Part 1 of 5
What I like best about Gold’s Gym is that everyone there is serious about working out. I like that. I work out hard, and I like to be around real men. I’m not talking about straight or gay men who are really into developing their bodies, guys who are nicely toned. I am gay and not closeted, but I don’t discuss it here. I’d guess almost all the others are straight. That’s important to me. I like to be around a field of well-toned straight guys. You see, I prey upon them. I like to corral one of them occasionally and make them my boy toy, my sexual trainee, my bitch. But … I am very particular about who I choose.
After a long dry spell, I saw him working out. His name was Chad. Perfect. He was about five foot eight, with a nicely built but not overly muscular body. I like my fuck toys to be fit, but not more than I am. Over the past week, I’d work out near him and listen in on conversations he had with other gym members. I’d gradually build a profile and methodically planned my steps to conquer the lad. I’m patient in that way. He was a college student working at an investment firm while he studied. He was totally straight and had a girlfriend. I heard something about engagement plans in the summer. I wouldn't have it any other way. I do a lot of research on a boy before approaching him, but with Chad, I knew the first time I saw him at the gym that I had to have his ass. More than that. I had to have him crawling at my feet, a totally broken piece of boy pussy. So, I bided my time.
When you are choosing a boy cunt you have to find someone who might be subconsciously submissive. Don't get me wrong. Not a wuss! I like nice strong, sharp, intelligent young men, but guys who lean toward being socially quiet are perhaps somewhat introspective. Chad kept mostly to himself around the gym. He would not smile at other guys except the few who seemed to be his friends. Other than that, he minded his own business.
My buddy owns this gym and knows what I am into, so he helped me out by providing file info on my prospective boy toy. Chad worked out later in the evening. This was great for me because the gym was pretty empty then. I looked at him in the shower several times to ensure the smooth bubble ass was as perfect as I had suspected. It was. A nice deep crack. He had a good chest with the kind of puffy nipples that I love to turn into juicy sow tits. The bonus was that he had a full thick dick that hung over a hefty sack of nuts. Those nuts would be really fun to play with. In case you have not figured it out, I play rough, and before I was through with the young male cunt, he would be hauling heavy cement blocks across the room by his nuts alone. I liked his young intense sensitive face, the face of an up-and-coming businessman. Or of an up-and-coming cunt fucked cock sucking piece of boy shit!
When I was ready, I approached him. I had to take a pass four evenings in a row because of other guys working out. But on the fifth day, I had my young prey to myself. He returned from showering with his towel wrapped around his trim waist. He seemed a bit shy and modest.
Chad kept himself covered. He went to his row of lockers and sat down, perplexed at seeing his locker open and EMPTY. I stood nearby, totally bare-assed, my fuck meat twitching. "I broke into your locker and emptied it out," I said cheerfully. He turned to stare at me, not even certain at first that he had heard correctly. I want to say though I am very physically fit and athletic, I do have a calm, gentle voice, almost effeminate in tone and manner. That’s just me.
"You broke into it?" He frowned. He was a cute young fucker. I saw the muscles tense beneath his smooth skin. He had only minimal body hair and a real boyishness about him.
"Well, not really. The boss here is a friend of mine, and he gave me a bolt cutter. I mean, I broke in, but with his knowledge. You're Chad. I have been wanting to talk to you for a while." He was confused, which is an excellent state for a future boy cunt to be in.
"Where are my clothes, gym bag, my wallet, and shit?" he looked furious and was cuter when angry. He actually made fists.
I raised one hand. "Calm down, young man, calm down. Take it easy." I smiled at him. He didn’t seem intimidated by my nakedness and the casual ease with which I placed one naked foot up on the bench next to him, making my dick and fuck sack wobble.
"Maybe I don't want to calm down. What the fuck is going on? Maybe I want to see the manager!" He started to move past me, and I put one hand on his smooth naked chest.
"Please, allow me to explain.” He stood down. He didn't know where to look, as I was there blocking his way, totally bare-assed. "I locked your stuff in another locker for safe keeping. It's all there."
He blinked at me nervously and licked his full young future cock sucker lips. "And why did you do this?" he asked with a sneer.
"So that you would have to hear me out. I want to chat with you about our future relationship and make sure you hear me out."
"What fucking future relationship! I don't even know you." He shifted from one wet foot to the other, and his towel slid lower on his hips, showing me a nice hard lower abdomen.
In my calming, charming voice, I continued, "Well, that's the thing. You don't even know me, so will you just calm down, please, and listen to me?" I smiled my friendliest smile.
He raised his hands, open palms toward me. "All right. All right. What do you want?"
I broadened my smile. "That's better. Let's get along."
"I repeat, what do you want?"
"I want to fuck your ass."
You could have cut through the silence in that locker room with a knife. The kid stared at me in silence for about fifteen seconds, but it seemed like fifteen minutes. His cute mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Did you just say what I think you said?"
"I said I want to fuck your ass. You have a very cute ass, and I want to shove my dick up it. I have a huge dick, and it will probably hurt like hell the first five or six times, but eventually, it should be no problem." I kept my smile. His breathing grew heavier with tension. He curled his lower lip and glowered at me. I readied myself in case he was about to take a swing at me, but he stifled his anger.
"Look, buddy, you've got the wrong dude. I'm not gay. Okay?! Now give me back my clothes and let me the fuck out of here."
"Oh, I know you're not gay. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were. I want one hundred percent pure virgin boy ass. I also enjoy breaking in a straight boy."
"I have had enough of this shit!" he said. He was finished with me and tried to push himself around me. I threw him back against the lockers hard. I knew the metal handles and hanging locks must have hurt. He grunted and winced, and I moved in. I bitch slapped him half a dozen times, forehand and backhand. I was not gentle. His cute face swung from side to side, spit flying. I held him by the throat and slapped that cute face until my hand prints could be seen on his cheeks. Anger was replaced by terror in his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, and don't make a scene. Calm down, do you hear me?" I slapped him again. "Do you hear me?" He was whimpering now, and blood trickled from one corner of his mouth. "Nod if you hear me!” He nodded. I spun him around and sat him down on the bench. I stood over him. My dick hung above his mouth and swung in front of his face.
"Chad, you will have to settle down and listen to me. All of this commotion will only hurt you. I need to talk to you." He wiped the blood off on the back of his hand and started to rise again, and I pushed him back down hard. "Sit still."
"Help me, somebody help me … " he tried to yell, but another hard slap cut him off. My buddy Rick who runs the place, had seen to it that the locker room was "temporarily" closed.
Chad was crying now, pretty hard. I love to see a young man cry, especially a well-built straight young hunk of a man. It makes my dick hard. I wanted to control my dick on this particular occasion because my fucker is pretty awesome, and I didn't want to scare the little shit too much in the beginning.
I stood over him. "Take off your towel!" I ordered calmly. He looked up at me, terrified, and shook his head. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. Of course, I could reach down and rip his towel away, but I wanted him to begin to learn to obey. "Take off the fucking towel. I don't like giving orders twice.” He whipped the towel off and sat there naked. My foot was up on the bench next to his thigh, and my fat dick almost hit him in the face as it swung back and forth.
His mouth moved, but no sounds came out … then finally, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I told you because I want to fuck you."
"I have had enough of you, FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONG!" he yelled. We struggled again; I threw him on the floor. Then pulled him up to a standing position and bitch slapped him again. I smacked him really hard with the back of my hand, then immediately with my open palm. Back and forth. I didn’t stop. A lot of his spit and a little of his blood was splattering out of his mouth. He put his hand up to signal me to stop. But I knew I needed an unconditional surrender. He tried to put both hands up, and I gave him a few easier smacks, then stopped. He started to sob as I held him by a fist full of hair on his head.
"But I'm not … I don't want you to fuck me!" I was still holding him by the hair.
"That's the first thing you need to understand. What you want doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't mean fuck. From now on, it's all about what I want. You need to understand that. Now spread your legs wide. Whenever you sit from now on, you will sit with your legs spread wide and your knees pushed out to each side."
He whimpered and tried to turn away, but I had him by the hair. "Do you want me to slap you some more?” He made kind of high squealing noises.
"I assume that is a no. Then spread your fucking legs." He did. He does have a really beautiful cock, nice and plump. And his nuts ride low in a nice long full fuck bag. He sat there, legs spread, toes curled in terror, looking up at me. I smiled and eased myself down onto the same bench a short distance from him, straddling the bench so I could face him.
"If you had just listened to me calmly, I wouldn’t have had to get violent with you. Now can we please talk like two mature adults, please?" I put a hand on his naked shoulder. I could see he thought about pulling away and decided against it. “Good boy.”
"Here's the deal. I find myself very attracted to you. So, I want to fuck you, but that is just the tip of the iceberg. You see, I am into heavy humiliation and degradation. This is how I get off. So, you and I are going to undertake a sort of training program. I am going to train you to be my own personal little fuck pig. I am going to humiliate you privately and publicly. I will fuck your ass and teach you how to suck dick. Now listen carefully. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is for you to understand and just do everything I tell you to. The hard way is for you to resist. Either way, I get my way in the end. It doesn't matter to me. Are you with me so far?” I smiled and gently kneaded his naked shoulder in a caring way. He pulled his legs together slightly.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, legs spread wide” I grabbed one puffy pink nipple and pinched. His eyes grew wide. Again, he tried to speak but couldn't. His legs opened wide, and his exposed dick trembled a bit.
"We are going to have lots of fun together. You need to relax and accept your fate. You know, sometimes we face things we cannot fight, and we just have to accept and submit. This is one of those times for you."
He shook his head. "I don't understand ... " he mumbled.
"Of course, you understand. You will become my full-time fuck boy for the next few months. When I'm through with you, you can return to your life. Speaking of your life, Chad, it will change quite a bit. You see, being trained by me will be a pretty full-time occupation. Everything from what and when you eat and drink to when you shit and piss will be controlled by me. Most of the day, you will have a dick in your mouth or up your ass. Not mine all the time, goodness, even I don't have that much sexual stamina. But I want you fucked a lot, and I want you sucking lots of dick every day, so I have a bunch of guys lined up who will help us, including my buddy Rick who owns this place.
