Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2005 20:08:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My trainer, Bobby - Part 4

Soon I heard Bobby snoring softly and I looked over to see his naked form
peaking out at various points from the comforter.  My cock was throbbing
again as I recalled each and every detail of the day. It was going to be a
long night.

As I typed and thought about the events, I couldn't help stealing glances
at the mostly uncovered naked Bobby.  I typed until 3 am and still with a
hard on, lay down on the floor and spread the blanket over me.  Sleeping on
the floor in my own room, how could this be happening?

My dreams were filled with naked bodies and cocks and I don't know what
all.  I woke up to bright sunlight, with a picture of a hard cock in my
mind.  Someone was talking.

"Wow, you are right, not a hair on him!  And look, he IS hard, just like
you said he would be!"  I didn't recognize the voice and struggled to
focus.

"Yeah, and he likes it, he sleeps on the floor to show how low he is."
That voice I knew, it was Bobby's.  I managed to get my eyes to focus, man
I was tired.  There was a guy in the room with Bobby, and I didn't know
him.  He was laughing at me and pointing.

I blushed again.  "What's the matter, wake up grumpy because you didn't
have a wet dream?"  Bobby said again.  He used the same voice he used last
night - it wasn't mean or snide.  But it still got to me.

"Who is this? And why is he here?" I asked still waking up and gathering my
wits.  I was sitting up now on the floor.

"This is my roommate, Tony.  I emailed him this morning and he was
wondering where I had spent the night and why I hadn't come home.  He
thought I had scored with a chick again.  I told him about this low piece
of shit that I had found and he asked if he could come down and see." He
said matter-of-factly.  "We have been discussing all the things you like to
do and he doesn't believe me.  He can't believe a guy could be that low
that he would allow another man to shave him, or that he would jack off in
front of him, allow himself to be covered in piss and to eat his own cum."
Bobby was recanting my list of humiliations, making me flush with
embarrassment.

"Did you really do all of that?"  Tony asked incredulously.

"Yes, that and more, right, Davey?"

I was awake enough to remember his instructions and said, "Yes," but not
very loudly.

"Say it louder, so he can hear you and you should be calling me Sir."

I looked up and was sure I was beet red, "Yes, Sir."

"So I think you should show Tony some of the stuff you do, don't you
agree?"

I was stunned, I couldn't believe it; he was going to make me do this in
front of his roommate.  But my cock said it wanted to do it.  It throbbed
as it stood hard and rigid.

With great shame I said, "Yes, Sir."

"Why don't you stand up here so Tony can take a look at a man without a
hair on his body, below his neck," he instructed.  I stood and wanted to
cover myself, but only blushed deeper as I stood there with my hands at my
side.  "Now turn around slowly, so Tony can check you out."  I turned
slowly.  When I was facing away from Tony, Bobby said, "Okay, now bend over
and spread your cheeks, to show Tony that you even allowed your ass hole to
be shaved."

I bent and spread my cheeks as instructed, concentrating on the floor,
trying not to think of the humiliation I was feeling.

"Okay, now turn around here."  I stood and turned back facing them.
"Stroke you cock for him.  See, Tony, he has no shame.  He will stand there
and jack off in front of a stranger.  And he will continue to jerk himself
until he comes or until I tell him to stop."

I was close.  I don't know why, but this debasement, was pushing me closer
to the edge.

"Make him stop before he comes," Tony suggested.

"Davey, you can stop stroking now," Bobby said, noting the anguish in my
face that this caused.  I was so close.  I wanted to shoot.  I didn't want
to shoot in front of this stranger, but I wanted that release.

"What else does he do?" asked Tony, again looking me up and down.

"He allows himself to be covered in piss.  Let's see, he also gave me a
bath.  He kissed my asshole.  Oh, and he likes to stick things up his
ass. "

I couldn't believe that Bobby would bring that up.  I felt the heat rush
from my feet to my face as he said that.

"Oh, can I see that?" Tony asked.

"I don't see why not, Davey loves to do it.  So lay here on the bed on your
back."  I did as he said.  He rummaged around in the bag he had brought
over and came up with a blue tube and a bottle of something.  "Here, show
Tony how you lube this up and then you can use it on yourself."

