Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 11:09:36 -0500
From: Rafi Daud <rafidaud69@gmail.com>
Subject: THE NIGHT erik.... Chapter 2: Returned to Training

       This story is either the true story of a nineteen-year-old boy named
erik who is being trained to be a total cock whore or a figment of the
author's imagination or a mixture of both.  It's up to the reader to decide
for himself which it is.  All I will say is that whether true or fictional,
the author is not erik, Master, or George.  He is simply the author.  This
is also copyrighted material.  So while you're welcome to make a personal
copy for yourself, any other reproduction or reposting is not allowed
without the prior written consent of the author.

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future chapters will be dependent on erik's willingness to continue to
share his on-going experience or on the author's ability to conjure up
future plot developments

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THE NIGHT erik.....


Chapter 2


.....RETURNED TO TRAINING


	erik didn't know what to expect as he walked up to George's house
on the cool September evening.  Back in January, after his initial joint
session with Master and George, Master had begun to dramatically increase
the number of His weekly sessions with erik and, as promised, George was
there for most of them.  Even though he never grew to like it, erik came to
expect being used as a urinal by both Men during those sessions, though
they never pissed into him as much as they had that first time. They began
to focus more on using the boy as a cum-dump than as a urinal - though erik
could always count on at least four loads of pee every session.  Since
Master made a point of never allowing erik to clean up after a session, the
teenager always stank of both piss and cum whenever Master finally let him
go back home.

        During one session, Master wouldn't let the boy relieve himself the
entire night.  Seeing that erik was in visible distress as he was leaving,
Master specifically ordered him not to stop on his trip home.  So erik had
no choice when his bladder finally gave way and he was only half-way home
but to remain in the driver's seat and let the pee run down his legs as he
just continued driving.  Needless to say, Master was greatly amused when
erik was later forced to admit that he'd peed himself in the car.
Fortunately, his parents were already in bed when he arrived and he didn't
have that embarrassment to explain.  But erik's car smelled like a public
toilet for weeks afterwards which only served to remind the boy just
exactly what he had been turned into - a human urinal for Real Men.

	But as the frequency of his training sessions went from once a week
to twice a week and then three or four times a week, erik began to
experience difficulty in integrating his increasing role as Master's (and
now George's) fuck-bitch with the rest of his life.  his mouth-cunt and his
pussy were sore all the time, even on the days when he wasn't being used by
Master and George.  And the sessions, themselves, were becoming
increasingly difficult for erik to handle.

	It was more than just the spankings and the fuckings and the
drinking of their piss - erik could live with that.  Hell, if truth be
told, erik was turned on by most of it.  he was always hard as a rock
during those sessions and invariably shot a load when either Man reamed out
his boycunt and frequently did the same thing when they spanked his
boy-ass, something Master loved to do.  erik had spent so much time licking
his spent boy-scuzz off the tile floor in Master's basement that he no
longer thought anything of it.

        What upset erik was the way both Men began to treat him as a
'thing' rather than as a person.  The final straw was when Master told him
he was no longer to use 'erik' as his name.  he was, after all, only a
bitch and bitches didn't have names.  And, as if to underline this point,
Master and George starting to simply refer to erik as 'it' in their
conversations.  Thus, Master asked George, "When would you like to use it
again?"  And George responded, "My wife will be out of town two days from
now.  That'll give us a chance to really have fun with it.  We can really
put it through its paces."

	erik recoiled at his complete objectification as a thing.  he
wasn't ready for that.  he still thought of himself as a person.  And when
Master suggested it was time for erik to move in with Him, erik panicked.
he told Master everything was moving too quickly for him and he needed time
to consider what was happening and that he had decided to end his training
for now.  Master warned the boy that he was making a mistake that he would
come to regret, but erik would not be dissuaded and the regularly scheduled
sessions came to an end.

	For the next six months, erik went back and forth in his own mind
as to what he wanted to do.  Throughout this whole period of time, the boy
assiduously kept his entire body shaved and continued to eschew underwear
of any kind.  When he thought about it, he had to admit that he now thought
of himself as a bitch, not as a Real Man, and he accepted the fact that
bitches didn't have body hair and didn't wear underwear.  So erik kept
shaving and kept free-balling it.  he was willing to accept that he was a
bitch and he knew that that's what bitches did.  But he was a bitch without
a Master and he knew that couldn't continue indefinitely.

        However, it wasn't as if he had foresworn sex with Real Men.  On
the contrary, while he had ended scheduled training sessions, he did not
cut off all contact with Master.  Every so often, Master would give him a
call and erik would go over to Master's house and reprise his role as his
Master's bitch, 'keeping his hand in it' as Master would say.  Sometimes
George would be there, too, and erik would serve both Men as their bitch
and as their urinal.

        Occasionally, when His wife was out of town, George would text erik
directly and order the boy to come over to His house.  erik, afraid of what
might happen if he refused, always obeyed and would normally spend the
entire night with George, servicing the Man with his mouth-cunt and his
pussy, however the Man wanted.  And, invariably, whenever either Man was
fucking his boycunt with erik stretched out in front of them on his hands
and knees like a bitch, the teenager would have his own boygasm, that he
would later lick off the floor as he'd been trained.

	But there was still a part of erik that didn't want to accept the
fact that he enjoyed serving as a bitch for Real Men.  he'd already had a
fore-taste of what life as a Real Man's bitch would be like and while erik
had to admit that he found the physical aspects exciting - there was no
question he was sexually aroused by being used and even abused by Real Men
- he wasn't sure whether he could handle the total loss of control over his
life that being a full-time bitch would entail.

        But even while his conscious thought-processes were still dealing
with the qualms the boy had about living the rest of his life as a
slave-bitch, erik's unconscious was definitely pushing him towards resuming
active training with Master.  During his training hiatus, erik found he was
having an increasing number of vivid dreams of the most lurid variety.
While Master and even George figured prominently in a number of them, as
time went by they more and more involved not the two Men who had already
fucked him but his brother Chad who he had secretly lusted after for years,
ever since erik had first spied on him while Chad was jerking off.
Invariably, erik was his brother's sex slave in these dreams, slavishly
serving not only as his brother's cum-dump but as his urinal as well.  And
being erik's Master in these dreams, Chad began to take on the persona of
one.  He no longer called erik his 'baby bro;' now he was Chad's 'baby
bitch.'  And Chad used him just like a bitch, too, spanking his ass hard
enough to make him cry, fucking his pussy relentlessly until erik was
begging him to go easier on him.

