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I Like Hitting You - Part 10
Master helped me into the shower room, and the three of us showered, with Antonio making a point of soaping up his huge uncut 10 inch cock right up next to me. Master and Antonio were discussing our match, and both of them were surprised with how much of a fight I had put up in the ring. Master told his trainer about my wrestling background, and they both discussed what they needed to do to get my Master ready for his fight. I turned away from them to rinse soap from my eyes, and Antonio let out a whistle. "Bro, you really fucked up this bitch's ass with that wire hanger." He gave my sore ass a quick slap with his open hand.
"I have to do that once in a while to keep him in line," Master replied. "If you want to take his ass for a spin, go ahead," Master said as he shut off his shower head and walked out of the shower area. I felt Antonio's rough hand grab my ass, and he began to finger my hole as he nuzzled my neck with his stubbly chin. "You want some more dick, faggot?" I moaned and pushed back on his hand, and Antonio reached past me for the shampoo bottle. He poured some in his other hand, and then slathered it on his throbbing, rock hard cock, which was pressed against my hip. "You're gonna take my fuck and not say a motherfucking word, no matter how much it hurts, you understand that, bitch boy? I don't like a noisy bitch, and when you were getting fucking in the ring, you sounded like a slut in a porn flick"
I whispered "Yes Sir" and Antonio hooked his strong legs inside of mine, and spread my legs apart. He then lined up his cock and jammed it up inside of me, eliciting a loud moan. "I told you to shut the fuck up, faggot" he grunted as he cuffed the side of my head hard. Antonio then shoved two fingers in my mouth, and told me to suck them and push back on his dick. I slobbered on his rough fingers as I rode his big cock, trying to get used to the length. Antonio pounded away for a while, then pulled out and instructed me to lie on the tile floor and throw my legs over my head. He stood over me and thrust his cock down into my ass and proceeded to fuck the air out of me by roughly riding on top of my folded body. I moaned and grunted like crazy as I took the hard fuck, as he slammed all his weight onto my abused ass and his cock invaded my fuckhole. "I told you to shut you cocksucking mouth, bitch, shut the fuck up" he yelled at me as he began to get off. Antonio must have shot ten spurts into me as he continued to pound my ass. He finally pulled out and stood over me, smirking. I unfolded myself and began to get up when he told me to "Stay the fuck down there until I finish my shower." Antonio showered as I lay there with a raging hard on. He finally turned and walked out of the shower, muttering "Hot fucking ass, but that bitch can't keep quiet when getting fucked."
I jumped up and showered quickly, figuring my Master might be calling for me soon. I passed the soap over my ass cheeks lightly, and felt them sting. My Master really did a number on me with the hanger. I toweled off quickly and headed to my Master's office and my clothes. Master and Antonio were sitting on the couch, with Antonio sipping a beer and my Master a bottled water. "Get that hanger off the back of the door, hand it to me, and get your fag ass over my motherfucking desk right now,' Master ordered. "So you can't follow instructions when my trainer is nice enough to fuck your sorry ass," Master said as he walked in front of me with the hanger smacking into the palm of his hand. "Didn't he tell you to keep your faggot mouth shut when he used your ass?" "Yes, Sir," I said. "Speak faggot, why didn't you listen to his orders then," Master said as he raised the hanger over me, ready to strike. "I tried to keep quiet Sir, but master Antonio's cock is so long and thick, and he fucks so hard, that I started moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat," I said as I braced for a whack on my battered ass.
Master and Antonio broke out in laughter, as Master lightly tapped the hanger a couple of times on my ass. "You've had enough for one night, slave. Get dressed, clean this place up, and lock up. Be at my house 7 am sharp." Master and Antonio then walked out of the office. Antonio said "That bitch was going to let you batter his ass all over again with the wire hanger." Master just laughed and said "He truly is my slave, man, he'll do whatever I say as long as I slip him my big cock once in a while." The men left, and I spend the next 45 minutes straightening out the gym before I went home to crash. My whole body ached, my ass cheeks were on fire, my butthole felt like a tunnel, and my face was swollen from the grappling match, but I finished the tasks quickly and raced home to get some sleep in order to be fresh when I went to serve my master the next morning.
As I rested in bed, I thought about our match, and how I stood up to my Master. For a few moments, it reminded me how we were as friends before I began serving him. I thought about our friendship from before, and how I liked pal-ing around as friends then. Part of me missed that friendship, but I knew that we could never go back to that. What we had now was a lot bigger and better: My Master was able to fulfill his destiny as a man among men, a true dominant alpha male, and he was able to show me my place in the world. My Master showed me that I needed to submit 100 percent to a dominant male in order to be truly happy.