Eighteen years old and newly "adopted", the boy's new moms were introducing him to the house rules. Good and regular oral service earned him only the minimum amount of punishment.
Of course, at first minimum would seem a lot like maximum. Until he learned otherwise.
"That's right. That's a good boy. Lick mommy clean. And if you beg nicely you'll get a warm drink soon. Wait. Was that a flinch? Uh uh! None of that! Darling, put clamps on his nipples and get his cock ready."
"My pleasure. "
When she was done with his mouth it would be punishment time!
He was so frightened!
It had all happened so fast. First he had begun his 18th birthday by having her abusive bitch of a stepmother announce that she was kicking him out. Then, since he was under 25 and needed a legal guardian, the cops had come over to taken him to the Orphange (that's really what they were called) and the very same evening he was told that these two malignant-eyed women were now his guardians.
They'd made him get into the back of their van, where they had stripped him off his clothes and thrown them out. ("Boys have no need for these") Back at their place, then, abuse had began immediately, getting tied up and having unwashed genitals shoved on his mouth.
What were they going to do to him? They had gotten him hard so he could only imagine they were going to rape him. He didn't think he was ready for that but what choice did he have. He had known that that's why they had taken him. He had heard enough stories.
It was no use pleading. They would only enjoy that. He had already established that these were cruel women.
When the clamps had been put on his nipples, he had cried out in pain. The woman doing it (they hadn't even told him their names!) had just giggled, and the other one had grabbed his hair painfully and told him to keep licking.
His cock was achingly hard. The woman was toying with it - the first time anyone had ever done something like that, and he discovered that he did not enjoy it at all! - and obviously taking great pleasure in his reactions.
He couldn't help it, it was just so sensitive to the touch. When her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot he whimpered and twitched, but since he could barely move, could not avoid it. It certainly didn't help how the other woman kept tugging at the chain of the nipple clamps. They were both enjoying his responses.
"Mmmm, very promising," the woman murmured, one hand holding the base firmly and the long nails of the other raking up and down the head. She giggled at his cock's twitching.
The other woman had kept him licking. He didn't know what to do but tried his best to keep her from getting mad.
"I don't expect," she finally said, "that you would get me there on your first night. My pussy is very demanding, as you will learn. But this was a very good start. Now, time for your drink, so we can move on. Open wide - and don't you dare spill! You're in enough trouble as it is."
He did as told, wanting to cry.
He would yet be feeling that feeling many, many times.
Jasmine was so pleased. For a virgin, the boy licked remarkably well (really, you could have sworn he'd spent years training under someone). He was also very pretty. Which was a requirement.
"He has such a nice big cock," said Brenda, slowly stroking the organ, all stiff and ready.
"Yes, he does," Jasmine agreed. It was true as well. Just like his stepmother had described. Another requirement. Since who wanted to play with a little one?
Yes, the boy was well worth the money!
With a smile, Jasmine tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. He groaned but knew better now to stop licking. She loved that sound, a boy's noise of pain while his tongue was busy. So erotically desperate.
She admired his fresh face. Good complexion. Nice teeth.
The new ones were absolutely the best!
They always acquired their boys new, fresh. Virgin. All the despoiling still to be done. They wanted to be the ones doing it. Wanted to overrun him. To possess him. To overwhelm him. To break him.
Then, once they'd had enough of fun with him and grew bored, the boy would "run away". Meaning he would be sold to one of their friends in the "industry". Cute white boys were always on demand anywhere in the world. Sure, a used one sold cheaper than a virgin did, but it wasn't like money was an issue for them.
Call it a hobby.
Well, now she needed to piss. Then he would be ready to receive his first thorough punishment before they relieved him of his virginity.
Call it foreplay. They did.
Well, now she needed to piss.
Brenda smiled as she slowly squeezed her fingers up the length of the boy's oiled cock. This made him shiver in a the sexiest way. She reached the tip. Then slid back down. The cock was long and thick and very hard.
He was making amusing noises as Jasmine pissed into his mouth, leaving breaks for him to swallow. He seemed to have some trouble with that. Jasmine giggled, his nose pinched closed between her fingers.
The nasty woman loved humiliating them.
"Almost done," Jasmine told him. "And then you will get a gag for a while, as we'll take a little look downstairs. I'm sure Bren is getting impatient to start."
Brenda giggled. Not exactly. Since she had started already. The warmup, after all, was part if it.
A virgin, the boy's stepmother had assured. Perfect. Those were the only ones they would buy anyway. No spoiled goods. This way they could teach them everything from the beginning. On their next destination would depend which lessons would prove to be most useful. Oral skills would be needed for a sex toy, for example. And for a pain toy . . . well, they would be well ready for that. Insofar as that was possible.
