Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2009 10:27:13 -0500
From: James Lee <jamieontop@gmail.com>
Subject: navy bitch 4

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From Part 3:

I took Jo's leash in one hand as we walked down the halls, pulling and
twisting his nipples while we walked back to our room.  "So, how was it,
bitch boy?"

He shrugged, but smiled. "My pussy's sore, sir.  Those two were kinda
rough.  The blow jobs weren't bad."

"You know it's about to get rougher, right?"

He smiled at me and said, "As long as it's you, sir, I don't care how rough
it gets."

I looked at him, twisting his nips so hard that he yelped, then smacked his
ass hard, and said, "Be careful what you wish for, my little navy bitch."

Part 4:

As you might imagine, we collected another crowd as we walked down the dim
corridors, me leading a hot, young, muscled stud on a leash.

I turned into an open area in the corridor and told him to kneel.  I
pointed to a hot older guy in the crowd and asked him if he wanted a
blowjob.

"Fuck, yeah."

So I told him to come up and stand in front of Jo, who immediately sucked
him into his hot wet mouth.  Jo held on to the man's cock, stroking most of
it, holding just the head in his mouth until it got hard.  Then he started
sucking up and down.  Every once in a while, he looked over at me and
rolled his eyes.  Apparently this guy, who had a belly on him, was not to
Jo's liking.  I would deal with that later.  It was up to my bitches to do
what they're told, not to make value judgments about their jobs or to feel
superior to real men just because they were in better physical shape.
After all, who was the bitch?  When the guy started to cum, Jo took his
cock out of his mouth and jacked it, subtly turning his head so the cum
splashed to the side and not on his face.

Now, the guy was moaning, "Fuck, I'm cumming, fuuuuccckkk!" and not
complaining at all.  Honestly, I guess a forty- or fifty-year-old
overweight guy rarely gets a 21-year-old ripped stud to suck him, so he was
probably happy with whatever he could get.  However, when Jo was treating
him like that, he was basically disrespecting me.  A bitch's job is to
treat whoever he's doing like his own master unless he's told otherwise.
Jo would have to learn a lesson.

After the guy finished cumming, Jo let go of his cock and stood up.  What
the fuck?  Standing up without permission?  What if I was gonna have him
suck somebody else?  This cocky bitch needed taking down a peg.  Maybe it
was partly my fault for being so nice to him before, but he should know
better than to pull this shit.

Jo handed me his leash, licked his lips seductively at me, and said, "Let's
go back to our room, sir, and I'll make you verrrrry happy."  And then he
winked at me.  I repeat, What the fuck?!?

I grabbed his leash, pissed, and gave it a hard jerk as I started down the
corridor.  I was trying to remember what belt I had worn in my pants that
day and how badly I could make it hurt when I whipped this smart-ass little
bitch behind me.

We were walking past a room on the way to Jo's ass-whipping (although he
apparently didn't realize what was going to happen--idiot), when a
thirty-something guy in the doorway spoke up.

"Hey, dude, if you wanna come into my room, it's the dungeon room.  It's
got a sling, a cross, and a fuck-bench in it."

I thought for a second and decided to take him up on his offer.  This would
be a lot better than a belt on the ass while the bitch was bent over the
bed.  I told him to leave the door open, though, in case other men wanted
to come watch or play.  He smiled and said sure.  There was a hot boy in
the sling already.  He was in his early twenties with long blond hair
hanging down, a thin goatee, and cum all over his face and beard.  His dick
was a big one, about 8 inches long and locked in a gates of hell, so though
it was really plump, it wasn't exactly hard.  His ball sack was really big
and swollen, so clearly his dom had not let him cum in a long time.  Such a
fucking waste to have such a big cock on a total cunt.  The bitch's eyes
were closed as he lay in the sling.  His wrists and ankles were tied to the
sling chains with cable ties that might have come from Home Depot.  Very
clever, actually.  Much cheaper than wrist and ankle cuffs, though
obviously not as classy looking.  There was cum smeared all over the boy's
shaved pubic area as well as his face, so he'd obviously been very well
used.

The man said, "You're welcome to use my slave, though with a hot boy like
you've got, I don't suppose you need to."  I thanked him but said, no, Jo
was getting my attention tonight.

