I whispered to him, "Relax. You'll do fine!" Why I was assuring him, I had no idea. I felt the now familiar pressure on my hole. I pushed out to allow him entrance. I heard him moan as he began to slide in. Once he was in, I clamped down on his dick.
I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling, which for a moment washed out the jeers and catcalls.
Then I mentally shook my head and thought, 'This is going to be a long night!'
It was mostly the humiliation epitaphs that they yelled at me while these guys fucked me that got to me most. There wasn't much I wasn't call -- faggot, cocksucker, and how could a MAN allow himself to be fucked like a girl, a cunt! And on and on.
The guys mostly feel into two categories. Those like the first that were almost apologetic they were doing it to me (but enjoying it none the less). And those that treated me like a piece of shit; slapping my ass and pounding my ass like they never would do a woman. As if they were trying to make it hurt. Sort of like, they shouldn't enjoy this because they were a man, so they were going to punish me for making them feel so damn good!
And then there were two guys that just couldn't do it. I don't think it was because I was a guy, but that is the excuse they used, but I think they just couldn't get it up because of pressure of being watched, expected to perform or embarrassed that a fellow frat would see them enjoying a guy when all the time that's what they really wanted!
But that was just me trying to fill my mind with something other than the abuse and demeaning phrases and the fact that I was naked and being fucked in front of this gang of frat guys. The cage on my cock added to my shame as my dick continued to try and swell within it from the constant stimulation of my prostate.
I couldn't help myself, I enjoyed many of the sessions. The sensations were just too much in my ass, along with the humiliation and exhibitionism. I was beginning to realize that Sir had correctly identified that streak in my nature. So I moaned and acted like the slut they were making me.
About half way through, I did escape into my thoughts as the torment continued on my ass. The bigger dicks always got my attention as they might cause a twinge of pain. I was getting so much cum in my ass that I knew it was easy for the majority to slide right in.
I began to try and look back over my time in Sir's house before he had offered me the job. I tried to picture my actions. I remembered being deferential to the fellow residents; moving out of the way if they were coming through a door that I had opened, or wanting to use the laundry when I was using it. I would always let them have the washer, including removing my wet stuff and waiting until they were finished.
And I did remember one time walking in on a guy in the laundry room in his boxers. I was embarrassed and then wondered about it afterwards what he was doing in just his boxers.
I was jerked out of my revere by some guy slapping my ass really hard and trying to stick a pole up my ass. I gasped and he laughed wickedly. "Fucking pussy. Take my fuck stick up your cunt!" he said as he rammed it all the way home.
I knew that all of these guys were pledging and I wondered what they would be like once they had joined. They were definitely going to be hell raisers and try to put every person in their place.
"Fucking cunt has a cage on his dick! What a pussy!" he said as he rode me hard. With each thrust I could feel his balls slapping against mine.
I was gasping, groaning and moaning all at the same time. He was hurting me, but he was also driving me crazy as he pistoned my hole. He was finding areas that hadn't become desensitized.
He laughed, put his hands on my shoulders so he would have a better grasp to pull me back onto his pounding cock.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Look pussy, if you are lucky, you will be assigned to my room permanently and I will make sure that you won't be able to walk for a week!"
He lasted longer than some of the others. He might have taken the full 5 minutes, but like the others he pulled his dick free, let out a lud grunt and let the cum shoot across my back. Then he slammed back into my hole working his dick even deeper into my ass.
I think a couple of guys would have faked their orgasms if they didn't have to pull out to prove they had cum. I worked my ass on some more than others so they could get off.
My back was now coated with cum and it was dripping off my sides and onto the leather. My nose was filled with the bleachy smell of cum.
With some part of my mind, I wanted to taste the combined pool of cum on my back.
Then Thomas was telling me that was it. But he kept me still and as if reading my mind, used a scraper to scoop up some of the cum. He brought it around to my face and told me to open up. I did and he poured the combined cum into my mouth. The salty taste was intense and so many other hints of other things.
The guy's all did some version of "yuke" or "how could a man..." I went red as I swirled my tongue around me mouth tasting all of it.
Thomas didn't allow me to clean myself up. He escorted me over to a box, pushed me inside and began closing it up. There was a low stool there and each side of the box had holes 3 or 4 inches in diameter in them. Each was at a different height above the ground. I realized the box was recessed into the ground a bit, to make me while sitting on the stool to be at the right height to suck a dick through the hole.
"You are now confined to the box. Any guy that wants to get off will stick his dick in one of the holes. You can jerk him off or suck him off, but you must get dick to cum. When the party is over, you will be released and sent home."
He leaned in, "This is a tradition that the guys talk about year after year. So it is very important to us and therefore to your master. He asks for an evaluation each year after the `box boy' has performed.
