Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2008 13:43:47 -0400 From: Neal Down <boysub33@hotmail.com> Subject: I Like Hitting You - Part 7 The following is purely a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years of age and above, and any resemblance to a real person is purely a coincidence. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or situations, or if you live in a place where reading such material is illegal, discontinue reading immediately, and think about moving to a place that values personal freedom. Please do not reprint without my approval. Copyright 2008. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. In the real world, there's a deadly virus called HIV. It can be contracted through unprotected sex. These characters are not real, but you are, so please protect yourself with condoms. Please feel free to e-mail BoySub33@Hotmail.com with any feedback or criticism. I Like Hitting You - Part 7 I have had my ass beaten by hand, belt, flogger, paddle and even wire hanger by some very strong, very aggressive young men, but the paddling I was now taking was far more painful. I am absolutely petrified any time my Master reaches for a wire hanger to discipline me, knowing that I'm going to really feel it, but this frat boy, whose name I didn't even know, was whacking my ass harder than anything I've ever felt, swinging the paddle like a pro tennis player. I was able to endure the first twenty smacks, with my new tormentor making me count out each hit and ask him for another, but by the 24th hit, I lost it and started crying and babbling like a little baby. My Master was never able to get me to cry when he spanked me, but this was a totally different experience. I trusted my Master implicitly, but these guys were strangers, and I was truly at their mercies. The frat boy who was paddling my ass took a break and walked over in front of me. He grabbed me roughly by a handful of my hair. "You stupid little faggot, I told you to count `em out," he screamed into my tear-stained face. The guy was pulling my head up so hard that the handcuffs seemed to be cutting into my wrists as he made me look up into his face. "What do you have to say for yourself, bitch." "I'm sorry Sir," I whimpered, as he let go of my hair. "Yeah, you are a sorry little bitch, boy, and we're going to have a little fun with you tonight you fucking faggot little sissy. I'm going to give you a choice here," he said as he pulled his wide leather belt out of the loops in his pants. "Do you want to get hit in the ass with my belt, or some big hard frat cock in your ass?" I didn't want to anger this stud at all, so I was hesitant to answer either way. "I want whatever will please you and your friends, Sir" I said softly. "If you choose to give me the honor of being your fuckhole, please do so with a condom, as my Master ordered me to take cock up my ass in that manner only." He started laughing, as did his two buddies, who were sitting behind me. "So let me get this straight. You're a slave boy of some little faggot, huh Pussyboy," he asked, chuckling. "No, Sir, he's not little and he's not a faggot," I blurted, defensively. He then moved quickly behind me and whacked be with the belt a half dozen times. "If I say he's a faggot, he's a faggot. You got that." he yelled at me, as I whimpered from the belting. "He's a straight guy who allows me to serve me because I'm inferior to him in every way," I said softly. "He's a superior male, just like you and your frat brothers, and I'm honored to obey and serve him, just as I am to serve you men." Brad began laughing behind me. "He's a flat out bitch boy, Vince. When he gave me a ride here, he told me how he's the slave of this straight boxer dude, and he does whatever the fuck the guy wants," Brad said. "This fucking bitch was shopping for a French maid's uniform when I saw him at my store." Vince walked back in front of me, and started unzipping his jeans. He was shirtless, and his tanned body rippled with muscles. He grabbed my chin roughly, and stuffed two strong fingers into my mouth. Vince then said, "my cousin was telling me about some fag who hangs around his gym, offering up blowjobs to the guys who train there. He said he used the fag's mouth one day in the locker room, after the guy took a beating in front of him from the dude who runs the gym. Was that you, faggot." I shut my eyes and nodded my head slightly, while sucking on his fingers lightly. Vince then laughed and took out his big, thick, cut cock, which was rock hard. "So this cock should look familiar to you faggot. The men in my family all have big Italian sausages." "Yes Sir," I mumbled while slurping on his fingers, which he roughly pushed in and out of my mouth. "From what my cousin Ryan tells me, your master is a bad ass mother fucker. Does he know his bitch is out trolling for frat cock," he asked while taking his fingers out of my mouth. "Yes Sir, he is allowing me to serve superior men tonight as a reward for being an obedient bitch. He said that as long as they used a condom while fucking my pussy ass, they could do whatever they wanted with me," I answered. "Well why don't you warm up on this big dick with those cocksucking lips, faggot, then I'll fuck you like the tramp whore that you are." Vince stuffed his big hard cock right down into my throat, choking me, and began to saw his ramrod stiff cock in and out of my throat. "Craig, come over here and get some of this sweet mouth pussy, "cuz I'm going to fuck her sweet little ass now," The blond haired stud already had his pants and shorts off, and stood in front of me in just a tight tee shirt, his cock hard against his stomach. "Sounds like a good idea, Vinny," Craig said as he pointed his cock down toward my lips, presenting