196 Gym Quest: The Sequel

Gym Quest: The Sequel
Part 1 of 4

From the original story: I met young, cute, bubble-butt Chad at the gym. I’d been studying him for a while and determined that he would be my next faggot conquest for training. I’m very picky. A candidate must be cute, nicely built, and very straight. That’s how I like him; with spite and fight. Training is a lot more fun that way. I cornered him at his locker when he returned from the shower, naked and vulnerable. I had hidden his clothes.

“I said, Chad, 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.”

“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.

“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.”

“Here’s the deal, Chad. 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.”

“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 … “Chad was burbling in anguish.

“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. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I want you to close your bank account.”

“OK, so far, so good. Now, I wouldn’t try to cross or disobey me, or others could suffer. Do we understand each other? I know all about your life. I know all about your family. About your baby brother, everything. Don’t make them suffer, right? Now you have a busy morning ahead of you. When I arrive at your place in the afternoon, 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 … all gone. 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.

Well, he did do as I asked, mostly. But whatever was lacking, he soon made up for it. Now he was with a group of jocks at the gym – a private training session. It was his job to suck every dick and lick every ass. Then further requests were made.

Continuing: “Hey, pal, my pits are really rank. Can I have the faggot lick my armpits as well?”

“I don’t see why not. Right, Chad? After you finish with the asshole, bathe his pits with your tongue. And include that from now on as part of your service.” The taste of those assholes and pits must have been horrible if the smell was any indication. A few times, Chad broke down and said he could not continue. But Rick produced a Taser, and we soon had our boy back up to speed with all the enthusiasm of a young pup. Chad was so intent on sucking ass, in fact, that he seemed to forget entirely about the large rubber dick up his own ass. You see how quickly we adjust. He had been an ass virgin just that afternoon.

Eventually, all the asses had been sucked and Chad lay on a mat, exhausted. His eyes were blurry, and spit hung from his swollen lips. Sucking 28 asses is no simple chore.

I held up an empty water bottle. “Our boy Chad looks thirsty. We can’t have him dry mouthed. The next activity is sucking jock strap pouches. I hope you boys all wore your filthiest jock straps tonight. But Chad needs a drink. Does anybody want to help out?”

A large sweaty Black man named George took me up on the offer. I didn’t know him, but he was a good friend of Ricks. He was six foot six and built like a fucking warhorse. He took the empty water bottle, opened it, and pulled aside his rank jock pouch so his eight-inch dick would flip out. And then let it go. He shot his piss into the bottle. Several guys in the room audibly responded to the sight. Others just stared.

“Holy shit!” I said to Rick.

“Yes, George has a 13-inch cunt buster when erect. I thought Chad might like that!”

“Oh my, yes, I think that will be one of his best friends. I need to get to know George better!”

George held the water bottle under his massive fuck meat, tensed, and a heavy spray of dark piss filled the bottle. Some of the guys cheered, and George’s blackface lit up with a white-toothed smile. He was quite a work of art. He was a professional fireman, but he could have been a porn star. I guess, as a fireman, his hose could come in handy! The bottle was filled to the top with very dark piss. George returned the top to the bottle and handed it back to me.

“Sorry if my piss stinks bad. I was eating asparagus.”

“No problem, George,” I said, wanting to get to know this dude better. “That's quite a fucker you've got on you."

He looked down at his wrist-thick dick and smiled a thick-lipped smile. "Yeah, I’ve been blessed. Got to be careful, though. I can rip a boy's pussy so easy it ain't funny. Most of the time, guys refuse to take me."

"Well, I can assure you, once we get him broken in, you can have Chad's pussy any time you please. You just come on over any time you feel the urge to fuck!"

Chad might have been asleep. He lay very still, covered with sweat. I kicked him gently. “Here, Chad, baby. Something to drink. Drink this, you'll feel better."

With a shaking hand, Chad took the water bottle from me and put the bottle to his lips. The first sip gave him quite a surprise. He coughed and gagged and spit onto the floor. I kicked him in the ass. "Don't you dare spit any of that out. George went through all the trouble to make it for you. I want to see you drain every single drop from that bottle! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?" I was getting a bit upset with his continual resistance. What does teaching a boy that you do not spit up a man's piss take? Jesus, it doesn't take a Rhodes Scholar to know that.

I am afraid I have always been something of a bully. When I was in high school, I would stop some little kid on the street, some kid of seven or eight, drag him into an alley, and make him drink my piss. But Chad would do just fine. We watched him gulping down the stinking dark yellow piss.

"Don't chug it too fast. You'll get piss burps." Rick quipped.

"Hey, I got to piss too," a darkly handsome Latino guy said, stretching his muscles and rubbing his dick in his dirty yellow jockstrap.

"Tell you what," I announced. "Anybody who needs to piss. Piss in this large plastic pail. Then when Chad gets thirsty, he can have some of it.

Chad's tight little tummy will soon be bloated with man piss. “All finished, Chad? Good boy, you see how well it goes when you just follow orders and don't make a fuss. We could all have so much fun, and it would be easier for you if you went with the program. I don't like always hurting you. You know how much I like you. I've got a big old crush on you. But you make things so difficult.” Chad was hardly listening. Piss was running from his nose and lips. His eyes were unfocused.

"Come on, baby, stay alert! Time for your next fun task. You’re gonna love this!”

"Come on. We can't allow you to sit around all lazy like. Now I want you to go from guy to guy and give each guy's jock strap pouch a nice suck. Most of these straps are stiff with piss and cum and sweat, so you should get lots of flavors. I want you to get so good you can suck on a dude's jock strap and tell to whom it belongs. Of course, not tonight. Tonight, you are just getting your first taste. But within a few weeks or so. Look at all those hard pricks pushing out those elastic pouches. You are going to get a nice taste of dick too.” I continued, “But, Chad, before you get to your jockstrap cleaning, I think it's time we get you into something a bit more comfortable. Chad, come with me."

'Puh-lease, puh-lease don't do this to me. Puh-lease, let me … go. I'll be good. Please, Sir, I can't take any more … " Chad burbled as he changed into the new outfit I just handed him. I gave his nipples a good hard twist.

"Now, Chad, that’s the thing, I know you feel like you can’t do anymore, but lookie here, you’re gonna love doing this. It’ll become second nature. So, pull yourself together because, boy-oh-boy, do I have a lot more fun in store for you!” I told him with my usual big country boy smile. You’re gonna just love all these big stud guys!”

“Yes, I know you think this is not you. But the good news is, this is the you I want you to become. This is great! So, make me proud, Chad! This is our first date. First dates are so important. Tell me, do you believe in fucking on the first date?” I lay him back on a bench and worked his nipples, actually pulling his body up off the wood by the tits alone. Before I was through with him, he would have teats like a pregnant bitch. “I mean, if two people hit it off and really like each other, like you and I do, do you think it's wrong to fuck on the first date? I mean, I probably should have you tested for HIV and stuff to play safe as modern couples are supposed to do. Even though you claim you are an ass virgin and straight. I mean, you could be lying to attract me. So, we both should be tested, just to prove we're clean because I don't wear a condom when I fuck. But on the other hand, I think I should wait to have you tested after all 28 of my friends are going to fuck you! They're all going to fuck you bareback too, and I hardly know some of them. Rick does. So, I assume they are all clean. But you never know, do you. So, I'll have you tested after they all dump their loads up your pussy."

"I'm not … I'm not … please don't … please … I'm … " The cute little shit wasn't even making sense anymore.

And so, he reappeared in the gym, hardly able to even walk, wearing his new costume, a black see-through mesh jockstrap-like pouch. You could see his dick and balls clearly. His chest, with his stretched red nipples, heaved with the labor of each breath.

“Okay, Chad, the guys are going to sit around now and sip some beer and wine, and your job is to get those filthy jock straps clean as a whistle. Suck all the dried cum and piss and sweat out of those pouches"

"Start with me, faggot,” a huge hairy guy I didn't know shouted. “I ain't washed this jock strap in a year and a half."

"You heard the man, Chad. A perfect place to start."

Chad's pretty little mouth got pretty dry from sucking on all those jock strap pouches. The taste of sweaty dick and cum and piss and that dry elastic pouch can really get to you. So, every little while, we let Chad crawl over to the big plastic pail and slurp up some stale piss that filled it. Soon his hard little tummy was swollen like he was a bitch about to deliver pups. He started to beg me to allow him to please go piss, but I told him he would have to wait. He went on sucking the prick pouches that the guys at the gym were wearing. He got to taste the hard leaking cocks under the pouches too. A few guys flipped the pouches to one side to let Chat lick their big, sweaty balls.