He patted me on the should before closing up the top of the box, "I have to say, I don't know how he gets you guys to do this, but you were one hot fuck for the guy's up there. Many have commented how what a hot pussy you have!" He hadn't said it maliciously, but it still stung as he sealed me in the box.
There was a round of laughter and then a dick was stuck through the hole in front of my face. It wasn't hard, but I figured it would be as soon as I started working on it. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to engulf the head of his cock.
Just then my mouth was flooded with a hot stream of piss! There was a loud roar of laughter as he continued to drench me with his piss. "Drink it all, you bitch!" he yelled.
I coughed because he had caught me so off guard. I had to close my eyes to keep the piss from burning them.
Once the gushed died down, he flipped his dick around inside the box. "Here pussy, pussy, pussy!" he called. I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned and I began my work. I wondered if being in the box made it more anonymous for the guys and they didn't have to think that it was a guy servicing them.
Cocks appeared at the other holes and I had to reach out to take them in my hands. I began pumping them. I head knocking behind me. I removed my mouth from the dick and looked over my shoulder. There was another dick there! How the fuck was I supposed to take care of that one as well?
I stood up so my back was along the roof of the box and presented my ass to that hole. It was soon speared and a four way session was underway.
And so it went for the night. I was pissed on, cum on and in. It began to stink inside the box. I had no concept of time in there, all I knew was I had to service these dicks.
At one point my mind must have lost its grip on reality because I thought there were 10 or 20 dicks poking through holes ready for me to service them. Shortly after that there was a lull and I tried to gather my wits about myself.
I got to feeling really low then, like what had I become that I would allow myself to do this. What did these guys think of me? Was I really nothing more than a pussy for any man that Sir wanted to give me to?
Sometimes Sir seemed so concerned about my well being and other times, like this it was `use him, he is just a toy that I keep around for fun.' I sank down on my stool in despair. Cum was dripping out of my ass and it coated most of my skin. It would be washed off with a blast of piss only to be replaced moments later by more.
At some point my mind completely separated from my body and I just became a servicing machine. I felt no pleasure, no joy, no distain, no nothing, just get `er done! My mouth ached and my arms were sore. My hole seemed to be gaping open. It hurt to sit down on the stool.
That hurt brought back despair and I wanted to just sink down there in the box and die. I couldn't imagine any degradation lower than what had just occurred.
The more beer the guy's drank the more piss was shot into the box and the roughed they became. Abuse rained down on me, some of which I was conscious of and other's that I didn't seem to hear.
It began to quiet down and finally the latches were undone and I was free to go. But I found I couldn't stand. Thomas laughed and said, "That happens a lot with you guys. I don't know how you can walk for a week after all that abuse of your ass." He rubbed my ass with his hand. I felt him spreading cum around on my ass.
"You are one fucking mess!" he smacked me on the ass then and followed it with, "I should sell you off to the sperm bank and make a fortune!"
He helped me up stairs and to the front door. He opened the door and said, "You'll get a good report from me. You were one of the best we have had since I have been here!"
My heart swelled and I felt proud for an instant that I was going to make Sir proud of me. I heard the door close then. I started down the steps, holding on to the handrail. That is when I realized that I was naked!
I had no clue about what time it was, but I did know where the house was and I figured not many people could be up at this time of day. So I began to gingerly walk down the sidewalk to the house. It took me a while to walk the short distance to the house. I was unsteady on my feet and my ass and hamstrings hurt like hell.
I could see the house just ahead, when a car's headlight hit me full on. There was no way I could run and hide. I closed my eyes and kept walking. The car honked and I heard a "Fucking faggot!" yell from the car.
I got to the house and discovered that the front door was locked. I thought about ringing the bell, but didn't want to wake Sir. He might punish me. So I worked my way around the side of the house. I made it up onto the back porch. That door was locked as well.
I saw a pile of towels, or blankets or something on the porch. I crawled into them, pulling them over my body. Then I cried myself to sleep as I thought of how miserable my life was and how low I had sunk.
The next morning, Mrs. H. woke me with a swift kick to my naked ass. "Get your ass off my porch. Get in there and get a shower. You stink! Do you want him to see you like this? Or to smell you like this?" Her eyes flashed at me, but I thought there was a bit of warmth there. "And you have only 15 minutes before I serve breakfast. So get your ass in gear!"
She let the screen door slam. I got up and immediately felt how sore and stiff I was. I did smell ripe and cum was crusted all over me. I tried to straighten up and stretch. Then I hurried through her kitchen and downstairs to the shower.
The water felt wonderful, I could have stayed there for hours. I got out though and quickly dried. I had no clothes to put on and realized that I didn't wear them in the house. It was still sinking in to my mind where and what I was.
I went upstairs. I sat in my kids chair at the low table. Mrs. H gave me a humpf as she said down my breakfast. It was a plated of scrambled eggs, toast with jam, bacon, hash browns and even a mug of coffee. I couldn't remember the last time I had coffee.
