Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2018 14:17:18 -0600
From: Bruce Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Reawakened Chapter Two

I hadn't intended to write this portion of the story of my summer with John
but after a few emails I realized that I should give the readers the rest
of the story.  While Part I was 95% true this part is closer to 60/40, and
that is true because there are many things that happened that summer that I
don't remember accurately, such as numbers.  Any of the people mentioned
were actually there and most did what was said except for Billy, he would
never involve himself in any way with either John or me.  I hope you are
enjoying this part of my life even though most of what happened between us
was vioilent and new to a newly out young gay man.  I'd had sex but you
would have to read other stories to get a grasp of what that might have
been.

With what you have already read above I have to assume you are not
disturbed by this type of sex or you would have already moved on.  So,
blah, bl;ah, blah.  Please be of legal age to read sexual stories.  This is
my writing and belongs solely to me, please do not copy or share.

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			  Reawakened Chapter Two


	I don't remember too much about that weekend.  John lead me from
his Triumph to the front door of his apartment with my belt looped around
my neck.  My training began as soon as he unlocked the door.

	"When you come to MY apartment you are to always be undressed
before you ring the doorbell.

You should leave your clothes in your car, if you need to wear shoes and
socks to cross the pavement take them off and leave them here.

	"Once you are inside you are to stay on your knees.  The only time
you will be on your feet is if I tell you that I want you to stand or I
tell you to go into the kitchen and cook.  If I send you to the kitchen for
a beer you will stay down, there is a bottle opener hanging by the
refrigerator a few inches from the floor you may use to open it.

	"You have one reason to be here.  You are here to give me pleasure.
Repeat that."

	"I have one reason to be here, I am here to give you pleasure."

	I finished saying that only to have him swat my butt with a wooden
paddle he had hanging beside the front door.  "Say it right."

	I didn't know what I had said wrong.  I thought about it for a
moment and said, "I am here for one reason, that is to give you pleasure."

	That time he hit me twice as hard at least four times. "Try again,
slave."

	"I am here to give you pleasure."

	I couldn't believe he did it again, harder and more often. "You are
a stupid slave.  When you speak to your master you start with Sir and end
your comment with Sir.  Now try that again."

	"Sir, the only reason I am here is to give You pleasure, Sir."  My
ass was already hurting, I didn't want him to be displeased with what Ii
said but i wasn't sure that i wanted to be his slave."

	The next hour or longer was Him giving me rules.  Me getting it
wrong, Him beating my ass harder and more times.  I don't have a lot of
padding on my ass now, i had even less then.  As we moved through the
apartment He used different whips or paddles, most of them being leather.
I don't know if He had drank that much beer or was able to hold His urine
that well, but during that first hour i was made to drink His piss at least
four more times as i learned not to allow even one drop of piss escape my
mouth For the next 30 hours He drank beer and i drank piss.

	We didn't leave His apartment until 9PM on Sunday evening.  I had
been fucked so many times i couldn't count them.  I think it was the second
or third time He fucked me that He choose to piss in my ass.  To this day i
enjoy that but i don't know why, i felt more humiliated when He did that
than doing any of the other humiliating things He had me do.  What things?
Licking my cum off His foot?  Licking His ass until he fell asleep?  Giving
Him a full body tongue bath?  Pissing myself in the tub, trying to hit my
own mouth with a stream of recycled beer?

	The worst part was that i wasn't allowed to ask for anything that
may have made the experience better for either of us.  I learned later that
if i could have asked Him to not pull out after pissing in my ass i could
have held it inside much longer. For some reason i didn't miss Him not
giving me that blow job that i had originally thought was my intended goal
that night.

	Sometime Sunday, i think it was while He had a lunch cooking, He
lead me to the bathroom, got me in the bathtub, pissed on my crotch and
handing me a razor and shaving cream told me to shave.  i didn't get his
meaning at first, i knew i was getting a normal morning stubble on my chin
and cheeks so i went to slap water on my face.  He berated me for being
such a stupid slave and let me know He meant that He wanted me to shave all
my pubes from my belly button to my ass hole.  He stood watching me grow
younger until a bell rang in the kitchen.  He warned me that He better not
find one hair or i would be beaten until i couldn't lay down.  I already
was unable to sit, but not being able to lay down?  My back and chest?  I
got to work and checked my work over and over until I was sure there was
nothing left.

