Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 15:30:32 -0400
From: Max Potter <max_potter@hotmail.com>
Subject: slave to a younger master ch12

Slave to a Younger Master

Chapter 12

Spring Break

Master had ordered me to take a week off work for Spring Break. I was
fortunate that his Spring Break from High School was a the same time as mine
from Massage School. When Master ordered me to do this, he didn't ask about
my plans, or if I wanted to do something, he just gave me the dates he
wanted me to take off and left it at that. Master didn't tell me what we
would be doing, just that I was to take the time and be his.

The Friday of the Break, I got a call from Master, he was coming over. I was
ordered to hump my dick on the carpet until I came, then stay kneeling until
Master arrived. I said "Yes, Master" and he hung up without saying goodbye.
I went to the living room of my small apartment and began to hump my dick on
the carpet. It was like jacking off. I was already naked, as that is how
Master ordered me to be when I was home. The carpet was rough on my dick,
and it pulled on the head, but it also provided friction like my hand would
of. I had done this by myself on the bed, but the carpet was rougher. It
wasn't entirely unpleasant, and I let my mind wonder, thinking of Master and
how I loved to obey him. I came. Breathing heavy, I hauled myself up to my
knees and waited.

Master arrived shortly afterwards. He just opened the door and walked in
like he owned the place. Well, he owned me. I said "Master." He smiled at
me. He could see my cum between my knees, and knew I had obeyed him. He
liked to see that I remembered my place as his slaveboy and would be humble
before him. Master looked down on me like a god looking onto a worshiper. He
was my god and I did worship him. My eyes and face showed adoration.

"Lick it up." Master finally said after he had enough of my worship. His
voice was low, no doubt in his voice that I wouldn't obey.

"Yes, Master." I bent down to lick up my cum. The carpet was clean since I
kept the place spotless, but it was still a carpet. I felt the yarn things
rough on my tongue mixed with my cold cum. Slime and fabric mixing on my
tongue. I swallowed, feeling the cum dribble down my throat and the bits of
carpet fiber. My tongue came out again and licked up some cum and carpet
hair. Master watched me, watched his dominance of me, watched how he, a mere
boy could command a grown man to lick his cum off the floor. And I had
obeyed other commands of his, humiliating commands, difficult commands. He
had me in the palm of his hand, and he knew it. I called him Master and he
was, he was my Master and all that mattered to me in my life.

I finished, pulled my head up and looked back into his beautiful face. His
faced showed his enjoyment of his control over me, how he could whisper a
suggestion and I would jump to obey. I loved to make him happy.

"We're going to the beach for a week. Let's pack. Heel." Master lead to my
bedroom. I crawled to follow. I loved to follow him, to submit to his will.
"Got a suitcase?" Master was being gentle with me. He wasn't always.
Master's moods were his, and I lived only to be a toy for his moods and
whims. If Master was being gentle, I should be happy that he didn't want to
cash in on one of the many punishments I owed him for being a bad boy.

I got the suitcase out of the closet and showed Master. He snapped his
fingers and pointed to the bed. I opened it there. Master snapped his
fingers a lot. I was supposed to obey his wish when he snapped. I was
supposed to read his mind. Fortunately, I spend all my time wanting to
please Master, so I was learning what his snaps meant. Master packed some of
my stuff, not a lot for a week.

Master packed most of the stuff he and Tim had bought me on our trip a week
ago. Master then ordered me in to the blue shorts and sandals. The blue
shorts are very tight, nothing is really hidden by them.
Finished, Master snapped his fingers and strode out of the room. I followed
Master to his car and got in the seat next to him.

Just out of town, Master ordered "Strip." I took off my sandals and the
shorts. I was embarrassed to be bare-assed out in public like this, it was
still daylight, and I knew people could see in.

"My friend Rick's family has a beach house. We're going up there. There will
be four of us, not counting you, faggot. You're going to keep all of us
happy, you got that?"

"Yes, Master."

"You should be getting hard just thinking about it." Master said.

"Yes, Master, it gets me hard." My dick started to rise. I was embarrassed
enough being naked in his car in the daylight, but having a hard-on was
worse. I was sure people could see in, and see my hardon.

"I want you to call everyone Master, I want my friends to know they are men
and you are just a boy. I want you to do what your are told no questions. If
any of us have to tell you twice or punish you, you are really going to get
it."

"Yes, Master."