I pointed to the St. Andrew's cross and snapped my fingers.  Jo stood in
front of it, moving his arms and legs to the appropriately spread
positions.  The cross had straps nailed to it for attaching a bitch, so I
told Jo to fasten his legs, and then I came and fastened his arms.  His
cock was hard again, sticking out from his body as he was strapped to the
cross.  He was looking around as though trying to decide who was going to
suck him.  Holy fuck, this boy was clueless.  He apparently had no idea
what the cross was for.  But he was going to learn.

Once Jo was attached, I looked around the room to see what toys the other
dom had brought.  Sure enough, there was a small flogger.  I picked it up.
"May I?" I asked.  He smiled and said to help myself to anything in the
room I wanted.  As I gave it a few practice strokes against the bench, he
licked his lips and moved closer to Jo.

I stepped up close to Jo and stared hard at his face.  Then I slugged him
in the stomach, hard enough that he would have doubled over if his arms
hadn't been tied. As he tried to talk I said, "No" and hit him again in the
stomach.  The look on his face was shock mixed with pain.

In a low, cold voice, I said, "Now, you fucking cunt, you listen to me.
You have been cocky ever since the steam room.  You were fucking rude to
the guy I told you to suck in the hallway.  I don't give a fuck if he was
older than you like or overweight.  When I tell you to do a guy, you do him
just like he was me unless I tell you otherwise.  When you don't, you're
not only dissing him, you're disrespecting me.  And I will not tolerate a
fucking bitch who thinks he's such hot shit that *he* can decide what he'll
do and how he'll do it.  Is that fucking clear?"

His whole body was trembling from the shock and perhaps mortification.
"Sir!" he gasped.

"Sir, please sir, I'm so sorry sir.  I was a shit to that guy in the
hallway, sir, but I promise I meant no disrespect to you, sir.  Please, I
would never do that, sir, you've been so good to me, training me, teaching
me, taking me in as your bitch.  Please, sir, please believe me."  There
was urgency in his voice.  He strained at the bindings as he spoke as
though he wanted to get loose to drop at my feet.

"I would like to believe you, boy," I told him honestly.  "But," and my
voice got colder, "I don't know that I do.  You obviously thought you were
hot shit with all those guys wanting a piece of you in there.  And then you
took it on yourself to decide how to serve the man I told you to suck in
the hallway.  And you smirked about it, for fuck's sake."  And my voice got
even colder and lower.  "I am *very* disappointed in you, shithead.  That
is *not* the way any bitch of mine operates."

SWAT.  The flogger landed on Jo's abdomen, leaving several nice red marks.
He moaned.  SWAT.  This time on his chest.  I methodically went up and down
his body from his shoulders to his thighs, covering every inch of that
tightly muscled body with red.  Jo start yelping when the strokes started
landing places I'd already hit.  It got loud after a bit.  I almost gagged
him except that the audience clearly thought the cries were hot.  A couple
of times, I made sure the flogger landed right on his dick and balls.  He
screamed when that happened.

With one last stroke to his dick, I tossed the flogger aside and watched
him as the echoes of the last scream died away, replaced by panting and
sobbing. His body was trembling and red all over.  He was straining hard
against the restraints but reflexively, I think.  He had a crazed look in
his eyes, and I don't think he completely knew where he was or why he was
in such pain.

When the trembling subsided and the wild look faded from his eyes, I
stepped closer to him.  He looked at me with a look I couldn't completely
interpret, though I think it was a combination of lust and fear and shame.
When he was able to get his breathing back to normal, I asked him if he was
ok.  I have to give him credit because he didn't say anything stupid like,
"No, I hurt like fuck! What do you expect?"  He just nodded and said,
"Yessir, I'm ok, sir."

I nodded, too.  There was total silence in the dungeon.  I glanced around,
and there were probably eight other guys in there, who had watched me whip
my bitch and listened to him moan and scream.  They were mostly hard or
half hard and playing with their dicks.  One guy had sunk to his knees and
was sucking off a hot dark-haired guy with a buzz who looked like he might
have been in the armed forces himself.  He was big and chiseled, and it
looked like he might have had an 8" cock disappearing down the throat of
his cocksucker.  He was staring intently at Jo, almost not paying attention
to the blowjob he was getting.

