"You're mine, whoreboy"

[FillMyArse]

Fuck!! Would love to be fucked like that.. Just ramming his hard cock in my arse ripping me up inside!!

[streetmonkey]

Part III a

I don't exactly remember getting home. Even now I have flashes of images but nothing concrete. Picking myself off the floor. Re-entering the main club. Collecting my clothes. Falling into a taxi. But nothing definite.

But I do remember waking up the next morning. Sore. Battered. And when I looked in the mirror, bruised. There were finger marks around my waist where I had been held as I had been fucked. My arse was incredibly sore. I touched it gently and winced. And my cock was sore. I knew that because it was still erect.

And that was the thing.

Despite everything that had happened. Everything that had been done to me. The thought of it made me hard. In fact the first thing I had done when I had woken up was have a wank. Despite the pain of touching my hard shaft. Despite the pain as my spunk flew out of the head of my swollen cock. I had wanked and remembered every single moment of my abuse.

Even a long hot bath didn't ease the pain I felt. And it also didn't dampen the exhilaration that I felt inside. Or the fact that my cock simply wouldn't go down.

So I gave in to it. I opened a fresh bottle of poppers and lay in bed all Sunday. I watched the hardest, dirtiest porn I could. Bareback. Piss. Groups. I wanked. I ate my own cum. I fingered my sore arse. I contemplated a dildo but even the touch of its plastic head against my hole put me off. I didn't think I would be fucked for a while.

By Sunday night I was exhausted. And cum dry. And finally I fell asleep.

I don't remember my dreams but I woke up the next morning refreshed. And my cock had gone down but it was still sore. I looked at myself in the mirror. My lip was still swollen and the bruising around my waist had faded.

I got dressed for work. I didn't want to but I had recently been promoted and I didn't think it was wise to call in sick so soon.

I locked up my flat and headed for the tube. I was relatively early so knew the trains wouldn't be too full. Perhaps if I got in early I could leave a bit earlier too.

I got into the lift at the station and walked on to the platform. Normally I would look at the men around me and work out which ones I would have sex with. Today I couldn't. My mind was blank. So numb. I hadn't even processed what had happened on Saturday night. And when I tried my cock started to harden. And that hurt too much. So I let my mind go blank.

The train arrived and I got on. There were no seats so I stood at the end and leaned on the connecting door.

I closed my eyes. I was tired. I should have stayed home. I could feel myself falling asleep. The train pulled into the next station and more people got on. I was pushed back against the door. I winced as my bruises reacted against the pressure.

I closed my eyes again and tried to ignore the crush. I hated commuting and promised that I would start cycling to work again.

Suddenly I felt a hand brush my crotch. The train was crowded. It was clearly an accident so I closed my eyes once more.

It happened again. And this time it was more insistent. I looked up.

It was him.

I couldn't believe it. Where had he come from? Had he followed me onto the train? Had he just got on? He glared at me and I looked down. His hand was balled into a fist and he was rubbing it against my crotch. As the train jostled he pushed it harder and harder. My cock - of its own accord - grew hard in my trousers. I winced from the pain.

I looked up again. He wasn't even looking. He looked for all the world to see as if he was listening to his music. But I could see a hard look on his face. I dropped my hand and touched his fist.

Suddenly I felt a foot crush my shoe. I yelped. The pressure didn't ease on my foot. It pressed down harder. Deliberately. I moved my hand away and looked up. He was glaring at me.

I dropped my hands to my side.

I felt his hand unball and start to knead my aching cock hard and cruelly. I tried to push it away and again his foot crushed my shoe. The train lurched and he pushed up against me. I was powerless. I felt his hand expertly pull down my fly and enter my trousers. I moaned as he yanked my cock hard. Really hard. And out of my trousers.

I panicked and looked around. I was sure someone could see. He was yanking - not wanking - my cock hard. He was pulling my foreskin back and now I regretted all the wanking from the night before. His foot stayed pressed on my shoe. Applying pressure and pain.

I closed my eyes. I was scared.

Suddenly it all stopped. The train had pulled into the next station and he was moving away. I stood there confused. And then I realised that most people were getting it. I quickly grabbed my cock and forced it back into my trousers. God it hurt so much.

I looked up as he pushed passed. He took one look at me and winked and with expert grace he dropped something into my lapel pocket.

And then he was gone.

The doors closed behind him and the train started moving away. He was standing on the platform starting at me. And then he was gone.

I slumped against the connecting door. My cock was swollen in my trousers. And I could feel precum leaking into my pants.

Suddenly I remembered and pulled a piece of folded paper from my pocket and opened it. It was typed.

"Did you not think I wouldn't find you? You are mine cunt. I bet you've been wanking all weekend. Did I say you could? May be I won't bother with you again. You are pathetic. But perhaps one more chance. Be at the gym tonight at 8.00pm. Wear a singlet. Shorts. Blue. A jock. Do not talk to me. Do not look at me. Just obey me."

[streetmonkey]

Part III b

I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the morning and at lunchtime decided to call it a day and head home. Well not home directly. I went via a sports shop. I didn't have a singlet. Or a pair of blue shorts. I did have jocks. Plenty of them. But none of them "suitable" to wear at the gym. Most were faded from too much sweat and piss action.

So on the way home I decided to drop into a new shop that was tucked behind my local high street. I had walked past it a couple of times but had avoided it. It was called "Gym Buddy" and just the name put me off. But I needed to obey.