"You are going to do all the work. You are going to do all the cooking and
cleaning. I want you to make the beds, all that shit. We're on vacation, I
don't want anyone to lift a finger. I don't care if you get any sleep or
not, just do it, hear me, boy?"

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to think of things to make us happy. If someone's just sitting
around, see if they want to fuck you or have you entertain them. I want
everyone to have the best time."

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to be the fucktoy, the faggot, the whore. Give them your mouth,
your ass. Rim them, let them fuck you. Let them beat you or humiliate you."

"Yes, Master."  I was really going to have to work on this vacation.

"Blow me."

"Yes, Master." I reached over and undid his pants, then bent down and took
his hardening cock into my mouth. I began to suck his cock for him as he
drove down the interstate. It was still daylight, and I know people had to
see Master getting blown in the car. I turned red knowing that. I guess that
it really is great for a man to get blown while driving. It really gives him
a feeling of control. Master was doing more and more to show me off, to
exert his control over me. I kept sucking him. It wasn't comfortable for me
to do this. I was belted in the seat, so I was pulling against the seatbelt
to get my mouth on his cock. Then I had my head under the steering wheel and
his arms. On top of all this, I was naked with my dick hard. My back ached
and the painful position and I was humiliated at obeying the command. But
this is what I had always wanted, a Master to control me and order me
around.

Master continued to drive and I worked on his cock for a long time. Finally,
when he was ready, he blew into my mouth. I swallowed it all and gently
cleaned him up. I pulled my face out of his crouch and sat up. I brought my
hand up to wipe his cum off my face when Master said "Leave it."

"Yes, Master." I looked ahead, not wanting to glance at people in other
cars. I was proud to wear Master's cum but humiliated that other would see
this and laugh at me. Master just kept driving, listening to the radio. He
didn't talk to me, or treat me like a person, after all I was just an object
for his pleasure.

Several miles later Master said "Beat off."

"Yes, Master." I began to pull on my dick. I knew other people, like
truckers, could see what I was doing, and it humiliated me. But I had to
obey Master. When I came, Master had me rub my cum in my hair.

Quite some time later, Master ordered me back into my shorts and it was
getting dark. Master pulled into a convenience store. I felt a pang of fear.
The last time Master and I went to a convenience store, I was totally
humiliated and degraded. I had no idea what Master was going to do to me
this time.

"Grab your sandals and that short t-shirt. Then get your faggot-ass in there
and buy me a couple cases of beer."

"Yes, Master."

I dressed and entered the store. I was old enough for beer, which Master
wasn't. I bought the beer and returned to the car. Master had me put it in
the trunk, strip in the parking lot, then get back in. As we pulled out of
the lot, Master said "Strip and do that thing Tim has you do in the car."

"Yes, Master." Tim was Master's friend and had a routine for me in the car.
I sucked my thumb, cruelly pinched my own tits, and humped my dick like I
was fucking. Tim liked to have me do this in the car, and now I was doing it
to entertain Master.

Master added "Stay hard until I tell you to go down."

"Yes, Master."

We were on more back-roads now, finally pulling up to a large beach-house.
There were two other cars already there.

"I hope this is the right place. Get my luggage, asshole. All of it."

"Yes, Master."

Master had a lot of luggage, and it was hard for me to carry it all. Master
strode up the stairs to the porch, stopping a the front door.

"Ring the bell."

"Yes, Master." My hand were full, so I bent down and hit the door-bell with
my nose. I straightened up and kept my eyes down as we waited.

It wasn't long before the door opened. It was a gorgeous high schooler.
Tall, broadshouldered, and well built. Dark hair fell over his forehead in a
rakish way. "Jack's here." He yelled back into the room. He stood back and
let us enter.

Master entered like he owned the place, I was always awed by his power. I
humbly followed my Master.

Inside, there was a nice big airy living room with two other high school
boys on the sofa. One was Master's friend Tim and I didn't know the other.
Of course, they were all dressed, and I was bare-assed naked. I turned red
from embarrassment. These were going to be my Masters for the next week. All
were really good looking. In a lot of ways, I was lucky. I was in for a week
of sucking and being fucked by some really hansome studs. What more could a
faggot ask for? I was hard as a rock as Master had ordered, and this added
to my humiliation.

