From the fourth chapter:
As I stepped into the kitched, the lights turned on. Still collared with the wrist shackles on, stinking of piss and beer and wearing just my piss and beer-soaked whitey tighties, I looked, turning beet red, at my step-father, who was sitting at the table.
"Welcome home, Callum," he said. "I've been waiting for you."
I didn't know what to do. Since my mom married him a few years ago, my step-father had tried to turn me into a man like him. He had bought me boxers and boxer briefs to try to get me to switch from my whitey tighties, and he always talked about how I should start lifting weights so I could bulk up. I have to admit that his attempts to scuplt me in his image made me feel a certain kind of way. Tim was only 35, and his tan, bulging chest sported a healthy amount of hair that continued down in a treasure trail to his underwear. He liked to walk around the house in just shorts or just boxers when it was warm, saying that we should do that to save electricity and acclimate our bodies to more extreme temperatures. I always had to avoid staring when he walked around half-naked.
My step-father snapped me out of my stunned state.
"I hear you've been a busy little boy while I've been gone. Don't worry; I won't tell your mother. I know you've been serving Matt Taylor. He and James are my gym buds. Matt even owns the cross-fit gym where we work out."
I didn't know how to respond. "I didn't know who they were, Tim," I stuttered out.
"That makes you even more of a whore than I thought, Cal. But I knew all along that you were a little bitch boy who needed to serve real men. I've seen you staring at me when I walk around shirtless. I know you love those little whitey tighties you wear. Now it appears you've found a Master to serve. He came by this afternoon and left me some instructions for you."
Tim handed me a piece of paper.
"Hi slave," it read, "it's time for us to expand your training into your daily routine. You'll start accompanying Tim, James, and I to the gym, where we will train you to peak physical shape. I've prepared workout routines for you at my gym, where you'll also work as our cleaning boy. I've also prepared a meal plan and outfits for you. I've delegated most of your training to Tim. You probably didn't know that he had a bitch boy before he married your mother. Follow his instructions and call him Master Tim. He'll take good care of you for me."
I finished reading and looked up at my step-father. I wondered how this would all work when my mother returned. Would she find out what I really am? Tim, or should I say, Master Tim, seemed to read my mind.
"I told your mother to take family leave from work to take care of your grandfather," he said. "She's planning to be gone all summer. You're all mine, boy."
My cock hardened in the soiled whitey tighties thinking about spending all summer working for and serving my new Masters. Master Tim stood up and walked toward me. He jostled the collar around my neck and put the whitey tighties back in my mouth. He slapped my round ass, and I let out a yelp into the underwear gag.
"We should get you to sleep soon, boy," he stated. "You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow with the start of your lifestyle training. First, let's get you a shake. It's the same recipe as Master Taylor's but with my special ingredients."
Master Tim handed me a shake from the fridge and removed the gag from my mouth. I was hungry from my long day of work and realized that I'd only had shakes since early the day before. I wondered if this was going to be my diet from now on, and I swallowed the shake, full of Master Tim's piss and cum, quickly. I realized I was starting to enjoy the taste.
After I finished the shake, Tim instructed me to clean it at the sink. He stood behind me, rubbing his underwear-bound cock against my ass. As I set the clean glass down on the counter, he pulled my underwear down to my ankles, leaving me naked. Before I knew what was happening, he spread some lube on his cock and my ass and shoved his nine-inch cock all the way in. I yelped, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure as his cock rubbed my prostate. I moaned, thinking about how one of my biggest fantasies was coming true. Master Tim continued fucking me, grunting loudly and calling me a bitch and a whore. After a few minutes, his pace quickened and his grunts loudened. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK," he shouted as he pumped his seed deep into my ass. At the same time, my tiny cock spurted cum all over the cabinet below the sink. I watched as it slid down and dripped onto the underwear I had been wearing.
"Looks like you've made a mess, boy," Master Tim noted, "Lick it up."
I kneeled down and licked my cum off the cabinet, making sure to get every spurt. After I cleaned my cum off the cabinet, Master Tim grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He stuck his still-hard cock into my mouth and began pissing. I struggled to keep the piss from leaking out, and some spilled down my chin and onto my chest. Master Tim finished pissing down my throat and reached down to pull up his shorts. I began to reach down to pull up my underwear, but he stepped on them to prevent me from doing so.