	I'd had hair around my dick and asshole since Ii was around eleven
so looking at myself and not seeing hair was strange.  I know it should
have been humiliating but it really wasn't.  In fact i think i felt some
pride that John had decided after one night that He was going to have me
hairless, it meant He was going to have me stick around, i knew that from
what He had told me when giving me the rules that first hour.  I had easily
given into the idea that i would belong to a man and not be fucking chicks.
I don't know if i would have been able to do that so easily if He hadn't
kept my balls drained, either fucking the cum out of me or having me jack
off for Him and licking it up from where ever He made me shoot, the kitchen
floor, His feet, the coffee table, the bathroom floor (in front of the
commode while He was taking a dump) or the many other odd places including
a dildo that He had just used on me.

	Before He had me cook dinner Sunday evening He had me shave my
face, chest and armpits. The only hair left on my body was on the top of my
head and my lower legs.  I almost shaved my head but decided i shouldn't go
beyond His orders even if it was to please Him.  He examined my body from
head to toe when i stood in the kitchen to reach the pans He kept over the
stove.

	"Before you come back i want you to go to a barber and having him
use a #1 guard clip the hair off your head.  After dinner I'll shave your
back."

	I don't remember much of the dinner except we did have escalloped
apples among the rest of whatever i cooked.  I was allowed to eat with Him
at the table but told that the only time it would happen was holidays.
After dinner He did shave my back which wasn't much of a job, at that time
i had a little hair on my shoulders and a little right above the belt line.

	About eight PM He started getting ready to go out, taking a shower,
shaving and getting dressed in Levi's and a white T-shirt.  He fussed
around trying to make a whip and quirt hang from His belt but look decent.
After fussing for ten minutes He hanged the bullwhip around my neck and
stuck the quirt in the back of His pants so that it was sticking out over
His right pocket.

	"If you embarrass Me this evening you are going to lose at least
one ball, two if it is too bad.  You are with me for my pleasure."

	"Sir, i am allowed to be Your slave only for Your pleasure, Sir."
He looked me over went to the bag of items He had used on me since we
entered His apartment Saturday morning.  When He had me stand in front of
Him He fastened a chastity device on my cock, had me turn around and forced
a butt plug in my asshole.

	"You will remember that you belong to Me.  Tonight the only piss
you will be allowed is that which I tell you to take."

	"Sir, yes Sir."  I had no idea where we were headed.  I did
remember that He had been talking to a friend about a show that He was
involved in, in some way that i hadn't understood.  We could have walked to
one bar that we would end the night at, however once in the car we went in
the opposite direction.

	I wanted to get dressed but when i reached for my clothes behind
the seat He slapped me on the chest hard enough to leave a hand print over
my right pec.  "No clothing for now, maybe when we hit the bars if it has
cooled off."

	He drove us to a part of the city which i had always been told to
avoid.  It was next to an ethnic neighborhood where i wouldn't be accepted
let alone welcome.  I hadn't seen anyone on the sidewalks or streets for at
least ten blocks when He pulled into a parking lot that only had a half
dozen cars and trucks there.  As had become my pattern i was out first and
around the car to open His door.  We were probably a half dozen steps from
a black door when He took the whip off my neck and ordered me to the
ground.

	"No drinking."  With that He pissed on my head and let what He
wasn't able to stop, to flow down my chest.  "Hands and knees!."

	Once i was there, which couldn't have taken three seconds He hanged
the whip around my neck and walked to the door.  Going those few feet to
the door was Hell on the knees, He didn't notice and i couldn't speak so i
couldn't tell Him that the right knee was scraped badly enough that i had
started to bleed.  In the brightly lit warehouse He was greeted by many of
the men that He had spent time talking with on Friday night.  A few of them
made comments about me, mostly about Him keeping me for the weekend.  A
couple that noticed i had been shaved asked if i was now going to be
trained to be His slave, He only answered that i was now in training. That
couple was disappointed, they had hoped that i was going to be the urinal
for the party.  He told them He would see how i behaved on the iron cross,
if i did well He might allow me to drink my fill of piss.

	The inversion of of my desires and His was confusing to me.  I'm
not a simpleton but he might allow me?  If i did well?  So He didn't think
of giving me piss as punishing me?  I was busy thinking about that when He
pointed to a black X in the center of the room and told me to crawl over
there and wait for Him.  Before i moved He put the quirt in my mouth and
told me not to let it hit the floor.

	I had never seen an Iron Cross before so i crawled around it once
before I found a place to wait for my Master.  I could tell there were
brackets to fasten arms and legs to the black wood.  I didn't understand
why there were chains fastened to the back.  As i looked around the room i
saw some chains hanging from the ceiling, two set of the chains had heavy
set, hairy, older men hanging; they were naked and even from the distance
we were apart i could tell they had welts on their backs from the neck to
their knees.  John had hit my legs twice so i knew that the welts on their
legs hurt more than the ones on their backs and butts.

