Date: Sun, 14 May 2023 18:53:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: picked-up-a-hitcher-Chapter 24

Picked Up a Hitcher 24


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Story:


After my doggie show at Ja's apartment, Master Ricky did what he said and
fucked my ass using the cum loads in my ass for lube.  A good fraction of
it was from King the giant rottweiler.


Master Ricky: "The men wore your pussy out.  So fucking wet and loose.  I
guess taking a big dog knot stretched you out good.  Too good.  You're too
loose to be a good fuck.  Show me your toys.  A horny cumdump like you must
have great pussy toys for when a real man is not willing to fuck your
hungry hole."


I did have toys, but not a big collection like Master Ricky was thinking.
A plastic dick is a poor substitute for a real man's dick.  I need to
please a man and make him cum, and I can't do that with a dildo, but I
showed him my three butt toys.  A six-inch thin vibrator, an average 6"
dildo, and a 3" bullet-shaped butt plug.


Master Ricky: "Boy, that is pathetic. You will do better.  A faggot slave
should have toys for his master to use on him when he wants to play with a
gash like you.  I'll send you a list of supplies to buy that I can use to
make bondage equipment and butt toys for you. Custom-made is what I'll use
on you.  In the meantime, I think I'll buy you a present.  Something
special so you know what kind of pussy toys I'll make for you.  I know just
what will make you moan like the whore you are, a fantasy 8" dog dildo with
a big knot at the end that you can pop in and out of your pussy lips."


I must have made a face because Master Ricky was not pleased.


Master Ricky: "YOU DON'T Like my idea!  I offered you a gift.  UNGRATEFUL
BITCH!.  If a dog toy isn't good enough for you, I'll buy you a 9-inch
dragon dildo.  A monster with ridges as thick as your thumb and a knot as
thick as your fist.  You will love it or I'll create something truly cruel
to make your pussy bleed like a virgin hole."


FUCK he scares me when he is like this.  As good as he has been to me, I've
had a taste of his cruel nature, and I don't ever want to see more.  I
don't care what I have to do, I'll find a way to love whatever Master Ricky
puts in me.


Master Ricky stirred the cum in my sore hole with my dildo till he forced a
whimper out of me.  I made a lot more noise when he replaced the dildo with
his thicker longer cock.  He churned the cum in me like a jackhammer then
rotated his hips to stretch my hurting ass ring even more.  My pussy lips
hurt, but he was hitting all the right spots inside me too.  Fuck, it hurt,
but I needed to cum and he was pushing me to the edge.  The more noise I
made, the more verbal he got as we fed off each other.


 Master Ricky: "Cum hungry slut.  Can't get enough? Five BBCs and a
rottweiler aren't enough to fill your greedy cunt.  Am I hurting you?  Fuck
yea, I am, and you are fucking begging for my load.  You need me inside you
even when I give you pain.  Got to have my nut?  Your hole is a loose
sloppy gash.  You've been fucked so hard, you can't even tighten up enough
to make me cum.  I should just pull out, beat your ass, and beat my meat to
get off.  Is that what you want?  Tell me bitch what do you want?"


Me: "Master No!  Don't pull out!  I want to make you cum.  Master, sorry I
am so worn out and loose.  Master, I'll make my cunt tight again soon, just
please don't pull out.  MASTER, DP me.  Fucking stuff my hole with a dildo
to make it tight enough to fuck."


Master Ricky: "Boy, that will hurt like hell.  Might even rip you.  Once I
start, nothing will make me stop till I cum in your ass.  Is that what you
want?


Me: " Master PLEASE!"


Even a cumdump's hole has limits.  This hurt as bad as the gang rape in the
park had, but I was sober now with nothing to dull the pain.  To say the
least, Master Ricky was not slow and gentle.  He packed my hole with both
my dildos then slammed his own longer and thicker dick into me balls deep.
He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in over and over.  I wanted
to be good, but I couldn't.  I begged him to stop and he ignored me.  I
begged him to slow down and I struggled to move off him.  He gripped both
my wrists and lulled my ass back onto his thick meat.  Master Ricky is a
cock master.  Even with my struggle, he still it all the right places
inside me.  What some fags say about "hurting good" is a load of crap, but
he did make me cum while he tortured my hole with his dick and my dildos.
My overstretched muscles contracted as I came, and my contractions were
pure pleasure to my Master and pain to me.  I think I blacked out for a few
seconds then I felt Master Ricky cumming in me, He fucking roared.


