Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 20:11:55 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: Mark's Humiliation Part 6

July 27, 1999

Mark's Humiliation

Part 6

By botpuppy

I realize now where I am, in some leather bar on my knees in a piss soaked
top and shorts that barely cover my ass. Why did I ever get myself into a
mess like this?

Then I remember Steve, I know that he doesn't want to be cruel, he just needs
to have his own way. He wants me to prove that I can follow his orders, and I
get the strength to keep trying. He did tell Myke that he couldn't have my
ass, and that proves that he really does feel for me. So I just continue to
do what these guys want me to do.

Then the black dude walks over and smiles at me.

"Hey ho, how come u'r kneelin' on the flo, bitch?"

I couldn't muster enough strength to get up into a more respectable position,
I just turned down my face and looked at the floor.

He seemed to enjoy this scene. "Damn baby u stink what u been doin' here?."

I was hoping that he hadn't seen me wetting myself, but I couldn't manage an
answer, so I blurted out the truth.

"Myke wouldn't allow be to go to the toilet and I had an accident"

"Who the fuck is Myke".

"The white guy playing pool."

"I'm Derek baby, you need to sample a real man's cock, c'mon and  take a
little of my black dick between those sweet little lips of yours"

He reached down to unbutton his jeans, and pulled out his dick and stood with
his hands on his hips. I stared at his cock as it seemed to grow of its own
volition, the thing now must have been more than 9 inches long and a good 2
inches in diameter. The head on it flared out a good 2-1/2 inches across. As
big and hard as it was, it had a curve downward, it pointed straight up to
his belly and then curved down and away. His shaft was darker than the rest
of his body and his cock head was more pink than brown, and a big drop of
precum had formed on the head. Unconsciously, I licked my lips at the sight
of it. He smiled when he saw that.

"You like lookin' at that big black dick, don't ya baby? You want to taste
it, don't you boy? You want to lick that juice off the head? Go right ahead."

He released his dick and reached up and put his hand on the back of my head.
He began pulling my head down to his dick.

"No", I whimpered, "Don't make me do that."

He seemed to be enjoying this, a good looking teen on his knees, and making
feeble protests like a girl might do.

"C'mon baby you know you want it. Show me how much my lil white fag boy loves
his man's cock.

"N-n-n-o", I said weakly. His dick was now only an inch away from my face. I
could see the piss hole wide open before my eyes, that jewel of liquid
holding position in it. I sensed  the pulse of his cock, and could feel the
warmth of it. I could smell his scent, male sweat and musky. His cock seemed
to grow as I watched him. I realized that I wanted to taste that clear drop
glistening in front of my eyes.

I reached forward and my lips touched it. I could feel the viscous liquid
coating my lips as his dick moved back and forth across them.

"Go ahead and lick it, bitch." He ordered, "You want it, you know you do. But
first take off your pissy shirt and shorts."

By now it was as if I were in some sex crazed hypnotic state and without any
other thought I stripped as I had been told. He smirked when he saw that I
was obviously really turned on and my dick was as hard as a rock.

"That's a good boy", and he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor just
in front of him. I knelt down immediately, never even stopping to think of
the contemptuous way that he was treating me. He just gave me a sort of a
sneer as he looked down at me on my knees in front of him. "Now get back to
work faggot, I ain't got all night.

I let my tongue slip through my lips to taste the salty lube on his
cock. He pushed harder against my mouth and I opened up and let the head of
his cock begin to enter.  As he pushed, my mouth began to stretch open. I
started to panic, realizing the girth of the organ that was being pushed
into my mouth. But it was too late to pull back. The rim of that mushroom
head popped past my lips, stretching my mouth wide open. His hand held my
head firm and there was no pulling away. Slowly, some of the shaft moved in
along with it until dick was pressing against the sides and back of my
mouth.

I gagged, but he held me there, pulling back a just a bit to let me adjust
to the big tube of flesh in my mouth. Then he pushed in again. Gradually, I
stopped gagging so much but still felt like my mouth was stretched as far
as it would go. No way I could be said to be sucking his cock, I couldn't
even wiggle my tongue. He continued to force his way into me and I was
aware that because of the way that his cock curved downward it would slip
down into my throat easily. I had to breathe through my nose but I
managed. My nose was buried in his wiry black pubes, and, since I had to
breathe through my nose, I was getting intoxicated with his erotic smell
with every breath I took.

"He let out a moan, yea baby you did it, you're one fine bitch, now you can
stroke it for me".

I was confused until he took my hands and placed them under my chin moving my
fingers around, and then I knew that I was actually fondling his cock while
it was lodged down my throat. I felt his cock swell some more, and that
unmistakable rush of his semen coursing up from his balls and through his
cock. It was just too much for me, and my dick began to spasm uncontrollably.
I sprayed my load on his thighs, legs and feet. At the same time I felt a hot
torrent of his semen bursting into my throat. Again and again until I began
to choke on it.