After thirty minutes of this, we were all pretty much ready to fuck some faggot boy's ass. However, I felt that Chat needed a bit of instruction on cock sucking, as he had not actually done very much of that yet in his life, and he would be spending most of his days doing that in the future. So, I had one of the big black guys give him a cock sucking lesson.

We all watched while the black stud instructed him. Chad knelt before the muscular dude and licked his big hairy purple nuts. He had sweat on his forehead from the need to piss, and every few minutes, he would double over with cramps. He would beg me to let him piss in between licking his scrotum, saying the pain was more than he could take. I told him that if he did an exceptional job learning how to properly suck dick, I would allow him to relieve his bladder. He moaned but turned his attention to the dark brown and purple 10-inch dick hovering over his face.

The black dude started by gently bitch-slapping Chad with the hard prick. Chad had to hold real still while the huge thick hunk of fuck meat whapped him across the face over and over, leaving trails of pre-fuck. Then Chad was instructed to open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue. When he didn't stick his tongue out far enough, the muscleman tapped the kid's ball sack with his naked toes just hard enough to elicit a long, drawn-out wail. Chad knelt with his tongue out, the cramps becoming more frequent now. His "Cock sucking" teacher rested the plum-sized purple head of his dick on Chad's tongue. It leaked like crazy, and a trail of fuck slime worked its way like a tiny river down the tongue into the boy's mouth.

"Yo, make sho' you taste dat dick! Don't just suck da motherfucker. You taste every dick you suck. You make sure it rubs over dat taste buds in your fucking face cunt! Got dat? You taste da flavor of dat prick!" I had to laugh. I didn't know this black dude well, but I did know he was the marketing director for a major firm. He was using street slang just for fun to intimidate Chad.

"You got dat, you mother fucking pansy cock sucking faggot? You understand dat you got to really taste da flavor of every single dick you suck?"

Chad tried to answer, but the big dick head leaking on his tongue turned his words into grunts. Jesus, that Black dude leaked a lot like a dog's spittle leaks continually when he is rutting. I reminded myself to invite him to more private parties so he could leak in some kid's mouth. A terrible spasm of cramps doubled Chad over, and the dick slipped out of his mouth and hit his head, leaving some pre-fuck in his hair. This did not make his teacher happy. He pulled back one large brown hand and slapped the boy hard across the face. Hard enough to loosen some teeth, I'll bet.

"Did I tell you to take dat dick outta your face hole? Did I say you could let ma cock head slip offa yo tongue? Get yo useless fucking mouth twat back up here and rest my dickhead on yo tongue like I taught you!"

The black dick was magnificent and looked so beautiful, resting on Chad's tongue. We were all jerking off just watching. Slowly the black dude began to see his dick in and out of Chad's mouth, a little at a time, riding on the cock lubed tongue. The dickhead itself was so huge that Chad had to open wide, like at a dentist’s office, just to get it in. He had difficulty imagining taking more than just the cock knob in his mouth. That huge dick slid over on the boy’s tongue in and out.

"Now let your tongue go back in yo mouth slightly. I said slightly, white trash. Now bring dose white cock sucker lips around the head of da dick as I fucking yo cute little face. Keep tasting ma dick. Don't stop tasting ma dick. I know my dick feels huge. Dats cause it’s mother fucking huge, but don' worry, you can take it. I got faith in you.” In and out, the huge brown cock went. The boy's lips closed over it as the tongue went into the mouth, and the cock started to gently fuck the face. Chad's lips pushed the thick dick skin back and forth.

"Dat a good little faggot cunt. Dis boy gonna make a first-class cock sucker! Easy does it. Take more and more dick. You got three inches in yo mouth. Only got seven more to go." At that, Chad made some kind of hysterical freaked-out sound that got us all laughing.

"Now relax, yo palate. Let ma dick just slide in on dat pre-fuck. Down into yo throat!"

Through the large hollow gym workout room, you could hear the sound of guys’ hands slapping their balls as they pounded their pricks watching the show. Chad was singing now. It was a moan, but the tone went up and down with the big black cock going in and out of his mouth. More and more cock. And then Chad gagged! The black dude pulled out, stepping back, his 10-inch fucker swinging and throbbing and leaking like mad.

"What da fuck was dat? You gag on my dick? You gag on my dick, faggot?"

Slop ran from Chad’s lips and dripped from his chin onto his chest. He looked terrified. “I … I … it's too big. I'm sorry, but it's too big. I can't … I didn't mean to gag … I … " On and on the stumbling apology went. We were trying to keep from laughing, but Chad was crying.

The giant Black man reached down and grabbed Chad by the nipples. He lifted the kid off his knees by the tits! He actually lifted him right up by the nipples, until poor little Chad was hanging limply by his nubs. I feared for a moment that the dude would tear the teats off, but he knew what he was doing. He let Chad's toes just touch the ground. Chad wiggled and twitched like a puppet.

"You don't gag on my dick! Ass wipe cock suckin’ mother fucking pussies do not gag on my big beautiful dick! You got dat?"

"It's too big … it's too beautiful. It's just too big. It's so awesome, Sir … " You should have heard the shit coming out of Chad's mouth.

"If you relax yo face, cunt, like I tole you to do, dere wouldn't be no problem. I fuck down into yo throat just like it was a nice tight twat. I’m teachin' you how to make yo throat a cuntal passage! I gonna be fucking it God damned hard soon, so my balls bounce offa yo chin! You gotta learn how to take ten inches down yo gullet, boy! You hear me? YOU IS MA FACE CUNT! NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU IS!" "I'M YOUR FACE CUNT, SIR!" Chad yelled, getting with the program.

"Tell dese other dudes what you is!"


Do you think it's demeaning for a boy to have to admit that he is a face cunt for guy's dicks? That his face is used as a pussy for dudes to fuck and unload their dick slop into? I suspect our boy Chad was feeling a wee bit degraded.

Well, this went on for some time. The big black dude worked more and more dick into Chad's mouth and down his throat. Of course, Chad gagged again. Who could not gag with that much fuck meat going down his windpipe? The black allowed that his dick was so huge that maybe a little gagging was to be expected. 20 minutes later, Chad hung off the black muscle bodybuilder's dick like he was attached to it by the mouth. The boy had no fight left. He was practically limp. But his mouth suctioned and slurped on the massive fucker invading his throat.

Saliva and pre-cum ran from his mouth on each backstroke. The huge black balls slapped against the boy's chin and neck on each forward thrust. The black held Chad by the ears and fucked him as hard as possible. I loved watching the meaty black ass cheeks contract as he fucked the boy's face and throat. It was beautiful. More than one guy shot his load just watching. We directed guys about to shoot to either do it in a large jar we had for the purpose or to step up and unload onto Chad's face and hair.

When the black giant came, his whole body tensed and vibrated. He slammed his dick as deep as he could and wiggled his hips so the cock would touch every part of Chad's innards. Chad couldn't breathe on the in strokes, of course, and he started to wither on the huge dick. The black just held his head as he sprayed the boy's throat and stomach with cum. Then he pulled out so the second spurt would fill Chad's mouth. Then he pulled all the way out so ropes of cum on the third spurt would hit the kid in the face. We gave the guy quite an ovation for his outstanding performance.

Chad lay on a floor mat in a fetal position, whimpering and sobbing. Cum ran from his mouth and nose. It covered his face. He held his distended tummy and sobbed.

"You still need to piss, Chad, my sweet new boyfriend?" I asked gently. "Does my baby need to piss?"

“Oh, God … yes, please. It hurts so bad. Please … " He rocked on the floor, holding his stomach. When he opened his mouth, strings of cum connected the upper lip to the lower. Backed up sperm dribbled from his nose and ran into his mouth. He was really cute that way. I put one bare foot on his swollen stomach and gently pushed. Like a mother giving birth, he wailed, the sound bouncing off the wall of the gym.

"Okay, Chad, you can piss. Go on, throw your legs up over your head and piss into your own mouth!"

"Wwwhaaaaa? Huh?” Poor cunt was almost incoherent. He blinked and looked up at me.

"You heard me. You swing your legs up so your feet rest behind your head and let your dickie hang over your mouth and open wide and relieve yourself into your own mouth!"

Chad really truly believed he could not take any more abuse. Once again, he was so wrong. This was just the start of our fun. Here we hadn't even scratched the surface yet, and he already believed he could not take any more. He had so fucking much to learn. I zapped him with a Taser a few times to get him to put his legs up and his feet over his head. His dick, shriveled and wrinkled from pain and humiliation, hung limply over his face.

