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I Like Hitting You - Part 4
I began to select the items on my Master's list in the porn store, obsessing a bit over picking a dildo similar to my Master's magnificent cock, but a bit smaller. I finally picked one, and after throwing it in my basket full of the other items, I noticed two frat boy types snickering at me while they were browsing the straight porn dvds. "That dude either has the freakiest girlfriend in town, or he's the biggest faggot in town," I heard the blond haired guy say softly to his buddy. "Nah," said the other guy, who was wearing a letterman's jacket from the local community college, "He's definitely a faggot. No straight guy would ever even buy a dildo, never mind checking out every fake dick in the store before picking one." I walked past the two guys to pick up the remaining few items on the list when I heard one of them mutter: "Candy assed faggot."
I headed over to the S and M section to pick out a flogger, paddles, and a leash and collar. I had to hold the collar up to my neck to check for fit, and heard loud laughter from near the register. The two frat guys were laughing loudly, and the letterman jacket guy was punching the other guy in the shoulder as they watched me. Red faced, I headed over to grab some lube, and was relieved to see that the two college guys had left the store when I got up to the register. The clerk started scanning my items, sensing my embarrassment. He looked about 23, and looked like a typical college kid working retail, except he was working at the biggest porn emporium in our town. "Sorry about that man," he said to me. "Those guys are jerks. " I nodded my head at him, now even more embarrassed that this cute guy caught on to my humiliation. "Is this paddle for your ass," he asked, as he picked up the wooden paddle I had selected. "This thing is going to break the first time someone really swats your ass hard with it, dude," he said as he headed from behind the counter. He motioned me to follow him as headed over to the paddle section, where he picked out a thick black paddle with a bunch of holes in it. "The one you picked was more of a novelty item. This one is for heavy use," he said slapping the paddle against his palm. "You want to try it out," he asked, motioning to my ass with the paddle. "No, I don't think that's a good idea right now," I said wearily. "That's what I figured, dude, by the way you were walking around the store," he said as we walked over to the register.
"Did you just get your ass spanked or something," he asked as he stood beside me and placed the big paddle on the counter, and I just nodded. I felt his hand roughly grab my belt and the top of my jeans, as his other ass cupped my ass cheek. "Can I check it out," he asked, as he pulled down on my belt, exposing the top of my ass cheeks. I nodded, and he pulled my pants halfway down my ass, exposing my bruised and battered ass. "Wow, dude your ass is totally fucked up. How many guys did this to you?" he asked, as he let go of my belt and walked back around the counter. "Just one," I said softly as I pulled my pants back up. "My Master." The clerk smiled broadly as he finished scanning the items. "Your Master, are you a slave or something?" I again nodded, and handed the clerk my credit card. `That's cool, dude," he said as he ran my card and printed out a receipt to sign. "I've seen a few male masters and slaves in here, but the slaves always look like the typical gay guys you see in the gay pride parade every year. You look like a regular guy, dude, like a jock guy. Nice ass, too." I again nodded and smiled at him. "Are you allowed to do other guys? I get off work in 15 minutes," he said while taking the signed receipt from me. I nodded No. He took my copy of the receipt, turned it over and wrote his number and name. "I'm Brad, ask your master if you can suck my cock. Tell him I'll give him 50 percent discount on anything in the store, and free rentals of any gay movies." "I will, sir, but I don't think he'd be interested in any gay movies," I said as I placed the receipt in my pocket, grabbed my bag and started to leave the store. "Your master is straight?" Brad asked, chuckling. "I am too, dude, but I love using a gay boy. Ask him and call me when he says OK." "Yes Sir," I said to Brad as I left the store.
I drove home thinking about how things have changed for me. I was a closeted gay man with not much of a sex life besides giving the occasional blow job to some random married guy or drunk college kid, and now I'd getting hit on by hot guys, and getting to service incredibly sexy young straight men. And if a little humiliation and a beaten and sore ass is the price I have to pay, so be it. Then I remembered that my Master intended to fuck my ass tomorrow morning. I had been a sub cocksucker for a while, but I never had gotten into being fucked. I had one young guy that I let try once when I first started sucking cock, but this kid was huge, and I had him stop after he put just the head of his horse cock into me. I decided to practice all night with the butt plug and dildo so I didn't disappoint my Master the next morning. I also didn't want to end up in the emergency room with a busted asshole, thinking about how hard I watched my Master fuck girls in the videos he showed me.
