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Johnny's Punishment Part 6: Show Time

I hopped into the next room, my hands and feet bound by cuffs, a
6-inch penis gag in my mouth, and a butt plug digging into my *** with each
step. Looking around the room I saw a a camcorder on a tripod, Vanessa
holding another camcorder, and Cindy sitting on the bed with an instamatic
camera next to her.
"It's show time, Johnny." Cindy said, untying the penis gag. "I
know that this isn't much compared to the production values you're used to
in Hollywood. But this is a low-budget movie, and it's the best we could
do on such short notice. Remember, there are no small parts, only small
actors."
"With small dicks." Brian added.
Cindy and Vanessa giggled. "I don't think you'll get any Oscar nominations
for this movie, but I'm sure it will be entertaining. At least for us,
anyway." Cindy continued, at last freeing the penis gag from my mouth. She
shoved me to a kneeling position in front of Brian, who sat on a folding
chair.
"Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything else, but not this!"
Cindy ignored me, brushing my long blond hair and smoothing out my bangs.
"Come on, sweetie, the show must go on. And your hair is lovely, don't you
think?"
"For a ******." Brian said.
"Stop calling me that!" I yelled at him. "I'm not a ******."
"Then why are you on your knees about to suck my ****, little ******?"
I recoiled as Brian lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles.
"Come on, ******. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
Cindy knelt on the floor next to me. She took my face in her hands and
pulled me close to her.
"Johnny, you're not getting out of this." she said with a smug look on her
face.
I looked at her and shivered. I knew she was right, and I was about to cry
again.
"Brian, if he gives you any trouble, squeeze his balls." Vanessa said. "That
seems to work real well with him."
Vanessa turned on the camcorder on the tripod, then circled around to
videotape me from the other side. Cindy stood behind Brian with the camera.
"OK, we're all ready." Vanessa said. "Well, maybe not the little sissy,
but he doesn't have any choice, does he? Johhny, remember to face the
camera when you're done so we can get a close up of you with *** dripping
down your face. I'd like to do this in one take, but if you mess up, we
can do it over and over until you get it right. I'm sure Brian won't mind."
Brian smiled and dragged my face toward his lap as Cindy snapped away
with her camera and the two camcorders rolled. I stared helplessly at the
one-eyed monster about to violate me.
"No, please!" I begged. "I'll give you lots of money. I'm rich.
I have millions -"
Brian squeezed my balls, cutting me off in mid-sentence. I leaned forward
and obediently took Brian's semi-rigid **** in my mouth. Brian's **** grew
almost instantly under my attention. I nearly gagged as the **** moved in
and out of my mouth, slamming against the back of my throat. Finally,
Brian unleashed a spurt of *** down into my mouth. I swallowed most of it,
but some spilled out the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks. Dutifully,
I turned my head to face the camcorder. The girls continued taping and
snapping pictures as Brian made me pose for the cameras.
Completely humiliated, tears rolling down my cheeks, I leaned away,
but Brian pulled me back.
"You're not done yet, ******. Now lick my **** clean."
I had already been ******** of all of my pride, and offered no protest,
licking the sticky *** off the tip of Brian's penis.
"Now kiss it, so it knows you like it."
Once again, I did as I was told, kissing the ugly swollen organ. Finally,
I heard the girls turn off the camcorders.
"Thanks, **********." Brian said, tousling my hair.
Cindy wrapped her arms around me and hugged me as I knelt on the floor
with Brian's *** smeared on my face, my chin down.
"See, sweetie, that wasn't so bad, was it? That must have been the easiest
movie you ever made." She lifted my chin to look me in the eyes. "You
didn't even have to act!"
JohnnyGirl13 JohnnyGirl13 41-45, M 1 Response Aug 4, 2012

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There is stuff my brother forced me to whatched ( as in **** ). But nothing as bad as this reading. I'm sick to my stomach curse my knowledge craving