	"Sit on your butt and open your mouth!"

	It didn't require me to answer, i sat like He wanted and let my
lower jaw drop.

	"Billy, you told me last week you had never used a boy for a
urinal, so now is your chance."

	"John, I don't think I can."

	"Billy, didn't you just say you needed to take a leak?  Move
closer."

	"Boy, lick at his dick like I taught you."  I knew what He was
saying.  He wasn't trying to get me to give Billy a blow job or even get
him hard, He had explained and 'let' me practice lightly licking under the
head of His dick to get the flow of piss started.  I knew that Billy was
one of His best friends and He wouldn't accept failure on my part.  He was
close enough that I was able to blow a little bit of warm breath down his
cock and then do as He had taught me.  I didn't know whether i really
wanted to drink his piss, they had been talking on the phone earlier about
Billy just getting over a case of the clap.  Was he going to pass it to me
or would the penicillin in his system protect me?

	I didn't get to think about it any longer, he only needed me to
lick at his dick twice before he was able to release a thicker load of piss
than my Master, thicker and stronger.  Neither of them said a word to me as
they walked away.  It finally pierced my thick skull. i was only there for
his pleasure and once used i was no more important than the last urinal He
visited.  Why i didn't leave Him right then i don't know, His dick wasn't
that special, i was often in pain and my life was turned upside down.

	It turned out John was the leader of the group that met in this
warehouse monthly.  The owner of the building was one of the first men i
had seen hanging from the chains. When i looked up from drinking the load
that Billy was happy to have given to me i saw that there had been twenty
or more people enter the building, most of them in black leather chaps and
vests, there were a few that were in Levi's but not too many.  Like me
there were at least ten guys totally naked or wearing only jockstraps.  i
was nervous but i did recognize some of the people there from the bar on
Friday night, most of which had pissed in my mouth or on me.  Where I was
sitting didn't seem like the shallow pit that i had been tied in Friday so
i didn't think i was sitting there waiting for everyone to drink enough
beer to use me but i didn't really know if i was going to be used like that
again or not..

	"Stand."  I hadn't expected to hear that at all that evening and so
early confused me but i did what i was told, my Master turned me around so
i was facing the Iron Cross.  He had seldom warned me about what He was
going to do to me but with one arm pulled up to the top right arm of the
cross He quietly told me that i was going to be tied to the cross and
rotated a quarter turn after each of the members had use a whip on me.

	I panicked and tried pulling away from Him and the Iron Cross but
it was too late, one arm was fastened and He had both of h\His hands on the
other arm easily over-powering me.  Once He had my legs tied down He stood
behind me with His fingers playing in the crack of my butt, something that
He had already learned was something that i loved.  It was odd, i had gone
with him anally virginal and now the best way to calm me down was to
manually massage my asshole.

	"They aren't allowed to draw blood.  Hold on and enjoy the pain."
Did He have any idea what He was saying to me?  Enjoy the pain?  He had
told me the second or third time He had used the quirt on me that the goal
for me was to accept enough pain that it stopped hurting and took me to an
orgasm but i hadn't yet been able to do that or even imagine that it was
possible.  Having Him beat me hadn't even given me an erection although the
last time i had thought i was chubbing up when He stopped hitting me with
the quirt.

	He moved a few steps away and addressed what by then must have been
close to a hundred leather clad men, a few women and more than thirty naked
men and boys hanging around the outside of the room.  "Every year on this
Sunday we bring sacrifices to the gods.  Elsewhere in the country people
celebrate the resurrection of a man they worship as their God.  He was
given forty lashes with a Roman whip and then murdered on a cross.

	"In front of you is my sacrifice to our gods.  Each of you may step
onto this platform and give him two lashes with whatever type of whip you
have with you.  When you have finished he will be hanging here for any that
may want to shower him with piss.  At eleven-thirty the cross will be
turned so that he is facing the floor.  Mr. Vice-President would you like
to be first?"

	For the next hour i was whipped with quirts, bull whips, paddles,
flogs, leather slappers and i have no idea what else.  There was a point
when i no longer felt any pain, i thought i must have gone numb but i could
feel that my dick was erect and pressing hard against the cross.

	"Is there anyone that has not had the opportunity to give the
sacrificial slave two strokes with their whip?