As I walked in I was surprised how dark and gloomy it was inside. There was thumping dance music which reminded me - all too painfully - of Saturday night. Everywhere there were pictures of men in jocks, or speedos. Or nothing. It was that kind of gym shop. I grinned. At least I wouldn't feel self conscious.

I started browsing the 'gear'. Clearly this was the kind of gym clothing that could also be worn outside the gym and in the bedroom. My cock twitched as I pulled a pair of blue shorts from the rail. They were dark blue marl and there wasn't much 'in the leg' as it were. I put them back and pulled out the next pair. They had a slightly longer leg.

"You can try both on if you want."

I spun round. The shop assistant had appeared behind the counter.

He repeated himself and pointed to the back of the shop. I nodded and pulled out the original pair. I continued to browse. I pulled a succession of singlets from the rail but none of them were right. Most had logos on them. Or were the wrong colour.

"What are you looking for?" the assistant asked. He was standing right next to me.

"Erm. A singlet." I replied. He was about my height. But younger. He had a piercing in each ear and one in his cheek. He was slightly slimmer than me. Blond hair.

"Nothing grab your fancy?"

I asked if he had anything plain and white.

He nodded and disappeared. While he was gone I looked for socks. I had always wanted those chunky socks that rugby players wear and decided I might as well get them today.

I picked up a pair in blue. Then put then down and picked up a red pair.

"Here you go. Medium right?"

He handed me a plain white singlet.

"Anything else?"

I was suddenly embarassed. I needed a jock but couldn't ask for one. He smiled and pointed in the direction of the back of the shop.

"You can try it all on back there. I'll get you a jock."

Shamefaced I walked to the back of the shop. There was a single curtain. I pulled it back to reveal a single dressing room with a wall to wall mirror. I walked in and pull the curtain shut.

I started to button my shirt when the curtain was pulled aside. I looked back. The shop assistant handed me a selection of packages and then closed the curtain and disappeared.

I was holding a selection of jocks in various colours.

I slowly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I still had some gentle bruising and ached but it was getting better. I wasn't too sure if I would be able to work out but I didn't want to disobey him.

God. I didn't even know his name. Jesus!

I slid my underpants down and pulled open the packaging of one of the jocks. It was white. I hesistated. I would have to buy this if I tried it on. I checked the label. Medium. It should fit and if it did I would buy the rest. I needed some 'fresh' pairs. I often wore just a jock when I was at home alone. I loved the feel of the cup holding my balls. and the way the straps hugged my arse. I started to get hard and had to concentrate to bring my cock under control.

Next the shorts. First I tried on the longer legged pair. They looked good. I had good legs and a firm arse from all the running I did. I flexed my leg muscles and the shorts moulded to my legs. Nice.

I looked at the other pair. What the fuck. I dropped the shorts I was wearing and tried on the shorter pair. Wow. Even I had to admit I looked damn hot in them. I grinned. The jock made my crotch look 'full' and I didn't even have a hardon. And my arse looked very fuckable. I'd even fuck it. Maybe not suitable for the gym but more than suitable for some of the parties I sometimes went to.

Next I grabbed the singlet and slipped it on. Damn. It was too big. It hung on me like a tent. I was about to call out when the curtain was pulled back. It was the assistant.

"How is everything?"

I told him that the singlet was slightly too big. He disappeared leaving the curtain open. I peeped out. The shop was empty. I wondered how long it could possibly last if it was empty on a weekday afternoon. How sad as I imagined this would be a shop that I would visit regularly.

He came back empty handed.

"Sorry that was the last one."

He looked at all the gear spread across the floor.

"Look. The one I am wearing is a small. Do you want to try it on?"

I told him I wasn't sure and he just smiled.

"If it fits you can have it. It's fresh on this afternoon and I won't charge you for it."

Before I could answer he stripped it from his body and handed it to me. I pulled my singlet off and dropped it to the floor and slipped into his. It was warm from his body but it was a perfect fit. Not too tight but tight enough that you could see that I had a flat stomach and also defined arms.

I looked up and caught him staring at me.

"Looks good. Keep it."

I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was smooth and tanned. And for the first time I noticed he was wearing mesh tracksuit bottoms through which I could clearly see a white jock.

I looked up and saw that he had been watching me. His hand dropped to his crotch and he started stroking it. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't normally into twinks but his smooth tanned skin started to make me hard.

This was crazy. We were in a shop.

"Don't worry. I've closed for ... stock taking."

I watched as he slid his tracksuit bottoms down to reveal a tanned body that was slim but rippled in all the right places. I turned to look at him in the mirror as he kneaded his cock through his jock. I was now so hard it was evident from the shape of my shorts. He walked up behind me and lifted the singlet over my head. Dropping it to the ground he kissed the back of my neck and slid his hands round the front to my crotch and down my shorts. I moaned as I felt his hands slip in, hook the shorts and pull them down.

In one fluid movement he swung around me and dropped to his knees and started licking and chewing my cock through the new jock. I moaned. All thoughts of being interrupted were gone. I was lost in the gentle tugging and licking and his tongue searched out the line between my skin and the jock and inhaled my sweaty odour. As his hands cupped my arse he pulled down the jock and let my cock spring free before taking the whole length into his young eager mouth.

