Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2010 05:37:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Stretch <rockonmr2010@yahoo.com>
Subject: gym jock's bitch

GYM JOCK'S BITCH: Part 3

If it you are a minor or if it illegal for you to read about sex between
men, read no further. Otherwise, enjoy! This is definitely fiction!

	I took the Friday off work so I could drive to Chicago early to get
ready for our session at the bath house. I was still on the diet, so I had
dropped 12 pounds and was looking very lean and twink like compared to the
alpha stud muscle of my master. He was married and living his normal
suburban life in the eyes of his family, but less than a month ago, he had
made me into his bitch slut pig, to control and use as he saw fit. I was
surprised at how quickly and easy I had lost all control of my
independence. He told me what to do, and I did it. I lived for serving him.
	I was still wearing the prostate plug daily at work, flexing it to
strengthen my ass muscle for his fucking pleasure. He wanted a tight hole
when he fucked me, and he made sure I stayed in top shape for that
purpose. In fact, serving him became my purpose. I went through work and
life in a daze, always focused on his latest email or diet or workout
request. I was always edged out on the height of sexual frustration, as he
forbade me to cum until he saw me this Friday at the baths.
	I still don't know my master's name, but he told me that he had a
business meeting that brought him to Chicago this week. I followed his
instructions to get room number 213 at the bath house, because this room
had a drain hole in the floor, in case things got a little wet during water
sports or whatever else he had planned for me. He also gave me shopping
list of things to bring: Thick indelible markers in black, blue, red and
green, a large set of 5 anal beads (14 inches long in total, with 3 inch
egg shaped balls along the 1 inch shaft), and a leather covered paddle
(shaped like a cricket bat). I was also to bring enough lube for any guests
who might visit our room.
	Master was not meeting me until 6pm, but I was there at 3pm with my
shopping list complete. It was easy to find all those items in boys' town
of Chicago. My master must have been to this bath before because there was
a drain in the floor of room 213 just as he said. I had been to a few bath
houses in my younger days, but this one seemed to appeal to a more leather
and nasty crowd. I decided to do my enemas in the public shower area where
there were 8 shower heads and a two toilets right out in the open. I
figured I could fill up and douche right there, and see what was going
on. I attacted to leather bears, real big daddies with leather arm bands
on. They smiled and encouraged me to clean my pig hole for the
festivities. It made me wonder if my master sent them here for using me
later, or maybe they just always talk to sub bitches that way. Anyway, I
was both humiliated and embarrassed when it came time to shit out the
water, and squatted on the closest toilet to the shower. They jeered me to
"clean that bitch hole for a real top" as they jacked that fat cocks. I
flushed, then got up to leave, too embarrassed to continue. The taller bear
said, "No boi of mine ever finished after one douche. Get your ass back
here pig. We're just gonna watch til you have four enemas done." I don't
know why I was following this stranger's orders, but I feared now that if
my master had sent them, I'd be in trouble if I did not obey. I douched
three more times, as they chided me and made me blush. "What a useless
fucking pig slave you are! Cleaning your whore ass in public so us studs
can use you!" I was so hard, but I knew I needed to be ready for my
master. They did not push me to suck them. They seemed happy just to
observe me and humiliate me. When I flushed the toilet for the fourth time,
they headed off down the hall, and I headed to my room. I put my curved
prostate stimulator back in my ass, put on my tightest cock ring, and went
into the steam room to relax. I could not get my mind off my master and his
imminent arrival.
	I could hear moaning the moment I entered the steam room. I was
forbidden to use a towel by my master, so my hard cock lead the way as I
sat on a bench near a sub pig who was getting his ass reamed in the steam
room. The boi was lying on his back with his legs held in the air by his
owner. The boi was younger than me, maybe 25, with no hair at all, not even
on his head! The man raping his ass was a furry fit daddy, maybe 230 pounds
of beef packing man. He was showing no mercy to his boi's ass, either,
really ram fucking him hard and deep with a huge 9 inch cock. I just sat
and watched. "My boi will suck you if you want," the top said to me.
