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Part 7

Master didn't replace the plug that evening. We spent the rest of the night watching old movies, since neither of us could sleep, in each others arms. As I started to come down, my ass started to ache real bad. Master assured me this was normal after all the cock I had taken. We went out for breakfast at the same place we had before. Travis was working again and smiled as he approached our table. I felt a rush of embarrassment knowing he knew what a pig I was, and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Hey Frank. Hey slut." He said. I tried to laugh it off. Gay guys call each other sluts all the time. I glanced around to see who might hear. Luckily it was a slow morning. 

"Got time for a break Trav?" Asked Master.

"Yea, it's really slow. You're actually my only table right now. I could take 10."

"Ok boy," said Master looking at me. "Go to the bathroom and get ready to give a stellar blow job. If he doesn't cum in 10 minutes, that will be noted." I just nodded and headed off. In a few seconds Travis entered and locked the door behind him, unzipping his pants, revealing an already almost hard dick. He didn't say a word to me as he grabbed my head and shoved his cock in. My throat was almost as sore ass my ass, but I didn't dissapoint. I proceeded to suck him like a starved animal, and within about seven minutes he was pumping his load down my throat. He pulled out and deposited the last couple of drops on my forhead.

"Proof for Frank." He grinned as he zipped up and walked out. I returned to the table, hoping the few people there wouldn't notice the cum. As I sat back down, Master smiled and wiped the cum off, sticking his finger in my mouth.

"Good boy." He said softly as Travis came to take our order. After a breakfast that I still wasn't hungry to eat, but forced down, Master led me back home. The rest of the day was lazy, more movies, then Master had me cook us a light dinner. After the dishes were done, Master called me into the bedroom where he lay naked, his fat, veiny cock sticking up as he stroked it, watching footage of me in the sling getting fucked.

"This is just rough footage," he said. "I have to edit it down. Now come here bitch." He grabbed me and made me straddle his chest, as he gently fingered my hole. I winced in pain. He grabbed some lube and applied it to his cock. "Now sit down boy." I carefully placed his mushroom head to my burning hole, and slowly, with much effort, eased it in my battered cunt. I hissed as I slid down it, eventually managing to settle all the way down, his pubes rubbing my inflamed tissue. 

"Good boy, now just sit there." I could feel him flexing his cock in me as he reached for my nipples. "Milk it boy. Use your muscles to milk my cock." His pinching of my nipples made my hole instinctively squeeze his pole, and he smiled. "Ok boy, here's the deal. I will take you part time. You will spend weekends here, but also expect to be summoned once or twice during the week. I expect you to always be available for me and whatever I say. I understand, on occasion, you may have unbreakable plans. Be honest if you can't make it, but if it happens too often, I will dismiss you. Now, as you can tell, I enjoy sharing my property with my friends. I find immense pleasure in watching my whores get used. Not every weekend will be like this, obviously, this was special. But you can always expect more than just my cock. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes Sir." I answered, doing my best to please his cock with my burning ass."

"And you will never refuse an order boy. I think you all ready understand that. Now, I have your home and work number, you won't need mine. I know your work schedule, so don't be surprised if I call you into service during your lunch hour. Now, I give you one last chance to back out, now that you've come down a lot. Do you want to, boy?"

"No Sir!" I said, as he increased the torture on my nipples. "I want this Sir."

"Good boy." he said, pulling me into a kiss. I whined as he fucked my aching pussy, kissing me deeply until he shot. "Now go home boy, and wait for me to call you."

I dressed, and left his apartment, walking slowly home, digesting this extraordinary turn of events in my life. 

 

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Part 8

I had never been so happy in my life to have my small, dingy studio apartment. At least I had no roommates to question my whereabouts. I did have friends though, and my answering machine was loaded with messages. "Fuck em," I thought to myself, "I can't think about them today, I'll think about them tomorrow." I giggled to myself, as Gone With the Wind had been a movie we had just watched. I grabbed a jug of water and flopped down on the bed. I tried to fall asleep, but just couldn't. I just rolled on my back and played over and over in head the past few days. My cock swelled in its cage, trying desperately to get hard, but was unable to. Thank God Master had taken it off long enough to get all the wax out, or it would have been worse. I hadn't cum in days and I was horny and frustrated, which is of course exactly what Master wanted. Without even realizing it, my fingers roamed down to my aching cunt and gently scooped up the spunk that was oozing out. I brought it up to my mouth and softly moaned as I licked it off, my Masters big, veiny cock emblazoned in my mind. 