I moaned as I felt his warm breath on my shaft. Licking and sucking me his hands spread my cheeks and teased my hole. The pain in my shaft seemed to disappear with his excellent tongue work which only stopped when his mouth moved to my balls to suck them gently but insistently.

I looked down and traced my eyes down his smooth back to his bubble butt. It was perfect and suddenly I wanted to taste it.

I pushed him down onto his back and knelt between his legs. He grinned and as if reading my mind pulled his legs back to reveal his completely tan ass in his jock. He spread his cheeks and offered me his hole.

I leaned forward and gently licked it. He moaned as he felt my tongue flicking the shaved, pink hole. I leaned in further and pushed my tongue in. It tasted so good. I grabbed his cheeks and pushed my tongue in further, lapping at and gobbing on his hole. One hand reached round and pushed my face into his arse. I was my turn to moan. I was only ever into twinks if they were in films being fucked mercilessly by either a daddy or a muscle guy. But here I was tongue deep in a twink and loving it. I pulled my face away and slid a finger into his hole. Damn it was tight. I pushed it in to the knuckle not without some resistance as his arse bucked and tried to push my finger out.

I looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was loving it. I licked two fingers and pushed them in. To the knuckle. He whimpered in pleasure. I pulled them out and fed them to him as we stared at one another. His mouth lapped up the taste of his own arse. I pushed them back into his arse and gently fucked him. Every so often I would pull them out and either lick them myself or feed them to him.

My own cock was now so hard it was dripping precum all over the changing room floor. I leaned forward to kiss him. I know what I wanted to do but wanted to make sure he wanted fucking.

His hips slid up and suddenly I felt my cock slide into his arse. Raw.

I started to pull out but felt his legs grip me hard.

"Please" he whispered.

I leaned forward and as he opened his mouth I gobbed into it before kissing him deeply. My cock felt so good in his arse that I didn't want to pull out. I slowly started to thrust into his tight hole. And god it was tight. Every thrust made him wince. But before long he was taking my cock, riding each thrust, his arms locked around me.

I knew it wouldn't take me too long before I was going to cum but he wasn't letting me go. And again all I wanted was to shoot up his arse. I started to fuck him faster and I started to edge towards a climax. I looked at him and his eyes were closed. I pushed my tongue into his mouth as I felt my balls contract and my spunk speed down my shaft and into his arse. He moaned as he felt the hot slickness of my cum spread down his arse.

We stayed locked together for a while before I pulled out and knelt before him. He pushed me towards him and took my cock into his mouth greedily licking it clean. He then pushed my onto my back and before I could stop him started to ride my face. I eagerly clamped his arse to my face as I heard him jack himself off. I pushed my tongue into his arse, greedy for any hint of my spunk. My tongue drove in deeper in search of my own taste as I pulled his arse onto my face. He screamed as he came. He pulled his arse off my face and pushed his cock into my mouth so that I could eat up the last spurts.

As my breathing subsided he stood up, grabbed his gear and left the cubicle, closing the curtains behind him. I looked up. The mirror was splattered with his cum.

Jesus.

I quickly got dressed. I wiped up his cum with the singlet and stuffed in among the clothing I was going to purchase. I pulled open the curtain and he was standing behind the counter serving another customer. Two other guys were checking out the swimwear collection.

I handed him my item and he looked up and smiled at me.

"Did you find everything you needed?"

I nodded and said yes. He rung up my purchases and put them in a bag. Before putting the singlet in the bag he lifted it to his face, sniffed it and smiled.

"Do come again" he said as he handed me my receipt.

As I left I just heard him say to the two guys "Take those speedos into the changing room and try them on. I'll come back with other sizes."

Maybe the shop wouldn't close down after all.

[streetmonkey]

Part III c

I arrived at the gym just before 8.00pm and headed to the changing rooms. The gym was just beginning to thin out as the office workers headed home. When I walked into the changing rooms I was hit with that incredible damp smell of changing rooms - sweat, steam, showers. It was enough to make me cum.

I found a quiet set of lockers and started to get changed. As I looked around I felt that everyone was looking at me and smirking. My stomach had tightened as I momentarily considered not turning up. But then I remembered my journey to work and thought better of it. I didn't want a rougher encounter. Well not on the tube. I closed my locker and grabbed my hand towel and heading out into the gym.

As I quickly scanned around I realised it was still pretty busy. But despite looking around I couldn't see him. At all. I didn't know what to do. Had he even turned up? I decided to carry on and do my standard routine. If he was here he would see me. And the fact that I wasn't wearing a singlet. My heart sank. Perhaps he had already seen me and left.

I got onto the running machine and started it up. I normally ran for fifteen minutes but I couldn't get into my stride. Part of it was that it hurt when I breathed. Clearly the bruising was more than skin deep.

I stopped after five minutes and stretched by the running machine. This was always the best part as there was a mirror where I could admire my legs and arse. My running had not only made me trim but according to every one I had sex with, gave me an incredible arse. My mind flicked back to the last orgy I had attended. Many years back. I had gone with a mate and ended up being fucked by too many men to mention over the host's sofa. Each had complimented me on my bubble butt and tight hole. My cock stiffened forcing me to change my train of thought. I took it was an opportunity to scan the gym again.

Still no sign.

I headed over to the floor mats. Lying on my back I started to do sit ups. Against the bruising made it difficult and I barely managed to do half the number I normally could do. I sat up. I was sweating. And still no sign. Perhaps I should call it a day. He clearly hadn't turned up.