	"I would sir, but my master has not given me permission to cum." I
was so embarrassed to admit that. If I was not owned, if I was not a sub
with stick rules to follow from my master, I would gladly have let this
twink rim my ass as he got fucked, then let him swallow my load. But I knew
I could not disobey my master, who would be arriving soon. I just sat
there, humiliated and horny, watching this boi cry out. He was both in
ecstasy and pain, with his balls stretched low with a leather collar, and
his cock clamped tight in a ring. This boi had large barbell piercings in
both nipples, which his master pulled on at random, always drawing more
intense cries and moans from the boi.
	"Tell your man when he gets here that I'm happy to swap slaves with
him. I'm on the upper level in room 315. Friday hights always gets a little
crazy here." I was so surprised at how freely he spoke to me, knowing that
I was an owned sub, knowing that he and my master were the decision makers
of our sub boi fates.
	The master then told his bitch to jack off onto his belly while he
seeded his ass. I watched, yearning to be given the same permission
tonight, hoping my master would let me get off while he fucked me. The boi
started breathing more heavily like a bitch in heat. He started to pull his
ample cock, which was fat and uncut. Through the steam, I saw his hips buck
up, and knew he was shooting his seed into the air. Some hit him on the
face, but most of it erupted onto his smooth, hairless belly. That must
have set off his master's nut, because the bear let out a deep, baritone
grunt as he bucked hard into his bitch and unloaded in him for what seemed
like a good two minutes. "You know what to do pig." That's all his master
said when he pulled out. The bear sat on the bench, spent and semi-hard,
his cock all slimy from the fucking. The boi got onto the floor on his
knees and crawled to his master, sucking his cock and cleaning it
completely. "Hey, slave boi," he addressed me, "does your owner allow you
to eat another slut's ass?"
	I was so suprised he was talking to me again. "I don't know sir. I
only know that I am not allowed to cum til he tells me."
	"Well in that case, I'm gonna fill in for him. Get your slutty
tongue up my boi's hole and drink out my seed. He needs to eat that, so
don't swallow, pig." I was unsure, but I felt commanded to obey someone who
was clearly my superior. I also crawled down onto the floor and began to
tongue this boi's hole. He had a tattoo on each ass cheek: On one was
"Insert dick here" with an arrow pointing to the boi's hole, and the words
"Boi Cunt For Use" on the other. The moment I was up close, I knew why the
boi was in pain earlier. He was not just aching from the ass fucking... his
master had clearly tanned his ass. His butt was bruised, red, and almost
blistered from a serious ass beating. He flinched whenever my checks made
contact with his reddened ass cheeks. I tried not to aggravate him, just
working on sucking his hole, hoping to taste his master's seed on my
tongue. The boi moaned in delights as he went back to dick washing and deep
throating his master. "Remember, slave pig, don't you swallow my load. That
belongs to me and my boi. Just suck it out for him."
	"Yes, sir!" I replied. The boi started to push out his butt hole,
like he was taking a shit. That brought the cum to the surface, making it
easier for me to felch it out of him. I loved his smell and taste. His ass
was like heaven, both that musty ass juice and sexy man cum scent. His
master's seed had a bitter taste to it, but I loved it. There was a lot
more than I expected. My mouth became rather full, and I wondered if maybe
this boi had been raped by more than one man this afternoon. When he was
done pushing his puckered hole into my mouth, I mumbled, "Ready...""
	"Face each other, bois... in front of me. I want to watch you feed
this cum back and forth to each other for a while." Our heads were just
above this master's crotch level as began swapping cum with our open
mouths. "You've been taught how to snowball.... your master must be an
excellent teacher."
	"Yes sir," I said quickly when I had a free mouth. While we
continued to french kiss for this man's please, he told me to open wide
while his boi horked a huge gob of cum and spit into my mouth, then he told
me to hork it back to his boi. We went on like this for several minutes
while the master pulled on both my tits and his boi's barbells.
	Finally, he said to his boi, "Time to swallow pig. I need to put
you to bed for a few hours rest before the real fun begins." His boi
swallowed the huge gob of cum and spit, then looked straight up to the
ceiling with his mouth open wide for inspection. His master gripped his jaw
and looked inside roughly, inspecting to make sure his mouth was truly
empty. "Good boi. I'll see you in the room pig." The boi got on his feet
with no comment and left us.
