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I Like Hitting You - Part 3
Ryan marched me out of the gym, and Mike locked the door and we walked to the cars. Mike and Ryan stopped and chatted a bit about what they were doing that night, with me standing next to them, listening. "You need something, Bitch?" Ryan barked at me. "No Sir," I replied. "Get stepping, bitch, we're all done with you for today," Ryan said, smirking. For a moment, I felt like one of the guys, chilling in the parking lot with my buddies after a tough gym workout. But Ryan put me in my place. They were chatting after a tough workout. All I really worked out in that gym session was my fag ass and my cocksucking mouth, and Ryan quickly put me in my place. I apologized to them both and started to get into my car and drive off, when Ryan tapped on my window. "Write down your cell number and give it to me, bitch boy. I'm going to ask your master to let me use you once in a while," Ryan said. I quickly complied, scratching out my phone number on a scrap of paper, and started to write my name. "Don't write down your name, stupid bitch. Just write `Fuck hole' cuz that's what you are to a guy like me." Red faced, I do just that, and hold up it. He reached into the car and grabbed the scrap of paper, making a point to run his thumb against my lips. He quickly turned and continued his chat with Mike, and I drove off, embarrassed but incredibly turned on by this rough young stud boy.
I spent the week in a daze, dragging my sore ass to work and to the gym, where I didn't encounter either Mike or Ryan. My Master was there, training a few new clients, and basically leaving me alone to my workouts. He barely said two words to me all week, but as I was finishing up Friday afternoon in the empty gym, he came over to me and told me to see him in his office after I hit the showers. When I entered his office, he sat on an old couch, legs spread wide. When I closed the door, he said "Lock it." I did, and turned to see a big smile on his handsome face as he pointed to the floor between his legs and said "Kneel." As I slunk to my knees in front of him, a feeling of submission flushed over me. I needed to tell this magnificent man how he great made me feel, how he made me feel so alive, and as I opened my mouth to do so, he quickly slapped me across my face lightly. "Shut your fag mouth, bitch. All I need to hear from you is Yes, Sir 'or No Sir' when I ask you a question. That's it. You got that?" "Yes. Sir," I said, nodding my head in compliance. "I understand that you were quite the little slut with Mike and Ryan the other day, sucking cock like a five dollar whore, and begging the guys to slap your ass and fuck you. " I started to correct him, saying that Ryan was the one to initiate the ass play, and another slap came raining down on my face, this time hard. "Yes, Sir or No Sir, that's it, you stupid little bitch," he yelled at me, clearly annoyed.
No Sir, I replied, rubbing my face, when another slap connected with my left cheek, this time a bit harder. "Hands behind your back, Bitch. You've got a lot to learn about being a bitch, don't you? "Yes. Sir," I quickly replied. "Well, I'm just the man to teach you, but there's gonna be some ground rules. I'm going to lay them down to you right now. When I'm done with each ground rule, I will ask you once and only once if you agree to it. If you say `Yes Sir' to each and every rule, you will become my slave, my property, to obey me immediately and willingly regardless of what I ask. The moment you disobey me or resist me, it's over. You will be dead to me, and never again will you feast on my big cock, or serve at my feet. " I started to say yes, but my Master roughly grabbed my face and closed my mouth.
He held me by my chin, and made me stare into his handsome face. "Just kneel there and listen, bitch. First of all, if I decide to take you as my slave you have to understand one thing. We won't be friends anymore. I will be your Master. I will own you. I will tell you how to look, how to dress, what to eat, what to do. You will wake up thinking how you can serve me and go to sleep thinking if you served me good that day. Every one of your possessions, and everything you earn will be mine. Do you understand and accept this?" "Yes Sir," I reply.
"You need to understand something about me. I'm not gay, and I'm not attracted to guys in the least, but I let you suck me off because you helped me out and I learned that you're a great little cocksucker, so I let you do it a few times. You probably can't understand this, because you're a bitch at heart, but real men need to put their cocks in bitches as much as possible. The night I disciplined you and fucked your ass up the first time in your bedroom, I found something out about myself. Every time you serviced my cock before then, I had to watch chicks fucking in pornos to really get into it, but that night, beating your fag ass into total submission, I got real hard, and when I jerked off into your faggot face, I felt the need to fuck your tight little ass, to possess you totally. Now, I've never looked at a man's ass sexually like that but when I went home that night and thought about it, I realized something. I like hitting you. It gets me off, and I want to do more of it. But it has to be totally on MY terms. That means I'm going to wear your ass out. I'm going to use belts on you, floggers, hangers, and anything else I want to use, alone, or in front of other guys. It's going to be rough on you, and you can never put up any resistance at all. Do you understand and accept this?" "Yes Sir," I reply.
