I was led through the house to a section I hadn't seen. In the center of the room was a glass enclosed shower. Sir led me in, then left and closed the door. I leaned against the side of the shower. I opened my eyes and saw that the men had followed us into the room and were gathered around the shower.
Evidently the show wasn't over yet. Oh, fuck, I thought to myself. Then the freezing water hit me.
I gasped and then fought back the exclamation that I wanted to escape. There was no escaping the powerful stream and I was almost instantly shivering. Moments before, I had been hot and sweaty, but now I knew my dick had shriveled up and my balls had tightened up.
Over the pounding water I heard laughter and knew again that I was on display and humiliated. I kept my eyes closed.
I stood with my arms wrapped across my chest, waiting for what came next.
Either the water warmed a bit or I became used to it. Then I felt a stiff brush being applied to my backside. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see George using a long handled stiff bristled brush on me. Even when he didn't apply pressure, I felt it scraping my skin. Evidently he had instructions from Sir, because he continued on with his work despite the look on my face and my reactions.
He ran the brush between my legs and I had to spread them apart. He scrubbed along my crack and down my legs. He had already done my back, shoulders and butt.
When he reached my feet, he pushed on my leg indicating I should turn around. I did and he started at my feet and scrubbed up my legs. At my crotch, he got one swipe across before I pulled back from the rough brush. Once again I heard laughter. I blushed.
He moved on and covered my stomach and chest with the brush and then worked on my arms.
I saw he was going to go for my head, so I leaned forward and presented my head. The bristles once again bit into my skin.
When he finished, he put down the brush and picked up a large sponge. Judging by its odd shape and tan color, I assumed it was a true sponge.
He used it on my crotch, and I felt the silica spines as he cleaned my crotch and balls. He motioned for me to turn around and pushed me to bend over. When I did, he ran the sponge along my crack a couple of times.
When he finished, he set down the sponge, picked up the brush and handed it to me. He then turned and presented his back.
He was shivering as I began scrubbing him. From his reaction, I could tell that I was being too rough, so I lightened up.
I scrubbed him as he had done me, but, when he turned around so I could do the front, I saw that he was boned up. He had been holding his hands over it, and when I went to do his arms he had to let go. His dick pointed nearly to the ceiling, and there was laughter again.
He blushed.
I used the sponge on him and found myself enjoying rubbing his crotch, balls and then ass.
When I was finished, the water was turned off.
The door was opened and we stepped out.
A towel was tossed to George. "Use it to dry him and then he will dry you, boy." Sir said.
I stood there and George approached. When he started with the towel, I found that it, too, had a very rough texture. But the roughness seemed to warm me up as he bent to the task of drying me.
I was thoroughly pink from the scrubbing and the drying when he finished, and my dick was filling out from his work on my crotch; the humiliation of being on display; and being watched as if I was some pet or ... slave. The latter gave me pause. That is definitely what I was.
I took the towel from George and dried him off. He looked around the room once while I was doing this. His eyes welled up. I whispered, "Are you okay?"
He gave the smallest of nods. I used the towel to wipe his face and to clear his eyes.
When I was done, he was just as pink as I was. His cock had risen as well.
A bucket was then placed in front of us and it didn't take much for me to figure out what it was for. I didn't know if I could do this.
I had to close my eyes and try to block out the fact that I was standing in front of a group of men who were watching me intently. The room was still and quiet -- not a sound. That helped me a bit, and I took myself to a stream in the forest and, after a bit, I could start pissing.
When it hit the bucket, the sound was loud in the silent room. I managed to get a good stream going and it sounded like a waterfall filling the bucket.
A moment or so later, I heard another stream join mine, and knew that George was going as well. I opened my eyes then and saw him pissing. Then I glanced up and saw the men watching us intently. I lowered my head as Sir's form came into view.
When we finished, several men stepped forward and, without a hesitation, began to piss in the bucket as well. Soon, the room was redolent with the smell. I couldn't believe how much these guys added to the bucket.
When they finished, someone produced a dipper. Something I had only seen pictures of, but they dipped it into the bucket and then held it up to me. "Don't get a drop on your clean body, boy," I heard Sir say.
I took the dipper and felt the warmth of the contents as I brought it up towards my face. The smell was even more powerful now. I closed my eyes and lifted it to my lips. I took a swallow and almost gagged. There was some chuckling, but I got no reprieve. I took another swallow, trying to take more. I felt shame wash over me, and my ears get warm.
I decided to just do it. I drank down in big gulps trying to get it done. When I finished, I gasped for air. I hadn't taken a breath during the process, not wanting to get anymore of the smell.
My mouth tasted terrible, but I was done. I hoped I would only have to do one dipper, but I had no idea if that was true or not.