'I've … I've got a girlfriend. I don't want to have sex with guys," he moaned, tears filling his beautiful eyes. I was gently flicking his big nipple now.
"Well, that's the thing. A girlfriend will only get in the way of your concentration, not to mention that I don't want you sticking your nice big fat dick into anyone, least of all a pussy. So, the first thing you will do when you leave the gym this morning is to call your girlfriend and break up with her."
"You … you can't make me do that!" then, as he reflected on me being so pushing, he let me have it. “AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF AND GIVE ME MY CLOTHES AND GET THE FUCK A …”
Ok, again. I bitch slapped him 10 times. My hand continuously hits one side of his face open-handed and backhands the other. Back and forth, back and forth. Spit and a little bit of blood were flung out of his mouth in both directions repeatedly. He hurt more than before. He should be fucking freaked out of his mind. And again, I grabbed his neck and squeezed it, choking him as I continued to smack him back and forth and back and forth until my hand was getting really sore.
He put up his hand in a type of surrender. He was trembling. He must have thought I would kill him if he did not acquiesce to my demands. I just looked at him. So cute, so terrified, so lovely. What a find! And here I was, trying to be easy, kind, reasonable, caring, and understanding. Yes, I did know he didn’t want to do what I wanted, but he needed to realize he had no choice. After a brief pause, he looked at me and probably thought he should either do as I say or try to bargain his way out of it.
"Why do you have to go and yell at me like that? I’m trying to be reasonable here, Chad?" I reached down to his chest and twisted his nipple until he was crumpled up over my naked chest, sobbing with pain. He tried to use his hands to stop me, but I slapped them away with my other hand. I grabbed him by the hair again and yanked his head back and to one side. That placed his face next to me and below me. I gobbed spit wads in his face four or five times. Some spit ran into his mouth and most off his face, and he started to gag. I pushed his head down onto my thigh, his nose and mouth half an inch from my thickening prick. I held his head until he calmed down and stopped squirming.
"So, where were we? Oh, you will break up with your girlfriend. Then you will go to your job and quit! I can't have you working when I am trying to train you”
"Quit … quit my job? How will I live? How will I …
“I will take care of you. Don't worry. I will provide everything you need."
"But my rent … my … " I gently pushed his face into my thigh so he could taste my skin, my sweat, my leg hair.
“Chad, you are not being very adult about this. Do you want me to smack you for the next half hour?” His eyes bugged wide.
“No. But … please …”
“Chad? Don’t worry. I'll take care of your rent if we decide to keep your apartment. Let's take one step at a time, huh? So, you will break up with your girlfriend, quit your job, and then you will drop out of school." He tried to jerk his head up. He was almost hysterical.
"Drop out? I need to go to school. You can't make me do that. I need school! I’m about to gradu … ” The words tumbled out.
"You don't need school to be a cock sucker and an ass-fucked cunt boy. I'll teach you all of that. That's what I'm here for. They'll refund your tuition for this semester. Tell them you have family problems or are sick or something. I want you to do all of this by noon tomorrow. Understand? Then you will go to your bank, withdraw your money, and close your account. Don't worry, I don't need your money. I am quite wealthy. But I need to control your finances and your options. Then, you will go back to your place. You will take all of your clothes, every last stitch, and put them into garbage bags. Your shoes, underwear, pants, shirts... everything. Anything you wear from now on, I will provide. Then you will kneel bare-assed naked in the middle of your living room and wait for me to arrive. I will come by sometime in the afternoon or evening. You just kneel there and wait. Kneel with your legs apart. Then, we'll begin your training. Got that?"
I wish you could have seen the look on his cute young face. So helpless, so vulnerable. It was like a thousand thoughts were colliding in his head.
"I really like my girlfriend." he managed at last.
"That's nice. Maybe she'll wait until I'm finished with you. Although, if past experience is any teacher, by the time I am finished with you, you will be a cock hungry boy sow who lives only for dick. A cum dump human toilet who gets aroused at the most perverted sick and disgusting things imaginable. I know that seems impossible now, but give me a chance, huh? So, tell your cunt that you will be very busy for the next few months, but you will look her up in the future. That's fine with me."
We froze for a moment, there in the locker room, looking into each other’s eyes, and he could tell that I was stronger than him in every way. I gave him another gentle smile and shook my head from side to side. "You are going to be such a great fuck."
"What if I don't do it? What if I don't do anything you say?"
"Then you will be hurt very badly. You will suffer, and you will still, in the end, do what I say. You cannot beat me, Chad. But I can beat you in every form of the word. I can make you wish you were dead and then hurt you more. And then there is your family in Zanesville and your little brother."
"What?" He was suddenly alert, blinking, mouth open, nostrils twitching. God, he was cute. "My little Brother? You'd... "
"I don't even want to talk about that. It's terrible to even suggest to somebody, and I don't want an awful thing like that to get in the way of our wonderful relationship. But I really wouldn't try to cross me or disobey me, or others could also suffer. Do we understand each other? I know all about your life. I know all about your family. Now you have a busy morning ahead of you. I want you on your knees in your living room, bare-assed, with the front door unlocked by one o'clock in the afternoon. Job, girlfriend, school, bank. Got that?" I ruffled his hair and stood up. I allowed my half-hard prick to brush against his arm as I swung my leg over the bench. He pulled back.
I had to chuckle. "Don't be afraid of my dick, Chad. You and my dick are going to be best friends. More than friends, lovers. More than that. You will learn to worship my cock like it's your God! Now how about giving it a nice little kiss."
"You want me to… "
"Kiss my dick. Nothing too romantic. We'll get to that tomorrow afternoon. Just give it a nice little kiss on the dickhead."
"I… I don't want to go against you. I really don't, but… I don't think I can do that. I really don't think I can… " he was burbling in anguish.
"Don't make me angry again, Chad. Just lean in and give my cockhead a nice kiss. Make believe you're kissing your girlfriend's lips." I decided to help the boy the first time, so I put my hand on the back of his head and brought him into my fuck meat. I felt his lips against my dick, and my pecker gave a little lurch. A drop of pre-fuck appeared at the piss lips. I released his head, and he held his lips to my prick skin for a moment and then pulled back. He looked up at me.
"Chad, I felt your lips on my fucker, but you didn't give it a kiss. Now you have to do it again. Now give it a nice kiss this time."
He gulped and sobbed. "I DON'T WANT TO KISS A GUY'S DICK!" he pleaded.
"Of course, you don't, Chad. But, as I said, I am heavily into humiliation and degradation. That's all part of our fun. I mean, this is nothing, absolutely nothing to what you will be doing in the days to come. So, might as well get started. Think of your family, Chad. What's your little bro's name, Billy, right? And Billy is twelve and goes to Morton Middle school, correct? Kiss my dick, Chad!"
Chad kissed my dick. He kissed his first dick. He put his heterosexual lips to dick meat for the very first time. It was a start. We had started down a road from which he would never return. He belonged to me.
“There now, that wasn't so bad, was it? A nice little kiss on my dick. Good boy, Chad. Now you'd better get going. You have lots to do before tomorrow afternoon. I know where your apartment is and where little bro Billy lives, so, no need to give me directions, but do leave your door unlocked. You'll need your car keys and ID for the bank and school, right? Oh, and your cell phone to call your ex-girlfriend.” I reached into a nearby open locker and took out his ID and car keys.
He looked around helplessly. “My clothes…” he whispered, seemingly broken already, although I knew there was much more breaking to do.
"Oh yeah, your clothes. Remember, I said I would provide all your clothes from now on. So, here's what I want you to wear now and tomorrow when you quit your job, drop out of school, and go to the bank."
I opened another locker and threw down to him a pair of flip-flops, a pair of tiny pink satin shorts, and a pink T-shirt that was cut off just below the nipples and also had the arms cut off. In white letters on the back of the T-shirt were the words, "I SUCK!"
Chad was in shock and horror when he saw his new clothing. "You expect me to go out in public… wearing that?" he almost wailed, still frozen and staring at the clothing.
"Yes, I expect you to wear whatever I tell you to wear whenever I tell you to. I expect you to do whatever I tell you to do. Now get dressed, and get going, Chad. I do not like to repeat myself. I would love to fuck you here and now. Your ass looks so sweet, but I want to do this right and take one thing at a time. I must admit, I can't wait to finger your moist tight asshole, but we'll get to that tomorrow afternoon. Oh, for shit's sake, stop crying. Don't be such a baby. You can do this. You will do this. And we are going to have a great time!"
With the greatest amount of emotional pain, Chad slowly, agonizingly, put on the few items I gave him. He was so cute, the way he trembled as he stumbled out of the locker room. My dick went to full mast! There was saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth. God, I love this! I was so anxious. As I mentioned earlier, I had been in a dry spell for some time. It was not because I was not trying to find and corner a new boy, but because I had not seen anyone I was interested in for months. I told you I was picky. And now, finally, there was Chad.
I arrived at Chad's apartment at four o'clock in the afternoon, hoping he had been kneeling bare-assed in the living room since one. And the door was to be unlocked.
Part 2 of 5
Continuing: The door was unlocked, as I requested. That’s a great sign! Sure enough, there my boy pussy was, looking apprehensively at the door as he heard it open. He was naked, on his knees.
Not surprisingly, he was not looking up at me. He had his hands behind his head in a most submissive gesture. I did not tell him to do that, but at this point, he must be very concerned about "playing the game" my way ... for now. After all, I did threaten to harm his family. He was trying to signal that he was complying fully. But, of course, I am nowhere close to breaking his spirit. I knew he was planning a short-term appeasement as he plotted a way to escape my grasp. Even my requirements of no girlfriend, no job, no school, and no money ... if he did, in fact, now compiled, could all be reversed soon after his escape. Or so he thought.
"Good afternoon, ASS WIPE," I said, strolling into the room.
"We need to talk, Sir. There must be some way out of this. With all due respect …” He started to babble. Obviously, he had been rehearsing all afternoon. He still thought there might be a way to talk himself out of his situation.