My temper flared. The fucker. Who did he think he was. First leading me on in the club. And then on the tube. And now.

I stood up. Fuck it. I would finish my work out and if he hadn't turned up I would head home and perhaps search grindr. I had a few local buddies who might be around and might want to fuck my arse. I'd see.

I moved over to the weight machines. Free weights had always scared me. First, all the muscle marys gathered around them territorially and secondly I didn't know quite what to do. The weights machines were always better. And emptier.

First arms. I walked over the bicep curl and adjusted the weight. I stopped and lowered it one notch. I was clearly sore and didn't want to over do it. Especially if I wanted a cock up my arse later. By the end of three sets I was soaked in sweat. It wasn't only the bruising but probably the come down. I smiled. At least I would have a sweaty jock to chew on later.

Next the 'pec deck'. Again I adjusted the weight and sat down. The three sets nearly killed me. I had been gripped really hard in the club. Crushed almost so it was inevitable that my chest would be sore. But I was angry and pushed myself. Still no sign and the pec deck was in front of a mirror which gave me a clear view of the whole gym. Not only was it empty bar me and three other - not so cute - guys but he wasn't here.

I headed over to the shoulder press. I really didn't like this machine but that was okay as it was in a corner and I usually just pretended to use it.

I adjusted the weight and settled into the seat. As usual I tied the strap across the lap like the instructor had told me. It was habit really. I never every thought I would pull enough weight to need it.

I leant forward and put my head in my hands. What was I doing. I was chasing some muscle guy whose name I didn't even know around a club, a train and a gym. I had been fucked remorselessly by some complete stranger, spent a fortune on gym gear and fucked some twink bareback.

And now I was beginning to feel the comedown. I sat up. Right, I decided. No more drugs. No more fucking around. And no more muscle guy. I'd finish my workout and forget him. And take the bus to work.

I gripped the bars of the machine and tried pushed up. I couldn't. It was too heavy. I'd forgotten to adjust the weight. I started to turn around ...

"Don't turn around fuck boi."

I froze. I felt the strap around my waist tighten.

"I've been watching you. Looking around the gym to see if you could spot me."

I could feel his breath on my neck. I shivered.

"Doing some pathetic kind of workout as you searched for me. Not even fucking straining a muscle you pussy boi. And what's this? No fucking singlet? I told you I wanted you in singlet."

I mumbled I was sorry.

"What cunt boi?"

"Sorry Sir."

"That's right. Sorry. Sorry for your pathetic performance in the club. Your reaction on the tube. Your fuck in the shop. And now your fucking shitty work out."

I stiffened. Except in my jock. He chuckled.

"Oh yeah I know all about your fuck session in the shop. That's a real whore's den. I was surprised that you fucked Tommy though. He likes men. At least he did this lunchtime when I pushed my raw cock up his arse and made him finger my cum out of his hole and eat it."

I moaned. From shame. And from the image of my muscle guy fucking "Tommy".

"So cunt boi. What are we going to do?"

He pulled the strap tighter. I winced.

"Should I take you home and fuck you? Should I just fuck you here? The gym is empty enough. I could fuck you in the shower cubicle and get it over with and move on. To someone better. Find a cunt boi who isn't such a whore. What do you think?"

I whispered that I was sorry. That I had 'purchased a singlet like I was ordered to' but that it hadn't been clean to wear to the gym. I begged him to forgive me.

All whispered.

I heard him clear his throat.

"Tell you what fuck boi. I'll do this. Because I think even a cunt like you needs a second chance. Are you listening?"

I nodded.

"Right. I want you to spend the rest of this week working out. I want you to punish your body. I want you to make it as perfect as you can. It will never be perfect enough for me but I want to notice a real change. And so you are going to have to work hard this week. Very hard."

"Then on Saturday you will go to an address as directed. There will be instructions. You will follow them exactly. And don't think you can cheat. I will be here watching you. I will know if you have been working out. And if you haven't then you will have failed. Failed me. And failed yourself. Don't wank. At all. Now fuck off home."

He pulled the strap even tighter making me emit a yelp.

And then he was gone. Quickly I unstrapped myself and stood up.

He was nowhere to be seen.

What was I to do?

[streetmonkey]

Part IV

I obeyed. I spent the whole week at the gym. Almost literally. I went in the morning and again in the evening. I ran. I crunched. I pulled and pushed every muscle. I watched what I ate and drank a lot of water.

At night I would collapse into bed. Exhausted. But not before I examined my naked body in the mirror. By Thursday night I was panicking. I could see no noticeable change in my body.

On Friday I pushed myself twice as hard. By the end of my evening workout I was crushed. My body ached. And even if I had wanted to wank I didn't have the energy or inclination. After my final set of crunches I returned to the changing room. It was late and there were only a few guys left.

All week I had seen no sign of the muscle guy. In fact I had stopped looking. I was so focused on working out that I didn't realise until I had wrapped my towel around my waist that I had almost forgotten why I had out myself through a week of physical hell.

I walked to the showers, past the steam room. This late at night there was always something going on in there. I reckoned the managers turned a blind eye to it and sometimes I would wander in. And at least watch. Tonight I walked past and into a cubicle and stood under a steaming hot jet of water as it caressed my sore body. Eventually I turned the water off, towelled myself dry and headed back to my locker.

My locker door was open. The padlock was sitting on the inside shelf.