All eyes were on me. Master's eyes held ownership and how he was proud to
show off his property to his friends. Tim's eyes showed that he knew I was
in for a lot of hard work all week, and that he could really use me. The
other two boys looked at me in disbelief (like they couldn't believe Master
actually had a slave) and lust.

Now, I'm pretty good-looking, and I have a nice body. I don't think Master
would have looked at me twice that first night if wasn't up to standard, so
I knew I was fuckable. But to see a older man (5 or so years older) so bare
before high schoolers was not a common thing. I could see in their faces the
amazement that I was going to be their slave for a week. They were going to
get to order a grown man around, and what high school stud doesn't want
that? Plus, I was hard as a rock. It was humiliating.

"Jesus fuck, I can't believe it. Jack, I've got to hand it to you, man. You
really got it." That was the guy on the couch.

"Fucker really performs, too." Added Tim.

"Jesus, what can you make him do?" asked the guy on the couch.

"Anything, absolutely anything." Master said. "And he's under orders to make
all of you very happy. Isn't that right, shithead?"

"Yes, Master."

"God damn it. This is going to be great." This was from the guy who had
opened the door.

Master when and sat down, so did the guy who had opened the door. "Get on
your knees and tell these men what you will do this week." Master ordered.

I knelt down. "Masters, you can do anything you want to me. I am your slave,
  your fucktoy, your faggot. You can beat and humiliate me. Masters, you can
fuck me and I will suck you and rim you. I will do everything so you don't
have to lift a finger. I will obey all your commands. Masters, I beg you to
punish me if I do anything wrong or anything that displeases you. I am here
only for your pleasure. Masters, I am  your slave."

The two new guys looked at me in amazement, then joined Master and Tim in
laughing at me.

"Well, I want to get started, where can I have the fag put my shit, Rick?"
Master asked the guy who had opened the door, Rick.

"First bedroom on the right, upstairs." Rick said.

Master snapped his fingers and pointed upstairs. I began to move. "Put
everything away queer. I want things nice when I go to bed."

"Yes, Master." I said.

"Shit." Said the guy on the sofa.

"Just wait, Sam, until you get him to take a swing on that dick of yours,
you'll love it." Tim said to the guy next to him.

Master and Rick went to sit down as I began to head up the stairs. When I
was almost at the top, I heard Master say to this friends. "Now watch this."
A second later. "Whoa, bitch. I don't like the way you've got my bags. You
had better come down and trade arms."

"Yes, Master." I turned around and headed back down. The men began to laugh.
At the bottom, I moved things around, looked at Master and said "Master, is
this good?"

"I don't know, try it. If I don't like it, we'll try again."

"Yes, Master." I headed up the stairs again.

When I was almost at the top, Master said "No, I don't like that either.
Come back and try again."

"Yes, Master." I returned to the bottom and rearranged again. Master waived
me back up. The men were showing their amusement at my predicament. I would
almost get to the top, when I would have to come all the way back, move the
luggage around and start again. I was starting to sweat. Master had heavy
bags, and many of them, and I was going up and down the stairs.

After several trips, Master finally got up, chose one bag with a shoulder
strap, and hung it on my neck. He hung it so it came down my back, the strap
over my throat.

"Try that, shitball."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I was allowed to complete my task this
time, with the men laughing at me.

In the room, I began to unpack Master's bags. I realized why they were so
heavy. Master had packed bricks and some weights in his bags. I guess the
only reason he had done it was so I would have to work to carry his luggage.

When I was done, I headed back downstairs. Master and Tim were telling
stories of my humiliations to their friends. Not having any orders, I
quietly knelt next to Master. After a few seconds, Master looked at me,
slapped my ass and said "Fetch the beer, bitch."

"Yes, Master." I rose to follow the order. The men gently laughed at my
obedience to Master.

Once outside, I approached the Master's car and discovered it was locked.
There was nothing else, I could do, I had to return without the beer. When I
entered the room, Master looked at me angrily "What the fuck is this,
shitfuck? I told you to get the fucking beer!"

I fell on my knees "I'm sorry Master, the car is locked, I need the keys to
get the beer."

"You stupid shit, do you think I want to hear your excuses? I give you an
order and you can't even do a simple thing like bring in the fucking beer."

"I'm sorry Master." I didn't know what to do, I was pleading with my eyes,
but worried to do anything without an order, or Master might punish me more.
Master's friends were looking at me in amusement.