"With all due respect, Chad, why not show some respect and kiss and lick my shoes?"
The look on his face was priceless. It was true, as if I had been speaking some foreign language. He looked at my eyes, down at my shoes, and into my face again.
"What did I say about having to repeat an order, Chad? Consider everything I say an order."
"Can't we, please … please … can't we talk about … my brother Billy, I don’t want … I mean … it's not fair … "
I slapped him hard. "Life's not fair, Chad. Now I want you kissing and licking my shoes in four seconds."
Each time it took less physical force to get him to comply. That was good. A very good sign. He lowered his head, stuck out his cute teenage tongue, and swiped it over my shoe tops. He made a face and coughed a few times, but my shoes were pretty clean, so he didn't really have a problem.
"I said kiss and lick.” he began to alternate the tongue bath with little kisses. It was adorable. I waited to see if he would also lick and kiss around the back. He did. “Good boy.” At last, he felt he was finished. He knelt up, looking into my face.
"Two mistakes, Chad. First, your eyes are to be on my dick at all times, not on my face. My face is for my boyfriends and girlfriends, not for my fuck hole cunt. You just focus on my dick lump. The second mistake, I say when you are finished kissing and licking my shoes, not shoe. Besides, you forgot to lick and kiss the soles of the shoes."
"But … but the bottoms are … filthy." My, such a clean little twerp.
"Exactly, bright boy. The soles are filthy, so they need to be licked clean. Get to work!” I didn't help by bending or twisting my foot. He had to lie on his back, and I rested the bottom of my shoe on his face. I stood there patiently as he licked the bottoms of my shoes. He gagged more than a few times.
"You are going to have to learn to control that gag reflex. If the bottom of my shoes makes you gag, think what my big fat dirty dick down your throat will do.” He moaned. It was an honest moan of despair coming from his heart, and I couldn't fault him for it. He was doomed, and he knew it. He just wasn't strong enough or man enough to fight me. Most guys aren't. I'm blessed that way. It's my gift. I can control others.
When I was satisfied, I sat down on the couch. "Do you have any beer in the house?"
"Yeah … " he said rather encouragingly. Perhaps he thought this meant we would have an intelligent conversation. We would, but it would be mostly one way.
"Good. Crawl into the kitchen, fetch me a beer, and crawl back again." He frowned. It was the word "crawl" that weirded him out. A simple word. A simple meaning. At last, he got it, turned, and started to leave the room on all fours.
"Stop! You need to learn how to crawl. Keep your back arched. Your ass and head should be the highest points on your body. Get that ass up high. That cute smooth ass is what I am mostly here for. Keep your head up, too, so your back arches nicely. Open your mouth and let your shoe-cleaning tongue hang out like a dog's tongue. When you crawl, spread your legs more, so I can see your balls swing. And make sure they swing when you crawl. It's more difficult to crawl with your legs spread, but it's much more attractive.” It's not easy to crawl with your legs apart. It throws off the movement. But if you do it right and have a low-hanging scrotum, you can get a nice swing out of it.
The young fuck was crying again and muttering "please, please" repeatedly. But he crawled out and returned with a can of beer a minute later.
"You stupid cunt. If you crawl with the beer in your hand sideways like that, I'll spray beer all over when I open the can. Now crawl back, fetch a different beer, and hang the beer from your mouth by the plastic six-pack carrier. If you no longer have that, tie a string around the can and hang it from your mouth.” He practically wailed in desperation, but he turned around and crawled back and, a few minutes later, came back with the beer can, held by his mouth by a string.
"You took far too long. I know this is your first day, but you have to do better than that. Now I will have to beat your ass with my belt. Stay right there down on the floor and lift your ass up. I'm going to give you five hard swats."
You see the work training a new boy can be? It's not as easy as it seems, and all fun and games. I slapped that belt down on his fine young ass while he screamed in pain and sobbed. He really couldn't take much. What a fucking wuss. "Keep your ass up and the noise down. You want all the neighbors to know what a faggot sissy boy you really are?” He hadn't even thought of the neighbors. He kept saying he was sorry and would do better. Damn right, he would.
When his ass had been whipped five times, I sat on the couch, sipped my beer, and instructed him to kneel on the floor before me.
"Legs apart, so your clit is always on display. Now answer my questions honestly. Did you break up with your girlfriend?"
He chewed his lower lip. "I … I told her I couldn't see her for a while."
"Well, that's okay. That's fine. As long as she understands that. You will not want to see her anyway, not with a stretched asshole and your face swollen from sucking so much dick. I mean, how can you date her when you stink of piss?"
"You're not going to do that, are you?" He said, and then his eyes filled with tears.
"Didn't I tell you I was into heavy humiliation and degradation? Of course, I'm going to do that. That's nothing compared to what I am going to do. So, I think it's best for you and her if you give the bitch a wide berth for some time. Personally, I don't think she will want you once she sees what you've become."
"She loves me. She'll wait for me. We’re gonna be marr … " Just then, the door opened, and my buddy sauntered in, dropping a gym bag. He’s the gym manager, built like a brick shithouse.
"This is my buddy, Rick. He's going to work on your computer for a while. He will lift the names and email addresses of all your friends and shit like that. What's your username and password?"
"You can't do that?” It just came out. He didn't mean it, I am sure. It just burst forth out of his anxiety. But it was wrong. I lifted one foot, placed it on his face, and pushed hard. He fell over onto the carpet.
"I can do any fucking thing I want to do with you. Do you fucking understand that? How stupid are you, you useless piece of shit?" He lay on the floor whimpering but gave Rick the username and password. Rick shook his head.
"I don't know what you see in these sniveling sissy boys,” Rick said as he looked about the three-room apartment for Chad’s computer and entered the bedroom.
"I think they're cute. Help yourself to a beer. One of the cans has been shaken up, be careful. If you see anything of his in the bedroom you want for yourself, take it."
I told my new toy to get back on his knees. "Now. You told your cunt friend you couldn't see her. Good. Did you quit your job?” He didn't answer. Did you quit your fucking job?"
"Not exactly. I … I told them I needed some time off. That I was sick. I can't afford to lose my job. It's a good job with a consulting firm, and … "
I slapped him. Not hard. "Okay, we'll take care of that this afternoon. You fucked up, and you will be punished. Did you close your bank account and withdraw all your money?"
He nodded and pointed to a table where a pile of cash lay. I smiled. "Good boy. I'll check the paperwork later. And did you drop out of school?"
He looked scared or sad but nodded and then lowered his head in shame as he cried.
"Good. That gives us more time for our fun and games. How could you go to school, for instance, with a big dildo up your ass? I mean, you could, but it would make it tough to sit through those boring lectures. And your stomach would be rumbling all through class from all the cum you had swallowed the night before and the piss. No, it's better to drop out now. After I'm finished with you, you can always go back if you are still so inclined, which is unlikely. All right, now, we'll go and take care of your job in an hour or so, but first, I want to spend a bit of time teaching you some basic dick respect. Your job in life, your only job in life while you are with me, is to pleasure my dick! You can do this in various ways. Obviously, with your hand and mouth and asshole, but also in the way you look at my cock and in the way you talk to it. In the high level of respect, you show it. You must learn to savor the flavor of my prick. The smell of it. The texture of the cock skin and the dickhead. The salty taste of my balls. These things will fill your life, Chad, and you must learn to love them."
He looked at me as if he were trying very hard to understand. I had to give him credit for that. "I just don't think I will ever be able to like that stuff. I'm just not gay. I just don't feel that way. How can I learn to love that?"
"Through conditioning, Chad. Like Pavlov's dogs. You will soon learn that when you are not worshiping my dick, you will be in pain, discomfort, and distress, and the only time you are truly content and at peace is when you are loving and servicing my big fat juicy hunk of fuck meat.
His nostrils glistened with snot, and his mouth hung open slightly. So cute. He was trying to comprehend how this could be happening to him. How this could be real.
“My dick needs almost constant attention. Even sitting here on your couch talking to you, look how it bulges in my jeans. I'm what they call 'oversexed' Chad. I need something to fuck almost constantly, and you are it. It's not my fault. It's not easy, Chad, being oversexed and having a monster-sized slab of fuck meat. I leak in my pants at the sight of a cute ass. When I try to date young dudes, they are scared shitless at the size of my fucker. What am I supposed to do, not fuck? And then, too, it's not easy to find a regular boyfriend who wants to be totally degraded in private AND in public. I mean, who wants that? So, this is the best way. For me to see a cute piece of ass like you and just take it and train it. Now I want you to lean in and bury your face in my crotch and just smell my dick through my jeans.”
"You want me to do that?" he asked, hoping again he had misunderstood.
"Yeah. I want you to learn to love my dick smell."
"I'm straight … " he whispered.
"We've already covered that!" I smiled, grabbed the back of his head, and pushed his face into my crotch. I humped my jean-covered prick against his face.
"Doesn't that smell good? That is man smell. I'll bet you can't wait to taste that, huh, baby?" My pants were getting wet from his tears. My big dick was also getting hard. So, I stood up and dropped trou. My huge fucker swayed and throbbed, not quite totally hard. A long string of pre-cum hung from the piss hole in the big fat dickhead.
"That's beautiful, isn't it? Isn't it, Chad? Tell me it's beautiful."
He wanted to look away but couldn't. "It's … it’s … beautiful," he mumbled without enthusiasm. That would not do.
"Tell me my big fat dick is beautiful!"
"Your, your big fat dick is beautiful." He looked down.
"Lift your head. Look at my dick. I told you already your eyes are to always be on my dick, clothed and naked, especially naked. When my fuck meat is out, you look at nothing else. Now look at my dick and tell me what a big fat beautiful leaking cock I have."
"You have a beautiful big fat leaking cock." He muttered.
"Say it louder and clearer, or I will beat your nut sack with my belt."
"YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BIG FAT LEAKING COCK."
"Ask me politely if you may lick my cock leak."
