Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2018 20:34:43 -0500 From: John Comstock Subject: Haven and Hell Installment 2 Haven & Hell (Installment 2) If you're not looking for sex – including authoritative use between guys (over the age of consent), then look elsewhere. Also please be of legal age and can legally read this type of work where you live Nifty cost money to run, it needs your donations if it's going to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only complete, including the copyright notice. Any resemblance to other places is strictly by accident. This is a piece of fiction in the author's mind that he wished does exist. Preface-The story takes place in Chicago and is something that this faggot wish would exist somewhere. It was written due to the fact that I was having writers block with another story that is being worked on...Scout Rob In-Charge. Hoping this will get that block taken care of so I can continue to write that story. The other story by this author is called The Trucker's Inn. Both can be found on Nifty.org. I welcome feedback on this story. Also happy to receive messages on my Tumblr page, which a few of you did. Also have enjoyed the correspondence with other faggots as well as Sirs from all over. Always try to respond to you when you contact this faggot. Please e-mail me at kcamsub@gmail.com Go to my Recon account kcam Tumblr kcolderfaggot Also wanted to let you know an Alpha Sir in England dared me to write about the first time this faggot realized it was a true submissive faggot. That story that is found on my Tumblr page, I plan on reposting it each time I send Nifty.org a new story line. If you have not read it, I hope you do and maybe even repost it to yours. Kcamsub Authoritarian/CMNM/Humiliation/Urination _________________________________________________ Haven & Hell Chapter Four – Entering Hell As Cliff walked away, Master Nate looked at me and said, "Let's go boy." We started walking towards the door. It seemed a bit weird leaving Haven this way. Usually I just head home after this, I mean this has become my neighborhood bar that I am comfortable in. But, this time I was leaving as a sub faggot with Master Nate leading the way. I looked around feeling like everyone was staring at me, but to be honest it seemed like no one really cared. As we reached the door, Master Nate turned around and looked at me one more time. "You do understand you will follow all my orders tonight? Even if you think it is strange." I nodded. "Just remember all the rules we went over and you should be okay." Again I nodded, so he turned and started walking, which I just followed knowing he was leading me into Hell. Once outside we started walking towards the parking lot just across the street. I figured Nathan parked his car there and we would drive to wherever, assuming it would be in Boys Town. It was a comfortable evening to say the least, but all I could concentrate on is Sir Nate's body and what he had told me about this place. My cock started stirring just thinking about the possibilities. I mean tonight I have already had a strange man grab my junk and squeeze, and when Cliff did that to me, it was very exciting. I couldn't believe I was turning over power to Sir Nate and letting whatever happens, just happen. We finally got into the parking lot and we walked to a black car. Nothing fancy, just a small car so it was easier to park in Chicago. I had already learn that in this town, you are better off with a smaller car. I think it was a Chevy Spark. No matter, he opened up the back hatch. I started wondering if he was going to make me lay in the back of the car. Then all of sudden he spoke in a more demanding tone. "Strip boy." I am sure the look on my face was pure shock. "What right here Sir?" He grabbed my cheeks with his right hand and squeezed and said, "You said you would do anything I say...I said STRIP!" Since all I had on was the t-shirt and jeans (my underwear now in the hands of Cliff) with a pair of shoes, it didn't take long. While I was taking off my clothes, he was getting something out of the back. Once naked, he had something made of leather in his hand. At one end it looked more like a collar and at the other was a smaller loop. There were two straps about half way down the long leather strap. He took the end that looked like collar and undid the buckle and put it around my neck and buckled it. It was a bit tight and there was a ring on the front side. My cock was as hard as a rock with doing something so daring as to stand out in a parking lot naked. Then he took the smaller loop, which had snaps and unsnapped those and wrapped it around my cock and balls and re-snapped them. He had to hold my cock and balls while doing this and he wasn't that gentle, which just heighten my awareness of the whole scene. I looked down and saw a second ring just at the top of what was now my cock ring. He had to adjust the length of the strap that now connected my neck collar to my leather cock ring. Finally he took the upper strap and wrapped around me, which the strap came just under my armpit. He snapped this then repeated with the lower strap, which was just below my pecs. This made my man boobs stick out a bit. "Okay, get dressed. We're almost ready to go." As I was getting dressed, Master Nate attached a leash to the ring on the collar. "Just put the shirt over it, but let it hang out at the bottom of the shirt so those who know will see it." As I was getting dressed, Nate took off his shirt and was wearing a leather harness of some kind, which just made his chest look that more massive. He took