I immediately hit the shower when I got home, making sure to shave my body totally smooth, especially my ass. I then used the anal douche, plunging it in Vaseline before inserting it up my rectum. I spent a good three hours using the butt plug and dildo on my tight hole that night, with the dildo painfully sliding up inside me. As I finally lay down to sleep, I tried to imagine being able to handle my Master jack hammering my tight hole over and over again if I could barely tolerate a bit smaller dildo. I decided to do anything to please him, even if it meant getting my ass busted open.
My alarm went off at 5:30, and I immediately reached over to get the butt plug. I spent the next 90 minutes working my hole, and practicing oral on the dildo before heading into the bathroom to shower, shave, and douche out my hole. I got to my Master's place a little before 8 am and headed to his door were I saw a note. The note said "Come in, strip, put on your collar and clean up the kitchen and bathroom, and straighten out the living room. Don't wake me till 9." I entered, placed the bag of sex toys on the kitchen table, stripped off all my clothes, put on the collar and began my chores. I hurried through the kitchen and living room, and was on my knees finishing up the cleaning of the bathroom when my Master came into the bathroom in just his boxers, looking sleepy. I immediately bowed my head to his feet. "Wow, I really did a number on your ass yesterday. If I don't feel some slave lips on my feet in two seconds, I'll hit that ass so hard yesterday will seem like love taps," he said. My lips went to his right foot, kissing it reverently. As I worshiped his feet , my Master reached over and rubbed my ass. "My slave's ass is looking real good right now. I'm going to enjoy fucking it into next week, bitch, but right now I need to take a piss. Take off your collar, get into the tub and get on your knees."
This was one of the things I had been dreading. Water sports have never turned me on, and even though I promptly jumped into the tub, my Master sensed my reluctance. My Master roughly grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up into his eyes. "I don't give a fuck what you think about it. I'm pissing in my slave's mouth. This time you don't have to swallow it all, so just get used to the taste. Open your mouth wide, slave boy. I started at Master's half hard cock as he held it inches from my mouth, when a trickle of piss splashed into my face and mouth, followed by a stream. I took it in, coughing a bit, but I kept my mouth wide open, with most of the urine splashing out of my mouth and down my body. It seemed like my Master pissed forever, but finally it stopped. Master put on the cold water in the tub shocking my body. "Clean that piss off you, bitch. I need a BJ to get rid of this morning wood," he said. I washed in the cold water while my Master ran the water in the walk in the shower, the hot steam rising up into the bathroom as I cleaned up in the cold water. "Douche out your mouth with some mouthwash and get in the shower. I'll be in there in a minute. " I then heard my Master on the phone. "Yeah, come pick me up. I'm going to have my car detailed."
I was working the soap into my ass crack when my Master opened the shower door. He motioned for me to turn around, and once I did he grabbed my arms and placed them high over my head against the shower wall. He put his face right against the side of my head. "I was going to tie you to the bed later and take your ass that way, but I woke up real horny," he said as I felt his hard cock against my butt. Master reached to the side of me and placed an open container of Vaseline on the shower shelf to my left. He reached into it with his left hand, and I then felt his hand roughly sliding up into my ass. His right hand slid down from my wrist and to my mouth, where he inserted two fingers. I began sucking his fingers eagerly as he inserted his fingers into my tight asshole. "You ever see the movie American History X, bitch," he asked as he forced a third finger into me. "Yes, Sir," I mumbled around his fingers. "If I ever fucked a guy's ass, that's how I imagined doing it, so that's how I'm going to take your ass, bitch boy."
Master took his left hand out of my ass and reached back into the Vaseline and reached down. He lubed his cock. He took his right hand out of my mouth and wrapped his arm around my throat. "I'm not going to bust you open, but you have to trust me and do everything I say, even if it hurts real bad." I nodded, and my Master placed his legs inside of mine, spreading my legs wide. He reached down with his left hand and placed just the head of his rock hard cock inside me. After letting me get used to it for a few moments, he slid his left arm around my waist, and placed his face against my right ear. "You're doing great, bitch. This is going to hurt, but just take it and go with it." My Master then entered me fully, his rock hard cock plunging all the way up inside me. I groaned loudly, and my Master whispered into my ear. "Just ride with the pain, bitch, like you do when I beat your fag ass." I do, and my Master pulled back a bit and thrust forward again. The pain redoubles, making my whole body shake. "Tight fuck hole. Bitch, now you're about to see what being a bitch is all about." My Master began fucking me hard, with me just taking it and moaning and groaning loudly. The pain was excruciating. I was being fucked hard like a bitch, my Master's arm tightly wrapped around my throat. "Yeah, bitch, back that tight ass up onto my big rod," my Master grunted as he continued to pound my ass. Was I actually pushing back on that monster dick, looking for more cock to invade my battered and bruised ass? Apparently, I was, and my Master liked it. I felt his left arm tighten around my waist and right arm resume his headlock on my as he pulled my head back to him and fucked into me urgently. "Oh, yeah, bitch," he said as he pumped hard, shooting his load into me. My Master pulled out of me, and grabbed the soap as he turned me around with his other hand. He pointed to the shower floor, and I knelt at his feet, him soaping up his cock right in front of my eyes. "Faggot, I planned on fucking you for a while more, but when you came, your fuck hole tightened up so much around my dick that I lost it." I then realized that I came without anyone even touching my cock. "You did good, faggot, you took my fuck like a champ and pleased your Master," he said as he ruffled my hair with his hand. "As a reward, you can soap up my cock."
