Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 06:32:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: T J <son4dad1987@yahoo.com>
Subject: Auditioning to become His Boy part 3

Auditioning to Become His Boy (3)

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	With my eyes cast down, I saw a plug bigger than any I had taken
yet drop to the floor.  "Put it in, boy."  My eyes got wide as I had never
taken one with such a wide flare.  As I grabbed it, my fingers couldn't
touch as they wrapped around the widest flare and I estimated it to be
about 5 inches long.  I whimpered at the thought of the pain but knew not
to speak out of turn.  Luckily, Sir, in his generosity, held out his hand
with a brown bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube.  I eagerly took the
two and squirted a covering onto the plug.  Though it had a wide flare, the
base was small, assuring it would not fall out for some time.  I lined the
tip of the toy with my hole and started pushing it in.  I felt it start to
stretch my hole, but my fingers felt at least another, much wider, inch
left to go.  I held the plug where it was with my left hand while my right
hand awkwardly open the poppers and held them to my nose.  The bottle
didn't have a label, but after one hit in each nostril I knew it was not
the cheap stuff.  As the heat started to spread throughout my body, I
leaned forward and forced the last inch in.  I moaned as my hole wrapped
around the small base and locked inside.  I stayed with my face against the
floor as I felt a warm stream spray on my back.

	When I woke up the morning after my theater test, I saw the once
loaded jock on my pillow, it must have fallen out through the night.  My
dick was hard but my sensitive ass hole, errr, pussy is what caught my
attention when I moved my legs to kick off the covers.  A small moan
involuntarily slipped out and I reached down to feel my hole, still a
little puffy and very sensitive.  I stuck one finger in, noticing how easy
it went, but heard a knock at my door before I could explore further.  I
swung my legs out of bed, but then felt how sore my muscles were still.  I
hobbled to the door and got to the kitchen before realizing I was still
naked.  The knocking at my door repeated, louder this time.  "Be right
there," I called out, working my way back to my bedroom.  I frantically
looked around for something to wear and grabbed an old pair of basketball
shorts.  I held them up with one hand while returning to the front door as
fast as I could.  When I opened the door, there was a very frustrated FedEx
delivery guy holding a large brown box.
	The man looked at my half naked body before pushing the box into my
hand.  His frustration turned into a smirk as he also handed me the
electronic clipboard to sign.  I spread my knees to try to keep the shorts
up as I grabbed the pen with my free hand.  As I signed my name and went to
hand the clipboard back, the man stood there and continued to look at my
falling shorts.  I lost balance of the box in my hand, and as I shifted my
body to catch it, I felt the cool air as my bottoms fell to my ankles.  I
quickly bent over, setting the box on the ground but felt his hand on my
shoulder.  "Don't worry, slut.  I've already seen it, I was at the
bookstore last night."  I looked up at him, feeling my face flush red and
unsure what to do.  He was a pretty average looking guy, a small beer
belly, thick thighs under his FedEx shorts, a broad chest with hair poking
out the top, and a growing bulge in front of my face.  Thankfully my front
door was blocked from my neighbor's view as the FedEx man leaned his
bearded face down next to mine and reached behind me to trace my pussy with
his fingers.  I moaned again as this stranger, who's cock I had apparently
already had, played with me in the doorway of my own home.  "You put on a
good show last night.  If you ever want to go further, I have a couple guys
that get together every weekend and we haven't found our entertainment for
tonight yet.  Steve told me about your Master, let him know we want to rent
you for the night.  Have him call me."  I watched as he pulled a pen from
his pocket and wrote his name, Logan, followed by his phone number on the
box he had just delivered.  He picked up the clipboard from where I had
lain it on the ground, smacked my ass, then turned and walked back to his
truck.
	I watched him walk away, before realizing what predicament I was
in.  I picked the box up, stepped out of my fallen shorts and shut the
door.  Before I could open it, I heard an email notification from my phone
and realized I had left it on the counter, plugged in, all night.  I
grabbed it from where I was sitting and saw another email from Sir.  "Just
heard my package got delivered, boy.  I overnighted a couple things you
will need before our meeting.  Take a look and let me know if you have any
questions.  - Sir"
	I sent back an email telling Sir of what had just transpired with
the FedEx man and gave him the contact information, then saying that I was
about to open the box and will let him know shortly if I have any
questions.  I grabbed a knife and returned to the box on my kitchen table.