"Go ahead, baby. Open wide and have your piss. You have been begging for it. If you don't piss now, you may not get another chance all night. After you finish pissing, we will commence with the ass fucking and cock sucking. We've got 28 horny dudes here waiting for a crack at your crack, or perhaps your mouth, or maybe both. I mean, most of these dudes can cum three or four times a night, And although the night is no longer young, it is not yet anywhere near old!” I smacked Chad on the back of the thighs with a jump rope, and a spurt of piss shot out of his dick onto his face.

The guys cheered. Once the piss stream started, he could not control it. It was a heavy, hard spray like water shooting out of a fire hose. It splashed onto his face and into his mouth. He closed his mouth and eyes against the onslaught, but I kicked him to remind him to keep his mouth open and to swallow.

In front of 28 horny dudes, my new boy, Chad, pissed into his own mouth! He sobbed and pissed. Piss and cum and snot and tears ran into his mouth. The piss came and came. Shit, he had drunk a lot of piss. No wonder his tummy had been bloated. Of course, he swallowed so much urine that he was sure to be bloated all over again, this time taking recycled piss from his own “system.” Near the end, he just rolled over and puked a little piss and cum onto the floor and lay there like a beached whale, although a good-looking beached whale.

"Well, baby, my buddies are not going to want to fuck you looking like that, so what say you crawl into the shower and clean off. Come on, fuck hole, up and at 'em." He was so filthy I didn't even want to kick him with my bare foot. He struggled to his shaky knees and, on hands and knees, started to crawl.

"Whoah! Wait up there, fella. Look at the mess you made on the gym floor. Look at all that piss and puke. Why not be a good boy and lick it up!"

He knelt there on all fours like a horse and shook his head from side to side. You would have sworn he was neighing. He was sobbing, of course. Have you ever seen a nice strong cute young college boy cry so hard he can hardly function? It is really sexy. All of his macho manner that he exhibited with the ladies at the bars on weekends, gone! Totally gone. Where is the big dicked girl fucking stud now? Turned into a whimpering pussy.

He knew he had no choice, so he lowered his head to the floor and started to lick up all the crap that had poured from his mouth and pisser.

"I do believe he is the most disgusting piece of shit I have ever seen!" Commented Rick, stroking his fat dick.

We had him crawl into the shower area when the floor was clean. "Keep that ass up nice and high when you crawl. Show us that pretty little cunt!"

Gym Quest: The Sequel
Part 2 of 4

I have worked enough boys to know what he was thinking about this time. He thought that if he could just hold on and put up with the abuse a little longer, it would end sometime soon. He was thinking eventually, it would end. Fuck was he wrong! The more I saw this little stud suffer, the more ideas came to me for things I could do to make him suffer more. I mean, for Christ's sake, this was only our first date! And everyone knows you take it easy on the first date. For example, you don't fuck as hard as you'd like to because you don't want to wreck the bitch too soon. On the first date, you encourage the bitch, telling her what a good job she is doing, sucking dick, or whatever. Later, once you have settled into the relationship, you beat the shit out of her if she doesn't suck well enough.

I loved the sight of his ass high and his balls swinging between his legs as he crawled to the shower. All the guys were entranced with the sight, followed. There was not a soft dick in the place, except for Chad's.

"Don't worry about the guys fucking your ass. They can pretty much take care of themselves. You just think about your sucking. I don't want a single complaint, you hear?" He was really wiped out. He kept sobbing that he couldn't take it. He kept begging us for mercy. Some of the guys wanted to fuck his face in the shower, so we let them get started. I reminded him of our black friend's lesson and warned him that he had better give a superior blowjob to every dude. As I said, these guys can shoot three or four loads a night, so after the short break, the fucking continued.

A half dozen of us followed him into the locker room to shower. We shoved a hose up his ass in the shower area to clean him out. We pumped soapy water into him until he looked nine months pregnant again and screamed his lungs out. Then we made him kneel and squirt the shit water out of his ass. Then we filled him again and, this time, had him squat and shit it out.

"Hey," I shouted to two heavy-breathing horny studs at one point. "Why don't a couple of you who are really well hung see if you can get two dicks up his ass at the same time.” Now Chad would appreciate why I had opened him up earlier with the rubber dick. I also suggested that they try to get two dicks in his mouth simultaneously. And so, it started. And we used every corner of the gym. First, it was in the shower, then in the locker room, and then in other places at the gym. It was two at a time. While one guy fucked, the other got sucked. Rick and I had something to eat and a beer or two. We kicked back to watch some TV while the fucking and sucking went on and on. At one point, some of the guys came in complaining that Chad was pretty fucking listless. It seems he was either in shock or totally exhausted. So, I had a go at him with the Taser to perk him up. Tasing the balls can do wonders to give a boy more energy. Cum poured out of his ass, as none of the guys wore a condom. At one point, we had him squat over the cum jar and shit out the cum from his ass into the jar. It was an amazing amount. He kept burping and puking up cum.

I decided to be nice to him and allow him a 10-minute rest before he continued getting fucked and sucking. His asshole was bright red and sore as hell. It was stretched to pieces, but I knew it would tighten up again eventually. His ass lips, however, would probably stay thick and slightly turned out from all the cock, kind of like a cunt!

When he tried to speak, he had no voice left, only a rasp, and his words were mostly incoherent mumblings and pleadings. He was lying on the floor, mumbling but to no one. I pet his hair as one would soothe his loving dog. Then I left him there and went into the office to get the present I bought for Chad. Well, not specifically for Chad. It was for whoever would be my next conquest. I got this a few months back, knowing I would need it someday soon.

From the office, I looked over the counter at my new pussy whore. My eyes started to tear up with pride. He was naked, worn-out, emotionally destroyed, physically exhausted, dripping cum and snot from his nose and mouth. With the right side of his head motionless on the floor with his mouth open, his tongue relaxed, hanging out onto the floor. He was coated in sweat and cum and piss. His hair was cutely matted and reminded me of a dejected, starving, homeless teen in some scuzzy alley looking for a newspaper to cover himself to sleep. Yes, I was so fucking proud. I just met him less than 36 hours ago, and he has been everything I like in a straight boy. I want to train him to be my personal faggot pussy boy.

I found the package I was looking for and brought the small box over to where Chad had collapsed in the middle of the gym. I sat down next to him and rolled him onto his back, scooting his head between my outstretched legs. With the hair on his head against my inner thigh, I lifted my dick and placed it on his lips. He was still out of it. I pinched his titties hard to get his attention, and he came back to life with a hoarse scream.

“Chad, now I know you’re having so much fun. You want to keep worshiping all these muscle studs until dawn. And that’s fine with me. I want you to enjoy yourself. That shows me you are being a good boy. What do you think about that?”

He was staring up into my face and likely did not know my dick was on his lips, but he started to tell me, “Please … no more … home … take me … please … can’t do nothing … please … sir … ”

“Now, Chad, I understand you are confused. I mean you’ve been sucking dick, licking balls and ass, getting your ass plowed. Wow, you have been having fun, haven’t you?” I flash a big, broad smile, reflecting my excitement. “That’s to be expected, Chad. You have been misled all your young life and denied the wonderful experience of pleasing real men like us. I know we just set you free here to have all the slutty sex you have secretly dreamed about but were afraid to acknowledge out loud. Chad, I’m sure you are a little overwhelmed, so let me clarify this.” I removed the slave collar from the box and held it up over his face.”

“Now, here are your two choices. If you want to stay here and party and become the faggot pussy you know you want to be, you may wear this black leather slave collar. See, it has your name on it, ‘pussy slut’. And we will continue with your training and expand it to no limits. I do know what is in your best interest, so I know this is probably what you will choose.”

“However, Chad, it’s got to be your decision here if you prefer to end our beautiful, loving relationship and go home from here. You get this,” and I held up the Taser. “Well, you don’t actually get the Taser. You get all your body parts tasered for you.”

Chad's eyes popped wide open, and I finally got his full attention. He obviously didn’t want to get tased again, but he also heard the words “go home” and “end our relationship.” Yep, he looked at me most intensely, and there was still my long dick lying across his lips. He never opened his mouth or struck out his tongue, but my dick was just there.

