Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 20:48:12 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: Mark's Humiliation Part4

May 27, 1999

"Mark's Humiliation"

By botpuppy

Part 4

The usual caveats about adult material and sexual content apply, and
sometimes the language is crude, so if you find any of that offensive,
please don't continue. Any comments and suggestions please address to
"botpuppy@aol.com

 "Doug never had a fairy do what I can make you do. Now I'm gonna take a
nap, I want to give Betty a good ride tonight. Get out and don't come back
until you have done what I told you to do."
 
Those were the words that Steve had dismissed me with. I kept thinking of
them as I walked home I tried to wipe away my tears and put today behind
me, but I just couldn't forget that terrible humiliation, nor how wonderful
I had felt only a few moments before, with his cock lodged deep down into
my guts almost making me a part of him. He knows that I will do anything
for him and I know that this is just a little game. He really cares for me
but just won't admit it.

But this guy Myke, he intimidates me somehow. We have spoken a few times in
the lockerrom after gymn and he is built nice with a big dick and a
beautiful pair of balls. But each time we have spoken he looks at me as if
he is trying to size me up for something and I never really have felt
comfortable with him.

Despite all of these thoughts racing through my mind, I got home somehow,
and tried to get to sleep. But I somehow just couldn't do it. I went into
the bathroom and got into the tub, filling it with hot water and trying to
figure out what I was going to do.

No way I was going to call that guy Myke and offer myself to him for
$5. Gee, was I really reduced to that level, and just because Steve
suggested it?

I started to feel better, the hot water reviving me. I shaved and got
dressed. I decided the hell with this crap from Steve, put on a clean pair
of briefs and put my white shorts back on, as well as a clean red
top. Shit, I don't need these guys, I look damn hot in these white shorts,
and tight tee. I decided to go to that gay bar downtown and have a
beer. They don't care how old I am.

I took my time walking downtown, still thinking of all that had happened to
me in just two days. My best friend had become my sex master, and
OOOOOOOOOO if I really did what he told me to do, he would be my pimp. I
shook my head, No No, he is just playing a game with me.

I got to the bar, nervously ordered a beer, and sat down, trying to be
cool. No problem, the bartender hardly looked at me and took my money.

"Gee this is really cool, I thought", and took a swig of the beer. It made
me hiccup, and I grabbed a handful of pretzels and gobbled them down so I
wouldn't seem so obvious. There were some hot guys playing pool and having
a good time. I really felt an urge to join them, but then I felt that I
really just wanted to get a buzz on and get home.

Then some guy asked me if he could buy me a drink. He was big and good
looking. I fund myself accepting it. He offered me one of his cigarettes,
too, and although I have never smoked, I accepted it. We chatted some and I
noticed that with the beer and the smoke I was getting buzzed. The guy was
really hot looking but my mind kept going back to Steve.

Yea, and to Myke.  No, I told myself, I just won't do it! Call Myke and
offer him my body like a whore? No way.

My new friend introduced himself, his name was Derek, and he asked m my
name. He gave me a warm smile when I told him that mine was Mark. We shook
hands, and my hand seemed to get lost in the firm grasp of his big hand. He
told me that he was a trainer at that gymn downtown, and he looked it too,
with a narrow waist and big broad shoulders and chest, with some dark curls
sprouting up from under his tight white tee.

Wow what I would do for pecs like his. He was very personable, asking me
about my interests and what I liked.  Turns out he was into tennis also,
and we talked about getting together for a match soon. My eyes kept darting
down to the bulge in his jeans. He stood up for a minute, rearranging his
dick in his jeans, and sat down again, legs spread wide, facing me. I
noticed that the bulge now had straightened out into a stiff rod, hanging
down along his left leg.

He started to tell me how hot I looked with my tan legs and white shorts,
and all that. He was turning me on and it felt good. Suddenly I realized
that I hadn't spoken or moved my eyes away from his crotch for a full
minute or so. I broke it off quickly, looking up at him with a nervous,
embarrassed grin. He smiled broadly, gave his dick a little tug and moved
his stool in close to mine, so that our legs were touching. He took my hand
in his big mitt, and, never removing his stare, placed it on his cock.

