Marcus and his mistake - part 5
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Marcus was still kneeling in shock in a bathroom covered in Mikes yellow, strong piss. Mike had what he came for, dressed, packed his things and smilingly patted Marcus on the head. "You did good" and went for the door.
"Please, delete the picture you've taken. I did everything you've asked for."
Mike turned around and grinned:" True, and so did I. I deleted the pictures, as promised. But I never said anything about new pictures. And you're such a natural in front of the camera. I just love to train sluts like you into becoming piss pigs. There's a truth captured in this picture, that's very rare. It's a true trophy. Sorry, can't help you with that."
"There must be something I can do. Pleease."
"I'll get back to you on that. Take care. By the way, if I were you, I'd clean up this mess. You don't want to shock the cleaning ladies, do ya?" And with that Mike was out of the door.
After Mike left, Marcus cleaned up the hotel room, the bathroom and showered for 45 min trying to get rid of Mikes strong piss smell. But it was everywhere, he couldn't figure out if he just remembered it or if there was actually piss left inside his nose or on his hair or in the bathroom. It made him gag, but his stomach was empty, so he didn't need to vomit.
He couldn't get his head around what just happened to him. How could something that started out as a harmless fuckdate turn into this abusive situation. His mind was spinning; how could he sink so low that he actually became a piss slave to a stranger.
He couldn't sleep, as images from all the stuff he'd been through came back to him. And most irritatingly his cock was rock hard. Must be the G that was still in his system. He tried to rub it off, but the image
It's been four weeks since Marcus was used by Mike. He didn't hear anything from him since then. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened to him. He's been blackmailed, abused, humiliated and raped. And he should have gone to the police or friends or someone else. But he was the one who initiated the first date and who came back over and over again. Would anybody believe him that this was against his will? And: was is really against his will? After all, he enjoyed watching porn where women were treated as sluts. It wasn't as hot as he thought it would be, while he was doing it. But afterwards, he had to admit, thinking of some of the stuff made him hard. It was all so confusing.
He tried to forget about it. Maybe Mike now had what he was after and would let him be. He started to relax and the normal life kicked in again. Getting up in the morning, going to work, working out in the evenings and travelling home over the weekends. Maybe this was just a short hiccup. Besides that, work got pretty demanding at this point. His client was giving him a hard time asking for reworks over and over again. Pretty soon this whole event was buried somewhere in the back of his mind.
The last three days were exceptionally hard, as he had to redo all presentations. This new client was a dick. He always waited with feedback until the last minute and then asked to redo everything. So nightshifts became regular. He hasn't seen him yet, just phoned and emailed as he was just about to move to the city. In a way though, Marcus was kind of thankful for this situation, as the stress and anger made him forget the whole Mike situation.
It was Wednesday evening and Marcus needed to go to the Gym working out to blow of some steam. He went to his hotel which was run by a nice guy named Martin. Martin was mid-thirties, average looking with a muscular build but also a bit of a belly. You could tell that he used to do sports. It's a small hotel so he was often behind the reception himself. They always shared a small chat about the day and that they may go to the gym together sometime.
At the Gym he met Chris, a personal trainer he occasionally booked for single sessions. Chris was blond, from Poland, not exactly muscular but very defined. He was a nice guy but you could also tell the he had a quite a temper. Training with him was always hard, as he enjoyed making clients go to their limits. He catchphrase was: "Enjoy the pain" and he always said it with a huge grin on his face. Wednesday was leg day, which he hated. He always couldn't walk straight for three days afterwards. Chris, as expected, gave him a hard time. But pretty soon the 60 min were over. They just said goodbye, set up the next date when his phone lit up. He got a Text from Mike.
His heart started racing:
"Hey bitch, here's your chance to get that beautiful photo of yours deleted. A one-time offer. It's good for 60 minutes. You have to do exactly as I say, otherwise the deal is off. Respond simply with yes or no. No questions asked. The choice is yours."
Marcus had to sit down. Not again. There he was in the middle of his Gym, surrounded by people, and still he felt trapped. Back on the wall. No way out. What if he just didn't answer? Maybe Mike would let him be? So he had an embarrassing picture. So what.
Marcus sat at the corner of his Gym and looked at his phone. He just stared at the screen. As Chris passed him on his way out he saw Marcus on the floor with a pale face: "Everything ok, buddy? I wasn't working you too hard, was I? You know how it is, no pain, no gain." Marcus just smiled and said: "No, No, you did good. It's this work thing. I just got a confusing text. That's all."
Chris grinned and said: "I always say, follow your gut. Your instinct is always right. C ya." And with that he left.
Right at this moment, another text from Mike: "Bitch, stop pretending that you are not into this. You probably wanked 100 times fantasizing about the last date. You wanted to be treated like a slut since the first date. Stop fantasizing about it and follow your instinct. You know you want to. Just answer: yes!"
Fuck, was he mind reading? But how could he be turned on by being used like that? Watching others being treated like this and wanking to it was totally different to being actually treated like this. And worse. On the other hand, here was a chance to explore his submissive urges. The fucking and training part was actually hot. If it wasn't for the piss. He hated it. It was disgusting and humiliating.
