Straighthell-stories

Marcus and Jamil were on their long-planned Caribbean vacation, and they had brought their white bitch with them for the obvious purpose of providing them with sexual relief when they needed it.  While naked white bitches were a common sight in the States, they were considerably more unusual in Jamaica and the two brothers were amused not only by all the attention it garnered as it accompanied them on their daily jaunts but the obvious embarrassment it felt at being the focal point of so much derision and contempt.  More than once, they had seen its hands move to cover its pathetic boy-clit which, thanks to the daily Viagra which they fed it, was almost always fully erect and served as a particular object of the Jamaicans’ ribald commentary.  Fortunately for the bitch, it was able to control itself before it actually covered up its pathetic boy-clit, so it was able to escape a public punishment, something that actually disappointed both of the boys since punishing their bitch in front of strangers was something they both really enjoyed.  But even though they’d been thwarted in their hopes of publicly disciplining their bitch for an obvious infraction, they had made it a practice to publicly cunt their bitch out multiple times every day - just like they’d been doing back in the States ever since their father bought it for them.

Marcus and Jamil were both college students when their father purchased white-bitch Mikey-boy, ID FB-SwP 355421, from a local farmer who had a side-business whelping white bitches.  Its sire had been white-bitch Markie-boy, a bitch that their father had owned and enjoyed cunting out when he was himself a college freshman.  White-bitch Mikey-boy was cherry when it was purchased but that condition did not survive two hours of its new ownership.  In order, he said, to avoid hard feelings between his two sons, their father did the honors of breaking the bitch’s hymen with his substantial 10-inch bitch-buster as the young white-bitch bucked and moaned in agony.  Their father took obvious pleasure in doing so.  He had taken white-bitch Markie-boy’s cherry many years earlier, and it seemed only fitting that he take its whelp’s cherry, too.  Of course, no sooner had he nutted inside the bitch’s no longer virgin fuck-hole than both of his sons followed suit.  And they’d been fucking their bitch multiple times every day ever since.

Like all white bitches, white-bitch Mikey-boy had been well-trained in the servicing of Man-cock, and it knew that total, unquestioning obedience was expected and that anything less would be severely punished.  Still, like many young bitches, white-bitch Mikey-boy found it difficult to reconcile itself to the many foul and disgusting uses to which it was put on a daily basis.  It was difficult enough simply accepting being bred and seeded on demand, having to spread its legs or open its mouth whenever any Real Man who had its Masters’ permission wanted to use one of its holes.  But over time and given the unrelenting use of both of its holes, the young white-bitch had eventually become reconciled to its role as a sex object for Real Men.

And even though it still found it disgusting, white-bitch Mikey boy had even become used to serving as its Masters’ urinal and cleaning out their dirty asses after they’d taken a dump, though it couldn’t help blushing furiously when required to perform these duties in front of other Real Men.  But what white-bitch Mikey-boy still struggled to accept was its constant nudity, its deprivation of even minimal standards of modesty.  It was never allowed to cover its pathetic boy-clit in public, not even when it was achingly, throbbingly erect and serving as a source of mockery and jest for total strangers.  Similarly, it was routinely required to relieve itself, to urinate and defecate, in public.  Public defecation was particularly humiliating, having to squat down on a piece of grass and do its business and then, after it had emptied its pussy of fecal matter, having to clean its dirty cunt-lips with its own hand, licking off any mess that remained.  It was bad enough merely having to perform that task.  Being forced to do so in front of strangers was excruciatingly humiliating, much more so than being fucked and seeded in public which, after all, was the reason for which white bitches were bred.  Most Real Men treated white bitches as animals and being seen as merely an animal was the one thing Mikey-boy, like so many other younger white bitches, had never learned to accept.

White bitches were never formally taught how to read or write.  In fact, it was against the law for any Real Man to do so.  Sure, all young white bitch whelps were taught to recognize a smattering of words like ‘stop’ or ‘yield’ or ‘exit’ that were deemed necessary to allow them to function as bitches for their Masters.   But that was the extent of their education.  Elements such as syntax and sentence structure were considered far beyond their limited mental capacities, which were generally viewed as not much greater than that of a parrot, certainly less than a dog.  Besides, everyone knew that white bitches were only good for two things - sexually servicing Real Men and breeding other white bitches that would sexually service Real Men.  They might be given other menial tasks to perform and, so long as they were properly supervised, could be expected to adequately complete those simple tasks, but their main purpose, their only real purpose, was to serve as cum-receptacles for Real Men.  There was really no need for white bitches to be educated and doing so might actually lead them to become ‘uppity’ and to forget their ‘place’ which was generally on their knees, bellies, or backs, with their legs spread and their mouth-pussies open wide.  That, at least, was the orthodox view that had held sway for years uncounted.