He began to withdraw and his dick softened some, but continued to spurt into
my mouth now. Weak, I was afraid I would collapse but he withdrew and I
slumped on the floor. I felt as if I were drunk on the smell of his sweating
body and the taste of his semen . It was still in my mouth and as hard as I
tried I couldn't swallow it all down and it just kept running down my cheeks.

He pulled me up by my hair and told me that I better not waste any of his
juice, and I quickly wiped it from my face and then began to lick my fingers
clean.

"You are one hot faggot, bitch, that was the best blow job I ever had. You
can have your fill of my cock anytime"

I thought it was just another indication of how much I had changed in the
last day. A stranger forces me to take his cock down my throat in public, and
despite the embarrassment, I feel good because he tells me that I'm a great
cock sucker. I get off the floor and ask him to hand me my clothes.

"No faggot, they are still wet and stink of piss and cum. Nobody will want
you if you stink. I'll leave them with the bartender in one of his trash
cans."

Just then, Myke and Jack returned. Derek said, "Hey dude, hope its OK with
you if I used your boy here while you were playing pool. He is one fine cock
sucker man. Did you train him to give head so good."

I wanted to die then, I was so humiliated by the way they talked about me, as
if I were one of their cars.

Myke said, "No dude, He is just a born cock sucker I guess. He isn't mine
though, a buddy gave him to me for the night because I fixed his car last
week, and my buddy was short on cash."

I just put my arms down on the table and sobbed into them.

Derek walks off, and Jack says "I can't believe that anybody would do that.
Black dude just walks up to him and he sucks his cock. What kinda fuckin
faggot is he"

"A damn good cock sucking faggot is what he is man. I never had a blow job as
good as he can do it. Steve is one lucky stud to have him around".

Believe it or not, this remark caused my mood to brighten some.

Jack says "This has got me totally horned up dude, I gotta look around for
some action or my balls are gonna bust".

"I can't let you use his ass, but do you want Mark to suck your cock ?"

"Well sure man but is he really that down low, can you really just order him
to go down on me?"

"I saw the way he was checking you out when we came in, no problem dude,
watch this".

"Hey Markey, sweetie sit up I have a treat for you, Jack says that you can
suck him off now. Get down in front of him and show us how you make a man
happy".

I looked at Jack, sitting at the table with his legs spread wide. He was
another dark haired stud with a nice mound between his legs. "Move over here
boy I wanna give u something"

I crawled over to him and he opened the snap of his jeans and unzipped. "Pull
my jeans down, and get back down on your knees faggot. Now pull my boxers
down and keep your hands behind your back when you do it. I want to see just
how well you can use your mouth. It must be good for something besides cock
sucking."

I reached up, grasped the waistband of his boxers with my teeth and pulled
down. Then I sort of walked on my knees and repeated this on the other side.
But I couldn't just pull them down all the way because his cock was fully
erect now and pointing straight out through the slit in his boxers. I looked
up at him to see him grinning broadly, obviously enjoying the sight of me, on
my knees and humiliating myself. About 6 guys had gathered to watch.

Someone said, "Hey Jack give the fag a hand or he'll be all night". "Na, Jack
said, I gotta teach him that he has to earn my cock".


I sat back on my haunches for a while, trying to figure out some way to get
his boxers down without using my hands. He wasn't going to help that's for
sure, standing there with his hands on his hips, lording over me and playing
to the crowd. Then I got an idea. I moved around to his back and got the rear
of the waistband in my teeth and pulled it down. As I kept pulling it down,
the crowd began to applaud. I crawled back around and saw that the waistband
of his jockeys had slipped down right over his dick.

I didn't realize it then, but this incident proved to be a key event in my
life for a long time. I was proud of myself that I was able to get his boxers
off and earned the right to suck his cock. But right now I was so consumed
with lust that I just looked up to my master and silently begged him to allow
me to suck on him.

"Hey boy that was a great show, go ahead and get down on me, you earned it
faggot".

I moved quickly, as if he might change his mind. His dick was not nearly as
big as Derek's but it was a good size, jutting out from his groin with the
biggest pair of balls I ever saw pulled up tight against his shaft. A mass of
dark pubic hair topped it off, with a thin line of hair running up to his
lightly covered  broad chest. As he stood over me, I could see thick patches
of that same dark hair protruding in his arm pits. My dick throbbed just at
the sight of him.

I took his shaft all the way down my throat and buried my nose in the soft
curls of his pubes. He had a great smell, too and I found that this aroma was
to be a major turn on for me from then on.  All four of the guys I had sucked
smelled great to me, and each one was a little different. I bet that it
wouldn't take me long to identify one from the other just by inhaling his
pubes.

