Marked by Mark -- Part 6 bamaboi2serve@charter.net
[As you may have read at the start of Part 5, i was ordered to apologize because of an error spotted by Master Andi, and he caught another error in my apology! i am a miserable worthless slave boi. Master approved my apology for THAT mistake as well. Master Andi, i am sorry for having referred to the error being in "Part 6" when it should have read "Part 3". Now, here is Part 6.]
When I awoke the next morning I couldn't wait to get into the shower...yet even there I found slave chores. The water felt great, but I had to touch up my body shave...and now it was more than my legs. I used liberal amounts of shaving oil and cream and changed the blade midway though. Once I finished, I dried off and applied a moisturizing cream to my now hairless skin.
Over at the sink I spotted the metal butt plug Master had instructed me to wear to work...and there was a note with it. Master must have written it yesterday. "Slave...insert this using only a tiny amount of lube. TINY! If I were there I would put it in myself with NO lube, so be grateful. Just bend over, and push it in quickly in one take...no adjusting with little ins and outs. Don't be a pussy..get going!"
I put a few drops of lube on my fingers and used them to cover the end of the probe, bent over and gritting my teeth pushed it into me in one complete motion. I yelled out in pain as my hole was forced open and quickly tightened around the five-inch long metal missile. My hole muscles grabbed the stopper end tightly. It took several minutes for the pain to subside, and then I felt full. I was also...no surprise...hard! Everything I did seemed to turn me on now that I was under command of a real Master.
The first clothing that went on were the plain white underwear Master had designated as Rule Number Five. I made a note to stop by a store during the day to buy more. I had gotten a trash bag from the kitchen, and into it I put all of the colored and non-brief underwear in the drawer. There were a couple of dozen pair being discarded, but all it did was turn me on more. The underwear held my erection snugly and I could feet the cloth pressing against the stopper end of the plug.
I dressed in slacks and a business shirt. I didn't need to wear ties to work, so I was able to remain relatively casual.
In a bit of a hurry because I wanted to stop by the store, I tossed the underwear filled trash bag towards the can...and missed! It hit the rim and knocked it into the street, clanging loudly and spreading my now-banned underclothing on the sidewalk. I glanced up and saw my neighbor from across the street had been about to get into his car, but now he was coming over to help me!
"Hey, not much of a basketball player in school, were you boy!" he said loudly as he crossed the street, arriving at the can before I could get there. He pulled it top-side-up and started the pick up the underwear.
"You decide to stop wearing underwear boy?" It was only then that I realized he had called me 'boy'...twice! His name was Jeff, I knew. He was a security guard, and I was sure he knew my name wasn't "boy"? Jeff was about my height but had twice the muscle. I'd spent a good deal of time watching him from inside my living room as he washed his car—shirtless of course--- in the driveway. Truth be told, I had actually jerked off watching him twice.
"He probably didn't say anything to you, I know, but Mark and I ran into each other in the bar last night," Jeff said, as he put the rest of my underwear in the bag and tossed it into the can. Oddly enough he kept one bright pink pair out, holding it casually in one hand.
"Mark told me about you being his little bitch-boi now! Just think, we've lived across from one another all this time and you haven't put out even once for me, slut!"
Now I was truly blushing and speechless!
"Mark promised me I could have you some evening, so get ready boy! Mark is pretty big, but I've got at least an inch on him and I want you to feel it!" He reached over and twisted both of my tits through my shirt, leaving obvious wrinkled spots over each nub, then he pulled my pants away from my waist and stuffed the one leftover pair of bright pink colored underwear down into my crotch, where it caused an obscene bulge.
"Have a hot day boy!" he called as he left, "And don't forget to call for permission before you unplug!" Jeff climbed in his car and drove off. I glanced around the neighborhood. An older woman a few houses down was starring at me. Had she heard? Did everyone know about me now?
Sitting in the car I became even more aware of the plug as it pressed into me. Even with the underwear incident, I was still early for work, so I decided to stop by one of those big-box retailers to get the replacement underwear. In the men's section I glanced over the selection. Master had made it clear they were to be plain white briefs, and there were a half dozen brands to choose from. The restrooms were nearby, and an employee came out and offered help. I declined, and she left.
"Can I help you bitch?" someone said from behind me.
I was startled and turned around quickly.
It was Sir, the artist who had marked my back!
"Your Master told me to follow you in to work this first day, to make sure you didn't get cold feet or anything. Here are your orders," he said, handing me a small piece of paper. On it was written: Sir is as much a Master as I am. You are a slut slave boi and worthless except when you are serving us. Obey him as you would me. Hope the plug has got you filled up nicely!"
I was confused and didn't understand, but glanced back up at Sir and realized he had opened his zipper and taken his cock out. I blushed furiously and looked around to see if anyone could see us! We were in an aisle at the very back of the store, alone, and it was early in the day so there were few other customers.
"On your fucking knees boi!" he ordered.
I didn't hesitate, dropping to the ground and taking his prick in my mouth, starting to blow him as ordered. He was quickly stiff and dripping. Sir rested his hands on the back of my head, but there was no need to apply pressure. I was following orders. I tried to keep my hands at my side, but was losing my balance and reached out to Sir's legs to steady myself. A fast slap to my face was my reward, "I never gave you permission t touch my legs bitch! Put your hands in your pockets!" I did as he said, naturally, knowing that position would slow me down if someone suddenly turned into the aisle where I was servicing him. I worried that the slapping sound might have attracted attention, if my slurping didn't.
