Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2009 5:16:39 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Marked by Mark - Part 6

Marked by Mark -- Part 6
bamaboi2serve@charter.net

[As you may have read at the start of Part 5, i was ordered to apologize
because of an error spotted by Master Andi, and he caught another error in
my apology! i am a miserable worthless slave boi. Master approved my
apology for THAT mistake as well. Master Andi, i am sorry for having
referred to the error being in "Part 6" when it should have read "Part
3". Now, here is Part 6.]

When I awoke the next morning I couldn't wait to get into the shower...yet
even there I found slave chores. The water felt great, but I had to touch
up my body shave...and now it was more than my legs. I used liberal amounts
of shaving oil and cream and changed the blade midway though. Once I
finished, I dried off and applied a moisturizing cream to my now hairless
skin.
     Over at the sink I spotted the metal butt plug Master had instructed
me to wear to work...and there was a note with it. Master must have written
it yesterday. "Slave...insert this using only a tiny amount of lube. TINY!
If I were there I would put it in myself with NO lube, so be grateful. Just
bend over, and push it in quickly in one take...no adjusting with little
ins and outs. Don't be a pussy..get going!"
     I put a few drops of lube on my fingers and used them to cover the end
of the probe, bent over and gritting my teeth pushed it into me in one
complete motion. I yelled out in pain as my hole was forced open and
quickly tightened around the five-inch long metal missile. My hole muscles
grabbed the stopper end tightly. It took several minutes for the pain to
subside, and then I felt full. I was also...no surprise...hard! Everything
I did seemed to turn me on now that I was under command of a real Master.
    The first clothing that went on were the plain white underwear Master
had designated as Rule Number Five. I made a note to stop by a store during
the day to buy more. I had gotten a trash bag from the kitchen, and into it
I put all of the colored and non-brief underwear in the drawer. There were
a couple of dozen pair being discarded, but all it did was turn me on
more. The underwear held my erection snugly and I could feet the cloth
pressing against the stopper end of the plug.
    I dressed in slacks and a business shirt. I didn't need to wear ties to
work, so I was able to remain relatively casual.
     In a bit of a hurry because I wanted to stop by the store, I tossed
the underwear filled trash bag towards the can...and missed! It hit the rim
and knocked it into the street, clanging loudly and spreading my now-banned
underclothing on the sidewalk. I glanced up and saw my neighbor from across
the street had been about to get into his car, but now he was coming over
to help me!
    "Hey, not much of a basketball player in school, were you boy!" he said
loudly as he crossed the street, arriving at the can before I could get
there. He pulled it top-side-up and started the pick up the underwear.
    "You decide to stop wearing underwear boy?" It was only then that I
realized he had called me 'boy'...twice! His name was Jeff, I knew. He was
a security guard, and I was sure he knew my name wasn't "boy"? Jeff was
about my height but had twice the muscle. I'd spent a good deal of time
watching him from inside my living room as he washed his car—shirtless
of course--- in the driveway. Truth be told, I had actually jerked off
watching him twice.
     "He probably didn't say anything to you, I know, but Mark and I ran
into each other in the bar last night," Jeff said, as he put the rest of my
underwear in the bag and tossed it into the can. Oddly enough he kept one
bright pink pair out, holding it casually in one hand.
     "Mark told me about you being his little bitch-boi now! Just think,
we've lived across from one another all this time and you haven't put out
even once for me, slut!"
      Now I was truly blushing and speechless!
     "Mark promised me I could have you some evening, so get ready boy!
Mark is pretty big, but I've got at least an inch on him and I want you to
feel it!" He reached over and twisted both of my tits through my shirt,
leaving obvious wrinkled spots over each nub, then he pulled my pants away
from my waist and stuffed the one leftover pair of bright pink colored
underwear down into my crotch, where it caused an obscene bulge.
     "Have a hot day boy!" he called as he left, "And don't forget to call
for permission before you unplug!" Jeff climbed in his car and drove off. I
glanced around the neighborhood. An older woman a few houses down was
starring at me. Had she heard? Did everyone know about me now?