After a while he thought, the worst had already happened. If he could convince Mike to stop the whole piss thing, he'd comply. At least he has a chance to get the photo deleted. He did keep his promise the last time. Even if he made another one at the end. But it couldn't get worse.
So he texted back: "Yes"
Mike responded immediately:
"Very good. Follow these instructions word by word. Or you will be punished. 1. Put on the cock cage as soon as you get home. Place the keys in an envelope under the third car in front of your hotel. 2. Massage your prostate with your finger for 10 minutes EVERY 4 hours until Friday evening. Set your clock to make sure it happens. You may use poppers for that. 3. Stop drinking anything on Friday after Lunch 4. Shave your balls, dick and crack and rinse your ass before coming here. Thoroughly, if anything is left you'll have to clean it with your tongue. 5. Wear jocks, new white Nike sox and put in your midsize plug BEFORE you leave the house 6. Come to this address (É.), get undressed and put all your clothes neatly in the blue bag that's placed there, put the collar on that's in the bag, get on all fours 7. Be undressed, on all fours in front of the door at precisely 9pm. 8. Knock on the door and wait for further instructions. 9. Don't speak, until you're given permission. 10. If you have a Hardon now, answer to this text with: "Yes, sir, I'm obeying to your rules. And I'm your slut!"
Marcus didn't understand why, but his cock was rock hard. How could this be? Now he wasn't able to shower or change without showing off his erection. Damn it. How did he know this stuff?
He went back to the locker room, just grabbed his stuff and went as he was without showering. He hopped on his bike back to the hotel when he's phone beeped again.
"waiting for your answer, bitch"
Marcus texted back: "As long as you don't make me swallow your piss again, yes sir, I'm obeying to your rules. And I'm your slut!"
Mike responded immediately: "You're lack of discipline will be punished. But I'm not a monster, as long as you do exactly as I say, you don't have to swallow my piss. Do you follow EVERYTHING I say from now on? Then answer "Yes sir, I'll do everything you say." And then start your preparation.
Marcus was relieved. Now that the piss was out of the way, he was actually a little excited about the date. As soon as he was home he showered, put on the cockcage, placed the keys under the third car as told and started to massage his prostate.
He didn't know what to expect, he searched online for prostate massage and found a step by step instructions. He put some lube on his fingers, inhaled some poppers and started to look for his prostate. As soon as he found the spot he started shaking and leaking pre-cum lime mad. Boy, he wasn't expecting this. This made him horny as hell. Now he knew what Mike had in his mind. He was trying to make him as horny as possible until Friday evening without the ability to jerk off. After the 10m minutes massage Marcus was so horny, that he put on some shorts and went outside to get the keys back. But they were already gone. As he went back to the hotel he passed Martin the hotel owner. Attentive as always he asked: "Hey Marcus, everything alright, anything I can help you with?" "No thank you I was just looking for something" Marcus answered.
"Did you find it?" He asked.
"No I didn't, but I'm good, thanks"
"As long as you're good." He said grinning, and turned to his computer again.
Marcus went back to his room and went to bed. But sleeping was hard. He was so turned on. Every now and then he went up, inhaled some poppers and tried to come by just massaging his prostate. But this only made him hornier. A vicious circle. The Thursday passed painfully slowly. The continuous prostate stimulation every 4 hours was making it harder and harder for Marcus to concentrate. He so desperately wanted to come. By Friday he was so horny that he couldn't wait to get home and prepare himself for the evening. His underwear was wet in the front from all the constant pre-cum. He did everything as told. Stopped drinking at noon, shaved his crack, rinsed his ass thoroughly for 60 minutes until only clear water came out and put on a jock. Then he lubed the midsize plug up, inhaled some poppers and pushed it in. It took him only 5 min this time until the hole was relaxed enough. Must be the horniness. Then he put on his jeans, T-Shirt and went to his bike. He passed Martin and the reception:" Hey Marcus, you're walking funny. Is the leg day kicking in?" Actually, it did. But walking with the huge plug in the ass did the rest. Marcus only grinned and nodded and rushed for his bike.
Cycling with a plug in the ass is quite demanding. Especially as it rubs the prostate all the time. By 8:45pm sharp he arrived at the named address. It was a little of the tracks, near a Forrest. Actually it was small garden with a small wooden house on it. There were other gardens too, but as it was in the evening nobody else seemed to be there.
He went pass the fence to the wooden hut and there was a small blue bag in front of the door with a collar inside. And a note which said: "After you've put your clothe in, close the bag and throw it in the house through the upper window" He quickly undressed, put everything neatly into the bag and put the collar on. The he threw the bag into the window, as told, went down on all fours, knocked on the door and waited.
He was butt naked, collared and with a plug in his ass on all fours in front of a wooden hut with a light shining above his head. But he was sooooo horny by then that he didn't mind. It was 8:52 pm and he knocked. But nothing happened. He waited, said nothing as told, but nothing happened. Everything was very quiet. All he could hear was the wind nestling in the trees. Then he could hear some people somewhere around him. Probably in one of the other garden houses. The longer he waited, the more nervous he becameÉ.
To be continuedÉ