Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 15:42:39 EST From: Neal Down Subject: I Like Hitting You 6 The following is purely a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years of age and above, and any resemblance to a real person is purely a coincidence. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or situations, or if you live in a place where reading such material is illegal, discontinue reading immediately, and think about moving to a place that values personal freedom. Please do not reprint without my approval. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. In the real world, there's a deadly virus called HIV. It can be contracted through unprotected sex. These characters are not real, but you are, so please protect yourself with condoms. Please feel free to e-mail BoySub33@Hotmail.com with any feedback or criticism. I Like Hitting You - Part 6 I spent the entire Saturday cleaning my Master's apartment and car, making sure that everything was done perfectly. I really didn't want to incur my Master's wrath after getting my ass both beaten and fucked royally. I had the butt plug up inside me for the apartment cleaning, as instructed by Ryan, but took it out when I left to go to the garage to do the car. I hoped he wouldn' t be mad about that. Like my Master, Ryan didn't need must to set him off. The whole day, Ryan's words echoed through my head: "We're gonna be spending this beautiful day boating and fishing and chilling with hot girls on the boat, while your punk ass will be inside doing chores and resting your sore pussy ass. It must suck to be you, fagboy." It didn't feel like it sucked to be me when I was enjoying one of these hot guy's cock in my hungry mouth and newly pussified ass, but some of the other stuff, like the humiliation, chores and physical discipline certainly sucked. I made sure to leave two hundred dollar bills on my Master's dresser as he instructed and left his apartment for home, where I immediately began napping. I woke to my Master's ringtone on my cell phone. Master was calling to praise me for the excellent job I did at his house, praise that I didn't expect. " You make a good maid, faggot. Why don't you go to the porn store and buy one of those French maid outfits for the next time I have you over here for your chores," said my Master. I agreed quickly. He then said "OK bitch, you may speak freely. How are you holding up? Were we too rough on your fuckhole today?" I was again surprised by my Master, and the concern he showed for my well being. "Well Sir, I don't think I will ever forget my first time being fucked. Your magnificent cock opened me up big time, and if I hadn't been used to taking a lot of pain back there from the spankings and whippings, I would never have been able to handle that rough a fucking," I said. "I was real sore when you let Ryan use my fuckhole, and he fucks real hard too. I'm just sore back there, but thank you for thinking about me." "No problem slave boy," he said. "You pleased me today, and my friends have really taken a liking to you. I'm probably going to start taking you out on the boat when there aren't any girls around." My Master went on about how the girls got real drunk and how all three guys ended up getting laid. At the end of the story he surprised be for the third time. Well, I've got to get ready for my date with Amanda. We're going to this awesome restaurant," he said chuckling, probably about the fact that I was paying for his date. "I' m in such a good mood faggot that I'm going to allow you to ask me for one thing and one thing only. If you want to jerk off looking at my picture, or go suck off Mike, or go to a fag bar and get your slave pecker sucked, just ask." I really didn't know what to say. Was he testing me, trying to see if I wanted other men besides him, or was he really giving me a free pass for the night? "Master, thank you for your generosity, but all I really want is to please you," I said. My Master laughed and said "Wow, you've really turned into the perfect slave boy, faggot. You're having a good day bitch, because that 's a good answer. I'll tell you what, go out somewhere tonight, and if you can meet a guy who wants to use you, you may give yourself to him. Just remember that no one gets in your ass without a rubber, and you must tell the guy that you're a slave boy." I started to thank my Master when he ended the phone call. I went back to my nap thinking how wonderful and considerate my Master was to me. After a nice nap, I got up, showered, dressed and headed out for a drink at around midnight. I really didn't want to go to a gay bar, since none of the guys there could remotely compete with my Master, so I just drove around, thinking about the day. As I headed near the airport, I remembered that my Master wanted me to have a French maid outfit, so I headed over to the porn store. In the door, I headed over to the fetish area, not seeing the same clerk as the other day. As I checked out the different outfits, I felt a slight tap on my backside. Turning quickly, I saw Brad, smiling broadly, with a riding crop in his hand and a backpack slung over his shoulder. "Hey, man, how's it going?" Brad said, keeping the crop against my ass. Brad and I exchanged small talk, and he asked about how I liked the paddle he selected for me. "My Master seemed to like it, Sir," I said, head down. Brad slapped my ass with the riding crop again, this time for real, and said "I guess that's what really matters when you're a slave, right?" I nodded in agreement. "What way are you heading," he asked, as he put the crop back on its rack. I told him I was heading back to town, and he took the outfit from my hand and put it in his backpack. "Let's go, boy, you can drop me off at the campus, " he said as he walked toward the exit. I followed Brad out the store and we got into my car and headed off into town. "Working Saturday night really sucks. I usually go out Saturdays to try to get laid. What did you do today?" he asked. Red faced, I told Brad about my day, as he spread his legs wider in the passenger seat. Brad reached over and tousled my hair. "Listen man, I like getting my dick sucked as much as the next