With the tip of a long nail, she teased the opening of the boy's urethra. This almost made him choke on Jasmine's piss, shaking like mad. Brenda grinned nastily. Jasmine laughed. Brenda felt a warm surge in her pussy. She would demand to be the one to take his virginity. But before it ever felt a woman's pussy, the cock would be feeling something a whole different. It aroused her something fierce. And she knew Jasmine felt precisely the same way.
Guess it needed to be admitted. They were some twisted pair of ladies.
Jasmine, in her dressing gown, circled the boy's oil-slick cockhead with one sharp nail, smiling at his responses. His voice now muffled by the gag. "Now, then, my boy. When I told you I was going to grace you with my nectar, I specifically saw how you flinched." She paused, looking at him, lifting the nail. Then she gave the head a flick. He jolted with a cry. "You do not flinch at our of offerings or commands. Ever." She closed fingertips around the head, rubbed the underside with her thumb, grazed across the rigde with tip of her nail. "For this you will be punished," she said. "In this house, punishment for insubordinance." She released the head and smiled at him. "Is cock torture."
He shifted powerfully against the restraints with a wail, pleading into the gag.
They laughed.
"I was hoping he would react like that," said Brenda gleefully.
"Mmm-hmm," Jasmine said, grabbing the glans again. "Oh yes. That is why you were given that drug, after all. To make you niiiice . . ." She traced a finger up the topside, "and hard . . ." Across the top and down the underside, grinning wide at his shaking legs and whimpers as her nail pressed into the most vulnerable part of his anatomy, chemically invigorated, ". . . and sensitive!"
Brenda in turn wrapped her long forefinger and thumb around the large head, twisting. She pressed her face right close to his. "We will torture this virgin cock of yours. And there's nothing you can do about it. We own you now. We own it. To do with as we please. And it pleases us to hurt it. To hurt you. To see you suffer to hear you cry." She looked into his frightul eyes. "See, we are quite the sadists." She smiled. "A fact you will learn well."
Snickering, she returned to her position, and then both women were toying with his helpless rock-hard organ.
"And it's so beautiful and big," Jamine said. "Would be a waste not to."
"Total waste," Brenda agreed.
"And just in case you're wondering, in the future we will be torturing it for fun too. As is with any other part of you. Because we enjoy it. Because it turns us on. Because it is our right. Because we can."
"Because we can," Brenda said. "Because it turns us on."
He kept reacting deliciously as they probed his flesh. "An hour's session will do for a first one," Jasmine said. "We'll work on it together for half and hour, then you will eat Brenda's pussy while I continue. And you better do it exactly like we say. Be a good boy and we will spare you the most painful treatment. As long as you eat well. If not . . . We will give you the full monty. You can be assured that you don't want that."
He would of course eventually get everything they got, while he lived with them. He was a one-part pain slut after all.
"Brenda, darling. Why don't you get us a cock ring and some whips and pinwheels for warm up. And light some different candles." Jamine smiled. "For atmosphere."
He wanted to die!
There were a lot of unpleasant things a woman could do to you. He had also heard things.
She could beat you. Could make you eat her against your will. Could make you watch videos of boys eating older women, forbid you to ever watch videos of younger women because "a little bitch like you is a grown woman's toy". A woman could sit on your face, order you to eat her pussy/ass, clamp your nipples, torture them with electricity, and make you stroke your own cock till you came, without ever touching it. All that would be bad.
But this was beyond terrible!
His legs spasmed uncontrollably as the woman, Jasmine, fucked his urethra with the electro-shock sound. The pain was nearly intolerable, even with the device on a lower setting. With Brenda holding him by the ears while shoving her pussy violently against his desperately-working mouth, what he heard was the distorted symphony of can his own crying and whimpering and the desperate movements of his mouth, Breadan's sounds of pleasure, and in the background the Jamine's pleased little hums and giggles. But the worst sound of all was the terrible buzzing of the device brutalizing the inside of his cock. Like being burned from within, except a sharper sort of pain. And the awful woman eccentuated the suffering by applying the sharp nails of one hand on the outside of the cock. After the other things they had done to it, it was very sore and senstitive.
All in all, he was in great deal of pain and discomfort. Yet almost as bad was the fact that they exptected him to eat pussy the whole time or they promised to make it much worse for him! Out fear he had no choice but to do his best.
Brenda groaned in pleasure. "Oh, I'm gonna ride that cock so hard when I'm is done with his mouth! I will make his deflowering hurt so bad!" She paused. "Although first I think I'm gonna cum like this. Just fucking love him whimpering into my pussy!"