The dipper was taken from me and I opened my eyes and watched as it was filled again, dreading that it would be handed back to me.
Instead, it was handed to George. His hands trembled as he took it. He looked around and, as the saying goes, he looked like the deer caught in the headlamps, not knowing what to do. A tear rolled down his face and his face flushed red.
He took a sip and gagged. "Drink it, boy," someone said.
His hand shook as he raised it to his lips again. He squeezed his eyes shut, causing another drop to thread its way along his cheek. He held his nose with one hand and used the other the other to lift the dipper to his mouth, swallowing. There was laughter at that. But he finished the dipper, then coughed and held his hand over his mouth.
"If it comes back up, boy, you will be drinking it all, plus what comes out of your mouth," a stern voice said. It wasn't Sir, but I couldn't tell who had said it.
George's shoulders shook. I couldn't tell if he was crying or fighting off puking. He had his hand on his stomach.
Finally, I saw his Adam's apple bob a couple of times and then he nodded his head to indicate he had it under control.
Someone else said, "Good boy."
He wiped his eyes and kept them looking at the floor.
"I'll take that boy for training," another man spoke up.
George looked up quickly, but couldn't see who had spoken. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. I saw him tremble again and look around as if he was looking for a way out.
"Tomorrow, after I have talked with him, he might be up for grabs," Sir said, and again George reacted as if he had been shocked with an electric current. He jerked a bit, and looked at Sir with his mouth open and eyes wide.
"Tonight, he is just a guest and I still have things planned for him," Sir spoke with an ominous voice. I wondered what was planned.
I felt completely drained. I didn't know if I could stand much longer. I didn't know how long I had been down here or how many times I had come or, for that matter, how many guys had fucked me and how many I had sucked.
Just then, my stomach gave out a mighty growl that everyone must have heard. I think my empty stomach and the piss were fighting. I held my stomach as some of the guys laughed.
I heard some noise and movement. Then I saw a bowl of something being placed on the floor in front of me and another in front of George.
"Eat, boy," Sir said to me. Then he gave George the same instruction.
Fighting the heat that suffused my ears, I knelt on the cement floor and put my head to the bowl. It was a large dog bowl, but what was in it was warm and tasted like some sort of hamburger helper. There was meat and vegetables, plus some cheese and pasta.
The smell made my mouth water and that made me want to get the taste of piss out of my mouth as well. I took a tentative bite and found it tasted wonderful. Whether it was because I was starving or because it was good, I went back and began to eat eagerly.
I saw George out of the corner of my eye, doing likewise but at a bit slower pace.
I heard laughter and comments from the men around me about being a good dog and being trained well. Other's made derogatory comments that were humiliating to me, "How low can a guy go? Eating out of a dog bowl on all fours; it's disgusting!"
It began to dawn on me then that some of these comments were probably being said only to humiliate me. Nevertheless, they worked on me, because my dick swelled and my ears turned pink.
I finished up the food quickly, because I was ravenous. I caught myself licking the bowl, and stopped. I sat back on my haunches and waited for more instructions.
I saw George still with his head in the bowl. His whole face was red, and tears streamed down his face. I could tell he was fighting swallowing around the emotion that was stuck in his throat. I knew what it felt like.
That made me think about him; here he was - this guy that I didn't know yesterday. And here he was being treated like a slave. What must be going through his head? Something like "what did I get myself into?" and "am I ever going to get out of this?" and "Oh, this is so fucking mind blowing!"
I could see that he was still hard as he knelt and finished his food.
When he was finished, Sir said, "Stand up, boys."
I stood up, and George did as well. I looked at George. He looked shell shocked.
"That's it for the evening gentlemen," Sir stated.
The guys filed past us and, as they did, they touched us, boldly and intimately. Hands touched my nipples and tweaked them. Others grabbed, tweaked, or rubbed my dick and balls. My ass was also pinched and slapped. Hands seemed to be everywhere on my body at once.
The sensations were overwhelming. I had never felt so many hands at one time, and my brain was on overload trying to process it. I had to close my eyes to eliminate that input. I swear it felt like 100 men were molesting my body.
When it stopped, I staggered back and had to catch my balance. It was like all of those hands had been holding me up. I turned to see the last of them exit the room.
I lowered my gaze to the floor in front of me. Several minutes passed before Sir spoke.
That gave me time to think about George again. I know that when the fog clears and reality kicks in things can seem pretty strange. And this was a lot to assimilate.
He had first seen me this afternoon in a men's room and now he was taking instructions from Sir, and had been through a very complex and trying situation.
I saw him try to regain his balance as well. He put his arms out to steady himself. I guess he had been through the same kind of touching sensations that had overwhelmed me.
