Picked Up a Hitcher 10
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After a day of heavy use, I slept in Master Mark's room in his bed and it made me feel good. I went to sleep listening to his breathing. The rules were the same as the night before. He expected to wake up with my mouth holding but not sucking his cock. I was awake before the wakeup call and had the head of his morning wood in my mouth. The first thing he did that morning was fuck my face and feed me his load.
My phone rang after we both had showered. The pic on the screen was a close up of my gaged face next to Master Morgan's cock. I lunged for the phone to answer it even though Master Mark and I were the only people who could see it.
"Get over to here. Time to put the horny pussy in chastity."
He really did plan to make me wear that belt and ass plug. I was hoping that he was kidding or that he would change his mind, but he intended to watch me squirm today knowing what was wearing underneath my clothes and inside my body. The chastity belt had two major parts, a pocket in the ass crack strap to hold the base of a butt plug and a hinged locking cock ring attached to the leather ass crack strap.
"Strip and get on all fours on the bed like a dog."
The slick fat ass plug hurt as it was quickly pushed inside my exposed hole.
"Keep you pussy lips tight and do not let the training tool slip out of your hole. Stand up and face me."
He clamped the cock ring around my balls. It did not dig in enough to be painful, but there would be no way I cock pull it over my balls to get it off. Master Morgan must have had experience with using these on boys, because he had the whole thing on me and adjusted fairly fast. I did not want to wear this, but my cock has almost hard anyway.
"I thought you'd get hard being near my cock with a toy in your ass. You have to be soft for the next part. But that is no problem. The plug controls your pussy and his will control your faggot clit. Meet the RINGMASTER"
Morgan showed me a chrome cage of rings shaped like a soft cock and a plastic bag of ice. It was all I could do to stay quiet and not try to run when he covered my cock and balls with the bag of ice. My dick went soft instantly, but he held the ice in my crotch much longer. It was such a relief when he took the ice away, I did not mind at all when he put my soft cock in the small change and locked it to the cock ring around my nuts."
Me "What will I do when start to get a hard?"
Morgan "You won't get hard. The ring master will make sure you can't. You'll get used to it. You don't have much choice do you."
When Master Morgan and waked down to the training conference, I could feel the dog collar under my shirt and tie, but I could ignore that. The chastity belt could not be ignored. Every time I took a step, the cock ring tugged on my balls and the butt lug moved up and down in my hole. Just walking was almost like ass play. My cock filled it's cage and was forced to an uncomfortable stop. I could not even get a hardon now till Master Morgan or Master Mark removed that obscene cage of chrome rings from my best friend.
The worst was still to come. The plug filling and guarding my fuck hole was the remote controlled vibrating one Master Morgan bought for me. I was sitting between Master Mark and Master Morgan. We had been listening to a lecture for about a half hour when he hit the button the 1st time. I nearly jumped out of my seat, and a Man in the row in front of me looked at me like I was crazy. Either that or he could hear the soft buzzing sound of the vibrator motor in my fuck hole. I was already paranoid that people could see the locks and buckles under my suite pants. I could not sit still as Master Morgan stepped the vibrator through a set of preprogramed pulses and speed changes. Mark leaned over and said
"He can make your pussy feel good without even touching you. Cool huh? You're moving your ass like a cat in heat. Sit still and enjoy the toy"
I had not realized how much I must have been squirming. I did my best to sit still and the vibrator switched off a few minutes later. It did not come back to life until we had broken up into discussion groups. Either Master Mark or Master Morgan had the thing pulsing in me every time it was my turn to talk. I did my best to act normal, but I must have acted and sounded like a cross between an engineer and a moaning porn star with cock deep in her ass. My masters humiliated me this way on and off all day. It was a relief when the conference was finally over. We would be going home tomorrow.
Masters Mark and Morgan had gone up to change clothes. They were going out and I was staying in. I was sitting alone in the hotel restaurant eating a quick dinner when a tall red headed man in his 30s sat down at my table. He had a flat-top haircut and looked a little like the porn star Colby Jansen. He was dressed in athletic shorts and shirt. I was wondering why he sat at my table then I saw the name on this shirt "Coach Jim". This was the Jim the young studs had sent my pics to. This man had seen pics of me servicing his young players and maybe heard me beg for their cum.
Jim "I don't usually let fagots service me, but I've seen you swallow 12" of black cock, so I'm going to make an exception. Be at room 404 in hour and a half."
Me " But I ..."
Jim "You'll service a team of 18 year old jocks, but not a real MAN? Don't think so bitch"
Me " But my Master ..."
Jim " Did you say master? You're a sub boy. Even better. Be in my room at 6:30 or the hotel will know there is a gay prostitute staying here taking advantage of young men."
He did not wait for an answer, but left me sitting there and stunned. What could I do? Even if I wanted to service the young coach, by ass hole was plugged and locked. I had no choice but to call. Master Mark did not answer, so I called Master Morgan. I told him everything.
Morgan "Sucks to be you Chris. I'll talk to Mark; maybe he'll let you service the man. I'll unlock your cunt if Mark says yes. Go back to your room and wait."
20 minutes later Morgan was taking the locks off so I could clean up. Clean my fuck hole so a strange man could use it for a cum dump. Morgan told me to be sure to clean out all the man's cum from my hole before he got back because He or Mark might want to use me.
At 6:30 I knocked on door 404. Coach Jim answered the door in workout clothes drenched with sweat. He must have just come from the hotel workout room.
"Strip and turn around"
My cock was hard before I got my pants off. He tied my writs behind my back with some kind of soft fabric.
