Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 14:22:09 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: HIS BITCH "Do you really uh you know, Monte and you I mean" Abe didn't know how to ask Clint. "Shhhh" Clint responded. "You mean you are what he said?" "What did Monte say?" "He said you were his buttboy" Abe Clint didn't answer. Abe was a close friend. They swam together on the relay team, shared many of their classes and had been neighbors since boyhood. "He said that?" Clint delayed answering. "Fuck man, I didn't know you were, uh you know" Abe said in a whisper. "Yea, I should have told ya" Clint said. "You're not uh into me are you?" Abe said. "Well, I've thought about it but uh you know we're friends" Clint said smiling as he nudged Abe's shoulder. He hoped his friend took it as a joke. But there were times he wouldn't have minded messing around. "Hell if I knew that, I could have saved jacking off and let you do it for me" Abe nudged back laughing. Clint wondered if he were. "Hey kid" Monte said suddenly appearing in front of them, He was naked and wet from the shower His towel hid his man meat. "Come on, I need someone to wash my back" His voice was commanding and loud. The locker room grew quiet. "Hey man you don't - " Abe started to interfere. "Fuck off this is between me and him" Monte stood with his hand on his hips, legs spread "Take the towel now" Clint grew bright red with embarassment. He could move away grabbing his clothing. He could tell the taller, butch, bully to fuck off so everyone in the room respected him. But he knew what would happen or not happen if he did. Clint knew that sooner or later it would come out. Monte had threatened him. But the midnight sessions had become addictive as his naked boy was treated to sensations he had only imagined. Monte took charge of him in a way that Clint never knew he wanted or needed. "Kneel and suck this boy" Monte had said that first time in the alley. They had gone there from inside the bar at teh bowling alley. "It's simple suck or get your face messed up bad" Clint wasn't sure if the older guy was serious about the beating or not. But he felt the reaction his cock had. "Shit" he said as Monte grabbed his head and pulled it to his erectikon that stuck out of his jeans. Clint gagged but licked, tasted and swallowed. "Take off that fucking jockstrap too" Monte ordered. Clint had the towel in his hand. He had taken the towel as ordered. The man he had learned to obey stood naked in front of him. He was being ordered to show everyone he was indeed Monte's buttboy. He could flip the towel at the crotch in front of him and run away a hero. But he was nearly naked and didn't know where he could run to. "OK Monte it's not funny any more, leave him alone" Abe said. "Boy! Now" Monte ignored Abe. The phone had rung that same night. Clint still tasted Monte's sperm in his mouth. After coming Monte walked away saying Clint needed more practice. Clint had jacked off at home despite feeling like he just lost a playground beating. "You know where 224 Maple is?" the deep voice said. "Yea who's this?" Clint responded in a whisper so his parents wouldn't hear. "You know who this is boy, from now on you call me Sir. Get over here" he hung up. Clint lay in the darkness worried about the phone call. He'd ignore it he figured. But he wondered what would happen if he did go to the address Monte had given him. Would there be others there to beat him up or worse to force him to suck dick? Clint's cock was rock hard. The idea of sneaking out of the house just because he was ordered to, to report to Monte, to do whatever he was told was hot as hell. He was outside before he realized it trotting in the hot summer night air wearing only his gym shorts and tank top. His cock was still hard and Clint was glad no cars passed by to see his tented shorts. Clint stood and pulled his jockstrap down. He was naked, obeying the guy in front of all his classmates, teammates and his friend Abe. His cock was slowly filling with blood. Monte smiled and looked around as if to make certain everyone was watching. They were. Clint went to the front door and saw the note. Following it's directions he went into the back yard. Monte was waiting at the back door. "Strip" he ordered and Clint stood transfixed. "You are my boy from now on and this will begin your training tonight" Clint looked past the taller shirtless boy. "We're alone, strip or I'll tear those things off you" Monte stood so close that his breath bathed Clint's face. He stripped naked wondering what would happen next. Clint followed Monte into the shower where he soaped the man head to toe. Around them their classmates watched. Nobody called him names though Clint could hear snickering and whispers. He saw Abe out of the corner of his eye standing naked under a shower but watching him. rather then washing himself. "Yes Sir" Clint had said that night automatically. He had been taught to say Sir and Maam. It made Monte smile "I thought you were going to be fun" he pulled Clint by his penis into the house and began to train Clint. That was months ago. Until now he had kept it a secret. His mouth, throat, hands and butt belonged to Monte and he learned how much he needed the sex and to be taken control off. He rinsed the man off and wondered if he'd be humiliated by having to kneel and suck his Master while the others watched. Instead he dired the man as ordered to. "That will be all boy" Monte said with a smile "for now". Monte left Clint in the shower and walked to his locker. A statement had been made, Clint knew. The others would call him queer, fag, sissy or whatever they wanted from now on. He walked back to his locker and dried himself off. Abe sat down beside him. "You ok?" he asked. Clint realized that Abe was really saying he was still his friend. He was glad of that. "This Abe?" the deep voice asked. Monte, dressed in his ripped sleeve jersey and tight jeans that displayed his bulge stood close. "Uh yes Sir" Clint said. "He told me he's always wanted to have sex with you" Monte said. "Boy" "Yes Sir" Clint looked up knowing his Master was intent on humiliating him. "You will go home with this guy and give him one hell of a blowjob and give him your ass tonight. And when you report for training you will tell me how it went" Monte "So for this evening he belongs to you" Monte said to Abe "I want to hear how he does. If he doesn't do it right, my belt will be waiting, understand bitch?" Monte's hand reached under Clint's chin and held it tight. "Yes Sir" Clint said. "Shit does he beat you too?" Abe asked. "Naw he threatens to but nothing bad" Clint said remembering the introduction to being whipped with a cat of nine tails one weekend. "I guess you're mine tonight" Abe said standing "Ready to go bitch?" Clint looked up expecting Abe to be smiling. But he looked serious immitating the way Monte had talked to him earlier. "Uh yes Sir" Clint said feelign his cock harden. He knew that was what he wanted for years to belong to Abe. Monte had trained him well. Clint had learned to be his bitch.