"Oh, God no, please. Don't make me do that… just don’t hurt Billy, please… " He started to sob uncontrollably. This cute college kid was reduced to a crybaby. My dick twitched, got even thicker, and leaked more. This was so great. I reached toward my belt.
"NO… PLEASE… PLEASE… MAY I… MAY I LICK… OH JESUS. MAY... I LICK YOUR… YOUR… COCK LEAK?" The last word sounded strange and strangled, like some foreign language.
"Why yes, you may. You may lean your cute face in and stick out your tongue and catch the cock drippings on your tongue and scoop it up and taste my fine gourmet cock slop leak."
The look on his face made him look suddenly like an old man. He hung there frozen in time, mouth half open. "I am waiting, Chad."
Then in slow motion, he brought his face to my dick. His tongue extended, and he caught up the string of pre-fuck onto it. The slime curled on his tongue, and then the string slid over to his lips and up across his nose. My pre-fuck was covering the face of this straight college kid.
"How can you lick it up if you get it on your face, Chad? Move your mouth so the fuck snot goes inside.” I leak a lot. So, his mouth was soon filled with pre-fuck slop. He did. "Good boy. Now you may swallow.” He did, but it wasn't easy for him. His entire body was trembling. Naked and smooth and pale and trembling. This kid was fucking freaked out of his mind.
"Now I want you to kiss my dick. Remember how you kissed my dick yesterday? Now I want you to kiss it with more enthusiasm. Kiss my cunt buster all over. Kiss it on the stalk and on the wet head. Kiss down onto my fuck sack. Kiss it all over and make it feel real good. Kiss it just like a faggot cock sucker kisses dick."
He opened his mouth again, and little choppy glottal noises came out. He couldn't even find the words to protest. I gently brought his head to my prick and soon felt him softly kiss it all over. His lips were very soft and gentle. It was quite romantic really.
"Now open your mouth a little like you are tongue kissing, so you can really taste my dick. This is probably your very first time really tasting a dick, isn't it, Chad? Well, don't worry. You'll be tasting lots and lots of dick in the days to come. Or should I say, ‘days to CUM.’ But even blindfolded, even if you've tasted 20 or 30 dicks, you will always be able to recognize the flavor of my fuck meat. You will have it in your mouth so much, that the taste of my cock will be a part of you. My ball sweat will be your cologne. Kiss around the ridge of the cockhead. That's a fucking big cockhead, isn't it, Chad? Imagine how it will feel opening up your asshole. That big dickhead has caused guys and girls alike considerable discomfort. But you'll get used to it.
"Some dudes say they never get used to it, that it hurts like hell every single time I fuck them, but if I fuck you enough and stretch your ass into a proper pussy, then it shouldn't hurt after a while. Right? You're trembling, Chad. Is that from excitement or fear? Your very first dick. A boy's first dick is a kind of special occasion, isn't it? You will never forget that first taste of dick. That sweaty dick flavor. Suck enough dick, and your breath smells like dick forever. Even your ex-girlfriend could be able to smell cock on your breath. And you are going to suck a lot of dick, Chad. Believe me, you are going to suck a lot of dick. Stop crying. Your tears are going to interfere with the smell and taste of my dick. Now instead of kissing, start licking. Lick my big fat dick all over. You are going to make an excellent dick licker. I can tell that already. You have a natural talent for it."
And then suddenly, in the middle of licking my cock, he just fell over. He fainted. He just keeled over and lay there. It was all too much for him. Just starting, and it was already too much for him. I knew then that I had been too easy on him. He was going to need a stronger hand. He looked so peaceful, crumpled naked on the floor. But he was not allowed to tune out ... to faint in the middle of a cock licking session. So, I gave my fucker a few yanks and sent a spray of piss down onto his face. You need infinite patience to train a new pussy boy. He sputtered, moaned, gurgled, gagged, and turned his head from one side to another. He blinked the stinging piss out of his eyes. He was totally grossed out.
"All right, Chad, enough loafing, get your mouth back on my dick, and this time, it's going to taste and smell of piss, and it's your own fault!"
Sometimes the remedy is worse than the illness. Chad had revived from passing out, but he was truly grossed out that I had pissed on him to wake him up. In fact, he was hysterical, and I had to bitch slap the little fucker to get him to calm down. He couldn't get it through his thick cute college boy head that what he wanted no longer mattered. He belonged to me now. I grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, dragged him over to the piss-wet carpet, and ordered him to bend down and suck the piss out of the carpet. He resisted again, saying he would be sick and couldn't do it.
I find that boys like Chad always underestimate their own skills and abilities. They need mentors like me to help them realize their potential. I wouldn't take no for an answer, and I put my foot on the back of his head and pushed his face into the piss carpet. While he slurped up the piss, I looked at his beautiful college boy ass. I grabbed the little cunt's hair and yanked him back to his knees. He looked absolutely terrified. I warned him that I would be really pissed if he fainted again! Then I slapped his face with my hard dick over and over.
I believe it was the first dick-slapping he had ever received. Now I know many high school and college boys play "Dick Slap!" It's a common game. They slap each other's faces with their dicks, to see who can slap the hardest and leave the deepest red mark or the biggest dick welt. If you have ample meat, you can do flaccid dick slapping, but most kids play dick slap with hard-ons. Straight guys do this after a few beers all the time, so I thought Chad would be accustomed to it, but once again, he fucking freaked out.
I decided a firm hand was needed. My buddy Rick was in the other room downloading all the shit off Chad's computer, names of friends, work associates, family info, everything we could use to keep the boy in line.
"Look, baby, I don't want to be hard on you, but you are not getting it. I told you we can do this either easy or hard, but either way, I get what I want. So far, you have made it fucking hard on yourself. Why not calm down and listen to reason. You only have one thing to consider besides what could happen to your 12-year-old bro, Billy. You have to do every fucking thing I say. It's that simple? If you just put yourself in my hands, you won't have any problems." I need to say that I would NEVER hurt his little brother, but since that is his big concern, I might as well make that threat. It’s for his own good.
Part 3 of 5
"You're a monster. You're a fucking monster." He spat out, tears, snot, piss, and my dick leak all combined on his face to make him look cute.
I grabbed his nipples and pulled him off the floor, onto his knees by his tits. "Now, is that a very nice thing to say to your new boyfriend?” I snapped my bare foot up, catching him in the nuts with it. He howled.
"Is that the way to endear me to you? I've done everything to try to make you listen to reason, and you keep crossing me. You have gotten me so upset; I don't even feel like continuing with your dick-sucking education. We'll move on to your asshole." I threw him to the floor and went to Rick's gym bag, and pulled out an eight-inch long, pretty hefty blue rubber cock-shaped dildo.
He screamed and tried to crawl away, but the poor cunt didn't know where to crawl. He started scrambling for his bedroom, and I just let him go. Rick dragged him back, kicking and screaming.
"No, please, please, you can't do that. Please, not that! You'll kill me. I can't take it… please… " all kinds of shit. I got used to it. After a while, I stop listening when a boy is screaming. Again, these boys underestimate their own ability. They have no understanding of the elasticity of their own assholes.
Rick and I kicked the son of a bitch until he calmed down. I sat on his chest, my dick bobbing and leaking onto his chin and mouth. “Now listen, you mother fucker. You are wasting my time here. I don't mind a little protesting because I know this is hard for you. We all resist change, and these are some big changes in your life. I understand that. But that is exactly why you need to work with me. Believe it or not, I am trying to help you. Why are you being such a cunt?”
“Okay, so I pull out a big rubber dick, and you fucking freak out! Why? Don't you realize that this rubber dick is for your own good? I want to help prepare you for all the big dicks that will fuck you. I don't want your ass ripped up. And I am sure you don't want your ass ripped up. The purpose of this dildo is to gently expand your anal canal to open up your rectum. It will stretch your ass lips and gently turn your asshole into a cunt.”
Snot ran from his nose. Rick leaned down and wiped some of the crap off his face. We were afraid the kid would choke on his own spit and snot, not to mention my dick leak.
"You… you… can't do that. You have no right to do that to me! I don't want a cunt!” It was like he just realized what he said. His face got this comical look of horror. I almost burst out laughing.
"Chad, I can do any fucking thing I want to you. And I will. Look at all the info we got from your computer. Think of the damage we could cause with that. You have no leverage, no choice, do you? Think about it. You have no fucking choice. Now we're going to open up your ass. If you don't like the word cunt, you can think of it as turning your ass into a pussy. We are going to use you like a girl, Chad, to unload our balls, to dump our jizz. Your ass will become a permanent pussy. I prefer cunt, but as I say, pussy may sound better to you.
"Now, the purpose of the dildo, as I say, is to gently and safely open up your asshole. To stretch it. I know my friends will want to fuck your hole fast and hard. They are very rough boys who believe a fuck is no good unless you can hear their balls slapping on a dude's cunt pad. They don't mess around." I let my throbbing dick bob and slap gently against Chad's lips, leaving a trail of fuck snot. My balls rested on his collarbone. I wanted to make sure he could always smell and taste my dick.
"So, if your ass isn't prepared. If your boy pussy isn't ready, it will hurt really badly. It will be unbearable agony. I am trying to prevent that unbearable agony by helping you get your cunt ready. And instead of thanking me, you cause a fuss. That's the problem in our relationship. Now, Rick here will help me shoot some wonderful pictures for your brand new website while I help you with the dildo."
"Website?” The words came out with a thick, innocent, spit-slogged slur.
"Yeah, we will create a special website for you, showing your education and growth. That way, others can share in and learn from it, as well as enjoy your experiences. Think of the happiness you will bring to thousands of men as they watch how you develop and grow. Now I need you to kneel on the cocktail table, please. Isn't that an appropriate name, COCK-TAIL TABLE? Kneel right up on the cocktail table, Chad, on your hands and knees with your ass toward me. My God, you have a cute ass, Chad. The guys are going to go nuts fucking that. If you think you were popular with the girls, just wait until you see how the guys respond to your cute ass cunt.