"You'll stay naked tonight, boy," he said, "and because you're a dirty little slave boy covered in piss and cum, you'll sleep outside in the shed. I've cleared out a space for you. There's enough room for you to lay on a cot. Now get outside and get to sleep. I'll wake you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning for your first work out."
I slowly walked outside, now naked but still wearing the collar and wrist shackles. Master Tim kept both pairs of whitey tighties, as well as the third clean pair that Master Taylor had left on the porch. I felt Master Tim's cum start to leak out of my now-loose asshole, and my cock stiffened. A few days ago I had reached the age of consent and now I was a slave to three hot men. I walked into the shed and collapsed onto the cot. It was barebones, with no pillow or blanket. I readjusted to get as comfortable as I could, and fell asleep quicker than I ever had in my life.
A warm, acrid stream of piss woke me up, hitting me in the face. As I struggled to open my eyes, I could barely see light seeping in from outside as day was breaking. I remembered where I was: naked, in the shed in my backyard, being pissed on by my step-father, who was one of my new masters. My cock hardened to its full four inches and I heard my step-father chuckle.
"You are such a little bitch boy, Cal," he stated, matter-of-factly. "I've known since I married your mother, but it's incredible to really see you in action. Now come outside and let's get you cleaned off. You have a long day ahead of you."
Master Tim led me outside, into the cool but humid summer morning air. He stopped me in the middle of the yard and went to turn on the hose, which he began spraying me down with.
"These are your showers now, boy," he declared. "Pig slaves like you don't deserve to shower inside like normal humans. Now bend over and grab your ankles so I can clean out your whore hole."
I did as he instructed, and he pressed the hose nozzle up against my ass, letting it fill with water before removing it and letting it empty. He repeated this several times until it ran clear. As he cleaned me off, he instructed me to piss if I needed to, which I did. Once done, Master Tim shut off the water and instructed me to wait outside while I dried off.
I stood, dripping wet, wondering what I would be wearing. Master Tim walked out with what looked like a couple pieces of clothing and instructed me to follow him to his truck. He threw the clothes in the back and instructed me to get in.
"You're still wet, boy," he remarked, "and I can't have you ruining the leather in my truck. Now get in the back, and get those clothes on as we drive."
I climbed up in the back of the truck and began to dress as Master Tim turned the car on and started driving to the gym. I recognized the clothes he had given me; they were my running outfit in middle school. However, there were some modifications. The inner lining had been cut out of the already-short running shorts, providing no support and allowing my cock and balls to flop around. The sides of the shirt had been cut all the way to the bottom seam, and the back was almost entirely gone. Once I put the shirt on, I saw that the front fabric was too narrow to even cover my nipples. This was my work-out outfit now.
After a few minutes of driving, during which we were thankfully passed by no one, we arrived at Master Taylor's gym. After he turned off the truck, Master Tim instructed me to get out of the bed and follow him inside. The gym was still closed, as it did not open until 7 a.m. We stood outside of the doors in the new daylight, and I saw Master Tim texting on his phone. The lights inside turned on and the door opened. Out came Masters Taylor and Clark. They led me inside, undoing the wrist shackles as we walked. I rubbed my sore wrists to relieve some of the tension.
What followed was the most intense workout of my life. Master Taylor coached me through an intense cardio and weightlifting workout that left me completely sweaty. At various points, Master Clark took the opportunity to tease me, reaching inside of my short shorts to fondle my balls as I did planks and pinching my nipples as I tried to do chin ups. Whenever I was lifting weights, he would spot me in the most suggestive way possible, either rubbing his shorts-clad cock against my ass or dangling it above my face on the bench. When Master Taylor blew the final whistle of the workout at around 6:30, I collapsed in a pool of sweat.
"We're not done just yet, boy," he stated, as he walked over and lifted me up by the waist. He led me to the locker room, where he pulled the skimpy workout clothes off of me. "You need to finish the three of us off before we open the gym, so let's get to work."