"You don't look like a renta fag, but I bet you were a locker-room dick leach in high school. You played sports just to be near real Jocks in the shower? Get a look at their young cocks? Wait for a Jock horny enough to let you drain his nuts into your fuck holes ? Servicing my best players must have been like old times for you. This is going to be like old times for me. In high school my girlfriends could never drain the cum out of my balls as fast as I made it. But there was always a locker room fagot eager to suck my balls dry with his pussy mouth or ass. Was great fucking some well build queer jock. Take their cherry sometimes. After I busted one of you open, I always let the other real Jocks know , so they could use the new locker room slut whenever they needed to nut in a hungry hole."
Jim pushed my face into his sweat stained arm pit.
"The smell of a real man always gets you fagots going. Suck that sweat out of my pit."
After I sucked the fabric of his wet arm pits, Jim pulled off his shirt so I could lick his bare skin. Tasted like salt, and he was right. The smell of his man sweat made me rock hard and eager for more. My lounge ran through the thick armpit hair. Once his pits were licked clean, he pushed me to my knees and dropped his shorts so my face was at this wet jock pouch. I pushed my face into it and began to lick and suck the wet stained fabric. The smell off his crotch was even more potent than his pits. His long cock had already pushed its way above the waist band.
"Greedy whore, take off my jock and put it on the bed. You're going to lick my sweaty balls."
His balls were covered in thick red hair. His hard cock was close to 12" and as fat as Greg's had been last night. I was licking and sucking his balls like one of the locker room whores he kept talking about. I moaned like a bitch too. The smell and taste of this man made me a horny wreck. I needed his cock in me."
"My nuts are clean. Fucking deep throat my cock and get it covered in your spit."
He did not let me deep throat him. As soon as my lips were around his purple mushroom head he took control and pulled my face down the length of his meat. He did not slow up when I started gaging and did not back off when my lips touch his red hairy balls. He ground my face into his pubs and grunted with satisfaction.
"Can't take all Jim has without gagging? No fagot or bitch ever has, but feels good."
I thought I might throw up, and spit was covering my chin and dripping to the floor as he long dicked my face. With my hands tied behind me, all I could do is try to open my throat and make him cum.
"Fuck yea; lick my head every time it's in your mouth. You want the load in my balls, but I'm not an 18 year old. You'll have to work hard for my cum, but you can keep swallowing the precum I'm pumping into you"
He used my throat for another minute or two.
"Going to fuck you now and it's going to hurt, so I'm going to gad you to keep you quiet."
He pulled off his soaked gym socks and rolled one up into a tube then stuffed it in my mouth. This was the rankest and ripest thing that I had ever had in my mouth. It only became stronger as my spit began to wash the funk out of his sock. He helped me to my feet then walked me to the bathroom and bent me over the sink. In the mirror, I could see the smile on his handsome face and see my lips stitched wide around his dirty sock. He took his dirty jock strap and put the pouch over my face so my nose and mouth were covered. I would breathe in the scent off his nuts and cock as he fucked my ass. He hocked up a wad of spit and landed it on my ass hole. His dick was wet with my spit and I had lubed my ass some before coming to his door, but the pain was still off the chart. He could see the pain on my face as he split my hole open with his meat. I screamed but the gage muffled the sound. My eyes were shut tight during the most painful minutes of the long dicking assault. I opened my eyes when I started to feel more pleasure than pain. We were not alone. A 20 something very tall brunet with very short hair was looking at my face in the mirror. His chest was broad and hairless. He had a wicked grin on his face. I panicked and tried to get off Jim's dick and spit out the gag. No chance of that, but they both laughed as I struggled.
"This is John our assistant coach, the only tiger in this hotel over 18 that you have not service, not yet, but very soon. I shook my head no and tried to make them understand that I could not do it. Mark would pile drive my face if I let a man use me without his permission, but I could not talk or pull myself off the foot of cock buried in my ass.
"So you do not want to suck his cock? Too bad. You're naked, bound and impaled in my room. Your pussies are mine while you're in this room. But you are freed to leave, I'll open the door for you. Would be hilarious to see your naked bound body in the hall with my jock strap on your face. So do you want to service John like all the rest of the tigers? Shake your head yes or get the fuck out of my room."
I shook my head yes, what else could I do?
John "I want him to kiss my ass like he did for the boys. Did you make him lick your ass?"
Jim "No one touches my ass, but he will lick yours if you want. I need to cool dawn anyway. Don't want to cum yet."
The jock strap and gage were removed, so I could kiss John's ass. He bent over the bath tub and spread his cheeks. He did not seem embarrassed that Coach Jim was watching him expose his hole. He seemed to love the feel of my tongue in his ass ring. I was embarrassed because I was hard and enjoying licking this stranger's butt hole. I ate out his hole with gusto and drank in his sent and tang. Soon I was licking from the tip of his cock all the way to the top of his ass crack.
When Jim was ready, the fucking started again. I stared with Jim in my ass and John in my mouth. John's cock was not nearly as long (5"), but very fat and it was still difficult to take his face fucking.
"Trade holes with me Coach. I want to try out his pussy."
They spun me around and Jim went back to porking my throat and John moved his fat spark plug in and out of my well fucked hole as fast as he could.
John " I'm almost there."
Jim "Swap back. I'm going to breed this bitch and I do not want sloppy 2nds."
A few short minute later, Jim did breed my hole. I was close to cumming just from the ass fucking. John did not mind sloppy 2nds and came up my ass while I was mouth washing Jim's cock.
I left Coach Jim's room much like I had left the players' room the night before, with an ass full of tiger cum and the taste of tiger cum in my mouth. I wondered what I would tell Mark and what he would do when he found out. I was sure he would find out. My luck would see to that, because this week, it sucked to be me.
Author's note:
I love to hear from men who read my stories. Story ideas and suggestions welcome. I live in Memphis and try to add local flavor to the stories.