Marked by Mark

By Bamaboi2serve

Published on Aug 16, 2009

Gay

{Apologies for the month-long delay in this part.}

Training day started when I was suddenly awoken by someone pulling the sheets and comforter off me in my bedroom.

It was Master Mark. All of the lights were on in the room and I squinted to see the clock. 5:00am! I had my usual raging erection and somehow felt embarrassed to be there with Master seeing me hard. I started moving my hand to cover myself but saw him looking hard at me and got the message.

"Get the fuck out of bed bitch, we have a long day ahead, and I see you're in perfect shape for the first lesson of the day. Get your ass in the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror slave boi!

I got out of bed quickly, my cock wagging from side to side. At the mirror I stood at slave presentation position.

Master turned on the all of the lights in the bathroom too. He was holding a small HD video camera and it was now pointed at me, recording.

"Slaves exist, bitch, to serve their Masters. Their enjoyment or pleasure is not a factor. It doesn't matter the slightest to me whether you like or love something I do to you. It really is 'all about me', boi, and not even a little about you. So from now on I want to make sure you aren't distracted by your own horniness. You've got exactly 90 seconds. Cum in your hand. Now!"

It took me a few seconds to understand, but I quickly started jerking off. I was still fairly hard, but not really horny...piss hard, if you know what I mean. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to do anything other than pull on my tool, but I took a chance and reached up to my tits and squeezed one with my free hand. I watched myself in the mirror and saw Mater leaning against the wall observing.

"Sixty seconds!" he announced. He reached over and attached his favorite saw-tooth tit clamps, and that was all it took. In three seconds I was shooting into my hand, knowing instinctively he would not want me polluting "his" bathroom sink.

It had been only about three minutes since I had been awoken and I was stunned by the feeling of the orgasm. I glanced over at Master Mark and I saw him nod, only very slightly, toward my cum filled left hand. I raised it to my mouth and licked up my jiz. It wasn't easy! Like a lot of people, there is a major drop in horniness and sexual interest after I cum. But Master had told me what to do and I wasn't going to disobey. I suddenly realized the act draining my cum was part of the training too. I was now satisfied, yet the training day was just beginning!

"One more time slut...start jerking!" he ordered. My cock was already sensitive from the first jerking off, but I went at it as best I could. To inspire me, Master Mark pulled the butt plug out and started using a foot long dildo with a handle to fuck me deeply, striking against the prostate repeatedly.

"One minute left bitch, get that hand ready!" he screamed, and I increased my speed, moaning loudly as I shot into my hand again, with just fifteen seconds to spare!

Again, without prompting this time, I raised my hand to my mouth and licked my hand clean, making sure to get between the fingers.

"Bitch, just cause it's a training day that doesn't mean you neglect your routine....but today I'm going to document it. Get moving!" He aimed the camera and followed me through my shit and shave and shower routine, moving in for a close-up as I took the short hairs I had shaved from my pits and crotch and ate them, and again when I took the heavy metal butt plug and shoved it in one motion into my hole. I grunted because, as often as I had performed that act for my Master, it still hurt to do it without any lube! And this morning my sexual interest has already been diminished. That would have at least make me enjoy it a little!

Master grabbed his dog leash my my (er, his!) dresser and attached it the collar I always wore in the house. He threw a clean pair of bright white underwear to me and I quickly slipped them on. He abruptly pulled me along as he walked into the living room. Again, all of the lights were on...and my other Masters were all in the room together! Master Trooper and Sal and Sir and Master Manuel and now Master Mark! I was shocked.

Master Mark used the same restraints he had used when the "Slave Hole" tat had been put on my back to tie me face up on the big heavy wooden coffee table. Master trooper sat on one side, naked except for a heavy leather harness, stroking himself. I found myself holding my mouth wide open as I watched his big black tool just inches from my face. He leaned over and there was a sudden squirt of his piss into me. "There you go cocksucker. If you're really good maybe I'll let you drain this hose completely later!" he offered, laughing as he moved away from my face.

Master Manuel was wearing just a jock strap and a black leather vest. He moved behind me and knelt down, pulling the jock down below his junk, letting his ample coffee colored cock sink into my mouth, his balls resting on my forehead, my nose pressed up against the base of his sweaty shaft. He took his time, slowly pushing himself in and pulling out of me, each motion making him harden more. Finally he was so rigid he had to pull my head back off the table some more and bend it backwards to allow his stiff cock to push down into my inner throat. I struggled to accept the invader and breath. Master Manuel picked up the pace, shoving in and out, deep throating me as someone else---I couldn't see who---played with my tits...gently first, then harder then hardest. Another of the Masters in the room started using some kind of lash on my balls, and the tight white undies just made it easier for him to know where they were! The pummling was gentle at the start, but soon was harsher, the blows coming in time with Master Manuel's strokes. With each stroke there was a burning slash across the balls, increasing in impact and in frequency...whoever had my tits did the same, working the tender red nubs in time with the others. I had drained my cock twice just a half-hour ago, yet I still got hard! I could swear there was an orgasm building up in me, some kind of a record.

