Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2019 03:55:30 +0100
From: gay slave <naked.gay.slave@mail.com>
Subject: Whitey Tighties 6

From the fifth chapter:


"Welcome, boys," Master Taylor said to them. "I'm glad you're all able to
join us for a special session: a workout, followed by some service from our
new boy here."

The lacrosse guys laughed. Corey looked at me, menacingly, with a
smirk. "We're more than ready."

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"Let's get started," Master Clark declared, as the lacrosse boys headed
fully onto the gym floor. Corey glanced over at me with an evil look in his
eye.

"It looks like Callum could use a workout too," he remarked. "Why don't you
join us and we can help you build some muscle on that little body?"

I looked over at Master Clark, who nodded in agreement and beckoned for me
to join. My body was sore and I was tired, but I managed to walk over to
the gym floor and join the group. I was heading toward the back of the
group, but the biggest of the lacrosse guys, Charlie, pushed me to the
front. Another guy, Zach, suggested that I was overdressed, chuckling as
two more guys, Brian and Hayden, pulled off my shirt and shorts.

"That looks like a suitable work out outfit," Zach remarked at my
jockstrap, the only thing I was left wearing other than my shoes. My small
cock hardened in embarrassment, being surrounded by six of the hottest guys
in school while wearing only a jockstrap. Charlie, now behind me, smacked
my now-bare ass with his strong hand. I yelped in surprise.

"We're gonna keep you on your toes during this workout," Charlie stated,
winking at me. I shuddered in fear of what was to come.  We started with a
light warm-up, and I started to get re-energized. My body warmed up, and I
could feel my muscles coming alive. Although I had seen all of the lacrosse
guys around school, I had never been this close to them while they were
wearing this little clothing. All of them wore thigh-length shorts. Corey
and Zach wore regular tank tops, while Charlie, Brian, Hayden, and Nolan
had all cut the sides off of t-shirts to various depths. Nolan, who was
right next to me, had the deepest cut shirt, and I could barely keep from
staring at the side of his built chest.

I noticed my cock starting to leak pre-cum, and my embarrassment
re-emerged. I was horny and surrounded by guys that I'd been fantasizing
about for years. Master Clark blew a loud whistle right in front of me,
snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Listen up, boy," he demanded. "It's time to start the workout. We've set
up three stations for you all, so you'll split up into groups of two. Corey
and Charlie will start with me out here on the main floor with barbells,
Zach and Nolan will start with Matt over at the free weights, and Hayden
and Brian will start with Tim at the machines. Callum, you'll start here
with me and then rotate the opposite way of the other groups, so you work
out with everyone at once."

"Yes, Sir," I stated, out of habit, soliciting some laughs from the
team. We all got to our places and started going through various
exercises. Corey, Charlie, and I alternated between barbell exercises and
short cardio/abs workouts. A few minutes in, while we were holding planks,
I felt something warm on my exposed ass. Corey had crawled forward and
started eating my ass as I was planking.  "Hold your position," Master
Clark directed, as a moan left my mouth. During the next round, as we were
about to start some crunches, Charlie stripped off his shorts and
positioned his body over mine, dangling his large cock in front of my
face. Master Clark blew his whistle to indicate that we should start
crunches, and I realized what Charlie wanted me to do. I took his dick in
my mouth each time I raised my head, and he began to pinch my nipples.

This continued at each station. The lacrosse guys modified my workouts so
they could access my ass or mouth. At the free weights, while I was doing
dumbbell bench presses, Hayden and Brian each grabbed a dumbbell and set
them aside. As I started to get off the bench, Hayden pressed me down. He
pulled my head backward off the bench, took his dick out of his shorts, and
began fucking my face. I felt Brian pushing my legs out and up, opening my
ass for him to fuck it. They fucked my two holes for several minutes,
before Master Taylor blew the whistle for us to move on.

At the machines, while I was working my triceps, I curved my back to help
isolate the muscle group. When I started the first movement, I felt a
finger enter my ass. Zach was behind me, and he rubbed my prostate as I
tried to continue the exercise. Halfway through the set, he replaced his
finger with his cock. On the fourth or fifth thrust, he put me over the
edge. I let the triceps grip go, and the cable machine pulled it away from
me. My cum filled the pouch of my jockstrap and began to leak out the
sides.

"Fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK," Zach screamed as my ass tightened around his
cock, pushing him to orgasm inside me. I moaned as I felt him keep
pounding, fucking his cum further inside me. Nolan walked over and pulled
down my jockstrap, exposing my shriveling post-orgasm cock and the load I
had emptied into the jockstrap pouch. He placed his hand on the outside of
the pouch and lifted it to my mouth. I opened my mouth, ready to eat my
cum, but Nolan smeared the cum down my face and onto my chest. He threw my
jockstrap to the side and pushed me down to my knees.

