Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 15:52:06 -0700 From: Clay Bottom Subject: Picked Up a Hitcher 17 Picked Up a Hitcher 17 Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a Variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. Author's note: I love to hear from men who read my stories. Story ideas and suggestions welcome. I live in Memphis. I try to add local flavor to the stories. The day after my ordeal at the French Riviera Gym, my boi pussy was so sore, it hurt to walk. The "13 Ridges of Hell" ass toy I'd been forced to impale myself on had lived up to its name. It was hell going in, hell coming out, and made ordinary movements hell even the next day. I was grateful the mystery Man that was now blackmailing me did not fuck me last night too. I don't think my hole could have taken a hard fuck. If Master Mark found out I was letting this Man use me, the pain in my bottom would be the least of my problems. In the old days, I'd seen him beat a man to pulp for just mouthing-off and standing to close to his truck in a bar parking lot. I hate to think what he would do if he knew someone was using his pussy-boi without permission. So I had to suck it up and walk normal and act normal that morning and hope Mark did not notice anything or want to fuck his boi's pussy. I could not avoid Mater Mark since this was the day I was interviewing for a new Job where he and Master Morgan worked. Pain in my wrecked hole and fear were added to the usual nerves of a job interview. Interviewing is never fun, but I liked the people I meet in the morning, and liked the atmosphere of the company. This was a place I would enjoy working under normal circumstances, but since I would be working closely with two Men who had made me their sex slave, this would be anything but normal. The interview schedule lasted all day, and Mark was the last person to interview me before the wrap up with personnel. Master Morgan took me to lunch to "get to know me" since I had supposedly never meet him. He is a good actor and played his part well. He played it straight and asked the usual interview questions during lunch at Central Barbecue, but on the way back he switch in an instant to the dominant Master I knew. "So Chris, which of the Men you have meet today are you willing to blow to get this job? If you get this job, will you be able to concentrate on your work or will you be too distracted fantasizing about sucking off your coworkers? Other than Mark and Me, who do you want to blow most?" He did not really give a shit about the answers, he just wanted to make me say this shit out loud and humiliate me before I gave him road head on the way back to the office. Of course I answered honestly. He had used me so many ways before, I should have been past shame, but still my face colored as I said "I'll blow any man you say for this job. Being around you and Mark will make it hard to concentrate. Ya'll keep my balls bottled up and me so horned up I think about servicing you all the time, but I will concentrate on the ordinary work too. I can do it, but since you made me a cum craved slut, it will be hard. Other than you and Mark, I'd like to suck off Joe (Joe was a tall redneck in a welders cap and tight jeans) the construction supervisor. Would like to taste his sweaty cock after a long hot day at work." "You're aiming pretty high, pussy-boi. You'll have to really show me something before I even think about letting you service him, assuming he would let a fagot like you near his cock. I think Alex is more your speed." "The skinny young interen?!!" "Fuck yea, you have a problem with that? Maybe you do not deserve this job. Might be more fun to just OUT YOU and see if you ever work in this business again. This is not California and there are always reasons to get rid of an embarrassing whore like you. Besides, didn't you say you would suck off anyone for this job?" I meekly said "Yes Sir" "Right answer fagot. Alex is a good kid, but I think he would work harder if he concentrated more. I do not think he gets laid enough and at his age, I had to drain my nuts several times a day to keep pussy off my mind. Yea, he'll do much better if you keep his balls sucked dry when he is at work. Good young protein for you and good cock sucking practice. Mark and I can't be bothered every time you need a pacifier in your mouth. But all this talk has made me horny. Kneel down on the floor board and get to work. You know what to do. This is not the first time you've service my cock in a car. I'll drive slow to give you time to enjoy the ride." I whimpered a little because of the pain in my ass as I knelt down. I unbuttoned his khaki pants and slid them down a little to give me more room to work. He was wearing white boxer briefs and I pulled his half hard cock and balls through the fly. It had been a few days since I had been so close to Master Morgan's crotch. The scent off his junk was delicious and did things to my head. Kneeling in a car in my interview suite seemed natural and so did sucking off Master Morgan while he drove though Memphis traffic. I licked his purple cock head till it was rock hard before sucking it past my lips. I could feel his heart beat as his cock head pulsed and pumped a drop of precum into my mouth. That was all the encouragement I needed. I forced my throat down his white shaft and loved the feel of the mushroom head as it popped open my throat. My hand played with his hairy blond nuts while I face fucked myself on this dick. This was a rare treat since Master Morgan was letting me use my skills to pleasure his cock the best way I could and enjoy using my tongue. He usually just fucked me (ass or mouth pussy) like a chick. I edged him a couple of times and he flooded my mouth with precum, but did not go over the edge. "You must really want this job because you are sucking cock like a pro. Wish I had more time, but we are on Jackson Street now and you can't be late. Time to take it home." He took control of my face then. Moved my throat up and down this thick shaft at the rhythm that got him off best. "Swallow cock sucker. I'll keep my cock deep in your throat till I'm done dumping my load. That way you won't have cum breath. Not too bad anyway." It was hard for me to switch gears and go back to business mode from slut mode. I was still catching my breath when Morgan parked his Jeep. The next interview was boring and I wanted to get to the end of the day and Mark. That afternoon, I saw the intern again that I had met that morning, Alex. He passed me in the hall. I wondered if I would really have to service his cock. He was tall and cute but looked barley 18 years old. 6'3" and thin with short light brown hair. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and wonder what his junk was like. The interview with Master Mark was anything but ordinary of course. We had worked together before, and we had been friends for years until he make me a pussy-boi slave for him and Morgan. It did not feel like we were friends anymore. I guess that is impossible when one person has all the control, but he knew me and did not need to ask me questions. He only asked me two questions. When he was bent over his desk and I was on my knees, licking his ass from taint to top he asked. "So Brown-noser, you like the taste of my ASS HOLE? What's it taste like?" I knew what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear me say that old joke. Wanted me to say it with my face between his hairy butt cheeks. I was kissing his ass and doing it with gusto. Why did he have to degrade me even more? I was getting into it till he made sure I remembered exactly what I was doing. He made me say it. "Tastes like chocolate ice cream. I love the taste of your ass hole Sir." He laughed so hard; his butt hit me in the face and knocked me backwards onto my sore bottom making me yelp in pain. "If you love the taste so much, get back to it. Get your tongue in deep and get a good taste. Give me a kiss, a sloppy French kiss. That's it you low life fagot. Keep licking till I'm clean inside and out." Mark used me this way for all the scheduled interview time. I used my hands to spread his muscular hairy cheeks and planted a wet kiss right on his tight hole. I ran my tongue over the muscles of his ass ring but could not get my tongue in his tight hole, so I went back to licking his hairy crack from the tip of his dripping cock, across his balls, taint, and butt crack. He made a deep groan and I knew I was doing good. I repeated this about a dozen times then went back to his ass hole. I put the tip of my tongue to his ass hole and gently sucked. I felt his ring relax and my tongue pushed as deep as possible into his ass hole. His moan made sure I knew this is what he wanted. I gripped his hips and pulled his ass tight to my face. I slid my tongue slowly in and out of him till he relaxed completely then I flatted my tongue and moved it up and down in his ass slit. I could feel him move as he jacked his cock with the same rhythm as my tongue in his ass. After 5 minutes, I guess He figured he was good and clean and told me to go back to licking from his cock head to the top of his crack. I was doing this when I sensed someone watching and looked over my shoulder to see Master Morgan's face. He was getting a close up look at the rim job I was giving Master Mark. He watched me eat Master Mark's ass for a few minutes before he said anything. "Is our new employee doing a good job? Is he making you feal good?" "Great job. He is one talented ass licker. Feels great. Not as great as pumping a load in him, but still awesome. And I love the fact that I can make him do it. A married man that everyone thinks is straight, and I just made him lick my ass clean inside and out and made him tell me it tastes like ice cream. How fucking low can a man get? I could make him do anything." "I never let anyone touch my ass, chick or fag, but I see your point. It does put him in his place, making him your personal ass licker. I guess I could make an exception for the new company brown-noser. Chris, take off your tie and hand it to me." "Almost there. Going to unload down his throat then the bitch is all yours." Mark flipped around and face fucked me balls deep. His cock head was wet with precum and slid down my throat in a fast easy motion. He held my chin against his hairy nuts till I started to choke. It took less than a minute of brutal face fucking to make him cum. He pulled his cock head back to my lips when he unloaded his balls, so I could work his piss slit with my tongue as he shot ropes of jizz in my mouth. This was his favorite way to cum in me. I loved the taste of his cum and swallowed fast so none would drip from my mouth onto my white shirt and tie. Master Mark went to the Men's room to wash my spit off his cock and left me alone with Master Morgan Morgan soon used my tie to bind my arms behind my back. He make sure I could not touch his butt with anything except my face. He did not make it easy for me in any way. He stood up straight with his snow white furry bare buns facing me as I knelt by Master Mark's desk. He did not even spread his legs a little. I had to force my nose in between his muscular white hairy buns. "Rub your nose in the crack. Fucking smell a real man's ass. Not a douched out boi-pussy for fucking, but a man's ass and it does not smell like roses." The smell was a mixture of sweat and funk and I sucked it into my nostrils as I moved my face up and down. I was surprised when he stepped away from we and looked down at me. His cock was limp, but he had a big smile on his face. "You really are a brown noser now Chris. I've got to get a pic of you and your brown nose. Then if you ask me nicely, I'll let you touch my ass with your tongue. It won't taste like ice cream and you and I both know it. So what does a good pussy-boi say?" " Please Sir!" "Please what?" "Please let me lick your ass. Please let me lick you clean" "This is a first for me, do a good and show me what and ass kisser can do for his Master." Morgan dominating me and me being bound at the wrists made me a pig for him. I dove into his ass cheeks and touched my target. I ran circles around his ass ring then licked it up and down like a candy stick. He did not seem to respond so I troubled my effort and stared sucking his ass hole while my tongue slide over the tightly synched hole. My failure was frustrating. "Please Sir. Relax just a little. I will make you feel good, just please relax just a little bit and let me lick your ass inside too" "The outside wasn't enough? You want to lick me clean as far as your tongue will reach?" "YES SIR!" I guess the begging was enough. I felt him unsynch just enough for the tip of my tongue to work a little way inside. I made my tongue flutter and finally heard a small grunt of encouragement. I knew I had pleased him when he backed up against my face. He pinned my head between the edge of Mark's desk and his ass hole. This let me finally force my tongue all the way inside. I licked him out and sucked his hole like I did Mark, but his ass never open up like Mark's did. When he was done using my face he was not rock hard but I had at least pleasured enough nerves to make his cock stand at half mast. He said "You fucked up Chris. You showed me a new way to use you for my pleasure. Now you have a new responsibility. From now on, keeping my ass hole licked fresh and clean is one of your new daily jobs here. My other bois can take care of this new chore when I'm not at work. They will be so thrilled." Master Morgan did not throat fuck me after I rimmed him. He helped me get my tie back on and straight. Make sure my clothes looked OK and my hair was combed straight again. He even found a small bottle of Listerine in Mark's desk to use before I made finished the interviews with the Personnel Manager. He made me his ass licker, but he did take care of me too.