"If you want to fucking keys, crawl your worthless ass over here and beg for
them." I began to crawl over to Master, all eyes on me. When I reached his
feet, I began to kiss and lick them. It was humiliating to have to do this
in front of a bunch of high schoolers.

"Master, please Master, please let me have the keys so I can fetch the beer
for you. I'm so sorry I failed, please let me work to make it up. Master,
please let me fetch your beer. I am just a worthless shit Master, and I
can't even follow a simple order. I'm so sorry Master, please teach me to be
your slave, to obey your orders. Please Master, I want to be a good boyslave
for you. Master, I'm just a boycunt, please let me obey your orders and
fetch your beer. Master, please let me have to keys to get your beer.
Please, Master, punish me hard for disobeying. I am a cuntfuck and not good
enough to be your slave."

Master jerked my head up by the hair, rubbed the keys roughly on my face and
said "Fucker, get going and make it snappy."

"Yes, Master."

As I headed out the door, I heard Master say to his friends "So what should
we do to punish him?" I was worried at what they would decide while I was
outside. I got the cases of beer and returned to the house.

When I entered, the men were smiling cruel smiles at me. I carried the cases
to the kitchen and put the beer in the fridge. When I turned back, Master
looked at me and ordered "Kneel."

I hit my knees. I was afraid of what my Masters would do to punish me. The
house was open and airy, the kitchen and living room connected and open. I
was just on the edge of the kitchen part looking up at my Masters in fear.

"You have been a bad boy. Do you know what happens to bad boys?" Master
asked.

"Yes, Master, they get punished."

"That's right. Didn't I tell you before we got here I wanted you to be a
good boy?" Master said. The men were looking at me in amusement.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master."

"I'm very disappointed that you can't be here for 5 minutes without being
bad. Because of that, we are going to punish you. In addition, I expect you
to work extra hard to make up for disappointing us so soon. Do you
understand me, boy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, were are going to punish you. Each of us is going to beat your
little cock. When we are done, you are going to beat your cock. Get over to
Tim so he can beat your cock."

"Yes, Master." I crawled over to Tim.

Tim looked down at me and ordered. "Take my shoes off, faggot."

"Yes, Master." I removed his tennis shoes.

"Hand them to me you little piece of shit."

"Yes, Master." I handed the shoes to Master Tim.

"Stand up, so I can beat your little dick easy."

"Yes, Master."

I was still hard since Master hadn't said I could go down. I stood up.

"Fuck, this is going to be fun." Tim said and put his hands in the shoes.
The then clapped both of them together over my hard dick. The impact was
painful, and I winced. Tim wasn't done. He rubbed the soles up and down on
my dick, making the skin hurt and pulling on my cockhead.

I groaned in pain. "That's it you little fucker. Take it." Tim said, as he
clapped his shoes and rubbed them some more. Dicks are the most sensitive
parts of the body, and are not meant to be hurt. Having Tim do this to me
caused a great deal of pain. Much more than it would have on an arm or leg.
I was in agony. Tim didn't go easy on me, he used a lot of force behind his
hands as they came together again and again on my dick.

The men laughed at me as Tim went to work. After a long time, Tim stopped,
handed me the shoes and said "Crawl over to Rick so he can punish you too."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I gasped through the pain. I crawled on my
knees to Rick.

"You want me to punish you?" Rick asked.

"Yes, Master." I said. I didn't want more punishment, but I had to agree.

"Stand up."

"Yes, Master." I stood and Rick repeated Tim's performance. Rick was bigger
then Tim, so the pain was great, especially on top of the beating Tim had
given me.

"I like the way he says Master all the time" Sam said to my Master, Jack.

"Yeah, I've been training him." Master Jack said.

Rick beat me for as long as Tim had, then handed me the shoes and said "Get
to Sam, you little shit."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I crawled to Sam "Please punish me,
Master." I handed him the shoes and stood up. My cock was still hard and red
in pain. I was sure you could see impressions of the tread on it.

"God, this is fun." Sam said as he hit me as well. "I'm going to get his
balls, too." Sam did get my balls, and this was a whole new pain for me. I
writhed in agony. The balls are the only part of the body more sensitive
then the cock, and having them slapped between two shoes is more painful
than you can image.

I took the punishment Sam put out on me, tears starting down my cheeks.

"Look at him cry like a little girl." Tim said. The men laughed at this, and
me.