To say I was a wreck the next day at work would be an understatement. I managed to get about 4 hours of sleep before my fucking alarm clock started screaming at me. Sitting in my cubicle, I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was him. And when I thought about him, my cock swelled. And when my cock swelled, it leaked a lot of precum, so much that I had to stuff tissues in my underwear so it wouldn't seep into my pants. The tissues, along with the cage, made for a very interesting bulge. I was just staring at it when my boss walked in.

"Feeling O.K.?" He asked.

"Uh, yea, yea, um, I feel fine." I replied, splashing cold water on my face. My boss just looked at me strangely as he left the restroom. If only he knew what a drugged up little pig I had been all weekend. Then an odd thought popped in my head. What if Master knew my boss? What if he was one of the 11 men that had fucked me anonymously? I shook my head at my own stupidity and returned to mg desk. But it was too late. Master's head game was already working.

5 o'clock could not come soon enough and I rushed home hoping that Master had called. I had to wade through lots of, "Dude, where are you?", "Man what's up?", "Hey call me." messages, but none from Master. I microwaved some dinner and collapsed on my bed.

The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring and I bolted up in bed, still in the clothes from yesterday. I went to work feeling remarkably well. I felt rested and my ass didn't ache anymore. The day flew by as I tried to catch up on the work I had fallen behind on, and I didn't think of Master too much. I knew he would call, I just had to be patient. The call finally came on Friday at two o'clock. I answered the phone in my professional voice.

"Hi slut." Came the voice from the other end. Just hearing him made my cock spring to life.

"Hi." I replied.

"Hi what, whore?"

"Hi, Sir." I replied, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention. They weren't. Master chuckled.

"Good boy. Meet me downstairs when you get off." Then he hung up. My heart leaped in excitement at the mere thought of seeing him again. The next few hours dragged on until the hands finally said 5, and I was out the door in a flash. He was waiting across from the elevators. "Follow me boy." Was all he said. We started walking and he stopped. "Behind me." Was all he said. I understood and walked two steps behind. We walked 4 blocks, to another downtown tower, and into the elevators to the 22nd floor. After we exited, he turned to me and started speaking. "We are at the office of a very dear friend. We've been friends since college. He's not part of the community, in fact he's not even gay, well, He's married anyway, let's just say that. But he likes boy ass, and I've shared my slaves with him for years. He's very discreet. This will probably be the only time you visit him here. His staff is gone, so you will be alone. His office is at the end of the hall. Do what he says, and I will see you at my place when you're finished." With that, Master pushed the elevator button, and I walked down the hall.

I opened the office to see a large room with two desks. Another office lay further back. I wandered back there to see a man sitting at a large desk. He beckoned me in.

"Frank's new slave huh, nice, nice. Shut the door and strip!" I did as instructed, folding my clothes neatly. "Now crawl over here." I did as he said as he unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his already hard cock. "Let's see if your worth 20 bucks." My own already hardening dick strained even harder when I realized I had been sold. I took his cock in my mouth and swallowed what was probably 7 inches. "Oh yea, he moaned." as I engulphed him. I sucked him for a few minutes before he pushed me off and ordered me to lie on his desk, face down. He pulled out some lube in his drawer and slicked his cock up. Without ceremony, he slid right into my waiting cunt. I was surprised at how little it didn't hurt, but his cock wasn't that thick. He grabbed my hips and pounded me while I looked at pictures of his family. There was his smiling wife, alone, in one picture, and him and his three teenage boys in another. All cute brunettes, all looked like their dad. He fucked me for a few minutes before he groaned loudly and buried himself in me shooting his seed, but he didn't pull out. He stayed inside me and started to slide his cock in and out of my cum slicked chute. The second fuck lasted probably 20 minutes before he pumped another load into my whore hole. When he finished, he just pulled out and grabbed my head, forcing me to clean off his slimy fuckstick. When I had finished, he simply said, "Go now." I got dressed and started to leave when he said, " Wait. Aren't you forgetting something? Whore's need to be paid." He waved a 20 at me. "Crawl for it." I did, and as I reached for it he said, "Uh-uh, in your teeth." I took it in my mouth from his hand. "Now crawl out of my office, whore, I'll see you again." I crawled until I reached the outer office, then walked to the elevators and hurried to Masters.

