Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2022 17:55:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Clay Bottom Subject: Picked Up a Hitcher Chapter 22 Picked Up a Hitcher 22 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. This is a work of fiction and fantasy involving dangerous situations and unsafe sex meant to be entertaining but not copied in real life. Donate: Please donate to nifty. This site gives writers and readers a free uncensored place to share our work and enjoy each other's imagination. Most of us get hours of great entertainment here and we want it to stay around. Use this kink I mean link https://donate.nifty.org/ After Mark came down off the high of breeding the now broken jock, he seemed really depressed. I was sure it was because he had lost money he did not have again. Ricky went over to him and said something to him that pissed him off. It looked like punches were about to fly. I thought that maybe Ricky had ratted me out. I tried to get to Mark and tell him how sorry I was, but Morgan held me back. The argument did not last long. After they shook hands, I found out Ricky did not rat me out. Ricky bought me with his poker winning and the money he made selling the Jock's virgin ass. I didn't hear what Mark said at first, my brain just wasn't processing. Mark grabbed my shoulders and shook me till I paid attention to what he was saying. "I will get you BACK !!" Was that a promise? A threat? Both? I couldn't tell. That's when I broke down, and the water works started. I'd been through too much. My wife had left me. I lost my best friend when he became my Master and owner. I'd been used and abused in ways I could not have imagined a month ago, and now the center of my world, my Master, just sold me. Fuck I felt alone and broken. Ricky walked me outside to his car. He pulled my head down to his chest and held me close to him and let me sob till I got control of myself. "That's it, pull yourself together. Not that bad. I'm going to take care of my new boy. Won't give you more than you can take. Losing a Master is hard, but you will be a good boy for me and serving me will feel natural soon. He did not want to do it. He did not really have a choice. He had to sell you to me. Mark has compulsion issues and made bad choices that boxed him into a corner. You didn't do anything wrong, he didn't reject you. Now get in the car on your knees. We are going home." My head was in his lap on the way back to his apartment. No sex, he just patted and stroked my head. His apartment was nice but not opulent. If he was a dirty cop, he did not spend his bribe money on his apartment. My new service to him started slow. I removed his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt. His crotch still smelled of cum and sex. It was instinct that I looked up at his face and asked with my eyes if I should lick his balls. He nodded yes. I stayed on my knees till his crotch was licked completely clean. I felt better while I was being useful and his big hard cock said he was pleased "You are a good boy. A natural. You are going to make me happy and make my life easier. Strip and get into bed." He spooned me. Only a sub/slave can understand how much I needed to feel his hard hairy body pressed next to mine that night. Earlier at the gym and at OT park, he had hurt me and gotten off on my pain, but he was kind to me tonight. His arms held me as close to him as physically possible and his face was close to my ear. "Rest good boy." I was awakened when his alarm went off. "Coffee black" I found his Keurig coffee machine and was back with his coffee quickly. "This is the way I should always wake up, with coffee ready and my handsome boy's mouth on my cock. Don't suck, just hold it in your mouth. I don't give a shit where you live, but you sleep in my bed from now on unless I tell you differently. Tomorrow you will get up before my alarm goes off and get my coffee ready and your pussy ready for me to fuck. I'm going to give your cunt a rest today, so you'll make me cum in your mouth soon, but first, my morning piss." I'll never learn to like this part of a slave's life. I think I'll always hate it. Hate the taste but hate being used as a urinal more, but I swallowed every drop because I'm his good boy now. Being a good boy and being useful to my Master is more important than what I like. Ricky was hard before his piss slowed and stopped. His cock is way too big and thick to take down my throat without gagging. Today at least, he did not face fuck me hard, but he let me blow him at my own pace. I took him balls deep and gagged myself several times to please him but I did not choke myself or come up gasping for air. I was usually gasping for air and light headed when Mark face fucked me like a fleshlite. "Good cocksucker. You enjoyed that. What do you say?" "Thank you Master for letting me suck your cock and for your cum." "Don't forget to thank me and every man every time. Two more rules for you to learn today. You must always answer my questions immediately and you must always tell me the exact full truth. If you lie to me or give me half truths, I give you pain like you have never known. More rules later. Now, go home, clean up, put on your cock cage, and go to work. Give both cock cage keys to Morgan. Service Morgan with your mouth today if he wants. Tell him respectfully your Master is resting your pussy. If Mark wants your service, ask him very politely to ask your Master for permission to use his slave" When I got to work I was feeling almost normal (the new slave normal). I met Morgan early and gave him the keys to my cock cage. He said he would give the 2nd one to Ricky. Morgan must still be my Master in at least some way. No one wanted my services till after lunch. Morgan wanted his ass kissed after lunch. A few weeks ago, I was the first man to ever kiss his ass. I guess I'm good at it since, he has me French kiss his ass almost every day at work now. I know I should hate it, but the scent of a man's balls, taint, and ass does something to me and I love it. I licked his hairy ass crack like it was candy. I kissed his ass pucker with loud smooching sounds. His cock was hard now, so I bent his hard-on down and licked from the tip of his cock, over his taint and all the way to the top of his butt crack. I saved the best for last and French kissed his ass hole like I was making out with my prom date. I made love to his hole with my tongue till he made me stop eating his ass and put me under his desk. "If you make a sound my foot crushes your balls." I sucked his cock for about half an hour while he made business calls and a short skype meeting. If the people on the skype call could only see what was going on under his desk. He carried on with business like I was not even there. Made small talk and was charming and efficient while I nursed on his cock