"Time to make me cum, bitch," he declared, as he pulled out his cock and
shoved it into my mouth. My cock started hardening again as I sucked off
Nolan, who was close to cumming within a matter of minutes. By this time,
everyone else had finished their workouts and were gathering around,
cheering us on. Nolan grunted as he emptied the first volley of his seed
into my mouth. He pulled out, spray the rest on my face and shoulders.

"Don't make too much of a mess in my gym, boys," Master Taylor asked
jokingly. "You boys should take him to the showers for the rest of your
activities."

Charlie picked my up in his big arms and carried me to the showers. He
placed me in the middle of the shower room and left to undress. The other
guys entered, already naked, but didn't turn on the water.

"Mr. Taylor told us about the kind of showers you like, little pig boy,"
Hayden said as he started pissing on me. The other guys joined in one by
one, covering me in their sweet-smelling piss. When Nolan and Zach finished
up, they moved to showers on the outer sides of the poles and began
cleaning themselves, careful to keep any clean water away from me. Corey
kneeled down and pulled my face onto his cock, while Hayden lifted up my
ass so he could fuck it. Corey came first pulling out to cum on my face and
chest. I could barely catch my breath before he was replaced by Brian, who
forcefully shoved his cock down my throat.

I hear Hayden start to moan as he finished in my ass, pulling out to spray
the last bit of cum on my back. Brian finished shortly thereafter, filling
my throat with cum.

"I assume you like to eat cum too, you pig," he remarked, spitting in my
face as he got up.

"I love it, Sir," I replied, horny again and excited to keep serving these
hot guys.

There was one last person who needed to cum: Charlie. He hadn't come back
after he dropped me off in the showers, but I waited in the showers for him
even after the other five guys had finished up. Finally, he walked in.

"I'm a little more adventurous than the rest of my team," he stated as he
walked over to me. "I like fucking my girls outside, and I figured that
you'd probably enjoy it to, based on what your Masters have all told me."

I nodded "yes" as he lifted me up onto my feet. He towered over me and had
at least a hundred pounds on me, all of it muscle. He had kept his workout
clothes on: loose shorts through which I could see a cock the size of a
water bottle and a shirt with the sides and part of the back cut out. He
grabbed me by the waist and lifted me to his chest, instructing me to wrap
my arms around his neck and my legs around his back. He carried me, still
covered in piss and cum, out the side door of the gym and into the golden
light of the late evening.

Luckily, the gym was a stand-alone building, previously used as a
warehouse. Charlie walked me around to the back of the building, which
faced a corn field. Still carrying me, he pushed my back up against the
wall of the building and pushed his shorts and underwear down with one
hand. He positioned his cock on my open asshole and started entering me as
his other hand let me fall further onto his cock. I had never had anyone
this deep inside me, and it felt wonderful. I leaned my head back against
the wall as Charlie started to piston his giant cock in and out of my ass,
rubbing up against my prostate and causing me to moan in passion.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he stated, as he looked
into my eyes. He leaned toward me and closed his eyes. It took me a second
to realize what was happening. I closed my eyes too and leaned into the
kiss. Of all the lacrosse guys, Charlie was the one I had fantasized about
the most. I couldn't believe he was kissing me, a cum- and piss-covered pig
slave. Charlie continued fucking and kissing me as the sky darkened and the
sun began to set. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. He
was holding me up with his strong body and his giant cock.

Finally, he leaned back from the kisses moved his hands lower on my
waist. He quickened up, and I knew he was close to cumming. I moaned as he
fucked me even faster, and I felt his cock spasm inside me, filling me with
his seed. He grunted as he pushed the last bit of cum into my ass, and then
he kissed me again as he picked me up off his cock and set me on my
feet. He continued to kiss me, and I stood on my toes to kiss him
back. After a minute of kissing, Charlie broke away to pull up his shorts.

"Wait here for a minute or two, then come around front," he instructed, as
he walked back around to the front of the building. I wondered who would
still be here and how I would end up getting home tonight. I heard a truck
turn on and shift into drive, speeding off. After waiting another minute, I
walked around to the front of the building.

Everyone's cars were gone.

Darkness had enveloped the sky, with the only light from the moon and the
security lights in the front of the building. Still naked, I was conscious
about being seen by someone driving by. I looked around for any clues left
about where everyone had gone, but I couldn't see anything. Then, I noticed
a small white item on the ground right under the security light. It was a
pair of my whitey tighties.

I walked over and picked it up, standing fully naked under the security
light. The whitey tighties had been marked like one of the other pairs, but
this one just had "gym slave" written all over the waistband. As I went to
pick up the underwear, I noticed a piece of paper underneath. I picked it
up, still holding my whitey tighties in my hand.