I looked back at Jo. Still silence.  I finally said, "So, do you get the
point?"

He shuddered again, but this time he didn't pull against the restraints.
His whole front from his shoulders to his knees was red.  There were even
welts in a couple of places on his abs.  "Yes, sir."

"What was the point?" I asked him quietly.

"You are the master, sir, and I am the bitch.  My job is to obey you.  I am
not to question your orders or carry them out in a half-assed way just
because I don't like them.  If I do, you will punish me bad, sir."  He
paused, then added, "And I'll deserve it."

"Yes, you will.  I suppose, bitch, this was partly my fault for being so
easy on you earlier.  You might have gotten the idea that we're friends,
equals even.  But we're not.  You're the bitch, and I'm the boss.  We can
be happy with one another as long as you're completely obedient, but don't
ever mistake that for equality.  If you want friends, find them back on
base.  When you're with me..." my voice trailed off.

"I'm your bitch, sir," he said in a surprisingly strong voice, considering
he'd been screaming in pain a few minutes ago.

More silence.  "Yes, you are.  Do you know what that means, boy?" I asked,
more gently than before.

"Yessir, I do, sir.  I did before, sir, but you're right.  I got cocky with
all those hot men around me, wanting me, lusting after me.  I forgot my
place, sir.  I'm your bitch, sir, and I'm lucky to have you as my master."

More silence.  "Yes, boy, you are, but I wonder if you really believe
that."  He started to answer, but I shook my head.  He kept quiet.  I
walked around him, thinking.  He kept silent.  The only sounds in the room
were slurping from the guy sucking off the stud and the slap of flesh on
flesh from fists jerking up and down hard cocks.

I finally spoke.  "OK, bitchboy, here's the deal.  If I ever have to
discipline you that badly again, you are in serious trouble.  Is that
clear?"

"Yessir."

"You will spend the rest of the weekend proving to me that you truly
understand what it means to be my bitch and that you *want* to be my
bitch."

"Yessir."

"If you fuck up that badly again, I will give you another whipping that
makes this one look like a nice swim in the lake.  Clear?"

He gasped but then got control immediately.  "Yessir.  I will be a good
bitch, sir.  You'll see."

I just looked at him. "And what does being a good bitch involve, cunt?"

"It means being obedient, sir.  Knowing my place, sir.  Making sure you can
tell by my actions that I know I am your bitch, sir, and that being your
bitch is the most important thing in the world to me, sir."

There was more silence.

"That was a good answer, boy.  We'll see if you mean it."  He was smart
enough to say nothing.

More silence except for slurping and fisting noises.  I pointed to a guy
who was licking his lips while he was jacking his dick.

 "Get him down," I said.  The guy did, and Jo immediately knelt at my feet.
He kissed the top of each foot.  I let him stay there in his submissive
position, eyes on the ground, hands behind his back, legs spread.

The muscle stud shoved his cocksucker off and walked over to me, his dick
flopping as he walked.  And fuck, it was at least 8 inches.  When he came
up, he stood in front of me, with Jo between us.

"That was very impressive, sir," he said in a quiet voice.  I thanked him,
wondering what he wanted.  He was standing at ease, hands behind his back,
legs spread.  Not exactly submissive because he was looking me in the eyes,
but not aggressive either.  And he was looking at me intently.  I stared
back, and then it came to me.  He was the muscle stud in the steam room
who'd been fucking Jo's mouth earlier this evening.  He must have seen the
recognition flare in my eyes, because he smiled briefly before getting
serious again.

"Is that bitch in the navy, sir?"

"Yep."

"Do you like men in the services, sir?"

"I like boys who are obedient, is what I like" I answered after a pause.

He stood there a second, then dropped to his knees and looked down at the
ground.  "Would you take me as your boy, sir?"

What the fuck?!?  It just shows, you should never make judgments based on
stereotypes.  This muscled guy was about 6 ft tall, almost 200 pounds of
pure muscle.  He had an eight and a half inch dick that every bottom in the
room wanted to be riding, and he was kneeling in front of me.

I stepped around Jo and up to the stud.  "What's your name, boy?"

"Carter, sir."

"And you're in the navy, too?"

"I was, sir.  Now I'm a wrestler at Northwestern, sir."

