Cuckold Camp Ch. 05

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Chapter Five

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The Confessionals

Later that day, Finn and the rest of the whiteboys were lined up at a long table in a white room on the second floor of what was beginning to appear to him more as a compound than a camp. He played with the pink leash that dangled from the matching collar around his neck, the only ‘clothes’ he was permitted to wear. Perhaps he could earn some back, but only time would tell, and the remainder of the next two weeks would most likely feel like a year.

Finn was beginning to miss his girlfriend again; this horrible, dark feeling that would stir up in his chest from his stomach and clench his heart until it felt like it would explode.

Mason kept stirring on his chair at his left, distracting Finn’s thoughts. If his back burned from the lashes of Raina’s whip, Mason’s ass must have been an inferno from Fiona’s paddling.

“These chairs don’t even have cushions,” he complained, constantly trying to find a less agonizing position on the hard wooden seat.

“Maybe if you stopped moving, it’d hurt less,” Finn suggested.

“Oh, fuck you,” Mason replied, turning away from him.

“I’m serious!” Finn urged him. Ironically, he stopped moving. Finn rolled his eyes and kept playing with his leash, swinging it back and forth in one hand and watching it drag on the floor.

“That big bitch even hit my balls,” Mason continued to complain.

“They’re all big bitches,” Brendan quipped from Mason’s other side.

“Well, Fiona’s the biggest,” Mason said. Matty looked at Chuck as if he was going to say something, being a big boy himself, but he stayed quiet and stared out the window beyond the table.

“Oh, give me a break,” Brendan said, for some reason.

“He’s not wrong,” Finn chimed in.

“It’s kind of luscious looking,” Matty said, out of nowhere.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Finn answered. Matty looked over at him from Brendan’s left side and grinned wide.

“A nice fat titty redhead to put us in our place,” she continued, turning to Brendan after a pause, “not unlike your girlfriend.”

“Shut up about my girlfriend!” Brendan whined. He really was a fucking soyboy.

Matty rolled her eyes. “Do you tell that to her bull as well?”

“I would!” the soyboy replied, so full of impotent rage.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” Finn heard Chuck mutter from the other end of the table.

“For more cock?” Finn taunted him with a chuckle.

Mason joined in. “Yeah, fat boy’s hungry for more black cock.”

Chuck looked back out the window, clutching a roll of his stomach, looking like he was about to start crying again. Chuck sputtered, “I’m not gay. I just need some food.”

“Yeah, I’m not gay either,” Finn continued, “but you sure opened those fat lips up for it.”

“Stop it!” Brendan bellowed, darting a glare at Finn.

“Oh, I forgot, you’re a little gay boy too,” Finn said just to taunt Brendan as well. He shouldn’t have stepped right under his sights.

“I lied. I only did that to save Chuck,” Brendan professed. “He clearly didn’t want to do that.”

“But you did!” Finn kept pressing him. He raised his hand mockingly and taunted, “‘I volunteer! I volunteer to suck the cock!'” His hand fell and Mason joined him in a fit of laughter.

That was when Goddess Fiona walked in from the door far behind Finn. She traipsed up to the table in her new heels rather quickly for a girl so heavy. “What’s so funny, boys?” she asked them just before their laughter dropped.

The redheaded queen circled around the table at Finn’s end and stood with her right fist on her thick hip; her left hand held a short stack of papers. Her ocean eyes scanned them all, looking for an answer.

“Finn and Mason were making fun of Brendan and Chuck for sucking that BBC earlier,” Matty fessed up, as a matter of course, without regard for anything. Mason glared at her. Fiona’s gaze directed itself right at Finn.

“Well, if you find sucking cock so funny, perhaps I’ll make you try it yourself,” she snipped at him. Finn squinted at her with his thin eyes and looked down, only to see his great shame; his tiny cock was steadily hardening itself. It must’ve been her presence; it couldn’t have been what she said.

“Now,” the ultra-thick redhead continued, “I have some, uh, worksheets for all of you. Mistress Raina’s orders. We need to get your history in order to properly train you. That’s how she put it, anyways.” Fiona handed the papers out, one by one, starting with Finn’s and running down the table. Then, she slid them all over black pens from a cup at the corner of the table.

Finn turned his paper around and focused on it. The top of it read Cuckold Confessional.