“It was your ass that first attracted me, you know, at the gym! I saw that bubble ass, and I said, I have got to fuck that! That was before I decided to turn you into a full-time pussy boy for me. At that time, I thought I would just pick you up, fuck you once or twice in the ass and mouth and let you go. But the more I watched you, the more I became convinced that you would make a good permanent cunt boy. I saw you were shy and knew you would respond well to humiliation and degradation. I started to wonder how low I could take you. Could I take you lower than the other boys I have trained? Could we set a new record together? Could I totally fucking destroy any self-esteem you have? Could I break you in body and spirit? And that's how this game came about.”
Chad slowly climbed onto the low table. "Stop shaking and crying. I have been putting up with that for a couple of hours now, and I am sick of it. Now I want you to reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks for me, so I can see your cunt, sorry, your pussy.” With trembling hands, he obeyed.
"Get over here, Rick, and take a look at this twat! Look at those pink, tight cunt lips. Jesus, does he need to be fucked. Be patient, Chad. You'll have lots of dick up there by midnight tonight. Stop whimpering. It does no good. Keep that asshole spread. I didn't tell you to let go of your globes. Spread those ass cheeks wider. I know this feels demeaning and disgusting to you. Having to kneel on a table and display your asshole for two hunky dudes. Well, get used to it. You will be showing your ass cunt to hundreds and hundreds of guys. You will get to the point. In fact, that’s when you meet a new dude, you will automatically turn and spread your ass cheeks, just in case he wants to ram his dick up there.”
I picked up the rubber dildo and continued to talk, “Guys are going to have a hell of a time deciding which they want more, your cunt or your mouth. Most of them will have both. Now, I will be kind this time and lube your ass with some gel. Ordinarily, we won't do this because our spit is the only lube you will get. That and your natural cunt juices will start flowing once you have been fucked 20 or 30 times." The look on his face was unbelievable. It was hysterically funny. Once the hole was wet and sloppy with lube, and he was mewling like a tortured cat, I started to work the huge dickhead of the rubber dildo into his asshole. I watched the pink pucker open to admit the largest thing he had ever had in him.
"Chad, I could start out with a small dildo, something about the size of a carrot or cucumber … " I mused.
"Oh God, yes, please do. Please use something smaller. Please, I am begging you… " he sobbed, more from fear than pain, as the head hadn't even popped into his cherry hole yet.
"But… I think you should get used to the size of dick you will be taking right away. You would be amazed, Chad, at how an asshole can stretch. I have gotten this very rubber dick up the assholes of smaller-built guys. If they could take it, you certainly can. Are you a man or a mouse? All you have to do is ignore the pain and think only about how happy you are making me. If you make it your entire goal to please and make me happy, it won't be nearly as bad for you.” Then I began to push harder. “Look at that asshole stretch. Oh, Chad, you will be happy to know you have a very elastic asshole. It will be a fully functional cunt in no time at all. Keep spreading those ass cheeks, don't make me angry. You have to help here. Don't make me do all the work."
Jesus, God, the kid was in agony. Truth be told, the asshole was pretty tiny. It was one of those pretty little rosebuds you swear never dumped a decent-sized turd. I should have used my fingers first, but he made me angry by fainting on me, so I wanted him to hurt a little bit. Well, a lot, actually. Rick had to stop shooting pictures and help hold the kid still, so I could work the thick rubber cock deep into his bowels. I don't mind telling you, I had to push really hard. A couple of times, I had to give the base of the dildo a good hit with the heel of my hand to get it past some barrier or other. Of course, Chad screamed and grunted and wheezed and sobbed. They always do at first. In a few days, he'd be taking larger like a pro.
"You got to learn to crawl before you can walk, Chad, and boy, oh boy, are we ever going to teach you to crawl.” He was throwing his young head from side to side like a horse ridden for the first time.
"Try to relax, Chad; we haven't even started yet. These games are just the preliminaries. I am just trying to get you warmed up a bit." I shoved six inches of the rubber prick deep into his guts. He made sounds like it was coming out of his throat.
"You have to get used to this, Chad. You will be keeping this dildo or something very similar up your cunt all the time from now on. We want to keep you open so you stretch permanently and are ready for dick at all times, night and day." This dildo had a narrow neck near the base, so it also worked as a butt plug, which helped it stay in.
Just that morning, Chad had been a happy-go-lucky college kid with a girlfriend who loved him, a good job, and a bright future. Now he was bare-assed naked on his cocktail table with an eight-inch rubber dick up his asshole. He was being turned into a fucked up cunt boy. How our fortunes can change in an instant. I started to fuck the dildo in and out of the boy's ass quite hard. Twice he almost fainted, and Rick had to dick-slap him. Yes, Rick had his dick out now too. How can you blame him? With Chad distracted, I shoved the beast dildo fully into his super-stretched ass canal and saw those lovely ass lips snap closed around the narrow base. It was such a tight, secure fit I don't think even he could dislodge it with both his hands.
From someplace in the bedroom, Rick had found an eight by ten glossy picture of Chad's girlfriend, and now, just for fun, he stood in front of the dildo fucked boy, rubbing his leaking dick all over the face of the girl in the photo. That, for some reason, made Chad cry really hard. Now I made Chad raise his dildo fucked ass as high as he could. I slapped the base of it a few times and then took some pics of the blue rubber cock base sticking out of his hole. I forced him to get off the table and crawl around so the dildo would churn up his guts some. He was out of his mind with pain, really almost delirious. His face displayed that totally fucked-up look that I just love on a cute kid. I ordered him to stand up, which was a terribly painful struggle for him, but he finally made it. He moved like a robot, the rubber cunt stuffer causing him serious cramps with each move.
"Don't worry. You'll soon get used to it, Chad. You'll soon be able to run and exercise and do most everything with it up your cunt. Not only that, but you'll move on to lots bigger ones.” He tried to step toward me, but his legs collapsed, and he fell to the carpet. We laughed and laughed. His fall just caused the ass fucker to resettle deeper. He howled, and snot flew from his nostrils, and his eyes grew red.
"Now listen, Chad, before we became distracted, you were learning how to respect my dick. Now here's what I want you to do. I want you to squat in front of me. Then I want you to sit down on the dildo! Get it really nicely seated into your cunt, I mean, pussy. Then lift your head and lick and kiss my dick and balls to thank me for being so nice to you. I wanna see real respect for my cock and balls. I want a grateful look on your face. And try to smile. I like a nice cheerful cock sucker, and so does Rick. We hate all this moaning and crying. Try to be happy. Rick will let you lick and suck his dick and nuts too. And then we have to get dressed and go out. We are taking you someplace special. We might stop at your job on the way to see if anyone is still there, so you can resign properly. But if it's too late, we can do that tomorrow."
Chad roared like a wounded animal as the rubber dick was forced deeper into his hole when he sat on it. It did cross my mind for a second that we were perhaps starting with too large a dildo, but only for a second. Chad could learn. He would learn to take anything that I threw his way.
It's not easy for an anal virgin to adjust to a huge rubber dick up his ass. Chad was in agony, which was fine with me. I fucked it in and out of his ass in several different positions. I made him stand up and walk with it in, as I knew it was stretching the inside of his rectum. Several times his legs collapsed, and he fell down. I had him stand upside down, like a gymnast, and then lean against the sofa back to steady himself. With his feet in the air, I fucked the rubber dildo in and out of his cunt. He was pretty wiped out, and we let him collapse. Rick and I took a break to see what to eat in Chad's fridge. We made sandwiches for ourselves. I took the opportunity to have Rick take a nice heavy piss into a bowl of corn flakes, and we gave that to Chad to eat. He looked at it like it was an Alien being.
"Now, Chad, lots of food you will be eating from now on will have various bodily fluids mixed in. We want you to become comfortable with all human bodily waste products. So, cereal with piss on it is nothing very extreme. You'll soon prefer nice strong male piss to milk. Here, let Rick and me also spit into the cereal a bit. Now you will notice I did not provide you with a spoon. I want you to eat the cereal on the floor like an animal. Stick your cute dildo-stuffed ass up in the air, bend your head down, and lap the cereal out of the bowl like a good doggie. All right?"
By now, Chad knew I wasn't kidding. He also knew I wasn't exaggerating. I expected him to do everything I said. Totally naked and in pain from the rubber dick up his stretched ass, he crouched over the bowl of piss-soaked cereal and gazed down into it. His lower lip trembled.
"Come on, Chad, we have places to go. Eat up. Get your ass up in the air, nice and high. Spread your legs a bit so your balls can be seen." We were, of course, stripping Chad of all dignity. That was part of the fun of working over a straight boy. He extended his tongue, touched the piss-soggy cereal, gagged, and puked something onto the kitchen floor beside his bowl. It was not a lot of puke but a puddle of putrid-smelling gunk. He coughed and cried a bit. He was pretty much crying all the time, little simpering cries.
"Bad boy. Now, look at what you have done. You have vomited on your nice clean kitchen floor. Now you will have to lick up all your puke!"
He lifted his head to look at me with sad, weary eyes. “Please … ” He slowly shook his head no. His mouth moved, but no other words came out.
"No? Did you shake your head no? Are you still refusing orders after all, I have been through with you today?" I was out of the chair in an instant. I grabbed a wooden cooking spoon out of a container on the counter. Rick was right with me. We can't stand uppity little cunt boys. We expect any boy with whom we work to obey instantly and completely. Rick kicked Chad over onto his back on the kitchen floor. Then he knelt down and forced the kid's thighs apart. I took the wooden spoon and thwacked the boy hard in the scrotum. You could hear not only the splat of the wood against the scrotum skin but also the thud of the spoon actually hitting the nuts. Chad went wild. He threw himself in pain, and Rick had everything he could do to hold the little twat still.
"WHYYYYY?!" He howled in torment, twisting on the linoleum. But since I had already addressed that issue several times, I didn't feel an answer was required. I smacked his beautiful full young nuts again, watching the eggs dance in their skin sack. The boy's toes curled, and his legs tightened with tension. He threw his head from side to side.
“You brought this on yourself. Do you understand, Chad? You will never say no to anything I tell you to do! Do you understand that?"
"Yes, yes, Oh God, yes. Please stop. Please Stop!" He lay on the floor in a mess and in tears.