I took the things from him.  I figured out how to open the bottle and put
some of the clear lotion that came out on the blue tube.  It was plastic,
kind of like firm jello about an inch or so in diameter and had a disk at
one it.  It was like the plug he had used yesterday, but this one was
longer and did not have the flare at the end to keep it in my butt.  I
spread the lotion along the length of it.  And then lying back looking up
at the ceiling, I bent my knees and spread my legs apart so I could gain
access to my hole.  Feeling the surge of heat pulse through my face, I
started pushing the thing into my asshole.  I remember what Bobby had told
me about pushing out and as I did that the tube started sliding in.  It hit
my prostate and my cock jumped and dripped.  But there was more to push in.
I kept pushing until the disk was against my butt.

"Go ahead and fuck yourself with it," Bobby instructed.

I had almost forgotten about them, while I had thought about how the thing
in my ass felt.  I started working it in and out.

"Man, the guy is fucking himself!  I can't believe a guy could be that low.
And not only fucking himself, but letting 2 guys watch him do it," he
commented, with rancor and scorn in his voice.

Bobby said in his same cool modulated voice, "Yeah, he just likes getting
himself off and he doesn't care who watches."  Bobby moved over next to the
bed.  "Watch this."  Bobby unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.  He
pushed them down with his boxers and stepped out of them.  He stood now
naked from the waist down.  He got up on the bed, one foot on each side of
my stomach, with his back to me.  He then squatted down; lowering his butt
to my face.  "He will lick my ass for me, while he fucks himself."  He
squatted lower until his hole was right over my mouth.  I stuck out my
tongue as I squeezed by eyes shut.

I guess Tony had moved around, because he said, "Wow, licking your hole,
cleaning it for you.  I can't believe that a man would do that to another
guy.  I don't even think I could get my girl to do that to me.  I had a dog
once that loved to lick my hole while I was jacking off.  But I never saw a
person do that!"

Tears began to roll down my face and Bobby reminded me that I was supposed
to be working that thing in and out of my ass.  "Yes, and he obviously
enjoys it, 'cause his dick is still rock hard and dripping."  Even my cock
was betraying me, getting pleasure from me being compared to a dog.  I
licked Bobby's ass for a couple moments more, before he raised himself up.
"Man, that felt great," Bobby said as he got off of the bed, his cock had
swollen a bit, but it didn't seem to bother him that his roommate saw this.

"Okay, start jacking."  Bobby instructed.  I was so close, I was going to
blow.  I gripped my cock and stroked it furiously.  "Now stop," Bobby
instructed.

It took every bit of strength I had to stop.  Tears were running again, but
this time from frustration.  My cock was tingling I wanted to cum so bad!

Bobby got dressed while I lay there trying to regain myself.  My balls had
drawn up tight against my cock.  I wanted to cum!

"Tony, shall we let him shoot?"  I was reduced to letting other people
decide if I could cum.

"Hmmmmm, let's see."  He starched his chin and tried to look like he was
pondering a very weighty decision.  "Okay, I guess.  I want to see him eat
his own cum."

At that moment, I thought I could swallow a gallon of my cum, just to get
to the release.  I didn't reach for my cock, until Bobby said I could.
When he gave the okay, I grabbed my cock and pounded furiously, moaning all
the while.  My legs were shaking as I rushed towards that edge.  The one I
wanted so bad.  My ass clamped around the tube in my ass and my toes curled
up and I began to shoot.  The first rope of cum shot over my shoulder, then
second landed on my face, the third on my chin and then the rest landed on
my chest and stomach.  My pulse was pounding in my temples and I stroked
out every last bit.  My breathe was ragged as my cock became so sensitive,
I had to slow down the stroking.

"Okay, now wipe up that cum on your face and lick it off of your fingers."
As much as I had wanted to eat every last drop before I came, I wanted that
bad not to put it in my mouth.  I hesitated after wiping up the gob on my
face before putting it in my mouth.  But I did and tasted the salty taste I
had first experienced yesterday.  I smelled the familiar bleachy smell of
cum.  It seemed to fill the air.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Tony saying, "Wow, he did it, just like
you said he did.  He ate his own cum!  Didn't know anyone could be that
low."