He wrote his name in the right slot for it and continued down to the first question: How long has your girlfriend been cucking you? He jotted down the answer: 7 months. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Just answer all the questions honestly, and I’ll collect them later,” Fiona told them. Finn nodded, ardahan escort and she flashed him one of her devilish open-toothed grins. Then, she looked to Matty. “Sissy, it’s your responsibility to come and get me when everyone’s done. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty answered instantaneously. Finn grinded his teeth jealously for a moment. She must have lost trust in him for following Mason’s failed little escape plan.

Why he even liked this fat redhead girl so much, he couldn’t discern. As she left the room, he turned his focus back to the form.

Who did she cuck you with? was the next question. Some gang member from out of town named Jamal, he answered. He checked off the box that indicated Jamal to be the same bull she’s with now.

“Guess there’s no more lying for you, Brendan,” Matty said as soon as Fiona made her way out of the room.

“Don’t start this again,” he replied, “Let’s just get this over with, quick and easy.”

“I couldn’t agree more, actually,” Finn remarked.

“I’m fucking hungry,” Chuck said again.

“We all are, fat boy,” Mason answered him. Everyone fell silent, jotting down answers.

How often does she let/make you watch? the next question read. Finn thought about it a moment. About one third of the time, he guessed. Have you ever fluffed her bull for her? Finn told the truth: Never.

Now he saw where Matty’s little remark came from, though. He chuckled a bit before answering question five: Do you clean up their creampies? A memory flashed through his mind of Leya wrapping her luscious legs around his head and forcing him to lick Jamal’s cum out of her pussy.

Once, he wrote. Usually, they wore condoms. He checked off the box indicating he had done so with his mouth.

The next question was a bit stranger: How harshly do they humiliate you? He didn’t know how to answer, at first, as Leya and Jamal usually didn’t do it in front of him and he had no contact with the bull aside from when she did bring him along, or the rare occasions in which he would visit them.

When they were around each other, however, he was merciless with him. Jamal made Finn feel like less than nothing. To make matters worse, he was probably fucking her at that very moment. He decided to answer: Harsh, but rare.

What responsibilities do you have to your girlfriend as her cuckold? the next question read. Finn didn’t know how to answer this one right away, either.

Leya didn’t treat him like he thought a cuckold would be treated when she wasn’t fucking Jamal. It hasn’t changed our relationship much, he figured. He hoped deep in his heart that he was right.

As if it predicted how he felt, the next question was: What are your deepest insecurities? He finally saw how these would be useful for the dommes to know. My penis size, and the thought my girlfriend may leave me, he wrote.

The next one burned even more, however: Has cuckoldry made you question your sexuality? He wrote his answer fast: No, I’m not gay, and underlined the word not.

His eyes traveled to the last question fast.

What made you interested in cuckoldry originally? Another strange one to ask, as Finn was sure the majority of them didn’t ask for this.

He knew Matty didn’t even ask for this life, she just took to it like a natural. Her and Eleanor were a strange pair. I wasn’t interested in it originally, he decided his answer would be. Then, he set his pen down.

“That was easy enough,” he said, looking over at his pathetic compatriots. Matty was already finished, as well.

“Not too much torture today,” she said, “Well, except maybe for you two.” Mason shifted in his chair again, wincing in agony for the fresh welts on his ass.

“Stop talking,” he said to her, still working on his confessional.

Chuck set down his pen. Matty looked at Finn and smiled. To his own surprise, he smiled back. The whole situation had a certain humorous atmosphere to it that he could somehow appreciate.

Finally, Brendan finished, then Mason. “Done,” he said, setting down his pen as if it put him through hard labor. “Now I can get off this fucking chair,” he remarked with much exhaustion before standing up and stepping by Finn’s seat, going on to pace back and forth on the other side of the table by the window.

Matty stood up as well, exiting out the door behind them to retrieve Goddess Fiona. Mason looked at Finn and complained, “My ass fucking hurts.”

“I think it’s supposed to,” he replied.

“The bitch beat me so hard it started bleeding,” he continued, turning around to point down and show him.

“I don’t need to see that shit again!” Finn said lightheartedly.

“Guess that’s the last time either of you tries to escape,” Brendan said, as if he were in any position to scold them.

“Oh, please. You would’ve come with us if you were awake,” Mason replied. The door swung back open behind them.

“Fat chance,” Brendan said. “I’m not getting spanked bloody like that.”

Matty giggled ardeşen escort as she entered, Goddess Fiona in tow. “That was quick,” Finn remarked.