Master Ricky: "GOOD FUCKING BOY!"


That was pleasure to my ears. My pussy was gapping and Master Ricky's cum
ran out of me after he pulled his dick and the fake dicks out of me.  I
worried as I collapsed into sleep if my pussy would ever recover.


The next morning, I was pleasantly surprised that my hole was tight again
as I finger fucked myself in the shower.  As I promised Master, I google
ways to get tighter and found exercises I could do to make my pelvic floor
muscles stronger.  I started that day, working my cunt muscles as I sat at
my desk.  Soon the pussy exercises were an automatic habit.  I didn't ever
want to be too loose for Master Ricky to fuck.


I had a great three months at work and outside work while Mark was gone to
rehab.  I served Master Morgan at work and Master Ricky at home.  Luckiest
faggot slave alive with two good Masters.  I was their good boy and loved
it even when it hurt.  Morgan had his poker parties almost every week, and
the party always ended in his playroom.  Masters Morgan and Ricky and their
friends played hard and rough.  The other slave boys and I always got pain
and humiliation, but sometimes we were allowed to cum too.  Master Morgan's
playroom was equipped almost like a movie set with cameras and lights.  He
had all the usual and best BDSM and SM gear, and Master Ricky often brought
his custom bondage and torture creations too.  The men invited to Master
Morgan's parties were never disappointed with the sex slaves or the
experience.  I always went with a mixture of excitement and fear.  I wanted
desperately to please Master Ricky and Morgan, but I'm not a pain pig or a
raunch pig, so I feared Master Ricky too.  Still, I was more satisfied than
I had ever been in my life.  All good things come to an end.


Mark came back from rehab looking like a Greek god.  He had always been
handsome, tall, and well-built, but now he was tan and ripped too.  He must
have spent all of his time in rehab in the gym.  He had fucked up his life
big time, and he came out of it looking like an action hero and his job was
waiting for him.  It must be fucking great to be him.  Seeing him tied my
gut in knots.  He still had a hold on me somehow.  He would never be out of
my head.  My body responded too.  What faggot wouldn't?  My dicklet
struggled in its cage when I saw him again.  Mark walked right past me
without a word.  In fact, he ignored me completely for two weeks.  It was
kind of a relief and cruel too.  We were best friends for years before I
was his slave, so being ghosted hurt.  When he was finally forced to
interact with me on a major project, he acted like we were strangers, like
we were nothing.  Being used as his urinal and ass wipe wasn't as cruel as
being treated like nothing.  I dealt with it, and Mark thrived for the next
two months. Addictions are hard to beat.  It looked like rehab had worked,
and Mark had beaten his addictions.


I knew something was up when Master Ricky told me we were going to Master
Morgan's place for a game, and Mark would be there.  Gambling was one of
Mark's problems, and he had not been to the poker games for months.
Another odd thing, the usual men were there, Mac, Red, Scott, and Vincent,
but not any of the boy slaves.  Usually, I'd be playing with another slave
or servicing a man, but there were no slaves, and no man was interested in
my service.  I found a corner and tried to be invisible while everyone
seemed to be waiting for something.


Mark looked like shit when he came in.  Sure he was handsome and still had
the body of a bodybuilder, but his face was puffy and he had bags and dark
circles under his eyes.  His eyes were open too wide somehow.  He was high
again.  It was obvious.


Master Ricky: "I stopped by your apartment and picked up something you
forgot."


Master Ricky presented a small carry-on bag.  Mark went ballistic and
lunged for Master Ricky.  The Men were ready and he was forced into a chair
and held down.  Mark could easily have taken down one or two of the guys,
but not all of them.


Mark: "YOU broke into my place!"  Give me that."


Master Ricky: "No you invited me in, and I noticed dangerous items and was
forced to do a thorough search.  I have impeccable witnesses to prove it.


Mark: "Bullshit!


Master Ricky: "Prove it.  Who will believe a relapsed junkie?


Mark winced at the word "junkie"


Master Morgan: "Months of extremely expensive rehab failed, now it's time
for some tough love.  You know what kind of love I give.  We'll break your
addictions as we break you.  In case you haven't figured it out.  This is
an intervention, not a poker party."


