I get up, walking quickly to the basement, where my Masters wanted me to be. I smile slightly, actually feeling excited. Reaching the door, I open it and walk down the stair steps, taking two at a time. Soon I am at the bottom, and I go over to the bed in the center of the room and sit on it. Aron, Jordon, and Jorel enter the room a few minutes later.

"Strip bitch." Aron orders, growling sexily at me, making blood rush down to my cock and I could feel myself hardening.

"Y-Yes Master." I stammer out, suddenly self-conscious and nervous.

I was hard already, so I gladly removed the tight grey skinny jeans that were restricting my cock from freedom. My boxers come off next, and I pull my shirt off. Aron licks his lips, and begins undressing himself as well. I watch eagerly, my mouth watering slightly. All too soon, his clothes were gone and he walks over to the bed, climbing into it. I gawk at him, not realizing how big his dick was. He had to be over seven inches; I'm a good six and a half but damn! Aron's thick too, mmm, maybe two inches wide. This is going to feel so damn good.

"Jorel, if you want a piece of him you better get undressed." Aron sings, rolling me over so that I was on my stomach and grabbing my hips, positioning me in Doggy.

My eyes wander over to where Jorel was standing, and he smirks, starting to undo his belt. Unexpectedly he stops, and looks over at Jordon, who was just kind of standing there. Jordon walks over and to where I was on the bed, down on my hands and knees waiting. I'm waiting for Aron to fuck me, waiting for Jorel to be put in my mouth, and waiting to jerk Jordon off. I whine, becoming impatient.

Jordon grabs my face, pulling me closer to him. Then he kisses me, harder than I've ever been kissed before. I close my eyes, groaning into his mouth. I feel somebody, more than likely it was Aron sliding his hand over my hip, caressing the sensitive skin under my belly button. I shiver, and without warning, I feel Aron grab me roughly and start to pump my length, making me cry out, giving Jordon the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. He rubs it against mine for a bit before pulling away, and I open my eyes, seeing Jordon settle over in the corner, undoing his pants as if he was getting ready to jerk off.

I whimper as Aron lets go of my cock, no longer wanting to play with me. My eyes wander back over to Jorel, and see he was now shirtless and sliding down his black jeans, his own hard-on tenting his boxers. He smirks, taking his boxers off slowly, teasing me. I bite my lip to keep myself from yelling at him to hurry the fuck up. J looks big, which made my mouth water, wanting to have him filling my mouth soon.

I hope he's as big as Aron. I think to myself, licking my lips eager to please the bassist.

Finally, Jorel removes his red boxers and I get to see his freed member. I was right, he is big, almost the same size as Deuce. He walks over towards a dresser and gets out a bottle of lubricant. J tosses it over to the male behind me, and looks at me questionably. I open my mouth to speak but stop when I feel something hard and cold poke my entrance and jump forward a bit; it was a reflex.

"J can you kiss him and stuff?" Aron asks and the bassist nods, walking over and grabbing my face before kissing me forcefully.

I felt Aron slowly push into me and I cry out, allowing Jorel to slip his tongue into my mouth, distracting me from the pain. Aron grabs my hips, allowing me to get used to his length. After a few minutes, I push my hips back against him, wanting him to fucking move already. Hearing him chuckle he starts to move back and forth, slowly at first, while digging his nails into my hips. I whimper appreciatively towards the boys.

"Such a good little whore." Aron growls, going faster, harder and deeper with each movement he made.

Jorel stops kissing me and shoves my mouth down onto his cock. I gag, tears forming in my eyes, as he begins fucking my mouth in time with Deuce's thrusts. While sucking greedily on J-Dog, I screech, making Jorel's cock slide out of my mouth. Aron must have hit my prostate. I was getting close to coming, so I reach down to my own member and start stroking it along with Aron's movements. Jorel wasn't having any of that though, he grabbed my arms and yanked them out from under me so that my face was buried in the bed. He lifts up my head so that he could shove his cock down my throat again. I happily take it all in my throat, still gagging.

"Fuck you're tight!" Deuce moans, going faster, and I knew he was about ready to fall off the edge.

Before I knew what was happening, hot and bitter fluid filled my mouth and I gag, swallowing it all. Jorel pulls out of my mouth, satisfied that I swallowed all of his spunk. I didn't have time to recover because Aron was spilling his hot seed inside of me, still moving and hitting my prostate, trying to push me to climax. It worked, I cry out, sounding very much like a bitch, as I orgasm. He pulls out, gets off the bed and began to get dressed. Jorel and Jordan follow his lead and then the three leave the basement.

"Dear god." I sigh, curling up underneath the bed's comforter, too exhausted to get up and shower.