"Yeah, he loves it, can't get enough.  Came 3 or 4 times yesterday, just so
he would have more to eat."  I felt the thing in my ass sliding out as I
wished I could slide under the bed.

Bobby picked up a jock off of the floor and tossed it to me, "Clean
yourself up, you have to get ready for your classes."  I caught the jock
and used it to wipe up as much as I could find, even the stop on the wall
behind my head.

"I have got to get going myself," Tony said.  "Thanks for sharing.  That
was amazing, seeing a guy, a guy from this school, a guy from our dorm,
being that low.  Who would have thought?"  He opened the door and leaving
it open, left.  Bobby slowly walked over to the door, all the while I am in
plain view if anyone happened to walk by.  He closed the door and walked
back over to my bed.

"Did that make you hard?  Did that give you a rush?  Performing such
debased acts in front of my roommate?  Did it make your cock throb?"

"Yes," I said as I sobbed.

"Stand up."  I did as he said.  He wrapped his arms around me and patted me
on the back.  "It's okay.  You get off on it.  Don't beat yourself up over
it.  This is for your own good."  He took hold of my shoulder and pushed me
back and looked into my eyes, searching them, as if trying to read my mind.
"Now today for classes, I think gym shorts, a t-shirt, sandals, and oh,
yeah, let's start out with the butt plug in."

I looked at him in horror.  "Please if I have the butt plug in, I'll be
hard all the time, and there is no way to hide that in those shorts.
Please, Bobby, you said I could ask you if I thought it was going too far,
too fast for me.  Please Bobby, I'll do anything you say, just not that.  I
can't have students and professors that I know, see me like this.  Please!"
I was begging for my life here.

He looked me in the eyes for a bit and then said, "Okay."  And I thought I
would not have to wear the butt plug.  "You can wear that jock."  He
pointed to the one I had used to clean myself up.  I realized then, that it
was also the one that he had used to wipe up my piss with yesterday.  But
that was certainly better than without it.  I didn't think I would like any
other options he might come up with.  So I nodded, and reached for the
jock.  Smack!  He hit my ass.

I turned around quickly, ready to lash out, when he said, "That's for
nodding and not addressing me as sir.  Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, and dropped my head as I reached for the jock and began
to put it on.

"So you have 2 classes next and then you will meet me in the gym for our
workout.  So bring your workout clothes."  I continued to dress as he had
directed.  My cock was growing hard again, as I squatted and worked the
plug into my ass.  By the time I stood up, it was beginning to fill out the
jock.  I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt as he said, "And if anyone,
anyone asks to see your cock, you are to go with them to the men's room and
let them see it.  I won't make you whip it out in public.  Not just yet,"
he said with a grin. "And pack up those workout clothes from yesterday,
you'll need them again today."

I packed everything I would need for classes and put the workout clothes in
a plastic shopping bag.  As I moved around the room, the plug moved in my
ass.  My ass was tender, probably from all the stuff that had been up it.

"Bobby," I said, getting his attention.  "I have to take a leak."

He looked at me and smiled.  He tossed me a nalgene bottle, one of the big
quart ones.  It was tinted yellow.  "Piss in there.  And keep the bottle
with you.  Remember you are not to piss, shit or jack off without asking my
permission.  And you hesitated today with Tony here.  I noticed that and
you will be punish later for that.  Do you understand?"

I started to drop my head and nod, but caught myself and said, "Yes, Sir."

"Okay, take your piss."  I picked up the bottle and started to walk into
the bathroom.  "No, right here, in front of me."

I undid my shorts, let them drop and freed my cock from the jock.  It took
effort to force my cock down and into the opening of the bottle.  Then it
took what seemed hours to get relaxed enough that I could actually get even
a trickle started.  But finally, I was able to relieve the pressure and
began to fill the bottle.  When I finished I couldn't shake off the piss
drops on the end, but just pull my jock back up and trap my cockhead in the
strap.  I pulled up my shorts and tied the strings.