Mark spewed obscenities and threats, but he was held down and gagged with
difficulty.  I think I was the only one afraid of Mark at that moment..


Master Ricky: "You have two choices, you can submit and willingly sign a
power of attorney and conservatorship papers, and Morgan and I will own
you, body and mind, till your debts are paid and you are cured, or I take
you down to 201 Poplar Ave and book you on felony possession with intent to
distribute.  Remember what I told the young virgin jock you?  You helped us
rape him?  Everything I told him goes double for you.  I'll pull in favors
to make sure you never get bail.  I'll get my guard buddies to move you
around the country jail so all the cell blocks get a chance to enjoy your
beautiful muscled ass.  You put in countless hours of exercise to get that
perfect body and fuckable ass.  Every inmate will want a piece of your ass.
20 or 30 BBC every day for months till you go to state prison.  Your ass
will permanently gape open and someone will nock out your front teeth.  Or
maybe you will meet one of Ja's men in jail first and have an accident.
Five deaths in the county jail just this year.  I can't believe you were
stupid enough to borrow money from Ja.  What do you think he is going to do
to you when you can't pay him back?  You'd be lucky if he just kills you
and gets it over with.  Ask you little buddy what kind of kinky shit Ja is
into"


Master Morgan: "He's too stupid to think, so we'll think for him.  All of
us, well take care of him, just like we take care of all of our boys."


What the men, the Masters, were really proposing, finally sank into Mark's
drug-addled brain.  He went ballistic again and Red had to calm him down
with a backhand so hard it probably loosened his teeth.


Master Vincent: "You probably don't know this, but I specialize in medical
power of attorney, financial power of attorney, and conservator agreements
that work to gather to legally enslave a person.  Well, not technically a
slave but more than close enough and legally binding.  Ethical?  Hell no,
but legal and profitable.  You will sign willingly if you have any brains
left and want to live."


Mark: "How long?  Forever!?"


Morgan: "No.  We are your friends.  Just till you pay everything off and
prove you are cured.  How much did you borrow from Ja for what is in the
case?  How much do you owe the bookies?"


Mark: "$50K to the bookies and $40k to Ja" Master Ricky: "Are you out of
your fucking mind?  Do you have any idea how much you will have to pay Ja
back?  You disrespected him.  He is probably already looking for you and
won't take less than $100K Fucking idiot.  Morgan, can you help me scrap up
enough to pay Ja back right away before it gets worse?"


Master Morgan: "Yes, but he doesn't make enough to pay us back with
interest and penalties.  We'll have to whore him out to help pay it all
off, and even with that it will take a year or two.  Mark, you are an
idiot, you will be paying with your body and submission for a year at
least.  Maybe if you're a good boy, when it is over, you will be cured.
Let's get the paperwork done and bust this cherry.  Been waiting to harvest
it so long."


Something Masters Morgan and Ricky said seemed to break Mark's resistance.
He signed the documents without protest.  All the men witnessed the
signature.  A Doctor even came by to sign some of the papers.  Seven men
looked at Mark like wolves look at a fresh kill.  The only question was who
would take the cherries.


Master Morgan: "Cut cards for it?"


Master Ricky: "You bet"


Master Ricky won with the queen of diamonds.


Master Morgan: "I guess you want his ass cherry?"


Master Ricky: "Sure, I want both actually, but you are the one he insulted
all those months ago.  You came up with the plan that got us this piece of
straight ass.  It is only fair your cock is the first past his ass lips.  I
have a compromise solution.  He'll open wide for me and my dick will be the
one he sucks.  My cock will be the first down his gagging throat.  You work
3" of your 9.5 into his ass and make it a pussy.  You take the first virgin
territory, then we DP the pussy and take the last 4.5" of his virginity
together."


Master Morgan: "DP him on his first time.  We might tear him."


Master Ricky: "Strong straight ass like his can take it.  If he does ripe,
I know a guy that can stitch him back up.  Even add some "husband stitches"
so his pussy so will feel tighter and better.  Better for us anyway.  Come
on, you know you want to.  We'll make him scream like a teenage virgin at a
donkey show."