"Well, crawl on up and lick up your puke! Rick and I are waiting."
He struggled to his hands and knees again, and like an animal, he lowered his head and began to lap at his own vomit.
"That a boy. Ass up, legs spread a bit. Your balls are swollen now and look really nice. After you finish the puke, you may eat your cereal. I am sorry that the taste of the cereal may be spoiled a bit by the vomit flavor in your mouth, but it's your own fault."
Chad lapped up the cereal too. This time, it all stayed down, which proves that a boy can do more than he thinks he can if he puts his mind to it. I always tell boys that, but they seldom believe me.
I found a chocolate chip cookie on a plate. "Okay, now, you are doing a good job. So, I have a little reward for you. All of this activity has made my dick leak pre-fuck pretty badly. I leak a lot naturally, Chad. You will discover that. One of your jobs will be licking up the leak from my dick. But for now, Rick and I will give this cookie a nice pre-cum frosting for you. Don't think I'm crazy. We're not just fooling around here, although it is fun. I want you to get used to the taste of our cock leak. Lots of dudes I know train their girlfriends this way. They get the bitches used to the taste of dick sauce by putting it on and in their food."
We had enough pre-fuck to give the top of the cookie a glistening slimy frosting. I smiled as I handed it to Chad. "Here you are, baby, no hard feelings about the nut beating, I hope. I don't like to hurt you. I want us to only have good times together. Now eat your cookie." He took it and looked at it like a recently orphaned child. Then he looked up into my eyes with a pathetic puppy dog look.
"What do you say, Chad?"
"Thank you." he barely whispered.
"Thank you, what?" I gently asked, enjoying his corn flake and piss-smeared face.
"Thank you, Sir,” he said louder. I patted his head.
"It's got some of Rick's fuck slop on it too.” He turned his head toward Rick as if it were painful to do so.
"Thank you, Sir," he said to Rick.
"You're quite welcome, Chad!" Rick said, standing in the kitchen, jerking on his swollen dick.
There is an inherent thrill for a male to break another male. You see it in sports competitions, certainly in war, and even in business. You see it in college fraternity rituals and activities. Guys naturally love to degrade other guys. To see them lose. It's part of our untamed nature.
"Now, Chad, you may go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Take a shower. You may remove the dildo to clean up inside your asshole. Get yourself real clean inside because you are going to get fucked." He whimpered. "Oh, don't be such a baby. Little boys get fucked all the time without making the fuss you're making. After you are clean, inside and out, replace the rubber dick in your ass. Push it all the way in until your ass lips grab the base. It should stay in place by itself. Then make sure to brush your teeth and gargle. We'll be waiting for you, so don't take forever."
Forty minutes later, Chad stood before us with a towel around his waist, spic, and span. "What the fuck are you doing with that towel on? You are to be totally bare-assed naked with us at all times unless told differently."
"Sorry, it was just habit," he said, sort of like a frightened animal. He dropped the towel.
"That's all right, Chad. We all have old bad habits we need to break. I understand.” I ran a hand down his shoulder to his pec and played with one of his tits. He closed his eyes but didn't move. He was slowly learning.
"He's got good titty potential, don't you think, Rick?
"I think we should give him some titty implants, beef up those udders a bit."
"A good exercise regime can do that. We're going to the gym now, Chad. Rick has some buddies of ours meeting us there."
“My clothes … Sir. My clothes are all in plastic bags."
"Oh, I know. I haven't forgotten. Rick brought something for you to wear. As I told you, we will select all your clothes from now on. You don't have a flattering sense of taste. Here.” I threw down a light green string thing onto the floor in front of him.
His confused boyish look really gave my dick a lurch. "What is that, Sir?"
“That’s your clothing, dumb shit! That's what you're wearing to the gym.”
This gadget had to be seen to be believed. For those of you who saw Borat's single sling pouch suit in the film – it’s also called a mankini -- well, this was like that, but twice as obscene. Two spaghetti-thin straps went over the shoulder and down into the ass crack. These thin straps were connected to a very, very tiny prick pouch. The pouch was so small and hung so low that it revealed his dick root. It was barely acceptable anywhere and totally obscene in most places.
Chad was about to protest that he couldn't wear such a thing, but I raised one hand threateningly, and he shut up. Well, he made a moaning sound and picked up the thong. It really was fucking obscene. Chad slipped into it. The pouch was so small that if he moved wrong, his nuts showed or his dick root or both. Too bad he was so nicely endowed. It made wearing the garment worse. Well, how embarrassed could he feel wearing it? After all, he had a huge rubber dildo up his ass, and since the thong had nothing in the rear except string, the ass plug clearly showed!
"Oh Rick, look. So much of Chad's prick and ball hair shows. That is truly unsightly. Why not pop into the bathroom and fetch a razor or scissors. Let's just trim that a bit."
Chad screwed up his cute face. "Oh Please … "
Part 4 of 5
I smiled. "Don't worry, we'll get you looking real good! Can't have curly prick hair sticking out the side of your thong pouch, now can we?"
Our poor little college freshman was getting a work over, and the fun was just starting. We got his prick patch cleaned up. We didn't shave him entirely down there yet. We wanted to save that fun for later. Then I was about to toss him a pair of flip-flops, but why ruin his overall sense of nakedness.
"Okay, pals, let's go to the gym.” I opened the door and went into the hall of Chad's apartment. Some teenage boys were hanging around on the next landing. I knew this would be fun. "Chad, come on, we'll be late."
He slowly edged into the hallway and down the stairs, looking obscene. He could hardly walk with the dick up his ass, so his gait was stiff and awkward. When he moved wrong, the stem of his dick was revealed at the top of the pouch, or his ball skin became visible at the sides. Still, he was covered, so there was nothing illegal about him. It is not illegal to be outside in a swimsuit.
"Do I have to?" He asked with a pleading look when he heard the voices of the teenage boys below us. "They know me!"
"Yes, Chad, you have to. Now come on.” I walked in front of Chad, and Rick followed him. You should have heard the screams of delight from the four teenage boys when they saw this almost totally naked college dude in only a string thong.
'Jesus, Christ, Chad, what the fuck are you doing?" One cute kid of about fifteen shouted. The others slapped their thighs in hysterics and busted a gut laughing.
“We never knew you were a faggot … ” One boy said, jumping out of the way in case Chad or Rick, or I took a swing at him.
"I always knew he was a fag, but how he always looks at my bulge." Another boy shouted, squealing with laughter in a way only boys of that age can, half boy, half little girl voice.
"Now we know where to go for free blow jobs.” The first boy said with scorn as if he were disappointed in Chad. Perhaps he had idolized him before. Well, no more.
We continued on down. Chad was crying again, tears running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin.
“Holy Christ, look at this. He's got a rubber dick up his ass!” The boys all scrambled to see. Neither Rick nor I tried to stop them.
"That is the sickest thing I ever saw! I'm gonna report him to the manager. We don’t want some twisted faggot cock sucker in our building."
Chad turned. His jaw worked. His eyes were filled with tears. “I'm … I'm … not … ”
"CHAD!" I barked. Then I turned to the boy. "You boys might actually want a cock sucker in the building. Imagine getting your dicks sucked whenever you please. From now on, his door will always be unlocked. All you got to do is go right in, say, 'Open up, Faggot,' and he'll suck your dicks for you. Any time, night or day. Totally free. Can you get a better deal than that? My buddy and I are totally straight, but we use the faggot to suck dick. We also love to have fun with him, like making him dress really faggy like this. You might want to have fun with him like this too."
"Could we? Could we do nasty shit to him?" The 15-year-old said with a spark in his eye. I knew he had natural talent.
"Of course, but if you tell management, you’ll lose your faggot. So, hush on that. OK?” I continued, “No one will stop you. Certainly, not the fucking faggot here. If he doesn't do everything you tell him to, report it to me, and we'll take care of him. We'll be around a lot for a while, so you feel free to tell us if he misbehaves.
A boy of about fourteen frowned. "What do we get him to do?"
Another boy kicked his buddy playfully. "Sick shit, ass wipe! We can make him eat garbage and clean our jock straps with his mouth."
"That's the idea, boys. You just be as creative as you can. And don't go too easy on him. Faggots need a good punch or kick every now and then. We had to slap his balls a little while ago to get him to drink our piss."
You should have seen the wide eyes the boys made. "Drink your piss! Holy shit, that is fucking gross." The boys were looking at one another like it was fucking Christmas morning.
"Oh yeah, he'll drink all your piss anytime you want. Your other friends' piss too. Get a gang to come over and use him as a toilet."
“You got to be kidding." the cute 15-year-old with the twinkle in his eye said.
I stopped and turned. "No, I am not kidding at all. Any of your dudes need to take a leak?"
"Please … " Chad whined.
"Yeah, I got to pee!" said the 15-year-old. He seemed the bravest of the bunch.
"You heard the man, Chad. Kneel down and open your mouth."
“Please, sir, not here, in public?” Chad pleaded but continued to open his mouth.
"Holy Fuck, he's going to do it," another boy squealed as Chad sank to his knees.
"Whip it out," I said to the cute teen, wanting to get a close-up look at his boy meat. The kid unzipped and fished out a nice hunk of fuck hose for a kid. He was still young but already hefty, meaty, and thick.
"What's your name, Kid?"
"Jack!” he said, smiling at me with a corny, kid smile.
"You live here?"
"Yeah, why?" He stood there holding his dick.
"You will be in charge of Chad when he is home here. He needs constant discipline. He must be put in his place and reminded that he is a fucking faggot hole all the time! Anything you can think of to do to him that is totally nasty, you just go ahead and do it. There are some rules, but I'll tell you what they are later. Here's my card with my email address on it. Shoot me an email, and I'll write back to you about our faggot training. You want to help us train faggots?"
He nodded. Shit, he was cute. "You bet," he said, a huge grin on his face. He was stilling, holding his fat young 15-year-old dick.