Once I got too his apartment, I gave him the 20 bucks after I had stripped and put on my slave gear. He just smiled and said, "It feels good to be a whore, doesn't it?" I admit, I felt dirty and alive. Master just bent me over the couch, rubbed his fat cockhead in my gooey hole, and plunged in. I gritted my teeth, as his fat cock plowed into me.

"Oh yea boy, that's what I like, a nice wet boypussy. I'm gonna make sure you get filled up a few times this weekend, like a slave should be."

"Yes Master," I panted as he pounded my sensitive prostate, forcing more fluid to leak from my straining cock. Master smacked my ass hard as he fed my guts his precious fluid. "Thank you for your cum, Sir." I sighed. After he pulled out, and I cleaned him off he grabbed my keys, made me tell him my address, and told me not to move, he'd be back soon. He left me there, ass in the air, letting his cum soak into my body as he went to retrieve things from my apartment.

 

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Definitely interested in your adventures. Learning how devoid yourself from the bathhouse norm's got my attention. You are bring out the best in everyone thru your adventures. 

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Part 9

I laid over the arm of the couch, not moving as ordered. I did stick my fingers in my cunt a couple of times and licked the cum from them, savoring the musky taste of the combined loads. After maybe 45 minutes, Master returned with my boots, jacket, and clothes for work on Monday. He was pleased to find me in the same position he had left me in. After inserting a plug, he had me prepare a light dinner for us. After we finished, we sat in the living and toked up on his bong with some killer weed, getting nice and ripped while we watched more of his homemade porn.

Finally, about 10, Master went into his room and changed, returning wearing  his jeans, a leather harness, and black cap. He looked so fine. He tossed me my leather shorts and a harness. After I was dressed, Master sat down and gave me a glass with some juice in it, and a pill.

"There's a little bit of G in the juice." He told me. "And that's ecstasy you're going to be feeling real good in a little bit." I knew I would. I had X before, I  liked it. I was already stoned and feeling good when Master led me out the door on a leash. I started to feel flush as we walked to the bar, and felt real warm and happy when we got there. Master got a beer and paraded me around the bar, stopping and chatting with people. His mind game worked as I wondered with each person he talked too if they had fucked me or not. Most of them gave me lascivious looks, so I'm sure I had taken some of their loads. We eventually made our way to the back patio where Master leaned in a corner, making me sit on the ground next to him. The X was really kicking in as he gave me a cigarette. I smoked as his friends stopped and chatted, but didn't pay attention to their conversation. When I had finished, Master leaned over and pushed my head down.

"Lick my boots, bitch!" He growled at me. "Show the men how hungry you are to please." I didn't even hesitate. As warm waves of pleasure rippled through my body, my brain focused on the one thing in front of me, Master's  leather boots. I moaned as my tongue came in contact with them, and I could vaguely hear the men laugh and say nasty things about me, but they were in another world right now. I was lost in the sensation of my tongue on Sir's boots. I licked from the toe, slowly, erotically, up to the top, over and over again. I licked along the sides, imagining in my head I was making love to a big, leather cock. After I don't know how long, my head was pushed over to the other boot that I had forgotten about. I moaned even louder as I dove this new boot needing my attention. I felt someone grind his own boot into my ass, pushing the plug into my prostate, causing me to hiss in pleasure as I feverishly licked Master's other boot. After a while, Master pulled my leash, raised me to a standing position, and kissed me passionately, squeezing my nipples as I whimpered in pleasure.

After he finished, he pushed me back to the ground, sitting next to him. I looked up at the men, who were talking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I could see that they were talking about me, but couldn't make out clear words, just an occasional laugh. After a while, the men made a tight circle around us as Master popped the fly on his jeans, pulling out his cock. He grabbed my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth. Then he started pissing. I was taken aback for just a second, but quickly started gulping down his golden nector, as the men voiced their approval. As he finished, Master pulled his cock out of my thirsty mouth, and let some dribble over my forehead and hair, rubbing it into my scalp. After he finished and buttoned up, the men acted again like nothing unusual had happened. Just your ordinary boot licking, piss drinking faggot on a Friday night. I looked at Master, who smiled down at me.

