Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 22:49:29 +0200
From: Batardsm <batardsm@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 6

Pain in his arse. His ring was being stretched. What the fuck? A dick was
being shoved up his arse with one shove. No lube or easing in or
nothing. Just one brutal shove. He screamed. What the hell was happening?
Well that was obvious he was being raped. Somebody was going to fuck him
without asking. Without his consent. "No, stop....stop." The dick up his
arse stopped moving for a moment.

" I don't...". The next words were strangled in his throat as his Master's
boot made contact with the side of his head. "Shut the fuck up cunt. You're
getting exactly what a whore like you deserves." His Master nodded his head
at his slave's fucker and the dick started to pound in and out of his
slaves arse. Raping it. Thrusting in and out without any concern as to the
pain caused to it. Opening it up. Stretching it.

There was nothing he could do now. He just had to try and relax his arse
and take it. Hope that his fucker came quickly. This was his Master's
punishment and he just had to take it. Anyway the guy's dick wasn't that
big. He'd had bigger up his shit hole. It was just that he wasn't expecting
it. Wasn't ready for it.

The fucker's thrusts became shorter and more frenzied. The pounding
quicker. Thank god, he's about to come. Come on do it. Just shoot your load
and get this over with. Yes. Go on. Yes. The fucker collapsed onto his back
for a moment. Spent. The dick was pulled out quickly and it was over. He
sighed a huge sigh of relief. It was over.

Some more words were past between his Master and his fucker. Then he felt
something warm and thick on his head. Running down the side of his smoothly
shaven skinhead head and down his face. He was now wearing his fucker's
come. The condom was placed on the floor in front of his eyes. Then
nothing.

Until some more rustling around him and a pair of old brogues next his
Master's boots. Old brown brogues and pale brown flannel trousers. This
time he dared to look up and saw an overwieght man of about 60 talking to
his master. He was foul. Unkempt hair, big thick glasses and a general
disheveled look about him.

His Master would not allow this piece of crap anywhere near him. Surely
not. To have this slimeball's hands all over him. Let alone his dick. But
he knew better than to complain. To ask his Master to change his mind. He
had now learnt his lesson. The brogues disappeared and more rustling behind
him. The old man fumbled with his arse. His slimy hands trembling with
excitement and feeling him all over. Feeling the young hard flesh under his
stubby fingers. Touching the scars and scabs over the muscular slave's
back. Then his dick brushed up and down the slaves arse crack. Trying to
find its moist hole. He hardly felt the dick enter his hole and slide back
and forth on the slime now building up in his arse. But he felt the old
man's foul breath on the back of his neck and his whole body weight on his
back. This was disgusting. To be used by this trog. The humiliation was so
great. He was lower than this troll, this outcast who would only sneaked
around in the shadows. He felt dirty, like he'd never felt
before. Ashamed. But he knew this was his position in life.

When it was over, a little come on his head and another condom on the
floor. So this was his punishment to be just a whore to be used by
anybody. Just a hole in a cruising ground for anybody who felt horny to get
their rocks off. A piece of meat. He bowed his head and closed his eyes. He
tried not to think anymore. Just concentrating on keeping his mind
clear. Just to be a piece of meat with no feelings or thoughts. A
sub-human.

There were many dicks up his arse that night. He did not remember them all
or most of them in fact. Didn't remember their shoes or anything. One of
them had been a huge dick that had trouble fitting in his arse. The extreme
pain brought him temporarily to his senses. He thought his arse was going
to split. In fact at one point he though he felt a little tear as his
sphincter grew a little to accommodate the monster. He saw flashing lights
in his head as the monster started to move backwards and forwards. Pulling
his guts one way and the pushing them back the other. The dick's tip also
pushed against the bottom of his spine when it was fully in. Bruising
it. Hurting somewhere that had never been hurt before. But even that fuck
came to an end and a further slimy mess on his head. Then back to
nothingness. Back to being just a piece of meat.

He didn't know how long it lasted or had not counted the number of fucks.
He came to because nobody was fucking him anymore. There was nothing in his
arse. It felt empty . Just a gaping void. He opened his eyes and saw the
row after row of condoms on the grass. Must have been about 25 of them. And
just beyond them, his master's boots.

He had been punished. He had been broken.

"Sir.....thank you sir".