I took the soap and eagerly and reverently soaped up my Master's magnificent cock and balls. He spread his legs, and grabbed my head and placed if a bit behind him, allowing me to soap up his ass. My Master then placed a leg over me, allowing me to lick and suck right under his balls. "Work your Master's hole with your tongue, faggot, and don't stop till I tell you to stop," he ordered. I licked, sucked and tongued my Master's rock hard ass as the shower water cascaded down onto me, lost in the act of servicing my Master's ass. After a while, Master turned around and presented his ramrod hard cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide, and Master grabbed the sides of my head and fucked my mouth and throat urgently. After a few minutes, his cum poured into my mouth. "Don't swallow yet, bitch, I want to see it," Master ordered as he shut off the water. I took the load into my mouth an opened wide, his cum filling my mouth cavity and resting on my tongue. He patted me on my head and told me to swallow, which I did hungrily.
He then turned on the water, washed and left the shower, with me kneeling and drying off my Master before drying myself with the same, wet towel. I straightened out the bathroom as my Master got dressed. Master came into the bathroom, holding a black sleep mask and two pair of handcuffs. He put the mask over my eyes, and guided me naked into the living room. He leaned me over this big leather footstool, and cuffed my hands to the legs. I felt my Master's bare foot on my face and opened my mouth to kiss his foot. "You have my permission to speak freely this one time. I want to know what you think about what just happened to you," he said as his other foot rested on my head and neck. "I was really scared, and it really hurt, but I loved what you did to me Master," I gushed. "It was everything I ever imagined being fucked would be and more. Your huge cock opened me up and really hurt a lot at first, but you are the ultimate man, and you made me feel like a teenage girl getting her pussy fucked for the first time. Even when you made me take your piss right in my mouth I liked it because it was from you. I loved eating your ass, Master, I loved swallowing your sweet cum, and I loved when you breeded my fag ass. You're everything to me, and I'll do anything you say, anytime, forever and ever."
"Easy bitch, shut the fuck up," my Master ordered, chuckling. "I should never have gotten away from `Yes, Sir' and "No Sir.' I'm glad you enjoyed me raping your faggot ass. Here's what I order you to do today while I go boating with my buddies. First, I'm going to paddle, whip and spank your fag ass till they get there. Then, I'm going to uncuff you, and you're going to vacuum and clean this apartment from top to bottom. You are going to do all my laundry, ironing every single shirt, including the tee shirts. You're going to clean out the fridge, wash every shelf, and clean and organize every cabinet in the kitchen, and scrub the stove inside and out. Then you're gonna take my car to the car wash and hand detail it inside and out. You need to be out of here by 7, cuz I'm taking Amanda out tonight. And by the way leave two hundred dollar bills on my dresser. You're paying for the fancy restaurant I have to bring her to tonight before I get to fuck her. Do you understand, bitch? " "Yes, Sir" I said quickly.
I heard the rustling of a paper bag, and I knew my Master was getting something from the porn store bag to discipline my ass. I'm blinded with pain as a paddle comes crashing down on the middle of my ass over and over, reverberating against my sore butthole. My Master reached over me and put his hand on the top of my head. "Wow, I like hitting you. I told you that I would hit your ass until my buddies got here, but I've got a surprise for you," he said as he lifted the mask off my eyes. Mike and Ryan were sitting right in front of me on the couch, wearing nothing but bathing trunks. Ryan's foot was right under me, wet with my slobber, and there was a porno on the TV to my left, on mute, with a big titted girl getting gang banged. Both guys were obviously rock hard under their trunks, and both were smiling broadly. They heard every single word of my description of my debasement in my Master's bathroom. I didn't think I could be embarrassed in front of these two young guys after our gym session the week before, but I was. My Master laughed loudly, and said "Use him quick guys if you're horny. We've got to pick up the girls and head to the marina."