Picked Up a Hitcher 15
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I love to hear from men who read my stories. Story ideas and suggestions welcome. I live in Memphis. I try to add local flavor to the stories.
So far today, I had sucked off Master Mark, recorded a faggot show in my office, cruised Oak Court Mall, sucked off two strangers, and it was just 1PM. My degrading day was far from over. On my afternoon break, I made another video clip of me pleasuring and torturing my horny holes with a butt plug. The only difference from this morning's show was now I had some frilly red panties on to match the red power tie I was wearing. My cock pumped out lots of lube while I was fucking myself. The front of my new red silk panties were soaked before my 10 minute break was over. I had to stuff a paper towel over my chastity caged cock before I pulled my pants back up to keep the precum from staining my suite pants. I wondered if my coworkers could smell it. Worse yet, what did my breath smell like after licking and sucking a butt plug still warm from my ass. I was a nervous horny wreck and avoided people as much as possible for the rest of the day. It was a relief when I got home and my wife was still at work. That gave me time and privacy to shave my ass crack and hole like Master Mark told me to. He said to have it done before 6 PM, and I had the shaving cream smeared on my ass crack as soon as I got home. I used my wife's make-up mirror to look my hole and shave what I had started to think of as my pussy.
I was clean and waiting by the phone a 6:00, but my phone did not ring till 6:20 when I saw the familiar pic come up on my phone of my face taking Master Morgan's piss from his purple headed tap.
"Get into a jock strap and some tight workout clothes. Meet me at the downtown YMCA in 15 minutes. Time to start working off some of that fat around you belly. I like my faggots buff when I use them."
I was not buff, but I did work out, so I had a jock strap to put on. Finding tight workout clothes was a problem. What I had was designed to conceal my slowly expanding waist line not show it off. I finally put on an old tight white tee shirt and some red running shorts from college. Should have thrown these out years ago, but I wore them cause they were tight like Morgan said. The shorts were so tight; I thought I could make out the outline of the lock on my chastity caged cock. I met Morgan on the street downtown on time. He looked me up and down. I was afraid I had done something wrong and pissed him off, but he grinned and said
"You look like a cock-sucking fagot from 1984. This should be good. I'm going to let you out of chastity for this. I want my buddies to see how horned up my new fagot gets when she's in a room full of sweaty jock straps. No matter what my work-out buds say to you, you show them respect. Fucking give them head in the locker room if they want to bust their nut in your throat"
It felt great to take the chastity device off my cock, but I was half hard almost immediately. Morgan was right, the smell of so much testosterone and ball sweat was working on my cock-craving brain. My cock head was pushing out the top of my jock strap and my shorts barely stretched enough to cover my cock. I tried think of unsexy things like my mother-in-law. That worked well enough to get me half soft so I could get into the gym and on to the treadmill. I pushed myself on the treadmill. It helped me not think about Morgan's buddies looking over his new pussy-boy. Had he shown them any of the pics or video clips of me whoring my holes? Soon I was drenched in sweat, but at least I did not have a boner in front of every Man in the gym. I ran my ass off for 20 minutes. I stopped running on the treadmill when I felt Morgan's hand on my shoulder. He motioned me to follow him. He led me to the Men's room and into one of the stalls.
"I told you I wanted my buds to see my new horned up fagot. But you were hiding from them. Trying to act like a Man at the gym instead of the bitch you are. You are made to service Men not pretending you are one. You're going back out there and act like a pussy boy should when she is in a room full of sweaty pits and jocks. I should put you in the sauna and let the Men gang bang you till you beg them to have mercy on your fagot cunt, but I do not have time for that. But you will show these Men some respect and what a horny cunt you are."
Morgan pushed me down to my knees and ground his crotch into my face. The funk off his crotch hit the slut switch in my brain and I let out an involuntary moan. It was over kill and crewel when he dropped his shots and made me suck ball sweat from his pouch. I ran my hands over his hairy legs and was about to beg for his cock and cum right there in the YMCA Men's room, when he pulled me to my feet. He was not done with me though. He pushed me face into his wet arm pit and kneaded my rock hard fagot dick.
"You are going back to the gym and walk around for 5 minutes and make eye contact with every Man you can. Beg them with your eyes for their cock and cum. If any dude show interest in giving you a load, walk back here. Lick their sweaty balls, suck out their cum and hold it in your mouth till there done using your throat. Then bust your fagot nut while your swallow their thick tasty cum to show you are a good little grateful fag.
He stopped working my cock through the fabric of my shorts, but by then there was already a large spot of precum showing at the head of my rock hard dick. My crotch was obscene. My hardon was trying to bust out of my sweat damp shorts and there was a dark wet spot of lube covering my cock head. I was past caring. Masters Morgan and Mark had kept me on the edge all day and I had to cum. All I had to do was find a Man to give me his cock and salty load and then I could cum.
I walked through the gym like the cum craved bitch I was. I did not think meeting someone who knew me and them seeing me like this. I needed cock and cum and that was all that mattered. Most of the Men ignored me. One young black stud looked at my face for a few seconds then at my crotch, but he looked away with a disgust on his face, A 40 something blond man with a good body and blue eyes that drilled into mine seemed interested. He did not look away when he noticed the tent in my pants. I slowly walked toward the back hoping he would follow, but when I was back at the Men's room, only Master Morgan and I were there.