	What erik found most disconcerting about his dreams of Chad was
that more than once he woke up to find not merely that his boy-cock was
hard and throbbing - that pretty much happened every morning now - but that
he had actually shot a load of boy-juice while he was dreaming and was
covered in his thick white cream.  As he been trained, he dutifully scraped
the dried cum off his body and sucked it into his mouth without even
thinking about it.  Master had always insisted that erik eat his cum after
he shot off and erik had continued that practice even though he was no
longer under Master's supervision.  It just seemed right, somehow, and erik
had come to actually enjoy the taste of his own boy-scuzz, not that this
information was something he could ever imagine sharing with someone else.

	But as the dreams of his older brother fucking and abusing him
became more frequent, erik found that just seeing Chad in the kitchen
grabbing a snack was enough to give erik a raging hard-on.  erik knew Chad
had a nice thick 8-inch cock.  erik wanted to feel that cock up his pussy,
so bad.  So bad.  he really did want to be Chad's 'baby bitch,' and more
than once he caught himself actually flirting with his own brother when the
two of them were alone.  erik knew he was playing with fire and tried to
put a damper on his libido but, living under the same roof with his
brother, he was afraid it was only a matter of time before he crossed the
line and exposed himself as the cock-hungry boy-bitch he was realizing he'd
become.

        So it was not surprising that, as the months dragged on, erik
slowly came to the realization that however difficult it might be to live
the rest of his life as a bitch for Real Men, there was something inside of
him that would only be fulfilled if he did.  Regardless of how he'd been
raised and how he had formerly thought of himself, he was, in the core of
his being, a bitch and the only real question was whether he was going to
allow himself to live as he was meant to live - as a slave-bitch for Real
Men.

	It was early September when erik finally decided it was time to
resume his training to be a Real Man's total cock whore.  The first thing
he did was to inform his parents that he had put down a deposit on an
apartment and was going to be moving out in a month.  he told them that he
thought it was about time for him to be living on his own.  The truth was
that erik believed it would be a lot easier for him to resume his role as a
bitch in training if he didn't have to worry about running into his parents
or his brother Chad whenever he returned from a session with Master,
reeking of cum and piss.  And he also wouldn't have to worry so much about
making some unreciprocated move on his brother if he wasn't seeing him on a
daily basis.

        Next, he contacted both Master and George and asked them if they
would consider using him on a weekly basis.  erik also told both Men that
he thought it was time he expanded the number of Men he was servicing and
asked them if they could ask some of their friends if they would like to
make use of erik, too.  Not surprisingly, both Men were agreeable to
increasing the frequency of their use of erik's body and also to
introducing more Men to erik who would use the boy for their pleasure.

	Master was busy that first weekend after erik contacted him, but
George was free.  He texted the boy that His wife was going to be out
Friday night with some friends.  erik was directed to come by at 7:00 p.m.,
let himself in, strip off all his clothes and then go into the living room
and assume the proper bitch position, just like he would do at Master's
house.  erik was nervous as he always was when he had a session with George
but he arrived on time, removed all his clothing, and went to the living
room.  he dropped down on his knees, making sure they were spread far
apart, and placed his hands behind his head.  And then he waited, eyes cast
down, fully aware that his nineteen-year-old boyclit was sticking out from
his hairless groin, as hard as iron.

	George kept him waiting five minutes and erik, kneeling naked on
the floor of the living room of one of his Dad's best friends as the time
slowly passed, became increasingly uncomfortable, all too aware that he
would be fully exposed to anyone who came through the front door.  What if
George's wife came home early and saw him that way?  How could he possibly
explain what was going on?  What if his Dad stopped by?  Oh my God, what
would his Dad think if he came in and saw his son kneeling stark naked in
another man's house?  Despite the coolness of the room, erik began to break
out in a nervous sweat.  But, finally, just as the tension in erik seemed
almost unbearable, George came into the room and erik almost sighed aloud
in relief.  But his relief was short lived.  George circled the boy, just
looking at him, not saying anything at first.  And then He began in on him.

	"bitch, I can't believe what a submissive slut you've become.  you
are such a complete whore.  Can't get enough of My cock up your pussy, can
you boy?  Just look at yourself, you little slut - your boy-cock just won't
go down when you're around Real Men.  You really are one hell of a
cock-whore."

	Hearing George carrying on like this, like He always did when He
had erik naked in His house, made the boy blush a flaming red.  It was so
embarrassing to hear himself described that way, particularly by a Man he'd
known almost his entire life - a Man who had seen him grow up from a little
kid to become a studly, masculine-appearing teenager, only now the Man was
fucking that teenager like He fucked His wife - but harder, a lot harder.
erik might be masculine-appearing but, deep inside, he was a pussy, a boy
with a hungry cunt between his legs, a boy who needed to be a slave-bitch
for Real Men to use.  Even though erik was coming to understand that this
was true, it was always humiliating to hear Real Men describe him that way.

	But George was just beginning.  "you know, bitch," He continued,
"it does give Me a real high to be fucking the teenage son of one of my
best friends, a boy I watched growing up and wondered about, a boy I now
bend over and fuck like the sleazy whore he is.  But I wonder about your
Dad, boy.  I wonder."  He paused here and put His fist underneath erik's
chin, forcing the boy's head up so he was looking straight in the Man's
face.  "Does your father know what you do, boy?  Does he have any idea that
his youngest son, the boy he was so proud of when he was growing up, is a
cocksucking boy-slut who's peddling his pussy to any Real Man who wants it?
Does he have any idea what a piece of trash you've become?"

	erik squirmed under the Man's unrelenting contempt.  he was so
mortified by the question he could feel tears forming in his eyes, but just
looking at the Man, erik knew He wanted an answer.  "No, Sir," erik managed
to reply in a whisper.  "He has no idea...what i am....what i've become."
erik just managed to avoid sobbing aloud.