“But wait, here’s the fun part. This becomes a really cool game, with rules and challenges and everything. You see, all 28 of us will gather around you, and each gets one opportunity to shock you. BUT, and this is really cool. The rule is you get to pick which of your body parts each guy gets to shock. I know what you are thinking; you have each guy here Tase your dick or balls. Yeah, that would be fun, but we make it more interesting. When you choose a body part, let’s say your dick, and that gets shocked, you cannot choose that part again. So maybe you chose your balls. Well, you’d have to say right or left, and the next guy tases you there. As all the obvious parts get Tased, you’ll still have to come up with a total of 28 parts. So, you start to choose your left ear or your right eye, or maybe your Adam’s apple, and so on. So, you really get to show your knowledge of anatomy.”

“I know what you’re thinking; might 28 shocks be too much? Well, I am not sure. We never Tase a pussy boy 28 times before. Usually, after 10 or 11 shocks, a boy passes out to the point he cannot be revived. But you’re much stronger. I will say this, the few pussy boys who have chosen the Taser changed their mind after just a few shocks and admitted that they really, honestly wanted to continue on with their training for the few months that we would have him.” Then I looked upward as I reflected on those past experiences. “As I think about it, every boy either chose to stay in training or chose the Taser game and then changed his mind after a few shocked and asked to stay as our pussy boy.”

“But, as I said, this is your choice and whichever … ”

“Please … Sir… please don’t … Tase me. I want … I want … to stay in training,” Chad yelled out, interrupting me. Then he cried and sobbed, and there was no way to stop his crying for a while.

“Chad, you should not interrupt me, but I understand you are eager to suck more dick, get fucked, eat ass, and drink piss. And that’s not even the most interesting stuff we’ll train you to do.”

But, as I said, I want to be fair. Show me a sign you freely choose to be my cock-sucking, faggot pussy slut.”

It finally dawned on him that my dick was lying across his lips, and he stuck out his tongue and began to lick my lovely drippy dick. I didn’t have to instruct him at all. Then he opened his mouth more fully and used his tongue to “grab” my long, sideways dick and pull it into his mouth, and he sucked, just as I taught him to do. I let him enjoy himself for a few minutes.

“Ok, Chad, I like your eagerness. And you can continue sucking my dick. I only want you to stop when I mention something you would refuse to do.” He nodded, though I don’t know how much he paid attention to my words as he chowed down my massive meat fuck stick.

“So, you will return to school and drop out completely.” I watched his mouth suck without a pause. “And I’ll take you to work, and you will make sure they understand you will not return.” Again, I observed he had no reaction. “And you’ll call this silly girlfriend and call her a bitch, a slut, and a cunt, to make sure she will have no more to do with you, ever.” Chad was nodding his head slightly as if he was/would agree to all and any conditions.

It was three in the morning, except for Rick. All the others had drifted out and got dressed, and left. They had all the fun they could handle for an evening. Plus, most of them had to go to work in a few hours. Chad continued to lick and suck my stiff dick. I didn’t feel like climaxing right now. I was enjoying his mouth work so much. It had been a long day, and training a new pussy does take a lot of energy. I know it’s all fun and games for the pussy boy, but it is stressful and tense for me. So, I was just resting and relaxing.

After a wonderful, maybe 10 minutes, “Ok, Chad, get up on your knees and face me.” He released my happy dick, which stiffly bounced around like a sword making fencing moves, and pulled himself up to his knees. “OK, so you want to continue. And that means you have earned your collar.” And he stared at it in my hand. “OK, so maybe he thought this was something he’d just remove whenever he wanted. And maybe he didn’t mean all he’d just agreed to. That’s possible. But remember, his training just started, and if he ever changes his mind, of course, I will let him. I don’t want him if he does not want to be here. But then we’d do the taser game and see if he really wants to leave or does he freely prefer worshiping my dick and asshole. I want it to be his decision.

I only keep a fully trained pussy boy for two or three years, even though I initially tell them three or four months. After that, they lose every shred of resistance, become compliant, and become boring. When I’m done with them, I usually take them to a gay leather bar on the most popular night. In the case of the last pussy boy I created, his name was Thomas something. He was the high school football team’s quarterback. God, was he a challenge. He insisted that he was straight. He fought me for nearly two full months, insisting he was not gay and that, as he put it, “You can force me to suck dick, but I will always hate doing it.” Taser training helped quite a bit in his case. Call it shock therapy. I left him at a rather rough motorcycle bar maybe eight months ago. I had him wear clothes as we entered, and after a drink or two, I maneuvered him into the restroom. “Strip. Kneel.” And he did.

I took all his clothes and put them in a plastic bag I brought in. He had a similar leather collar, which also said, “pussy slut,” I chained him to the toilet plumbing with a padlock. On the mirror, I taped a brief note.

“Feel free to use this well-trained slut for tonight or more permanently. He is available for anyone to take home and own.” The padlock key was taped there, also. I learned months later that Thomas something was brought to the bar owner’s attention, and he was auctioned off the following week in a fundraiser for AIDS. So, you see, I am doing a community service as well.

So, there was Chad, kneeling in front of me. “Chad, since you insist on wanting the full pussy boy training program, you have earned this.” I held up the collar to his face, and he cried. He had no idea what would happen to him, but he just decided to fully comply. He was sobbing. His body ached, his asshole was stretched and painful, and even his nipples were red and swollen. But he presented his neck to me.

“No, Chad, I won’t place this on you. You will have to place it on yourself. That would please me so much. But first, feel how heavy it is.” Chad took hold of it and was surprised at the weight. “There is a titanium steel banned inside the leather covering. It can’t be cut, not even with bolt cutters.” He stopped sobbing and was now focused on learning about his new collar. “And look here, you see these metal fasteners that will be pushed together to secure it around your neck? Well, this is ingenious. It’s a titanium locking system. Once closed together, it cannot be opened. It’s a one-way lock. There is no key. There is no place to stick a key into it.” Chad was amazed.

“How … how … a … how do you … ah … ”

“How do you remove it? I never tried, so I really don’t know. I’ve never seen anyone try to remove this style of collar. The instructions warn the buyer to “be careful because it is not removable.” So, I think it really is permanent.” I explained.

“So, here you go.” And I dropped the weighty collard in his hands. “But, get up. Let’s go over here.” I walked Chad over to the full-length mirror. “See if you can do it yourself. Make me proud.”

Chad placed it around his neck but could not figure out how to secure it together. “Please, sir?”

I was so boned up. Chad was going to be mine for as long as I wanted him. “You want me to lock this on you? Do you? Then what do you say, Chad? You’d better really express your sincere feelings.”

“Sir, please lock this around my neck, Sir,” Chad politely asked. But I wanted to hear more gut-wrenching defeatism.

“Lock what? And why do you want this” And who are you to want this?” I encouraged him to lay it all out on the line.

He looked me directly in the eyes. I told him before to only look at my dick, never my eyes. But, in this case, needed to see my look of absolute seriousness. “Sir, please lock this slave collar around my neck to symbolize that I am your slutty pussy boy, and I realize it can never come off. And I really want to please you and obey you.”

“Turn around.” Yes, it is a bit complex to fasten. I took the two sturdy metal ends and depressed a tiny button, and then pushed the ends together and down. Then I tested it. I wiggled it. I even pushed the same button again to see if it would release, but it did not. I have used several of these new self-locking collars made in Amsterdam, and I am always amazed at how well they lock. I stepped back and admired it.

Chad also stared in the mirror, stepping closer to clearly examining his slave collar. He was feeling it all over, the chrome studs, the shiny black leather, and even reaching around to feel the locking system at the back of his neck. I looked down, and for the first time, Chad had an erection all on his own, without him or anyone else touching his dick. He probably did not even know it at the time. I didn’t point it out, but I did enjoy seeing it twitch and jerk upward.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” Chad spoke more calmly and sincerely.

“What do you do?” Chad looked a little confused but took a good guess. He kneeled and started sucking my dick. I mentioned that I wanted to just keep my “happy” boner for a while, but his cute, boyish face had me fully in his power. I just let it go and gushed four and five times down his throat. Yes, he spilled some, and yes, he was too eager, but there will be a lot of time for me to train him further in cock sucking and other sexual whore games.

I was standing with my back to the full-length mirror. I signaled for him to remain kneeling where he was as I turned to face the mirror, presenting my ass to his face. I wondered for a moment if I needed to instruct him, and before I could issue that commend, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them, and his soft wet tongue lightly licking up and down my crack. FUCK! This pussy boy felt so good. I spread my feet wider apart to give him maximum access. Man-oh-man, did his tongue feel good.