"Struck out huh, Maybe you'll have better luck tomorrow. We've got to go. Hit the shower. Take the shower head at the end where the Men in the Sauna can see you. Get your body soaking wet then turn the water off and soap your body down, Start an your feet and work your way up slowly. Be sure to turn toward the sauna when you soap up your crotch. I know your cock will be rock hard. The turn around and lather up your ass crack. Spread your cheeks wide to show anybody looking your clean pussy. Finish off the rest of your body and put on a good show. I'll be watching, and if I do not think you did your best, tomorrow I'll make you push your soapy fingers up your cunt and fuck yourself clean inside."
If he had not already made me smell and taste the sweat from his balls, my brain might have worked well enough to realize what a fuck low and dangerous thing this was. But I was in the zone and lathered up my body and rubbed soap across my exposed hole for any Man to see.
My heart was still beating hard and the adrenaline pumping when Master Morgan led me to his Jeep. We stopped a tattoo and piercing parlor on the part of Summer Ave with all the thrift stores. The place looked rough and I would not dream of going there, but it was not my choice. We were expected. A very tall 30 something white guy with a shaved head meet us. Both his arms were decorated with blue and black geometric patterns. He led us to a room where I was surprised to see Master Mark. My Masters had this planned.
Mark "Strip and lay on the table ass up. I busted your cherry and now I'm going to mark it so everyone will know.
"Put a red cracked cherry right here above his ass crack. In plain black letters I want "Busted and Owned by Mark. Then a black arrow pointing here.
I felt Master Mark's finger trace a line from the small of my back to my exposed hole.
Mark "Morgan, you want to give our little buddy a new mark too?"
Morgan " Not tonight, but if he keeps being a good little pussy-boy, maybe I'll get Tom to ink some pink pussy lips on both sides of his hole and a dark red clit at the top. That way every time he spreads his cheeks for a Man, The Man will know that his hole is a pussy made to be fucked.
Some kind of tape was used to spread my cheeks and keep them spread so he had easy access to work. The process of getting the small tramp stamp was surprisingly fast and did not hurt as bad as I feared, What came next was hard to take.
Morgan "You going to give me the usually discount?"
Tom "I don't know? I've got rent to pay and a pay roll to make"
Morgan "Come on Man. You know you want to fuck his face. You love playing gag-the fag, and no one has done it to him yet. You'd be the first. When you're done with him, let your Men have a go at his holes as an employee bonus."
Tom "OK, but you have to leave him here till midnight, so all the guys have time to use him"
Morgan "Get up and bend over the table. You know what's coming."
After I assumed the position across the narrow part of the table, my ankles were tied off to the table legs and my arms were pulled forward and tied. I was tied up so both my holes vulnerable and at crotch level.
Morgan "Remember sniffing my black jock strap at the gym. Well I have it for you here, Going to cover your face and nose with it since you love smelling my junk and piss. Cover your face and eyes. "
The cold damp pouch covered my nose and forehead make a delicious blindfold. I though more about wanting Masters Morgan and Mark's cocks and less about what was happening.
Morgan "Better put the ring gag in her mouth. This is her 1st time playing gag the fag. I would not want her to panic and scrape you cock with her teeth."
Tom "If she does, I might knock them out. The gag is cool though."
The gag stretched my jaws open wide and made both my holes defenseless. Mark told me to lick the ring and lube it up. As soon as that was done, Tom started fucking my face. He rammed his cock in balls deep in one brutal assault. He held onto my head as I gagged and tried to back my head off the invader. I had a couple of inches of cock buried deep in my throat. I could not breath and thought I might pass out or puke. When he did finally pull his cock out of my mouth, spit and slobber ran down my chin and I gulped in air. I tried to beg him to stop, but couldn't with the ring in my mouth. Every man in the room thought that raping my throat and hearing me gage on dick meat was funny. I could not think of anything except the cock was choking the life out of me.
Tom "Nice tight throat, love seeing it expand around my cock head and the feel of it moving on my cock when the fag is gaging. Love getting my balls covered in fag slobber." Jim, use the dip stick. See how deep the fag's other pussy is."
Something oily and cold hit my ass hole. It was worked into the hole with calloused fingers. Whatever they slid up into my hole next felt way too fat and way too hard to be a cock or dido. The pain in my ass was fighting for attention as I concentrated on breathing every time Tom backed his manhood out of my throat.
Mark " Bitch is getting some real wood in her cunt now. Bet she can take more than a foot before you hit bottom. Work it in to her nice and slow. Back out a little after every inch, so we can see her pussy rig move in and out. This will look awesome."
As the hard rigid tool worked its way deeper in my guts, I had to hold my back and ass very still. Every time I jerked when Tom gagged me, a stabbing pain moved through my stuffed ass chute. I was losing it and was sure I would pass out or puke before Tom busted his nut in my throat.