	I was a little afraid now to be alone in the steam room with this
man. He kept me on my knees, stroking my head. "Your master should finish
the job and shave your head too boi. A good slave has no hair." This man's
cock was already growing hard again as he talk about me like I was a piece
of meat. He started to stroke his cock with one hand and my hair with the
other. I notice he was also uncut. He had a tattoo on his thigh of bull,
whose testicles were clearly hanging low from its back legs. I thought it
was really appropriate, since this man was such a stud. "I'll let you go
back to your master boi, but don't forget to tell him about my offer. We'll
be in and out of room 315 for the next 12 hours."
	"Thank you sir, I'll tell him sir." With that, I stood up and was
startled as hell when he slapped me hard and loud on the ass.
	"We need to redden that up too, boi, but that can wait. Glad to see
he's got your pig cunt plugged. Hope I get to tap that later." As I passed
a mirror on the way to my room, I saw his hand print was still red and
visible on my butt cheek.
	I had to pee, so as I passed the showers, I looked for the
bathroom. This place was huge with mazes of rooms, showers, saunas, and
hidden alcoves. There was a large "movie" room where some hot porn was
running of a boi getting gang banged in a sling. I kept moving til I found
a sink and urinal area, with a row of toilets that did have cubicle
stalls. The urinals were trough style, on the floor with a single drain. At
least 8 men could line up here to piss. As I relaxed my hardon and let my
piss flow, a man stood next to me and gave my dick a quick tug. "Nice cock
ring, son."
	He let go, and started to piss. "Hate to waste this down a drain,"
was all he said. I felt obligated to stoop down into the trough and open my
mouth. He smiled down at me as he stopped his flow for a second,
clenching. "You better swallow what's left, pig, or I'll have to punish
you, you filthy whore." I couldn't believe that I was not even starting my
evening with my master yet, and I was being treated like a whore in pig
heaven. I opend my mouth, and he proceeded to empty his full bladder into
my wanting mouth. I swallowed fast and hard, trying to keep up with his
flow. My eyes were locked with his, as he smiled and brushed back my hair
saying, "Good little piggie. That's it pig, drink daddy's filthy cum, you
goddam slut whore." He finished, slapped me hard on the cheek, and walked
away, returning to whatever scene he had come from.
	I felt dirty, the smell of piss on my knees and legs, the taste of
ass, piss and cum in my mouth. I wasn't sure if I should shower before
master arrived. I knew I would have to tell him what I had done, so I
decided to stay smelly so he would see the evidence that my story was true.
	The next hour ticked by the slowest of the week. I was so excited
for his arrival, I could barely stand it. Then it happend. He walked into
the room, finding me on my knees, waiting for him. He smiled and told me to
undress him, as he stoked my hair. "You smell like piss, boi. How long have
you been here?"
	"Sir, I arrived at 3pm sir, three hours ago."
	"Tell me what you've done since then. If you leave out any details,
I'll punish you severely." I told him about my public enema, the steam room
and invitation to room 315, and the piss drinking at the trough. He seemed
pleased that no one had fucked me. "That's a good boi. Maybe we'll check
out 315 later, but for now, we need to get ready. Did you bring the markers
boi?"
	I did not know what he had intended, but I brought him the
supplies. He told me lie on the bed, on my stomach. He went to work, right
away, writing and drawing various things on my body. He did a lot of
detailed, small writing on my ass and inside my butt cheeks. "Kneel and
spead em, pig, I need to print clearly so this can be read by all." He
wrote on my anus, around it, along the crack. My whole back and legs were
written on. Then he told me to stand and raise my arms over my head. He
wrote in my armpits, on my ribs, then made me lie on my back and began to
write on my chest and arms. He even wrote on my cock. That was the first
word I could make out: "Useless cock: Do Not Cum!"
	It dawned on me that he would humiliate me as a human billboard,
parading me down the halls and in the rooms. I was so fearful of what these
messages said. Then, looking down at my chest, he finished by writing in
huge capital letter the word: URINAL. There was an arrow pointing up to my
mouth. Below the word, he wrote, "It swallows..." Then he capped the
markers, grabbed his cock and told me to drink his piss. He really had to
go. I swallowed and swallowed, but it never seemed to end. When he was
done, he said, "Your earlier adventures got me worked up, pig. I am going
to share you tonight, but I want the first shot at you myself. Drink my cum
pig. Do it now." I began to bob up and down on his cock, and he looked at
his art work on my body. He started to read outloud some of his work. "It
says 'filthy cock sucker' on you back and 'whore for fucking on your
shoulders. This is going to be a fun night, pig." He shot a huge load, as
he sadistically smiled down on me, planning my humiliation tonight. I was
scared to death.
