Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 04:14:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Stretch <rockonmr2010@yahoo.com>
Subject: gym jock's bitch (part 5)

This is story about sex between men. If you are a minor or it is illegal
for you to read this, leave now. Otherwise, enjoy!

Gym Jock's Bitch, Part 5

	When my master was done fucking the sub boy in room 315, he took me
to the "shaving room" of this Chicago bath house. It had two barber chairs
that were more like OB/GYN exam chair, with stirrups for feet, so you could
expose a boi's ass for trimming or shaving. There was one bear cub there
with his master really getting humiliated. The bear was a muscled 250 pound
hairy stud, wearing only a leather harness, chaps and cock ring. The cub
was about 25 years old, a little chubby, maybe 220 pounds and very
hairy. His master was waxing his hair off. The cub was in tears, wimpering
and being forced to chant, "Thank you sir!" each time the bear would rip a
wax strip off the cub's ass cheeks. My master strapped me into the second
barber chair and just told me to watch and learn. My master leaned back
against me, pinching my nipples and occassionally running his hands through
my soon to removed head hair, as he talked to the bear.
	"I like how you make him really feel his de-foliage. Maybe I'll let
my pig's hair grow a little and wax him next time."
	"Yeah," the bear replied. "I actually like a cub in training to
have closely groomed hair, but this bitch is being punished. When I was
whipping him earlier, his teeth made too much contact on my buddy's cock,
so this is his punishment and humiliation. I'm glad you're here for the
show. It helps keep the humiliation that much more heightened."
	"How much hair are you waxing off of him?" my master asked.
	"All of it. I've started with his butt and balls, but he's got a
really hairy back too. That should be fun. You can help me on his legs,
arms and chest if you want. It will take a lot of was strips to make this
bitch smooth."
	"I'd love to help you out, man!" was all my master said. He stepped
up and started waxing hair off the cub's nipples and chest, giving no
warning or comfort when he'd make that sudden rip. The cub was crying a
steady stream of tears now, with no erections what so ever. But he'd really
cry out in a bellow as either my master or his would rip another hair strip
off of him. This went on for 30 minutes, while I waited anxiously, wishing
I could somehow comfort this boi, glad as hell that it was not me in that
chair.
	"Let's flip him over and do his back together," his master said. My
master helped remove his straps from ankles and wrists, and they made him
kneel on a low table next to the chair. When they finished, the poor cub
was red all over like a sunburn, but it was just his poor skin reacting to
all the waxing. His master had a raging hard on the whole time. When he
seemed satisfied that his cub was now naked, he said, "Well boi, lets see
if you learned your lesson. Suck my cock. If I feel so much as a hint of
your teeth on my cock, I'll have you castrated!"
	My master took this time to turn on a pair of electric clipper and
trim my thick head of hair, while he watched the nude cub suck eagerly with
frightened eyes on his master's fat cock. I watched in the mirror as my
last vestiage of independence and vanity was removed from my head. Now I
really looked like a twink. How was I ever going to explain this to my
fellow workers back home? I felt truly owned and defeated now.
	When the Bear Master was close, he told his cub to open up and hold
his cum on his tongue. Just as I was balded, the Bear blew a huge load on
his cub's tongue and squeezed out a huge, thick load of spooge. My master
started to unstrap me, and told me to go over and swap come with the cub
boi. I kneeled in front of the cub, who still had snot and tears on his
face, and we started snowballing the thick cum between our mouths. This cub
seemed comforted by my kissing, so we lightly touched each other's heads
and chests as we made out, making sure to show the cum on our tongues to
our two masters, who kept leaning in close to inspect that we did not
swallow this load. Every minute or so, my master or the bear would tell one
of us to "open wide" and he's hork a huge gob of spit into our
mouths. Finally, the bear said, "We have to be getting my cub to his
piercing and tattoo appointment. You pigs can swallow that now."
	We separated our tongues and mouths, and I felt sad to leave this
boi's embrace. His mouth and his master's cum felt so comforting after the
humiliation of having my hair cut off.
	The Bear led his cub away, and my master said, "Boi, look at your
ass in this mirror. Read all that you can see outloud."
	It was hard to make out all of the things he had written on my body
with indelible marker because I was seeing it in reverse image, but I did
read, "Sperm bank. Make a deposit. Breed me here. Make me your whore."
There were many other words, and an email address, for other tops to
remember and write about their encounters of using me tonight.
	"I think when we get home, I'll get SPERM BANK: MAKE A DEPOSIT
permanently tatooed on your ass cheeks. That will really be humiliating at
the gym in our town! But I bet you'll get lots of takers," my master said
with that evil smirk on his face.
	He led me back to our own room, which had a floor drain in the
middle of the room. "I want you on all fours over this drain, with your ass
facing the door. If anyone comes by and reads your ass, they are free to
make a deposit or use you however they want. If they choose to piss on you,
you take it, pig. If they want a blow job, you suck like your life depends
on it, cunt boi. I'm going to walk around and find some men to use you in
this all night orgy. You better drink as much cum and piss as you need,
because that is the only food or drink you're getting tonight until we
leave here tomorrow."
	With that, he left the room with the door wide open. I was a fuck
toy on all fours, being pimped out by my master, as I heard him walking
down the halls of a busy bath house, calling out, "Pig for use! Room 217!
He needs to be bred, Room 217!"
	I knew I was in for a night beyond my wildest imagination, and I
was totally scared shitless!

	I love your emails guys! Keep them coming!
	rockonmr2010@yahoo.com