"Okay then, head back, Chad. Open wide. Don't spill any now. You just showered. Now relax and pretend you are a urinal! Just keep saying to yourself, 'I'm a fucking urinal. I'm a fucking urinal.' Go ahead, Jack, don't be shy." Jack stood up next to Chad, his teenage dick hanging over Chad's cute face. It was a hot sight. Jack shook his dick and squeezed.
"I can't make the piss come … " he said, a silly look on his face like he was letting us down.
"Just relax, boy. It's always difficult the first time you piss in a faggot's mouth. You'll get used to it. Just think of his face as a toilet. That is all faggots are good for. That and sucking dick. Go ahead. Just take a deep breath and relax."
He stood there for a minute, and then suddenly, a burst of yellow piss shot out of his cute dickhead and splattered Chad in the face.
"Oh shit, sorry, I missed," the kid said, embarrassed as hell.
“That's okay. It's not your job to aim. It's the faggot's job to catch all the piss. You just let go and let the faggot scramble for it. Get that piss, Faggot.” The other boys were totally silent now. I could spot some teenage hard-ons in their pants. This was turning out better than I could have imagined. Jack was pissing a nice strong stream now right into Chad's mouth. Chad was moaning as his mouth filled up with piss like a reservoir.
"Finished pissing? Okay, then let the faggot toilet boy suck the last drops of piss from your dickhead. Go ahead, Faggot. Suck the piss from Mr. Jack's big dickhead.” Chad groaned but dutifully sucked the boy's cockhead. Jack closed his eyes like he was in heaven. And he was. I'll bet he had never had a mouth on his dick.
"Well, we got to go. We'll be back later, and we can talk more about how you dudes can use the faggot. Okay? See you around."
"See you … " the boys chanted in unison. They were frozen in awe.
We walked Chad out to my car. He whimpered, of course, being exposed to the neighborhood. He was wearing nothing except his stupid string thong, which left nothing at all to the imagination.
"Chad, you can't sit in my good car covered in wet piss. How about doing some jumping jacks until the piss dries?" There were a couple of transients, one pushing a shopping cart full of junk. They were halfway down the block but coming our way. Chad didn't want to comply, so I gave his bare-ass a few hard spanks to get him going.
"Why is that guy dressed so stupid, Mister?" one homeless guy asks.
"He's a cock sucking faggot, and we are making an example of him. Do you gentlemen know what a cock sucking faggot is?"
“Yeah, but not looking like a freak like this.”
"Here, let me show you what our special cock sucking faggot does. Down on your knees, Chad, open up."
"OH no, not here. Not in public. Not in front of these fucking hobos!" His face pleaded with me, too, all squinty-eyed and droopy trembling lips.
"You'll be punished for your rudeness. Now, down on your knees, Chad!” He fell to his knees on the pavement.
"He's got something sticking out of his ass! What’s that?" The cart pusher asked.
"That's a dildo. We keep his ass plugged because faggots are very nasty naughty guys, and if we don't keep his asshole plugged, he will be shoving things up it."
"EEccchhhh! What kind of things?"
"Anything he can get his faggot hands on. Candles, wooden spoons, pens, wieners, carrots. Some faggots think it feels good to shove things up their asses.
"Gentlemen, it might feel really good to faggots, I admit that, but it's not a good habit to get into. Sure, every dude tries it a few times. Every kid I know has tried to shove something up his ass, like a pickle or a cucumber, say, but it's not good to do it too often. Now watch, and I'll show you why Chad is a cock sucking faggot."
I opened my pants and hauled out my big fat dick. I made sure the boys saw it clearly. I know how kids that young idolize a good hunk of fuck meat. Rick stood guard in case any adults happened by. Of course, people could have been watching from the houses, but we were blocked by our car on one side and some trees on the other.
"Open up faggot, and lick and suck my dick and balls for these gentlemen." Chad was a brand new faggot, so it took him a while to get up the courage. Or perhaps to break down completely. Anyway, it took a slap on his head to get him licking and sucking my meat. They stood dumbfounded.
"Nothing feels better in the whole world than getting your dick licked and sucked. Believe me, gents, no feeling on earth is as good as this. I'd let him lick and suck you guys, but were have to be on our way to the gym now."
We sent the two filthy bums on their way. I told Chad to sit in the front seat beside me while Rick climbed back. Chad began to get in, grateful to be hidden, but I stopped him.
"Chad, how fucking impolite are you. You can't wear that string suit in the car. That's your gym thong. Take it off before you get into the car."
"Please, sir, I'll be naked." His lower lip trembled so badly he could hardly get the words out. He had a little of my pre-fuck near the corner of his mouth. It was really cute.
"Yes, of course, you will be naked. When you ride in my car, you are naked."
I watched as he peeled off the string thong. I mean, why make such a fuss, the fucking stretch pouch with shoulder straps barely covered anything, to begin with. As he stripped naked, his fat dick and balls jiggled and danced. Chad was left standing there on the sidewalk as Rick and I got in, started the car, and let the engine idle. Only then was he allowed to crawl in. He slid into the car, filled with shame. He must have moved wrong with the dildo up his ass, which caused him to let out a shriek of pain, which gave Rick and me a good laugh. His smooth, well-toned body looked beautiful there in my car. He put his legs together and jammed his fists into his crotch, trying to make himself as small as possible. We drove away.
"You are not sitting properly, Chad. The proper way to sit in a car is with your legs spread and your feet up on the dashboard."
"My feet … but everyone will see … " I gave him a withering glance, and he complied. He spread his strong young legs and placed his feet on the dashboard before us. Anyone passing could see his feet, so they, of course, would look into the car, where they could easily see the rest of him naked.
"Chad, what if someone does look into the car. I won't have you embarrass me. Look at that disgusting fear-shriveled dick. Get it hard at once. Be proud of yourself. Show anyone looking in what a fine hunk of fuck meat you have. Go on, jerk your meat for us."
Chad released one of those cute sobs and started fingering his meat.
"I didn't say finger it like a 13-year-old. I said jerk it! I want to see that dick rock hard and leaking." With ragged breath and a sweet look of total humiliation on his face, Chad sat in my car, masturbating his dick. I pulled through a park where a bunch of red bandana-wearing -- presumed -- gang members were horsing around and smoking pot.
"Oh, don't go over there, please … " Chad wailed.
"Just keep jerking your meat like a good boy, baby. Make me happy.” I slowed down, so the guys could see Chad's face and feet through the window. They could also see his shoulder working up and down. They knew the score. They knew what he was doing.
Now, I am not so foolish as to put myself in jeopardy by confronting a gang out here. My safety plan was to keep the engine running and my foot on the gas, ready to shoot out of here like a bat out of hell. I do protect my property, as all good Masters do.
"There's a dude in that car, watching us and jerking his meat!" One of the Latino guys, a tall thin boy, shouted.
"Fucking pervert!” Another guy yelled, and the gang of teens began running for the car. Yes, I was being careful and watched if they would get aggressive. They were bare-chested with low-slung pants and their boxer shorts showing at the top.
"That Faggot is bare-assed! Look at him. He's bare-assed!" They almost skidded to a halt, bumping into one another. Their mouths hung open, but their eyes were hungry.
"Chad. Open the car door so these gentlemen can see you masturbating."
"Oh, God! Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!"
Rick reached up from the back seat and gave Chad a whack on the head. "Do it!" he growled.
Chad opened the door, and the gang of older teen boys let out a howl of mocking laughter. "Look at the fucking faggot. Do you fucking believe it?"
"Chad, take your feet off the dashboard, turn, and place them on the ground outside the car so you are facing the boys with your legs spread. Continue to beat your dick."
Part 5 of 5
"Just keep jerking your meat like a good boy. Make me happy.” I slowed down, so the group of roughyins could see Chad's face and feet through the window. They could also see his shoulder working up and down. They knew the score. They knew what he was doing.
"We should get the fuck out of town, scumbag!" one of the teens yelled, perhaps the leader, but he spoke with a sort of smile. He didn’t seem truly threatening.
"There's three of them in the car, and the other two look pretty mean. Better just stay here."
"Yeah, there's three of them and six of us!” Another gang member shouted.
"Just stay away from them. They could all be homos!"
“Look at that fucking freak cranking his meat right in front of us! Looks like he's crying. Is he crying? Why is that faggot crying and jerking his dong?" The boys were about seven feet away from the car.
"All right, Chad, give them a big smile like you want to invite them all to come over here and fuck you up the ass." Then added, "Now lift and spread your legs and start to fuck the dildo in and out of your asshole for these gentlemen." My poor Chad was making sick animal sounds. He sobbed and sobbed as he lifted his strong young legs. He had to lean back against me to get the proper angle so the teenage boys could see his plugged asshole.
"Jesus Christ, the freak has a dildo up his ass!"
"I don't fucking believe this. We should call the police or something."
"This is the sickest thing I ever saw!"
But they were all rooted to their places, watching Chad work the rubber dick in and out of his asshole.
"Faster and harder, Chad. Fuck yourself faster and harder for these gentlemen.” I knew he must be in terrible pain. Up until a few hours ago, he had been an anal virgin. He must be churning up his guts really good. The grunts coming from him were making me hard as a rock. These poor straight gangbangers sure seemed really interested and excited.
Chad was going to town, fucking and grunting and moaning and crying all at the same time. But we had to move on. I didn’t want to get too involved with this Latino gang. You never know when they might actually charge us.
"Okay, back in the car, baby. You did an excellent job. That's what I like. I like to see you obeying. See, when you obey, everyone is happy. Okay, feet back up on the dashboard and jerk that dick again. Wave to the boys and close the car door!"
"We're gonna call the police and report you!” the leader shouted, giving us the finger. Too bad I didn't have more time to play with them. And luckily, I had removed the license plates from my car, so they couldn't report it. We zoomed away, Chad next to me, trying to control his crying as he beat his meat diligently.
"See, Chad. Isn't this more fun than having a girlfriend? I knew you'd enjoy it once you got into it. And it sure beats school and a job; nothing but sex and fun with your new best friends." We drove a bit more out onto the highway. It was getting dark now.
"Chad, I want Rick to get some nice photos for your new website. So, pull the dildo out of your ass for a while, will you?"