I grabbed his chin in my hand and raised it up.  He looked squarely in my
eyes, not flinching from my gaze, but not aggressively, either.  Not really
the gaze of a bitch, but...

"And you want to be the bitch of an older, slightly overweight man, why?"

He grinned briefly.  "You're old enough to know what you want and how to
take it, sir.  You're strong and in good shape for a man your age, if I may
say so, sir."  And he grinned again before sobering quickly.  "If that's
inappropriate, sir, I know you'll make sure I don't say it again.  I admire
the way you treated your bitch, sir.  I've been watching the two of you
ever since the steam room.  I know you'll be fair to me sir, even kind, as
long as I am obedient and a good bitch to you, sir.  You will protect me
and take care of me, and all I have to do in return is obey you, sir.  You
clearly know a lot and can teach me a lot if you will, sir.  Anyone would
love to be your bitch, sir."

And he fell silent.

"Well, this one," I said drily, pointing to Jo, "didn't seem to share your
opinion about my wonderfulness."

The stud grinned briefly again.  "He's a kid, sir.  He didn't know any
better.  I think he does now, though."

I looked at Jo.  "You're not going to be stupid enough to whine or pout if
I take on another boy, are you?"

He stayed looking down at the ground.  "Of course not, sir."

I stayed quiet another few seconds, looking at the two studs kneeling in
front of me.  "Alright, boys, back to the room.  Carter, you take Jo's
leash."


"Thanks for the use of your room," I told the room's owner.  He grinned and
told me he hoped we'd be back.  "If you wanna come fuck the young bitch to
get paid for the use of your stuff," I told him, "be my guest."  He smiled
even more broadly and said he'd definitely see us later.

The whole time, the slave in the sling never moved or spoke.  I don't know
if he was passed out, stoned, or just very passive.  I glanced at him as we
left, and some of the cum that had been slick and wet when we came in was
drying in streaks and clumps on his body.  His owner saw my glance and
said, "You sure you don't want him?  You can have him if you do."

"Nah, no offence, but I'm not into cumsluts like that."

"None taken.  I don't usually whore him out like this, but he'd been
getting cocky recently.  So instead of whipping him this time, I decided to
show him what his life could be like if I whored him out to anyone who
wanted him.  I think he's gotten the point. His mouth is sore, his cunt is
puffy, and he's been slapped around by a lot of the rougher guys who fucked
him.  When he comes to, I think he'll be a better bitch."

I shook my head as I walked out, Jo walking very obediently behind Carter
on the leash, with his hands crossed behind his back, his face looking down
at the ground.  Apparently, the whipping had gotten his attention.

We got back to the room, and I snapped my fingers again, pointing at the
floor.  Both boys knelt in submissive position, eyes on the ground, hands
behind their backs, legs spread.  The thinner muscle stud was still red all
over his front from the whipping, though the welts seemed to have gone
down; the older, sturdier one just looked hot as fuck kneeling there.

I stroked my dick a few times and then slapped Carter's face with it.  He
opened his mouth and started to suck me.  As he worked up and down my dick,
his own shaft quickly got hard again.  I told Jo to get up on the bed, and
he scrambled to obey.  I put Carter on top of him and told them to 69.

That was sexy, both my boys going after each other's cocks.  The slurping
noises were hot, and I leisurely fisted my dick while they sucked each
other.  Jo had a hand around the base of Carter's big dick since he clearly
couldn't take eight plus inches in his mouth.  Carter seemed to be able to
deepthroat just fine, and Jo (in spite of the pain from his whipping) was
moaning with pleasure around the cock in his own throat.

I grabbed Jo's ankles and pulled him down toward the foot of the bed.
Carter, of course, came with him.  I told Carter to get off the bed and
kneel for me.  He did so immediately and started sucking my cock.  I let
him get me rock hard before I pushed him away and told him to get the lube.
He did, and lubed up Jo's cunt for me, holding the boy's legs back over his
chest to get easy access to that navy pussy. While he was doing that, I was
putting on a Magnum and lubing up my sheathed cock, gently stroking it.
Once the bitch was lubed, I pulled him down farther to me, threw his legs
over my shoulders, and put the head of my cock at his cunt.  I pushed
slowly but steadily in.  Jo groaned and thrashed his arms on the bed but
didn't say anything.