Then I was amazed. In the mirror image, between my wide-spread legs, I saw Chad’s dick harder than before and now leaking faggot snot. He was oozing pre-cum. I watched the slowly elongating crystal rope hanging from his dick slit. Again, I don’t think Chad knew he was oozing pre-cum. His hands remained on my ass cheeks, and his tongue made love to my ass. It just seemed clear that that was his total concentration. It had nothing to do with himself. My as was his world at the moment.

To avoid him touching his dick and splitting his attention between my ass and his dick, I was about to order him to keep his hands on my ass checks and avoid touching his dick. I like to correct a boy before he does the wrong things. But I took a chance and said nothing, hoping he would figure out what to do. So, I said nothing.

WHAT WAS THAT?! I heard a strange sound. What the fuck?! I wondered if it was Rick out of my line of sight, that was beating off and moaning to the task. But Rick was not nearby. There it was again. What?! Oh my god. It is Chad. He is involuntarily moaning with pleasure as he is licking my ass crack! And again, another moan, so pleasing, so loving, so wonderful.

I checked Chad’s dick in the mirror. That glassy rope of pre-cum reached the floor, though it did not break free from his dick. Chad was tethered to the floor. He was actually making a tiny puddle between his knees. AND he was not noticing it.

Now, during our marathon cock sucking ass-fucking training session today with the 28 other muscle guys here, it also included Chad licking and sucking assholes, a lot of assholes. Since Chad is treating my ass so well, many of the guys here must have instructed Chad on various methods and techniques they liked. I mean, in the very first instruction I gave Chad on kissing and licking my asshole, it was just basic, “Do it.” I did not go into any techniques I wanted him to learn. That detail would be taught later. So, Chad must have learned how to please many of the men he rimed. He must have learned these wonderful techniques he is using on me now. I never considered using others to train him, but this is nice.

Another method I like that he is doing to me right now is applying a nice amount of pressure by pulling my ass cheeks wide apart and steadily holding them in the position. It shows me that he is aggressively interested in getting every bit of my ass crack washed in his spit. And it allows him to make teasy detail patterns on my crack. He has not even pushed his tongue into my asshole yet. He was just concentrating on pleasing my ass crack. And then, it just happened. His tongue darted over my ass lips. That gave me a little charge. There, he just did it again. The thing is, he is using his creativity and his inventiveness to be extremely thorough. At first, he avoided tonguing my hole or even touching it. And now he is making tiny circles on my ass lips. Still, he has not attempted to enter my ass. I pushed back at his tongue to signal it was time to enter my hole. God, I want his tongue inside me RIGHT NOW!

However, letting him do it his way because he is reading me correctly is also heavenly. Fuck, I am really enjoying this. Now, I don’t like a cum-dump, faggot pussy slut to tell me what to do. Like now, he is telling me he will stick his tongue up my ass when he thinks I am ready for it. I know I could just shout out, “FUCK! Do it now, pussy bitch! Stick your fucking tongue up my hole NOW!” But how can you argue with success?

I just came a few minutes ago. And I can see my big dick throbbing again. AND HE DIDN’T EVEN RIM MY HOLE DEEP, NOT AT ALL. HE WAS JUST LICKING, TICKLING, NIBBLING, AND TEASING MY CRACK AND MY ASS LIPS. AND I NEED TO SHOOT OFF AGAIN, AND NOW. It usually takes me at least an hour or more to get the need to climax again. But not this time, and considering this has been a very stressful day, I just like to have Chad work me over. So, what if I’m not giving him direction at the moment. He is just intuitive. He can read body language he has practiced on two dozen other men today. So, this boy can learn.

And he is still moaning with pleasure. Amazing. I know when we leave here, which we will do soon, he will fight and resist full bore when I take him out to the parking lot totally naked, not even in his string mankini, just in his flesh.

Gym Quest: The Sequel
Part 3 of 4

I can’t leave here with this boner. So, I decided to turn around and let him work on my dick. Let’s see what he has learned from the guys he sucked off today. When he milked me the first time, I just shot. I just needed that. Or … did he cause me a quick blast off? Since he hadn’t rimmed my hole yet, do I want to stay with my ass to his face or show him my hard dick? I turned around, which made him let go of my ass cheeks and caused him to refocus on my dick. I first noticed that his hands never went down to his own dick; he placed them on my muscular thighs. Then he positioned his face a little lower than my dick. I decided to let him do whatever new technique he learned today. I do like seeing his face, his cute sweet innocent, boyish face.

I saw his big dick jutting out and a little upward and still leaking. He moved in for the suck. And then, no suck. I wanted to thrust my hips forward to get him to get me off … like now. Rick had locked up and was in the office doing some paperwork, so I did not want to keep him here too long. Then I felt his wonderful wet, silky tongue on my balls. FUCK! Can’t he see my fuck pole jutting out like a baseball bat? Leaking my own pre-cum? Needing release? Now?

He was tenderly licking my ball sack. He actually contorted his head to reach way under me to my asshole. He slowly licked me all the way from there, to the back of my balls, up to the front of my balls, to the base of my dick, all the way to the twitching dick mushroom head, avoiding going any further than the ridge, and stop and reversed that trail. He went slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, back down my dick, to my balls to under them, all the way to my asshole. He worked my balls fully, sucking these big fellows in his mouth and tonguing them like a washing machine.

My dick was begging, and I do mean FUCKING BEGGING his mouth for just a little bit more friction. It was standing at full mast, practically poking him in the nose occasionally, for Pete's sake. Then, he placed his mouth on my dick but did not suck it. I could not help it. My hips just thrust forward to fuck his mouth hard. That’s it. I’ll fuck his mouth like crazy and blast off. So, I did, but he merely moved his head back each time I moved my dick forward, and he never closed his mouth around my horned-up dick.

What the fuck!

I’m the Master here, the Dom, the Boss. Look, I know I could just grab his head and force it sharply on my dick. I can root my dick firmly into his throat. But … this is different. This feels so good. I could pretend in my mind, and to anyone else watching this slave suck session, that I have trained him to do exactly this, to edge me to use all his cleverness to draw out my impending climax.

OK, now he is gently sucking my dick, taking long, slow wiping motions with his lips. He swallows my dick fully and then, without much pressure, pulls his lips slowly over my dick to the tip. He avoids only the head of my dick. Then very slowly, he “goes down” on the shaft, all the way down to the root, and just when I pump his throat, he reverses and slowly pulls his lips fully back to the top.

My hands were hanging down by my sides, so I placed them on his mussed-up sweat-soaked hair. I am so tempted to force his head roughly onto my dick as I thrust my hip toward him. FUCK! I really want to do that. But … is he teaching me something new. He’s never sucked a dick before he met me. I know that’s a fact. And here, this fucking newbie faggot cock sucker is showing me new heights of pleasure. Well … isn’t that what one trains a slave slut pussy whore to do? And I’m supposed to stop him? Are you crazy?!

Now he has my hair-trigger dick fully in his mouth. He’s not sucking it at all, just holding it in his mouth. My fucking hands are resting gently on his head, but I’m not grabbing his hair and forcing his head this way or that. I want to, but then, I don’t want to disrupt his artfulness. Then it starts. Oh, no. OH FUCKING NO! His hands start to fondle my balls. Worse even, he’s using his thumb and index finger of each hand to tickle and fondle my big balls. He’s lightly squeezing them and moving them around in their sack. Playing with my balls. THAT IS SO FUCKING COOL. It’s like erotic torture. I want my hands to slam his face into my junk, choke him to death any way I can. I just want to fucking climax.

Chad was moaning a lot. He was really pleased to pleasure me. Now that is impressive.

Look. Ok, this is cute, teasy, edging, but I am not into that. I just want to fuck an ass nice and hard, slam it good, and nut all over the place. And fuck a face just as hard and shoot globs of a real man’s juice down a sub’s throat. That’s how I do it. I’m not into little prissy games. I’m a man! Damn it. I just want to fuck a bitch and go. Shit, now I feel his other fingers on the inside of my thighs. His thumb and index fingers are continually playing with my balls, but the other fingertips I feel pressing against my inner thigh muscles, kind of pushing there. What’s that about?

I found myself spreading my feet further apart, so now my bare feet are three feet apart. I guess to better my balance or get more comfortable. Ok, yes, it’s OK. And then again, his fingertips push into my thighs again; I adjust my feet a bit further apart, maybe now a four-foot spread. I don’t know. All I can think about is getting my dick to shoot lava, but suddenly, my asshole feels good.