“Oh, I was just outside,” Fiona explained as she approached the table of whiteboys. She stepped up to Mason, who shivered in fear at her presence. “Keep complaining and I’ll beat that ass even harder,” she said, breathing down his neck, before giving his bare red ass a smack.

He squealed out in pain, and she only laughed. She then took his leash in her hand and collected all the papers with the other. “Any questions, betas?” she asked them, scanning them all with her bright blue eyes.

“We’re all getting pretty hungry, Goddess,” Finn spoke up.

“That’s not a question,” Fiona snipped at him.

“When will we get to eat?” he asked more pointedly.

“Whenever we say you can eat,” Fiona answered, “which is after us, of course. Now, I’m going to deliver your confessionals to Raina. Mason, you can come along.”

She turned to the agonized boy and shoved a knee into his balls, sending him down to the floor on his hands and knees squealing yet again. She laughed and stepped powerfully out of the room again, Mason crawling along behind her.

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Meanwhile at the cabin, Eleanor sat with Leya at the table on the other side of the ground floor from their little leather lounge area. The others were dispersed throughout the place; most of the bulls were out swimming or something outside, and thankfully Natasha had joined them, but Eleanor was equally grateful that Dominik hadn’t and instead opted to go get food for everyone.

It wasn’t that she found the bitch intimidating or enviable, but rather that she just found it utterly annoying and presumptuous of her to try to take all the big black cock for herself.

“Did you hear them last night?” Leya asked her, cutting off her thoughts.

“Hear what?” Eleanor asked back.

“Natasha was milking that cock all day and night,” Leya answered, looking alert and almost disapproving, the whites around her hazel eyes wide and her lips flat.

“Darius, right?” Eleanor checked, making sure it wasn’t Dominik she was talking about, but not showing any shred of weakness, even to her closest friend. She was sure Dominik was right in bed beside her all night.

“Yeah. He’s the darkest of the black guys here. Looks like he might be the strongest, too.” One of Leya’s teeth went down on her bottom lip.

Eleanor looked at her deeply. “I sucked his cock yesterday,” she revealed. Leya’s burgeoning smile ceased to grow. “And he fucked me,” Eleanor continued, “Darkest dick I’ve ever taken, for sure.”

Leya just stared at her, her head falling ever-so-slightly forward in disappointment. “I’m pretty sure Dom’s is longer, though,” Eleanor finished before flicking her straight brown hair behind her left shoulder, which was pretty much exposed in her current outfit, showing her elaborate lacy blue bra pattern beneath her clean white off-shoulder shirt.

Eleanor studied her friend’s face for a moment, grinning at her as she tended to. Leya wore no smile, but suddenly looked a bit concerned. “Does she know?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. It was the least I could do after I walked in on her fucking my lover,” Eleanor answered, her smile turning sour. “Just don’t call it a competition, because I know I’m the winner.”

Leya finally giggled a little, her thin brows turning around. After a pause, Eleanor asked, “How are things with Jamal?” and Leya kept her smile.

“It’s… so good. It’s so nice to be here, to be honest. I don’t usually get to see him so often, and now it’s just him and I, no little Finny Boy sticking his nose into anything,” she professed to her.

“I for one have come to quite enjoy when my cuck sticks her nose into things,” Eleanor replied coolly. Leya laughed again.

“You can’t be serious! You actually enjoy that shit?” She seemed genuinely shocked, which only shocked Eleanor in return.

“I do,” she said with a turn of her feline grin. “She serves me well, and makes sure I know I deserve it.” Eleanor felt herself beaming like the sun in that moment.

“You’re so dirty!” Leya exclaimed light-heartedly, still bemused by all of this.

“And yet I’m pristine,” Eleanor answered her. “She sees to that, when she’s around.”

Leya laughed again. “Ew!” she said.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” another voice said from behind them. The two friends turned to see Savannah, the thick ginger girl, standing there in nothing but a thin-strapped bra and thong–just as Eleanor had found her when she arrived, except this set was sky blue and not black.

Once again, she was shocked the straps didn’t snap off of a body so broad and honestly fatty. She looked just like a dollop of cream, wavy and pale, only somewhat contained by what little ‘clothing’ she had on, if one could even call it that.

“I’m so glad you agree,” Eleanor replied, not breaking her perpetual grin. Savannah smiled back. She arnavutköy escort then turned her fiery blue gaze out the back windows on the far wall.

“I hope our men are having fun out there,” she said, almost wistfully.

“Not too much fun, I hope. That little black-haired bitch followed them out there like a dog hungry for treats,” Eleanor remarked.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Savannah said, still staring at her.