Once I was all the way in, I immediately started fucking him.  Every few
strokes, I'd slap his red abs smartly, just to remind him that I wasn't
just his top but his dom.  Every time I did, he groaned.  Meanwhile,
without being asked, Carter had gotten behind me, spread my asscheeks, and
was rimming me while I fucked the navy bitch.  Wow.  I'm not a huge fan of
rim jobs in general, but let me tell you that one while you're fucking a
guy is hot as shit.  Wow.

I was going deep into the navy bitch with every stroke and enjoying the
sense of power of having this hot kid on his back with his legs spread for
me, taking my fuck with every thrust, moaning for my dick: "Oh, sir, fuck
me, sir, fuck your little slut, fuck my bitch cunt!"  I pulled his hips
farther forward and rolled my navy bitch back on his shoulders.  Leaning
forward, my cock was pounding nearly straight down into that hot cunt.
Every few strokes, I still slapped his abs hard, alternating that with
twisting his nips, drawing moans of pain every time I twisted his hot
boytits.  As my position changed to drive straight down into my rolled-up
navy fucktoy, my other bitch couldn't do much rimming any more.  I told him
to come up to the side of the bed and feed his cock to the bitch I was
fucking so hard.  He came up quickly, and his long prick was still hard
from the earlier 69 with Jo and the stimulation of rimming me.  He fed his
thick dick into Jo's mouth, wide open from moaning with that mixture of
pain and lust I was so good at eliciting.  Only about half of it would fit,
but he worked that half in and out of my navy bitch's other hole.  I kept
fucking the one I was in, going in and out, all the way to the root every
time.  The bitch's cock was rock hard and wet with precum.

At one point, he tried to reach down and jerk himself, but I twisted his
nipples hard to get his attention and said, "Don't be stupid, boy."  He
moved his arm back to the side of the bed, where it (and the other one)
thrashed helplessly in lust every time I fucked past the boyclit buried
deep in that hot navy cunt.  As I kept fucking, Jo's cock throbbed more and
more with every thrust, and his pussy kept clamping down on my fuckrod as
it worked in and out, hard and deep on every thrust.  Carter, meanwhile,
was basically fucking the bitch's mouth because Jo wasn't really coherent
enough to provide much positive sucking action.  My navy bitch was now just
a fucktoy, with two studs making use of his two holes.  He was such a cunt,
however, that he was getting off on every stroke, getting closer and closer
to cumming as I kept fucking him.

Finally, he gagged on Carter's cock and then his dick started spewing
boycum all over his abs and chest, with one shot going up and hitting him
on the side of the face!  What a cum!  And all without his touching his
boidick, fucked out of him just like a pussy.  Hot as fuck to watch, not to
mention the awesome feeling of his cunt contracting powerfully around my
cock with every spasm of the bitch's own boidick.  Wild!

I told Carter to pull out and to lick all the cum off the little bitch.  I
moved back and pulled my rock-hard cock out of his relaxing pussy, earning
a long "Oooohhhh" as I slipped all the way out.  The bitch was missing his
master's cock already lol.

I let his legs fall down off the end of the bed as Carter cleaned him.  I
told Carter to keep a bunch of Jo's cum in his mouth without swallowing as
he licked it up and then tongue fuck the boy's mouth.  He did, and they
swapped bitch-cum in a really long, hot French kiss.  While Carter was bent
over tongue-fucking Jo, I started playing with the muscle stud's own puss.
I got some lube from the table, pushed Carter over to where his chest was
basically lying on Jo's, and started lubing his cunt.  He spread his legs
to make it easier for me, and it wasn't long before Carter's tongue action
in Jo's mouth was matched by my finger action in the stud's cunt.  His big
cock was throbbing up and down, almost in rhythm to my fingerfucking.