WHAT THE FUCK! OK, so he has his mouth around my dick, not sucking it, but now occasionally rubbing it with his tongue. Good, that’s something. And his thumb and finger of each hand are tickling my balls. I can actually feel his fingernails scratching my balls. OK, OK, it feels terrific. BUT NOW HIS MIDDLE FINGERS, BOTH OF THEM, ARE REACHING BACK TO MY ASS AND ARE TICKLING MY ASSHOLE. He’s controlling my dick, my balls, and now my asshole. He does have large hands and long fingers. I did notice that.

“Please … ” there was a soft whisper. One word. I heard it. I’m trying to wiggle my hips, and I heard it again “Please.” What the fuck? How could Chad whisper, his mouth is fully anchored on my dick? In my mind, I am, begging him to let me climax. We can edge more another time. But fucking …, please, just let me cum now, please. I found myself begging my fucking faggot cunt pussy whore to please let me cum … now. Did I mumble that? I hope Rick didn’t hear me. Chad was tickling my ass lips like he wanted me to let him inside my asshole.

I bent my knees to lower my ass half a foot and put myself in an awkward position with my feet wide apart, and now my knees bent to give him access to my hole. I was like a giant two-legged crab. Bingo! There it was. Now one, or was it two, middle fingers slipped inside my asshole. Fuck that’s it. I grabbed his head and powerfully forced his face into my groin. But when I pulled his head back away from me, he pulled my body back with his head. So, I could still not get any fucking action motion. His fingers went into my ass quite deep. It was like his handle to move my hips back and forth as I moved his head back and forth simultaneously, in unison. He would not stop and let me do what I wanted. Or … was he already doing what I wanted? I let go of his hair. Fuck, I just wanted to fucking climax.

I gave up. That was it. I quit trying to maneuver him. I just let go of all my effort. I let him have his way. THEN … he began to slam his own face onto my dick. He fucked his own face on my rigid dick. He even started sucking me. His fingers on my balls began to pull my ball sack downward tightly. His fingers inside my asshole fucked me quickly now, in and out. I was wiggling my hips, or so I thought. But then I realized he was wiggling my hips, and I was some passive nobody. His toy, for now. He pumped my dick for all he was worth. And I blasted off like a crazy man. Jerking and twitching and flaying like someone having a head-to-toe involuntary body spasm.

We both collapsed on the floor in a great sweaty organism. We were silent. I needed to respond in a way that indicated that I was Boss, top dog, and he was my faggot slave bitch. I wanted to say something besides, “Wow, that was great.” Then he said the darnedest thing, “Thank you, Master.”

I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t thank him. That would mean he was in charge or that he had the upper hand in some way. For now, “You’re welcome, faggot slut.” Then I added, “Let’s go shower, and get to your new place.”

Chad pointed to his collar. I guess he wondered if it could get wet. “Well, it’s not coming off, so yes, you can get it wet.” It looked like leather, but it was an all-weather leather-like material. We showered together, but I made him wash my body and dry me off. I got dressed as he dried himself with my used towel.

What freaked me out the most was that I thought I was begging him to let me climax. Wow. Did he hear that? God, I hope not. That could really fuck up our new relationship. It could mess up his need to be the slut pussy whore and me the absolute top. Period. I went out to talk to and visit with Rick as Chad finished cleaning up. It was about 3:30 AM. We were all exhausted.

Chad crawled into the main gym floor toward me, with his ass upturned and his knees apart so anyone could see his balls swinging. Of course, he was totally naked, wearing only his leather collar. He knelt and kept his eyes on my jean-cover crotch as ordered. Those were all good signs. He still knew his place. So, I just came out and told him, “You did good tonight. You did me proud. But you need to always know your place as a pussy whore, cum-dump, and be proud of that status.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll see you, Rick. Thanks for hosting a very good and intense training session,” Rick said he enjoyed it as much as anyone.

“Chad, follow me to my car.” He started to follow me out the door on his hands and knees. “No, inside you crawl, outside you walk … or we will never get anywhere.” I smiled. So, he crawled to the front door, and when I exited, he did also, then stood up and walked at my side.

I wondered if he would hesitate about being out in public naked and in that beautiful, black leather studded collar. After all, cars were still driving by even at this early hour. I could tell he was nervous, but he did as told without question. I also wondered if he remembered I was parked in the back parking lot. When we arrived and entered the gym through the back. But again, he did not question me at all. I liked that. Of course, I intentionally left through the front door because I wanted him naked on the street, wearing only my collar. Again, he was uncomfortable, clearly, but he stayed at my side as I walked down the block, about 600 feet, to the corner. There I stopped and pretended to read the early morning newspaper on the news rack under the bright streetlights. I was watching him with a side glance here and there. He was fidgeting and looking in all directions. I pretended I did not notice his anxiety, but I liked that he had some, maybe a lot.

“Looks like we will have clear weather all week,” I told him, meaning nothing at all. After a good five minutes there, and a few drivers honking their horns or hooting, or the one car full of teens when they yelled out, “Hey fag, need a good fuck!”

Then I casually strolled down that street to the alley, then down the alley to the parking lot behind the gym. I know it was painfully slow for Chad, who, I’m sure, just wanted to get his naked body out of public sight. As we approached my car, some people were in the parking lot. There is a bar across the street, so maybe they are the staff who had just closed up. Chad went to the passenger side and put his hand on the door handle, ready to hop inside the moment I unlocked it. Without opening his passenger side, I got in and started the engine and turned on all my lights on high beam.

Still, instead of unlocking his door, I push the bottom to roll down that window. Chad stuck his head inside but did not ask me to open his door. That was good. That’s what I wanted. “Chad, I think I do want a copy of that mourning newspaper. I fished around in the ashtray change and came up with two quarters. “Here you go, go get me that paper.”

This time he gave me a scrunched-up look of puzzlement. As if he was asking, “Sir? Do you really want me to go back there by myself? All naked?” But he did not say anything. That was good. “Oh, when you come back, and before you get into the car, make sure you have a boner for me. You know, it’s like a ‘thank you’ for taking such good care of you tonight.” He was really nervous. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure he would leave the safety of the parking lot.

But I did get a very shaky “yes, sir.”

"OK, so you probably think this is humiliating and embarrassing being out naked in public. AND you probably hate it. But look on the bright side, I FUCKING LOVE IT! Isn’t that great?! See how many ways your life can be twisted to please me? You can be really proud of letting go of all that nonsense about modesty, the need for school or a girlfriend, and all that crap about a job. Now … you have me. Isn’t that just wonderful?"

Chad absentmindedly nodded and then left quickly. He ran all the way to the corner news rack. Got the paper and then ran back here to stand so beautifully naked at the passenger door. He handed me the paper through the open window and then quickly began to pump his dick. He has some exciting energy in his body because he was semi-erect when we left the gym, and when I stood at the corner, I saw his dick a bit firmer. Not erect, but nicely filled out. That’s a good sign. Pussy fags like him need to have someone to tell him what to do and push him more than he feels he can take. I am the only one who can give him that environment.

He was at the passenger door, playing with his dick, maybe having a little trouble getting it to full erection. I tooted the horn to get his attention, which made him look up at me. I just pointed to the front of the car, and he knew what I wanted. He went to stand in my head lights and beat his nice plump dick, just for me. The headlight did it; it added just enough humiliation for him to become fully erect. “Yes,” I said to myself, “Yes, this boy does need me. And he needs me to push him.” I was pleased. I waved him over to the driver’s side to check out his dick. I placed my hand on it and fingered it along the shaft. I swear, he would come any minute if I continued to touch him. Now, that’s a wonderful sign. Still, with his terrified look, he did not ask me to let him in. Something had clicked in his mind. To be honest, I don’t know when that happened. But he was making me very happy.

“Hold your dick up. Let me see your balls.” He did, and I fondled them. He moaned. “Ok, Chad, go around to the other door and come inside.” He gladly did. And as he ran to the passenger door, his big boner bounced up and down. But when he went to open the door, it was still locked.

He looked at me, “Sir?” He pleaded as he stood all naked, cute, and vulnerable in the parking lot lights.

“No, Chad, you may never take the easy way out. You ran around the back of the car to avoid being seen in the head lights. Now, come back – around the front of the car to my window.”

“Yes, sir.” And around the front, he came. I was so fucking excited. Man-oh-man, did I luck out with this one?

“Chad, do you think you can subvert my wishes? Do you think you can try to trick me? Cheat on your training? Fight me at these little things?” I wanted him to remain outside the car and know that there was a real possibility that he would not come into my car if he misbehaved. He needed a little scare. He will always need a little scare, but that’s my job, and I am good at it. “You’d better explain yourself now, or maybe you’re not the good pussy cunt material I first thought you were."