Chad looked over at me, scared as shit at what might be coming. But he pulled the big rubber dick out of his ass, wincing and making a sound like a car with bad brakes. I glanced down and laughed at how red and raw the hole was and stretched open too.
"Look at your asshole, Chad. It's becoming a pussy already. And we haven't even been at this a whole day. Look how nice and big that hole is."
He lifted his balls to get a look at his new cunt and wailed in horror. His rectum was red and raw, and the puckered asshole was the size of a half dollar. "You've ruined me for life … " he moaned.
"Don't be stupid, baby. Assholes are like twats. They close up again after a while. It will take weeks of work for you to get it to stay open like that all the time. You can't turn an asshole into a cunt overnight."
He cried and cried. 'I don’t want a cunt … " he managed to say between gulps of air.
I reached over and patted him gently. "That's what they all say at first. I don't want to get fucked. I promise you, Chad, if you apply yourself and work hard with us, you will learn to love dick up your ass. You will learn to love being a fucked out pussy slut for massive fuck meat. You will learn to be proud of your cunt and what it can do."
I pulled over to the side of the highway. Cars were whizzing by. "I just want to get some photos for my friends and the website we are building dedicated to you. Get out of the car, Chad, and crawl for us on hands and knees down the highway a bit." Rick whooped and pulled out his camera.
Chad turned to me. "You must be kidding. Please say you are kidding. I have done everything. I did everything … you … I can't do this."
I shook my head and smiled. “I have to say this for you. You are an obstinate little fucker. Are we going to have to hurt you again?"
"Oh please, sir. I'll suck your dicks. I'll do a better job. Please, don't make me do this. There are hundreds of cars going past."
"So, you better be ready to scramble back into the car if anyone stops. You can see I've positioned my car so I can zoom down the off-ramp. Now I want you to crawl as I taught you. Back arched, ass up high in the air, legs spread. I want the photos to clearly show your new cunt. If you don't do it right, we'll just have to do it again. Just crawl 30 feet, showing us your fresh new cunt. That's all!"
Chad opened the door, bawling like a fucking baby. He took his feet off the dash but seemed to have trouble moving. “I'm so scared. I can't walk … my legs are like jelly." he protested.
"That's okay, baby. You don't have to walk. Just crawl!"
I know what I was doing was dangerous for us as well. But I am a risk taker. Not much scares me anymore. I love the thrill of taking big fucking risks. Especially when it is some innocent boy who is being degraded or humiliated.
Chad crawled bare-assed down the highway. Cars slowed, but people didn't like to get involved. None stopped. No trouble. We even followed him in our car while he crawled, and Rick snapped photos. I didn't need the emergency off-ramp. Chad crawled into the light of our headlights. His bare-ass high, his legs spread, and his balls swinging. His sore, stretched asshole was a work of art in the headlight glare. He was losing it. I could tell. In one day, he was losing it. That was all right, as I intended to remake him into the kind of cock hungry fuck slut I wanted.
But this tough straight boy couldn't willingly take a little abuse. And it was nothing, nothing compared to what was coming to him. We made him crawl all the way to a rest stop. There amid parked cars, we took more pictures of him bare-assed naked and crying. Guys exited the toilet and offered to fuck him for us, but we had to get to the gym. I told the guys that we would be back another time. At last, we allowed him to crawl back into the car, shaking and in shock.
My buddy Rick owns the fucking gym. So, it was no problem to close it for "a private party.” He invited about thirty guys he knows from his cycle club and from the s/m bars around town. They were all there waiting for Chad when we arrived. Chad was pretty fucking disoriented. He had had enough abuse slammed into him for one day. But … sorry for Chad, his fun was just beginning, or should I say, OUR fun was just beginning.
While we drove to the gym, Rick, in the back seat, had Chad lower his front seat until he was almost lying back as in a dentist's chair. He had his bare feet up on the dashboard. He also had replaced his nice thick rubber dick up his ass. He was coming along nicely. With Chad's seat reclined Rick would lean over Chad's face and tell him to keep his mouth wide open. Then he would spit into the kid's mouth repeatedly until Chad's mouth was filled with a lake of spit. Then he would order the boy to swallow. Then he held Chad's face real still, let a long string of spit hang from his mouth, and went right into Chad's nostrils. He wanted the little cunt to be smelling and tasting his manhood. Rick is a no-nonsense dude. Maybe even rougher on a boy than I am.
When we pulled into the Gold’s Gym parking lot, Chad stiffened. "Please, oh please, for the love of God, don't make me go into the gym naked and in this obscene string thing. Everyone will think I am a faggot!"
I laughed and ruffled his hair. "Everybody already thinks you are a faggot because we told them you were. The gym is closed to the public tonight, so you don't need to worry. It's just us and some friends. Now be a good little cock sucker and hop out. Make me proud."
I did toss him the mankini string suit to put on. I think that made him look more indecent than if he were fully naked. There he stood in the parking lot in his string pouch, looking miserable. I put one arm around his shoulder like he was my girlfriend and walked him to the gym. They were ready for us all right. The beer was flowing, and the guys were standing around in only jock straps or tight gym shorts. Turns out there were 28 of them. They cheered when we walked our little pussy boy into the gym. Chad could hardly breathe. He kept groaning guttural sounds in his throat, like a little boy who has cried so hard, he can't quite stop. The guys applauded Chad's nice outfit.
"Look at the fucking faggot!" One guy yelled, and the others roared with laughter and echoed him
Chad did a foolish thing. He broke away from me and ran toward the guys. "Somebody help me, please. They forced me to do this. I am not gay. Please, somebody, help me!” He fell to his knees halfway across the room. One of our gym buddies, who was barefoot, hauled back and kicked Chad right in the face like most of them. It wasn't hard enough to break his nose or anything, but it was hard enough to lay him out. I was over him in an instant.
"You have embarrassed me in front of my friends, Chad. You will be severely punished for that. You will be sorry. Very sorry. You will never ever cross me or embarrass me again. Don't you think I want to be proud of my new boyfriend? Or should I say, girlfriend? I'm still not sure. Now, Chad, listen and listen good. The guys here will take the next two hours to work out. It's totally free tonight, all on Rick. The only difference from the usual gym practice is that there is an open bar with hard liquor and beer. That, plus the guys will be working out wearing only their jockstraps.
Your job during the next two hours is to crawl, I repeat, crawl from dude to dude and beg them to let you lick out their sweaty assholes. You know how stinking asses get when guys work out. The sweat just drips from the ass crack and the hole itself. Well, I want you to crawl around and offer to lick those sweaty, stinking assholes clean. There are 28 guys here at our wonderful Gold’s Gym. That's 28 asses for you to lick and suck. And you better do a first-class job on every single one." The guys cheered, and some of their prick pouches were already straining with huge erections.
I stripped down to my jockstrap, as did Rick. We had a glass of wine and watched our friends work up a good sweat doing their sets. These guys took working out seriously, and they were ripped as hell. Soon the room stank of male sweat, and it was time for Chad to go to work.
I paid close attention as he approached the first three or four guys to ensure he was doing well. Later, he would be on his own.
He crawled with his ass up and the dildo sticking out of his hole. He arched his back as I had taught him and kept his legs apart so his balls swung when he crawled. He was learning. Now if I could break that stubborn streak of resistance in him. He still thought he had a right to his own thoughts and feelings. Still, it was only the first day. I suppose it takes a formerly straight college student a bit of time to adjust to the idea that he is a mindless cum hole! That is, he is to have no life at all, except to service dick! Most people, horny as they are at times, can never understand a life where your only thought is cock and balls and where you have no other work, no other hobbies, no other interests. Only DICK! You have to forget a lifetime of love and nurturing and become an animal whose only purpose is to serve your master and his fucking fuck meat. But don't worry, I had every intention of getting Chad to that point. I really was quite taken with him.
Chad had been instructed to ask each guy working out, "Please, Sir, may I lick your sweaty ass clean for you?" We started with some of our closest friends, who would get things going properly.
"What did you say, faggot? I couldn't hear you," a muscular buddy asked, tensing his sweating glutes. Since the guys only wore jockstraps, their asses were naked, and we could see the drops of sweat clinging to the ass hairs.
"Please, Sir may I lick … oh God … may I lick your sweaty ass clean for you." He was shaking all over the place.
"Yeah, actually a nice ass suck would be good right about now. Rest your head back on the leather seat of this Universal gym, and I'll just squat down over your faggot face.
Honest to God, the look on Chad's face was priceless. With his jockstrap pouch stretched to bursting and a big grin, Mike straddled the kid’s face. The sweat from his hairy ass dripped onto Chad's face.
"Use your hands to spread the ass cheeks, Chad, so you can get way in there," I instructed.
"OOOOOOOH," Chad wailed as he spread the muscular ass globes, and more stinking sweat dripped down onto his face.
"Lick up and down the crack to catch all the sweat. Then suck the ass hairs so you get them nice and clean. And then go to work on the asshole itself. First, lick all around the pucker. Then suck on the ass, pucker. Then stick your tongue as deep as you can up into the rectum! Then wiggle your tongue and fuck it in and out of my rectum. Then suck hard on the ass while you tongue my rectum. Anybody complains, and you are in deep shit."
And so, it went. Chad went from muscle man to muscle man, sucking ass. It took quite some time, but none of us were in a hurry.
"Take notice, Chad, how each ass tastes and smells differently. I am going to want you eventually to be able to identify one of my friends just by the taste of his ass."
So this was Chad’s life. This “straight” young college freshman has become my faggot on demand to do what I say when I say it, how I say it, and where I say it. So, his life is over as he knew it.
Note: The end? So is this how Chad will live the rest of his life? Where is the escape? The revenge? Does this dominator come to his senses? I mean, what if he gets tired of the boy after a few years or whatever time frame? Does he set him free? Does Chad become so twisted that he eventually likes his sub-slave position with this Master? Is it possible that he never gets back to dating women, working, or school? Wow, this can’t end here without our knowing the full story. Right?
The sequel to this story will begin in 2 days. Make sure you read it.
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