"I changed my mind as well," Jasmine said. "I will also be licked to an orgasm. Both of us will be. You better up for the task, boy. Otherwise . . . well, we haven't touched your balls yet. Things could be done to them even as your cock is being used."
"Aw," Breanda said, "you saying we can't do that anyway?"
Jamine giggled. "Not saying anything."
"Mmmmm." Brenda laughed. "Hear that, boy? Bad news for you!"
Now he did cry.
The women, as was to be guessed at this point, got great amusement from this. Jasmine went at his cock harder. Brenda grabbed the nipple chain and yanked. "Keep . . . licking, bitch!" A pang of more pain, and panic. And terror.
And then, out of the blue, an emerging surge of energy make him shake and howl. And he had a powerful, terrible, mind-blowing orgasm. He had no idea such a feeling could even exist! It was so absolutely horrible. He tried desperately to free himself but he could not move. The restraints kept him trapped in this agony which convulsed him. He felt his cock throb intolerably, like it was going to explode. He actually felt like he might die.
But unfoturnately did not.
He could barely hear the women's hysterical giggling from underneath his own cries! A woman had never made him cum before. How devastating that this was how it had happened! No pleasure, only pure agony!
And once they would fuck him, he would lose his virginity in a rape! And every time from now on would be a rape as well. They would rape him and they would torture him and that would be his life.
Nothing he could do to stop it.
He sobbed uncontrollably.
The boy's cumming had been spectacular! Jasmine had been enjoying his twiching and whimpering, not expecting anything, when suddenly the head had swollen up and cum had started to leak through, his spasming and squirming growing exponentially. With delighted laugher, she had continued the treatment while he had struggled and cried and sobbed with intense desperation.
During his cumming, Brenda, now that his mouth had been far too busy to keep serving her pussy, had been tearing at the nipple clamps, pressing a hand over his mouth to muffle his hopeless begging, giggling with a wicked, sadistic glow on her face and admiring the convulsions of agony and distress on his pretty young face.
The whole thing had taken Jasmine completely by surprise. But such things happened when dealing with such intense sensations. God, but she was so wet now!
But the torture session was far from done. Once the girls got started, it was difficult to stop.
Jasmine was now doing post-orgasm torture by running the probe around the ouside of the head. Slowly and carefully. She loved the feeling of his hard cock twitching helplessly in her hand, the look of the large reddened head as she mercilessly tortured it. Loved his struggles and pleas. Brenda, having given up on her own orgasm for now, was participating by sitting on his chest, her bare pussy against his skin, and applying on occasional flick on the head. He spasmed and squealed extra every time the tip of her long nail hit him. Making Brenda giggle.
After a while of this, Breanda reached out to grab a still burning purple candle - the hottest one. Jasmine held the cock by the base and Brenda started dripping. The boy cried urgently and spasmed every time the wax hit. Slowly, with a lip-biting grin, Brenda first covered the shaft and moved toward the head. She murmured amusedly at his agonized pleas - they had left him ungagged to enjoy his begging. She used one hand to pour while the fingers of the other one rubbed at her clit while she rubbed her wet pussy against the writhing boy's smooth skin.
Once the underside was covered, Jasmine pulled the rigid organ as far as she could so that Brenda could get the top side. Then, the cock covered, Jasmined took a riding crop and started to swat the penis with it to get the wax to come off. What was left after a good beating they handled manually: oiling the cock and going at it with their nails while the boy whimpered and panted and twitched. Then more wax. While doing the second round, Brenda seemed to give herself a small orgasm, yet never stopping the dripping.
After the second coating of wax was removed, Brenda stuffed her underwear into his mouth and taped it closed. Then they continued with electricity, Jasmine with the probe on the outside and Brenda with a zapper. Both going around so as to not miss any of the sensitive spots, fully loving his cries and struggles. Then, for a minute or two, they both focused on the hyper-sensitive slit area, laughing so hard at his intense muffled shrieking. Both working eagerly and enjoying his sexy suffering. Inspired by the wonderful display of his agony.
Then they paused, and their eyes met. They grinned at each other.
"God, that cumming!" Jasmine said, speaking for the first time in a while.
"I know!" Breanda said. "So fucking hot."
They grinned wider, as the same thought occured to both.
"Try another one?" Brenda asked.
"Absolutely!" Jasmine said. She looked down at the shaking, bound boy-body, biting her lip. "Electricity to the nips, balls and anus?"
"Definitely!"
They shared a laugh.
Time for the full monty, after all.
Deflowering could wait until afterwards.