I quickly walked to it. I distinctly remembered locking it. I cautiously peered inside. Everything was exactly as I had left it.

Then I spotted the note. Jammed into the hinge. It had my name on it - "Sean. 1."

I shuddered and looked around. No one was there, I grabbed the note and put it on the bench. I grabbed my fresh briefs and quickly slid them on. As I grabbed my jeans a packet fell to the ground. I picked it up. It was a sealed black plastic bag. I put it on the bench next to the letter.

I quickly finished getting dressed and pushed the envelope and package into the top of my bag and left the gym.

I rushed home. Every so often I would look behind me, certain I was being followed. I got back to the flat and unlocked the door.

I dropped my bag on the floor and turned to look the door. That's when I spotted another envelope on the floor. "Sean. 2."

I locked the door and slide to the floor clutching the second envelope.

Fuck. What was happening? Who could have opened my locker and put one envelope in there and then put a second envelope through my door without knowing the security code to the main door of my block of flats?

Shit. I started to shake. This was getting weird. I looked at my sports bag. I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen.

Setting the bag on the table I grabbed a glass and my whiskey from the shelf. I sat down and retrieved the first envelope and package.

I placed both the envelopes on the table next to the package. And stared at them.

Finally I poured myself a shot of whiskey and drank it straight. I winced as it burned the back of my throat.

I picked up the first envelope and opened it. It was typed.

"Hello Sean or should I call you Cunt Boi? I am glad you obeyed me and went to the gym. And I am a little impressed that you went twice a day. Good Boi. That's a point in your favour. But from what I saw I am not sure it made any difference. But perhaps time will tell.

"So what next? I assume you found the package? I put it under your cheap fucking jeans you whore. No one wears fucking Levi jeans anymore except cheap bottom Boi cunts who hawk out their arses. Is that what you are? That's a point taken away."

"Getting the gist of this now? Strip for me."

Nothing else. I turned the letter over. Nothing. This was ridiculous. Panic gripped my stomach. I stood up and pulled my top off. I undid my belt and shoved down my jeans and kicked off my socks and shoes.

I sat down. Bollock naked. I picked up the package.

I hadn't been told to open it. I put it down and reached for the second note and opened it.

"Hello Cunt Boi. You naked? I'll know if you're not. I'm in your head. You won't be able to lie to me. By the way I'm glad those bruises have disappeared. Clay was too rough on you. I ordered him not to leave any marks on your skin. The fucker has been punished."

My cock twitched as I read this. 'Punished'.

"So. Open the package."

End of note.

I put the note down on the table and picked up the package. I lifted it to my lips and nose. For some reason I licked it then sniffed it. I turned it over and carefully peeled back the Sellotape then tipped the contents onto the table.

There were three sealed jiffy bags. Marked "1", "2" and "3".

"1" was the biggest. I pulled it open. Out fell a pair of rubber shorts. Jesus my rubber shorts. I picked them up. They were clean. And nestled inside was my bottle of poppers.

I placed them on the table.

Also inside was a white singlet. And an envelope. "Sean. 3".

I opened it.

"Hello Cunt Boi. Rich enough that you can just leave your rubber lying around in a club? I'll teach you how to value things. You need to be taught some real values. And as you can't fucking manage to follow simple instructions here's a singlet. Don't lose it.

"Open parcel 2."

End of note.

I grabbed the second parcel and ripped it open. The contents spilled out onto the table. A metal cockring. A pair of speedos. Black. And another note. "Sean. 4."

I opened it.

"These are for you to wear. If you've been working out properly you will look good in these speedos. If not. Then nothing. Shave your balls. Nothing else, just your balls. I will inspect them so make sure you do it right. Put the cockring on. Put the speedos on. Put the singlet on. Then put whatever fag clothes you have on. But not your fag jeans.

"Final parcel Cunt Boi."

I paused. I looked down at my erect cock. It was hard. Very hard. And leaking. I wiped my finger across the top and pushed the pre-cummed tip into my mouth.

I opened the final package and reached inside to retrieve a toke bag and a small bottle.

Poppers? I held it to the light. The liquid was clear.

I looked at the toke bag. Three pills.

I picked up the envelope and shook it. Another note fell out.

"Sean. 5."

"Good Cunt Boi. If you've got this far I am impressed. So what have we here? READ THIS VERY CAREFULLY."

"Tonight you will go to bed at midnight. Before you will take one pill.

"Tomorrow you will wake up at 8am. You will shower. You will not put on any deodorant. Drink one cup of black coffee. And take the second pill.

"You will dress as I have ordered you to. You will pack your slutty rubber shorts. You will pack your sweaty gym kit from tonight. You will pack the bottle I have given you.

"At 9am you will take the final pill, drinking it with a litre of water. No more. No less. You will head to 'Gym Buddy' and arrive no later than 9.15. If you are late you have fucked up."

End of note.

I dropped it on the table and looked at everything lying there. I picked up the cockring and weighed it in my hand. I picked up the bottle. What was it? Should I open it?

I put it down.

I inspected every other item and re-read every note. And again.

Suddenly I looked at the kitchen clock. 11.55pm.

I stood up and pushed all the items into a pile. I walked over to the sink and drew a glass of water.

I walked back to the table.

Bedtime I thought as I pulled open the toke bag...

[Guest faggot hole]

Fuck! How i want to be Sean?

