“...and these are the hyperspermia men. They require frequent milking…”

Like cattle up for auction, that's all we were. No identity, no clothing, no personal effects. When you came to live at Pistol Ranch, you came for one reason only; to be a sex slave.

People paid big money to come here and live out their fleshiest desires. And this place paid us, the slaves, well in return, provided we stick out our contract.

Some time ago, I was down on my luck and figured I had the balls to do this for three months and a fifty thousand dollar payout. I've been here three years now and have no desire to leave. That's what happens; either you're too weak and go home penniless or you stay out your contract and sign on to a bigger one; never leaving to cash out because this is your home and you lose your taste for the real world.

My mistress for tonight is a small girl, barely five feet tall. Her dark hair is in a messy bun and her face is concealed beneath thick rimmed eyeglasses. She wears a loose and frumpy sweater, but I can see her dainty wrists and I know she is a wraith beneath those clothes. They always do that during selection; disguise themselves. In the playroom you are met with a completely different person.

The mistress chose me from the group of dominants, yes dominant slaves. She chose me because I was the ‘most rebellious among them’ as her guide put it. And I don't disagree; I love causing trouble and they love me for doing it.

This customer picked us with enthusiasm and we crawled naked on our knees behind our future mistress and her guide. Along for the ride were the most submissive who we call Peter (we all have names for each other and they are not our given names), and then there was Kurt, the sperminator. It is rumoured that he blasted a load twenty-five feet. I would have liked to see it happen, but I know he consistently delivers a twelve foot range and he has filled a glass with come before.

The three of us were her play things for the night and, like always, we had no idea what to expect.

After selection was complete, we were taken for proper cleaning (inside and out) and oiling, while the room was being prepared. Once acceptable, we walked upright with heads down to the mistress's chamber.

The guide shut the door behind us, sealing us inside the room that was decorated in red and gold which shivered under the warm candlelight.

“Raise your heads, look at me.” The soft voice emanated from the four-poster bed. I did as I was told and the petite mistress lay sprawled across the red satin as naked as her slaves. Her arms and wrists were like delicate swan necks and they were fluid like water. Her dark hair was set high in a tight bun and her toes pointed as her knees rose slightly. She was a tiny dancer, lithe yet powerful.

Sometimes our buyers’ dreams were to be dominated, and seeing one laying naked was a promising sign that this night might go in that direction. My cock flexed at the thought of taking her under my command, it was a treat rarely offered to me.

She did not miss my subtle salute and her eyes fixed on my rigid organ. “You like what you see?” she asked. “You are the dominant one, are you not?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I reply.

“And you, the one with your head down, are you my submissive?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Peter's reply was barely audible.

“Stop with the mistress nonsense. I am Kate and I want us all to relax and have fun. Come to my bed and show me how well you kiss.”

We all gathered around her on the bed and began planting soft kisses all over her silken body, sharing her lips and grazing her throat, tugging her small tits, and working over every inch of her flesh.

“Stop!” she cried as my nose nuzzled her tiny patch of pubic hair and my lips almost made contact. “I want you to kiss each other. I want to watch you eat out each others’ mouths. Show me your hunger!”

She sat up in the bed to get a better view and I pressed my body over Peter and pierced my tongue into his whimpering mouth. The mistress, Kate, gasped beside us. I licked him more and fed her excitement and my own as my scorching cock rubbed against Peter's between our bodies.

Kurt slid up beside me and soon the three of us were sharing mouths and swapping tongues and rubbing cocks together while, from the corner of my eye, I saw Kate pinching her nipples as she watched us with glassy eyes.

Surely she wanted more than just to watch us kiss. I rose up from Peter and Kurt and stared at her. She was lost in a zone of shock and arousal and it was clear that she had never done anything like this before. So many of our guests are first timers and only timers. Coming here is a big expense and not something everybody can afford to do more than once.

I stroked my dick slowly as I watched her. Her eyes stared at my hand and her chest swelled as I thumbed over my tip and spread my slimy precum around, then licked it off my thumb. I tossed Peter onto his stomach, causing him to yelp, and I pulled up his hips, never taking my eyes off her, reading her body and her reactions. I urged Peter to crawl upwards, between her legs, and she slowly spread them open for him as she leaned back against the pillows. I pushed Peter's head down and told him to lick her. I watched her eyes roll when he made contact.

Kurt waited patiently beside us and his raging cock was leaking juice like crazy. He had to wait. Anybody that picks Kurt, picks Kurt for one reason only.