But, as in any complex society, there were always those who wanted to challenge the prevailing societal ethos and among this dissatisfied minority the view had taken hold that white bitches weren’t merely animals, but were actually men.  Innately inferior men, to be sure - that was obvious from the use they allowed Real Men to make of them - but still men, rather than mere animals, deserving of some minimal rights even if they were obviously never to be allowed total freedom and would always be expected to sexually service Real Men.  Older white bitches, those in their twenties and thirties, had become so inured to their life of subservience and submission that they paid such sentiments no mind.  But many younger ones, like white bitch Mikey-boy, took these arguments to heart and, when they were alone without Real Men around, would talk of simple improvements they might like to see in their lives, like having the right to mate with each other when not being used by Real Men.

This was something strictly forbidden under Reparations Enforcement Authority rules.  It was true that white bitches, particularly whelps and their sires, were frequently ordered to fuck each other for the amusement of their Masters.  But in those situations where a whelp was mounting its sire, or vice versa, it was assuming a dominant role in anal sex because it had been ordered to by a Real Man, not because it chose to do so.  To suggest that a white bitch had a right to choose a dominant role in anal sex was a totally different matter, one seen as potentially opening the door to having a white bitch mount a Real Man, something that society could never countenance.  It was enough, the general view held, that white bitches were allowed to orally service each other as long as they did so discretely.  Allowing a white bitch to mount another anally and fuck its pussy simply because it wanted to couldn’t help but create confusion in the white bitches as to what their proper role was in modern society and those who suggested such a radical change were viewed with suspicion if not outright contempt.

Needless to say, neither Marcus nor Jamil subscribed to such subversive views and they treated their white bitch like the animal it clearly was, indulging their every whim and reveling in their success whenever they found some new way to humiliate and degrade white bitch Mikey-boy.  Indeed, they had actually gone so far as allowing two of their mastiffs to mount and fuck their bitch last year during a raucous birthday celebration with their friends.  White-bitch Mikey-boy had found the experience not only unbelievably painful but supremely humiliating and, even a year later, merely recalling how it felt to be knotted with those dogs as they emptied their seed into its pussy never failed to cause the bitch to blush a vibrant crimson.

For their part, Marcus and Jamil had so much enjoyed watching the two mastiffs fuck their white bitch that they would have made it a weekly part of white bitch Mikey-boy’s life had not their father intervened.  Nothing, their father told them, would more quickly destroy a white bitch’s usefulness as a cum-dump for Real Men than repeatedly breeding the bitch with dogs and he’d invested far too much money in white bitch Mikey-boy for his sons to be so foolishly damaging it.  They might hold out further sessions with the dogs as a punishment for any serious infraction in the future but there was no way he was going to allow his two boys to breed their mastiffs with white bitch Mikey-boy on a regular basis.

Suitably chastened by their father’s rare scolding, Marcus and Jamil abandoned their plans though they would occasionally threaten white bitch Mikey-boy with another session with their mastiffs whenever they thought the bitch was slackening off in abjectly servicing them as a white bitch should, and they were gratified to see that their warnings never failed to have the desired effect as their white bitch outdid itself in its attempts to assuage their anger.  Fortunately for white bitch Mikey-boy, its two Masters had been forced to leave their dogs at home so that was at least one threat it didn’t have to worry about on this trip.  But the two boys had many other weapons in their arsenal of abuse and, having learned over the years just how much they enjoyed publicly humiliating it, white bitch Mikey-boy was understandably on edge all of the time, never more so than on their daily trips to the beach.

Today had been no different.  The weather had been uniformly great their entire trip and they had arrived at the beach at just after 10:00 a.m.  The boys had walked onto the beach dressed in matching board shorts and tank-tops, their feet clad in flip-flops to help them navigate the hot sands.  White bitch Mikey-boy had followed closely behind, laden down with all its Masters’ beach paraphernalia, naked as always, its bare feet scorched by the burning sands, its pathetic boy-clit standing at attention in a poor mimicry of a Real Man’s substantial fuck-cock, keenly aware of all the attention it was garnering from nearby sunbathers, humiliated as it always was at appearing nude and achingly erect in public.

No sooner had white bitch Mikey-boy completed setting up their encampment than Jamil ordered the bitch to assume the kneeling display position.  Though the sands of the beach were burning on its knees, the bitch tried to hide its discomfort as it assumed the position directed.  “Open your mouth-pussy, bitch, and keep it open,” Jamil directed as he approached the kneeling boy.  And then, as all the people sitting and lying nearby tittered and laughed, he proceeded to start pissing into the bitch’s mouth.  

