Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 19:31:27 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: Mark's Humiliation Part 5

"Mark's Humiliation"

By botpuppy

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

Part 5

I walk to Myke's house and I reflect on just what I have become. Gee why do
I let these guys dominate me? Gail would put out for me almost any time,
but somehow that doesn't satisfy me any more. I love the feeling of a big
hard cock in me, no matter how humiliating it is. If only Steve would show
me a little affection, I could be so happy just to be his boy, pussy,
whatever he wants me to be.

Instead, I am subjecting myself to guys like that stud Derek, and allowing
him to humiliate me in public. Oh, I hope that nobody saw the way I
fingered myself when Myke told me to do that. And the way that Derek put
his big hands on my butt and shoved me into that alley.

Just to think that all of this started just because I took Steve's dick in
my mouth. I really want to be with him tonight, and maybe Betty won't put
out for him and he will call me later on.  .  This guy Myke has a
reputation for being a real hard ass. I hear the girls call him Myke Stud,
and from what I remember in the locker room, I guess I know why. He
graduated a few years ago, and I am not sure why Steve chose him to use me
tonight.

But despite all the abuse I have taken, I still find myself being aroused
by the thought of an arrogant stud forcing me to submit to him. It is even
more intense when I hardly know the guy and he just forces me to get him
off. They never have to use violence, some how they just know that I want
it and will submit to them.

I try to remember this guy Myke. I know he is good looking, built and
really hung. He always intimidated me and I didn't understand why. Now I
think I do, he must have seen that I was gay, and knew that I really wanted
him to use me. Wow I would love to be one of his girls now and find out why
they call him Myke Stud. For now, I can only hope that he will show me why.

Myke's house is just around the corner. Damn I wish I had gone home and
changed these shorts. I'm afraid my breath smells awful, too. Cumm, smoke
and beer, nobody wants a guy who smells like that. And my hair must look a
mess too, Derek made sure of that when he was having his fun with me, I
guess.

It's just a few minutes before 12 when I finally get to Myke's door. I draw
a deep breath and knock , kind of tentatively, holding my breath trying to
figure out what is going to happen. The house is all dark, and I knock
again. Damn did he just lead me on to make me feel even worse?
 I decided to walk around to the back, just to check out to see if there
was any sign of life. Nothing. There was a back door, and I tapped on it
just in case Myke was in the back of the house. It was so dark back there,
out of range of the street lamps, that I had a hard time seeing anything. I
was about to turn tail and run, when finally a light came on, and Myke
appeared at the door. Wow! He was even hotter than I remembered.

He opened the door and looked at me.

" Yea, u want somethin' dude?"

I picked up on it , and said " Gee Myke you told me to show up at midnight,
don't you remember?"

" Oh yea you're the faggot".

I stood there, stunned and trying to figure out what to do.

"Christ faggot, you smell awful, can't you even clean up when you're going
door to door whoring?"

I had no idea what to do now.

"Well boy get inside and strip, I wanna check out Steve's pussyboy". He
shoved me in roughly.

I took off my shorts and he saw that I had no underwear. Then he told me to
show him the shorts, and I knew at once that he would recognize the
distinctive yellowish stain. He just smirked at me and told me to get naked
so I wouldn't cumm all over my clothes.

He sat down on the sofa as I removed my tee, and I couldn't help staring at
the bulge in his tight black 501's. I became aware that my own dick was
standing straight out and tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Uh, no pussyboy, keep your hands behind your back, you don't have any
secrets any more".

He walked over to me and pulled on my dick, then grabbed my balls and
squeezed till I whimpered. Laughing, he ordered me to turn around so he
could inspect my pussy. Burning with embarrassment, I bent down. He told me
to spread my cheeks, and kicked my legs apart. Then he smacked my hands
away and started to caress my buns. I let out another moan and knew that he
enjoyed this. Then he stuck a finger in my mouth and made me suck on it.

"You like sucking don't you, you fairy?"

"Yes sir, Steve, uh oh I mean yes sir Myke".

"Well you're gonna get a bellyful tonight, faggot. But fist get in the
bathroom and get in the shower so I can clean you up, no way that I can use
you the way you are now. You reek of smoke and beer and cum."