Kate's body writhed and her lips formed a little ‘o’ under the influence of Peter's agile tongue, but her eyes were fixed on me and my cock that slapped Peter's lower back. I leaned down and kissed his ass cheeks and, hovering above, I let a long string of saliva hang down to land on his ass crack before I released it to slide down over his hole. How her breath hitched as I wagged my dick against Peter’s ass! I shoved into him and our mistress released her first burst of the evening as Peter mewled between her legs.

I lifted Peter up and leaned back on my knees, really pounding into him, as I pressed one hand to his throat and began stroking his hard cock with the other.

“Do you want to take him in your mouth while I fuck him?” I asked our lady. “Or do you want me to jack him all over your tits?”

She knelt over and clumsily tried to get his bobbing cock into her mouth. I stilled a moment to help her out and once she was situated, I worked two cocks as I fucked Peter's ass and used my thrusts to jam his cock down Kate’s throat. She hacked and gagged and drooled, but she kept on sucking and I wished it was my cock in her wet, slippery mouth.

Her thin fingers slipped between our legs and I felt her silky skin on my balls. I opened my legs wider and she snaked her way back, rimming my hole and gently pushing in. Her finger was dry, but it was small and I could handle it.

Kurt took advantage of the gift of Kate’s raised ass and positioned himself behind her. “Just to take the edge off,” he muttered as he slipped into the plushiest, warmest hole of all. “Sweet fucking pussy!” he howled and leaned back as his thrusts pushed her mouth deeper over Peter’s cock and my thrusts pushed Peter's cock deeper down her throat.

Her face was turning blue by this point, something had to give, and our boy Peter let it out as he cried and shuddered and his ass bit my cock on his release.

I pulled out of Peter and he crawled to the side of the massive bed to rest and watch. Kurt rotated Kate to straddle him and I pushed her down on his chest and rammed my cock up her ass before she knew it was happening. As I ground myself into her, I felt Kurt's cock grinding from the front and we see-sawed in and out of her and she bucked and cursed and came, squeezing both of our cocks.

“I'm gonna blow!” Kurt hollered and I lifted the tiny creature that took our cocks like a champ, now riding her on my thighs as I had done with Peter. Kurt showed her what he could do and his hips started thrusting on the bed as his cock lobbed wildly and smooth ribbons shot out, painting Kate's body in glistening threads. Not three, five or seven, but thirteen glorious, thick, white bands of come. It smeared her face, it sprayed on my hands that gripped her body, it arched over both our heads. I could only dream what it must feel like to release something so substantial.

Now it was my turn. I had been edging since I impaled her and I was ready to let it go.

“Stop!” she cried and jumped off.

“What the fuck?” I yelled. My dick was red and throbbing and my balls were full.

She climbed back onto my thighs, facing me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips softly took my mouth and I groaned as I pulled her hips towards me.

“Not yet,” she whispered across my lips and tugged, urging me down on top of her as she fell back on the pillows.

I pressed my hungry cock to her hot slit and she stopped me again. “Not yet,” she repeated and slid a hand down between us, teasing me and willing my lower half to raise up.

“Peter wants in,” she whispered.

I felt his weight on the bed behind me and his soft hands massaged my butt cheeks. Kate slid out from beneath me and Peter slid up from between my legs, giving my balls and cock a long, slow lick on the way.

Beautiful, gentle Peter. I kissed his supple lips and Kurt also returned to the party, suckling the nape of my neck for a minute before sliding his legs up beneath me and settling Peter down over his cock, splaying them both on their backs, feet to head.

“Ride Peter's cock,” her soft voice whispered in my ear and her cool hand slid between my legs and lubed my ass up nicely. She stood on the bed over Peter and in front of me, her wet pussy was inches from my mouth, and she pushed my shoulders, sending me down onto Peter. He and Kurt maintained a slow back and forth tempo and Peter swung inside me like a pendulum. Kate crouched carefully down and finally gave me what I craved as her hot cunt took me to the balls and she rocked her pelvis and all four of us were knotted together in a torturously slow grind.

I started thrusting into the hot pussy that was gifted to me. Part of me wanted to stay there forever, but the important part wanted to let loose for that overwhelming hit that no high can mimic. My fast jacking had Peter's cock knocking hard in my ass and he was writhing on Kurt.

The room was steamy with sex and sweat and the air filled with the music of pleasure; heavy breathing, soft moans, hitched gasps. We were racing, all four of us, sharing the one journey, yet travelling alone to that place without conscience, to that place of indescribable feeling.

I cried out as it left me and filled this tiny girl whose moment also passed. One by one, our moments came and went; another star cast into the night sky.

We collapsed in a heap and closed our eyes on the world. Sleep tonight and tomorrow we return to more hours of subjugation all for that fleeting moment of pure bliss.