Finally, Sam was done. He gave me the shoes and said "Get to Jack."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I crawled to my Master and said "Please
punish me, Master." I stood up. Master assaulted my dick like his friends
had. He got my balls a lot too. I was in a haze of pain. Master didn't hold
back, he used his magnificent muscles to really lay into me. I writhed in
agony.

Master went on longer than his friends, and I wasn't sure how much more I
could take. Master was disappointed that I had failed him, and I was sorry
to make him punish me. I don't know how long the punishment went on. I
hadn't counted the blows that hit my dick, but I was in absolute agony.

Finally Master finished. He tossed the shoes on the floor and said "OK,
we've done it. Now, boy, pick up the shoes and do it yourself. Stand up."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I stood up, shaky. I turned so all the men
could see. I put my hands in the shoes and prepared to beat my dick with
them.

"And don't go easy on yourself, put some muscle behind it." Master Jack
said.

"Yes, Master." I used force to bring the shoes together on my dick. This was
more on top of everything, and humiliation that I was having to do it to
myself.

"Go ahead, cry." Master Jack said.

"Yes, Master." Tears were already falling down my face, and I began to sob
in pain. The men laughed at me. I must have been quite a site, sobbing like
a girl while torturing myself in front of them. It really showed how they
dominated me.

"Be sure to get your balls, too." Tim said.

"Yes, Master." I sobbed. I made sure to get my balls between the shoes as I
slammed them together.

I have no idea how long I was torturing myself before Master Jack said
"That's enough. Give Tim his shoes back."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I stopped, crawled over to Tim and put his
shoes back on.

"Kiss them, bitch." Tim said.

I moved my head down and kissed each of his shoes.

"So, do you want to fuck him now?" Master Jack asked his friends.

"Fuck, yeah." Was the response.

Master stood up, looked around a bit then said "Lets go into the kitchen.
Crawl, boy."

We all went into the kitchen, me on all fours. Master Jack snapped his
fingers pointing to the kitchen table and said "Faggot, get up on here on
your back."

"Yes, Master." I climbed onto the table and lay on my back. Master arranged
me where he wanted me.

Master got between my legs and began to pull his lovely cock out. "There's a
mouth and two hands. Go to town, boys." The men had also started to pull
their cocks out.

Master Jack began to shove his hard cock up my asspussy as Tim fed his down
my throat. I just caught a glimpse of Sam's cock, which was long and thin
before my head was down and Tim was straight down my throat. All I could see
was the top of Tim's legs and the underside of his bubble butt.

I felt Sam's hand move my hand to his cock, and I began to give him a
handjob. My other hand searched and found Rick's pole. Rick was huge,
judging form the thing in my hand. I moved up and down on Sam and Rick with
my hands, and were Sam's was long and thin like I had seen, I could tell by
comparing that Rick's was a monster. Between the impaling of Tim and Master
Jack in my mouth and ass, I was using my hands on two other big dicks.

"Look at him go, like a cheap whore." Someone said.

"Cheap hell, this pussy's free." Tim added.

The men used me like a whore or an object. Tim was roughly moving up and
down in my throat. Since I was laying on my back with my head over the edge
of the table, he had a clear shot down my throat, and Tim was using it like
a trooper, just in and out. I almost couldn't breath. Master had set up a
steady rhythm in my ass and his huge unlubed cock was tearing me apart from
that end. My hands moved on their cocks, fingering the balls, working them
harder and harder. None of the four men were on the same rhythm, each was
taking me like they were the only one. I was an object for them, and only
there for their pleasure.

I was a little surprised when Master Jack came up my ass. I had felt the
signs that meant he was about to cum, but I though it was fast. He no sooner
pulled out, then he took Sam's place and Sam plowed into me. Sam was smaller
than Master Jack, but he attacked me with more roughness, working to get his
nut blown. I used my hand on the familiar beautiful cock of Master Jack. A
few minutes later, Rick and Tim traded places, and I was giving a handjob to
Tim.

This meant that I was about to see the huge cock I had felt on Rick. It came
into view. I was upside down, and I'm sure that made it look even bigger.
Rick was huge. His hard cock was closer to his knee than I'd ever seen
outside of a porno. Rick took my face and aimed his dick at my mouth.

"Just shove right on in, the faggot can take it." Master Jack said.