I scurry into the bathroom and stand in the shower, waiting. He comes in,
grinning, and orders me to kneel down and look up at him. I am curious
until he unzips and pulls out his dick. I know what's coming, and I feel my
dick swelling as a few drops of his piss hit my face, then my hair, then a
flood of hot piss washes over my body. He must have pissed for 5 minutes,
soaking me, my whole body drenched.

When he pointed the stream at my dick he saw how hard I was, and
laughed. "No way, faggot I don't want you to cum until I give you
permission".

Then he turned on the water, all cold water, and as I shivered, my dick
went limp. Then he threw me a towel, and told me to get dried off. When I
was finished I was to come to him in the living room. "Oh and use a lot of
that mouthwash too, faggot, your breath smells terrible."

He sat down on the sofa and beckoned for me to come over to him. He pointed
to the floor and I sank to my knees before him. He ran his fingers through
my hair which was now clean, all soft and downy. He smiled at me and told
me how he wanted his boy to smell clean and fresh when he was going to use
him.

 "I want you to start stroking yourself.  You can play with yourself in any
way you want to, but you can't cream until I tell you to."  Not wasting
time, I begin to cautiously stroke my cock.  I know it won't take me long,
considering how excited I am.  Myke starts asking me questions:

"When was the last time you beat off?"

"Last night - about 10:45"

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Yes Steve fucks me."

"Well if you are a good boy, I'll fuck you too.  Have you ever given
anybody a rim job?"

"No.  I don't even know what a rim job is."

"Well then, let's start there.  On your back, and don't stop stroking."

As ordered, I lay on my back and stroke my cock.  He stands at my head,
facing my feet, and starts to squat so he is crouching just over my mouth.
Wanting to please, I take my tongue to his balls, and start lapping at
them.

"Not the balls bitch, this time you get to lick my ass!"  I take my tongue
away from his balls and stop stroking my own cock for a second.  "Get to
it, and keep that cock of yours moving!"  He doesn't wait for me.  He just
lowers himself on my face, and I have no choice but to lick his ass.  It is
clean thank goodness, and the taste is so incredibly masculine that I
almost lose it.

 I am told to keep going, and only stop to answer his questions.  "Have you
ever jerked off in public?  Where?  Was it fun for you?  Have you ever
drank your own cum?"  When he found I had never had tasted my own cum, I
knew what was going to happen.  He got up off my face, and told me to keep
stroking.  He rubbed his semi hard cock across my face, trailing his precum
on me.  He told me to cum on my chest and hand.  I couldn't hold back - all
the sexual excitement of the day, plus what I was going to have to do in
the future.  I exploded (my biggest to that day).  Before I had even
finished, Myke moved my cum-covered left hand to my mouth and made me clean
it off with my tongue, laughing at my reaction.  Then he made me rub the
rest across my chest.

He looked down at me smiling at how completely he was able to dominate me,
his pussy boy laying at his feet naked, and covered in my own sperm.

He sits down on the sofa again, his feet propped up on the coffee
table. "Get over here faggot and finish your job.

I crawl over to the sofa, ducking under his legs and kneeling before him.

"When I say `lick it all,' I mean all of it!"

 I could tell he was still waiting for something.  I took a chance, and
started moving for his nipples, but he pushed my head down.  I licked down
low on his balls, then moved to the spot at the base of his cock. He
moaned, but then I realized what I was missing as he pulled his ass cheeks
apart.  I was not looking forward to this, but figuring that he was already
displeased that I had not rimmed him sooner, I decided I had better not
waste any more time.  I closed my eyes, and pressed my tongue into his ass
hole. I did my work, and was amazed to see him squirming the whole time.

"Yes, good boy. Do you like the taste?  You better get used to it."

"It's good, Myke.  Better than I had hoped."

"Now I want to find out if you're as good a cock sucker as Steve says."

"Kiss it," was his command.

 I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock.  I kept my lips on it,
and looked up to his eyes.  He was looking at me, smiling at his control
over me.  He started rubbing my face with his cock.  "Lick it.  That's
right, cock sucker, you look so happy having my cock so close to your
mouth.  You can hardly wait for me to let you suck my cock."

I could not keep looking at him as he stared down at me, smirking.  I
shifted my gaze to the floor and left my tongue hanging out of my mouth for
him to rub against.