I've mentioned before, I think, how much I enjoy reducing a fuckboy to a
puddle of lust, and turning this big muscle stud into a moaning bundle of
desire was no exception.  I hadn't really planned on fucking him yet, but
he'd gotten me so hot with his moaning and the way he worked his cunt
muscles around my penetrating finger, that I thought, "Meh, what the fuck?
That's what he's for."  So I moved directly behind that strongly muscled
butt, kicked his legs farther apart so his hole was at a better angle, and
positioned my still-hard cock right at his cunt hole.  I pushed slow but
steady, and although there was resistance at first, I finally popped
through.  I heard him yelp even through the kiss when my head popped
through his cunt-ring--clearly, this boy didn't get fucked much.  I just
kept moving though, not pausing for him to get adjusted to my dick, and it
wasn't long before my pubes were grinding against one of the most heavily
muscled asses I'd ever fucked.

Once all the way in, I rested a minute.  Carter rose up from kissing Jo and
said, "Oh fuck, sir, you feel so good.  You've stuffed me, sir, you've made
me your pussyboy for real now."  I laughed and slapped his ass.

"Fuck yeah, boy.  I thought that's what you wanted.'

"It was, sir.  I mean <groan>, it *is*, sir.  But it's been a long time
since I've been fucked, and you're such a stud with your cock."

I said, "Hot bitch, you aint seen nuthin, yet.  Raise up a minute so Jo can
get out."  He did, and Jo somehow got himself out from under my new
musclebitch.  I then pushed Carter sharply between the shoulder blades so
he collapsed his chest on the bed and started fucking him again.

"OK, my little navy bitch, turnabout is fair play.  Put your boidick in my
muscle boy's mouth and make him clean you up."  Well, Jo gave me a big grin
at that--the first one since the whipping--and did exactly as I told him.
Muscleboy started licking boicum off of one dick while another one was
fucking his hot cunt.

There was a lot of moaning around the dick he had in his mouth--this stud
was really not used to bottoming, and who can be surprised?  With his build
and his dick, I'm sure his dates just expected to be fucked.  And clearly
he had the equipment to please them, although there was something deep
inside him that wasn't satisfied with topping.  As Jo's dick started
hardening again in muscleboy's mouth, I pulled out of the tight cunt in
front of me, slapping his ass as I did.

"Come on, boys, we're going someplace where there's more room."  I didn't
have a collar and leash for Carter, of course, but I took the belt out of
my pants and looped it around his neck, improvising a collar and leash all
in one for him.  With my two hot bitches in tow, I started walking back
down the dim corridors toward the dungeon room.  We hadn't closed our room
door while I was fucking the cum out of my young navy bitch, so once again
we'd attracted quite a following.

Once we got to the dungeon room, the door was still open, so I walked in
with my bitches.  The slave was no longer in the sling.  As I looked around
the room, I saw him on the floor over by the St. Andrew's cross, his hands
cuffed behind him and a ring gag in his mouth.  His owner looked over at us
as we came in, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Can I borrow your sling to fuck muscle boy here?"

"Sure!  We're not using it any more," the man said.

"You want my young bitch's ass in payment for that and the cross earlier?"

"Fuck yeah!" he said, and started rubbing his cock.

I looked over at Jo, who dropped to his knees when I glared at him.  I
stepped over to the boy, leaned down and said to him quietly.  "You are
gonna make this guy happier than he's ever been, got it?  Whatever it
takes.  Fucking, sucking, rimming, or being beaten on the cross.  Have you
got that, boy?"  I spoke pretty coldly to him.

"Yessir, whatever it takes, sir.  Believe me, sir, I understand.  I won't
fuck up.  I'll make you proud of your navy bitch, sir."

"Believe me, boy, when I say you'd better."  And then I kissed him hard on
the mouth.  His own lips parted involuntarily as he moaned, and I started
tongue fucking him.  He moaned more before I pulled back.  "Do a good job
for me, little bitch."

He actually grinned at me a second before getting serious again.  "I will,
sir."

"OK, muscle boy, in the sling," I told him.  He quickly climbed in and
adjusted his position, with his arms holding on to the chains by his head
and his legs propped up by the chains at the other end, open in a vee,
giving me a great shot at his ass.  "Awright, muscle boy, you're gonna give
me a good fuck, understand?"

"Yessir," he said seriously.  I lubed up my still sheathed cock and put the
head at his cunt again.  I didn't bother to relube him from the earlier
fuck. "I want two men up here," I announced to the room.  Two guys came up.
"I want one of you on either side of him.  Grab hold of the sling and push
him down onto my cock.  You boys are gonna make my muscle bitch fuck
himself on my cock."  Their eyes shone in anticipation as they stepped up
on either side of Carter, grabbed the sling, and forced it toward me,
causing my musclebitch to impale himself on the dick I was holding steady
at his fuckhole.  Oh yeah, baby, how fucking hot is that?