"Fuck, yeah." Rick said, and did. His cock had a marvelous texture, but it
stretched my mouth and throat so far I though they would rip open. I thought
I would pass out on his going in, and was sure I would has he pulled out.
I'm not sure I could have gotten it down if I wasn't in the position I was
in. Rick put his hand on my throat to feel his cock expand it. He laughed in
pleasure.

"Boy's mouth sure feels great, I can't wait to bust his ass open." Rick
said. The men laughed.

After that, I couldn't tell all of what was going on. My hands continue to
move on dicks until they felt raw. My throat and ass were abused, and I was
in a haze of pain and estasy. The men continued to use and abuse me,
sometimes in rhythm together, sometimes not. I felt cocks switch position
every so often, as one or the other came. Finally, I felt Rick's huge
cockhead on my open and waiting asshole. I shuttered in fear, but as
someone's cock was firmly down my throat, I couldn't do anything but groan.

My ass was loaded  with cum, and that was the only thing that lubed Rick and
his massive tool. I felt every inch slide up my ass, moving further and
further in, I wondered if it would ever stop, or if his cock would poke out
my mouth. Rick started slow, then sped up, forcing me to take his meat again
and again. Again,  I lost track of what was happening to me, as cocks became
everything in my world.

Loads of cum were deposited in my mouth and ass, and a few times on my
hands. Sometimes you can forget how often you can cum when you are young and
really virile. I was downing in cum and I had no idea how long I was on the
table servicing 4 great looking, horny men. It's great for men to have a
single boy to take and use, but sometimes a real man, like the men fucking
me, want to share and really put it to a fag. This was one of those times.
It must make those real men feel great to have a boy like me take their cum
over and over, to cover me in cum and still take more.

I don't know when it stopped. I sort of felt the number of cocks using me go
down, until I was alone on the table, breathing deep and exhausted. I must
have passed out or fallen asleep from exhaustion for a little bit.

When I came too, the men were back in the living room, all buck naked and
breathing deep, satisfied at least for now.

"Boy, get us some beers." Master Jack called from his chair.

"Yes, Master." I croaked. I crawled off the table, dripping cum and opened
four beers. I found a tray and served my Masters. I was weak and dazed.

As I returned the tray to the kitchen, I heard Master Jack say "So, do you
want to play a game?"

"What do you have in mind?" Rick said.

"Boy, get over here."

"Yes, Master." I walked to were Master incited.

"Get on you back on the coffee table, have your head there. He indicated one
side. I lay down on my back, long ways on the table. My head was partially
off it. "OK, here's the game. Faggot will hold his mouth open, and we'll
spit into it. Whoever gets the most hits, meaning it makes it into his
mouth, wins."

"What do we win?" Sam said.

"The boy for the night. I figure we'll have a game each night. Whoever wins
gets the faggot for the night."

"Cool." Said Rick.

"I don't know if I want that piece of shit in my bed all night." Tim said.

"Well, they you can give him to someone else, or use him and when you're
through, just send him out." Master Jack said.

Rick smiled. "I don't know if I trust him to wonder around at night. Fucker
couldn't even get beer right."

"Well......" Master stood up and wondered around for a minute. He looked up
at the kitchen ceiling. "There's a hook on the ceiling, up there." Master
Jack pointed. "We'll put his leash on that. When you're done with him, just
send him down and he'll leash himself up. He won't go anywhere then, and if
someone else wants him, the cunt will be there."

The men agreed to that. Tim was the first one to take a shot, his spit
missed and seeped into my nose. The men laughed. Then Sam hit my cheek and
Master Jack hit my forehead. Rick tried and hit my cheek. Next round, Tim
got a spitball into my mouth, and I swallowed it, taking his spit like I
took his cum. The men laughed at me.

One after another they spit into my mouth, or my face. I kept my eyes closed
through most of it, so I wouldn't get any in my eyes. Some of the spit made
it past my eyelids, and burned. But I knew I couldn't say anything, I just
took it, Spit covering my face and dripping into my hair. I Swallowed
spitball after spitball. I got a taste of the beer I had bough in the spit,
and lots of other things, I'm sure, as the men hocked up lugies to go into
my mouth.

Here I was, fucked to within an inch of my life, my cock still throbbing
from the beating they and I had given it, and now I was just a toy for their
game. It was humiliating. I was less then human, just an object for their
pleasure and their games. And I was helpless before them. I couldn't
disobey. I was a thing, a possession.