it to me. Vince grabbed a condom out of a big bowl and walked behind me. "Take your cock out of the bitch's mouth for a sec, Craig, "cuz I want to warm his ass up a bit before fucking it." Craig pulled his cock out, and pushed his balls into my face as I felt the paddle crack against my ass in rapid succession. Vince must have tapped my poor ass twenty times in a half minute with the frat paddle, and then reared back and hit me the hardest he had all night. He then pushed the top of the paddle into the crack of my ass, and asked "frat paddle or frat cock, faggot, which one do you want?" "Frat cock, Sir," I cried out. "Please fuck my pussy ass with your big frat cock, Sir." Craig stuffed his pulsing cock back into my mouth, as Vince roughly stuffed a container of lube between my ass cheeks and squeezed it, lubing up my hole. He put his palms on my battered ass cheeks and pushed down roughly, forcing me hard onto the bench, and opening up my ass. Vince then shoved his big cock into me, stopping once the big head of his dick was fully inside me. "Brad, get a good shot of the faggot's face when I bottom out in his hole," Vince said. They were videotaping me. Craig took his cock out of my mouth momentarily, and Vince stuffed his cock all the way into my ass. I screamed loudly as the third big cock invaded my formerly virgin ass that day. Vince, Craig and Brad all laughed as Craig again stuffed his cock into my now wide open mouth, as I groaned from the rough fucking from Vince behind me. Like his cousin Ryan, Vince fucked me long and hard, pulling his big cock almost all the way out of my hole, and then thrusting down hard into me all the way. Craig squeezed the sides of my head and busted a big load of cum into my mouth, with me gulping most of it down while groaning from the rough fuck. He gave my face a quick and hard backhand as some of his sperm dripped down my chin. "You swallow everything we give you to swallow, faggot," he said. I shook off the slap and meekly said "Yes, Sir." Brad handed the camcorder to Craig and stood back in front of me. He forced my face into his big balls, and then started slapping his hard cock across my face. Vince reached under me and grabbed my chest, working my nipples like I was a woman, as his strong body rested hard upon my back, his cock entirely inside me, when he began ejaculating. "You tight assed little bitch, oh yeah, bitch I'm cumming," Vince grunted into my ear. His strong body was forcing me into the leather bench and I lost it too, me tightening around his cock as I came. After laying on me for a few minutes, Vince got up. "That's some real fuckable ass there, boys," he said as he laid a hard open handed slap on my right ass cheek. Let's do a couple of shots before round two. Brad put his cock back into my mouth and has me suck on it lightly as Craig handed him the camcorder and went over to the bar. "Look up at the camera, fuckboy," Brad said. Brad scanned the camera over the top of my body, and then handed it to Vince, who was standing behind me. "Get a good video of the bitch's fuckhole Vinny. Let's see how wide we can gape this bitch tonight,' Brad said while fucking my mouth. "I think my big cock did a good job already," said Vince, chuckling. Brad pulled his cock out of my mouth and stepped away from me as Craig walked in front of me, holding a bottle of Two Fingers tequila in one hand and Patron in the other. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth, faggot," Craig said to me as he poured the cheap liquor into my mouth. "Spill any and I'm going to beat your fag ass some more." The three frat boys were taking shots off the Patron bottle, and every round Craig would pour a big shot of the cheap tequila into my mouth. Brad set up the camera on a tripod at the side of me, and grabbed a condom out of a basket on the bar and stepped behind me. Craig stood in front of me and rested the head of his cock into my mouth, while pouring more liquor into me. Brad entered my ass as I heard a bunch of new voices behind me. My head began spinning because of the tequila, and I moaned sluttily as Brad fucked me hard. The blindfold was placed back over my eyes, and a cock was presented to my lips for sucking. As it grew in my mouth, Brad grunted loudly as he finished off inside me. This new guy was intent of punishing my mouth with his cock, stuffing it into my cheek and holding my nose shut with his thumb and forefinger. Another guy stepped behind me and grabbed my hips, propping my ass up off the bench, as he rubbed his cock against my crack. The guy mouthfucking me began shooting cum down my throat, calling me a faggot bitch as he came. The guy behind me stopped rubbing my ass with his cock, and I then felt the belt slam into my sore butt again. "Brad, I want to stop now, Brad, please, I want to stop," I cried, drunkenly. My head was spinning, my ass was on fire from the spanking, and my insides were burning from the rough fucks. "We'll stop when we're done with you, bitch," Brad said. "Beat his ass some more and maybe he'll realize that he has no say here." The belt began slamming into my ass again, as a heavy cock was slapping my face. The guy behind me pushed his big cock inside me, and the one in front of me did the same into my mouth. The man fucking me was big, and I thought that Vince was fucking me again when I heard his voice in front of me. "Make sure that video doesn't get my face in it, Brad," Vince said as he stuffed his cock into my throat. "Don't worry guys, no one's face will be in the video except for pussyboy here," said Brad. The guy behind me was really slamming his big cock into me. He then said "This is the third time I got some ass today, Cuz." He was slapping my ass cheek as he fucked me hard. "Once with this hot girl on