After cutting open the tape and removing the packaging material, I started
to lay out what was inside.  After emptying the box, I took inventory.
There were butt plugs of increasing size, two dildos- one 5 inches but very
wide and one 9 inches long but slender, a shower enema kit, nipple clamps,
a pair of knee pads, and a colon snake.  I had seen colon snakes before but
had never used one, and the thought of all 18 inches going in me was more
intimidating than I wanted to admit.  I took my phone and sent an email to
Sir, saying that I didn't have any questions but did worry about taking 18
inches inside me.  I also told Sir, that I didn't have any classes today,
but was still sore from the prior night so I was going to take a hot bath
with Epsom salt to relax my muscles.  I set my phone back down and went to
the bathroom, turned on some music, eased myself into a steamy bath, and
drifted back to sleep.
	When I awoke, the water was lukewarm and the salts had cleared.  I
started the drain and stood up to towel off.  The ache on my pussy lips had
subsided and my muscles felt new again.  I wrapped the towel around my
waist and headed to the kitchen to make something to fill my empty stomach.
As I whipped up some lunch, I checked my phone to see another message from
Sir.  "The colon snake will go in you in time, boy, but not today.  Today
you get a bonus test.  I contacted Logan and have arranged for you to be
his entertainment for the night.  I didn't know you were free all day, so I
told him you would be there right at 6:00.  Make sure you are clean, inside
and out, and report to the address below.  He has requested you wear the
shorts you had on today and the tightest shirt you have.  I also suggest
wearing your new knee pads.  We have discussed your limits and he has
promised to honor them.  You are not to refuse anything he or his friends
desire tonight.  Leave your phone in your car, you will be there late so
don't make any plans for tomorrow morning, boy.  He will also be recording
the activities so I will see your performance.  Rest up and check in when
you leave.  Be a good boy. -Sir"
	I plugged the address into my phone and saw it was only a few
blocks from me.  Nervous again, my cock betrayed me and was tenting the
towel around my waist.  I haven't had an orgasm in days and desperately
wanted one, but instead I ate the lunch I had prepared then returned to my
bed to get some much needed rest.  If tonight is anything like last night,
I will need all that I can get.  Though I was worried about what Logan had
said about going "further" I trusted that he would respect the limits Sir
told him and fell asleep, only to dream of what was to come.
	I slept until the late afternoon.  Once I awoke, I looked at the
time and saw I had an hour to get ready.  I went to the bathroom and used
the new shower enema kit Sir had sent me to get extra clean.  I made sure I
was flushing clean, put on the shorts from earlier, and dug through my
drawers until I found a shirt from my high school days.  It pulled tight
against my chest and stomach and I couldn't comfortable move my arms, but
it was the tightest I had, as Logan had requested.  I checked for another
message from Sir, but had no new notifications, so I grabbed my phone and
keys and started the short drive to Logan's.  When I arrived, I saw it was
a large, two story house and there were quite a few pickup trucks in the
driveway.  I parked on the street, left my phone and walked up to the scene
of my next test for Sir.  On the front door was a note: "Slut, go to the
back."  As I approached the back of the house, I could hear the raucous of
several men.  When I turned the corner, I saw a group of almost a dozen men
sitting on a deck, each holding a beer.  They all looked like the average
blue-collar type.  Hair poking out of every hole in their shirt, big
bellies, several were balding.  Behind them I could see a hot tub on the
deck and as I looked around before they saw me, I saw a tall privacy fence
surrounding a decent size yard.
	I slowly approached them unnoticed until Logan announced my
arrival, "Looks like the slut arrived, and ten minutes early, guess he
can't wait to be our bitch."  A loud cheer went up as they all turned to
look at me, the young college boy, former football player, wearing a
too-tight t-shirt and holding up my too baggy fabric shorts with one hand.