I saw Sir step towards George. He put his hand out and took hold of George's arm. He squeezed his arm and said, "Well, did you get your questions answered?"
"I, ah, I, ah, mean, I am..." George stammered.
Sir reached out and took the other arm as well. He gripped both arms tightly and said, "George, focus, and listen to me." He said it with force.
George jerked a bit in his arms, and Sir said, "I know that you have been through a lot. In fact, a tremendous amount. I tried to let you experience something I thought you wanted. Did I push you too far? Did I make you do too much?"
George crumpled into Sir and fell against him. Sir held onto him and George cried. This was such a different side of Sir. I had never seen him be so concerned and tender. Well, maybe I had, but this was towards someone else.
He had always treated me as his. He tested me and stretched me. But it was quite apparent that I was his and he knew that. He had put me into a contract, one that I had agreed to; one that had changed my life in ways I couldn't have imagined. And I was sure, especially after tonight, that there were more changes coming.
George reached up and wiped his face. Snot was running down his face. Then he wiped his nose, and Sir reached out and brought a hand towel out for him. Again, I was touched by Sir's thoughtfulness.
When George had it together, Sir said again, "George, did you get your questions answered?"
He nodded and then said, "Yes, Sir."
"And.." prompted Sir.
"I'm scared," he said in a quiet voice.
"Why is that?" Sir said, but I had the feeling he knew the answer already.
"Because I liked it," he said even more quietly.
Sir didn't say anything then for a moment or two. Then "And .."
George took a deep breath and said, "I am afraid, but I," he paused, swallowed, and then continued, while looking at the ground; "I would like to be a boy. Your boy." The last was added almost in a whisper.
"I thought you might, judging by your reactions tonight." Again a pause, "But I can't take another boy right now. I have one. But I can arrange for you to be given to a man who can use you and train you."
I saw George sag a bitm and Sir responded to it. "You don't have to make a decision tonight. In fact, for you, you need to really understand what it means. I don't know you like I do my boy, so there are many things that need to be discussed before anyone could accept you as their boy."
He took George by the arms again and pulled him up. "Why don't you spend the night with us, and in the morning we can talk some. I don't think it is wise right now for you to drive or to be alone." He paused, as if deciding to continue or not.
"Sometimes, when a man has been through what you have tonight, they have a hard time looking reality in the face. They wonder if there was something wrong with them for allowing themselves to be treated this way. All kinds of thoughts run through their heads, and not always constructive ones."
Was he saying that guys have thought about or attempted suicide as a result of this? I could imagine it. Allowing yourself to be degraded, doing the things you had done, or having them done to you, and then wonder how could I do that? It could get a bit overwhelming.
"I think you boys are tired, both physically and mentally. Let's get you boys outside, and then upstairs."
He led us back upstairs and through the house. I saw George's ears redden as we passed Mrs. H. He led us outside and I knew this was my chance, but realized I had been cleaned out and didn't have to go, so I just peed.
"This is your time to go. If you don't go now, you will not be let out again until the morning. You really shouldn't have much in you after this evening, but I wanted to make sure."
He paused, letting George think about it. "By the way, that bucket of urine that was created tonight went home with one of the men. He paid quite a bit for it. Just wanted you to know that we don't waste much around here."
I was a bit shocked by that statement. What was the guy going to do with it?
George looked around, trying to figure out if anyone could see him outside naked. He looked over his shoulder at the windows on this side of the house. He shook his head, and Sir said, "Okay, inside you go."
He took us back through the house and to his room. He brought out a couple more blankets and made a place in the corner for us. But first, he had me remove his t-shirt, shorts, and jock that he had managed to get back on while we showered. When I removed his shoes and socks, he had me lick his feet clean, focusing on the area between each toe, and sucking his big toe.
His heady masculine musky smell pervaded his feet. I was lost in a sexual lust again that the smell caused in me.
When I was done, he told us to lie down in the corner. We had blankets to lay on and to cover ourselves with.
George was down and curled up into a ball almost immediately. I felt concerned for him, and I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him.
He snuggled back into me. It was so strange to snuggle up like this to a naked man, but I enjoyed the warmth of his body, and my cock wedged along his crack.
We listened to Sir in the bathroom, using the toilet and the sink. As he walked past us, I could see he was naked, as he usually was for bed. And I followed first his dick, and then his ass, as long as I could, reveling in the sight.
Then he clicked off the bathroom light, went to his bed, pulled back the covers and climbed in.
He switched off the lights and we were left in the dark listening to each other's breathing.
After a bit, I heard Sir's breathing modulate into a deeper rhythm, and then he began to softly snore.
George turned to me then and said, "Are you awake?" in a whisper.
"Yes," I whispered back.
"Can I talk to you?" he paused, and then added, "Or will we wake him up? Or should we go outside the room and close the door?"