Bingo, he started to cry. Well, it had been a very long day. So much had happened, most of its excellent stuff. He is so exhausted. I know he is so totally worn out that he can’t think straight. This is just the time to push him. His resistance faded. “Look, faggot pussy cunt. You better explain yourself to me and what you just did, sneaking around the back of my car.” I spoke as if agitated.

“Please forgive me. I know I need to learn a lot. I know I fucked up, but please don’t dismiss me. Sir, you are so right. I fucking did go around the rear end to be safer. To cheat. And that was just like disobedience to you. I can try better and harder.” Then he cried more, probably thinking I was on the verge of kicking him out of my life. That’s good. I also noticed he was not concerned about me keeping him naked in public. What was much more important to him was that I was displeased with his behavior. That’s a great sign of progress.

“And your punishment?” I thought I would toss that out just to see what he would offer. To see where his mind was at. And to signal punishment is often dished out for poor behavior. Subs need these fixes when they do wrong things.

“I have no suggestion, opinion, or concern.” That was as great a surrender as a Dom can get.

I clicked the door unlocked and waved him in. He opened the door and sat inside. I’m sure he was relieved. This was an important exercise. It accomplished some essential elements of slave training. First, he could trust that I would protect him if he obeyed and did as I said. Second, he feels good when he is pushed to expose himself. Third, he needs me. As much as I enjoy him, he truly needs me to train him.

Still, he has not yet complied with any of my commands … without question or hesitation. He’s getting there, but he is not there yet. That’s a big deal. But now, with his scary, imagined threat that I may dump him, the time is right to push further. As I said, he is extremely exhausted … perfect timing.

Chad was looking at my crotch, as was the basic rule when idle. Then I started talking to myself, so he could hear me. “Yeah, it sure has been a long and tiring day. I want to sit here and relax. Take a breather. Yes, it feels good to do nothing for a while. The only thing better would be to have my shoes licked all over as I sit in the car and … ”

I didn’t even finish expressing myself, and the next thing I realized, he was naked, on the foot weld all stuffed in the small space, with his head projected to my side, moving his tongue around to lick my tennis shoes. I expressed pleasure, and he did not hesitate to give it to me without my specifically asking, which is fine in this case. It was awkward in the small space for him to tilt my foot sideways to lick the bottom of the sole and continue. He said nothing and seemed content, or … maybe actually happy.

But I wanted to talk to him. “Ok, stop now and just stay in your little foot weld there and listen.” He looked so cute, hunched in a ball on the floor. “You may have thought that I forgot you have not eaten today. Well, I mean, besides all the wonderful cum.” Chad involuntarily licked his lips at the word “cum.” “Yeah, I know you have not eaten. And I am hungry also. Look, it’s almost 4:00 AM, and some 24-hour places have some delicious food. Would you like a good, fat, juicy hamburger with lots of fries?” He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, or I can get you a fabulous breakfast with eggs, bacon, hash browns … wow! Wouldn’t that be great! But … you tell me what food you crave the most right now. Speak up. I want to know what would please you most.”

Chad, very hesitant to offer any suggestions of what he truly craved, “Well, sir, I really, really would love a nice tender steak and eggs breakfast.”

“OH? And how do you want the steak cooked?”

Chad’s face lite up like that of a little kid in a candy store. “Oh, cooked medium, please.”

“And, anything else on the side?”

“Oh, yes, please, hash browns, cooked a bit crispy.” He was so excited. He was so fucking cute. My personal little faggot whore, expressing the most wonderful breakfast even I could imagine. We were both famished.

I noticed a trash truck down this way. I was parked in the back parking lot of the gym, which was located in a rather large strip mall. And the two guys at their truck were emptying the trash cans at the other end and slowly working their way toward this end. Rick had put out 4 trash cans that they would eventually get to.

“And what kind of toast?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. I love that whole wheat bread with all the healthy seeds and grainy bits. YES, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!” Chad even started to drool a little as he got more and more excited. I’m sure he could taste every bit of what he was describing. His hands and feet were fidgeting with anticipation. He probably guessed that he had pleased me so much that I would finally reward him with a super fantastic meal.

“You know, Chad, I think what you just described is probably the best breakfast I can think of. Maybe we really do think alike. Thank you, Chad, for being so helpful. I was not sure what I wanted to eat just now, but your suggestion is perfect.”

I could tell he enjoyed pleasing me. “OK, I will head to an all-night diner and order everything you mentioned. The steak, cooked medium, the eggs and hash browns, extra crispy, and even the toast. You have pleased me so much today, and especially just now.” I reached down to his head and ruffled his hair like one would do to a little boy or big dog.

Looking at his backside, I saw his hands move up to his eyes. He was probably really crying now. I drove off, tooted my horn to get his attention, and... “And while I drive off and get that wonderful breakfast, you hop out, now, go to where those four trash cans are behind the gym, and play with yourself. Don’t cum, but do enjoy your dick. Think wonderful thoughts about me being so pleased and enjoying your favorite foods.”

Chad’s face caved in. He was at a loss for words, stymied. But he did not complain, or at least he didn’t express his obvious monumental disappointment verbally. He slowly extricated himself from the tight floor space. At the same time, he was trying to hold back tears. He said nothing as he continued his slow movement to the seat, and then placed his hand on the door handle to open it. Chad was likely moving slowly in his hopeful anticipation that I would stop him and tell him it was all a big joke and that, of course, he was coming with me to breakfast.

I just stared at him with a big smile as he crept the door open and moved his naked body, once again, in the full bright lights of the parking lot. He asked for no clarification. He did not plead or beg me not to do this. And he slowly began to walk away from the car with his head down. I waited for him to get 20 feet away and then yelled out loudly, “When the trash men approach those trash cans, offer to suck their big dicks.” He turned his head around, looked at me, and nodded to acknowledge my order. Then waved goodbye.

Gym Quest: The Sequel
Part 4 of 4

You may think that some safety assurances were voiced by me, such as, “Don’t worry; I’ll be back in an hour and bring you some food.” Or “I’ll be back in two hours.” Or “I’ll be back.”

No, I wanted his obedience without regard to making any kind of a deal with him. Legally speaking, a binding deal can only be made between two responsible adults, not between an adult and a minor, an adult and a big puppy, or an adult with a subservient mouth hole. No, no deal. No conditions.

I drove away and circled around the block, and parked out of sight. After retrieving my binoculars from my glove compartment, I sneaked into a nearby tree area and watched from behind there. I saw the trash men come to those cans, and I saw the two guys physically surprised by the collared, naked man beating his dick. The trashmen went about their job, picking up one trash can after the other and dumping their contents into the truck's lift bin. I could see some exchange of conversation. The trashmen were done, and I expected them to drive off to the next business.

Then I was surprised. Chad was not trying to hide behind the cans; he was actually out in front of them in full view of whoever walked or drove by. I think he really learned not to hide his body. And he did this without any awareness that I was watching. I saw non-stop action of him playing with his dick. They were actually talking back and forth. Well, not all three. One of the trash guys obviously wanted nothing to do with Chad and stood way back on the other side of the truck. Then, I saw Chad kneel down right under the brightest light near the gym's back door. He continued to pump his dick.

The trash guy talking to him stepped back to place himself in the shadow, and then I saw him lower his pants. Chad had to “walk” on his knees to where the worker was, and he leaned his face forward. I could not see all the details clearly due to the one guy wanting to stay in the shadow, but he did place his hand behind Chad’s head. That wonderful, naked, kneeling boy was moving his head back and forth in a sucking motion. My wonderful, naked, kneeling boy! The worker was slamming to hips forward and fucking my faggot mouth hole. It didn’t take long, plus I’m sure the trash guys had to quickly get back to their business.

The one guy fixed his clothes, and both men hopped into their truck and rode off to the next waiting cans. Chad remained on his knees for a short while and then moved back behind the empty trash cans to wait. But to wait for what?

As an experienced dominator, I still can’t read the mind of any boy that I am training. Was he thinking I abandoned him? I gave him no assures I was coming back. Was he overly meditating about his wonderful breakfast, which must have appeared he was getting none of? Did he realize I was never coming back? Was he planning what he would do next in life, maybe see about dating a girl? Or is he getting his job back? Or getting any job? Was he missing me?