	George shook His head.  He was enjoying taunting the little bitch
immensely and it was all He could do to keep his face grim as He went on.
"you know, erik, I don't feel good about deceiving your father.  I mean,
I'm over at your house all the time and I see you walking around and I hear
your father saying how proud he is of you and I never tell him the truth -
that you are really just a low-life cock-craving slut who takes dick down
his throat and up his ass and even lets Men piss in his mouth - and then
actually swallows it, too.  I mean, boy, don't you think your father has a
right to know - a right to know the truth about his little boy - about the
cock-whore he raised and who's running around sucking dick and getting his
pussy fucked and making a mockery of everything he's been taught about
being a 'man.'  you, a 'man.'  How laughable is that?  Don't you think your
Dad has the right to know the truth about you?"

	"Oh, please, Sir," erik begged, blinking back the tears that were
now crowding his eyes.  "Don't tell my Dad.  Please.  It would kill him if
he found out about me.  Please don't tell him, Sir."

	"I don't know, boy," George responded.  "I just don't feel right
not telling him the truth about you.  Of course, he might not believe me if
I did.  After all, what father wants to believe the son he raised and doted
on and put so much effort into raising as a man has turned out to be a
piss-drinking cum-dump with a pussy between his legs.  I mean, your Dad
would find it hard to believe even if he heard it from a good friend like
me.  He probably wouldn't believe it unless he actually saw it."

	George paused for a second, as if mulling the problem over.  "No, I
suppose the only way I could convince him for sure is if I invited him over
here while I was fucking your bitch boy-twat so he could see for himself
what a piss-drinking cum-dump you really are.  What do you think, boy?  Is
that what I should do?  Invite your Dad over so he can see his precious
little boy in action with a Real Man?"

	"No, Sir.  Oh, please no, Sir," erik groveled.  "Don't let my Dad
see me like this.  It would just destroy him, Sir.  It really would."

	"So," the Man continued, no longer able to suppress his grin, "you
don't want me to tell your father that you're a piss-drinking cum-dump with
a pussy between your legs?"

	"No, Sir.  Please don't do that, Sir."

	"Do what, boy?" George pressed.

	"Tell my Dad, Sir," erik responded.

	"Tell him what, boy?"  George continued.

	erik looked at him in despair.  he didn't want to say it but he
knew that the Man wouldn't relent until he did.  Sobbing, he gave in, "that
i'm a piss-drinking cum-dump with a pussy between my legs."

	But George wasn't finished with erik yet.  "But that's the truth,
isn't it, boy?'

	"Yes, sir," erik said in a soft voice.

	"You admit it, don't you, boy?" the Man kept at him.

	"Yes, sir," erik conceded.  "i admit it."

	"Then I want to hear you say it, bitch.  Say it like you mean it."

	erik looked up at the Man, his eyes begging Him not to make erik do
this.  But George was not to be deterred.  Audibly crying, erik finally
managed to croak out, "i'm a piss-drinking cum-dump with a pussy between my
legs."

	"Louder, boy," George responded, not yet satisfied.  "I want you to
shout it out - to shout out that you're a disgusting teenage piss-drinking
cum-dump with a pussy between your legs.  Shout it out, boy, so that even
my neighbors know what you are."

	The tears were flowing freely now as erik, no longer able to look
at the Man, screamed at the top of his lungs.  "i'm a disgusting teenage
piss-drinking cum-dump with a pussy between my legs."

	There was a momentary silence which was finally broken when George
ordered, "Look at me, boy."

	erik forced himself to look up at the man.  he couldn't understand
why the Man was always so mean to him.  erik let the man fuck his mouth and
fuck his pussy; he let the Man use him as a urinal and he even swallowed
the Man's pee.  Why wasn't that enough?  Why did the Man always have to
humiliate him, too?  But erik said nothing.  he knew that even asking such
a question would just make things worse for him.

	"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it bitch?"  George asked the
teenager.

	"No, Sir," the boy agreed, knowing it was the only acceptable
answer.

	"But you are, you little slut, aren't you," George asked with a
smirk.  "your little boyclit is just pumping out the pre-cum, isn't it, you
fucking cock-whore?"

	A quick glance down at his hairless groin showed erik that the Man
was right.  his boy-cock was sticking straight up in the air, its head
coated with his teenage pre.  Why was he always so turned on when Men were
humiliating him - what was wrong with him?  Aloud, he merely agreed with
George, "Yes, sir.  My boyclit is hard as a rock, Sir."

	"Well, My cock is hard as a rock, too, bitch," George observed,
unzipping his fly and extracting his hard 7-inch boner, "and it's time you
did something about that.  So open that mouth-cunt of yours wide, faggot;
I've got a load of Man-seed that's got your name on it.  And watch the
fucking teeth, bitch, if you know what's good for you."

	With that, George grabbed the back of the boy's head and just
jammed his hard dick halfway down erik's throat.  In just seconds, he was
face-fucking the teenager with a vengeance.

	erik still had a pretty strong gag reflex and he choked and gagged
as the Man repeatedly shoved His hard tube of flesh all the way down the
teenager's throat.  The boy's struggles to swallow His hard cock amused
George and He seemed to take particular pleasure in roughly jamming His
dick balls-deep into the teenager's mouth and then holding it there until
the boy's eyes took on the glaze of panic as he struggled to breathe.

	"bitch," George laughed, shaking His head after a particularly
vicious thrust down erik's throat had left the boy coughing and gagging,
"you need a lot more practice servicing a Man's cock.  But, now that you're
back in training," He continued, just as He once again drove His throbbing
dick all the way back down the teenager's throat, "that's one thing you're
going to get.  We'll make a decent cocksucker out of you yet."