Master Morgan: "Deal"


Mark didn't give his cherries away, not after hearing Masters Morgan and
Ricky's bargain.  He fought hard all the way to the playroom, but there
were too many strong men even for Mark.  He didn't accomplish a damn thing
except add to the men's entertainment and anticipation.  They all knew
Mark, so they knew they were about to take 100% real strait ass.  Sweet.


He was put on his back on a leather bench, and his hands were tied above
his head.  Mark has very strong tree trunk legs, so it took all of the men
to raise, spread, and tie his legs.  All the struggling was pointless.  He
ended up bound with his legs in the air like so many fuck toys had before.
His hairy small brown hole was exposed and vulnerable.  His terrified face
was at crotch level.  Most of the men already had their phones out to
record the scene.  Morgan's playroom had cameras too of coarse.


Master Ricky: "Open up bitch.  You know what you signed up for."


He shook his head and refused.  Master Morgan used a motivational tool that
I had never seen used on a human, a real full-powered cattle prod.  Mark
had always been a bull of a man, but the cattle prod was designed to
control 2000 pounds of a real bull.  He jerked so hard I thought he might
break bones when the spark struck between his balls and his ass hole.  He
opened wide before Master Morgan decided to give him a second jolt to his
taint.


 Master Ricky: "Good bitch, suck my cock.  Look me in the eye when you suck
my dick.  Use more tongue if you don't want the prod again.  Morgan will
shock you till your taint is raw if you don't get with the program.  How is
your first taste of precum?  Like it?  Get used to it because your handsome
face looks so good with my dick in your mouth.  Going to open up your
throat now.  Gag all you want, but if I feel teeth, your balls will feel
the cattle prod."


Even with all my practice, I have some trouble deep-throating Mater Ricky's
10 inches.  Mark did not have any choice, and he gaged and slobbered as the
thick meat was pushed down his throat.  As I watched, I thought about how I
felt when Morgan had me at gunpoint and Mark had forced his fat long cock
down my throat.  I felt sorry for him.


Master Morgan: "Stop fucking his throat, I want his ass, and you don't want
to be between his teeth when I split his pussy lips.  Look up, Mark.  Look
at my face while I make you a bitch.  Like I told you way back in Dallas
when you were still a man "Busting a pussy boy open with just spit lube
makes sure he feels every inch and never forgets it.  It will hurt less if
you relax.  I don't know.  I'm not a bitch."  Give me your hole.  Push out
and open your hole for me, Mark."


Master Morgan used my throat to coat his cock with spit and fag slim.  He
hocked up a wade of his own saliva for Mark's ass hole.  He pushed his dick
head past Mark's ass lips incredibly slowly.  A rare experience and
pleasure too precious to rush.


Master Morgan: "Chris use your oral skills to make his cock hard.  A virgin
only gets one first time, and her clit should be swollen."


He popped his cock head in and out of the ass ring several times.  Each
time he sank his thick rod in Mark deeper.  Mark's dick betrayed him and
responded to my tongue and suction as it always has, rock hard, throbbing,
and dripping.


Master Morgan: "Your fuck chute is gripping me tight.  Even tighter than I
expected.  How can such a big muscle man have such a sweet tight little
hole?  Yea, starting to like it?  You're flexing around meat, I want to ram
in you balls deep now, but a deal is a deal.  I'm going to back out of you,
and you are going to do just what you are told."


Master Ricky held the cattle prod tip close to Mark's face so he could see
the electric arc between the electrodes.  The fight in Mark was frightened
away, he did just what they said, and they positioned him to get DPed.
Master Morgan was on his back and Mark was laying face-up on Master
Morgan's chest.  Master Morgan had generously coated his steel hard rod
with Swiss Navy Silicone lube.  Master Ricky had done the same.  Both men
had their weapon tips pressed against Mark's hairy tiny little hole.  The
terror on his face reminded me of a bitch in a slasher movie.  It was not
like Mark could run.  Master Morgan had his arms looped over Mark's elbow,
and the men held his legs tightly, and spread incredibly wide.  Mark's
martial arts training had not saved him from these men, but it did make him
as limber and a gymnast.  Before that night was over, the men would bend,
stretch and fuck him in every imaginable position.


Master Ricky: One of you guys put poopers under his nose.  I know we are
getting him off drugs, but we'll make an exception for poppers.  Give him
another huge hit, get him poppered up good, so his hole will relax.  After
all, I'm not cruel."