Because the sling travels like a pendulum and not actually in a straight
line, it's not quite as simple as you might think to make this sling fuck
work.  But we got the angles right after a few tries, and the boys really
enjoyed forcing the big muscle stud onto my cock.  The secret is to be in
the right position and not to make the sling move too far--in my case, no
more than 7 inches lol...

Once they had the rhythm going, it was actually pretty hot just to stand
there and have muscle boy, totally passive in the sling, be fucked on my
cock without my doing any work.  Of course, the slingers couldn't resist
playing with his nips, twisting and grabbing them, bringing winces of pain
from my sling bitch.  After a little bit of this though, the stud's moans
started getting me feeling more aggressive, so I dismissed the sling guys,
and started fucking the hot man-cunt in front of me myself.  I told them
they could have a treat, though, and one of them shoved his hard dick into
musclestud's mouth for a good sucking.  The other one must have been more
of a bottom, because he got behind me, spread my cheeks, and started
rimming me while I fucked the muscle bitch in front of me.  Oh yeah,
fucking hot!

Meanwhile, the room's owner had tied my navy bitch to the fuck bench in the
room (which reminded me that I still hadn't seen the fuck bench in the main
part of the bathhouse), wrists and ankles to the legs of the padded bench,
with his ass invitingly positioned in the air in the middle.  He lubed up
his cock and remembering that I insisted on safe fucking, put on a rubber
which he then slathered with lube.  He stepped up behind the bound navy
bitch and plunged into his boy cunt in one stroke, drawing a big groan of
pain from Jo.  Hard and fast this guy started fucking him, clearly intent
on causing the maximum amount of response from the tied-up bitch in front
of him with his cockmanship.  He said to the room in general, "Somebody
plug this boy's mouth, he's making too much noise."  Well, a dark-skinned
guy stepped quickly up and shoved his half-hard dick in Jo's mouth, damping
down the noise.  Meantime, the fucker kept up his powerfuck in my navy's
bitch's hot cunt.  It wasn't long before he pulled out, ripped off the
rubber and threw sperm all over the bitch ass in front of him, a bunch of
it shooting up on the boy's back.  When he was through cumming, he rubbed
his dick all over Jo's ass, smearing cum everywhere.  He told the dark guy
fucking Jo's mouth to come lick it up.  The dude gave him a look like, "are
you shitting me?" and just kept mouth fucking my bitch.  He closed his eyes
and enjoyed the feeling of fucking a helpless, bound mouth, which turned
out to be a mistake.

Pissed off at being disobeyed, the erstwhile fucker had picked up a
flogger, gotten behind the dark-skinned guy, and started whipping his butt.
The guy's eyes flew open as he screamed.  "I fucking told you to lick up my
cum, you lousy cunt" the flogger told him.  The guy pulled out fast and got
the fuck out of the room as quick as he could.  The rest of the room pretty
much laughed at him as the cum dribbled down the bound navy bitch's sides
and ass cheeks.  The flogger looked disgusted, then spied a couple of
dildos on a table in the corner of the room.  He went over to get them; and
when he came back, he plugged Jo's mouth with one, warning him not to let
it fall out, and then shoved the other roughly up my poor little bitch's
pussy.  The dildo was bigger around than the guy's cock, so Jo groaned, but
of course he couldn't open his mouth without risk of the dildo falling out.
I imagine he bit down on it hard as the pain of the dildo being rammed up
his cunt radiated from his ass into his gut.