the contract out and shoved in his pant pocket. I finished getting dressed, but the collar was about an inch and a half thick so anyone could see it, and the leash handle end was down below my crotch. After closing the hatch he turned around and grabbed my tits through the shirt and squeezed. "We are going to have some fun tonight, and my guess is this is just the beginning. Give me your money so when we go in I will do all the paying and talking faggot." Letting go of my tits, I handed him the money and he just said, "Let's go," so I started to head to the passage side. "Oh no, we are walking fag. You are to walk to the right of me, one step behind me. That is what a proper faggot, like you should do." All of this was stated in a demanding tone that reinforced the idea of who was in charge. So we started walking back towards Haven. I am sure I had a really confused look on my face, but off we went. What kind of bothered me was walking by or even worse back into Haven and friends that I have made see me like this. No matter, I wanted this, so I followed Master Nate and we walked across the parking lot, then the street then head to the side of the building where Haven was. Once on that side, I saw a sidewalk leading to the back parking lot, which I know I must have seen, but really had never paid attention to it before. As we reached the back of the building and turned the corner, I saw a stairway heading down to the basement, just as he had described. My thought was how ironic, Haven is over Hell, but then it kind of made sense to me since Cliff, the owner of Haven and tonight I found out also owned Hell. I guess he just owned the whole building. All of a sudden Nathan just stopped and turned to me. "Take off that fucking shirt faggot," in a VERY demanding tone. He had now stepped into the Master role completely. I took off the shirt and handed to him. He grabbed the leash and started leading me down the stairs to Hell. The stairs seemed longer than normal for a flight of stairs. Once at the bottom, he swiped his card and it clicked and we went in. My life was about to change forever. Once inside, there was the window with a man sitting there. I realized the man was naked and was chained to the station. He had ankle cuffs on with chains that were attached to the floor, and his wrists had iron cuffs on them with a chain connecting the two that was about a foot long. The iron collar he wore also had a chain attached in the back that was also to the floor. The guy could only move about 2 foot in any direction, which was enough for him to help us. "Hey timmy (he said in a demeaning way), this is my new boy. Here is the contract he signed upstairs with Cliff," as Nathan handed him the contract. I knew not to say anything, since I read up enough to know the Dom takes the lead in these cases. "He is my 20 dollars for tonight. I still have cash on my card to use inside so I don't need extra. Here is faggot's 40 dollars for membership and tonight, plus another 20 to put on its card if we want drinks. I will need only one locker for The Locker tonight, since I will not be taking that much off." He said the last part with an evil smile and turned to me. "Faggot, timmy is one of Cliff's slave boys and usually works the front desk at night. Take a look at his package." I looked down and saw that he had a small cage covering his cock. Then I realized he was completely shaved from head to toe (with the exception of the eye brows and lashes). I tried not to look surprised or shocked, but I am sure I did. This was all so new to me, but for whatever reason, it all felt right. When timmy came back he had a membership card printed. He then put the 20 dollars credit on it, handed a key to Master Nate with my membership card and buzzed us through. "Have fun tonight Master Nate...it looks like you could be the talk of the evening," timmy said as we left. As we entered there was the hallway to main area that Nathan had described very well. He pulled on my leash and we stated to walk, the within two steps, we turned left, right into a room full of lockers...The Locker. He just yanked on my chain until he found our locker. Once at the locker. Master Nate undid the opening to the front flap of his leather pants. Part of me wondered did he want me to do something sexual here, but I remembered the rule about The Locker...this was for changing only, no sexual action here. Then a couple of more snaps on his pants and the front flap was hanging down between his legs. He reached behind him and I heard several more snaps and the whole piece was off. He then had what looked like butt-less chaps on and a cock that was ready for action. His dick looked as good as when I had seen it in the restroom a few nights back. He threw that piece and my t-shirt in the locker. He then turned to me. "Okay faggot, shoes off." I followed the order and put them into the locker. "Now those fucking pants boy." Again I followed his orders and put them into the locker. There I was standing naked in front of him with only the leather harness thing he had put on me, and my cock was in full erect mode. Then he showed me my membership card, which had two bands attached to it. He slid the card using the bands onto my left arm, with the bar code up so it could be read. I looked at it and above the barcode it read "Faggot Bryon". I was for sure branded a faggot and loving it. "Now a couple of more things for you to understand about your role tonight. First remember to be on my right side if possible, just behind me when we are walking are even if we are standing and talking with others. If we are