	"Billy, I know you don't have a whip with you, would you like to
use one of mine?"  This must be as much an initiation for Billy as it was
for me.  I really wasn't at all surprised when i saw him take the quirt
from my Master's hand.  He didn't know what he was doing or what he had
learned by watching the others hadn't sunk in, the two times he hit me were
barely hard enough to feel.

	Turning the cross after each of the members of the group had hit me
had really left me disoriented.  I could tell that i must be horizontal
since i was seeing John standing up right with the bull whip in His right
hand.  I had been hit with a few of them earlier and the pain was much more
than with anything else.  I thought that there were only going to be two
more strikes on my body, i was thinking that i had survived the ordeal. Two
more and then i was going to be rearranged on the cross so that when it was
rotated i would be facing the floor.

	John was a perfectionist when it came to laying a whip where He
intended.  He had proved that to me dozens of times in His apartment.  Now
i was displayed in front of a hundred of His associates, The arms of the
cross that held my legs were spread wider, i felt like i was ready to be
split in two but knew there was at least another foot or two to go before
that happened since i could almost do a split, not quite.  As the men
operating the cross stepped back i saw John move His arm into a sidearm
pitching position and leave go.  Up until that time i had done as told and
not verbally reacted, but the tip of the bull whip had struck me on the
balls and i howled.

	He didn't wait long enough for me to stop.  The second strike hit
me on the asshole, i howled again but what what He and the group had been
waiting for happened.  I gushed a load of cum over the cross that shot out
and drained to the floor.  Everyone in the building that could, applauded.
John had Billy kneel by me and lick up my cum from the floor and offered
him my ass to lick before i was to be turned and hanged.  I didn't think he
would, but Billy bent over so he could reach my ass and spent at least ten
minutes making my asshole feel much better.

	For more than an hour i was the recipient of the piss of most of
the attendees.  Whether those that didn't piss on me didn't need to or were
holding it for one of the men still hanging around the room being paddled
and whipped by two or three at a time, they were getting hit many times
more than i had bee but i couldn't feel sorry for them they all had come
here voluntarily.

	"John,what is your slave's name"

	"Billy, I don't call slaves by names.  If you need to speak to him
just call him John's piss slave.  I was called that anywhere we went for
the next few months.  Only Butch would dare call me over to use without
asking permission.  Generally i was given a load of his piss entering the
bar and leaving, most of the time there would be a crowd of people watching
as the big dicked doorman laid the head of his dick on my tongue and
relieved himself.

	If John was unhappy with me but not up to disciplining me with one
of His paddles or whips He would threaten me with sex acts that He thought
i would object to performing.  I caught onto that quickly and would falsely
shudder as if doing males of different races or different species would
bother me.  After Easter there was little that He could do to me that i
found objectionable.  Especially since i had broken through and being
whipped or paddled was enough to give me an erection if not enough to make
me shoot cum all over His floor.

	We had three-ways nearly every weekend.  I never was too fond of
them but John needed variety, i heard Him tell one of His friends that one
of the reasons was that He never wanted me to think that He belonged to me
the way I belong to Him.

	On the Friday preceding the Fourth of July we were in a bar that we
seldom visited but that John had said He wanted to go to that night to see
a friend that had promised Him a job.  He had been unemployed since I met
Him, fortunately He had enough saved up to pay rent and buy beer.  The bar
was near the bus station so more than half the guys there were hustling,
they all looked like me, short hair, shaved chests, blue jeans white and
athletic shoes.  I must have been a littler better looking than most of
them, John had ten or so guys come up and offer Him a hundred dollars to
take me for the night.  Thankfully He turned them all down.

	When his friend showed up He had the actual cigarette man on a
leash.  He and i were put on the floor while John and His friend discussed
the particulars of the job offer.  Occasionally one of the two men would
speak to us, telling one or the other to do this or that for the other
slave.  I could never have believed i would be doing those things to the
man we all have seen on TV and in the magazines.  I was only in a jockstrap
when we walked in, John had talked to the owners a few minutes to get me
allowed in that way.  The other slave on the floor was wearing an extremely
tight pair of shorts that must have been hurting his nuts.

	They had been talking about an hour or more and i had the feeling
things were wrapping up since they hadn't had too much to tell us for
awhile when the friend bent so that we could both see him. He told his
slave to eat out my ass and to make sure I was ready to be fucked.  I had
been forced to eat out John's ass every day since i'd met him.  I had only
had my ass touched with a tongue twice, once i hadn't liked it and the
other time was by Billy in front of a crowd.  I knew there was no way i
could get out of this without blowing the job for John. I got into the
position the other slave wanted, i was on my back with my feet under the
chair John was sitting on, my ass was in the air.  With all that we had
been doing my cock was hard and in this position not far from my face.  If
he or John had known, they could have rolled me tighter so that my cock
would enter my mouth at least two or so inches would do it.