Eleanor shook her head a bit, and Leya just squinted at the girl. “Sorry, for what?”

“What happened yesterday. I heard her bragging about it this morning. She said she beat you in a cock-taking contest, or something like that?” This girl was so aloof, Eleanor almost snapped on her.

“She did not beat me. I’m better than her,” she almost seethed. Then, she quickly switched her composure back to one of grace and grins. “Just ask the men when they come in.”

“If you say so. She sounded quite confident, though,” the ginger replied. She sort of swayed around the room a bit, the thickness of her creamy stomach and hips swaying especially far. Leya looked back at Eleanor, her light brown curls swaying a bit behind her shoulders as well, and furrowed her thin brow at her.

Finally, Savannah spoke up again, “Don’t you two feel a little… overdressed?”

Leya turned around in her chair to look at her. “What exactly are you talking about?” she snipped at her.

“I mean, we’re here to have sex,” the big redhead said, clutching her right breast in her hand for a sensual moment. “It’s just, like, all our clothes are bound to be taken off by our bulls anyway. I like to make things easier for them.” It wasn’t a bad answer.

“She kind of has a point, Leya,” Eleanor said to her friend.

“I guess,” was her only response.

Savannah went to sit on the couch that was closest to the wall in the lounge area. Just as she was lowering her fat ass onto the black leather, Leya said, “No, don’t sit there!”

“Why?” Savannah asked, so gullible, before sitting right down on a splatter of bodily juices from the night before.

“Natasha and Darius made a fucking mess right on that couch all night. And I mean that literally,” Leya said.

“Oh…” Savannah said, standing up and proceeding to run her fingers down the thickness of her ass to feel the liquidy stain it had made on her. “Fuck.” Eleanor only laughed.

“Where’s that little maid-boy?” Leya asked her.

“Oh, good question. No idea,” Eleanor answered. “Does seem like his responsibility though. What a dumb bitch.” Savannah gave her an exasperated look. “Oh, not you,” Eleanor assured her with another little grin.

“Whiteboys are so fucking weak,” Leya said casually.

“You don’t have to tell me that. I’m the one who got you into this,” Eleanor asserted, feeling like she was never getting her due. Only Matty ever gave her the praise she deserved.

“I’m thinking of just leaving Finn and being done with it, eventually,” Leya revealed.

“Well, you’d better thank me if you do,” Eleanor said almost slyly.

“Don’t you think he’ll feel sad?” Savannah chimed in. “I know my Brendan would.”

“He’ll just have to get over it,” Leya said with a smile.

Then, Natasha burst in through the side-door a ways behind Leya’s chair, followed by four beasts of black men, one of which was already intimately familiar with Eleanor. Darius was instantly recognizable to her, and the others not so much, aside from who she knew to be Damian–who instantly went over to embrace Savannah–and Jamal who walked past Natasha and wrapped his hands gently around Leya’s neck from behind.

Darius gave Natasha’s ass a smack–again–and she squealed out the way Matty might. They were all wearing nothing but shorts, and Natasha only a skimpy little black bikini set, the ends of the bottoms tied together in bows at her broad hips. The bitch giggled and turned to meet her bull’s lips in a kiss. The remaining man just sort of stood there before closing the door and leaning back on the wall.

Eleanor raised and snapped her fingers to get everyone’s attention. “Natasha! Why didn’t you have the bitchboy clean up the mess you made on the couch all night?” She sounded somewhere between sweet and stern, a balance she had carefully mastered with her sissy slave back home.

“Oh, fuck you,” the black-haired bitch replied, still dripping with water. Eleanor stood on her feet without her grin subsiding a bit.

She slowly approached Natasha, walking like a dictator, enjoying the eyes of everyone else in the room. She stared right into Natasha’s greenish gaze, her perpetually thick lashes stained and dripping wet with the rest of her. Must have had a good time in the water.

“Don’t kill the mood,” she said, “Everyone’s having fun, right? Just get the cuck to clean up your mess next time. That’s what they live for.”

Natasha was somehow exasperated in spite of the mercy Eleanor had just taken on her. She threw her hands back at her thick hips and called out, “House-cuck! Where are you?” with a bit of both sweet and sour in her voice. She then crossed her arms beneath her round wet tits and waited.

Eleanor gave her one last glimmering grin of triumph and turned away from her, her eyes scanning all the men. So many bulges in those wet shorts, she almost went numb with desire.

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