I let him be there, all alone, for another hour. We arrived there at 3:55, and it was now 5:51 AM. I knew some business might open soon, so I got in my car and drove as silently as I could, coasting the last 100 feet to the trash cans. He must have been in deep thought or, maybe, sleeping. I got out, quietly shut my door, and soft-walked to where I could see him sitting on the pavement behind the trash cans. He turned away from me, rubbing his face as he sat there. I stepped behind the cans and greeted him with a hand on his bare shoulder. He was so startled and jerked his head around to see me. And immediately grabbed me with his arms, encircling my legs in a bear hug, and cried so loud and hard, squeezing me so tight, like he never wanted to let go. He cried like a baby and rocked his body back and forth, so happy to see me.

I was telling him it was OK, to calm down. But he was not hearing me. He continuously mumbled between his sobs, “Thank you, oh thank you,” still not letting go. I pet the hair on his head lovingly. I knew he was not thanking me for returning like he was glad I did not strand him there. That was not it. He was thanking me for not pushing him away. He was thanking me because I still wanted him as my sub-faggot, slutty-whore. I was now his world.

I had been thinking a lot, or should I say, rethinking, in the past five or six hours. I hesitate to utter out loud that I am very impressed with Chad. As I drove him to my place, which was the plan all along, he never let go of me. That was fine. He needed continual contact. We bonded in an extraordinary way. Having said that, I know he is in a heightened state of anxiety. He is naked, without anything. Not just void of clothes, but he now had no job, nowhere else to live, no family or friends he could turn to. He had … me. Also, he was hungry and very, very tired. I engineered all of this. And I know, tomorrow, or whenever he regains a mental space from where he can think clearly, his allegiance to me will be considerably less. More training will be needed. It is always needed.

We parked. I escorted him up the porch to my modest house. Yes, it was dawn by now, and he was still completely naked. Then into the living room, “First, go to the back where my bedroom is,” I pointed, “into that bathroom room and kneel. He didn’t speak; he just patted my arm, a guess as a thank you, and went to do as asked. I soon followed and stood before his kneeling form. “I need to shower,” and I just looked at him and waited.

He began to undress me as if he intuitively understood. When I was naked, I entered the shower and stood there again. And, something clicked. He entered, turned the water on, and began to soap me up. He moved my arms and legs to get every area, including my dick and balls. Then he raised me off, and I stepped out when he finished, toweled me dry, and kneeled. I bent over with my ass in his face, and without hesitation, he placed both hands on my ass cheeks, spread them wide apart, and hungrily worked his tongue into my hole. He was moaning and enjoying his job. After about two minutes, I pulled away, or … tried to, but he gently held onto me and continued, so I let him. The moaning sounds he made, and the stiff boner he displayed pleased me, but this was not the time to clarify our relationship. It was a time for rest, complete rest.

I lay on the bed, on top of the covers, it was a warm day, and I wiggled my finger for him to join me. I did not direct him as to how he would lay there or what he was to do or not do. I just closed my eyes and went into a deep sleep. It must have been near 2:00 PM when I woke and found Chad still asleep with his body squeezed between my outstretched legs and his mouth on my dick. He was snoring.

I lay there for quite a while. Thinking. I untangled myself slowly and climbed gently out of bed. I had made a decision. But this particular decision needed Chad’s approval. When he woke up, I told him something he did not expect. It must have been very confusing to him. I remembered that cute saying, “If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it’s yours. If it does not, it never was.”

“Chad, I want you for my permanent slave slut. However, you get to choose to stay or to leave. On that chair are some clothes I am lending you, jeans, a T-shirt, socks and tennis shoes. In that envelope is $5,000 in cash. And here is your wallet and your ID. Sorry, the collar cannot be unlocked, but a locksmith might be able to remove it.”

When I initially found Chad, I told him (and every other new trainee I picked out) I’d be training him for a few months. At that point, I’d let him go. Then, if he chose, he could leave and return to his previous life. That is, what he could patch together again. But in truth, training is such a long and complex endeavor. I had no intention of letting him go after a few months. I just can’t enjoy him enough in that short time. Plus, the training is just beginning. No, any new boy I picked would be “stuck” with me for a least two years and likely three.

“Now you will leave,” I spoke calmly. He reached out to hug me, but I gently and strongly pushed him back. “You have until midnight tonight to return here if you wish. And if you do, all your social, economic, physical, financial, and even medical decisions will be made by me. You will become my property unconditionally. And there would be legally binding agreements you will sign later, cementing this all into place. There will be no going back, so choose wisely. Do you have any questions?”

He started to speak but realized there was nothing to say to ask. I’m sure he has lots of mixed feelings and emotions. I did, ever since I first met him. But as I said, I made up my mind. He got dressed, took the few items, and left. You might think I felt strongly about whether he’d return. I really did not have a sense of it. I was saddened to see him leave, but this was necessary.

I went about my business, doing errands, laundry, and such, making no plans for his return even though his return would create a totally changed lifestyle for him and maybe for me too. I looked at the clock. Midnight was a long way off; it was only 7:10 PM. I went out the door to get something out of my car, and I almost stumbled and fell over the naked form on my porch. There was Chad, naked and collared. I wondered where his clothes were, but that was unimportant. His wallet with ID and so on was not anywhere around, either. He held the envelope with the $5,000 cash in his hand as he kneeled.

No, I did not embrace him, jump up and down with joy, or call him my “friend.” I said very calmly, “Boy, good to see you. Come in.” He crawled into my living room. “We have many rules to clear, but there will be lots of time for that. All my desires for what you will do, how you will behave, and what you will fully become will be told to you over time. But, for now, you may ask for clarification about anything you do not understand. That’s fine for now. Training is a process and an ongoing process at that. Often I will not answer your questions; some things are just not for you to know or contemplate. It’s not your job to know why just to do it. Next week, I’ll have a carpenter here constructing special quarters for you. For now, you’ll sleep on the floor by my bed. You will be my alarm clock. Every morning you will slowly and gently awake me with your mouth on my dick.

“Did you eat when you were out? Have lunch?”

“No, Sir. I did not think that was right.”

“Chad, that’s just great. And the good news is - and this will really please you, it’ll just blow your mind - I had a wonderful steak lunch and really enjoyed myself.” Chad smiled at the “good news” he was just told. “You see how your new goal in life is making sure I am pleased? That’s the thing. I love seeing you feel awkward, humiliated, and degraded, even publicly. And more good news, your degeneration will continue all of your life. And you have no recourse, no one to help you except me. No place to go except here. Isn’t that wonderful, Chad? You don’t have to worry about anything. Hell, I’ll have your whole fuck silly and your cock-sucking brain all focused on me.”

Chad was so exhausted. Who knows what real thoughts he was thinking. He was tearing up as he realized he needed to be used. “Oh, my little whore, thank you for those tears. Thank you so much for all your struggles and resistance, and surrender. But soon, you won’t be thinking about what is right and wrong, or good and bad … you’ll just be thinking about what your Master wants.”

“Ok, more later. For now, stand up, get in the kitchen, and prepare me something for dinner. Keep it simple.” He made me a sandwich, very tasty. Yes, I do remember he never ate for a very long time.

When I was finished, I took two mixing bowls out of the cabinet, filled one with water, and placed it on the floor in the corner. “Drink.” He did; he was really thirsty. Now, I had no dog food on hand. This whole new situation would take a few weeks to fully set up the basics. I had a can of spaghetti, but I wanted him to have more protein. So, I grabbed a can of tuna and mixed the tuna in with the spaghetti. It did look awful. I placed it on the floor but gave no command. He did not charge for it. In fact, he didn’t make any move for it at all. I was getting more impressed.

I stood over his food bowl and took my dick out to pee on it, but I was empty. “I just emptied in the toilet. So sorry, boy, help me out.” Here he had no clue want I wanted. No problem. I explained. “Go ahead and lift one leg, like a dog and piss on your food to give it some flavor.”

He just did it. No hesitation. He lifted a leg and peed, flooding the floor as well as getting some in the bowl. “No problem, it takes time. You’ll learn. But before you eat, lick up all the piss that missed the bowl, and then chow down.” I felt like I didn’t even need to watch to see if he’d obey me exactly. I was beginning to trust him, but watching was fun.

I had been considering changing my usual training program. Usually, I’d train a boy for a few years and then sell him to someone in one of the S and M organizations I belong to. A handsome well-trained boy like this can gain me $20 grand. But Chad was different. I need to consider the “usually” and maybe keep him. Maybe I’ll retire from training altogether. We’ll see. For now, I have at least a couple of years of fun and excitement in the works.

The End

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