"Look at me."  I looked up again. He held his cock head at my tongue, and
started rubbing it along my lip, pressing against the opening to my mouth.
I parted my lips, but was surprised that he did not shove his cock right
in. Instead, he just left it there and moved it around my lips.  He would
push in, but only enough to moisten the head, and then return to swirling
around the opening.  Without thinking, I let my tongue massage the head as
it passed by.  Only after he said "Good boy, cock sucker," did I realize
that he really loved what I was doing.

"Now, I want a nice, long blow-job.  I want you to suck my cock for as long
as I say to.  I want you to be soft, and gentle. This is your chance to get
to know my cock, and what pleases me.  You will slowly bob on my cock
keeping me well pleasured for the entire time.  I want you to try
everything you can think of: deep throat, tongue action, sucking.  I don't
want to cum in your bitch mouth until I get ready, so you'll have lots of
time.  When I cum, I want you to keep it in your mouth.  No swallowing
before I give you permission. Don't worry, you will be able to store my cum
in your belly eventually, I just want you to get used to the taste.  Are
you ready?"

He moved his cock head from my lips, allowing me to speak.  Yes Myke, I'm
ready."  This was not good enough for him.

"Beg for it.  I want you to convince me that you can provide me with all
the pleasure a really good cock sucker can.  Beg you fucking faggot."

"O.K. Myke.  Please let me suck you.  I can't stand having it so close and
not blowing you.  I want to pleasure you like nobody else can. I beg you to
let me start."  It was quite distracting to see him staring at me, rubbing
his cock on my face while I had to grovel for permission to let his cock
use my mouth.  I went on for a while, eventually he rested it on my lips
again, but stopped me before I could go down on him.

"Remember, I am to last until I decide to blow off bitch, make it good."
With that I got the nod to begin.  I let his cock slide between my lips,
and deep into my mouth.  I rested my hands on either of his hips, and
slowly worked up and down his cock shaft, licking the whole way.  I twisted
my head around his cock with every second or third penetration. I tried not
to work too fast, remembering how long he wanted it to last.  I worked on
sucking gently, and sucking with vigor.  I tried many tongue positions, and
experimented with every possibility I could think of.  Every once in a
while, I would be rewarded for my efforts with a moan, or a few drops of
pre-cum. Gee his was so sweet!
 
I tried deep throat for a while, which was quite difficult since he was
hung so big and thick. He rammed in and out, forcing his dick into the
opening to my throat And he seemed to enjoy it when I gagged and tears
washed down my face.

But I remembered that he wanted to take his time, so I went back to tongue
work, and gentle sucking.  I found that I could also do pretty well at
sucking my cheeks in and making my mouth as small as possible, and then
bobbing up and down on his cock.  I think that this felt more like a cunt
to him, which was the sensation he was after.  I used my hands to hold his
balls while his cock fucked my mouth.  I was working pretty hard for one
stretch, and felt his balls tense in my hand, so I paused momentarily,
realizing this was an indication of a coming orgasm.  I began using his
balls as a gauge, measuring how hot he was.  To make it as good for him as
I could, I would work strongly to bring him to the edge, but slowed as I
felt his balls tense at all.

Judging from his moans, and his hands occasionally resting on my head, I
figured I was doing better now than when I started. I tilted my head up so
that I could see his face while I was sucking him.

He was still watching me working on him, but his eyes would close every
once in a while when I was doing well.  He had pulled his shirt up to his
neck, and had his hands resting on one of his pecs. Then I realized that he
had not yet taken his shirt off, and I admired his broad chest as I was
looking at the beads of sweat on his firm chest.  I reached up with one
hand and placed it flat on his belly.  He did not object, but looked down
to see his cock entering and exiting his bitch's mouth.  He smiled and I
looked down, but left my hand where it lay.  I could feel his chest muscles
tense as I worked.

His cock had been in my mouth for the last hour, I estimated, and my jaw
was very tired.  To rest for a while, I began to massage his chest and
balls with my hands.  I moved to his pecs, and fondled each nipple. They
stiffened and he moaned again making me believe that I was providing a
sensation that he did not object to.  Rested, I began to work my mouth a
little bit more.  His peaks in excitement were becoming closer and
closer. I was glad that my long work would finally be over and Myke would
have his orgasm. I continued pleasuring him, waiting for permission to make
him cum.