"Let's get started then. Get on all floors with your face on the floor," Master ordered, and I turned sideways to him and scrunched down, my ass high in the air and face and hands on the floor. He got up and straddled me, reaching under me to unbutton my Levis and pull my leather belt out of its loops. He then proceeded to crack my ass five times quickly with the belt. He moved to the side of me and said "Take your pants down to your knees, slave bitch." I quickly reach under me and pull my pants and boxer briefs down to my knees, and reposition my face onto the floor, bracing myself for the onslaught that I know is coming. My Master started wailing on my ass with the belt in a frenzy, stopping only to take off his shirt before finally stopping. "That was 30 hard ones, bitch." The pain is shooting through my ass and upper thighs, which my Master made a point of hitting. He walked over to the door and grabbed his jacket, taking it off the wire hanger and throwing it aside. "We'll see how tough you are bitch," he said, squeezing both ends of the hanger down. He walked aside me and reared back with the wire hanger, landing it at the top of my ass cheeks. The pain was blinding, and was quickly followed with another whack, and another. After five, he stopped.
"Take everything off and bend your sorry ass over my desk, bitch," Master ordered. I rose gingerly, and managed to take off my clothes quickly, despite the blinding pain. He grabbed me by the neck and bent me over the desk, using his legs to spread mine wide. Five more shots followed with the hanger, in rapid succession, followed by a pause, when I heard him unzip his pants. Master was wearing a wide leather belt, which he how was draping over my head. "You're going to get to know this belt real good, slave boy," he said, chuckling. "Unless you want more of the hanger, bitch". "No more hanger, please Sir," I said quickly and desperately. Master's hand began violently slapping my bruised ass, followed by the hanger. "YOU DON'T SAY A FUCKING WORD TO ME EVER, BITCH, UNLESS I ASK YOU A DIRECT QUESTION." After 10 hard swats with the hanger, including three that wrapped around to my scrotum and balls, he stopped. I was whimpering like a little boy, the pain so unbearable that I started to regret submitting to this man. Instead of backing off, my Master proceeded to wail on my ass and thighs some more with his wide belt, until he stopped and walked around to stand in front of me. His magnificent cock was so rock hard, and he roughly slapped it across my tear-streaked face. "Open your fuck-hole, suck bitch." I open my mouth wide, and my Master gripped the sides of my head and began roughly sodomizing my throat. "I heard about your little shower scene with Mike and Ryan. Mike said you were letting Ryan finger fuck your fag ass while you sucked Mike's cock like a Shop Vac. You're a real cock hound, and that's how I like my bitches." After about five minutes of steadily pounding, my Master flooded my throat with his load. Gulping greedily, I swallow him down.
My Master walked around me and sat back on the couch, dick still hard, glistening with my slave spit. He told me to reassume my place on my knees at his feet. "From this point on, I own you, body, mind, and soul. Do you understand and accept this?" "Yes Sir," I reply. "I want you at my apartment tomorrow morning at 8 am. You're going to clean the place up like a maid, then I'm gonna use you like you've never been used before. On your way home, stop at the porn store and buy the items on this list, he instructed, reaching into his pants and taking out a folded pierce of notebook paper. " Use the top three items on yourself tonight and tomorrow morning before you come to serve me, and bring all of them with you tomorrow, or else. Now get your clothes and get your slave ass out of here, faggot. " Master tossed the list on the floor near my shirt. I quickly gathered my stuff and got out of there, dressing in the empty gym and getting into my car as fast as possible.
I jumped into my car, and headed to the porn store. In the parking lot there, I took out the list and read it: 1) Medium butt plug, 2) Anal douche, 3) dildo (a little smaller than me) 4) under bed restraint system, 5) wooden paddle 6) leather paddle, 7) flogger 8) collar and leash 9) lube 10) remote control vibrating butt plug. Still a bit dazed, I walked into the store and began checking out the butt plugs when it finally hit me: My Master was planning on taking my virgin ass tomorrow.