talking to others, you are not to start any conversations, but you may always answer questions when put to you, but include the word `Sir" when talking with others. You will be only talking with other Sirs, so if another faggot/slave was there you address his Sir in answering questions and not talk to the faggot. Again address me as Master Nate, Master or Sir at all times. Finally if I say `heel' that is for you to get down either on your knees when we're just standing or on all fours and crawl if we are walking. By the way, I am already proud of you for all you have done so far, and you seem to remember the rules. I know you wanted to suck on my cock as soon as you saw it and you did nothing in here. Good faggot. Okay I think we are ready to go and start your faggot adventure." With that he grabbed my leash and undid the hook of the leash from the ring on the collar. I thought maybe I would be on the honor system to follow. I was wrong. He reattached the leash to the ring that was just above the cock ring, so I was going to be lead around by my cock on a leash as opposed to the leash attached to the dog collar. As we left The Locker we turned left and I was one step behind him on his right side as we headed down the hall. Chapter Five "OMG" As Sir Nate was pulling on the leash connected to the cock ring, we finally entered the main room. I could see the room called the Piss Trough to my left, but I knew I would never be in there, just in the room below it getting all the piss this faggot needed. The main room looked like many bars I had been in. There were about 25 to 30 men in there. The bartenders were naked behind the bar and most of the men were clothed with some to little clothing including a half dozen just in jock straps. I did see a couple of men naked, but they seemed to be with someone, so I assumed they were other faggots like me. As we walked up to the bar, the bartender ask Nate what he wanted, which was a Bud Light. It was in a metal bottle, since no glass would be permitted anywhere. The guy next to Sir Nate was a beefy like man with just jeans on and no shirt. "Hey Nate, looks like you have a new boy there. Kind of a tall one ain't he?" Ya, but he really wants to explore his submissive side. Don, this is my faggot bryon. Show the man how well you mind boy, heel." With that I dropped to my knees right next to Sir Nate. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping already, but without a doubt, I was enjoying the atmosphere. "Good boy," as he rubbed the top of my head. So Don, what are you looking for tonight...anything in particular?" "Naw, just playing and seeing what comes my way. Hoping maybe to get a crack at your boy there, but the night will tell." As I looked around the room, I realized that I was the only faggot on my knees, so it made me stand out, which is what Sir Nate wanted right from the start. Some of the men were just talking like you would do in any bar, but there were some odd things happening that perked my interest. One guy had three men in front of him and he was letting them put clothes pin on him. Another two guys were stroking each other's cocks as they just talked. Then I saw one of the other faggots bent over and his owner was fucking him while he just kept talking with this other man. I really wasn't paying attention to what Master Nate and Don were talking about, but when I looked at Don at this level I realized he had a nice size cock and it was at full mast in his pants. It looked like no underwear. He caught me looking and rubbed his crotch for me. I just smiled and probably turned 10 shades of red. After a while, Sir Nate yanked on the leash, which of course just made my cock leak more precum. "Time to take a little tour and to get you something to drink. I also think you need to warm up a bit before I deposit my seed in your ass fag. Get up," as he yanked the leash again. He took the last swig of his beer and put the bottle on the bar then started walking with me on the leash. He actually wound the leash around his hand to shorten the length so that he could pull on it. We got several stares for sure while walking, let's face it, it was weird for a man of 5'10" yanking on a leash attached to a man/boy/fag who was 5 inches taller. He continued to walk towards the back of the bar. I saw the small hall to the two stalls next to the bar as well as the beaded curtain with `Anonymous' over it. Then we walked down the small hallway to the Fuck Room. Once in here I could see everything that Nathan had described to me. There was one guy in a sling waiting to get fucked and to the right two of the holes on the wall had asses sticking out with their legs strapped to the wall so their asses were very much exposed. One had someone fucking him and the other was waiting. He pulled me over to the one that was not being used. "Listen fag, I am hoping very soon that will be your ass hanging out one of these windows. With an ass like yours, you gonna have lots of takers for sure," as he swatted my ass hard. I jumped in excitement since that was the first time any man had swatted my bare ass, even though I have swatted several times before wearing pants. "You see fag, you just walk up and start to fuck. The person on the other side has absolutely no say-so on what goes on including bareback or condom. If you would want a condom you would ask one of the attendants and there is lube dispensers by each window." I could see the lube was in what looked like liquid soap dispensers and then I looked around and saw two beefy men in skin tight tank tops and just jocks, both white. It was obvious that these were