	With that, the Man went back to mouth-fucking erik with abandon.
It wasn't long before He felt His hot cum churning in His balls.  He
delivered a few rapid thrusts in and out of the boy's tight throat and
then, as His orgasm hit, He grabbed the back of erik's head and crushed the
boy's face right against His abdomen as His cock exploded with cum.

	erik could feel the hot man-scuzz shooting down his stretched-out
throat.  George was shooting a big load into his stomach, that was obvious.
erik knew he should be looking at the Man's eyes as He shot off, but his
face was pressed so hard into His hairy crotch that it was hard to even see
George's face.  After maybe a full minute, erik was able to tell that the
Man's orgasm was over but George didn't release His grip on the teenager's
head.  He continued to hold it pressed firmly against His groin, His big
cock still wedged in erik's mouth, making it almost impossible for the boy
to breathe.

	Unable to catch a breath, the teenager really began to panic.  he
tried to move his head backwards but he only managed to extrude an inch of
cock before George applied more pressure to keep him in place.  Now,
though, erik could once again see the Man's eyes and it was obvious that He
was enjoying the boy's growing terror.  He held erik in place for another
thirty seconds, openly laughing as the boy's eyes widened as the fear and
panic surged inside of him.  Then, His cold blue eyes twinkling with
amusement, He finally removed His hand from the back of the boy's head,
allowing erik to back up and expel the cock from his throat.

	erik sank to his haunches, gasping for air, the tears freely
flowing down his face.  It took nearly two minutes before he was able to
regulate his breathing so he was no longer just gulping the air in.  He
looked back up at George and saw that the Man was still standing directly
in front of him, holding His cock.  He had a look of impatience on His
face.

	"Straighten up, bitch," he ordered.  "Clean My cock off with your
faggot mouth."

	"Yes, sir," erik murmured, returning to a kneeling position and
taking the Man's slowly softening penis into his mouth.  he laved it with
his tongue for a full minute, licking off scattered remnants of the Man's
jizz.

        George let the boy work on His cock for a while before he pulled it
back so that it was outside the boy's mouth but directly in front of his
face.  "Now clean the slit out boy - with your tongue.  And make sure you
suck out any of my Man cream that's still inside.  you don't want to waste
any of My precious seed, do you, faggot?"

	"No, Sir," erik replied submissively as he brought his hand up to
hold the Man's cock in place as he leaned forward and began to suck on the
crown of the Man's dick.  He could feel a few stray strands of ball-juice
coating his tongue, which he quickly swallowed.  Then, convinced that he
had, indeed, sucked up every last gob of Man-seed, he stuck his tongue out
and began probing the Man's slit with its tip, making sure it was clean,
trying not to visualize how he must look, a young nude teenage boy on his
knees, sticking his tongue up the piss-slit of a Man old enough to be his
father.

	George let the boy work on His cock for a couple of minutes before
He was satisfied that the punk had done a good job.  Then He simply stepped
backwards and sat down, leaving the teenager kneeling in front of Him.  He
was obviously more relaxed now that He had emptied His balls down the boy's
throat, but that didn't mean He was going to let the faggot relax, too.

	"you just stay where you are, bitch," He ordered.  He sat there
looking at erik for a while before He began speaking again.

	"you know, I would have thought you'd want to avoid me boy - me,
knowing your Dad so well.  I would have thought you'd be really embarrassed
to have one of your old Man's best friends fucking your pussy and your
mouth-cunt.  But obviously not boy.  you're such a horny little bitch
faggot you can't help yourself.  So, pussyboy, why did you call me and ask
if I wanted to fuck you more frequently - every week was the way you put
it?  And you want me to invite some of my friends to use you, too.  Are you
that horny for cock, you little slut?"

	There was no way erik could answer that question without
embarrassing himself, so he just told the truth.  "i figured, Sir, that it
was time for me to resume my training as a bitch.  i thought about it long
and hard and i realized that a 'bitch' is what i am and will probably
always be and it's time i was trained so that i can provide the level of
pleasure Real Men, like You, expect from their bitches.  i didn't know
anyone besides You and Master who could help me in this, so i called You
and Master.  Master said he's willing to help me out just like You are,
Sir."

	"Yeah, I know, bitch," George nodded.  "I've already talked to Him.
We both agreed it was about time you got back in training - you've got a
lot of lost ground to make up, boy, and, of course, you're going to have to
be punished for breaking training in the first place.  you understand that,
bitch, don't you?"

	"Yes, sir," erik replied, trying to mask his concern.  he had been
pretty sure that he would be punished for ending his training in January so
the Man's threat was not unexpected.  What erik was worried about, however,
was his pain tolerance.  he had already learned that bitches were routinely
expected to suffer physical pain for the pleasure of Real Men, but the boy
was worried that he wouldn't be able to endure the pain he was likely to
experience without making a spectacle of himself.  he thought that this was
as good a time as any to broach that topic.

	"Sir," he said in his most submissive tone, "may I ask you a
question?"

	George sat back and just looked at the boy.  The fact that the
little whore had asked for permission to ask a question was a sign that the
cunt hadn't forgotten all of his training during the long hiatus.  Pleased
by this, the Man decided to give the teenager His permission.  "you may ask
a question, bitch," He agreed.

	"Sir," erik began, "i know i don't have the greatest tolerance for
pain, not the way a bitch should have, Sir.  What i was wondering, Sir, is
whether You and Master would work to increase my pain tolerance so that i
can perform at a level expected of a well-trained slave-bitch?"

	The Man was clearly surprised by erik's question.  He sat there,
looking at the teenager for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing.
"Oh, don't you worry, boy," He finally said, when He got control of
Himself, "I can guarantee that your Master and me will both be more than
willing to work on increasing your tolerance for pain.  Oh, yeah, bitch,"
he continued, chuckling aloud, "that I can definitely guarantee."

	"Thank you, Sir," the boy dutifully replied, disconcerted but not
surprised by the Man's reaction to his request.  But erik had meant what he
said.  he did want to increase his tolerance for pain.  Right now, it
didn't seem to take much to make him cry and, even though he was pretty
sure that the Men using him enjoyed seeing him cry like a little girl when
they abused his body, erik knew he needed to be able to suffer their abuse
without breaking down like a baby every time they hurt him.  It should take
a lot of pain to make a well-trained bitch cry and that was what erik had
decided he wanted to be - a well-trained bitch.