I looked up to smile at her, but just turned and left, but I thought I saw a hint of a smile on her face.
Just as I was finishing up my breakfast., and licking clean my fingers, Sir came in. Since I was not allowed utensils or a napkin, I felt greasy and unkept when he arrived. I moved to kneel at his feet in the correct position totally aware that Mrs. H was there to see what I was doing. A wash of shame hit me, but then dissipated.
"Boy, I have received a good report on you for last night's activities. Your actions reflect directly about me, so this is good that you performed well." He hadn't said he was proud of me, but that's the way I took it. I sat a bit straight and pushed out my chest.
"Go to the fitness room this morning. I am sure you are stiff and sore. You have to be ready for this evening. So get down there and get started." He dismissed me and waited until I stood and left before leaving himself.
I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to get a break in my workouts. I didn't know if I would be able to do any of the routines today, as stiff as I was. I walked to the fitness room with my shoulders slumping and feeling dejected.
When I got there the trainer told me to come over near him. He opened a panel along one side of the room and there was a big stainless steel tub. He pushed a button and the surface began to bubble. "Come over here," he said, pointing to the floor in front of him.
I moved to the indicated spot, sure that in some way I was going to have to service him. He grabbed my caged cock and roughly pulled it this way and that as he unlocked it and then removed it. It was like a breath of fresh air to not have it constrained.
He told me to climb up the steps and then into the tub. I got in and it was so warm! And the jets were great. It felt so relaxing. I sat down and was up to my neck in the hot water. He added some salts to the water and it began to smell like pine and cedar. It was very relaxing.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. He slide a folded towel behind my neck. My whole body seemed to melt and I relaxed. Wow, what a treat! This was so amazing. I was sure I would have to pay for this in some way.
I went off to someplace in the forest, smelling the pine trees, feeling the wind, hearing the birds and the babble of a brook. I walked among the granite and trees and just relaxed.
"Okay, you can get out now," he told me. I didn't know how long I had been in the tub. He held a soft large towel out that enveloped me when he wrapped it around me. "Dry yourself," he instructed.
When I finished, I heard, "Now, come over here." I turned and saw him by a table. I went to him as directed and he told me to lie face down on the table and put my head in this circle thing. Once I was in position, he placed a hand on my back and rubbed along my spine. Then I felt warm lotion or oil being spread over my shoulders and back.
He worked on my back and shoulders and then arms and hands. I noticed when he did my hands that he was naked as his dick bumped into me as he reached for an arm or a hand. I reached out and took it as I felt I was expected to service him while I was there. "No, this is for you. Sir thought you would appreciate it if I was naked as you were. He thought you might enjoy looking or feeling my skin as I worked on you."
He brushed his dick along the length of my arm as he reach up to my shoulders. I shivered. I couldn't see anything, but the sensation was pleasant.
He worked my butt every which way, pushing deeply into my muscles. He also worked into my crack and spread something over my sore hole. It felt so cooling and wonderful that I sighed. "Yes, it is a bit swollen here," he pressed against the ring of my asshole. I sighed again.
He then worked the back of my thighs and into the inside of my thighs. My body was open to him to touch in any way he wished. He rubbed up and down the inner thigh and then got the area behind my balls and I pushed into the table because it felt so good. I could feel my hardness as I pushed against the table.
He worked my legs, moving them this way and that -- stretching and pulling. Each toe was massaged. And as he worked on foot the other rested against his cock. I felt the heat of it and wondered what he thought of Sir and this house.
I noticed that he never let the contact with me break. One hand or the other was always touching me. He had me roll over and I got a glimpse of his wonderfully sculpted body, a gymnast's body. He had just a dusting of blond hair around his crotch and I couldn't see any at his armpits. Of course, I knew he had seen me with a hard on before but it still got to me that someone else would see me that way.
He moved around and started at my head, rubbing my temples and jaws to relax them. It was then that I realized again why my jaw was so sore. While he did this his dick rested against my head. I felt its warmth.
He then began to massage me from head to toes. Every touch and every push of muscles became very sensual. He completely bypassed my dick on the way down, but as he massaged my inner thighs, his hands would brush against my balls. He opened my legs a bit wider and massaged all the way up behind my balls.
I bit my lips to hold back the groan. It was all becoming too much for me, I wanted to cum. All of last night's activities came back to my mind. I pictured the naked young men that had lined up to fuck me and all the dicks that had been fed to me while I was in the box.
It seemed the fog of lust was thickening around me. He moved up and touched my cock. I thought I would come then. He used his wonderful hands to take me oh so close to the edge and then he would stop and move to another area like my thighs or abs.
Then he would return to my dick and I would moan. Three times he brought me to the brink and left me there. On the fourth, he kept going and I gripped the table with my hands as I humped up into his hands as that wonderful rush wash over me. I groaned through clenched teeth as I shot rope after rope into the air.