After a bit, Master pulled on my leash and made me follow him. We walked through the bar to the bathroom, and waited for a few minutes for the rear stall to become available. It was occupied, as it usually was, by a couple of guys. No one ever used that stall to shit in. Eventually they came out, and we entered. Master grabbed me and started kissing me as he unzipped my shorts, pushing them down. He removed the harness, and told me to remove my boots and socks. Before I knew it, I was stark naked except for my collar, wrist cuffs, and cock cage. I started to shake a little bit, with nerves and excitement, mostly nerves. Master pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket,  blindfolded me, and locked my hands behind my back, then forced me to sit on the toilet. Then left me alone in the stall. In less than a minute, a man entered, grabbed my collar and pulled me up, turning me around. He pulled out the plug as I moaned, and he stuck it in my mouth. I could taste my ass and cum on it as he quickly shoved his dick into me. He didn't waste time as he pounded me hard and fast, my moans stifled by the plug in my mouth. Soon he was shooting into me, whispering what a nasty pig I was into my ear as sweat poured off my body. He just pulled out and left me bent over as he left the stall. Another man replaced him, and I quickly felt another hard cock push into me. My mind was in a sexual swirl as he rode me. I was so horny being used like a worthless whore in a bathroom stall. I became acutely aware of the smell of the place as the second man fucked me. The smell of stale piss assaulted my nostrils as my cock painfully strained in its cage. The man grabbed my hips as he buried himself deep and pumped another load into my hungry pussy, he too whispering in my ear what a nasty toilet cumdump  I was. I just moaned my agreement. He left the stall, and another man entered. This man removed my plug from my mouth and fingered my hole a bit, then stuck his fingers in my mouth as he pushed the plug back in my cunt. I tasted the fresh sperm from my hole as he stood me up and removed the blindfold. It was Master. 

"You are such a disgusting slut, boy." He said smiling. "I love that. And look, they left your pay in the toilet. I saw two five dollar bills floating in the yellow water in the bowl. Master picked them out and wiped the rim and under the seat with them, wiping up fresh and stale piss. "Open wide boy." He said, placing the dirty bills on my tongue, then closed my mouth. He redressed me, and we exited the stall, me with two five dollar bills clearly sticking out of my mouth. He led me through the bar, back out to the patio.

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Omfg... so fuck hot...I love piss and would gladly take all master and whoever else he wanted deep in my throat and swallow every drop of golden nectar.

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Part 10

 

The cool air of the patio felt wonderful as it cooled off my sweaty body as I rolled on the X and G. The men who knew Master well knew why I had two 5 dollar bills in my mouth, and they just smiled and laughed. Master replaced the money with a lit joint, and I inhaled the sweet, sweet smoke. After a few hits, Master took back the joint as one of the men grabbed me and started kissing me, grinding his hairy chest into me and grabbing my ass cheeks. He unzipped the back of my shorts and pawed my bare ass while he tongued my mouth. I moaned as I sucked on his tongue. Another man came behind me as started sucking and biting my neck as he reached around and pinched my nipples. I groaned and shook as the men pleasured my body, my cock digging painfully into its cage, bringing more pain and pleasure to my drugged up state. Soon I was passed to another man who pushed me against the brick wall, grinding my back into it while he raped my mouth with his tongue. He pushed the plug into my ass which made my dick leak fluid. For the next hour I was passed between various men so they could kiss me, fondle me, and get me hornier and hornier. I was quietly begging each man to fuck me as they set fire to my body with their mouths and hands. I didn't even see their faces as I melted into each of them. Eventually, I felt Master tug my leash as he pulled me away toward the door. He led me through the bar and out the front, with a small group of his friends following us. I already knew what was up as we all walked back to Masters apartment.

 

Once inside, I stripped as expected, and obediently sat on the floor in my spot by the couch. Looking up, I saw Master and 7 other men. They were all older, some I recognized having tried to pick me up before, but I had thought they weren't good enough for me. Now, I was about to be their piggy cumdump, and I had no choice in the matter. And I didn't care. As they stripped my cock pushed painfully into its cage, and my pussy twitched around the plug. Most were hairy, several had bellies. One guy was like a gorilla, covered in dense, black hair, and one guy looked like Santa, long white hair and beard, with a thick grey pelt covering his torso and round belly. These two made me drool the most. I couldn't wait to feel their fur grind into my skin as they fucked me. And I didn't have to wait long. I was quickly grabbed and somebody pulled out the plug, and instantly a hard cock was shoved in its place. 