	George was still laughing when he happened to glance over and see
the clock.  It was almost exactly 8:00 p.m., time for His show.  He picked
up the remote and glanced over at erik.  "You just cuddle up at my feet,
bitch.  There's a show on I want to watch.  You just lie there and keep
your fucking mouth shut.  Understand, cuntboy?"

	"Yes, Sir," erik responded, grateful to be getting off his knees.
Even though the floor was carpeted and it was a lot easier kneeling on it
than Master's tile floor, the boy's knees were beginning to hurt after
nearly an hour on them.  It was a pain erik had become somewhat used to -
not that he had any choice.  Early on in his training, he had made the
mistake of complaining about it to Master, who had proceeded to spank the
crap out of the boy's ass for his temerity, assuring the teenager as He
whaled away at his inflamed butt, that by the time Master was finished with
him, erik wouldn't even notice the pain in his knees.  Master had been
right, too.  For the rest of that evening, the pain surging from his
battered ass totally overrode any discomfort he was feeling from continuing
to have to kneel in position.  erik learned his lesson, though.  he never
again complained about any pain he was feeling from maintaining his proper
position on the floor.  he knew what would happen to him if he did.

	erik got onto the floor right next to George's feet.  As he did, he
recalled how Speedster, his old Dalmatian, used to curl up underneath his
Dad's feet years ago.  The parallel was pretty clear - the only difference
was that while erik was clearly a bitch, Speedster had been all male.  erik
couldn't help smiling as he recalled watching his dog fuck a bitch he
cornered in the back-yard.  erik was maybe thirteen at the time and
remembered how shocked he had been at just how big Speedster's penis was,
once fully aroused.  No one else had been around, so erik was able to watch
the dog fucking the bitch all the way to its conclusion.  he saw the huge
knob that Speedster forced up the bitch's pussy and then watched, totally
fascinated, as Speedster, once knotted inside his bitch, flipped around and
stood there, ass to ass, just pumping his doggy-seed into her.  erik
couldn't believe how much seed that dog seemed to shoot.  They'd stayed
locked together a good ten, maybe fifteen minutes, before Speedster finally
pulled out, looking totally contented and sated as he walked to a corner of
the yard, curled up and went to sleep.  The bitch, leaking cum from her
pussy, seemed pretty happy too as she slowly ambled across the lawn and out
of their lot.  Just remembering all that as he lay huddled at George's feet
kept a smile on his erik's lips as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

	he awoke with a sharp pain in his side.  Immediately, his entire
body flushed and he glanced frantically down at his groin.  his boy-clit
was still a rigid tube of throbbing meat and the head was clearly coated
with fresh pre-cum but there was no evidence that erik had experienced a
boygasm.  'It was a dream,' he told himself.  'It was a dream.'  But as he
recalled the details of the dream, erik could feel the blush deepening all
over his body.

	The boy couldn't remember all of it, but what he could was
profoundly embarrassing.  he was on all fours, like he frequently was,
surrounded by a group of Men who were mocking and ridiculing him as erik
writhed under a violent anal assault.  Master and George were standing
right in front of him and both Men were convulsed with laughter.  he could
feel a huge cock inside his pussy, bigger than anything he'd ever felt
before, and it was being banged into him with incredible force.  The boy
was just about to turn around to see who was fucking him when he felt a
pointed jab in his side.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw Speedster
looming over him.  A scream of horror burst through his lips but quickly
morphed into a shriek of ecstasy as erik's hard boy-cock began shooting a
massive load of boy-cream all over the floor.  he had orgasmed as his pussy
was being pounded and the watching Men went wild at the spectacle he was
making of himself.

	Just as erik was recalling the profound mortification that had
swept over him in his dream, an even sharper jab of pain in his side forced
him to concentrate on his present reality.  he heard George above him
angrily asking, "Are you deaf, you stupid cunt?  I told you to get up and
get your fucking ass into the kitchen."  This was followed by yet another
sharp jab of pain in his side which erik now realized was being caused by
George kicking him.

	The boy began to struggle to his feet, only to have George roughly
push him back to the floor.  "Who the fuck told you to stand up, you
fucking piece of shit?  you're a fucking bitch and bitches don't walk like
Men, they crawl like the animals they are.  So get on your hands and knees
and crawl out to my kitchen, cuntboy.  I want to fuck that tight little
twat-hole you've got between your legs and I don't want you spraying your
fucking boy-seed all over my living room carpet.  So get moving, bitch."

	'Yes, Sir," erik replied, hurrying to get on all fours and start
making his way towards the kitchen.  He was rewarded by a stinging slap to
his right butt cheek.  "Get moving, you fucking faggot," George ordered.
And, as erik started crawling forward added, "and don't forget to wiggle
your tail back and forth like a bitch in heat."

	As the boy obediently began wiggling his ass as he crawled towards
the kitchen, he felt himself blushing again.  he couldn't help but be
reminded of that disgusting dream he had just had.  How could he have even
had a dream like that?  What was wrong with him?  Jeez, had he'd actually
cum in his dream while Speedster was fucking him?  How sick would that be?
But was it Speedster fucking him?  erik vaguely remembered being mounted by
a hairy old guy as the crowd of on-lookers urged the Man on.  What had
happened to Him?  Had he been imagining, in his dream, that it was
Speedster fucking him when it was still that old guy?  But the whole thing
had been a dream.  Nothing like it had ever happened to erik.  he couldn't
remember having ever seen that old guy before.  And he had never been
fucked like that in front of a crowd of Men.  At least not yet.  So, yeah,
obviously, he had just imagined the whole thing so anything was possible
since the whole thing was just a dream, but why had he imagined what he
had?

        erik continued to mentally wrestle with that question as he crawled
through the hall towards the kitchen.  he knew you couldn't control dreams.
Dreams were filled with crazy shit all the time.  They didn't mean
anything, he told himself - the dream he had just had didn't mean anything.
But there was one question he couldn't answer that did worry him - why was
his boy-clit so rock-hard when he woke up?  That hadn't been something he
had just imagined; that was real. he had been fully, achingly erect when he
woke up.  Had he actually been turned on by a dream that perverted, that
sick?  Just how depraved was he becoming?