Meanwhile, I was enjoying a great fuck and rim job, and one of the
slingguys was getting a nice blowjob.  That's not easy when you're in a
sling, btw, because the angles are wrong and keep changing.  But muscleboy
was doing the best he could, and the words coming out of the sling guy's
mouth--"Suck me, you muscle bitch.  Oh fuck yeah, you're a hot
muscleboy. You've got one fucking hot mouth, you muscleslut"-- indicated
that he was quite pleased with the service he was getting.  Without any
warning, he pulled out and gave the muscle boy a huge facial.  I think
that's hot as fuck to watch a bitch being marked with a man's cum, and it's
particularly hot when the bitch looks like such a fucking top himself lol.
Carter groaned when the guy slung his cum all over him, but otherwise he
didn't say anything, concentrating of the feel of my big cock in his hot
muscle pussy, pounding in and out, rubbing his boiclit with every stroke,
making his dick jerk and leak like a hose.  I told the guy rimming me to
come up and suck my bitch dry, and he had no problem changing sex modes.
From rimmer to sucker in under thirty seconds lol.

He started just by licking up all of Carter's precum, but soon he had the
head and as much of the shaft as he could fit in his mouth, licking and
sucking that hot stud dick that I was fucking into orgasm.  Between my cock
in his cunt and the mouth on his dick, Carter warned me, "Oh sir, I'm gonna
cum.  Oh, please sir, if you don't want me to cum, get his mouth off my
dick, oh sir, sir..."  I pulled the guy's mouth off my muscle bitch's dick.
Not that I didn't want him to cum, but he was so close I wanted to fuck the
cum out of him rather than having it jerked out.  So I sped up the tempo
and just rubbed my hand lightly over the engorged leaking dick in front of
me.  In just a few moments, the dick throbbed and started spewing cum.  I
grabbed Carter's thighs and buried my cock to the hilt in him while his
dick spasmed and his cunt muscles clenched around my cock in time to the
spurting of his dick.  Fuck, that was hot--it was all I could do not to cum
myself.  I held myself really still, though, because I had more sex plans
(I bet you could guess that, right?  lol).  Meanwhile, Carter's whole body
was shaking the sling as he trembled and shuddered in the aftermath of his
cum.  I pulled out and he groaned, missing my hard fullness in his pussy.
I told the guy who had been sucking him to clean up my boy with his tongue.
The guy grinned and immediately got to work.

As I turned around to check on my navy bitch, I saw that the room guy had
gotten what looked like a wooden spoon and was flicking Jo's balls with it
every once in a while as he stood behind the bound navy bitch.  Jo was
moaning, but I wondered why the noise wasn't louder.  Then I came closer
and saw that the guy had gagged him.  It was a piss gag, and he invited me
to fill it up.  I thought, "Meh, what the fuck?  Jo deserves this today."
So, I walked around the front and put my dick in the funnel that was
attached to the gag.  After calming my hard-on down some, I managed to
start pissing--although it took awhile to start the flow.  I hadn't drunk
much water recently, so the piss was a dark yellow and smelled.  My little
bitch wasn't gonna like that at all lol.

It was fun watching Jo have to struggle to suck all the piss down while his
balls were being beaten.  I'm not normally into shit quite that heavy, but
Jo had fucked up big time and he deserved what he was getting, imo.
Finally, I finished pissing and the room guy seemed to lose interest in
Jo's balls, even though the constant thwapping with the spoon had gotten
them all red and swollen.  Interestingly, Jo's dick was pretty plump, if
not totally hard; the navy boy must have gotten off on his abuse at least a
little bit.

I asked the room guy how his fuck had gone, and he was quite pleased.  He
went over to the table in the corner of the room and came back with a card
he gave me.  Told me he was an "actual slave master" and usually went to
BDSM club meetings, but every once in a while he liked to play "a little
lighter" as he put it.  He told me to give him a call if I ever wanted to
come to one of the club meetings.  Said he thought that based on the way
I'd whipped Jo earlier, I had "the makings of a real slave master."  I'm
sure if Jo heard that, his eyes must have gotten big as shit!

I thanked him and asked if I could untie my navy bitch now.  He shrugged
and said sure, that Jo was a good fuck but a very poor slave.  I in turn
shrugged, but I thought, "Well as he's not a slave number 1, and number 2
he's mine and not yours, that's not really relevant, but what the fuck..."
As I looked around the room, I saw that grungeboy had come into the room at
some point.  I told him to untie the navy bitch and take him back to our
room.

Meanwhile, seeing grungeboy reminded me that gothboy should still be
waiting for me at the main fuck bench out in the maze somewhere since
that's where I'd sent him earlier.  Ah yes, I was gonna go get me a piece
of that emo bitch lol.