Everyone laughed hard when he said that


Master Morgan: "On three.  One, two, three."


Both of them rammed their dicks forward.  Maybe 6" of both fat ridge cocks
were inside Mark before his clinched muscles and friction slowed the pace
to a crawl.  Mark could not scream at first.  He did not have any air left
in his lungs.  He just moved his mouth and made gasping noises.  The
Masters didn't wait for him, but they kept relishing the feeling of prying
open virgin pussy.  They seemed to take turns inching into new territory,
one cock head leapfrogging over the other.  When he could, Mark screamed
and then begged.


Mark: "TAKE THEM OUT!  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, Morgan.  PLEASE!"


Master Morgan had an almost insane grin and answered "Yes, Fortunato, For
the love of God" Master Ricky laughed as did a couple of others, so the
Edgar Allen Poe quote was familiar to some of the group.  I remembered the
story too, and that and the look on Master Morgan's face scared me more
than anything.  Mark kept begging.  What else could he do?  Mark only
paused begging when someone gave him another hit of poppers.


When all of Mark's fuck chute was conquered and full, the Masters began to
fuck him.  They worked like a machine, a 2-cycle engine, twin pistons
firing in tandem.  Well, oiled pistons always moving past each other in and
sealed tight against the wall of Mark's fuck chute.


Master Ricky: "Chris, squeeze your head in and get his clit back in your
mouth.  I want him to remember he had a hard-on the first time he was used
by men.  He can never say he didn't love it.  Our new bitch has an open
hole, one of you guys crowd in and fuck it."


Vincent was quick and had his relatively thin but long uncut cock in first.
The angle was bad, but everyone was too horny to care.  Vincent fucked
Mark's mouth as deep as possible and slapped his head when needed to keep
him sucking.  Vincent came mostly in his mouth, but painted some on his
face.  I know for a fact Master Ricky can fuck forever when he wants to,
but he bred Mark right after Vincent had finished.  I think he just didn't
want to bogart the new slave.  Master Morgan was not so generous.


Master Morgan: Next.  Side in next to me.  You have to feel how tight he
is.  Tightest pussy I've ever been in."


Everyone did find out how tight Mark's double-stuffed pussy was, at least
once.  Everyone got to see Mark's handsome face stuffed with their cock
too.  Mark was poppered out of his mind and tasted everyone's cum and his
own ass repeatedly.  The last one to get to Mark's fuck holes was me.
Master Rick ordered me to make out with Mark's sloppy, cum dripping pussy
hole.  My tongue had never slipped so easily up Mark's ass.


Master Morgan: "Kiss your slave brother's pussy, deep sloppy kiss.  Stir
the cum we dumped in that hole.  You fucking love this.  Mark, push, push
out our loads into your little buddy's sucking mouth.  Chris, you greedy
faggot, don't swallow.  Good.  Now give your best friend a kiss, right on
the mouth.  Share the cum.  Give Mark a sloppy French kiss, you have been
dying to kiss him since you first meet him.


Master Ricky: I never, I mean never, thought I would see Mark making out
with another dude.  A fucking snowball kiss too.  Damn Morgan, your plan
worked out perfectly.  When you told me last year that you would pay him
back, I never thought you would go this far or could pull it off.  You are
a genius, a sick twisted genius.


No one played poker.  That night was all about Mark and Mark's
intervention.  I wonder if he thought getting high was worth the pain, his
last shred of dignity, and his freedom?  Time would tell if Marks's
friend's tough "love" and discipline would cure him.  I know for sure they
put everything they had into fucking and breaking him.

Author's note:


I live in Memphis. I love hearing from my readers and especially love to
hear from readers in the greater Memphis area.  Thanks to all the readers
who have given me story ideas.  Your ideas made Chris's story much more
exciting.  There will be one last chapter to close Chris's story.  I plan
to close all my open story lines in the next few months, and start a new
series with a different tone and feel to most of my other writings.  Ideas
and suggestions welcomed.  Links below are to some of my other stories.


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dominated-by-boss-son/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/memphis-master/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/pussyboy-used-by-father-and-son


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/daddy-faggot-slave/


https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/enslave-boss-after-the-apocalypse/