"Rhonda, are you almost ready?"
Ron DeSantis swallowed hard as he did one last once-over in the mirror. He was, at his Master's order, wearing a skimpy French maid outfit with fishnet stockings and a curly blonde wig, eyeliner, mascara, and hot pink lipstick. He looked like a slut, and he felt like a slut.
Master loved it when he was a slut.
"Yes, milord," DeSantis called back in his girl voice.
"Not high enough. That will be five extra spankings for you later," Master yelled back.
DeSantis's hole twitched around the vibrating buttplug. He almost ran out of the bathroom, to where his Lord - a giant of a man who called himself Melkor, with zombie-pale skin, long black hair and eyes that changed color from burning black coal to ice-white - was waiting for him on the living room couch, stroking his enormous, veiny cock.
DeSantis's mouth watered at the sight of Master Melkor's cock. He got down on his knees. "How may I serve you?" he asked, making his voice higher-pitched - as much as he craved even more spankings, he nonetheless wanted to be a good girl for his Master.
"Get over here and suck my cock, Rhonda," Melkor commanded.
DeSantis approached and as he got closer, Melkor shoved the Governor of Florida down on his knees. Ron DeSantis - Rhonda - greedily took Melkor's cock in his mouth, gagging on it, then trying again, bobbing his head hard and fast. Melkor moaned and seized a handful of the blonde wig.
"Suck it, bitch."
DeSantis's hole twitched again around the buttplug, and his tiny cock was fully hard and dripping precum now, pulsing, loving every moment of degradation. He lived to be his Master's cockslut. Cock, cock, cock, he couldn't get enough. He was such a slut for cock he was even willing to get dressed up in this ridiculous outfit if that was what he had to do.
Melkor moaned - DeSantis could feel Melkor's cock throbbing in his mouth, and as DeSantis reached to rub the heavy ball sack, it tightened. Melkor turned up the buttplug on the remote control, and it buzzed away on its highest setting. DeSantis desperately wanted to stroke his cock, but he wasn't allowed to touch himself. He had to be a good girl, Master said.
But as DeSantis slurped away at the thick cock in his mouth, he craved it inside him. The buttplug wasn't enough. When Melkor pulled his cock out of DeSantis's mouth before he could come, DeSantis made a most undignified whine of protest. And yet, he hoped it was because that cock was going in his ass and shoot a nice hot load there. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"No," Melkor said. "She's going to fuck you."
Melkor pointed, and standing in the doorway of the living room and kitchen there was a horse-faced young woman, with henna on her hair and fingers, wearing a black lace camisole, a huge pentagram necklace... and a strap-on. The strap-on was at least a foot long.
DeSantis's jaw dropped. He'd never taken a cock that big. He was almost afraid.
His own little cock hardened to the point of agony.
"Rhonda, meet Juniper. Juniper, meet Rhonda."
"What a pretty little slut you have," Juniper cooed. She walked over and spat in DeSantis's face. "I'm from Florida, you know. I live in Indiana now because you fucked it up."
DeSantis bristled. What an insolent brat. "Excuse me -"
Juniper slapped him across the face. Then she shoved DeSantis into position, on all fours. She took out the buttplug and he didn't even get the courtesy of lube, she just pushed the cock right in.
It burned like hell. DeSantis screamed, and now it was Melkor who slapped him in the face. "Shut up," Melkor barked. "Here, let me put something in that mouth." With that, Melkor shoved his cock back in DeSantis's mouth.
DeSantis took it from both ends - Juniper fucking him from behind, slamming the huge strap-on cock in and out, hard and fast, Melkor grabbing him by the neck and fucking his mouth. Tears streamed down DeSantis's face from the reaming and almost choking on Master Melkor's cock...
...and he loved it. This was bliss. He was made to be used like this, and he knew it.
Melkor pulled out his cock to slap DeSantis in the face with it. "Such a slut," Melkor purred.
"More," DeSantis begged. He had no shame, no pride. Only the need to serve and be used.
Melkor's cock went back in his mouth and they continued on, Juniper pounding away, Melkor throatfucking him. Out of the corner of his eye, DeSantis noticed another tall man, with flaming red hair and amber eyes, wearing all black, walking out two men on leashes. Two grown men wearing nothing but diapers with Peppa Pig on them. One was a younger man, twenties or thirties, with a magnificent mane of raven-black hair and silvery-amethyst eyes, beautiful cheekbones, pearlescent milk-white skin. The other was Senator Lindsey Graham.
"So nice of you to join us, Cole," Melkor said, still fucking DeSantis's mouth. "And I see you have brought a gift."
The redhaired man, Cole, took the blue binky out of Graham's mouth and Graham said, "Ga ga!"
"Oooh, does hims have to go potty?" Juniper called over to the baby-men.
"Yeseth, Mummy," said the younger man. "Pleasest letteth me pee-peest now."
DeSantis thought his manner of speech was exceptionally odd, but then he couldn't think at all as Juniper drove into DeSantis even harder. The redhaired man got the baby-men out of their diapers and walked them over on their leashes. Suddenly, Melkor pulled out of DeSantis's mouth, and Juniper pulled out of DeSantis's ass - "oh, look at that prolapse!" Juniper yelled - and then DeSantis was shoved down onto a tarp on the floor.
The younger man came over to him first. "Do your thing, Larry!" Juniper encouraged.
Larry winced like this was making him really uncomfortable, but then he aimed and pissed all over DeSantis's torso and stomach and cock. Then Larry stepped aside and Graham squatted over DeSantis's face, giving DeSantis a view of his taint moles. "Mummy said to show you my little ladybugs," Lindsey Graham said, and then he pissed in DeSantis's face.
Juniper's strap-on was off and she was pawing herself furiously; Melkor was jerking off next to her. Juniper screamed as she squirted all over DeSantis, and a few seconds later Melkor cried out as he sprayed his seed all over DeSantis's naked body, even creaming over his face, his cum mingling with the mess of pussy juice and piss. DeSantis licked his lips - Melkor's seed tasted like rotten eggs that someone had doused with hot peppers. It was vile, but a filthy whore like him deserved that.
Finally DeSantis was allowed to come - Graham started sucking his cock and it didn't take long for DeSantis to get there.
"Come for us, Rhonda," his Master commanded. "Show us what a slut you are."
DeSantis came in Graham's mouth, whimpering like a girl.
When the contractions of his orgasm were spent and he felt floaty with relief, DeSantis rolled around in the pool of piss with a contented sigh - listening to Larry and Graham moaning as Cole jerked them off. Yes, he loved being a filthy whore.
But it was so shameful. Nobody could know he was like this.
I need to shove all LGBT people back in the closet, or else parties like this will become mainstream and I won't be able to help myself and everyone will know what a slut I am. DeSantis's tiny cock got hard all over again just thinking about it - wild gay piss orgies in the streets. Maybe Lindsey Graham would show off his lovely little ladybugs again before taking a big shit all over him...
No! Bad! What would Jesus do!
...Who would Jesus do?
He couldn't be thinking thoughts about Jesus Christ coming back - coming back, even - and eating out Lindsey Graham's shitty asshole, for fuck's sake! He had to get this under control! Now!
I'm gay. I'm a gay slut.
Don't think gay. Don't say gay...