Swallowing its Masters’ bladder-wastes was something white bitch Mikey-boy did multiple times every day, something it was used to.  But having to serve as a human urinal in public, in front of people who seldom even saw a white bitch in person and who reacted with shock and contempt at seeing it frantically swallowing a Real Man’s piss in a desperate attempt to keep up with the yellow torrent, was totally humiliating.  It made the white bitch focus on exactly what it was doing - it was drinking a Real Man’s pee, his urine, something not even a dog would be expected to do.  It was just another manifestation of the limitless contempt that most Real Men had for white bitches.

And as if to underline that point, no sooner had Marcus followed his brother’s example in emptying his own bladder into white bitch Mikey-boy’s mouth, than he announced to those nearby that anyone experiencing the need to take a leak should feel free to use their white bitch as their own piss-hole.  There was a moment’s hesitation, and then, first one and then another man stood up and walked over to the kneeling white bitch.

White bitch Mikey-boy eventually lost count of how many men spewed their pungent loads of piss into its mouth, but its belly was bulging obscenely by the time the last of the strangers relieved himself in the bitch.  And, no sooner had the last of the strangers finished, than Jamil ordered white bitch Mikey-boy on its back for a cunting-out.

As was normal, Jamil fucked white bitch Mikey-boy’s worthless cunt with unrestrained violence and the white bitch was soon squealing and grunting in pain, its normal humiliation in being cunted-out in public exacerbated by the crowd of men who had gathered to watch the show - it being something unusual for Native Jamaicans to see so close up.  And when, after what seemed like an eternity to the white bitch, Jamil finally unloaded a steaming load of fuck-seed up the bitch’s ravaged pussy, his place was immediately taken by Marcus who proceeded to ream out the bitch’s worthless cunt with an even greater fury.

It was during Marcus’s frenzied assault on white bitch Mikey-boy’s aching twat-hole that the bitch finally lost control of its bladder.  Its stomach had been churning with the multiple loads of piss it had swallowed throughout Jamil’s assault and white bitch Mikey-boy had been terrified that it was going to begin pissing itself.  But it had just managed to control its bladder.  Marcus’s Man-cock, however, was both thicker and longer than Jamil’s and its Master hadn’t been fucking its cunt more than five minutes when white bitch Mikey-boy realized that it was loosing the battle.  A minute later, a stream of yellow urine began arcing out of its rigid, pathetic boy-clit.

It took the watching men, and Marcus, too, a few seconds to realize what was happening but when they did the air resounded with raucous laughter and derisive jeers.  Jamil, seeing what was happening, knelt down next to his brother who was now fucking their bitch with increased force, determined to keep up the bitch’s piss-flow.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” Jamil ordered.  Even though white bitch Mikey-boy knew what was coming, it quickly did as it was told.  Jamil reached down, grabbed the white bitch’s pissing boy-clit in his hand and raised it up, aiming the stream so that it cascaded directly into the white bitch’s mouth.  And then, as the laughter and the jeers rose to a deafening crescendo, he held it there for the next five minutes, as the stream relentlessly increased in volume until it was a veritable river of piss, cascading into white bitch Mikey-boy’s mouth as the white bitch gulped frantically trying to keep ahead of the flow.  With the constant battering its bladder was taking from Marcus’s jackhammering fuck-stick, it seemed to white bitch Mikey-boy that the torrent would never stop, that it would be drinking its own foul urine forever, recycling it back into its stomach and through its bladder in an endless stream of pungent liquid waste.

But even as he reveled in the abject humiliation he was subjecting his white bitch to, Marcus was slowly losing his own battle.  Normally, he could fuck for hours, holding back, drawing out the fuck until the white bitch was writhing in agony underneath him, pleading with its Master to cum its worthless cunt.  But the scene on the beach with the white bitch being forced to drink its own pee while its worthless cunt was being battered into mush as a crowd of total strangers stood around and enjoyed the show was so hot that, despite himself, Marcus found himself cumming the white bitch’s twat in only ten minutes.  But his orgasm was so awesome, so massive that Marcus realized that it didn’t really bother him that he hadn’t been able to keep fucking the white bitch even half as long as he would have liked.