All of these men were old enough to be my dad, or grandpa, except one, and
they all were staring at me with lustful hunger.  The youngest one looked
about my age, but was more toned than I or anyone else, not having gained
the beer gut the others had.  Logan met me at the bottom of the stair to
the deck, "So tonight slut, you are going to be the life of the party.  But
that doesn't start until the sun goes down.  Until then you will be our
server.  Come inside and we will get you ready."  I followed him inside
through the crowd, getting fondled and groped as we went.  Once in the
door, I realized we were in the kitchen.  Logan led me to the counter next
to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge then a pill
bottle from inside the closest cabinet.  "This here is a Cialis.  I don't
want those shorts coming off before the sun goes down, but since you will
have your hands full, I figured this will help keep them up.  I took the
pill handed to me and downed the whole bottle of water.  Then Logan guided
me to a bathroom.  He handed me a butt plug, smaller than the one put in me
last night.  "This is a remote controlled vibrating plug.  Each time a man
finishes a beer, he gets the remote for as long as it takes for you to get
his next beer.  You will wait inside until you feel this then bring a beer
out.  I also know you aren't allowed to cum so if you do, your Master gave
me permission to provide the punishment as long as none of us were touching
your useless dick or balls.  Once the sun goes down, the real party starts.
Understood, slut?"  I nodded my head while pulling my shorts down.  "You
have 2 minutes to get the plug in place, lube is in the cabinet, then I
need the first beer."
	I found the lube in the cabinet, applied it liberally, then
squatted with my short still on and worked it in through my leg hole.
Logan had said he didn't want my shorts to come off until sun down and
didn't know if that meant now too.  The plug was short and wide, but I
managed to work it in right as I felt it start to vibrate.  The vibrations
made my dick rise and did the intended job of holding up my shorts under
the waistband.  I grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge and ran out to
the deck looking for Logan.  I saw him on the other side of the group of
men grinning at me.  I maneuvered my way through the crowd, my hole buzzing
and throbbing, and presented the beer to him.  He took the beer, set it on
the deck railing, then pulled me over the railing as well.  He slapped my
ass hard twice, once on each cheek.  I yelped with each slap as I only had
a worn layer of fabric between his hand and my skin.  The plug continued to
vibrate as he held in firm in the hand that was holding my back down
against the wooden beam.  "That's for the two mistakes you made boy.
Number one is the beer should be open before you come out of the door.  The
second is that you should be on all fours.  You have knee pads on for a
reason."  He let me up and I dropped to my knees, then all fours.  Finally
the vibrating stopped.  I looked down and saw a wet spot was forming on the
shorts where my pent up dick hanged down.  I looked around and saw a
camera, as Sir had said there would be, in the corner of the deck, catching
everything I was doing.
	I crawled back inside, this time having to crawl over stretched
legs and around standing guests.  I was only inside a minute before the
vibration started again.  This time, I open the beer bottle and, not
knowing what else to do, held the open end in my mouth as I crawled back
through the door, looking for the controller of the remote.  I was lucky
that it was the man closest to the door.  As he took the beer and put it to
his lips, the vibration stopped again.  This continued for half an hour,
sometimes the man would be on the other side of the group, sometimes by the
door.  One thought it would be funny to go to the other end of the yard,
but that only irritated his friends as it took me longer to get there and
back for the next thirsty patron.  Each time, I also had to take the empty
bottle back inside and dispose of it in the trash can on the other side of
the kitchen.  After half an hour, the guests had a new idea that I had not
expected, though all of this was a first for me.
	I was inside, resting for a few minutes without a vibration when my
hole started to buzz again.  I grabbed another beer from the seemingly
endless stock and repeated the process I had perfected, carrying the bottle
out with my mouth to hand it over in exchange for the empty bottle and the
vibrations to stop.  The wet spot on my crotch had spread to both thighs as
my dick continued to leak, making them heavy and sagging.  This time,
though, when I handed over the beer, the bottle put in my mouth was not
empty.  It took only a moment of confusion before it splashed on my tongue
and I realized the owner had emptied his bladder into it.  He held it
still, knowing I would react.  "Why get up to go to the bathroom when we
have a servant slut to take our piss away?"  Logan's voice spoke over the
laughing from his guests.  "Do what you want with it, boy, but it doesn't
go in the trash and you aren't getting any more water or beer tonight."  I
had never done piss play but had told Sir I wanted to try it, I guess this
is his way of letting me experiment.  However, the acidic taste assaulted
my tongue and I barely made it back to the kitchen before dumping the
bottle down the sink and throwing the bottle in the trash.
