Chapter 3
In the sweltering heat of a summer's eve, the grand estate of Orion and his family played host to a magnificent ball. The sprawling mansion, with its high ceilings and marbled floors, was adorned with elegant floral arrangements and bathed in the soft glow of flickering candlelight. The chatter and laughter of the guests filled the air as they mingled, drink in hand, admiring the opulence of their surroundings.
Orion, a man of great wealth and power, stood tall and proud, his silver hair slicked back and his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. His son, Sirius, stood by his side, his youthful face framed by a cascade of dark curls. Sirius, though just sixteen, had long been known as the slut and breeding cow of the family. His mouth, eager and willing, had brought pleasure to many, and his body, supple and submissive, had been used to sire countless offspring.
As the evening wore on, Orion, ever the indulgent father, led Sirius to a secluded room, hidden from the prying eyes of the other guests. The room was dimly lit, and the walls were lined with plush velvet. In the center of the room stood a solid oak wall, its surface unblemished and smooth. Orion, with a wicked smile, gestured to a small, discreet hole in the wall.
"Go on, my boy," he urged, his voice low and seductive. "Make yourself useful. Show our guests what a good little slut you are."
Sirius, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement, approached the wall and knelt before the hole. He extended his tongue, his senses heightened, and waited.
It wasn't long before he felt the warm, firm press of a cock against his lips. He opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the salty skin. The cock twitched in response, and Sirius felt a surge of power and pleasure at the thought of the unseen stranger on the other side of the wall, using his mouth for their own pleasure.
As the night wore on, Sirius lost track of the number of cocks he serviced. Some were thick and long, filling his mouth and throat to capacity, while others were short and slender, their owners moaning and gasping as Sirius skillfully worked his tongue and lips. He tasted the bitter tang of cum, and the salty musk of sweat, and he reveled in it, his own cock hard and aching in his pants.
At one point, a particularly large cock was presented to him. Sirius struggled to take it all in, his eyes watering as he gagged and choked. But the stranger on the other side of the wall was relentless, fucking his mouth with rough, demanding strokes. Sirius could feel the cum boiling in the stranger's balls, and he braced himself for the onslaught.
With a final, brutal thrust, the stranger came, filling Sirius's mouth with a hot, sticky flood. Sirius swallowed, his throat working as he desperately tried to take it all in. The stranger withdrew, and Sirius was left gasping for breath, his mouth and throat sore and swollen.
But there was no time for rest, for another cock was already presented to him. Sirius took it in his mouth, his lips stretched wide, and he began to suck. He could feel the pleasure building in his own body, his cock throbbing and aching with need. But he knew that he would not be allowed to cum, that his own pleasure was secondary to the needs of the strangers on the other side of the wall.
As the night wore on, Sirius's body began to betray him. His legs shook with exhaustion, and his jaw ached from the constant barrage of cocks. But he would not give in, would not fail his father or the unseen strangers. He was Sirius, the slut and breeding cow of the family, and he would service them all.
Finally, as the first light of dawn crept through the windows, the last cock was withdrawn from Sirius's mouth. He knelt before the wall, his body spent and his spirit broken. But he knew that he had pleased his father, had fulfilled his duty as the family's slut and breeding cow.
As he rose to his feet, his legs trembling, Orion approached him, a proud smile on his face.
"You have done well, my boy," he said, his voice thick with pride and lust. "You have served our guests well, and you have brought pleasure to many. You are a true slut, a true breeding cow. And I am proud to call you my son."
Sirius, his heart swelling with love and pride, fell into his father's arms, his body spent and his spirit broken. But he knew that he had pleased his father, had fulfilled his duty as the family's slut and breeding cow. And he knew that he would do it all again, for his father and for the pleasure of the strangers on the other side of the wall.