    Sitting in the car I became even more aware of the plug as it pressed
into me. Even with the underwear incident, I was still early for work, so I
decided to stop by one of those big-box retailers to get the replacement
underwear. In the men's section I glanced over the selection. Master had
made it clear they were to be plain white briefs, and there were a half
dozen brands to choose from. The restrooms were nearby, and an employee
came out and offered help. I declined, and she left.
     "Can I help you bitch?" someone said from behind me.
    I was startled and turned around quickly.
    It was Sir, the artist who had marked my back!
    "Your Master told me to follow you in to work this first day, to make
sure you didn't get cold feet or anything. Here are your orders," he said,
handing me a small piece of paper. On it was written: Sir is as much a
Master as I am. You are a slut slave boi and worthless except when you are
serving us. Obey him as you would me. Hope the plug has got you filled up
nicely!"
    I was confused and didn't understand, but glanced back up at Sir and
realized he had opened his zipper and taken his cock out. I blushed
furiously and looked around to see if anyone could see us! We were in an
aisle at the very back of the store, alone, and it was early in the day so
there were few other customers.
   "On your fucking knees boi!" he ordered.
   I didn't hesitate, dropping to the ground and taking his prick in my
mouth, starting to blow him as ordered. He was quickly stiff and
dripping. Sir rested his hands on the back of my head, but there was no
need to apply pressure. I was following orders. I tried to keep my hands at
my side, but was losing my balance and reached out to Sir's legs to steady
myself. A fast slap to my face was my reward, "I never gave you permission
t touch my legs bitch! Put your hands in your pockets!" I did as he said,
naturally, knowing that position would slow me down if someone suddenly
turned into the aisle where I was servicing him. I worried that the
slapping sound might have attracted attention, if my slurping didn't.
   Sir started using his hands to increase the speed of my sucking, and a
moment later he pulled me a the way onto his stiff shaft, forcing it deep
into my throat. His spasms propelled his juice deep into me. He pulled out
and wiped his slimed cock on my face, leaving trails of cum and spit on me,
     Sir told me to stand up and led me over to an underwear display. "It's
obvious you couldn't handle even this little chore by yourself! Good thing
he sent me to supervise. What size are you slut?"
     I could see a clerk keeping an eye on us from across the store,
suspicious of these two men hanging out so near the restrooms this early in
the day.
    "Uh, 32 Sir," I told him, still nervous about being in public.
    "Then these should be fine, " he told me, handing me three packages of
white BVDs. I was surprised to see they were 30's, but didn't say
anything. Sir also grabbed a size 28 jock strap and, on the way to the
register, a pair of black frilly ladies underwear. He hadn't even looked at
the size, He wasn't expecting me to wear 'em, I could tell. He just wanted
me to buy them and be embarrassed at the cashier.
     The handsome young man at the register glanced at my cum smeared face
and my stuffed crotch. "Looks like you've got it all covered here," he
commented, gesturing toward the odd collection of items I was buying.
     "There's a sale on leather belts, you know," he informed me, smirking.
     I told him the underwear was all I needed and he rang it up as Sir
watched over my shoulder. I paid, and saw the clerk purse his lips, kissing
fashion, as he said goodbye, leaning sideways and holding his shirt open so
I could see his pierced nipple, with a large gauge silver ring in it. I
also noted him jotting down my name and address, which had come up on his
computer/register from the store credit card list.
    In the parking lot Sir took the jock strap out of the bag, saying it
was for one of his boys, and he also said goodbye--without the kiss--
sending me on my way to work. I had spent too much time at the store and
needed to rush so as not to be late.
   That was my mistake. Soon after I had pulled out onto the highway I saw
flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I was being pulled over! I glanced
down and realized I had been a few miles an hour over the limit, Damn! I
pulled into the emergency lane and rolled down my window, waiting for my
ticket. The black trooper who came to my car was huge...at least 6' 7" and
250 pounds. He was wearing reflective sun glasses and the image made me
feel like I was in a movie. As he leaned down to make eye contact, he
grabbed his own crotch with one hand and adjusted his package, not just for
a second or two, but for almost the whole time as he talked to me. It was
unnerving, but also terribly sexy. Was this cop coming on to me?
   "You know you were speeding bitch?" he asked.
   I was shocked beyond belief! Had he just called me bitch?
   "You heard me..that is what you go by, right? And you have no respect
for law enforcement either?" he snarled.
   I was lost and told him so.
   "Did you forget your little bumper sticker message bitch boy?", he
asked.
   "Officer, I don't know what you're talking about," I told him plainly.
    "Get out of the car," he ordered and I did just that. He told me to
follow him to the back of my car and there it was. A bumper sticker with
this message on it: "I'm a BITCH BOY and I love COP COCK."  It was clearly
printed, black ink on a white background, but obviously computer made. It
quickly dawned on me: Master had marked my car too!
   "Uh, officer, someone must have put that there as a joke...I don't..." I
tried to explain.
   "That's fine cocksucker, no need to explain. You follow me to the next
exit, and don't even think about trying to run for it!" he ordered.
   I did what I always do...I followed his orders, and soon we were exactly
where I thought we might be headed, on the side of the road in a heavily
wooded, rarely traveled back road. A few minutes later I was on my knees in
those woods, handcuffs holding my hands behind me. I was swallowing the
trooper's sword. And I do mean sword! Despite my recent frequent exercise
by Master and Sir, the cop's cock was even larger in girth than either of
them. It stuffed my mouth and went deep into my throat too. Somehow hearing
the police radio from his car in the background made it, if possible, even
more exciting! As he pounded in and out, I did something I almost never
did: I came without touching myself, soaking my (always white) underwear,
and the pants I had on too. I think he could tell from my moaning around
his tool, because he increased his speed and was soon filling my mouth with
his seed! I kept up, swallowing it all as my own cock deflated somewhat
after my orgasm.
    The trooper walked away toward his car, leaving me in handcuffs on the
ground, with no way to use my hands to hide the evidence of my cumming. He
grabbed his radio from the car and called in to his dispatcher, reading her
my license plate number and writing down the information she read back to
him!
   Then he came back over to me.
   "Now I've got you tagged sissy boi! I'm gonna be calling you for some
more service from that hot bitch mouth...and get that fucking bumper
sticker off your car. You don't need to be advertising anymore. You got my
big black cock to satisfy you, understand cunt?"
    "Yes Sir," I told him, keeping my eyes on his still tented pants as he
unlocked the cuffs and reattached them to his heavy black police equipment
belt.
   He went to the car and pulled away.
   It was 9:00am. I was now officially late for work.

[i hope you are enjoying the story. As i've told you, i am under control of
an online Master now. He approves the stories before i send them to Nifty,
but i am responsible for any mistakes. i am a miserable worthless bottom
bitch boi but i would still like to hear from you about the story! Please!
Drop me a line at bamaboi2serve@charter.net]