	After fifteen more minutes, my thirst was increasing while the piss
splashing on my tongue from every bottle I returned was dulling my taste
buds to its acridness.  When the next buzz in my pussy signaled for a new
drink, this time it was for the host of the party.  When Logan handed me
his recycled bottle, he scratched my head and told me how great of a job I
was doing.  "I would never guess you were a first timer to all this, boy.
Your Master is a lucky man.  I'm sure he would be proud of how well you are
doing so far."  He smiled while crouching down and looking in my eyes.
Being reminded I was doing this for Sir, I looked over to the camera and
tilted the bottle up as best I could, swallowing Logan's watery beer piss
as fast as I could.  I could only get about half the bottle down, it was
difficult to breathe in between gulps while on all fours and my head back,
but it was enough for Logan to smile and pat my head.  "The sun will be
down in about fifteen more minutes, piss slut.  Keep it up and we will let
you get in the hot tub."  The thought of getting in the hot tub and
relaxing my very sore arms and thighs was enough to keep me going until
sundown.
	There were ten more beers to get in that time, and I looked at the
camera and drank all of the recycled beer I was handed in return for that
time.  By the time the deck lights came on, some tiki torches along the
railing really, I had learned to love the taste of beer piss while filling
my bladder in the process.  My dick was leaking more than ever, however,
after a full hour of almost constant vibrations against my prostate and the
work of the little blue pill I had been given.  When I returned the last
time with a beer in my mouth, it was again for Logan.  "Good boy, we are
about to start the party, but first, I am sure you have to take a piss
yourself."  I nodded to the affirmative and bounced between both knees,
trying to relieve the pressure building.  "Lay on your back boy, legs
spread."  I rolled over, grateful to be off my knees and hands.  I spread
my knees while keeping my legs bent, my loose shorts clinging to me with my
own juices.  Logan knelt down next to me and started to rub my stomach.  Go
ahead, boy.  Piss and show us how much you love it.
	I started to let loose my bladder, completely soaking my shorts as
it pooled out around me and dripped through the crack of the deck.  I
sighed at the sudden relief, closing my eyes to enjoy the warmth spreading
over my lower half.  As I finished, I felt warmth on my top half as well.
I open my eyes and saw Logan straddling me while pissing his own shorts.
The excess dripped down onto my tight shirt and soaked into the cloth and
my skin.  I moaned as the warm piss started to steam a little when it met
the cooling night air.  In the light from the torches, I could see other
guests coming closer while the rest began to strip out of their clothes.
One guest, an older man in his 50's with a belly that hung over his crotch,
straddled my chest in mesh shorts and aimed his covered cock at my mouth.
I felt the warmth start on my chest before he leaned forward onto his hands
and hung his streaming shorts over my mouth.  I leaned up and opened wide,
taking as much of the stream as I could into my mouth while swallowing as
fast as I could.  My forehead pressed against the hanging stomach as my
mouth filled three times with his grandpa piss.  Once his bladder was
empty, he stood up and stripped out of his clothes while standing over me.
	His was the first cock I saw that night as he dropped his shorts.
It was short and buried in a mound of flesh and hair.  Once free of his
clothes, he straddled me again, this time with his cock and balls over my
mouth.  I dutifully sucked them in and cleaned them of the piss that had
soaked into his skin.  As I felt him harden in my mouth, he pulled out and
was replaced by the guest my age.  The young man straddled my head facing
my feet and put his semi hard cock in my mouth to clean.  As I cleaned the
head and shaft, he replaced it with his balls.  They were hairless like the
rest of him, but I could not detect any stubble, apparently he was
naturally smooth.  His balls hung like a bull though and I could not fit
both in my mouth at the same time despite my attempts.  Thinking he would
pull off like the rest of them, I was surprised when he moved farther
forward and settled his ass hole on my mouth.  Using what I learned with
Roger, the grandpa, last night I stuck my tongue in deep and licked all
around the smooth hole.