[streetmonkey]

Part V (a)

I slept extremely well and my alarm woke me at exactly 8am. I shower and carefully shaved my balls. I looked at my self in the mirror. I didn't look any different or - despite the pill - fell any different.

I drank a cup of black coffee and took the second pill. I slipped on the cockring and the speedos. They fitted perfectly. I emptied my gym back and placed the rubber shorts in the bottom together with my gym kit - still damp from the night before - inside. I dropped the bottle of clear liquid on top and I sealed the bag.

I put on the singlet then found a pair of combat trousers and a checked shirt. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sure if he would be happy but I wasn't wearing jeans. I pulled on a pair of black caterpillar boots.

8.55am.

I opened a fresh bottle of water and pulled the final pill from the toke bag. I pushed it into my mouth and drank the water in one go.

I left the flat and walked to Gym Buddy.

The high street was busy but as I turned up the side street I was engulfed by total silence. No cars. No birds. Nothing. I stood outside the shop.

9.10am.

What now?

At that precise moment I realised how cold it was. Despite the sun there was a distinct chill in the air. I shivered. I stepped back and looked at the shop. What was I looking for? I looked at the ground and then I saw it. The trip of an envelope pushed under the door. I reached down and retreived it.

"Sean. 6."

I opened it.

"Good Morning Cunt Boi. A point in your favour for obeying. You will lose a point if you have forgotten anything but we'll find out later won't we.

"Turn left and you will see a new block of apartments on your right. Walk to the main door. It will be open. Walk into the lobby and look for the mailbox for Flat 2014."

End of note.

I turned left and saw the apartment block. It was very new. I had seen it advertised in the local paper. Part of trying to improve the area, they were very expensive apartments. But I didn't think that they were available for occupancy yet.

I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look right. Nothing. Weird. I could have sworn something rushed past me. Probably just a shadow in the sun. Fuck it was cold.

I pulled my jacket together and walked to the apartments. I pushed the glass door and walked into the lobby. A wall of postboxes was on the left. On the right a lift. I walked to the boxes and found Mailbox 2014. I opened it and retrieved another letter.

Nothing was written on the outside. I ripped it open.

"Third floor. Flat 3014. When you get in the lift drink the fluid in the bottle. Turn left out of the lift and enter the apartment. Walk to the middle of the room and strip."

I read the note again. Suddenly I was scared. I turned back to the main door and pulled it. It was locked. I looked around the door for the exit button. There wasn't one. I turned around. There were no other doors. Only the lift.

I read the note again. It was very hot in the lobby. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I opened the bag and pulled out the bottle. Not poppers then. I opened it and sniffed the contents. No smell. I tipped the bottle and dabbed my finger in the liquid and tasted it. Nothing.

I closed the lid and tried the door again. Locked. I looked at the lifts.

Fuck it. I pushed the button. The doors slid open. I walked in. As the doors shut I drank the liquid. It was tasteless.

The doors opened quicker than I thought. I turned left and saw Apartment 3014 straight ahead of me. I was sweating. Damn it was hot in this apartment block. I walked to the door, pushed it open and hesitated.

I turned around and walked to the lift and pressed the button. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nothing.

I took a deep breath and turned back to the door. I entered the apartment. It was one large room. Well furnished. There were leather sofas in the centre of the room. The floors were wooden.

I said hello. Nothing. The door behind me shut. I looked back. Nothing. I walked back to the door and tried the handle. Locked. I tried it again. Nothing.

I pressed my head against the door. At least it was cooler in here. I turned around and again thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head sharply to the right.

Nothing.

Suddenly I realised my cock was hard. Weird. I walked to the centre of the room and put my bag down. There was a door to the left and to the right. They were both closed. I thought about trying them but decided not to. I looked out of the floor to ceiling windows. There was a 360 degree balcony and amazing views.

I shivered again. There was nothing for it.

I stripped my clothes off and stood there in my speedos.

"Good Cunt Boi."

I sitffened and started to turn around.

"DON'T TURN AROUND" he yelled. My mind reeled. Where had he come from? I hadn't seen another door. I heard his footsteps approach me.

"Good Cunt Boi. You've done precisely what I said. Another point. Two points now. Almost impressive. I wonder if you can get to three points. We will see."

He was standing behind me. I could feel his presence and his warmth. I shivered. I was cold.

He chuckled. I felt a finger touch me between my shoulder blades and then start to trace a line down my spine. It tingled and I couldn't suppress a moan.

"How trusting of you. I can tell you have followed all my instructions to the letter. The working out. And the pills. Are you feeling cold?"

I nodded.

"Good then they are working. It's a cocktail I have wanted to try for a while. They only really work on a boi who has stripped as much excess fat from his body as possible. They work directly on muscle you see."

His finger had reached the top of my speedos. He pulled them down slightly and pushed his finger into the top of my arse cheeks. I sighed again.

"Plus to enjoy their full effect you need to have improved stamina. And I think a week at the gym will have done that."

He removed his finger and pulled my speedos back up.

"Turn around."

I turned around and moaned as I caught sight of him.

My master.

He leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me on the lips.

"Take a good look Cunt Boi. Do you like?"

I nodded and gazed at him from head to toe.