        All this inner turmoil, however, was quickly shunted aside once
erik made it into the kitchen.  "Spread those legs apart, bitch," George
roughly ordered.  "It's time for that sweet pussy of yours to get a good
workout."

	As erik struggled to get his knees as far apart as possible on the
kitchen floor and arched his back as he'd been taught to provide a better
angle of entry for the Man who was about to fuck his boy-twat, he heard
George rummaging around in one of the kitchen cabinets.  The Man must have
found what He'd been looking for because the boy could hear George walking
back over to him.

	"bitch," He said, "I'm doing you a favor tonight but don't expect
it again in the future."

	erik felt a greasy hand on his butt and then two fingers were
roughly inserted into his boy-hole.  They rummaged around for a few second
and then were withdrawn and replaced by the top of a plastic bottle.  erik
didn't dare turn around to look, but it seemed to him that the Man was
lubing up his pussy with cooking oil.  The teenager could tell that some of
the oil was being squeezed up his hole, but he quickly caught his breath
when the bottle was yanked out of his ass and replaced by the head of the
Man's cock.  erik tried to relax, hoping that George would ease His large
cock slowly into erik's tight hole, letting his boypussy get used to have a
throbbing piece of man-meat stuffing his fuck-hole before the Man started
in on hard fucking.  But he knew that wasn't George's way.  Sure enough, a
moment later erik was screaming in pain as the Man buried his hard tool all
the way up the teenager's clutching fuck-chute in one cunt-busting thrust.

	"ARRGGHH," erik heard himself shout.  he knew it was a mistake to
scream; he knew it always made the Man fuck him even harder.  But erik
couldn't help himself.  It hurt so bad.  The boy just couldn't help
himself.  He cried out again as the Man totally withdrew His cock and then
pounded His way back in through the teenager's tender cunt-lips.

	"Go ahead and scream, bitch," George laughed, not easing up in the
slightest.  "There's no one to hear you and it really turns Me on the way
you carry on like a little girl when you're getting your tight little pussy
fucked by a Real Man.  So, go ahead, cuntboy, scream as much as you want.
It's fucking music to my ears."

	erik tried to control himself.  he knew the Man was telling the
truth - he knew his screams and cries and tears just egged the Man on to
fuck him harder and harder.  But he really couldn't help himself.  It hurt
so bad.  It hurt so fucking BAD.  The Man was using all of His 6'2" frame
to bang the shit out of the boy's hole.  It was the roughest fuck the boy
had ever experienced.  By far.  It felt like the Man was tearing the shit
out of his poor pussy-lips.  Despite all his efforts to keep quiet, erik
was moaning and grunting and at times screeching as he was relentlessly
pounded all across the tile floor of George's kitchen.

	And throughout his long and brutal fuck, George subjected the boy
to a continuous stream of invective and insult.  "That's it, you fucking
slut, work that hole around my cock.  You love it, you little bitch, don't
you.  Admit it, this is what you live for, having your hungry teenage
boycunt reamed out be a Real Man.  Having a Real Man turn you into the
pussy-bitch you were always meant to be.  That's what you want, you little
whore, that's what you always want - a Real Man inside your pussy fucking
your brains out.  Isn't it, fuck-boy?  Isn't it?

	Beneath the Man, erik knew that the smart thing would be to agree
with George, to tell Him what He definitely wanted to hear.  And erik would
have done so, too, if only he could have stopped crying and squealing long
enough to form the words.  But, as it was, the pain was just too great, too
all-encompassing.  It felt like the Man was literally going to split him in
two.  All erik could hope for was that it would be over soon; that the raw
agony he was feeling would finally come to an end.

	Instead, the brutal fuck just went on and one.  It was obvious that
the Man fucking him was in no hurry to bring matters to a climax.  He was
having way too much fun fucking the boy, fucking the boy's cunt which was
so much tighter than His wife's, even now after he'd been deep-dicking it a
good ten minutes and it had loosened up and was beginning to get sloppy.
Even sloppy and quivering the boy's fuck-hole was the tightest thing George
had fucked in years and He wanted to draw things out and really enjoy this
fuck.

	And hearing the boy crying and carrying on, squealing like a girl
taking her first dick up her pussy, really did make things so much hotter
for the Man.  Here He was fucking the living shit out of a
nineteen-year-old boy, a young stud who'd played football and soccer on his
high school teams, the son of one of his best friends, and the little bitch
was just taking it, just letting the Man use and abuse his hole, letting
the Man hurt him so much that he was crying and sobbing and even
occasionally shrieking like a little girl the whole time he was being
fucked.

        But though the boy begged and pleaded with the Man to go easier -
not to fuck him so hard - erik never made any real effort to defend
himself.  The boy wasn't big enough to have a real chance against George,
but any Real Man, any masculine boy, would at least make the effort.  The
fact that erik didn't spoke volumes about him.  he really was just a pussy,
a bitch for Real Men to use any way they wanted to.  erik might have a pair
of gonads dangling down in his scrotum but he didn't have any balls - not
any real balls.  he really was nothing more than a submissive cuntboy with
a pussy between his legs.  And George knew the teenager deserved anything
He wanted to do to him.

	Watching the boy writhe underneath him, George couldn't help but
smile.  'If only his old man could see him now,' he thought.  'It would
blow his fucking mind, watching his son get bitched out like a ten-cent
whore.'  And then, even though he was sure of what he'd find, he reached
under the boy's stomach and grabbed the teenage boy-cock jutting out from
his groin.  Sure enough.  It was hard as nails, and the head was coated
with pre.  The little whore couldn't help himself.  Stick a hard cock up
his pussy, diddle it for just a bit, and the little fuck-bitch would get
hard as concrete.  erik was already such a fucking cock-whore; God knew
what he'd be like by the time they finished training him up.  This was
obviously a boy born to sexually service Men and George was merely putting
him to the use he had always been predestined for.

	"you want to cum, boy?" He asked aloud, making no effort to
disguise the scorn He felt for the young fuckboy.  "you want to shoot your
load of slimy boy-scuzz while a Real Man makes you his bitch, while a Real
Man batters your boycunt into mush?"