	As soon as the tongue was circling my ass hole the milling around
in the bar stopped.  Bar stools and the few chairs at the tiny tables
turned our way.  The boys selling themselves stopped to watch.  I have
never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but being watched made my
precum start to seep.  But i hardly had the time to think of the people
watching me when i felt the tongue teasing my asshole.  I wasn't trying to
pull away but i did tighten up the way i was rolled and i felt the wetness
on my dickhead smeared on my lips.  I heard a noise from the crowd but
really couldn't tell what was being shouted.  What was different was that
the tongue at my asshole began pushing through my asslips.  I have to admit
here and now, he was a better asslicker than I have ever met since that
night.

	It didn't take him long til he was able to have his tongue fucking
me like a small dick.  I was loving it, i don't think i knew that i had
taken my own dick into my mouth.  The bar crowd started yelling for someone
to cum.  When i saw John looking at me He said i was not allowed to cum
unless i gave it to the other slave and he had been told not to let me cum
in his mouth earlier.  We were both frustrated.  He wanted my dick and i
wanted to cum.  I was so turned on by performing that way that i was even
to the point where i would have gladly have had John beat me.  But that
wasn't to happen.

	"Enough."

	There was no longer a tongue in my ass or enough pressure on my
legs to keep my cock in my mouth.

	"On your knees, piss slave."  John only called me that in public if
i was going to have to drink."

	I saw Him hand the leash He had used to lead me into the bar to His
new boss.  A moment later i was crawling out of the bar beside the other
slave with the hustlers slapping at our butts.  His owner (mine?) would
stop once in a while to speak to some one at a table leaving our assholes
exposed to anyone that wanted to stick their finger in.  By the time i
exited the bar i think i had taken twenty dry fingers.

	Other than the tongue in my ass half the night it may have been one
of the worst sexual experiences in my life, not only up until then but up
until now.  Neither of them could control their flow of piss.  Neither had
more than four inches of thin dick.  The master could barely use a whip and
paddled worse than a seventy year old spinster.  What seemed to excite them
more than anything was a real turn off to me, candle wax and clothes pins.

	When John arrived to pick me up He could tell i was not pleased
with the way the night had gone.  He couldn't say anything in front of His
boss to be, but in the car He questioned me and promised to make up for the
sorry night by taking me to one of His meetings that was to be held that
evening, it was too late for me to be the center of the activity but He did
what He had never done before and asked whether i would prefer to be
whipped boy or a urinal.  It was a choice that i could never have made four
months earlier.  Whether to hurt or be degraded in front of a crowd?

	I knelt in a newly created piss tub in the corner of the warehouse,
it was about a foot deep and 3 feet by 3 feet.  I had chosen, but John had
to create the illusion for His group that it wasn't totally voluntary so He
did fasten the leash that had stayed around my neck the entire previous
night to a hook on the wall and doused me with the first load of piss on
the top of my head although i wanted to drink my Master.  My hands were
free but i didn't use them other than when some idiot that i hadn't met
before tried to turn around and take a shit.  Even i have limits.

	July and August were more sedate than our first few months.  We
didn't hit the bars during the week and only went to His poker game on
Sunday.  I was still getting fucked every night and either drinking piss or
getting an enema every morning before he went off to work if i was home, i
was putting in quite a few sixteen hour days and my intestines had started
to bother me, i had continual diarrhea.  It was on the fifteenth of August
that i was diagnosed with colitis.  I was given medicine and had a severe
reaction that put me in the emergency room.  Two days later i was back at
John's, matters between us were going downhill.  I didn't understand why
and worked as hard as i could to please Him, even going so far as to turn
down extra shifts at work which i knew i needed to pay the tuition for the
Fall Quarter of school.

  	I hadn't registered.  My mind knew i should but my heart wanted me
to stay with John even if it meant that i would be a factory worker for the
rest of my life.  School was to start on Sept. 8th, that was three days
after Labor Day.  The Saturday before Labor day we left town to go to a
large gay picnic held by the nearest Great Lake, John had told me when He
was seeing who needed a ride that He intended to parade me around the
picnic grounds as a slave.  Whether i met anyone from the city where i was
going to school didn't mean any thing to Him.  It was a possibility since
the picnic was thirty or forty miles closer to the school i attended than
where He lived.  My feelings which i never told Him was that if that
happened and it embarrassed me that i wouldn't return to school, there were
two excellent universities close to us.