[streetmonkey]

Part V (

He stood before me in all his magnificence. He was wearing black boots polished so brightly that I could see my reflection in them. Skin tight leather chaps that hugged his muscular thighs. A black jock that looked ready to burst. Across his rippling chest was a harness as polished as his boots. His pecs were beautifully sculpted and his six pack was deep deep and cut. His arms bulged with muscle and on top of this all was his face. A firm jaw dusted with stubble and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. And surprisingly never noticed before.

He was six foot of chiselled muscle. I gasped. He took my hard and placed it on his stomach then pulled it down to his crotch.

He whispered:

"You will have to try harder. I am not even semi erect."

He dropped my hard to my side and stared into my eyes. His hand dropped to my hard cock in my speedos and stroked it. I moaned as my cock jumped at his touch. It felt electric. I felt sweat build on my skin and just as quickly evaporate leaving a chill.

He smiled.

"Mmmm good. Stage two seems to have kicked in."

He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. He retrieved a bottle wedged into the sofa and threw them to me.

"Sniff" he ordered.

I opened them and took a sniff of poppers.

"Again."

I obeyed.

"Deeper."

I took a deeper swag of poppers.

"Again."

I moaned as I raised the bottle to my nose again. Another deep draught and my head began to swim. I felt sweat cover my body again as I looked at him. He sat back and kneaded his crotch.

"Come here."

I walked over and stood before him and he stood up to meet me.

Suddenly out of nowhere he landed a fist into my stomach. I yelled as I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees.

"GET UP YOU FUCKING PUSSY BOI!"

He wrenched me to my feet and kicked my legs apart. He grabbed me by the face and forced me to look at him. I heard his gargle and then he gobbed into my face. I felt the gob slide down my nose and into my mouth. The pain in my stomach was unbearable.

He glared at me.

"You fucking pussy. You think that hurts. It's only the beginning."

His hand wrapped round my neck and pushed me to the floor. He put a foot on the back of my head and pushed my face to the floor. I moaned.

"Fucking polish my boots you cunt."

I grabbed his boot and opened my mouth. I started to lick his boot.

"DO IT PROPERLY! Gob on it first!"

I obeyed. I gobbed on his boot and then licked it off. The polish was so bitter and made me gag. But I didn't dare stop. My eyes were watering. I licked and gobbed on both boots. The taste was so bitter. I gagged and retched.

Suddenly I felt something go round my neck. My hands reached up but before I could do anything I was pulled up from the floor by a cord. My hands reached to my neck and felt leather. I looked at him. He was holding a leather leash.

"Good boi. Not bad. But not quick enough. You lose a point."

His fist landed in my stomach again. But this time the leash kept me upright and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was dizzy. The pain was excruciating. My eyes were watering.

He pulled me behind him and dragged me to a chair. He pushed me into it and then snapped my head back as he fastened the leash to the chair. Before I could struggle he had fastened my hands to manacles at the side of the chair. I tried to struggle and he slapped my head. Hard. Dazed I could resist as he fastened my feet to the chair as well.

He walked in front of me. He forced my mouth open and forced something into it. I was confused. Then the taste of bitter rubber hit me. A ball gag. He fastened it around my head. And stood back.

"Good Cunt Boi. You need to learn a lesson. As I said I've been watching you perving over me at the gym. Disgusting runt. Not brave enough to talk to me cunt? Well we'll have to teach you a lesson won't we?"

We? I struggled against my restraints. The chair didn't move. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it was fastened to the floor. Panic flooded my body. My heart was racing. I was sweating. My head was spinning.

He chuckled.

"Did you like the taste of the polish?"

I squinted through the sweat pouring down my face.

"My own blend. K. G. And a little something my chemist gave me."

I moaned. I was sweating profusely.

"Raises the body temperature. That's why it's important to drink a lot. But don't want to knock you out. No. Not yet. So a bit of caffeine too. A pick me up like the two pills you took this morning. A nice combination."

His hand dropped to my nipple. I was now slick with sweat. He tweaked it hard making me scream through my ball gag. He leaned down and looked into my eyes.

"Now. Now. Don't make a fucking scene. You've wanted this. You know it. Since you first saw me. SO DON'T FUCKING WHINE!"

He slapped the back of my head and walked behind the sofas. He pulled up a bag and delved into it. I moan as he pulled out a rubber tube and a bottle of water.

He walked back towards me and I began to struggle against the restraints trying the beg him to stop. I was sweating. Shaking. Panicking.

He stood in front of me and I could not help but stare at his ripped bod. I wanted to escape but I also wanted him to dominate me. Use me.

He leaned down and pushed the tube into the ball gag and I felt the end of it pushed against my tongue.

I watched as he attached the other end to the bottle.

"As I said. Your body temperature has been raised so you need to drink. If you resist you'll choke. And maybe drown. So relax you cunt and drink."

He tipped the bottle up and water rushed into my mouth. Cold. Fresh. Water. I gulped it down greedily. I felt the cold spread through my body. Sweat seemed to evaporate from my body as the water washed into me. And then must as suddenly it was over. I begged for more. He slapped me hard across the face and showed me the bottle,

It was empty.

"Don't be greedy cunt Boi."

He stood up and looked at me then sighed.

"I'm bored."

He spun around and started to walk away. I stared after him. Where was he going. He couldn't leave me like this. I screamed after him at the same time as my eyes devoured his arse and legs in the chaps. The muscles rippling down his back under the harness.

I wanted him.

He walked to the door on the left and opened it. He disappeared.

Silence.

