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It was Tuesday, i was cleaning the flat after my morning at the gym, my stomach full of protein powder mixed with begged for gym goers piss. Today the begging had been a traumatic experience, the refusal of the gym goers to fill my bottle resulted in me crawling on the floor dragging myself along, desperately asking for one of them to provide me with piss. It took an hour before someone finally obliged, delaying my return home.
i received a text message from Master Darren, announcing that he would be home at 6pm, when He would administer my punishment before revealing some important news. In the meantime i was to make sure i was well lubed and i was to work on stretching my hole.
i went to the bathroom, and made sure my hole was well lubed, and picked up the largest but plug that i thought my arse could take, i slowly pushed it in breathing heavily as i did, i decided i'd try and see how long i could keep in in for. Five minutes became ten, ten became twenty, I then went about finishing cleaning the flat and before long i had managed to keep it in for an hour, i slowly started to pull it out, , just before my hole was completely empty i pushed it in again.
At 5.50 i was kneeling at the door, head bowed waiting for Master Darren's return, in front of me a cane, ready for my punishment. At 5.58 the door opened, He walked in closed the door behind Him, my eyes were fixated on his boots, but i could sense Him towering above me almost waiting to administer that night's punishment. i kissed each boot, taking longer this time than usual, i feared that the punishment would be more brutal than usual, as well as fearing what the important news was going to be. "Hurry up Boy" "Sorry Sir" "Punishment time"
I picked up the cane and held it out in both hands, my head still bowed, and looking at His boots.
"Follow me"
I crawled after Him, into the living room, he pointed to the dining table, indicating to me that i was to grab hold of it, i I took the position, suddenly Darren started to massage my arse, he slowly pushed a finger into my still stretched hole.
Nice boy, looks tight, but getting relaxed inside, perfect, He offered me his finger as i sucked off the mix of my arse juice and lube.
Ready? "Ready Sir"
What followed was 12 hard excruciatingly painful strokes each one, in quick succession, each one on target. I waited for permission to get up , Darren chuckled. I've not finished yet
Boy, that was just the warm up. Stay there. I remained in my position wondering was next in store. Darren returned, in his hands was tawse. A gift from a fellow Master, I've not yet had the opportunity to use it. So consider youtself lucky to be the first victim. What about 6 whacks?
I was momentarily silent, 7 then I was still silent. 8 , 9. Sir 6 please Sir. Too late I got up to 9 and i hate odd numbers so let's round it up to 10 .
He pushed me back down,
Hold tight, and the first whack hit my left cheek A loud almost sickening crack. Then the second , then the third. Darren briefly stopped, and massaged my butt. He brought the tawse round to me face - "Smell that leather Boy, taste it. " I stuck out my tongue and licked the straps that were causing me pain . Four, five, six whacks, each one being delivered with greater force. Back to worshipping the leather straps.. Then the final four. The final one being delivered with such forces i let out a scream that almost made me vomit.
I collapsed over the desk, Darren came over took me in his arms and hugged me. Good boy, you did well . He held my closer, and i collapsed into his chest, his smell comforting me after a hard beating, He held my hand and walked me over to the sofa, he sat down, and lifted me up so i was sat on his knee.
As i composed myself trying to block out the pain from my beating he began to talk.
Tommy Boy, I've got to go away for two days. I don't want you to be alone when I'm away, you need to be looked after
When we go the gym tomorrow I will entrust you into Michael and Peter's care. I will collect you on Friday afternoon. I've already warned Rob and John that you won't be joining them for dinner this week as you will need to rest on Friday.
Darren then lay down on the sofa and pulled me on top of him, my head in his chest, he turned on the TV, and patted my head as i fell asleep.
The next morning my arse was still sore from the beating, not that that stopped Darren checking to see how tight my hole was.
I think it needs relaxing a bit before i hand you over to Michael and Pete. He grabbed some lube and liberally applied it, then pulled out a butt plug that he firmly inserted. He handed me a pair of the shortest shorts in my wardrobe.
That should stop it falling out until access is needed. He then fastened a lead to my collar and said, come on time for walkies.
We arrived at the gym the only other person there was Michael. The air smelled of stale sweat. Darren hugged Michel, and handed him the lead. He's all yours until Friday, remember no visible bruises.
He turned to me, looked me in the eye.
Be a good boy, and do as you're told. He kissed my forehead and left.
Michael smiled at me, put his hand down my shorts, and pushed the butt plug in deeper.
A shame about the bruising, but I still intend to have fun with you
The day progressed a normal, i cant believe that i ever would call acting as a urinal, and begging for piss to add to my protein shake as normal, but by now it was. News must have got round that Darren was away, as the gym was much busier than usual. I was used as a urinal far more frequently, and more brutally, when someone decided that i could only swallow one my nipples had been tweaked, turning them into a flushing mechanism. For the most part this was quite bearable, but on one occasion, the Man using me decided that he needed to feel the piss dribbling out of my mouth before he allowed me to flush. He took great pleasure in forcing me on to the floor to make sure that i i sucked up every drop of the piss that had fallen from my mouth.
I didn't even have to beg to get my fix of piss protein powder, in fact Trainer Dom made sure that i had plenty of powder on hand to go with the extra piss. After the fourth protein shake in the space of an hour my stomach felt full and i felt the urge to vomit.
I was summoned into the office by Michael.
He was sat behind his desk. Ok , now that Darren has left me in charge of your welfare, I think it's time i got compensated for my effort. You think it's easy working in a gym like this seeing all these attractive men wondering around, flaunting their butts, in their tight shorts, or taunting me by hiding tier large dicks underneath those grey jogging pants. I'm always fit to burst. But i don't even have time to wank. But today I'm making an exception.
I'm going to use that mouth of yours, it's going to take care of this dick. No teeth or i may be tempted to send you back to Darren with bruises.
He stood up walked round, he no shorts on and his very erect 9 inch dick was on pull view. Unusually it was also cut. The head red and engorged, looked angry and was demanding to be sucked.
Well, what are you waiting for. I knelt there open mouthed, his hand found reached round to the back of my neck and pushed it forward to just where he wanted it. I could not help thinking how rank the dick was. I sensed that this was not going to be gentle but a rough hard face fuck, unlike Master Darren, or Master M before him this was not an attempt to claim ownership, but simply an opportunistic way of probing that he was a Top, and i was a Bottom. As his meat beat the back of my throat, i tried to think of Master Darren, and how this was part of the deal of being owned, my throat was getting increasing sore, as he forced his dick in and out of my mouth. Even when i started coughing he showed no sign of slowing down. The more i heaved the harder he thrusted, until i vomited just as he withdrew and spunked over my face.
His dick was covered in a mix of his cum, and the slime from my throat and stomach. Still hard and still angry.
Clean it up, Michael ordered. I like my subs smelling of my stink but this is ridiculous, does Darren know you cant deepthroat without puking.
i approached his cock and slowly licked it clean, trying to not think of teh fact i was licking off my own vomit.
Once i had finished Michael walked toward the exit, make sure that floor is clean too.
The door closed behind him as i looked at the puddle of slime below me, for the first time it registered it was also all over my clothes too. I looked at the clock on the office wall , there were 48 hours to go before Darren reclaimed me.