Cuckold Camp Ch. 05

Chapter Five

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The Confessionals

Later that day, Finn and the rest of the whiteboys were lined up at a long table in a white room on the second floor of what was beginning to appear to him more as a compound than a camp. He played with the pink leash that dangled from the matching collar around his neck, the only ‘clothes’ he was permitted to wear. Perhaps he could earn some back, but only time would tell, and the remainder of the next two weeks would most likely feel like a year.

Finn was beginning to miss his girlfriend again; this horrible, dark feeling that would stir up in his chest from his stomach and clench his heart until it felt like it would explode.

Mason kept stirring on his chair at his left, distracting Finn’s thoughts. If his back burned from the lashes of Raina’s whip, Mason’s ass must have been an inferno from Fiona’s paddling.

“These chairs don’t even have cushions,” he complained, constantly trying to find a less agonizing position on the hard wooden seat.

“Maybe if you stopped moving, it’d hurt less,” Finn suggested.

“Oh, fuck you,” Mason replied, turning away from him.

“I’m serious!” Finn urged him. Ironically, he stopped moving. Finn rolled his eyes and kept playing with his leash, swinging it back and forth in one hand and watching it drag on the floor.

“That big bitch even hit my balls,” Mason continued to complain.

“They’re all big bitches,” Brendan quipped from Mason’s other side.

“Well, Fiona’s the biggest,” Mason said. Matty looked at Chuck as if he was going to say something, being a big boy himself, but he stayed quiet and stared out the window beyond the table.

“Oh, give me a break,” Brendan said, for some reason.

“He’s not wrong,” Finn chimed in.

“It’s kind of luscious looking,” Matty said, out of nowhere.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Finn answered. Matty looked over at him from Brendan’s left side and grinned wide.

“A nice fat titty redhead to put us in our place,” she continued, turning to Brendan after a pause, “not unlike your girlfriend.”

“Shut up about my girlfriend!” Brendan whined. He really was a fucking soyboy.

Matty rolled her eyes. “Do you tell that to her bull as well?”

“I would!” the soyboy replied, so full of impotent rage.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” Finn heard Chuck mutter from the other end of the table.

“For more cock?” Finn taunted him with a chuckle.

Mason joined in. “Yeah, fat boy’s hungry for more black cock.”

Chuck looked back out the window, clutching a roll of his stomach, looking like he was about to start crying again. Chuck sputtered, “I’m not gay. I just need some food.”

“Yeah, I’m not gay either,” Finn continued, “but you sure opened those fat lips up for it.”

“Stop it!” Brendan bellowed, darting a glare at Finn.

“Oh, I forgot, you’re a little gay boy too,” Finn said just to taunt Brendan as well. He shouldn’t have stepped right under his sights.

“I lied. I only did that to save Chuck,” Brendan professed. “He clearly didn’t want to do that.”

“But you did!” Finn kept pressing him. He raised his hand mockingly and taunted, “‘I volunteer! I volunteer to suck the cock!'” His hand fell and Mason joined him in a fit of laughter.

That was when Goddess Fiona walked in from the door far behind Finn. She traipsed up to the table in her new heels rather quickly for a girl so heavy. “What’s so funny, boys?” she asked them just before their laughter dropped.

The redheaded queen circled around the table at Finn’s end and stood with her right fist on her thick hip; her left hand held a short stack of papers. Her ocean eyes scanned them all, looking for an answer.

“Finn and Mason were making fun of Brendan and Chuck for sucking that BBC earlier,” Matty fessed up, as a matter of course, without regard for anything. Mason glared at her. Fiona’s gaze directed itself right at Finn.

“Well, if you find sucking cock so funny, perhaps I’ll make you try it yourself,” she snipped at him. Finn squinted at her with his thin eyes and looked down, only to see his great shame; his tiny cock was steadily hardening itself. It must’ve been her presence; it couldn’t have been what she said.

“Now,” the ultra-thick redhead continued, “I have some, uh, worksheets for all of you. Mistress Raina’s orders. We need to get your history in order to properly train you. That’s how she put it, anyways.” Fiona handed the papers out, one by one, starting with Finn’s and running down the table. Then, she slid them all over black pens from a cup at the corner of the table.

Finn turned his paper around and focused on it. The top of it read Cuckold Confessional.

