Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2016 17:25:40 +0200
From: Marcus Byron <marcusbyron@gmx.net>
Subject: Marcus and his mistake - Part 2

Marcus and his mistake Ð part 2

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variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to
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Marcus had trouble sleeping all night. Mike was very clear in his
instructions: he'd either be there tonite at the same place and time,
rinsed, just in shorts, tank top and sneaks without socks and without
asking further questions. Or he'll start sharing their chat exchange with
Marcus pictures in them on social media. And make sure his name is
tagged. No discussion, no resistance, be there and do as told, or else.

How did he end up in this mess? He couldn't bear the thought od someone
finding out that he's secretly meeting strange guys outdoors to suck
them. He was distracted all day and was getting more nervous by the hour.

After work he rushed to his hotel, unscrewed the shower head and rinsed his
ass thoroughly. He always found that this act alone is deeply humiliating.
Sitting on a shower floor, shooting water up your ass and pressing it out
with shit and repeating it until it's totally clean. It took him 60 mins
and he was running late. He quickly dressed as told and rushed to a cab
around the corner.

When he arrived, Mike was already waiting at the lamppost, smoking and
again with a plastic bag in his hand. He looked at Marcus and threw his
cigarette away: ãYou're late. You better make up fort hat or I can't
guarantee that you're getting your credit card back. Follow behind me."
Marcus only nodded and did das told. His heart was pounding. They went the
same route as the day before. Again it was a hot summer night was a small
breeze. Mike stopped at the same spot as the night before and turned
around.

He took another plastic bag out of his pocket and gave it to Marcus: "Strip
and put your clothes in here." Marcus hesitated. That's when Mike slapped
him hard "If you want your credit card back you do as I say. Now, strip. I
don't have all night." Marcus, surprised by the strictness in voice and
also the slapping, slowly got out of his clothes and did them in the
bag. As soon as he was finished, Mike turned Marcus around, pulled his
hands behind his back and cuffed them. Then he put a collar on him and
pulled it real tight so it was harder to breath for Marcus. Then he knelt
in front of Marcus and started to put his' dick into some kind of plastic
device. Before Marcus could realize what it was his cock was locked in a
plastic cage. Mike held the key in front of Marcus face: "I bought some
nice equipment for you today. Or should I say, you bought it, as it was
paid with your credit card. If you want to unlock your cock again, you need
to satisfy me. No more bitching, no more complaining. You do as I say and
you better be good."

Marcus head was spinning. Mike pushed him down in front of him: "You need
to learn, and I'm going to teach you. But you better learn fast. Now, open
wide and stick out your tongue. A word of warning, if I feel your teeth,
you'll regret it."

Marcus did as he was told and Mike shoved his dick slowly but firm deep
inside until it was buried in his throat. He held his head firmly until
Marcus' gagreflex kicked in. "Breath slowly through your nose and try to
control it. And watch your teeth."

Marcus struggled to keep his gagreflex in control. Just in the moment when
he started to cough heavily and was about to puke, Mike pulled his dick
out. Whack, Mike slapped him hard left and right. "Show some effort.
Again. Open wide"

Marcus was confused and overwhelmed at the same time. But there was no time
to think. Whack, another hard slap. "I said: open wide". Now Marcus was
starting to panic. This was some serious shit. He realized that if he
didn't comply, it will get hurtful for him. So he started to focus,
concentrate. He opened wide, tongue out, made sure no teeth touched the
dick by covering them with his lips, breathing through the nose. It forced
him to be absolutely focused on Mike's demands. And it got better. He
didn't have to gag so much, so Mike started to fuck his throat faster.
Marcus wanted to pull away, but Mike was stronger and had his head in a
firm grip.

Marcus' lost focus as he grew tired from the rough fucking. WHACK! Another
hard slap. Now tears were running down Marcus cheeks. "Did I give you
permission to lose focus? I've only started. You said you like it rough,
well slut, that's what rough actually feels like. That's what you wanted,
right?"

This was much rougher and harder than Marcus had anticipated. He was in
shock. Here he was, outdoor, naked in collar, chains and his cock in cage,
his face in heat from slapping, a sore throat from fucking, tears running
down his cheeks and crazy dominant top looking down on him. WHACK! "I've
asked you a question. That's what you wanted, right?" Marcus cried: "No,
it's to rough, please let me go, Pleease."

Mike was grinning: "Always the same with you sissy boys. Looking for a
dominant top for a good time. And when it gets rough you're bitching. But
not this time. Open wide, I'm not even close yet" And with that he took
Marcus' hair in a firm grip and pulled him to his cock. It was painful as
hell. WHACK! "Open up, tongue out!" Marcus did as told and tried to focus
once more. Mike wasted no time and started to skullfuck him hard. "That's
it, oh that feels good. Watch your teeth" After a couple of minutes he just
gave in and let Mike use him the way he wanted to. No more resistance. Spit
was all over his face, his eyes, his nostrils. He had trouble breathing and
was getting less and less air. As he thought he would pass out Mike stopped
and pulled his cock out.

"See, that wasn't so bad, you're learning." As Mike was pulling Marcus
closer again, he started begging: "Please, give me break. I can't breath,
please." Mike looked at him. Grinning. Then he pushed him on the floor and
went behind him. He pushed Marcus Head in one of his own sneakers and
started to push his dick in asshole. With one big push he was inside.
Marcus panicked. He wasn't wearing a condom. "Please, don't, not without
condom." Mike stopped but kept his dick in his ass: "Relax, I'm not
shooting my cum inside you. But I was just about to piss down your throat,
and as you wanted a break I need another hole." And with that he started to
empty his bladder in Marcus ass. Marcus was panicking again. What was
happening to him? "No, no please stop, don't do this." Mike continued a
little then stopped.