I heard him unzip something. Then heard him return. I shook the sweat from my eyes and when I need them he was leading someone into the room. He was bollock naked apart from a ball gag. His cock was stiff. A metal cock ring tight against his balls.

He shuffled past my master and dropped to his knees in front of me.

Fucking hell. It was my mate. He looked up at me and smiles. He was totally blessed out.

What the fuck was this? Again I struggled against my restraints. I screamed.

The muscle guy just laughed as he stroked my mate's head. My mate looked up adoringly as the master leaned down and gobbed into his mouth before kissing him.

Cunt! I was so angry. What the fuck was this! This wasn't how it was meant to happen! I kept struggling. Screaming.

My master walked toward me and smacked me in the stomach. Harder than before. And again. He granted me by the chin.

"What Cunt Boi? Angry? Really? Did you think you were enough? Fuck me you arrogant little piece of shit. How dare you presume you are special. You need to be taught a proper lesson."

He delved into the bag and pulled out a syringe. I whimpered.

"I bet you think you've seen it all. Think that you're a real whore. Slut. Well let me tell you that you're nothing. Done nothing. Achieved nothing. Your pathetic life means nothing."

He pushed the syringe into the tube still attached to the ball gag.

"Well nothing - yet."

He pushed down on the syringe and flooded my mouth with sweet liquid. I gratefully swallowed it.

He laughed.

"Greedy for Tina aren't you?"

My eyes opened wide. My rule was always 'Never Tina'. I'd seen guys on it and it had scared me. Their total loss of inhibitions. No. I started to struggle to no avail. Suddenly a searing warmth hit my body. I was beyond just sweating. It was pouring off me. There was a burning feeling in the base of my cock. The tip of my cock was itching like crazy.

He leaned forward and blew air into my face.

I moaned with pleasure. Fuck that felt good. His hand dropped to me hard cock and he tugged it. I felt presumably spurt out. I tried to push against his hand but couldn't move.

I looked at him imploringly. He leaned forward and looked me in the eyes.

"What do you want, baby?" he said with utter gentleness. I whimpered.

I wanted him to remove the ball gag so I could tell him that I wanted him.

He chuckled.

"Poor boy. You lose a point."

What!? I screamed and shook my restraints.

How!?

He sat down opposite me on the sofa. My mate crawled on his hands and knees and sat between his legs with his bag to me.

He pulled him up and as I watched they kissed. My mate traced his tongue down my master's body. He lifted his right arm and I was forced to watch as he ate out his pit, moaning with pleasure as he did so.

I wanted to close my eyes. But I couldn't. My master's hand came round and groped my mate's arse, spreading the cheeks to expose his hole. I looked at it. It had clearly been fucked. Used. I moaned. I was jealous.

My master then pushed my mate between his legs and I watched as he clearly pulled his cock out of his jock. My mate moaned as he went down and started to suck and gag on it.

I could see nothing.

My master pulled a toke bag out from the side of the sofa and helped himself to something. Then he retrieved a bottle of poppers and took one, two, three, four deep hits.

His hand rested on the back of my mate's head, holding it in place.

He stared at me and winked.

"Fuck John's good isn't he."

He closed his eyes lost in pleasure.

I screamed.

[streetmonkey]

Part V ©

I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me.

Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat.

Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock.

He leaned down and whispered to my mate.

"Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again."

My mate sighed and gazed up.

"Thank you Master Peter. Thank you."

Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater.

Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut.

Silence.

Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered.

The door opened and my master came out alone.

He strode up to me and grabbed my chin.

"Okay cunt Boi. What next?"

I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating.

He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes.

"Playtime" he whispered.

He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it.

He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair.

The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair.

He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy.

He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse.

I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head.

"No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told."

I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks.

This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed.

Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it.

Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense.

It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways.

Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse.

He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse.

He leaned forward.

"One."

I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt.

"Two."

I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor.

In my mind I was praying for him to stop.

He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer.

He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something.

He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it.

He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again.

He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold.

God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse.

Then he pulled up my speedos.

He returned to face me.

"A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them.

"No."

He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking.

"Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules."

I turned and grabbed me around the waist.

"Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked."

He spun me round and kept talking.

"No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule."

Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it.

He stopped me spinning.

"I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret."

He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe.

I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine.

I didn't dare move.

"The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination."

As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger.

Impossible.

"Now you will be feeling something completely new."

I nodded.

"Like your arse is shrinking."

I nodded again.

"That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..."

And he leaned in ...

"Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out."

He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness.

He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps.

"I think you deserve a little something for your patience."

He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off.

He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled.

The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him.

He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose.

I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly.

I saw spots before my eyes.

He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs.

He stepped back and looked at me.

His eyes were wild.

"Oh yeah. Play time. Big time."

He reached to grab me.

[Jake Wetmore]

Very fucking Hot...Strange at this point in my life not sure if I want to be the whoreboy or the Top....ahhhh fuck it...I want to be both!

[BabyBobby]

Jake,

My favorite stories or videos are just that when I want to be both the bottom and top. It allows be to read or watch it over and over and in my mind taking a different role.

Very fucking Hot...Strange at this point in my life not sure if I want to be the whoreboy or the Top....ahhhh fuck it...I want to be both!

[surryboi]

Wow, can't wait for the next instalment.

[loadme68]

Intense story.

[Party Cum Hole]

hot.. thanks..

[SlimNotShady]

Damned hot writing!