	Beneath him, even in the agony of the brutal assault he was
enduring, the Man's words were sufficient to make erik cringe in
embarrassment.  Even though it happened virtually every time he got fucked,
the teenager still found it humiliating that his boy-cock never failed to
plump up and harden whenever he had a dick up his pussy.  And it didn't
seem to matter how hard the boy's fuck-hole was being cored out.  Stick a
cock up his cunt and erik got hard.  he was a complete cock-slut - even
erik had to admit that now.  But being one was still incredibly
embarrassing to the boy and the fact that the men using him knew that
that's what he was always made erik feel so dirty, so bespoiled.  he was a
disgusting faggot cock-whore and he deserved to be fucked and abused by
Real Men for their pleasure.

	Aloud, in between grunts and moans, erik managed to squeak out a
"Yes, Sir.  Please, Sir."  erik knew that George wasn't surprised.  It had
to be obvious that the boy was already a complete cock-slut who couldn't
control himself.  The need to cum was now uppermost in his mind and erik
didn't care what it said about him that he was turned on by being brutally
raped.  All he cared about now was emptying his churning boy-balls,
shooting a load of boy-seed out of his throbbing boyclit.

	"you fucking cunt," George snorted, slapping the boy's butt-cheek
hard.  A spray of water splattered onto the floor.  The boy's entire body
was dripping sweat like a pig on a spit.  Of course, George thought, that's
just what the boy was - a fucking cock-pig on a spit, getting his teenage
pussy reamed out by a Real Man.  He reached back under the boy and grabbed
his throbbing boyclit, squeezing it hard, making the little whore buck and
squeal.  He started roughly stroking the bitch-boy off while at the same
time increasing the force of his thrusts up the teenager's cunt, battering
the boy's prostate on every stroke.

	In less than a minute, the Man could feel the cock in his hand
quivering and jerking.  He gave one last hard squeeze and then let go as
the teenager's boyclit started spewing out hot seed all over the floor.
Excited, as He always was, by making the little fuck-whore cum while his
boycunt was being ravaged by a hard cock, George picked up the pace of His
fucking even more and, after three massive thrusts that moved the boy four
feet across the floor, felt His own cock explode with Man-scuzz inside
erik's stretched-out and battered fuck-hole.  Screaming like a banshee, He
pounded every drop of His thick seed deep inside the boy's spasming cunt.

	George rested His weight on the boy's heaving body, noting how
slick with sweat the boy was.  He had really put the punk through his paces
tonight.  He didn't have any doubt that the little whore would still be
sore on Monday when he went back to work and that thought brought a
satisfied smile to the Man's face.  Having this bitch return to training
had been the answer to His and Master's prayers.  They were going to have
so much fun turning this teenager into a totally compliant cock-whore.  By
the time they finished with him, erik wouldn't remember what it was like to
wake up in the morning and not feel the pain of a totally ravaged boycunt.

	The Man looked up at the kitchen wall clock and realized that His
wife would probably be home in about forty-five minutes.  It was time to
get the little fuck bitch out of there and get the place straightened up.
Roughly, He yanked His softening cock out of the boy's battered bung and
slowly got to His feet.  He couldn't help chuckling in amusement as erik
immediately crouched down and began licking his spent boy-seed off the
kitchen floor.  The little cuntboy was already such a submissive bitch.  It
wasn't going to be long before there wasn't anything they couldn't do to
the little whore.

	George headed off towards the bathroom where He picked up a soiled
towel.  When He returned to the kitchen, He was pleased to note that,
having cleaned up every strand of his boygasm, erik had returned to his
position on his hands and knees, his now gaping boycunt spread wide, ready
for any further use that George might choose to make of it.

	George had to admit that the little slut's pussy certainly looked
enticing, yawning open the way it was.  And it was gratifying to see a
bubble of His Man-cum dribbling past the teenager's battered and visibly
swollen cunt-lips.  Despite the fact that He had just shot off a massive
load of stud-cream, He could feel His own cock tingling with renewed
interest.  But a quick glance at the clock convinced the Man that He just
didn't have enough time.  He couldn't risk having His wife walk in while He
was fucking the crap out of one of their friend's sons.  'Damn,' He
thought.  'I'd really like to plow the bitch's fuckhole again but there
just isn't time.'  But then He remembered that His wife was going to be
gone the entire next weekend, visiting her family.  A broad grin erupted on
His face.  Next weekend - yeah, next weekend - He was going to really show
the little cuntboy what a Real Man could do to a bitch like him when He had
him for an entire night.  Next weekend was going to be fantastic.

	"bitch," He called out.  Immediately, erik raised his head and
turned to face Him.  George threw him the towel.  "Clean yourself up.
you're a fucking mess."

	"Yes, Sir," the boy immediately replied, his face showing his
surprise.  George knew that the boy's Master never let the bitch clean
himself up before sending him home, but George actually found it vaguely
erotic to watch the boy clean up after being used hard, particularly the
way he always winced when he touched his sore cunt-lips.  This time, the
teenager actually groaned out loud when the fabric rubbed across his
swollen rosette.  George could feel His cock hardening even more and He
figured He'd better get the boy out of there soon or He might not be able
to control Himself.

	He walked back to the living room and picked up the boy's clothes
from the chair.  Returning to the kitchen, he simply flung them on the
floor in front of the teenager.  "you've got one minute to get dressed and
get your sloppy cunt out of My house.  Understand, faggot?"

	"Yes, Sir," erik answered, jumping to his feet and grabbing his
clothes.  It didn't take the boy much more than half a minute to get
dressed.  Of course, since he wasn't allowed to wear underwear, there
really weren't that many articles of clothing to put on.  George was amused
to hear the boy groan again as he pulled his jeans up over his hips.  Yeah,
there was no question, the bitch's cunt was still going to be sore on
Monday.  That made George feel good.  Real good.

	Once erik was dressed, George just looked at him and ordered.  "Get
the fuck out of my house, cuntboy.  I'll text you during the week so that
you'll know when to be here for our next session."