	Billy, Butch and a guy i didn't know rode with us.  John had waited
until he and i were off work to start out so the others had been drinking
for an hour or two when we picked them up.  We needed to get checked into
the motel by eight or we would lose our room so there weren't to be any
stops along the way.  Billy and Butch knew that meant if they needed to
piss i was the urinal, the other guy had heard that about John and i but
until the other two confirmed it for him had always thought it was just
gossip.  I had never heard that we were the subject of that much gossip but
it turned out that there were a lot of the guys that had been involved in
three-ways with us that talked about our sex life.  I don't know if they
didn't know what the thermos i had put in the front seat was going to be
used for or they thought John and i were drinking something that we weren't
sharing.

	We were in his employer's vehicle.  It held us all easily leaving
me room to do things i had never done in a car before.  We had been on the
Interstate about five minutes when John told me to undress.  I didn't have
that much on, he had rushed me through a shower when i got to his place
after working and had thrown a pair of short shorts on the counter and a
pair of Chuck Taylor's on the floor.  I really didn't want to wear the
Chuck Taylor's, they had been soaked in piss so many times that summer
there was no way to get rid of the odor.  He had my ass between the seats
giving the three guys in the back seat the chance to play with it.  At one
time during the trip all three of them had at least one finger in me.
About that time we were passed by another bar patron that knew John, He
beeped at us showing us that He could see what was going on.

	They drove along side of us for a few minutes.  They pulled out
ahead of us about the time Butch said he needed to piss.  John told me to
get on his dick and I obeyed.  Taking piss when you are face down on a dick
is not the easiest way to suck it down but i did my best only losing a few
drops which i then licked off his balls a furry place i had never been
allowed to go before.  The guy whose name i can't remember was in the seat
behind me so i had to wiggle around from the left to the right.  I think
that was the closest to John's face i ever had my ass.  The third guy in
the back had been getting comments from the moment he said he wanted to
piss in my mouth.  When i could see his dick i understood exactly what they
were talking about, his dick soft was the biggest cock i had ever seen.  At
John's warehouse meetings i had seen a couple guys that when hard might
have measured eleven or more inches but this guy was that long soft and
nearly as thick as a horse.

	I thought i was glad that he was soft.  If he was that thick soft
what was he going to be like hard?  Billy had gotten excited by seeing me
with my mouth around that monstrous cock.  He asked John to have me blow
him.  I thought John would say no, but Billy and He were good friends and
He told me to do him and the other two if they wanted.  They both told John
that they were waiting for Him to let them fuck me.  Throughout all the
three-ways we had John had never allowed anyone to fuck me.  The only time
i had been given over to be fucked was the night i was sent home with His
boss to be.

	I thought about those two cocks and hoped that the day never came
that John would give me over to them.  I ended up sucking John and Billy on
our way north and taking two loads of piss from everyone in the backseat
and one from my Master.  I spent the majority of the time during our three
hour trip with fingers in my asshole.  They were determined to keep me hard
the entire trip, John had told them either fingers or tongues in my asshole
was the way to do it.  Billy was in the center seat, he did spend five or
so minutes tonguing me three or four times while we were riding.  I wish
John would have him doing that more often, other than Easter there had only
been one time when He had Billy join us, I don't remember the occasion but
He stayed after dinner.  Whatever happened among the three of us would have
been more vanilla than our usual three-ways but i'm sure if i was naked
with him, Billy ate my ass as much as he was allowed.

	John wouldn't have allowed him to suck my dick.  The only time i
had my dick sucked during those months was the night we took home an Arab
man that was bragging about how much of a top he was.  John quickly topped
him and let me have my dick sucked while He fucked him.  I have been sucked
much better before and after that, but that was an interesting if not
entirely satisfying night.

	We stayed at a motel on the beach with another 50-60 gay men in the
mood to party when we arrived.  I don't know how His arm didn't get worn
out that night by the sheer number of guys that were in and out of our room
that He whipped for at least a few minutes.  I was glad that it wasn't me
but i was sucking a lot of dicks, from small to almost as large as the
unnamed man in the back seat.  John drank a lot of beer and i drank a lot
of piss before we passed out.

	When i woke up Butch was fucking me.  John was sitting in the only
chair in the room drinking a cup of coffee. i like being woke up with a
cock in my ass but i needed to piss. John told me to hold it and if i
didn't and wet the bed that i would be sleeping in the tub soaking in piss
that night after we returned home from the picnic.