Suddenly I felt my legs being untied and lifted up in the air...Master Trooper was standing above me, behind Master Manuel, holding my legs bent back over my head, opening my ass for another of the Masters..Mark? Sir? My underwear were pulled down, exposing my hole, the bottom of the dark black arrow visible, As soon as his cock entered me I knew...my original Master was breeding me, and like the others there seemed to be timing involved, like some erotic five-part machine that was working my body over in a choreographed sequence that repeated itself over and over and over..and then I came again! Without touching myself, I squirted onto my own chin and onto Master Manuel's cock, providing lube for the mouth fucking he was giving me. There wasn't a lot of jizz, but it was massively exciting! Even after that I stayed hard!

As if my own orgasm was a signal, I felt all of them increase their pace, Manuel deep into my throat, Mark slamming into my prostate, Sir, I presumed, working my balls and jerking his own tool, and Master Trooper working the clamps grabbing my now very sore tits, sliding his big fist over his huge black meat. They came within seconds of one another, filling my mouth and ass, sliming my chest and crotch, each of them moaning in their own particular way...it was truly an joint orgasm for the ages! As they moved away from the table, grabbing places to sit and recover, I spotted the video cameras, two of them, offering a perfect view of me being used. Where would that video be showing? I wondered, as I continued to swallow and absorb my Masters' juices. My legs were reattached to the table and my white undies pulled back up over my well-used parts.

A half hour or so passed, and I was vaguely aware of my Masters in my (their) kitchen. It was early still, and soon Master Mark was releasing me from my bondage and ordering me to make breakfast for them. Other than the now-stained white briefs, I was nude, of course, but he had supplied the other Masters with markers, and as I moved about the kitchen they wrote comments and names on me. "Cocksucker" was the biggest, written in large letters between my tits. I was "white fuck hole" to Trooper Master and "trash boi" to Sir and "slime depository" to Master Manual. Master Mark didn't need to write on me. My "Slave Hole" tattoo was his permanent marker.

When I had eggs and bacon and toast ready for them all, Master mark simply pointed to below the table an I knew my chore. For the next half hour I moved from one master to the next, sucking and licking their tools. Twice a Master grabbed my head and held it still as he emptied his bladder into me. There was a lot of laughter from up top as the Masters in my life enjoyed themselves. Several times a Master would force a dirty foot into my mouth, allowing me to lick it clean. I made sure I licked carefully between each of his toes, sucking on them as if they were little cocks.

Eventually they moved off to the living room and I could hear some of them leaving. They had jobs, after all, while I was on training duty all day with Master Mark. Eventually I was left alone under the table, my face speared with cum and piss Hard still! And hungry too, since I had not eaten.

"Get the fuck out from under that table slut...this kitchen is a mess! Get it cleaned up fast...here, eat this without using your hands!" he ordered, pushing a plate with scraps from the Masters' plates toward me on the floor. "And when you finish, get your worthless ass into the living room where I'll be waiting!" came Master Mark's orders.

I obeyed, of course, and quickly eating the leftovers of egg and toast, getting my face smeared in the process, I cleaned the kitchen and presented myself to Master Mark as he sat in his (my) favorite chair. Despite my earlier orgasms, my cock was still sticking out in front of me and that was the start of my training.

"You are NOT to have erections unless I approve them!" he shouted as he used a ruler on my cock to force it soft. At first I worried that I would find the abuse a turn on, but soon it was so painful my hard cock was reduced to a little boy prick, barely visible. My balls drew back up instinctively. My training with multiple Masters was over. Not it was time to learn how to be the best I could for Master Mark, the man who controlled and owned me now.

"Come with me shitbrains," he ordered. I scampered after him to the bathroom. Master took off the jock he had been wearing and put it on top of my head as a kind of pervert hat. He took some pictures and the gathered shaving equipment. I wondered about that, since I had already cleaned my body earlier, but he wet his own face down with hot water and shaving cream, snapping his fingers to indicate I was to take a kneeling position behind him.

"Lick boi! And be good at it, I wanna feel that tongue deep in my shithole!"

Soon I was in him, stretching my tongue as deep as I could, tasting him and not turned off, wanting to being him pleasure whenever I could. I plunged in and out, licking his ass and his hole as he, the only real man in the room, shaved. It certainly didn't matter to him, but my erection made it clear that I, the ass licker, was as turned on as he was.

"Good work bitch, and this is another lesson. I want you to be able to lick my ass out till your tongue is fucking raw! Whenever I come in here to shave, you are to be in position to keep me happy. Sometimes I'll just drop my drawers in the middle of the room...even with other people here, and snap my fingers. And you'll know what to do, right bitch?"

I answered him with an affirmative, but half of my face was buried deep between his cheeks and it was impossible to hear it.

"That's right, you get into asshole rimming position and do it well!. And does it matter whether I've showered or not?" he asked me. Again, my muffled reply. "That's right boi...you do it...like you do everything...for MY pleasure!" he commanded.

Master abruptly turned around, leaned down, and spat on my already wet face. I held my reddened, raw tongue out to catch his moist offering as it slid down from my nose and forehead.

His cock had softened just enough that it was now aiming somewhat downward at my chest. Without warning he started pissing, covering me and my now well stained white briefs. I loved the feel of his warm liquid marking me, and inhaled the aroma. What a sub bitch I am, I thought. And I was. As if to prove that fact, my cock erupted, spilling my seed into the insides of my briefs.

I was afraid that Master Mark was going to see me cumming all the time without using my hands and do something to prevent it. Or was I hoping he would do something to prevent it? Such a legs-in-the-air bitch boi!

My training day was only a few hours over. I had lots more to learn.


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