	"Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir," the boy responded not looking up.
George wasn't sure whether that was because the boy was embarrassed by what
had happened that night or simply because his submissive nature kept him
from looking a Real Man directly in the face.  And, truth be told, George
didn't give a fuck either way.  Now that He was finished with the teenager,
He just wanted the little bitch out of there.  No reason to run the risk of
having His wife come home sooner than expected just so He could continue to
ogle a boy he'd be fucking again next weekend.  And the weekend after that.
And the weekend after that.

	"What are you waiting for, you little whore?" He asked with
asperity.  "I told you to get the fuck out of My house.  Now, you dumb
cunt."

	"Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir," the boy apologized, moving so quickly
towards the front of the house that he was almost running.

	George just stood there watching the boy's well-fucked ass as erik
made a bee-line for the front door.  He couldn't be sure, but He thought He
could see the unmistakable signs of a cum-stain starting to spread across
the back of the boy's jeans.  He wondered what erik's old man would think
if he noticed it.  He probably wouldn't even recognize it for what is so
obviously was and, even if he did, he'd never believe that it was his good
friend George who had deposited the massive load of cum that was now
leaking out of his son's ass.  No, George shook his head smiling, he'd
never believe that.

	For his part, erik was glad to be getting out of George's house.
His poor pussy hurt so bad, worse than he could ever remember.  When he got
to his car and opened the door, just sliding into the driver's seat brought
tears to his eyes as the denim raked across his cunt-lips.  'Jeez,' he
thought, 'why is George always so mean to me?  Why does he always take so
much pleasure in hurting me?  In talking about my Dad and making me feel
like shit?'  erik always did whatever the Man told him to.  he never
struggled or tried to get away, even when the Man was pulverizing his ass
during a spanking.  And he let the Man use him as a cum-dump or a urinal
whenever He wanted.  But that never was enough for George.  He always
wanted to hurt and humiliate erik while He used him.

	erik couldn't help but think that just being able to fuck the
teenager ought to be enough for the Man.  After all, a guy like George, in
His middle forties at least, well past His prime, ought to be thrilled just
having a lithe, well-muscled teenage stud at his beck and call, a boy
willing to bend over and serve as His fuck-bitch whenever the Man wanted
it.  Sure, maybe twenty years ago, George might have been really hot.  When
He was in His twenties He was probably a lot more physically active and,
being in the sun more, his light-brown hair probably did seem really blond.
That, with His blue eyes, might have made Him seem like a real catch.

	But now, He needed to face the facts.  His best days were behind
Him.  He had that middle-age stockiness that almost certainly presaged the
arrival of an ever- expanding stomach.  He ought to be thrilled to have a
teenager like erik sexually servicing Him, particularly since what the Man
had said the first time they met at Master's house was true - compared to
erik, His wife was a cow.  There was no question that erik was providing
Him with a lot more sexual satisfaction than he could ever get from her.

        Part of erik thought that George should count his lucky stars that
a boy as sexually attractive as erik would willingly allow the Man to use
his body however He wanted.  Instead, every session with the Man seemed to
make Him meaner and meaner.  After tonight's session, erik was afraid to
think what might happen to him next week, particularly since he'd told the
Man that he wanted to increase his tolerance for pain.  George would
probably see that as a green light to completely brutalize erik and that
possibility really scared the teenager.

	But, even as these thoughts roiled around inside the teenager's
brain, erik knew there was nothing he could do to change things.  he
certainly couldn't confront the Man - that would only make things worse,
much worse.  Besides, erik had finally accepted that he was a slave-bitch,
that there was something deep inside of him that made him want to serve
Real Men as their sexual slave, as their bitch.  It wasn't for him to pick
or choose who would have sex with him or how they would use him - that was
for Real Men to decide.  he knew he should be grateful when any Man decided
to use his slut body as a receptacle for His cum or His pee or anything
else He wanted to deposit in the boy.  erik was sure that, as his training
progressed, he would become more and more comfortable in performing his
role as a bitch for Real Men and that he'd eventually come to appreciate
even the abuse he was forced to endure as no more than his just desserts.
And it wouldn't matter a damn how the Men using him looked.  Why would it?
erik wasn't there for his pleasure, he was there to provide Real Men with
their pleasure and he knew he should be grateful that any Real Man,
regardless of how unappealing He might appear, would take the time to use
the teenager's body for the Man's enjoyment.  But, right now, that was
still hard for erik to do.

	As he turned his car into the driveway, erik was relieved to see
that his parents had already gone to bed, so he didn't have to worry about
either of them noticing the cum-stain that he could feel growing inside the
seat of his jeans.  he couldn't help grimacing slightly as he eased himself
out of the car and headed towards the front door.  he slipped inside his
house as quietly as a cat-burglar and carefully made his way up the stairs.
As he did so, he was aware that his boyclit was still fully erect inside
his jeans and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was squirming
on his bed, reviewing everything that had happened to him tonight, and
pounding out a massive load of boy-scuzz all over his smooth, completely
hairless, teenage body.

	And, sure enough, ten minutes later erik was writhing around on top
of his sheets like a whore getting her pussy pounded, reliving the feeling
of George pummeling his cunt into pudding, only in his mind it wasn't
George bitching him out, it was his brother Chad who was fucking the living
shit out of erik, his 'baby bitch.'

        When erik finally shot his load, it was if he hadn't cum in a week.
The cum just erupted from his hard boy-cock, coating his body from his face
to his abs with stream after stream of pure white boy-cream.  In the
aftermath of his boygasm, as he languidly scooped the cum off his body and
transferred it to his mouth, erik realized that he had a lot to be grateful
for.  he was young, in shape, attractive; he had discovered the truth about
himself - that he was a born slave-bitch - at a young age when he could be
properly trained to fulfill his role in life; and, oh yeah, that George
didn't know what erik really thought about Him.  Yes, erik was especially
grateful about that.  Because if George ever found that out, there'd be
hell to pay.

	So it was that, despite all the soreness and pain erik felt as he
lay on top of his bed, when he finally drifted off to sleep he did so with
a smile on his face, the smile of a bitch who had been well and truly
fucked and who knew he'd be fucked just like that again and again in the
future.