Sir started using his hands to increase the speed of my sucking, and a moment later he pulled me a the way onto his stiff shaft, forcing it deep into my throat. His spasms propelled his juice deep into me. He pulled out and wiped his slimed cock on my face, leaving trails of cum and spit on me,
Sir told me to stand up and led me over to an underwear display. "It's obvious you couldn't handle even this little chore by yourself! Good thing he sent me to supervise. What size are you slut?"
I could see a clerk keeping an eye on us from across the store, suspicious of these two men hanging out so near the restrooms this early in the day.
"Uh, 32 Sir," I told him, still nervous about being in public.
"Then these should be fine, " he told me, handing me three packages of white BVDs. I was surprised to see they were 30's, but didn't say anything. Sir also grabbed a size 28 jock strap and, on the way to the register, a pair of black frilly ladies underwear. He hadn't even looked at the size, He wasn't expecting me to wear 'em, I could tell. He just wanted me to buy them and be embarrassed at the cashier.
The handsome young man at the register glanced at my cum smeared face and my stuffed crotch. "Looks like you've got it all covered here," he commented, gesturing toward the odd collection of items I was buying.
"There's a sale on leather belts, you know," he informed me, smirking.
I told him the underwear was all I needed and he rang it up as Sir watched over my shoulder. I paid, and saw the clerk purse his lips, kissing fashion, as he said goodbye, leaning sideways and holding his shirt open so I could see his pierced nipple, with a large gauge silver ring in it. I also noted him jotting down my name and address, which had come up on his computer/register from the store credit card list.
In the parking lot Sir took the jock strap out of the bag, saying it was for one of his boys, and he also said goodbye--without the kiss-- sending me on my way to work. I had spent too much time at the store and needed to rush so as not to be late.
That was my mistake. Soon after I had pulled out onto the highway I saw flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I was being pulled over! I glanced down and realized I had been a few miles an hour over the limit, Damn! I pulled into the emergency lane and rolled down my window, waiting for my ticket. The black trooper who came to my car was huge...at least 6' 7" and 250 pounds. He was wearing reflective sun glasses and the image made me feel like I was in a movie. As he leaned down to make eye contact, he grabbed his own crotch with one hand and adjusted his package, not just for a second or two, but for almost the whole time as he talked to me. It was unnerving, but also terribly sexy. Was this cop coming on to me?
"You know you were speeding bitch?" he asked.
I was shocked beyond belief! Had he just called me bitch?
"You heard me..that is what you go by, right? And you have no respect for law enforcement either?" he snarled.
I was lost and told him so.
"Did you forget your little bumper sticker message bitch boy?", he asked.
"Officer, I don't know what you're talking about," I told him plainly.
"Get out of the car," he ordered and I did just that. He told me to follow him to the back of my car and there it was. A bumper sticker with this message on it: "I'm a BITCH BOY and I love COP COCK." It was clearly printed, black ink on a white background, but obviously computer made. It quickly dawned on me: Master had marked my car too!
"Uh, officer, someone must have put that there as a joke...I don't..." I tried to explain.
"That's fine cocksucker, no need to explain. You follow me to the next exit, and don't even think about trying to run for it!" he ordered.
I did what I always do...I followed his orders, and soon we were exactly where I thought we might be headed, on the side of the road in a heavily wooded, rarely traveled back road. A few minutes later I was on my knees in those woods, handcuffs holding my hands behind me. I was swallowing the trooper's sword. And I do mean sword! Despite my recent frequent exercise by Master and Sir, the cop's cock was even larger in girth than either of them. It stuffed my mouth and went deep into my throat too. Somehow hearing the police radio from his car in the background made it, if possible, even more exciting! As he pounded in and out, I did something I almost never did: I came without touching myself, soaking my (always white) underwear, and the pants I had on too. I think he could tell from my moaning around his tool, because he increased his speed and was soon filling my mouth with his seed! I kept up, swallowing it all as my own cock deflated somewhat after my orgasm.
The trooper walked away toward his car, leaving me in handcuffs on the ground, with no way to use my hands to hide the evidence of my cumming. He grabbed his radio from the car and called in to his dispatcher, reading her my license plate number and writing down the information she read back to him!
Then he came back over to me.
"Now I've got you tagged sissy boi! I'm gonna be calling you for some more service from that hot bitch mouth...and get that fucking bumper sticker off your car. You don't need to be advertising anymore. You got my big black cock to satisfy you, understand cunt?"
"Yes Sir," I told him, keeping my eyes on his still tented pants as he unlocked the cuffs and reattached them to his heavy black police equipment belt.
He went to the car and pulled away.
It was 9:00am. I was now officially late for work.
[i hope you are enjoying the story. As i've told you, i am under control of an online Master now. He approves the stories before i send them to Nifty, but i am responsible for any mistakes. i am a miserable worthless bottom bitch boi but i would still like to hear from you about the story! Please! Drop me a line at bamaboi2serve@charter.net]