"You remember what I said?"  Without removing his cock, I looked up at him.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth.  You are to keep it in your mouth.  Do not
swallow `till you are told to."  I moaned that I understood, and he
continued.  "You have done a good job so far.  I'm expecting to have a big
load for you.  I hope you are ready.  It's time to make me cum."

I did not waste any time.  I sucked for all I was worth, remembering the
things which he liked the most.  I could hear his moans get louder, which
encouraged me to continue. I found that I was longing for the taste of his
cum

He started shouting as I worked.  "Yeah.  That's it.  Oh, YEAH.  Take it
you BITCH, yeah.  OK.  Here it goes.  Ahh, ok, ok, ok. YEAH oh YEAH!"

I felt his balls tense, and the pulsing of his cock begin.  I continued
working his cock head with my tongue, and moaned myself as the first shot
of jizz came across my tongue.  The second was much larger than the first,
and nearly filled my mouth.  I slid his cock half way out so that there was
more room, but he just kept squirting. Some of his seed spilled on to my
chest, but I was able to keep almost all of it in my mouth.

His spasms were less frequent now.  I don't even think he was ejaculating
any more sperm into my mouth.  I just stayed there while he slowly moved
his cock back and forth in a mouthful of his cum. I could really taste the
cum as my tongue was completely submerged in it.  I was running my tongue
as gently as I could around his mostly hard dick, keeping the seal with my
lips so that no more cum spilled.  He put one hand on either side of my
head, and pushed his entire cock deep into my already full mouth.  I tried
to protest, but it was too late: more jiss had already escaped.  He kept
his cock deep in for a few seconds, and then drew his cock out of my mouth
for the first time in more than an hour.  I sat up and looked at him.  He
had a look of disbelief on his face, telling me that I had done a good job.

"Have you swallowed yet?"  I couldn't speak so I just shook my head no.
"Looks like I gave you a mouthful, huh?"  I nodded.  "Show me," he said,
demonstrating how I should open my mouth.  I parted my lips, and let him
look at his cum in my mouth.  "Move your tongue around," he said with that
wonderful grin.  I let my tongue emerge from its hiding place in the creamy
white fluid. "Let some dribble down your chin onto your chest."  He was
enjoying this as much as he enjoyed the blow job.  I did as I was told and
expelled some of the cum, letting it run down my body.

"Boy you are one fucking great cock sucker! Covered in my cum and as hard
as a rock.  OK, I want to see it go down the hatch. Keep your mouth open
and let me watch you swallow.  I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and
heard his chuckle as the cum vanished down my throat.  "Very impressive!
Steve taught you well but you are a natural cock sucker".

He leaves me there to let the cum dry on my face while he goes to the
bathroom.  I hear him pissing for a full 5 minutes, and then the faucet
running. He returns, drying his face and hands on a towel. He looks at me,
thinking about something, then grins and says "Now put your clothes on, we
are going out for a while"

I scrambled around trying to find my shorts and top, and had an incredible
urge to pee. "Can I use the bathroom first? I need to piss and I better
clean up a little."

"No just hold it until I say so, pussy and I like the way my cum looks on
your face. You earned it boy, so leave it on there until I tell you to wash
it off".

We get in the car and I see he is heading downtown. "Where are we going?"
He just grins and continues driving. I get nervous as I notice that we seem
to be headed to the same neighborhood that I had gone to for that bar where
Derek picked me up. I know I don't want to go back there, especially if he
is there.  Myke parks right in the same block and I become real jittery
now.

"What's wrong, boy, why are you so nervous?" But then he crosses the street
and I can feel my pulse return to normal. I follow him into another bar,
but this one is different. Guys in boots, jeans and some with leather body
harnesses and no shirts. Some effeminate younger boys with dog collars
around their necks and rings in their nipples. One is bent over and being
fingered by a rough looking man with a leather vest.

"Over here boy I'll sit with my buddy Jack" They greet each other and Jack
just looks at me and says to Myke, "You get yourself a new boy dude?"