	A deep voice resonated, "That's right, clean my hole fucking
faggot.  Taste all that piss that dripped down there."  The young man held
still then and started sighing as I tasted a fresh stream of piss coming
down his crack.  I looked up and saw another older guest pissing on him.
He kept his stream slow and steady so that it flowed down the younger man's
back and into his crack, ending up on my tongue.  The fresh piss mixed with
the young ass hole sent my lust into overdrive as I buried my tongue back
in the ass once the stream stopped.  I felt a tug on my shorts and lifted
my hips so whoever it was could expose my bottom half.  As the piss
drenched shorts were pulled off my feet, I once again felt the plug
vibrate, stronger than before.  It pulsed and buzzed so loud I could hear
the vibration on the wood underneath me.  I humped into the air, moving my
hips so the plug would braze against my prostate.
	The young guest on my face stood up as the plug was pulled out of
my pussy without warning.  I gasped then groaned as I felt empty and void.
I looked to see Logan removing my knee pads before reaching out his hand.
I reached out and let him pull me up, then clung to his naked body as I got
used to being upright again.  When my head cleared, I looked over to see
all the young guest joining the others in the bubbling hot tub.  "I told
you if you did good you could get in the hot tub, so time for your reward."
He led me over to the steps of the hot tub and let me get in while he
climbed in after me.  He sat in front of the steps while I stood in the
middle, mere inches away from all the other naked men while I still had my
shirt on.  I reached to pull it off but Logan grabbed my wrists.  "Leave it
on, it gives us something to grab onto." I put my hands down and looked
around, noticing there were no empty seats left.  The oldest man smiled at
me and pulled my shirt to him so I was facing him.  He kept pulling me
closer, forcing me to put my knees on the seat on either side of him.
"Have a seat," he said as he pushed my thighs down.  My thighs lowered into
the bubbling water as I felt his cock at my boy pussy.  The frothy water
made it so I couldn't see below the waist of anyone in the hot tub, but his
cock seemed to know where it was going as it sunk into my previously
plugged pussy.  I moaned as my ass rested on his spread thighs.
	He thrust into me only a minute before I felt his cock spasm in my
hole and he let out a loud groan.  He raised my waist up to let his cock
flop out.  I went to move off him, but he held me in place as I felt
another cock take the place his had just been.  This one was longer and I
felt his head stretching deep into me, past where the plug had been.  I
leaned forward and placed my hands on the side of the tub, when I did, the
first man to fuck me started biting and sucking on my nipples through my
piss soaked shirt.  I rested my head on my arm as I continued to get pound
from behind like a dog.  It was only a few minutes before this man, too,
bred my bitch hole.  After this I was passed around to each guest.  Some
had me ride them, some bent me over the side of the hot tub, and one had me
lay on my back with just my head above water so he could lick my face while
he fucked me.  My pussy was filled with cum, the excess adding to the
frothy water.  I kept my hole clamped as much as I could, though, hoping to
keep a good share.  There were only three men that hadn't fucked me: Logan,
the youngest guest, and the old man that fed me his piss.
       Logan gestured that the young guest was next, so I waded through the
water to him and he leaned back, signaling for me to ride him.  He smirked
up at me, "Now to see how far that pussy stretches."  I still couldn't see
under the water, but when I straddled him I felt his cock head poking at my
hole.  It didn't slip in like the rest, though, his cock had grown to the
girth of one of the beer bottles I had served him.  Logan reached over the
side of the tub and pulled up a brown bottle I was beginning to recognize
all too well.  He opened it and held it under my nostrils, having me take
two deep hits in each nostril, holding them in for a few seconds before
breathing out.  When he pulled it away, my body felt like it was
overheating from the combination of the hot tub and the poppers, as well as
the intense lust within me.  The young man grabbed my shoulders, adjusted
his hips, then pulled me down full force on the thick, hairless cock.  My
cock started erupting right above the water line, squirting onto the young
chest and face in front of me.  I started riding the cock inside me,
milking out a spurt with every bounce until my body collapsed from the
orgasm.  Logan started chuckling as the young buck inside me thrust up into
me faster.  My spasming hole milked his cock as he deposited a ninth load
inside my already overflowing pussy.  The old man leaned over between our
bodies and started lapping up my college cum.  While he was bent over, out
of the corner of my eye, I saw the other men line up behind him.  One by
one, they pushed their soft cock head inside his ass, left it there a
minute, then pulled out, only to be replaced by the next one.