The game when on. The men started with a volley of spit, then slowed down.
Talking to each other. Master Jack and Tim finished their stories about me,
and what they had made me do. The two new men laughed at my humiliations and
spit in my face. Finally, the spit game became a side to their conversation.
I was totally degraded.

When it got late enough, the men decided to go to bed. Rick was declared the
winner. Master Jack asked if Rick wanted my collar, leash, or any other
toys, but Rick said no. He was going to fuck me and sent me down. Master
Jack kicked me and told me he would put my collar and leash outside his
door. I knew what to do with them.

The men headed to bed. Rick looked at my pitiful face and said "Crawl."

"Yes, Master." I croaked. I crawled off the table and crawled on my hands
and knees to follow my Master to his bed.

All the men were still naked, I crawled behind Rick and followed him into
his room. Rick got on the bed, and I could see his massive tool begin to
harden. "Get over here and suck me some, bitch."

"Yes, Master." I crawled to the bed and took his growing cock into my mouth.
Now that we were alone, I was still amazed at it's size. I fought to get it
all down, even thought it was still growing. I sucked and used my tongue,
keeping my lips close on the shaft. Rick just looked down at me. I got a
chance to really look at him some. Well-built, natural. His muscles were
there, but not the body-builder type. It looked more like he had a job that
worked them. He had a hansom face, with a bit of a upturned nose. He had
straight brown hair, parted on one side, that fell over his forehead. He had
deep, penetrating eyes. I continued to suck, gagging on his huge tool.

Rick used his hands to keep me working, taking my head all the way to the
base of his huge cock. I was glad I had had an opportunity to suck him
before, or I don't know if I could have deep-throated him like that. I keep
up my work.

After he was satisfied with my blow job, Rick pulled my head off and moved
up. He ordered me onto my back and aimed his huge cock for my open and
abused ass. Rick was the silent type, and just shoved in, moving further and
further up my ass. Once he was all the way in, the took my ankles and spread
them. Then he began to fuck me. His hips moved back and forth in me, when he
was out, I felt empty and deflated. When he was in me, I felt full and
bursting. Rick pumped slowly for some 10 minutes before really speeding up.
As his fucking got more and more demanding, he pulled on my legs. I felt
like he was going to split me two ways. His cock was going to bust me open
and he was going to pull my legs off. He thrust into to me all the way up to
the pubes. Forcing me to take his huge cock. Making me into his bitch. When
I looked into his eyes, they drilled into me, fucking my brain like he was
fucking my ass. The bed moved in his fucking, and my head hit the headboard.
I barely noticed. My world was full of his cock and it's huge penetration of
me.

Finally he came in me, grunting low. Rick stayed in me, breathing heavy, his
hands still keeping my legs apart. Rick was leaning over me, eyes closed.
Then he leaned back and shoved me, I followed his desires and got off the
bed. Rick fell on the bed, still breathing. I reached to clean him off. I
looked a little surprised at this and whispered "Jack has trained you well."
When I was finished, he said "Get out. I'm done."

"Yes, Master." I left the room. On my way back downstairs, I heard sounds
coming from one of the bedrooms. Two (at least) of the men were in a
fucksession, getting it on even after their abuse of me. I got my collar and
leash and made it to the living room.

There were beer bottles and clothes tossed everywhere. I though for a
second. Master wanted me to be leashed up in the kitchen, but I was also
supposed to take care of everything. I decided to clean up. I threw the
bottles away, and folded the clothes into neat stacks on the coffee table.
Then I clean up the spit that had missed me,  and headed to the kitchen.
There was a different mess there. I cleaned up the cum from the table and
the floor.

It was late, and I was exhausted. But I was also very horny. I had to admit
that being fucked and humiliated like I was had been a big turn-on. I wanted
nothing more than to obey Master, and this evening I had done quite a bit of
slave work. I put on my collar and attached the leash to a hook on the
ceiling. It was long enough for me to lay down on the floor, and I found I
could lay on a small rug in the kitchen like a bed. I beat myself off,
thinking of my humiliations, my fucking, and the cum and spit drying on me.
When I came, I just left it there, knowing no one could tell mine from any
of the others. I fell asleep, a totally degraded slave.

Early in the morning, I felt a shoe kicking me on the shoulder. I was hard,
but not too hard. I woke up and saw Sam standing over me.

"Get up, doggie."

