My stepfather, his son, and I at 20 years old. CHAPTER 5

I arrived at the appointed hour, at the place my Master Horacio had ordered me to be. All my fantasies came together, but also, a significant dose of fear and pleasure made me tremble. Horacio opened the entrance door to the building, I greeted him and lowered my head, and followed him to the apartment. He opened the apartment door, and I could see Gaspar, like a perverse and superior king, looking at me with a mix of mockery and unmistakable superiority. He looked me up and down, and looked at me again. Horacio, from behind, did exactly the same, but with greater harshness. Then my stepfather said in a loud voice, take off your clothes, Faggot, and show us your ass well, to Gaspar and to me. Quickly, as my heart was racing, I undressed and started to shake my ass alternately, putting it in front of Horacio's eyes and then in front of Gaspar's eyes. I began to experience in my body that I am what I am, a faggot, submissive and degraded. At one point, because I felt their eyes fixed on me more and more, I started to move more and brought my fingers to my nipples to squeeze them. As soon as I felt my body getting excited by this, and by having focused on myself and distracted from my masters, I started to feel strong lashes that Horacio was giving me, while Gaspar was undressing and smiling, and said... go on, hit the Bitch hard and talk to her, Daddy, I want to enjoy her well. He lashed me hard, so hard that I rolled on the floor, lashing and moaning. Gaspar's laughter filled the sonic atmosphere with that rough opposition, while my Master Horacio was hitting me hard, and the lashes could be heard sometimes on my flesh, sometimes on the floor, my Master Gaspar was touching his cock while laughing louder and louder, and I, clearly, was crying, crying and moaning, and my moans were sex-painful... painful-sex so intense, so tearing, that they ignited Horacio's fury, Gaspar's heat, and my knowledge of being a miserable submissive slut, something that ultra-excited me. All this was crowned by Gaspar, who threw me the slut clothes they had brought for me, and then Horacio ordered: now go to the bathroom, get ready like a slut, and come, we're going to penetrate you like you like it. The two of us are going to enter your ass at the same time, can you handle it? Of course, I can, I replied, and I went with my head down, naked, and with female clothes in my hands, to the bathroom, while I wiped away a tear with a red panty.