my buddy's boat, and once this morning when I fucked this faggot the first time." It was Ryan. "Thanks for texting me, Vinny. Me and my crew had no luck at the club tonight. Those stupid bitches were all saying that we were players, and they didn't want to get played." "No problem, Cuz, I can't believe this is the same bitch boy you told me about. Small world," Vince said as I sucked hungrily on his big cock. I had been starting to panic a bit, but knowing that Ryan was there really calmed me down, and I began to get really turned on, bucking my hips up toward Ryan as he fucked me. "Yeah, she's hot for me, dude. This morning she begged me to take a piss in her mouth," said Ryan. Everybody began laughing, and Vince started fucking my mouth in earnest, his hard cock swelling up in my throat. He began pouring cum into my throat, grunting "Yeah, faggot, take my load you little bitch." Ryan then slammed his cock deeply into me and came. "Fuck yeah, this bitch boy really knows how to work a man's cock," Ryan shouted. He reached over and pulled off the blindfold, and moved in front of me, nudging his cousin to the side. "Watch this, dude," Ryan said, as he rolled the spunk filled condom off his cock. "Open," he said, and I opened my mouth wide as Ryan dropped the rubber into my mouth. Everyone laughed again, as I sucked on the used rubber. Everyone did another shot of Patron, and Ryan went to give me some, but Craig handed him the bottle of Two Fingers. "We don't waste the good booze on the bitches, bro," Craig said, chuckling. Ryan took a swig of the Patron, and poured some of the cheap tequila into my mouth. He grabbed a trash bucket and placed it in front of me. "If you're done feasting on my cum, fag, you have permission to spit that rubber out," Ryan said to me. I spit the rubber out, and he poured another shot into my mouth as another guy thrust his dick into my ass. Vince motioned with his hand and a young, short guy walked in front of me, dressed in cargo shorts and a wifebeater. "This is Tripod," Vince told me. "He's the only guy from the last pledge class living here this summer. He always gets to go last in our gang bangs, for some reason." The kid, who looked about 18, pulled the wifebeater over his head, exposing a hard, tight, smooth body and rippling abs. "Show this faggot why we named you Tripod, bro," Vince said. The kid undid his belt and let his cargo shorts fall to the floor, displaying an obscenely huge bulge in his boxer briefs. I looked up into his face and gasped, as did the guy behind me who was fucking me. Tripod pulled down his briefs and his huge cock popped up hard, slapping me in my chin. He placed both of his hands on his cock, covering only two thirds if it. That monster cock must have been 11 inches long, and so thick that the kid's hands don't fit around it. Vince told me to open up, and the young guy stuffed his big cock into my mouth. He was very drunk, and began fucking my throat hard, pushing most of his big dick into me. The guy behind me began fucking my ass frantically, and came hard. Craig came over to me and began rubbing his cock on the side of my face as Tripod sodomized my throat, with me gagging, tears running down from my eyes. Fully hard, Craig opened up a condom and rolled it over his dick, and walked behind me and slammed into my ass all the way. The blond haired frat boy began grunting "You fuckin' faggot, take our big cocks," as Tripod continued to throat fuck me. Tripod leaned over me and whispered into my ear "I never cum from a blowjob. Can you get me off with your mouth?" I mumbled "Yes." Tripod pulling his huge cock out of my mouth. I asked "Can you please uncuff my hands, so I can use them on his monster cock?" Brad laughed, and looked over to Vince, who nodded. Brad uncuffed both my hands and feet, and Craig spread out my legs and slammed into my ass rapidly until he shot his load. I slowly rose off the bench, and sat down aside it, with the back of my head resting on the base of the bench. My ass stung from the cold floor, and my body ached in that position, but all I wanted to do right then was get that sexy little guy with a huge cock to feel the pleasure of unloading in an eager and willing mouth from a blowjob. I motioned for the guy to stand over me, and I asked him to fuck my mouth. Tripod stepped over me, one leg on each side of me, and stuffed his cock into my open mouth. I reached up and grabbed his ass, and began pushing his hips toward me taking about nine inches of his thick cock down my throat. The guys were encouraging him to fuck my mouth, and the kid didn't disappoint, slamming his thick pole down my throat over and over again. I reached under his balls and massaged his prostate as he fucked my mouth urgently over and over again. After about five minutes of heavy mouth fucking, he got off me and ordered me to lie on the floor. Tripod sat up on my chest and presented his balls for licking. I worked my tongue under his balls frantically as he stroked his huge cock right in my face. Tripod then rested his hands over me on the floor, and got into push up position over me. "Open your mouth all the way," he said, and as soon as I did he stuffed his cock right down my throat. He slammed his cock in and out of my mouth over and over again, slamming my head against the concrete floor, until he finally shot an incredible load into my throat and mouth. "You fucking cocksucking faggot, take my babies," he yelled as he dumped his load into me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and stood up over me, his huge cock pulsing and wet with my spit, a huge grin on his boyish face. "Cocksucker, that was awesome. As a reward, why don't you get your ass back on the bench, and I'll throw your faggot ass a fuck you'll never forget."