"Yes, Master." I got up.  Sam was in running shorts and shoes. Sam looked
like a runner, with the long muscles and great chest you'd expect. He had
one of those hemp necklaces on his tanned neck. He had somewhat curly blond
hair. He was very, very sexy.

"Take off your collar. We're going for a run."

"Yes, Master." I undid the collar. I laid it on the counter. "Master, do you
want me to get shorts or shoes?" I hoped he would.

"No. You are going to be my dog. Dog's don't wear shoes or shorts."

"Yes, Master." I hung my head in shame. Sam smiled a sexy smile at me. I
wanted to please him just because he was so damn sexy. If being his dog is
what he wanted, that's what I would do.

"Heel, doggie."

"Do you want me on all fours, Master?" If he did, it was going to be really
tough.

"No, doggie, there's no way you could keep up. Come on, let's go."

Sam opened the sliding glass door and we went out in the pre-dawn. I
followed Sam down the stairs. Sam looked at me at the bottom of the stairs.
"Well, bitch, you're a mess. Let's clean you up." Sam found a hose and
turned the water on. He sprayed me like I was a dog. He had me turn around
and get clean on all sides. He had fun playing he water on my cock and
balls, making the shrink up. I was already small than Sam, and this made the
size difference even more.

Finally Sam was done, he turned off the water, said "Heel" and I followed
him onto the beach. Sam took off at a good pace and I followed like a good
dog.

Sam looked back at me as I caught up to him. "Fuck, what a fag. You should
see your dick swing back and forth. Go ahead, look down."

"Yes, Master." I looked. My dick was swinging back and forth as my legs ran
to follow my Master. My balls jingled like little bells. If they were, would
they ever be ringing. I was exposed and out in the open, following a sexy
runner in the morning on the beach.

While I was looking at my humiliation, Sam turned around and was running
backwards. "Fuck, this is great. Jack sure was right. It's great to take an
older dude like you and play with. This is going to be the best fucking week
ever."

"Yes, Master." I said. Sam laughed and turned around again so he could run
forward. I followed.

We ran a long time. I followed Sam as he headed up the beach. We passed
houses, and there were cars on the road, so I know someone saw me bare-assed
naked running, but we didn't meet anyone else. Finally, Sam slowed down,
stopping to catch his breath, his hand resting on his hips. I did the same
thing.

Panting, Sam ordered me "Kneel." I got on my knees. "Blow me."

"Yes, Master." I panted. I pulled his shorts down and moved my mouth onto
his cock. Even after the run, this dick was ready. It was growing long. I
began to suck, and he responded. His pants from running were taken over by
pants of sex.

His cock was long and thin, and hit the back of my throat. It was thinner
than Rick's was easier to get down. I applied suction and moved my tongue. I
was humiliated at having to do this to someone I hardly knew, out on the
beach, in public.

"Fuck this is great, we pounded real good into you last night, and here you
are sucking me down like a cockslut. That's what you are a cockslut, right?"

I didn't take his big dick out of my mouth, I just nodded. Sam's cock was
comfortable in my mouth, and he was gently moving his hips in and out. His
cock felt great, the silky softness covering the rock-hard shaft. I moved my
tongue on his piss slit and around the head. I felt him move his arms to
flex around, showing off. Sam must feel like a god with the sun coming up
and a guy years older swinging on his dick. I worked on the cock for a
while, then Sam's hand took over my head and moved it up and down on his
long shaft. Sam's hand forced me faster and faster on his huge cock, finally
slamming my face down to his pubes and shooting deep into my throat.

Sam growled heavy, letting out a form of bark as he came in me. He took a
couple of deep breaths and said "Swallow it dog, swallow." I swallowed.
Sam's sexy face looked down and another of his sexy smiles appeared.
Suddenly, piss began to flow from his cock. I was surprised, but began to
swallow the salty stuff down. Sam's sexy smile grew as he dominate me in
another way.

"Get up, lets go back."

"Yes, Master." I ran to catch up. I had sand on my knees, and my dick was
hard as I ran. The running got my dick to go down.

We ran all the way back, and I'm sure some of the people away were amazed to
see a naked man following a high school boy like a dog.

It was still very early when we got back. In the kitchen Sam said "You'd
better hook up again, I'm going back to bed. Good run, bitch."

"Thank you, Master." I put my collar and leash back on, laying back down on
the rug. The day and the week were just beginning.


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