He continued to work on my cock but it was too sensitive and I moaned and tried to pull away. He released my cock and used the cum covering my chest and stomach to finish his massages and he worked it into my skin.
I was drifting off as he finished up. He told me to roll over again onto my stomach. I did as he instructed and he put a warm soft light blanket over me. I turned my head to the side. He said, "Now, you just rest and relax here. I will be back for you later." The lights were already low and he left the soft new age music running. I smiled and opened my eyes as he left. That is when I noticed the tattoo on his ass. It was the same one I had! Had he been one of Sir's boys?
But the thought drifted away as I relaxed into the table even more. The warmth of the thin blanket and the release of stress and cumming all combined to totally relax me. I drifted off to sleep in complete bliss.
"Okay, wake up, boy," I heard and was gently shaken. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. I wiped the droll off of the side of my face and look and saw the fitness guy standing there. He was now dressed in his workout clothes.
I stretched my arms over my head as I sat up. "Okay we are going to do some stretches now and get some of the kinks out. Then you are going to get ready for your evening out."
I got off the table and he put me through some stretches, which did help. I thought I might as well ask. "So were you one of the boys?"
He smiled (the first time I had seen him smile) and said, "yes, two years ago I finished my year."
"Why?" I asked.
"That is a long story." He smiled again. "Okay, I can tell you some of it while we stretch."
He worked on my legs while he talked. "I lived here for a couple of months before he offered me the position."
"How did he know you would say yes?" I asked. "Or what made him pick you? Or for that matter, me?"
He smiled again. "Just like you, he watched every move I made, how I handled people, the kind of sex I surfed, etc. And as far as you, you like this don't you? It turns you on?"
I could only nod.
"I'll tell you that he treats his boys very well even after your year of service." He changed his position and continued. "I have a very good job with a spa at this country club. Just working in the afternoons, keeps me living quite a nice life. I spend my mornings here. I have met a couple of men that I enjoy being with." He smiled again, "And one that I think that I might like to spend my life with. And I wouldn't have met him, if it hadn't been for Sir," he said with a bit of pride in his voice.
"One of the other boys is a lawyer in a huge law firm. Another is the CEO of this international company. The list is quite extensive. Now some just want to stay in the service and work for some of Sir's friends."
He had rubbed oil into my muscles and continued. "You are going to experience some amazing things in this year. The main thing you have to get through your head is that while some of these things are not going to make sense or going to push you beyond the limits you believe you can handle. But remember it is all part of you, what makes you and how to make you even better."
He was quiet for a moment and I started to ask something. "Yes, he gets pleasure out of it, but I think it is more than that. He likes to take lost boys and makes them into strong men."
He pushed a spot on my thigh and I nearly screamed it hurt so bad. "And yes, it is going to hurt some times, but it will only make you a better man."
He laughed and worked the pain out of my leg. Then he spanked me on the ass with a stinging slap. "Okay, get downstairs and get ready for this evening."
"What's happening this evening?" I asked at I sat up on the table.
He laughed, "Something that will really fuck with your mind!"
That sent chills up and down my spine. I went down stairs with great trepidation.
Sir, was there. He had stuff laid out on the table. "Put this on, boy."
I picked up the leather harness that he had laid out. "Get this on first," he said holding out the ring that would encircle my cock.
Getting one ball and my dick through was fine but getting the second one through was difficult. "Just push it through, boy!" he said gruffly. I pushed and it popped through with a great jolt of pain. I groaned and started to bend over with the pain.
"Stand up, boy and breath through it," he said clapping me on the back.
I took deep breaths through my constricted mouth and fought off the pain. I fumbled with the straps. He reached over and helped me. "You need to learn how to do this, boy."
He cinched the straps tightly. He applied the strap between my legs. I felt constricted as I tried to breath. My dick grew as he worked on the hooking the strap between my ass cheeks.
He smacked me on the ass and said, "Okay, it is time to go. You shouldn't eat this evening before this session."
That made me even more nervous. I followed him upstairs. He led me to the front door. He opened it and motioned for me to go out. I was practically naked and getting harder by the moment.
He led me out to the van. He made me stand outside while he fiddled with the keys. I tried not to look around to see if anyone was seeing me like this. Part of me was embarrassed and other part of me was proud to be standing out here for him like this.
He let me into the van and then started it up. He was quiet the entire drive. I wondered more about the other boys and how many there were.
He pulled up to a place that looked sort of like a bar. He stopped the car, got out, opened the van and told me to get out. I stepped out of the van. Several people were walking along the street. He didn't seem to care that they saw me this way.
"Ready?" he asked. I thought back to what the fitness guy had said, `this was really going to fuck with my mind." I didn't know if I was ready, but what choice did I have?
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