Before he pulled his cock out he placed the plastic bag with Marcus clothes
under his ass. "You better keep your pussy tight, otherwise you'll wear my
piss on your way home tonite, buddy." Then he pulled his cock out. Marcus
kept his asshole tight. This was humiliating. Mike stood in front of him
and held his cock in front of his mouth. "Lick it clean" Marcus could smell
his own ass and the piss on the dick while trying to keep his filled
asshole closed. He begged: "Please don't make me do this." Mike started to
raise his hand and Marcus quickly responded: "No, please no more slapping,
I'll suck it."

"That's my boy, you're learning after all. So, as before, open wide and
tongue out." Marcus did as told, and Mike pushed his dick in. "Now suck it
clean, as it was your favorite Lollypop."

His mind was racing. He had the smell and taste of ass and piss in his
mouth, tried to keep his asshole tight but could already feel ho drops
we're leaking out and running down his legs. Just as he finished to lick it
clean and the taste was gone Mike started to piss again. First he realized
the liquid, then the pungent taste. He started gagging from the taste. He
hated piss! The thought alone of having piss in his mouth was
disgusting. He felt his vomit rising.

"Swallow. And this time all of it." He just couldn't. He started to cough,
but that made it worse. Piss was coming out of his nostrils. Because of
that Marcus lost control of his ass for a second and he could feel piss
shooting out on his clothed.

Mike didn't bother and continued to piss in Marcus mouth, pulled out and
continued pissing on his face, hair and pushed it back in his mouth
again. He couldn't see much as his eyes were stinging from piss as well.

Marcus was choking from the taste and smell. He couldn't see much as his
eyes were stinging from piss as well. This was stopped by Mike who pushed
his cock all the way down Marcus' throat until his nose was touching Mikes
pubes. And he continued to piss. Marcus coughed hard, piss was shooting out
from all holes, his ass, his mouth and nose. He didn't want to, but he
emptied the whole piss enema on his clothes. Mike started laughing. "Seems
like you're wearing my piss on your way home you stupid fuck."

He pulled his cock out, slowly stroked his cock and watched Marcus as he
tried to get control of his body again. "Look at you, now that's a pretty
picture. That's why I love outdoor dates. So much more you can do with
sluts like you. And show them, how sluts like you are meant to be
treated. At least, until they are trained for the house"

Marcus coughed and choked and vomited a little of Mikes piss. It took a
minute until Marcus looked up again. He couldn't see much, as it was dark,
only when cars passed by and shed some light for a second.: "Please let me
go. This is disgusting and too hard. I'll give you anything else, but
please don't do this to me. Pleeease, let me go."

"I'll tell you something: If you suck me good now, I'll let you go. And you
even get your credit card back. But I want to see and feel some serious
dedication. You'll even get some poppers. All I want to do is shoot my load
on your face. Ok?"

Marcus was exhausted; he was freezing cold from the piss, and just wanted
out. But he didn't had much alterative. Besides that, it sounded like there
was an end in sight. So he complied. "Ok"

"That's what I want to hear. Good boy. So, you do as I say. Here, some
Poppers, inhale deep. Yeah, that's good. Now, keep your eyes closed and
open wide, tongue out."

Marcus did as told but all of a sudden he felt and smelled piss again on
his face and in his mouth.

"I just need to finish my piss." And even though his eyes were closed he
could see flashes. As Mike was pissing on his eyes, he couldn't open
them. "That's it. Good boy." Then he felt Mikes cock enter his mouth again,
but this time it didn't take long until Mike's breathing got heavier and he
pulled his cock out "Keep your eyes closed, boy" and he came all over his
eyes and face. Again, he saw flashes. "Good boy, that's it. That's how I
like it."

He could hear how Mike pulled up his trousers. "Thanks boy. You have
potential. I'll put your credit card in the bag to your clothes."

Marcus could hear him nestling with the plastic bag. Then he was
uncuffed. Marcus wiped the cum and piss from his eyes, but couldn't see
much as they were burning. He tried to open them he but had trouble seeing,
as it was also pretty dark.

After a couple of minutes he saw the bag with his clothes and as promised
with his credit card. He looked around for Mike, but he was nowhere to be
seen. Seems like he just left Marcus covered in his piss and cum and went
home. Marcus just thought to him self "Asshole", took the cuffs from his
arms and the collar from his neck. Just as he wanted to remove the cock
cage he realized that he doesn't had the key for it. He looked in the bag
and searched the floor with his phone-light. If somebody could have seen
him. Pissed, full of cum, spit, tears, destroyed face and naked crawling on
the forrest ground looking for a small key with a phone light. He hated
himself so hard at that moment.

He couldn't find it, so he went online to write to Mike. "Where did you put
the key to the cock cage, I can't find it." While waiting for an answer he
got dressed and searched some more. 5 min later Mike answered: "The key is
with me, as it should be. You're training has just begun. Soon you're going
to enjoy it. By the way: you're a natural in front of the camera."

And attached were photos from Marcus, cuffed and in collar, drenched in
yellow piss, eyes closed and mouth wide open, As if he would enjoy it.

There he stood. Pissdrenched, cold, exhausted and half naked in the middle
of a forrest. Face only lit by the light of his phone. His heart was
sinking. He felt like he could faint any minute. Mike had him in his
hands. And there was nothing he could do about it.

To be continued.

Thanks for reading. If you have any comments please let me know. I'd like
to continue on the story. marcusbyron@gmx.net