and licked precum off his piss slit. He even reached down and grabbed my hair once. He moved my head up and down, jacking himself off with my mouth and never missed a beat on the call. As always, when he is ready to give me a reward, he comes in no time. The man has great dick control. Thanking him just came naturally after swallowing his load.. "Next time you thank me for my cum, do it with my dick still in your mouth, but good job. I'll tell Ricky you were a good fag." I didn't see Mark till near quitting time. It was awkward, but could have been worse. We had some project details to clarify, and I made small changes to a presentation that we built together. Then he switched like a light bulb. He told me to get on my knees because he needed to cum. It was so very hard to not drop to my knees right then, but I did what Master Rick told me to do. "Sir, my Master asked me to ask you to call him and get his persimmon to use his slave. Sir, I can't service you unless Master Ricky tells me to" Mark was pissed. Mark is dangerous when he is mad. I've seen him dribble a man's face on the pavement like a basketball before, but he didn't hit me today. He stalked off. Before I locked up my office he came back and handed me his phone. "Boy, do you want to service your former Master?" "Yes Sir" "Service him with your mouth pussy anyway he says this time. You need my permission every time before you service any man any time except Morgan, Understand?" "Yes Sir" When I gave Mark back his phone, he more or less knocked me to my knees. I had not given him any reason to be mad at me, but he was mad at the world. He dick whipped my face. Loud slapping sounds of his hardening meet hitting the flesh of my face. I noticed my office door was not completely closed, but I managed to kick it closed. I finally caught his cock head in my mouth, and he scull fucked me so hard, I thought I would puke. My throat slim coated his long beer can thick cock and ran over my lips and onto my shirt. I tasted some of my stomach contents, but Luckily he moved on before I completely lost my lunch on his cock and my suite. I didn't lay on my back so much as he put me on my back like I was an oversized rag doll or maybe a fuck doll. Mark is a tall, big built man, and has probably 230 pounds of muscle. When he literally sat on my face, he smothered me and the pressure on my skull hurt, "EAT IT. EAT MY DIRTY ASS HOLE ! Filthy faggot, this is where you belong, with your mouth on my shit hole. Nasty bitch, you get off on this don't you ! What? You want to breathe? Then stick your tongue up my shitter and wipe me clean inside and out." Rim jobs can be hot as hell or gross as shit. This one was somewhere between the extremes. Not that I had a choice. I couldn't breathe much less stop Mark. My lips were pressed tight against Mark's ass ring, so my tongue made maximum penetration in his ass when I frenched his shit hole. The inside of his hole felt soft and slick on my tongue and it tasted like musk and grunge. No, the inside of his ass hole was not perfectly clean when I started eating him. At the end of a work day, no man's ass hole is perfectly clean, but it could have been worse. Suddenly what I was doing did not matter as much as air did. I struggled to get free, but I did not get air till Mark decided I could have a breath. "Deep breath faggot. You're not even close to done" Mark smothered me with his ass again and I licked the muscle ring and sucked his hole "Do you job faggot, Get your tongue in deep. Try to lick my prostate and tickle my turds. All you are good for is licking my ass hole clean inside and out. When I get you back you'll be my real ass licker." I was depressed for air again when he took the pressure of this ass off my face. I was light headed and may have passed out for a few seconds then he let me get in a few more deep breaths of air. Air is a hell of a motivator, I stirred my tongue deep in his ass hole as fast as I could. I moaned into the sensitive flesh of his ass and blew some of my precious air into him. That gave my tongue even more access to his insides. Ive never rimmed anyone so deep or so thoroughly. "Fucking nasty fag. You are really getting into this. Listen to you. Getting off licking me clean. Greedy nasty faggot, you got it all. Licked my ass crack clean and licked my shit hole clean as deep as your tongue could go. When I get you back. When I own you again, I'll take you with me to the Men's room with me and let you taste it fresh and steamy. Wipe my ass with your face. Make you lick me clean right after I shit." Degrading me down that far was enough to get him off. His ass came off my face and his cock went balls deep down my throat. He unloaded several long ropes of jizz in my throat, I only got the last shot of his cum in my mouth. I swallowed like a good slut and thanked him just like a good boy. He did not say anything to me, but dressed and left my office with his balls lighter and his ass clean and fresh. The taste of his cum and ass lingered in my mouth. I was a little sick, but my cock was full and straining inside the cock cage. How could I be such a sick fuck? How low does a fag have to be to get a hard-on from what I just did? I waited till I recovered and hoped everyone was gone to make my walk of shame to my car. Mark's life may be going shitty, but he knows at least one person is lower than he is and whose life is more shitty, me. Everyone had not gone home. Morgan was waiting for me at my car. "Get in my car. I'm going to buy you a drink. You look like you could use one. Don't worry, Ricky knows and is not exception you at his place till 8:00" We had a beer at Bosco's Brewery and sat at a booth with some privacy. "Mark was hard on you. Too hard on you I think. You may not believe me, but an experienced Master does what is good for both halves of the equation. I seemed cruel to you sometimes, but you needed a push to reach your natural position. You eventually loved every degrading way I used you. You are a natural slave. You feel good when you serve and slave sex is the best sex you have ever had or lill have. Isn't it?" "Yes Master" "Mark is in trouble. More than you know, but Ricky won't let him really hurt you. I won't either. Be a good boy and have some trust. You'll be happy if not comfortable when this all works out. That is enough of a pep talk. Let's eat and drink beer. If you are lucky, I might let you have my special brew straight from the tap." Author's note: I love to hear from men who read my stories. I live in Memphis. I would especially love to hear from readers in the greater Memphis area. Sorry I have taken so long to finish this story. I plan to wrap this story up in the next few chapters and bring Chris's story to a good ending point. Thanks to all the readers who have given me story ideas. The ideas made Chris's story much more exciting.