	I had never been outside with that many gay men.  Later we heard
the count was over two thousand.  We left the motel around ten AM, the
picnic was to start around 11AM so we thought we had time to get lost and
still arrive early.  There was no way for us to have guessed at the line of
traffic entering the park that had been reserved.  We sat in that line
moving a car length at a time until nearly 12. Noon.  That is not the way
to treat John if you want him to stay in a good mood.  Billy and Butch
tried joking and fooling with Him but by 11:30 He was not in the mood to
tolerate any of that from any one even His best friend. I had ridden over
in the back seat and was trying to stay inconspicuous.  We could finally
see the ticket takers when John told me to get out of the car and come to
the front door.  When he used that tone i knew i was going to pay for
something, whether it was something i did or someone else had didn't
matter.

	When He had me lean over the open door i didn't think he was going
to have enough room to swing a whip so i thought i might get slapped a bit
told to drink some piss and put back in the rear of the car.  He had put
some of his odder whips and paddles in the car when we left that morning.
I hadn't known whether He would be using them on me or on others.  I saw
him reaching for a cane.  That is the worst of the whips in my mind, when i
was in second grade i had displeased my mother, actually i peed my pants on
the bus.  She took me to the basement and used a cane, the landlord had
told her that she was free to use if needed, that left me bloodied from my
shoulder blades to my knees.  I couldn't go to school for a week while i
healed.  John knew i hated the canes but stopped in traffic, with an
occasion pedestrian walking past, He turned my ass and thighs into a
continuous welt.  Done with the beating he made me kneel facing the car,
walked behind me and added salty piss to the welts.  I was not going to be
comfortable all day, I followed the car on foot to a parking spot where He
leashed me to the bumper while the others dug through the trunk finding
whatever they thought they would want during the day.

	The sun was bright and the day heated up quickly.  All i was given
for myself was a bottle of sun tan lotion and the thermos from the front
seat.  Then, i was handed a basket which they over-filled with what they
wanted to be available to them in the park.  John and Butch took off to
check out the action around the park with instructions to Billy and i to
find a spot close to the port a potties where i could be leashed and they
could watch from a table.  That was insulting.  Finding where i was to be
leashed?  I was lucky that Billy and the other guy must have felt it was a
little much, they told me to follow them and took off following the signs
that pointed the way to the port a potties.  It was still early so there
wasn't an odor but with thirty or more of them lined up i was sure there
would be in a few hours.

	"Ok, piss slave, back against that tree."  Billy wrapped the leash
around the tree and i was immobilized on my knees in the full sun.  The
bark on the tree hurt where it touched my back, the welts and bark did not
coexist well.

	"Billy, tieing him to the tree is okay, but no one is going to piss
on him until there is something that tells them he is available.  I threw a
sign in the basket, find it."

	I think that was the first time i had ever heard Him be quite that
sharp with Billy, usually He suggested or asked him if he wanted to do
something but His attitude had changed while He and Butch had been walking.
No, His attitude reverted to what He had when stuck in traffic.  I was
surprised that He walked over to me and handed me a Camel Light.  When we
were both finished with our cigarettes He told me that He hadn't seen too
many men at the picnic, He thought it was all boys, so i might be on my
knees all day with only a few men pissing on me but that He would bring
whomever He thought might give me their loads by.  I read the sign Billy
hung from a limb when he was trying to get a rope over it, URINAL.  As John
and the others walked away i wondered whose pleasure this was supposed to
be.  Was i the one to be getting pleasure with strangers pissing on me?  Or
was John getting pleasure from the knowledge that He was able to tie me up
and leave me for other men to use as their urinal?

	We stayed there for the rest of the day. Billy did bring me a hot
dog to eat in the afternoon and a load of piss to wash it down.  I could
see that i was burned over most of my front and tried to keep lotion on,
including my dick and balls but it was constantly being washed away by
strong streams of piss from strangers.  Being pissed on longer felt good,
it actually hurt when it hit the burned skin. Late in the afternoon after i
had been used more than a hundred times, most of them on my head and chest,
only a few men aimed at my mouth or cock, the smell was getting
overwhelming.  John, Butch and Billy all came back when they needed to piss
to give me their piss to drink.  I was ready to say uncle when it started
to get cloudy and people started running for their cars.  Butch unsnapped
my leash and told me to run.  From what i could see nothing was happening
so i didn't understand but i kept up with him as he headed to the car which
was sitting alone with four doors open.  I was told to drive.