He wrote his name in the right slot for it and continued down to the first question: How long has your girlfriend been cucking you? He jotted down the answer: 7 months. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Just answer all the questions honestly, and I’ll collect them later,” Fiona told them. Finn nodded, and she flashed him one of her devilish open-toothed grins. Then, she looked to Matty. “Sissy, it’s your responsibility to come and get me when everyone’s done. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty answered instantaneously. Finn grinded his teeth jealously for a moment. She must have lost trust in him for following Mason’s failed little escape plan.

Why he even liked this fat redhead girl so much, he couldn’t discern. As she left the room, he turned his focus back to the form.

Who did she cuck you with? was the next question. Some gang member from out of town named Jamal, he answered. He checked off the box that indicated Jamal to be the same bull she’s with now.

“Guess there’s no more lying for you, Brendan,” Matty said as soon as Fiona made her way out of the room.

“Don’t start this again,” he replied, “Let’s just get this over with, quick and easy.”

“I couldn’t agree more, actually,” Finn remarked.

“I’m fucking hungry,” Chuck said again.

“We all are, fat boy,” Mason answered him. Everyone fell silent, jotting down answers.

How often does she let/make you watch? the next question read. Finn thought about it a moment. About one third of the time, he guessed. Have you ever fluffed her bull for her? Finn told the truth: Never.

Now he saw where Matty’s little remark came from, though. He chuckled a bit before answering question five: Do you clean up their creampies? A memory flashed through his mind of Leya wrapping her luscious legs around his head and forcing him to lick Jamal’s cum out of her pussy.

Once, he wrote. Usually, they wore condoms. He checked off the box indicating he had done so with his mouth.

The next question was a bit stranger: How harshly do they humiliate you? He didn’t know how to answer, at first, as Leya and Jamal usually didn’t do it in front of him and he had no contact with the bull aside from when she did bring him along, or the rare occasions in which he would visit them.

When they were around each other, however, he was merciless with him. Jamal made Finn feel like less than nothing. To make matters worse, he was probably fucking her at that very moment. He decided to answer: Harsh, but rare.

What responsibilities do you have to your girlfriend as her cuckold? the next question read. Finn didn’t know how to answer this one right away, either.

Leya didn’t treat him like he thought a cuckold would be treated when she wasn’t fucking Jamal. It hasn’t changed our relationship much, he figured. He hoped deep in his heart that he was right.

As if it predicted how he felt, the next question was: What are your deepest insecurities? He finally saw how these would be useful for the dommes to know. My penis size, and the thought my girlfriend may leave me, he wrote.

The next one burned even more, however: Has cuckoldry made you question your sexuality? He wrote his answer fast: No, I’m not gay, and underlined the word not.

His eyes traveled to the last question fast.

What made you interested in cuckoldry originally? Another strange one to ask, as Finn was sure the majority of them didn’t ask for this.

He knew Matty didn’t even ask for this life, she just took to it like a natural. Her and Eleanor were a strange pair. I wasn’t interested in it originally, he decided his answer would be. Then, he set his pen down.

“That was easy enough,” he said, looking over at his pathetic compatriots. Matty was already finished, as well.

“Not too much torture today,” she said, “Well, except maybe for you two.” Mason shifted in his chair again, wincing in agony for the fresh welts on his ass.

“Stop talking,” he said to her, still working on his confessional.

Chuck set down his pen. Matty looked at Finn and smiled. To his own surprise, he smiled back. The whole situation had a certain humorous atmosphere to it that he could somehow appreciate.

Finally, Brendan finished, then Mason. “Done,” he said, setting down his pen as if it put him through hard labor. “Now I can get off this fucking chair,” he remarked with much exhaustion before standing up and stepping by Finn’s seat, going on to pace back and forth on the other side of the table by the window.

Matty stood up as well, exiting out the door behind them to retrieve Goddess Fiona. Mason looked at Finn and complained, “My ass fucking hurts.”

“I think it’s supposed to,” he replied.

“The bitch beat me so hard it started bleeding,” he continued, turning around to point down and show him.

“I don’t need to see that shit again!” Finn said lightheartedly.

“Guess that’s the last time either of you tries to escape,” Brendan said, as if he were in any position to scold them.

“Oh, please. You would’ve come with us if you were awake,” Mason replied. The door swung back open behind them.

“Fat chance,” Brendan said. “I’m not getting spanked bloody like that.”

Matty giggled as she entered, Goddess Fiona in tow. “That was quick,” Finn remarked.

“Oh, I was just outside,” Fiona explained as she approached the table of whiteboys. She stepped up to Mason, who shivered in fear at her presence. “Keep complaining and I’ll beat that ass even harder,” she said, breathing down his neck, before giving his bare red ass a smack.