"Okay, let's go."  We both had history next.  Bobby wanted to rush across
the campus, but I wasn't walking fast with the plug in my ass.  He only
smiled as he looked back at me.  He slowed down a bit, but didn't walk with
me, but about a dozen paces in front of me.

When we got to class, we took seats near the back of the class, up towards
to top of the lecture hall.  The prof came in and started class.  I
couldn't concentrate.  I was sitting on the plug and it kept pressure on my
prostate, making my cock throb in its trap of jockstrap.

At one point, the prof turned off the lights off to show some pictures of a
castle or something.  When that happened, Bobby moved closer to me and
whispered, "Moved forward a bit in your seat and lean forward."  I did as
he said.  Then I felt his hand slide down the back of my shorts.  "Raise up
just a bit."  I did as he said.  His hand slid under my butt and finger
found the base of the plug.  He pushed in on it and wiggled it around.  I
started to moan, but bit my lip so I wouldn't.  I could feel my cock
starting to stream precum.  He kept this up all the time the lights were
out.  When they came on, he slid his hand out of my shorts.  Then he waved
his fingers under my nose.  "Take a whiff," he said.

I smelled the musky pungent smell of my asshole.

He smiled and went back to taking notes on the class.  I couldn't even hear
what the prof was saying much less write anything down.  I kept clinching
my hole around the plug, feeling it push against that magic spot in my ass.
It was so powerful, the throb there and in my ass.  I was so lost in it,
that I didn't hear him dismiss class.  Bobby was standing.  He said, "I see
you in the locker room in an hour.  And in your next class, concentrate on
what is being taught!"

He grabbed his backpack and left.  I stood, shouldered my backpack and
headed out the door.  I was walking along the halls in my own daze, feeling
the thing in my ass.  Then I felt someone tapping me on the arm.  I stopped
and focused on the person next to me.  I didn't know him.  He would look up
to my face and then down as he tried to talk.  It was obvious that he was
having difficulty getting out what he wanted to say.

"I was, ah, wondering, if , ah, you would, ah..."

He blushed and I said, "Yes?"

"You will?  That's great!  Where do we go?"

"Go?  Go to do what?"  I said, getting angry now.

"Why to see your cock." He said, and I was sure several people around us
heard him.

I blushed, "What?" I whispered.

"I want to see your cock.  That guy said it would be okay."

I didn't have to ask which guy.  I led the guy into the nearby men's room
and moved up to the urinals with the guy.  He stood looking at me.  I was
really flustered with this situation and did not know what to do.  "Stand
at the urinal and look like you are taking a piss." I said, as I fumbled
with my shorts, getting them loose and then freeing my rigid cock from the
jock.

The guy stood facing the urinal then, but never took his eyes off of what I
was doing at my crotch.  I was getting red again, as I got my cock out of
the jock.  "Wow.  That's hot.  But you have no hair down there!"

I flushed a deeper shade of red.  "It has been shaved off."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I decided to!  Have you seen enough?  I have to get to class."  I
just knew someone would walk into the men's room as I was exposing myself
to this stranger.

"Man, you reek of piss and cum."  I blushed again.  "Yeah, I have to get to
class, too.  But I could look at that for a long time.  And I would love to
touch it."  I worked to get it back into my jock before he could follow
through on his wish.  I tied my shorts and turned to leave.  "Hey, where
can I meet up with you again?" he asked as I left the men's room, trying to
hide my red face behind the door, or whatever I could find.

I rushed over to my next class and realized I couldn't move too fast
because of the thing in my ass.  But I managed to get in just as the guy
was starting class.  I got into a seat at the back of the room; away from
the majority of the people.

My cock pulsed and throbbed in my jock during the entire class and I could
think of nothing else.  Every time I shifted in my seat the plug in my ass
would shift and I would clinch around it, which only made my cock twitch
more.  I knew I was leaking again.  I only heard about one out of every 30
or 40 words the guy said during the whole class.  Something was going to
have to change or I was going to fail all my classes.  But I kept checking
the clock, counting the minutes until the class would be over.  I wanted to
be with Bobby again, but I dreaded what this meant to my life.  I had been
reduced to being a low degraded person, who took out his cock and showed it
to strangers, just because they asked.  I knew I could go no lower.