I began to move my mouth back and forth on his cock, opening wide on the way
down to his groin and squeezing his shaft with my mouth and lips as I pulled
back, releasing  his dick with a pop. Taking a deep breath, I open up wide
and gulped him down again and repeated this, pausing to look up at him for a
sign of approval. His eyes were shut and his jaw hung open slightly, making
guttural moaning signs. I tilted my head so that I could get my tongue in
between his shaft and his balls, licking away at the funky dried sweat.

Then I got back to his shaft and took it down to the root, grabbing his ass
cheeks to pull him even closer to me. My middle finger was teasing his crack
and I pushed in some more to work it into his ass hole. This made him began
buck his hips back and forth wildly. Just a few moments of this and I felt
his cock swell even more, and his balls contract and pull up. He yelled out
something I couldn't understand and as the first thrust of his hot seed burst
loose, I began to squirt my load too. He shot a few more times in my mouth
and then pulled out to continue pumping his stuff all over my face and hair.

When his dick had calmed down, he sat down heavily and caught his breath. In
a loud voice he was telling the crowd that, "Fuck, he must be the worlds'
best cock sucker ever, you guys should try some of this fag's mouth.

A really cute blonde guy said, "Hey Jack, let me have some of that mouth".
"Sure Greg c'mon and take my place".

Greg stood next to Jack and took his uncut cock out. I had never seen one
before and stared at it. Jack said "Hey slut suck that man's cock and make
him happy".

I took him into my mouth and his foreskin pulled back as he swelled up really
thick. 	

"Oh, man, you're really doing my cock good.  Keep sucking like that and it's
gonna blow in your mouth."  Greg started to develop a rhythm to his pumping.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "that's the way.  My dick really
likes your mouth."  He fucked my mouth a couple of times as if to prove it.
"Yeah, it's gonna want to shoot off in your mouth pretty soon.  I wanna cum
for you, boy, I want to feed you my load."

Greg's fingernails dug into my shoulders as he stared to face fuck me, a
steady pounding of his dick in and out of my mouth.  I shut my eyes and let
him have his way.  Harder and faster, slamming into me, smacking my forehead
against his hard stomach.  He started breathing heavily and grunting as I
could feel his cock swell up even more and become harder in my mouth.
Suddenly his hands moved up to grasp my head. "You want my load boy?" he
asked, removing his cock from my mouth.

"Please sir, let me taste it."  I said, close to shooting my own load again.

Greg used the heel of his left hand to push my forehead back, until we made
eye contact.  His twitching saliva covered cock was pointed directly at my
face.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna let you swallow my load boy.  But first I'm gonna shoot
my spunk on that pretty face of yours."  He helpd my face perfectly still
with one hand, looking at me intently and holding his cock with the other.
He moved his hand and rubbed it over his cock once ,"Take it boy." he groaned.

One thick rope of semen shot of from his cock and splashed on my forehead.
Greg moaned and pushed my open mouth towards his spitting, shooting cock.
"Ohhhh yeah, cumming in your mouth now boy.  Swallow it!  Swallow the cum
right out of my balls."  groaned Greg, as a second larger glob of creamy
spunk filled my mouth.

Greg gasped and held my head down harder on his cock, the next blast of cum
so powerful, I thought it would shoot out my nose.  He pulled out so only the
head was in my mouth. "Taste my spunk boy.  Yea, take it all!."

His rock hard cock continued to fire its copious, thick liquid into my mouth
as I struggled to swallow.  While he was shooting, my cock shot yet another
load all over his hairy legs.  Greg fired off the
last bast of cum deep in my throat.  Breathing heavily, he stood above me
looking into my eyes as I swallowed the last of his sweet load.  He pulled
his still hard cock out of my mouth and used it to scoop up the thick shots
of his cum still on my face, he then put his cock back in my mouth to let me
swallow what I had missed.

Pulling away he said, "That was fucking great Jack. You're right he's a born
cock sucker. His throat is better than any cunt I ever had."

As I sat there on my haunches, they all continued to talk about me, calling
me Myke's faggot or boy or cocksucker, but never by my name. Then one of them
asked Myke if he could fuck his new boy. "Hell no, If anybody gets his dick
into that bitch's ass its gonna be me, but I told Steve I wouldn't use his
ass".

"I don't fuckin' believe that Myke, a hot bitch like that and you don't want
to fuck him? Your're losing your touch dude."

They were speaking in loud voices and none of them seemed to care who heard
them or what my feelings were. I looked at Myke and he stared at me with a
strange look in his eye, thinking about something. Then he said, "Hey faggot,
get up and get that ass over to the pool table".