I started to answer when I heard, "You cannot leave, but you may whisper there in your corner. I don't mind," Sir said in a sleepy voice. Wow, he must be a light sleeper.
"Sorry," George whispered.
"'Sokay," I whispered back.
He waited a bit and then said, "Should I do this?"
I started to answer quickly, but then hesitated. I said, "Only you can answer that."
"What would I have to do?"
"In my case, I had to give up everything for one year. I can have no contact with anyone, no clothes, no car, no money, nothing, and I do whatever he says."
I heard him swallow, so I asked, "Is that something you can do?"
He thought for a bit and then said, "I don't know. I don't have much family, and very few friends. I hate my job. But to do this...I don't know."
He was quiet for a bit and then said, "What if this other guy he gives me to is mean and beats me or even," he paused again and said even more quietly, "kills me?"
"I would talk to Sir about that. He seems to know these guys pretty well, from the little I have seen. And everyone seems to respect him and look up to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't trained some of the men that were here tonight."
"And what about this woman in the house? Doesn't that embarrass the hell out of you to have her see you naked and doing these things?"
I thought for a moment. "Yes, it does, but I think the humiliation plays on me and has an effect on me." That was difficult to admit, but I realized that it was true.
He shook his head. I reached down a bit, and realized he was hard again. I smiled; he was getting turned on by the whole thing.
"And what about the piercing, shaving, and tattoos? Does that bother you? I mean the tattoos are permanent." He whispered urgently.
I chuckled into his neck. "I really didn't have any choice. And it isn't like it says, slut' or cocksucker' or something." But that made me wonder that if Sir wanted it, would I have any say in something like that? Was he listening to what I said? Was I giving him ideas?
I felt George shiver, and I wondered if the thought of being tattooed or having something like that tattooed on him was the cause.
"And do you have to keep yourself shaved?"
"Yes," I said. "It is something I must maintain." Then I told him the story of being taken into the shop the first day, stripped, and shaved in front of those guys and that boy.
I felt him shiver again, but his cock in my hand swelled. This was really getting to him.
So I told him about the tattoo place and the piercing. He asked questions about what it felt like, and how I reacted to being stripped naked and put on display.
He then asked about the scene he saw in the diner, and how I could do that in a public place. That made me cringe, but my own cock was swelling in his crack.
I talked about the humiliation and degradation. Talking about it helped. Then I told him about the times in the van, the policeman, the drive-through, and all.
He was getting hyper in his breathing and his questions. He couldn't finish with a question or a statement before he asked or said something else. I noticed that he was thrusting into my hand.
His breathing became ragged, and he was whimpering as he thrust into my hand. He stopped asking questions or commenting. I think it was swirling around in his mind, and he was envisioning himself in this kind of life, and it was driving him wild.
If Sir had asked him the question at that moment, there would have been no question what the answer would have been.
He was breathing through his teeth, and I felt him stretch out and tense up.
"Faster, please," he whispered urgently.
I used my hand then and helped him. He moaned and took my other hand and put it over his mouth. He was breathing ragged through my fingers, groaning, and pumping away on my hand.
I squeezed tightly and rubbed my own cock along his crack. I heard him gasp and knew that he was there, and felt my hand being filled with warm cum. He pumped several times, and then held still. I squeezed his dick hard, and he shuddered and went completely limp.
"I hope you boys are done now, so we can all get some sleep," Sir said.
I chuckled to myself, and thought he had been very patient with us tonight. What did that say about his thoughts on George?
I felt George shaking again and thought, at first, that he was laughing, but then I realized he was sobbing.
I held him tightly, and finally he calmed down. He swiveled around and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me quickly on the mouth and whispered, "Thank you for being there for me."
He turned back around and pushed back into my hard cock. Then he was still. I imagined that everything, including the last action, was tumbling through his mind, and I knew from my experiences that he was going to have a troubled night.
Then it was my turn to review the events of the last few hours, and my heart raced as I realized all that had happened and what I had done in front of all those guys.
I pumped my cock up and down his crack a couple more times and then sighed. I was exhausted. I shut my eyes and was gone.
At one point in the night, I was dreaming of being beaten with whips and being pummeled. Then I woke, and realized that George was thrashing in his sleep next to me.
I gripped him tightly until he stopped. I heard him whisper, "Please, more, please, Sir." Then he was still.
I thought for a moment that he had passed out, but he moved to adjust his position. I closed my eyes and was out again.
I dreamed I was on my knees and working my way down an endless line of men, sucking them off and being filled with cum. I sighed and looked for the next cock.
Apologies for the delay. Thanks again to my editor, Jere, and to all of you that write with comments, suggestions and pictures -- always appreciated and answered -- harryrod575@yahoo.com
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