Once Marcus shot his load into its bitch’s worthless cunt, the Man collapsed on the white bitch’s upturned thighs.  And, with the constant battering of his bladder no longer forcing out a continuous supply of piss, the stream flowing to white bitch Mikey-boy’s mouth-pussy soon sputtered and then died.  But no sooner had the spate of urine ebbed than Marcus roughly yanked his cock from the bitch’s hole and stood up to the cheers of the onlooking crowd which had obviously enjoyed the spectacle they’d seen.  Marcus bowed in mock graciousness, accepting the plaudits.  And then he stood aside and, in a loud voice, grandly announced, “Have at the bitch if you want, gentlemen.  It’s not a bad fuck, though its worthless cunt is a little sloppy right now.”

There’s was a moment’s hesitation as the Jamaican men looked at each other.  And then one older dude stepped forward, pushed down his swimsuit to reveal a hard, eight-inch tube of man-flesh, quickly moved between the white bitch’s still splayed-out legs and roughly rammed his way inside the bitch’s now leaking fuck-hole, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the already exhausted white bitch.  In just seconds, the rest of the crowd were lining up, all of them eager to fuck the white-bitch’s cunt.

The sun was low on the horizon by the time white bitch Mikey-boy had finished servicing the last of the Jamaicans.  Its pussy hurt worse than it could ever remember, worse even then when its Masters’ two mastiffs had knotted with it, and its belly ached with all the piss that was still inside of it, piss that had been recycled countless times and had also been replenished with fresh urine from the men fucking it.  And to add to the bitch’s humiliation, loud raspberry farts were ripping through its stretched-out pussy, carrying with them dollop after dollop of Man-scuzz in a seemingly never-ending effusion of spent spunk.

Almost immediately, Jamil ordered the white bitch to wash itself in the ocean, complaining loudly that it stank of piss and cum.  Unsteadily, white bitch Mikey-boy stood up, virtually every inch of its body sore from the horrific pounding it had just taken, and then slowly it made its way into the surf.  To its surprise, white bitch Mikey-boy found the warm ocean waters surprisingly refreshing.  It ran its hands up and down its body, using the salt water to hydrate and remove the piss and the cum that had dried on its skin, feeling truly clean for the first time in days.  White bitch Mikey-boy realized that it really must have been stinking if it was being allowed to clean itself off since its Masters almost never allowed it to do so.  Back home, it got a single morning hose down and douche and that was it.  Here in Jamaica, while it had been allowed to use the shower in the morning, there being no hosing facilities for white-bitches - a standard part of virtually every hotel in the States - it was only allowed to use ice-cold water for its purposes, so being allowed to wash in the considerably warmer ocean water was actually quite a treat.

Its treat did not last long, however, as soon Marcus was calling it back to shore.  It had taken the opportunity to relieve itself of some of the pent-up piss swelling its bladder, even though it knew that if either Master discovered that it had peed without permission it was sure to be punished.  But its stomach was still so swollen with the multiple loads of piss that it had swallowed that it figured that its Masters just wouldn’t notice and, as thing turned out, it was right.  Feeling considerably better than it had just minutes earlier, though its worthless cunt still hurt like the blazes, it hurried back to where its Masters were waiting impatiently.

“Move it, bitch,” Jamil snarled as white bitch Mikey-boy ran up to where they were standing.  “We’re leaving.”

Quickly, the white bitch moved to fold and gather up the blankets and towels and follow its Masters as they left the beach.  It was still far behind them but close enough to hear them conversing when it overheard Jamil laughingly relate to Marcus a conversation it had earlier with a local Jamaican.  “Somehow, we got on the subject of dogs, and he told me he owned the largest potcake dog he’d ever seen.  He told me his was almost as big as a mastiff and that gave me an idea.  I told him to bring his dog down to the beach tomorrow and we’d show him something he’s probably never seen before.”

“Are you kidding me, bro,” Marcus exclaimed, the excitement he was feeling obvious in his voice.  “He’s gonna bring the dog to the beach tomorrow?”

“He said he would, bro,” Jamil replied, just as excited.  “He said he would.”

“Fuck, I can hardly wait,” Marcus enthused.  “it was so fucking hot the last time we did it.  But what about dad?  He’ll be pissed if he finds out.”

“How’s he gonna find out?” Jamil asked.  “I’m not gonna tell him and you’re not gonna tell him and the bitch sure as hell isn’t gonna tell him, not if it knows what’s good for it.  Besides, dad just said that we couldn’t do it all the time.  But this, this is a special occasion.”

“God, I can hardly wait,” Marcus said.  “I can hardly wait.”

“Me, neither, bro,” Jamil replied with emphasis.  “Me, neither.”

And behind them, white bitch Mikey-boy could feel twin tears snaking down its face.  This ‘vacation’ had turned into a living nightmare, and it was clear now that things were only going to get worse.  Much worse.  And there wasn’t a damn thing it could do about it.  Not one damn thing.