Jim " Just a little over a foot in the boy pussy. That means I can go balls deep in the bitch. Cool. You about ready Tom? I want to lube up my cock in the fag hatch then fuck him."
Tom " Yea, was just trying to hold out till you worked it in deep. Fucking rape that pussy with your fat broom handle while I bust my nut in his throat."
Jim moved the stick in my ass in long hard strokes as his boss pounded my helpless face and throat. I did not have time to think of anything as the double assault went into high gear. My ears were ringing, and I was passing out as Tom flooded my throat with his cum. I choked and spit up most of his cum as I gasped for air. I'm sure some made it to my belly, but I felt strings of his cum running out of my gaged open mouth and down my chin. I could hear someone slapping a high five as I sucked in air and wished tonight was over. It felt so good to have the wooden boom handle pulled out of my ass and the gage out of my mouth, I actually said thank you to whoever did it.
After what I had just been through, the fucking Jim gave me next seemed almost gentle. He gave me time to recover before moving his foot long cock into my mouth. His cock went much deeper into my throat than Tom's had, but after the practice I had had on Master Mark's big cock, I could take it without much trouble since he was not deliberately making me choke. When his cock was coated with my spit and his boss's cum, he slowly slipped his cock into my well stretched ass. I think he was close before he moved inside me. I felt his cock get almost as rigid as the wood had been and after just a few long deep strokes. He flooded my boy-pussy with his load. His cock was in me balls deep. I moved my ass to milk his cock and make his orgasm the best. I was surprised to notice my cock was now hard and felt good pressed against the table top.
Jim "I'm going to loosen up the ropes on your legs and hands so you can move some. The other guys will come back here and use you later. I'm heading out now, but I'm sure you'll be back and I'll get fuck you again."
It felt good to be able to move my arms and legs again, but I was still trapped in a fuckable position bent over a table unable to see anything except the sweaty black jock strap pouch pulled tight over my face. Not sure how long I waited like that. I had started to hump the table to relieve my boredom and because the scent of Morgan's jock and the other's cum made me crazy. My boredom but not my horniness was relieved by the two new Men who came it the back room.
Tattoo Artist One "You want heads or tails?"
Tattoo Artist Two "I want the ass first, but I want to trade before I nut. I love going A2M on a dirty whore. It's a rush to pull out of their nasty ass and make them suck my meat clean while they suck down my jizz."
Tattoo Artist One "That's pretty detailed gay fantasy you got for a straight dude. My balls are just full and I want a warm tight hole to take my load, so we'll fuck the fag any way you want, but I still think what you said is kind of gay."
Tattoo Artist Two "Nothing gay about wanting to fuck pussy. Look at the cum on his fuck hole and tell me that's not a pussy."
The men wasted no more time talking. Lucky for me the dudes were average sized since they both fucked me hard and fast. My ass and throat were both sore, but my cock was hard as they fucked my ass and face like a chick's pussy. I wanted to cum and nearly got my nut from humping the table while they used me, but they finished up in me too soon.
Tattoo Artist One "Look at the bitch move her pussy on my dick. She loves my cock in her cunt. Trade with me. I'm ready to feed the cunt my wad. ....
"That's it bitch. SUCK IT. Suck me clean. Nasty slut. You make a lot of noise. You like the taste of your ass hole or just the cum on it? FUCK here's some more cum for you to taste, swallow every drop. EAT MY JIZZ BITCH."
The other dude did not say anything but loudly growled like a bear as I felt his cock pump his load into my over fucked cunt.
These two men took another turn using my body as a fuck toy about an hour later. They lasted much longer the 2nd time, and made me go A2M several times. I was worn out and was grateful to feel their hard cocks pump wads of cum in me. As tired as I was, their rough talk kept my cock hard and my horny holes working for the cum.
I hoped and thought that those Men would be the last to use my sore fuck holes that night, but I had one more Man to service. He did not say a word at first. Just worked three fingers deep into my ass and then into my sucking mouth. He did this several times. He eventually worked 4 fingers into my stretched ass hole. After I sucked his fingers off one at a time, he told me to stick out my tongue. He wiped his slimy piss slit across my tongue and waited till I swallowed his prcum before dick whipping my face.
"I'm going to feed you my cum now. The only problem is I've got to piss, and I can't cum till I piss. This hard cock is not going soft till I cum. I bet a pig like you can fix this. No problem."
With that he pushed his plum sized cock head just past my lips and squirted a shot his salty hot piss into my mouth. He waited till I swallowed then let it flow. It was all I could do to gulp it down as fast as he blasted it in my mouth. He pulled out and I thought he was done, but he wanted to see me with a mouth full of his gold. He pulled my head back where he could see the last of his piss fill my open mouth before I swallowed again.
"Now that I made you my urinal, time to make you my cum dump. Open wide Chris. I know who you are even if your eyes are covered in some stud's jock. Open the fag hatch and stick out your tongue again. Going to dump my load in your mouth and you don't have a clue who I am."
It felt like a quart of hot sticky jizz hit my face and wide open mouth. The excitement, panic, and shame mixed in my head. I needed to cum so fucking bad.