	"Before we leave this room pig, it is important that a pig have a
tail. You'll have three anal beads inside you when you are not getting
fucked, and the other two will stick out as your tail. I wrote an email
address between your ass cheeks, so the men who use you tonight can write
to me to tell me what they did to you, in case I miss any of the action." I
was suddenly afraid that I could be hurt by other men, if my master was not
near to protect me.
	He yanked out my prostate plug and began to work in the anal
beads. They felt large and uncomfortable at first. I felt like I really had
to take a shit by the time the third one entered me. I expected him to stop
at three, but he just kept pushing, forcing in the fourth anal bead, as I
began to moan and wimper on all fours. "Take it pig, you know I love to
hear my boi cry." He seemed angered and frustrated when the fifth bead
wouldn't go it. I felt filled to capacity. I was breathing deeply and
heavily, really wimpering and anxious that I could not take any
more. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Ouch! He as wailing on my ass, spanking me hard
for not taking the fifth bead. I was crying loudly now, and I heard someone
walking past our door saying, "Some bitch is really taking a beating in
there! Wish I could see that."
	My master heard it too, and shouted out, "Come in, the door is
unlocked!" Fuck. There I was, a human billboard of graffiti, crying on all
fours with four huge anal beads up my boi cunt, and my master inviting in
strangers. The door opened, and two men looked down at me, smiling at my
humiliation.
	"He's got to learn to take what I give him," my master announced to
the men standing in the door. One of them was hairy and hung, the other was
smoother and wearing a towel. "Anyone want to quiet him up while I finish
here?"
	I was in shock. My master was offering my mouth to these strangers,
while he worked on my ass like I was a car at the mechanic's.  The nude
hairy guy just stepped up to me and pushed his cock into my mouth. Once my
mouth was full, my crying mostly took the form of snot dripping from my
nose and tears from my eyes. My obviously agitated state only made these
men more assertive. My master kept smacking my ass, making me cry. The dom
in my mouth held my head firmly, and started to face fuck me, and the other
guy just dropped his towel and started stroking his own cock while egging
on the two of them to, "Teach that bitch a lesson. Yeah, work his slutty
holes." Finally, my master stopped slapping my ass once my anus recieved
the fifth and final bead. The top in my mouth bucked hard and shot a huge
load onto my tongue, telling me to hold it there til he said. He withdrew,
tilted my head up like a baby bird begging for food, and spit into my
mouth. Then the three of them stood over me, with tears running down my
face, and my master rubbed some of the snot from my nose into my mouth.
	"Okay, boi. Swallow." I was sobbing now, realizing the extent of my
humiliation. I dutifully swallowed the cum, snot, spit, and tears, as they
all rubbed my head.
	The other man asked if he could get a blowjob. "Sure, he's really a
good cock sucker, as it says on the ad." They all laughed, having read the
many messages on my body. He stepped up to me, told me to open up, and
shoved his cock into my slut whore mouth. Up until now, I had felt like my
master's slut. Now, with him sharing me and humiliating me in front of so
many men, I felt truly like a whore. This guy was close, so he raped my
throat kind of fast and hard, then jizzed down my throat so I did not get
to taste much of his seed. The both thanked my master, like I wasn't even
there. They all shook hands, like they just did some business deal, and
left. My master pulled me to my feet.
	"I know it's hard on you boi, but that is how you prove your
loyalty to me. Besides, I really get off on watching you stuggle. Maybe if
this weekend works out well, I'll get some permanent tattoos on you instead
of just marker."
	He reached around my ass, grabbed the base of the anal bead chord,
and said, "Just release two beads, son. We need to get this party started."
I grunted out two beads as he pulled just enough to help them out. Then he
grabbed the leather paddle and headed for the door, bare ass naked, with me
in tow. It really did look like I had a tail.
	"Lets see, maybe we'll begin in the urinal. I love trough style
pissers. Makes it easier for a boi to become part of the plumbing."
	With that, we started on my long night's journey of humiliation.

	TO BE CONTINUED.
	Author's note: While the first part of this series is a true
encounter between me and a dom top, most of this is fiction. If you like it
or have a similar fantasy, please write to me. Love your feedback, guys!

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