 

I moaned as the fucker buried himself balls deep in my cumhole. A cock was shoved in my mouth, and poppers under my nose. I went wild as I became the best slut I could be for Master. I begged the men to fuck me, use me, degrade me. And they did. They spit on my face, in my mouth, slapped me, and called me every degrading name in the book. I had big cocks forced down my throat as my head was held tight, nose buried in pubes. I choked and gagged for air as my cunt was pounded hard. I was passed around and around, always pleading to be fucked more, and thanking each man when he dumped his load in my worthless whorehole. When the gorilla man fucked me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he ground his body into mine, kissing me deep and hard, taking temporary ownership of my two cumholes. I howled in ecstasy when he bred me, my own cock leaking tons of fluid. My pussy leaked cum as he pulled out, my hole remaining open, needing more cock. I sat on Santa's cock as he laid on the floor. Another man came behind me and slid his cock into me next to Santa's. It slid right in my loose gash, and I writhed and moaned as the two cocks scissored in and out of me while Santa tortured my nipples, causing me to pant like a bitch in heat. They fucked me like that for a long time before they both shot their cum deep into my guts. I collapsed my sweaty body on the hairy pelt beneath me, rubbing my nipples into the wirey hair. 

 

The party continued late into the night, until nobody had any more cum to unload into me. Master went into the bedroom and came back with a huge dildo and a glass. I didn't even need to be told what to do as I pushed all the cum from inside me into the glass. Then Master unlocked my cage, releasing my cock wich instantly sprang to a painful erection. Handing me the dildo, he told me, "I want you to fuck yourself boy. And not easy. When I say go, ram it up your cunt as hard as you can. Show these men what a true whore you are. Ram your hole as hard as you can!" With that, Master handed me the fat, 12 inch long rubber cock, while someone shoved poppers under my nose. I was made to take hit after hit, until I was dizzy. "Go!" Commanded Master. Without thinking, or hesitation, I rammed the dildo straight into my ass, moaning loudly as I buried it to the balls. I grabbed the base and pounded my hole as the men cheered me on. Master grabbed my jaw and opened my mouth, pouring the glass of cum from my ass all over my tongue. "Keep your mouth open pig!" He ordered me. "Don't swallow. Let the men enjoy what a dirty bitch you are." Master then grabbed my cock and stroked it while I fucked myself. "Don't cum boy! Don't cum until I tell you too." But it was pointless. I was so fucking horny, not having cum in a week, I couldn't controll my orgasm. After a few strokes I rammed the dildo in as far as I could and ground it against my prostate as ropes of cum spurted from my cock, the first shot landing in my open mouth. I shook and yelled as I blew my nut, my balls aching from finally being released. Soon I was coated in a huge load that Master scooped up and added to the rest in my mouth.

 

The party being over, the men left, and Master and I were alone in bed. His cock was rock hard, as he was the only man not to fuck me tonight. He pulled me onto his cock, and I sat down with a sigh. He then produced some nipple clamps with sharp teeth that dug into my flesh. I hissed as he tightened them, causing my pussy to squeeze his cock. 

 

"You failed me tonight slut. You came without permission. That will be a rather sever punishment tomorrow. You will learn that I, as your owner, control when you cum." I hung my head in shame as he said this. "Now, I want you to tell me what a dirty, depraved, pig you are while I jack your cock. You will cum again, but only when I say." I did as he said, telling him all the nasty things he wanted to hear, while he stroked me and pulled on the clamps. I went crazy as he edged me over and over. Finally, he said it. "Cum slut! Cum for your Master!" I shot another large load all over Masters chest as he milked my cock. My spasming ass triggered his own ejaculation as he filled my cumhole one last time for the night. After I licked his chest clean, we snuggled together and drifted off as I contemplated my punishment. 

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Fucking phenomenal story. Straining in my cage, nonstop inventive mental masturbation.  Thank you!!!

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