Master Taylor pushed me over a bench and thrust his hard cock into my ass. I groaned, and Master Clark took the opportunity to shove his cock into my mouth. I felt Master Taylor's hands on my hips, pulling me into his cock, and Master Clark's hands on my head as he fucked my throat. A third set of hands, from Master Tim, rubbed up and down my body, massaging the muscle areas I had just worked out, as well as pinching my nipples and fondling my balls.
Master Taylor came first, filling my ass with his seed. As soon as he pulled out, I felt Master Tim's long cock enter my ass, thrusting harder and harder each time. While Master Tim fucked me, Master Clark came in my mouth.
"Some post-workout protein for you, boy," he chuckled, before heading over to the showers. After a few of his hardest thrusts, I felt Master Tim's cock spasm in my ass, spraying his cum inside me. Still skewered by his cock, the pulled me up and led me to the showers. They were open, with no privacy. Four poles each had four shower heads at the top. Master Tim set me down in the middle of the room and pulled me off his cock. Masters Taylor and Clark, who had already begun showering, walked over and started pissing on me, washing the sweat off with their urine. After they finished, Master Tim turned on a shower head and instructed me to come over. He washed my hair and body, taking his sweet time around my cock and ass. I hadn't cum since the night before and, after being fucked, was hard as a rock. He took me to the edge of orgasm several times before quickly turning the water to the coldest setting and rinsing me off.
All three of them shut off their showers and led me out to the locker room. Master Clark threw me a towel to dry myself off as they each walked to a locker. I stood, naked, as they got dressed in their matching outfits: gray t-shirts with the gym logo and black training shorts. Masters Clark and Tim walked out, as Master Taylor walked over to me with what looked like another set of the gym outfit. He handed it to me.
"Put these on, boy," he instructed, "and be quick, we have our first clients coming in soon, and you'll need to greet them."
I started to put on the clothes before realizing that they weren't actually matching. The shirt was the same, but the sides had been cut out down to the bottom hem. Luckily, the front piece was wide enough to cover my nipples, but just barely. The shorts were similar to their training shorts, but they were smaller and had an inseam of only a couple inches. As I started to put the clothes on, Master Taylor threw me one more thing: my jockstrap that he had taken the second night.
"Almost forgot this," he said, "don't want you to get hard and tent your shorts. Now get dressed."
I pulled on the jockstrap, followed by the shorts and the shirt, then followed Master Taylor out of the locker room. He led me over to the welcome desk, where he sat me down on a high chair and showed me how the check-in software worked. At 6:50 a.m., Master Taylor opened the doors, and the first clients began walking in. All muscular guys wearing various workout clothes, some with shirts like mine that showed off their sexy bodies, they all seemed amused at my presence. Some joked to Master Taylor about me, asking where he had found the "skinny little bitch" and making crude comments about using me later. Master Taylor responded, telling them that I was Master Tim's step-son and that I need some experience, working and working out, and that I'd be here "serving all summer."
I wondered how many of these men would be at Master Taylor's party this weekend. I hoped all of them.
As the men started working out, I couldn't help but stare. I wanted to serve all of them, feel all of their cocks in my mouth and ass. Master Clark snapped me out of my horny daze and walked me through the rest of the day. There were classes at 7 and 8 a.m., free gym until noon, classes at noon, free gym until 4 p.m., and then classes at 4, 5, and 6 p.m. I was to check people in for the classes, collecting used towels and cleaning up while the classes ran. During open gym, I was to sit at the front desk and welcome guests. While I worked, Masters Taylor, Tim, and Clark would bring me shakes at meal times. I knew they were the shakes I had come to love, and I drank each one quickly.
Around 5:50 p.m., I could see the day coming to a close. There was just one more class scheduled, but I couldn't see anyone signed up for it. I hoped no one was attending so that we could close the gym and head home. I was tired and horny.
At 5:55, several trucks pulled up. I couldn't see who climbed out. As the door opened, I froze in shock. In walked several of my former classmates from high school, all of whom had been on the lacrosse team and had always bullied me for being gay.
"Look who it is," Corey, the team captain, remarked. "I guess we know why Mr. Clark invited us here for a special workout."
"Welcome, boys," Master Taylor said to them. "I'm glad you're all able to join us for a special session: a workout, followed by some service from our new boy here."
The lacrosse guys laughed. Corey looked at me, menacingly, with a smirk. "We're more than ready."
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