So we were videotaped, fucking in four different positions. Some frat houses are going to have some great parties showing these. Not only that, the Cartel could make big money selling the tapes all over the world. The only part I objected to was showing our faces.

I knew this was only a one-time thing. Laura would never trade her precious Pat for me. While the trustees took me out the back way, one of the men told me that I hoped I liked it, because that would be the last time you'll get to fuck Mistress Cruella's girl.

When they got me back to the barn, I was greeted by a gang of men from the bunkhouse. "I hope you enjoyed your night boy. Now it's our turn."

I was forced to my knees and held tight. A cock was pointed toward my mouth. "Open up boy!"My nipples were pinched, my hair was pulled and my mouth was forced onto the cock in front of me. A few strokes, and my mouth was pulled off and onto another one. Then another one, and another one. "Suck it boy!"

I was bent over and I felt a cock at my asshole. It pushed in dry. I screamed. Then that cock pulled out and another one was inserted. I screamed again. Someone gagged me while forcing his cock in my mouth. I now had one cock in my ass and another in my mouth.

It went on like this, passed around and used until I was lying face up on the floor of the barn, and they all jerked off on me. They all laughed out loud at my humiliation.

Then I heard Mistress Cruella. "Got it on tape slave boy, I don't think you'll be giving us any trouble from now on!"