I walked back to my house, completely happy, looking forward to their next call.

Since we were teenagers, we've lived in this neighborhood, grown up together, and played in these same streets. They were my best friends, the closest and most intimate. That's why they were the first to realize that I was a fagot; I think they noticed before I even understood what I felt and was. When they realized I was a slut fagot, they started using me as their private fagot. They taught me to suck, to jerk off for them, and they fucked me daily.

I don't know if I liked being their little whore from the beginning or even if I liked being beaten and humiliated so much. But the fact is, they understood they could do whatever they wanted to me, and I just accepted and submitted without question.

When I left work this afternoon, they called me to arrange a meeting on this corner, and I obeyed. I knew what they were going to do.

I arrived over an hour before the two of them and waited dutifully.

When they arrived, they brought ropes; they tied my wrists behind me.

They tied my knees tight and leaned me against this pole. Then they removed my belt and restrained my neck tightly to the bar, almost suffocating me.

They opened my shirt and lowered my pants, exposing my nakedness; I was embarrassed and excited immediately. I never questioned that this body was theirs.

They then tied the base of my hard cock and my balls very tight and proceeded to spank me with a hard, flexible rod.

I felt the pain of each blow punishing my body, my breasts, and especially my cock and balls. He listened to the hum of the stick in the air, the impact, and their laughter, stunned and silent.

They squeezed and twisted my nipples very hard as if adjusting my hard-on. They hit the head of my cock with the stick so skillfully that they made me come several times.

I cried with pain and pleasure, feeling so horny that I could die of happiness on that pole! But I knew what they would do next.

After making me come several times, they released me from the pole, lay my face down on the ground, and took turns fucking me brutally until they were tired.

Once they're sated, pissed, and spit on me, they take all my money in my wallet and go home, sleep with their wives, happy and relaxed.

Covered in cum, urine, and bruised, I walked back to my house, completely happy, looking forward to their next call.