My dick began to react, and I found myself breathing hard. I glanced around
and noticed that no one was paying any attention to us. I guess this stuff
goes on all the time in places like this. Soon I was stroking his long
dick, my hand trembling slightly under his. He removed his hand to light a
cigarette, and I continued to fondle him, caressing his cock which was now
hard as steel, and seemed to be still growing.

Then I realized that I was getting high , even on just one beer and a
cigarette. Just what I need, another dude after me, and Steve would never
look at me again if he knew what I was doing. I decided to get out of there
and out into the fresh air, so I excused myself, putting off his offer to
stay and have another.

As I walked out I saw a phone.

No way I told myself, Steve doesn't want me and I'm not going to make a
fool of myself again. But I knew better. Yes. My hand trembled as I got a
quarter and dialed Steve's number.

Shit! No answer. He is out with her.

Then, in spite of myself, I dialed the number that Steve had given me for
Myke. I was shaking as the phone rang, I didn't know whether I wanted him
to answer or not.

"Hello, Myke here"

I was speechless, what can I do now?

"Yea hello, is anyone here?"

"Uh yes Myke, it's me Mark, you know, from school"

"Mark, o yea, what do you want?"

He spoke in an angry way that made me even more apprehensive. I had hoped
that he would have made it easier for me by telling me that Steve had told
him about us, and that I should come right over or something like that. But
no, he was going to force me to come on to him and really humiliate myself
for his enjoyment. I tried to think of something to get out of this
situation.

But to make it even worse, the guy from the bar had come out and was
standing just a few feet away, smiling at me. I couldn't just hang up, and
I was just tongue- tied. I found myself stammering into the phone, trying
to whisper so that my new friend couldn't hear me.

"Wwwwellll, uuu, Steve told me to ccccaaalll you."

"Speak up what are you, some kinda pussy boy? What the fuck do you want?"

I decided that the best way out of this was to just spit it out and get it
over with.

"I want for you to fuck me Myke, and let me suck your cock. Steve wants me
to be a whore for you. You can use me anyway that you want to".

"Where are you faggot?"

"At the phone booth by a bar downtown"

"Cool, what are you wearing?"

"Just shorts and a top"

"Listen fag, Here is what I want you to do"

"Yes Sir , Steve, o I mean Myke"

"Take your finger and stick it in your hole"

"I'm outside and some dude is trying to make me"

"Do what I say, faggot"

What was I thinking of? This guy wants me to really make a fool of myself
and in public, too. But I did what he told me to do.

"Well are you fingering your hole pussyboy?"

"Yes I am"

"Cool, now keep that finger where it is. Who is watching you boy"

"Some guy from the bar Myke"

"What's my name boy?"

"SIR"

"Fuckin right, now ask that dude if you can give him a blow job"

"AAAAaaaaa please don't make me do that"

"You heard me bitch"

My heart sank. No way I could stoop so low. Still the dude kept on looking
at me and I was looking him over. I put a finger in my mouth and smiled at
him. He was even better looking than I had remembered, and he still had the
outline of that dick in his jeans. He stroked his bulge suggestively and I
licked my lips.

"Well, OK, I will do it, but please let me do what Steve told me to do"

"OK pussy, do that and then show up at my house at 12"

CLICK he hung up.

Then the guy from the bar came closer and put his hand on my ass.

"Yo, bitch, what's up? Don't you need something other than your finger in
that hole"

"Hi, uh Sir"
  
"Well ain't you sweet!  Who has been fucking ur pretty little ass?"

"Uh nobody sir, c'mon people will look at us"
  
"Don't worry baby, come around the corner, this alley is kind of private."
 