Class was finally over and I headed over to the gym.  My heart was racing
and my cock tensing as I entered the gym.  I walked through the locker
room, looking for Bobby.  As I walked, I was attracted to every naked man I
passed.  I wanted to see his cock, his balls and his ass.  I wanted to see
them.  I almost ran into a guy because I was staring at a guy in the row I
was passing.  I looked up into his face as I tried to voice an "Excuse me,"
but I saw I look of disgust in his face.  He must have figured out I was
staring at the naked guy.  He roughly pushed passed me and headed out of
the locker room.

Thoroughly embarrassed, I continued my search for Bobby.  We never used the
same locker twice, always finding ones that were available.  I found him
finally, over in an older section of lockers.  He was just taking off his
last article of clothing, his boxers.  After he shucked them down and
kicked them off, he stood up and looked at me.  I felt heat on my face as
my eyes traveled up and down his toned masculine body, because I knew he
was enjoying making me survey his body.

He wasn't one of those muscle bound Mr. Universe kind of guys.  He just had
a define chest, abs, back, hell - everywhere.  And he knew I was gawking at
him.  He just smiled and stood there as I looked him over.  I had washed
him.  I knew almost every inch of his body, but I was still mesmerized.  I
looked at the trail of hair that led from his navel down to his wiry dark
brown bush, and flushed again as I remembered, I no longer had hair around
my cock.

He scratched his nuts and then flipped his cock a couple of times at me.  I
looked down and again felt blood rushing to my face.  "Okay, get changed
into your workout clothes.  You have a lot of work to do."  He stood and
watched as I chose a locker a couple down from his and set down my
backpack.  He continued to watch as I took off my t-shirt, and then untied
my shorts and dropped them.  He smiled when he saw my cock was still hard
and sticking out of the top of my jock.

I put my shorts, t-shirt and sandals in the locker. As I bent to place them
in, I felt the plug move in my ass. I stood up quickly remembering where I
was and what I must look like.  He smiled again.  I took out my workout
shorts.  They were stiff and stank from yesterday's urine soak and sweat.
They were kind of old fashioned.  The shorter gym shorts that were popular
in college a while back, not like the long legged ones of today.  As I bent
to put them on, I felt the plug move in my ass again.  I hurriedly pulled
them up.  Then raced to get the t-shirt on, to cover my cock that was
sticking out of the waistband of my shorts.  The smell from the shirt
nearly knocked me over.

I sat down then, feeling the full force of the plug in my ass once again.
I got out my socks and trainers and worked at getting them on.  Each time I
moved to put on a sock or a shoe or tie the shoes, the plug moved in my
ass. When I was finished I looked up.  Bobby had been watching me the
entire time and still stood naked next to me.  "Man you stink," he said, as
he began to dress.

I watched his body flex as he dressed.  He looked over once and caught me
staring and smiled.  I blushed again.  When he finished dressing, he led me
out to the training rooms.  Rather than going to the usual weight rooms, he
went down another hallway to a row of small rooms.  He went about half way
down the hallway and entered a room. Once I had entered he closed the door.
There were mats on the floor.  It looked to be a small wrestling or aerobic
room.

"Okay, let's start you off with a hundred pushups, to get you warmed up."
I looked at him in wonder for a moment.  The most I had ever done with him
was 50.  "Come on.  Get down there and get started."  I moved to get into
position, feeling the plug again.  I realized that as I got into position,
my ass cheeks were tightly flexed, making my hole clench around the plug in
my ass.  I started out doing pushups.

"No, count them as you do them.  Start over."  I had done 8 already.  So I
started counting them, "One, two, three," feeling the pressure of the plug
in my ass.  After I reached 20, Bobby moved around, so I couldn't see him.
Then I left his foot slide in between my legs.