I knew by then to obey or he would get mean, so I did it and walked, still
naked, to the pool table in the back room. Guys were slapping my ass as I
made my way through the crowded bar to the pool table. Four men were playing
a game of eight ball but stopped and began to pinch my nipples and feel me up
until Myke appeared. " hey dudes do u mind if I use the table for a while?. I
wanna use it to give this bitch a good fuck."

"Nnnnnooo Myke you can't do that, you know that Steve won't let you use my
ass." I stammered and I felt completely humiliated at being used this way.

"Shut your mouth, bitch you know you want this cock, and I am going to give
it to you and show you how good a real man can make you feel.

" No I won't let you do it, and tried to run away." Then Derek grabbed me and
picked me up, walking me back to the pool table. He laid me down on my back
with my ass up on the ledge. I was kicking and thrashing about until Greg and
Jack took hold of my legs and spread them wide, then bent them back so that
my hole was on display. Derek was sitting on my chest, with his big dick
resting on my face.

Then Myke began to stroke my thighs and felt around my ass till he found my
hole and drilled a finger into me. I winced and they all laughed and told
Myke to get on with it so that they could get their turn.
Myke said, "Open up that pussy bitch, I'm coming in ready or not." He pulled
his jeans down and gave his dick a few strokes. Then I felt the head of his
cock probing around at my hole and I began to sob uncontrollably.

All of a sudden, he spun around and I saw Steve. He grabbed Myke by his dick
and punched him in the face so hard that Myke fell down on the floor. "You
low life I told you that Mark's ass belongs to me", and began to kick Myke
around.

Myke hollered, "Ok, ok, what the hell is the big deal about some faggot's
hole anyway?", and Steve gave him another kick. "Keep your fucking hands off
of him, do you understand, dick breath?"

The other guys looked stunned and made for someplace, then Steve picked me
up, threw me over his shoulder, carried me out of the bar, and threw me into
his car. " Oh Steve I was never so glad to see anyone in my life."

"Don't say another fucking word you bitch, just sit there and be quiet".

He drove fast back to his house, parked in the garage and told me to get out
and go down to his room. He followed me in and pushed me into his bathroom
and made me get into the shower, turning on the water, this time very hot.
"Wash yourself up good faggot you smell like a fucking toilet, and clean out
your pussy too." He threw a bottle of shampoo at me and told me to wash my
hair too. When I was finished he told me to brush my teeth and gargle. He
took a towel and dried me off, spreading my ass cheeks apart and wiping my
crack till he was satisfied. Then he told me to get into his bed. He stood at
the foot of the bed and stared at me hard, thinking. I couldn't control
myself any more and began to sob, my chest heaving, and trembling as I tried
to say, "Oh Sir I'm so sorry I disappointed you, won't you forgive me and
give me another chance?"

I was afraid of what he was going to do when he walked around the bed,
staring at me with a strange look on his face, but then he bent over and
kissed me tentatively as if he were still trying to sort out something in his
mind. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, gently.

"No, tonight was my fault and I never should have made you try to prove
yourself to me by sending you to that bastard Myke. While I was fucking
Betty, I all of a sudden realized just how fond of you I really have been all
these years that we have been friends.  I can't say love yet because I really
am not sure just what love means, but I promise you that I will do my best to
clean up my act and treat you better. Right now, I can't promise you any more
than that."

I was so happy that I wept, and said, " Oh thank you Sir, you……" But he
kissed me again, and told me
" No more of that sir stuff, Markey, remember, my name is Steve." He got up
and took his clothes off and laid down beside me.

I reached down to fondle his dick, but he turned me over on my side and held
me close to him, spoon style. "We have plenty of time for sex baby you need
some sleep now", and kissed me on the side of my neck.

I thought that I would never sleep that night but I was so content being
there so warm and close to him that I soon drifted off, dreaming of how lucky
I was to have such a great lover and a real friend.

EPILOGUE

The rest of that summer was almost heavenly. Steve and I saw each other
almost every day. He continued to be a total top, and that didn't bother me
at all. I did ask him once if I could fuck him, and he agreed. But I sensed
that he did that only to try to please me, and I decided that it would be
better if we maintained the roles that we both had become familiar with.

He did suck my dick sometimes before he fucked me, and he never failed to
lube me up good with his tongue which drove me crazy with lust for him.

Sadly, summer and high school days came to an end. I left town to go to a
college out of state, despite my objections. Steve was a great comfort saying
that we would never forget each other and that it was time for me to move on.

He later married Betty and had four kids. After graduation, I returned home
to a decent job. We still see each other occasionally, and I was godfather to
his first boy. They named him Mark, and I spoil him terribly with gifts each
birth day.

I have had a lot of other men in my life, some I would like to forget. But I
still cherish my memories of that summer with Steve and I am so happy that I
had the good sense to put my tongue on his dick that first night.

I hope everyone has enjoyed my story. Most of it is based on my experiences
that summer, perhaps embellished by the years.

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