 He gives me a shove and directs me to a little alley. I am not a little
guy, almost 6 feet, and kinda muscular. But he just took hold of my shorts
in his hand, pulled them up tight and forced me to walk, no it was more
like I was hopping, on my toes like his puppet. When he gets me into the
alley, he puts his mouth on mine, and pushes his tongue into my lips, and
sucks on my tongue, kissing me deeply while running his hands up and down
my body. Then he pushes my mouth off of his, puts his hands on my
shoulders, and pushes me down to my knees.
 
"I am going to place my hands on your head, holding you down on your
knees, I want you to reach up, use your hands to undo my zipper, and pull
my fat cock into that whore mouth of yours".

I am really scared now, he really will hurt me if I don't obey him. And my
dick was throbbing , and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist my
urge to just look up at him and nod my head as I tried to get his top
button open. I was struggling with it but he refused to open it himself for
me.

I looked up at him again, pleading for him to help me.

He looked down at me struggling, and laughed, "You are such a pathetic
little cock sucker, you can't even open a man's pants to suck my cock"
 
My hands tremble but I do it some how.
 
 "Atta' boy, I look down at you, I love having my hands on your head,
keeping you in your place, my hands on top to show who's boss, and who's
submissive.  I watch your hands tremble, and work at my fly. Whisper to me
that you're my fuck toy cock sucker, boy."

 Damn he really knows how to turn me on.

 Once I get his cock out, he bitch slaps my face with it, smirking at me.

"Yeah, you fuckin' pussy mouth, you want it bad, don't you dick suck boy?
 
I find myself saying, "Yeaaaa u know it now c'mon, lemme suck on it and
stop makin me beg".

 He pushes my forehead back with one hand, takes his cock in the other, and
aims his hard dick right at my mouth, shoves his dick in, deep, gagging me
right away, ignoring my resistance, bruising my throat, and forcing his
thick cockhead in even deeper.

 I open up wide and close my eyes, his prick banging my head on the brick
wall behind me. He grabs a fist full of hair, holding my head in place, and
face fucks me like I was a slut, gagging me more.

"Take your dick out of those shorts fucker I wann see you shoot off for
me"

I obey, not wanting my shorts stained when I go to Myke's. My dick stands
out and he sneers, knowing that I am his to use as he chooses.

I feel my face contort in lust and discomfort, and tears stream down my
cheeks, turning him on further. He bucks harder, his hips ramming forward,
shoving his cock into my face, his pubes ramming against my nose, his balls
slapping over my chin.
 
"Yeah, you fuckin' cock slut, you want it bad......  I'm gonna fuck you
harder, deeper, rougher, the way a MAN face fucks a cock sucking slut
boy. Im gonna give u what u need and here it comes, pussy boy!"

He laughs as he unloads in my mouth, and shamelessly I squirt my load as he
cumms and torments me.

"Who the fuck are you kidding pussy slut? You'd suck any cock, anywhere,
anytime, and we both know it, don't we bitch? Look at you spraying your
load on the ground. I ought to make you lick it up."

I try to speak, but my mouth is full of his semen and I want to hold it in
me for a while so I can taste it.

"Well faggot what's wrong with you, can't you talk?"

I don't know why I did it, I was so turned on by him and the way he was
using me, I just opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him his
load. Then I tilted my head back against the wall, mouth open as if to show
him that I was his to use again. I looked up at him to see him sneering
down at me. Damn he was even hotter than I first thought.

He took a finger and ran it over his cumm on my tongue, then rubbed it
under my nose. Then another, this time in my ears. Finally he got a scoop
and rubbed it into my hair.

"That's all you're gonna get for now, sweetie, I have a date soon."

He put a card into my mouth and told me to call him at 7 tomorrow night.

"Put my dick back into my jeans, pussy boy, and zip me up. You can leave
your dick out when you leave if you want."

I did as he told me to and waited until he had walked away before I got up
and tried to rearrange my clothes. I could still smell his cumm on me, and
I had made a spot on my shorts that was turning yellow from my own
cumm. Damn it, why do I always shoot off when I'm sucking some big hard
cock? Now I'll have to go home and change.

Then I realized that it was 11:30 already and I had to be at Myke's
soon. Damn this is going to be embarrassing.