"Spread your legs a bit," he instructed and obeyed.  When I had done this,
he moved the toe of his foot under my crotch.  Now every time I went down,
my cock pressed into his shoe.  I lost count for a moment, but figured out
where I was and kept on pumping them.  At 50 my arms were beginning to
burn.  At 60, he started raising his toes up on my up stroke, keeping his
foot in contact with my crotch.

It was difficult to concentrate on doing pushups with my cock throbbing and
oozing.  At 75, I thought I was going to die.  At 80, I had difficulty
pushing myself off of the floor, but his foot in my crotch was insistent.
At 85, I couldn't raise myself up, no matter how much he flexed his toes in
my crotch.  "Come on, you wimp, one more!" He flexed again in my crotch.  I
tried pushing up but my arms were like rubber.  He moved his foot and put
the toe of his shoe against my balls and started pressing in.  "One more!"

I groaned and pushed and felt the pressure release from my balls.  I slowly
managed to get one more up.  Held it and then collapsed down.  His foot was
back under my cock, flexing up and down.  "Can't.  Do.  Another."  I said.

"Okay, then we will just have to punish your for the ones you couldn't do."
My ass which had relaxed a bit when I went to the floor, now flexed again
at the thought of him spanking me.

"Now, a hundred sit ups."  This would be easier.  I could do more of these.
I did 75 with him all the time.  I struggled around to get onto my back.  .
Trying to get my arms behind my head, it made them ache.  It was all I
could feel.

Bobby held my ankles for me.  I knew to count this time, "One," and felt
the plug move in my ass and push against my prostate.  Oh, shit!  This was
not going to be easy.  "Two.  Three."  By ten I was moaning.  It was too
much.  By 20, I thought I wouldn't last.  By 30 I was moaning in time with
each raise and lower of my body.  Each flex of my body, was moving the
plug.  And hitting that spot was driving me crazy.

By 40, I found myself speeding up, wanting the feeling to increase the
intensity.  By fifty, I was panting them out, "Fifty-one, Fifty-two! And
moaning between each one.  Clinching my ass tighter and tighter around the
plug.  "Fifty-three - ahhhggg."  It was so intense, it was like nothing I
had ever felt.  "Fifty-four!" I thought I was going to pass out.

"Fifty-Five! Ahhhhhhhhh!"  I realized I had just shot a load in my jock.  I
hadn't touched my cock, but I had shot.  I had to lay back and catch my
breath, before I could continue.  Bobby only looked at me and smiled.

"You liked the feeling of being fucked in the ass?"  It made me realize,
again, how low I had sank, getting off on something up my ass.  No only
that, but blowing a load from it and Bobby knowing about it.  "Come on, you
have some more to do."

I started to do some more and found I couldn't take the thing in my ass.
It was driving me crazy and my cock was so sensitive.  "Please, Bobby, I
can't do anymore with that thing in my ass.  Please let me take it out," I
begged.  I knew I would break down and cry, if I had to continue with that
in my butt.

He released my ankles, "Okay, go ahead and take it out."  I got up and
started for the door, figuring I would go to the toilet stall and be able
to get it out.  "No.  Stay here.  Drop you shorts, squat down and get it
out," he instructed.

I looked from him to the window in the door.  Then moved off to one corner,
pulled down my shorts and squatted so I could pull it out.  My hole was so
tender as I pulled/pushed it out.  Once passed the flange, it came out
quickly.  I stood up with it and then pulled up my shorts.  "What do I do
with it now?"

"Stick it in your jock, until we get back to the locker room.  Now let's
finish up those sit-ups.  Then we can get on with the rest of the work
out."

I got down on the floor, back in position, with Bobby holding my ankles
again.  I was looking into his face as I began counting again.
"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight ..."

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To be continued....

Thanks for all the comments, suggestions and sharing of personal
experiences and pictures to inspire me.  Write to harryrod575@yahoo.com

The story is moving slowly - I understand some of you want more to happen
quicker - but Dave is telling this story and he is telling how he was taken
from his ordinary college life to a low debased humiliated boy.  Don't rush
him!

Have fun

harry