       "Since he broke the rules can I break them?"  The old man asked.
With a nod from Logan, he took my dick in his mouth and suck the dribbling
cum out of it.  While he did, I felt another warmth filling my bowels as
the young man sighed in relief.  I looked to Logan who was only wearing a
grin as he made a hand gesture to the other guests.  They picked me up and
carried me to one of the lounge chairs and laid me on my back while pulling
my legs above my head.  The old man straddled my head and lowered his body.
"I'm so happy he broke," he said as his ass met my mouth.
       "Since you broke the rules, slut, your punishment is two-fold.
First, you were going to get your choice of who to feed you your final piss
loads, instead Gary here gets the honors.  Second, you get your balls beat
until he is clean as a whistle.  Gary, the old man, grabbed my hands and
held them to his chest while the other men held my knees far apart.  As the
first paddle hit my balls, I screamed and a flood of piss from Gary's hole
entered my mouth before closing off.  "Hold on, guys, let's up the ante."
I couldn't see around Gary's body, but felt something enter my hole and
then the vibrations from earlier returned at their strongest setting.  "Let
me know when you're empty, Gary," Logan said as I felt another swat at my
balls.  Gary let only a trickle out as my balls continued to be battered.
I tried to suck it out in between screams but that would only get him to
clench completely closed.  Finally after nothing more came out, Gary stood
still for another three paddles, totaling twenty, before standing up.
       I looked down at my swollen balls before Logan flipped my body over,
pulled out the plug, and rammed his cock into my piss filled pussy.  He
lasted longer than the others, and while I felt piss dripping down my
thighs, a couple guests started emptying their bladders onto my back and
hair again.  When I was soaked once more, Logan announced he was breeding
the bitch and sank full hilt into me.  He kept it there a few minutes,
emptying his bladder once more to replace what he had fucked out of me.
After that, he stood up and threw my shorts at me.  "Get home, bitch.  I'll
send a copy of the tape to your Master, as well as each of the guests
tonight."  They all gathered their clothes and walked inside, leaving me
alone on the deck with the tiki torches burning down.  "Oh before you go,
don't forget this," Logan popped his head back out of the door.  He threw a
wad of bills at me and it landed on the floor at my feet.  "$10 per guest
was your Master's charge.  There's an extra 10 in there from Gary for
losing.  Make sure your Master gets it."  In shock, I grabbed my dried
shorts and pulled them over my hips.  I reeked of sex and piss and knew I
would smell it in my car for days to come.  And now I was a $10 whore on
top of it.
       Once I got home, I stripped down, made a pot of coffee and sent an
email to Sir.  It was a long, detailed account of the night's events.  I
knew he would see the tape, but I wanted to admit my transgression before
somebody else told him.  I apologized profusely, admitted I was a worthless
slut that disobeyed orders and would understand if he was done with me.  As
I drank the coffee, I felt the piss leak out of my pussy onto the chair and
floor.  Before going to bed, I licked it all up, this time able to savor
the flavor of the piss more, then went to bed.  I put the money in an
envelope and left it on top of the fridge.  I didn't know if Sir would
respond after what I had just done, but all I could do was get some rest
and hope for the best.  Before I drifted off to sleep, I got a text from
Logan.  He must have gotten it from Sir.  "Good times tonight, boy.  We
could use you on a weekly basis.  I'll check with your Master and let you
know."

I am honestly not sure what will be coming next.  I have some ideas but not
sure what you guys want to see.  I love to hear from my readers for
anything.  If you are a fellow sub and want to share your stories, a Dom
that wants to tell me what to do, or just a fan that has some ideas, feel
free to contact me.  Thank you for taking the time, Sirs!
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