	That wasn't that odd for me, I had driven John home often when he
had a few too many beers.  I was able to break into the line of cars trying
to get out of the park.  We were not even in that line for two minutes when
it began raining and hailing.  The hail was about the size of golf balls,
they certainly would have hurt if we had been caught outside. Cars were
pulling over into the grass to get out of traffic, i can't tell you why.
If we had pulled over we would have sat in the hail longer and may not have
been able to pull back into the line.  I saw cars pulled over with broken
windows once we were on the main highway headed out of the park.  All i
could think was that we needed to get ahead of the storm.  For an hour i
was one of the few cars on the highway, the only one that was going over
the speed limit.  We never got out of the rain, it was ahead of us and
still pouring dangerously when we pulled into town and dropped Billy and
Butch at the apartment building where they both lived.

	Butch said he would take a taxi over the next day to get his jeep.
The man whose name i still didn't know had been sitting in the front
passenger's seat gripping the dash board scared for his life.  When we
pulled into the only space in front of John's apartment He told me to go
open the door.  There was no hail but it was still raining hard, i was
washed by the storm as i took my time walking the 150 feet or so.  The two
of them walked to the apartment using a large umbrella that the company
John was working for was giving away as promo material, still they were
soaked from the knees down.  I must have still smelled of piss or John's
nose had so much of the odor from the drive He was still thinking i
smelled, He told me to take a warm shower.  I don't believe i have ever had
a shower that felt as good.

	I was mostly dried off when i crawled out to pick up John's jeans
and socks..  The pair of them needed to piss so i was given the first drink
since getting in the car.  I had learned sometime during the drive up the
previous day that the man whose name i still didn't know really didn't like
seeing me or anyone else whipped.  As long as John promised no beatings he
agreed to joining us in bed.  It was exactly what i needed.  I wanted a
dick in my ass and i wanted it to fuck me as hard as the man could.  That
is the same as they both seemed to want.  John's cock was smaller than the
other man and decided that for my safety he would go first, i was able to
suck the head of that long dick but not much more it was so thick.  It
would have been the perfect time for John to piss in my ass but He didn't.
I have to admit now that the reason i had stayed with John all summer was
that He fucked me well, more often than not i would have either a penile or
prostrate orgasm.  I'd had neither when the new man in my ass drove all of
his eleven or twelve inches through my asshole and slammed his body into my
butt.  It was the beginning of the best fuck i had ever had in that bed.
Within ten minutes i shot a load of cum onto the sheet and had a prostrate
orgasm that had started me squeeze his dick so hard and rapidly that he was
no longer able to push in and out, a minute of that and he was unloading a
load of cum in me that finally warmed me from the A/C on my burnt skin.

	If you know John you know He was not one to sit around while
another man fucked His slave.  While i was being so well fucked He had me
cleaning His cock off from the fuck He had given me, cum and ass slime.  We
stayed in bed long enough to fuck again, i didn't have a prostate orgasm
that time.  The rain stopped.  The big dicked man left and i spent a few
minutes changing the sheets.  John was always interested in keeping me busy
so after He had me cook us a light dinner and empty the car we were back in
bed, He needed to leave at six AM, and hour before me.

	We played around, Him using the quirt on my ass for an imaged
wrong.  Then i was on my back on the floor with His ass posed over my
mouth.  That wasn't that odd, He had made me eat out His ass nearly every
night that we were together.  I assumed that was what would be happening.

	"Beg me to shit in your mouth."

	After all that He had done to me and with me He knew that shit
eating was a line i was unwilling to cross.  I tried being mildly against
the idea and quietly refused.  He brought the quirt down on my balls.  Any
other time He had done that I had acquiesced to whatever His demand may
have been.  I felt as if He had damaged me. There had been nights when He
had threatened to remove one or the other ball and I felt like He might
have just done it.  As He ordered me to beg to eat His shit once more i
used the safe word for the first time since i'd met him.

	"No, John."  I had always called Him Sir or Master.  His name was
the end of us when i woke the next morning He had the few belongs that i
had there in two shopping bags.  He said it was time for me to go back to
school but I have always thought I was kicked out because I refused to beg
for him to shit in my mouth. When I walked out I felt worse than I could
have imagined, why was I feeling that way when all he had ever done was
abuse me?

	He invited me to a Christmas dinner/ party, a week after that he
moved and never told me where he went.  Other than his desire to turn me
into a shit eater I would have stayed with him all these years if he had
allowed me.