"Great job today, slave," it read, in Master Taylor's handwriting. "You
worked hard and served all of your Masters as well as some of your new
friends. We've got a lot more to do before the big party this weekend, but
I think you deserve a little relaxation. Master Tim will let you know our
plans for tomorrow when you get home. No one wanted to take you, covered in
cum and piss, in their car, so it looks like you'll be getting an extra
work out in."

I looked forward to the relaxation, but the task of getting home was still
ahead of me. I put on the whitey tighties to cover myself up, only to
discover that the sides been cut out. They kept my cock and ass covered, so
they would be fine. I had to get home, and I was barefoot as well. I had an
idea of how to make it home, and I started off, staying off the road near
the edge of the corn field.

I jogged for about 15 minutes, making it the intersection where the road
the gym was on intersected with the road that ran by the woods behind my
house. As I approached the intersection, a truck sped up behind me. I
started to head into the corn field, but I heard a familiar voice
shouting. It was Zach, in the truck with Nolan as well.

"Look at you, pathetic slave boy," Zach shouted. "You're nothing
anymore. Just a warm body for us to use as we please."

"And I think we wanna get a little more use out of you, boy," Nolan added.

They pulled the truck over and got out. Zach pulled my underwear off,
exposing me to the world again, and lined his cock up to my ass. Still
lubricated with multiple guys' cum, his cock slid right in. Nolan pulled
out his phone and started taking video of Zach fucking me by the truck. I
wanted to yell at Nolan not to video this, but part of me was ok with it
happening. Who knows who would see the video. Millions of horny guys could
cum, watching me get fucked outside.

After a few minutes, Zach started grunting and pushed his cock as far
inside me as he could. I felt it spasm as it painted my insides with
cum. No sooner had Zach pulled out than Nolan had entered me, using Zach's
cum as more lube. He kept fucking me as Zach bent down to pick up my
underwear.

"I really like how these looked on you, slave boy," he said. "You know, I'm
the one who suggested we cut out the sides. Now that I've seen it on you, I
think we need a little bit more modification."

Zach grabbed a pocketknife out of his truck and pressed it into the bottom
part of the underwear. He ran the knife along the width of them, separating
the front and back into two separate flaps. The whitey tighties were now
more like a loincloth.

Nolan's breath quickened as he pulled out of my ass and shoved his cock all
the way in. I yelped, and I fell to the ground. He followed, laying on top
of me and fucking me into the dirt. I was pressed fully into the ground,
with some dirt sticking to the areas that were still wet from the cum and
piss. Nolan finally orgasmed, pulling out to spray his cum over my ass and
back. He and Zach then began pissing on me as I lay in the dirt. As they
pulled up their shorts and started to move toward the truck, they both spit
on me as well.

"You're nothing but a dirty pig slave," Nolan remarked, chuckling. "This is
what you were really meant to do."

As they drove away, Zach threw my underwear into the middle of the
intersection. With night fully set in, the streetlights of the intersection
felt like a stage. I made sure no cars were coming from either direction
before running out to grab my underwear. I put them on, and despite being
cut into a loincloth, they still felt like they provided enough coverage
not to make me completely obscene. The fact that I was covered in cum,
piss, and dirt, however, gave me away.

I kept in the shadows as I jogged the rest of the way home, as my loincloth
tended to flap in the breeze as it wished. I made my way through the forest
behind the woods, arriving at the back of my house. I could see Master Tim
inside the back door, so I knocked politely.

"I'm glad to see you made it back, boy," he stated. "Let's get you cleaned
up."

He grabbed the hose and washed me down, then led me inside the shed I had
been staying in. He pointed to a bowl on the ground that was filled with
what looked like the shakes I'd been eating. Hungry from the long day, I
ate it quickly, slurping up every last drop. After I finished, I noticed
that all the underwear Master Tim had taken were set out on my cot.

"You've more than earned those back, boy," Master Tim declared. "Take care
of them, as it seems like this is all the underwear you have left, and they
tend to have a habit of getting destroyed. Now get to sleep. You'll get a
little break tomorrow, but we still have to wake up early for you to work
out at the gym and work the morning shift."

"Yes, Sir," I responded, adding "Thank You, Sir," to the end. I looked at
the four pairs of whitey tighties I now had. They were all changed in some
way from their state less than a week ago: two were soiled, one was marked
with "gym slave," cut up, and soiled, and the only clean paid had my
servitude showcased on the waistband with the words "these WHITEY TIGHTIES
and the SLAVE BOY in them belong to MASTER TAYLOR."

I smiled, appreciating how much I had changed since meeting Master Taylor.
I put the clean pair of whitey tighties onto my now-clean body, laid down
on my cot, and fell promptly asleep.

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