guy, but I'm not going to abuse you," he said calmly. "How about we go to my place and you can suck on my big cock while I check out this new porn I just got from the store." I nodded, and he reached over, grabbed my right hand, and placed it on his bulge. After all the rough stuff I had been subjected to lately, I began to warm up to a nice calm evening servicing a young college jock. As I lightly played with his cock, Brad directed me to his place, a big brick house on Frat Circle. "It's pretty quiet here in the summer, with just the guys taking summer classes," he said while guiding me into the house. We didn't see anyone as he brought me down into the basement where there was a big media room with a huge flat screen TV. Brad pointed to the floor in front of a big recliner as he popped a DVD into the player and lowered the lights. I got onto my knees and Brad reached for my head, pulling my face down into his crotch. "Did you ask your Master if you could suck my big cock?" he said as he pushed harder on the top of my head. "I have permission, Sir. The only rule is that anyone who fucks my ass has to use a rubber," I said. "Good" he grunted as he opened up his jeans, presenting his rock hard cock to my lips. "Start sucking, and don't stop till I tell you to." I took the kid's cock into my mouth, sucking greedily. Brad pulled me off his cock and held me by the sides of my head. "Do you want to see what we do with the sluts we get down here?" he asked. I nodded, and he let go of my head and walked past me, his big, hard cock bobbing in front of him as he held onto his jeans. Brad pulled back a tarp to uncover a wooden stand. It was around waist high, with a leather top, like a weight bench, and two raised arms on the front and two lower pads in the back, also wrapped in leather, with cuffs in the front and straps in the back. "Take your clothes off and hop on, boy," Brad said to me as he patted the bench. I quickly stripped and lay onto the bench with my forearms resting on the front pads and shins on the back pads. Brad stepped in front of me and again dropped his pants, presenting his half hard cock again to my lips. I took him into my mouth, as he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. "I hope you don't mind, but I don't like fags looking at me when I get sucked off," he said while rubbing my shoulders and lightly fucking my mouth. I mumbled "OK" around his cock as I sucked. His strong hands felt great massaging my shoulders, and he rubbed down my arms too. This was a little different sensation for me after being used so roughly, and I slipped into a very relaxed state, reaching up with my right hand, jerking and sucking his thick cock deeply into my throat by bobbing forward with my head. Brad grabbed my wrist and brought my arm back down onto the pad saying, "I hope you don't mind but I like my blowjobs `Mouth Only.' I felt metal hitting my wrist and heard a click. Brad cuffed my right hand to the bench, and he quickly reached over me to do the same thing to my left hand. Brad's hands went back to the sides of my head caressing me as he worked his cock a bit more urgently in my mouth. "You suck a mean cock faggot," Brad grunted, as his hands tightened around my head. "There aren't a lot of sorority girls on campus in the summer, so we like to get one of the local faggots down here for some fun. I see a lot of fags at the porn shop, but when I saw how obediently you were shopping the other day, I knew you'd be perfect for down here." Brad twisted my head to the side, as he began roughly sodomizing my mouth and throat. "Yeah faggot, take my load, you cocksucking piece of shit slave boy," he said, his cock exploding deep in my throat, cum pouring down my gullet. After a few spurts, Brad pulled back a bit, filling my mouth with his cum, me gulping furiously. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and then I felt his hand slap my ass five times in a row, real hard. "From parties at the frat and the porn shop, I get a ton of blowjobs, but that was one of the best ones ever, you cocksucking faggot, but we're just getting started here," he said as I felt his hand on my right ankle. Brad secured the strap around that ankle, and quickly did the left. I was very relaxed the whole time with Brad, but now I started to get worried. He seemed like a really nice guy, but I really didn't know him, and now I was strapped naked to a bench face down in the basement of a frat house, my bruised ass in the air, and a frat boy's cum in my belly. Plus, he said a couple of very aggressive things to me at the end of his blowjob. Brad pulled the blindfold off my head, and stood in front of me shirtless with his jeans open, his cock hard against his taut stomach, glistening with my spit. " Remember when you said you wanted to see what we do to sluts down here," he said as he pulled his leather belt out of the loops of his jeans. I mumbled "yes" as he stepped right in front of me, pushing his balls and cock into my face. I felt the belt crash into my ass as he said "We put bitches through it. We fuck them, spank them, abuse them and make them beg for us to stop. We do whatever the fuck we want to them. The first time we saw you in the store, we knew you'd be a perfect fuck pig." Brad wrapped the belt around my neck and pulled it tight and up with both hands, forcing me to look up at him, the head of his cock pushed against my chin, when I heard a whooshing sound, followed by the most blinding pain my ass had ever felt. Pain flushed over me again and again as my ass was rocked repeatedly. Brad let go of the belt, stepped back and said "I think you know my frat brothers from the store the other day." I opened my eyes and saw the two college jocks from the porn store, grinning wildly. The blond haired guy grabbed the belt and jerked my head up, while the dark haired guy in the letterman's jacket slapped a huge paddle against his big hand. "I told you this guy was a faggot when he couldn't decide what dildo he needed to buy to stick up his faggot ass, Craig," he said as he threateningly slapped the paddle into his palm again. "By the time we're done with his pathetic ass, I don't think he's gonna be that choosy."