Myke sits down at the little table with Jack, and I stand there, awkward
because there are no more chairs and I get the idea that I'm supposed to
remain standing. "No, Steve just sent him over for the night because he
owes me for fixing his car last week. I'm glad he did, this little fag can
really suck cock".

I try to sink into the floor. I'm so embarrassed, even my stiff dick must
blushing.

"Haven't fucked him yet, but Steve tells me he's a real natural."

I stare down at my feet, trying to figure out what to do. I want to run
away but Steve wouldn't like that. I feel more humiliated than ever, Steve
using me to pay off a debt, and Myke talking about me as if I wasn't even a
person.

"Hey markey, go and get me and Jack a beer, get one for you too."

He gives me a bill and I turn to go but realize that I really need to pee
now. I bend down to whisper in his ear. " Uuuuuuu Myke , I really need to
go to the men's room"

" Speak up boy We can't hear you"

My face turns red as I realize that I am about to beg for the simple
pleasure of relieving myself. " C'mon Myke please let me go to the men's
room."

He grins at Jack and tells me, "That room is for MEN, you faggot, now go
and get those beers and make sure you bring one for yourself."

I walk over to the bar and wait for the bartender to acknowledge me. As I
stand there I begin to squirm as my bladder continues to demand
release. The guys at the bar see me and begin to comment on the cum on my
face. A big black guy comes over next to me and says, "Hey ho what's that
white stuff all over your pretty little white face?" He puts a finger into
my mouth and says "Whenever your man is done with you, I want some of them
pretty lips on my Johnson". All the guys at the bar have a good laugh at
this, and I am desperately afraid that my cock is growing and showing down
these skimpy shorts.

The bartender finally showed up, "Yea boy , what does your man want?"

"3 beers sir, please"

"OK sweetie get them over to him fast before they get warm"

I grab the 3 mugs and take them back to the table and sat them down. "What
the fuck took you so long" Myke said.

Not knowing what else to say I just apologized, and stood next to him. He
took a sip and toasted Jack, then told me to down my beer, and fast. I was
afraid to do that because my urge to pee was so strong, but I did it anyway
because by now I was accustomed to this kind of domination.

Jack and Myke continued to chat and sip their beers. I had downed mine as
ordered and was a little buzzed. I heard Jack ask Myke why he didn't fuck
me yet. "He has a nice ass, if you don't, I will".

Myke pulled me over to him and started to stroke my ass cheeks, then gave
me a few little smacks and grinned as I bent over slightly to accept his
big paw.

" Na , Jack, his pussy was not part of the deal, Steve wants that all to
himself for now."

Nobody will ever understand how happy that made me. Now I knew deep down
that Steve did have some affection for me. Even with all these humiliating
things I had to do, now I had some hope.

But all of a sudden I felt an enormous pressure building up as the beer
demanded its release. "Myke I gotta get to the bathroom right away."

"No, pussy there is no lady's room here and only MEN can use the men's
room". He continued to sip his beer.

Then it just let go. OOOOOOOOOooooooooo no! I was pissing my pants. Myke
never removed his hand from my buttocks, and I tried to stop the flow but I
couldn't. It would not have been so bad if I had my briefs on, or jeans or
something to absorb my urine, but I was horrified to see that I was making
a puddle on the floor.

They were really enjoying this and Myke gave my ass a hard smack. In the
meantime I saw that a group was standing around watching. I wanted to crawl
away , anyplace or anything would be better.

"You better clean up your mess, you faggot. Go tell the bartender what you
did and ask him for a rag to clean up your piss."

I could hardly lift my head up, let alone speak, but I finally mumbled,
"Please Myke don't make me do that"

He gave that smirk again and asked Jack what he thought. "Tell the pisspot
to take his tee shirt off and wipe his piss off the floor."

Steve laughed and told me to do as I was told. I got down on my knees and
started to remove my red shirt but looked up at Steve, pleading with him
not to force me into this. He just nodded his head for me to continue.

I took my shirt off and wiped the floor. Then I didn't know what to do, so
I just knelt there.

"Put your shirt back on faggot", Myke said. At this point I was so stunned
that I just obeyed.

"Stay right where you are, Jack and I are going to shoot some pool. I want
to see you there on your knees when we come back"