the attendants and no one would mess with them. Sir Nate continued, "What's great is most of the time you don't need lube because they are already lubed up or have cum in them for lube. No matter it is the call on this side for that as well, see." With that Sir Nate stepped up and shoved his cock in the guy's ass. I could hear the guy moaning on the other side. After about 30 seconds he pulled out. There were paper towel dispensers as well so he got a paper towel and wiped off the lube. I'm sure my face was looking like an "Oh My God ... can this really be happening" face. "Close your mouth faggot. You'll have it open very shortly so you can get some refreshment." He pulled on the leash and we left the room back into the main bar area. There were already more men (and faggots) around. One faggot was on all fours next to his master. Upon looking down, I saw that he had a dog's tail butt plug in and was wagging it. There were a couple more faggots that were sucking on men's cocks. Looking over at the dart area, one of the dart board areas had a small ledge and a faggot was up on it with its ass sticking out. They were throwing darts with small suction cups on them at the faggot's ass. Some of the men were fully dressed, some even in suits with ties while other men wore leather or some in just jeans and a t-shirt. It was a very interesting mix of people. Sir Nate led me across the room and to the staircase going down to the lower floor. As we walked down the stairs, men who were walking up kept grabbing either my cock or my ass as we passed. Nathan just snickered at what was going on. Once at the bottom of the stairs he turned and told me that I would be getting lots of grabbing, but everyone knew you were my boy faggot. "Time to get you some refreshments boy and I need some relief." I could see we were headed right to the Piss Room. As we entered, it was pretty much as Nathan had described it upstairs. The Trough was along the back wall. Some of it was at foot level, but wide enough for a man to lie down or sit in and get pissed on. Part of it was a bit elevated, which meant a faggot or slave could be bent over there and pissed on or even better piss fucked. I could see The Cage at the other end of the room. No one was in there yet, but I was sure that someone would be soon, if not me. Then to our left were the piss tubs. Sir Nate yanked on the leash and pulled me in that direction. He pointed to the far one and said, "Get in faggot...time for you to enjoy recycled beer." Once in the tub, he attached the leash to a bar above the tub, almost like how the old west cowboys would take their reigns from the horses and tied them around a hitching post. Standing to my left, he let out a gusher of piss. He first aimed it for my mouth, then my body and back to my face. I closed my eyes and tried to take in as much piss as possible. Then I felt a second stream hit my cock and balls. OMG...it was happening. A golden shower orgy was starting to cover this faggot. A felt a third then a forth stream, each one covering my body and face. I finally opened one eye to see who was pissing on me, not that it mattered. It was really interesting. Two of the guys had on leather vests and pants with average to above average cocks. They seemed to be looking for someone to release their heavy duty piss on. The other guy was a short person (dwarf) standing on a stool and his cock was actually larger than the other two guy's cocks. Without a doubt I was in hog heaven. Sir Nate looked at me and said, "Since you are getting your beer...recycled (said with a snarly smile)...I will go get me another beer. Hope you enjoy your time in there faggot." The other three men just laughed as they were all starting to finish up their pissing. I was able to get several rounds down my throat, but most of the piss was coating this faggot. He was gone for about 5 to 10 minutes and in that time, a half a dozen other men came up and pissed on me. I finally figured out that by having the collar and the leash attached to a hitching post, most everyone realized that I was under someone else's control and just pissed on me. One man had a smaller cock, but pissed with a mighty force. Two of the men came up were completely nude, but had no collar, so I assumed they were other faggots that were on the loose and didn't mind degrading a fellow faggot. Two other guys had rather nice cocks they pulled out of their jeans they were wearing. The last guy had a good size cock but was shorter than the other two. When I finally focused I realized it was the 5'7" tall guy from the gym who had spotted me earlier in the day. "See I told you before...`nice' and this time with my piss on you, it is even nicer," he said looking down right at me. As he pissed he made sure to get my cock and balls, be he really seemed to enjoy spraying my face with his hot yellow heavenly stream. I was even able to get some of his piss in my mouth, which was heaven. As he was just about finished, Sir Nate walked up and said to him, "See you like pissing on my boy." "He really has a fucking nice body. Got to see earlier today, but this is much better." "Where'd you see it at?" "At the gym when he took a pic of his boner, which is amazing that he is such a faggot with a cock that beautiful." "How true, but what fun for us." "I helped him spot when lifting and he seemed to enjoy the view up my shorts while doing it...since he got a raging hard-on when he was lifting." "So you the one that got him all hot. The pic was for me. By the way, Nate or Nathan is the name." "Gary...So I hope I can have some more fun with your faggot tonight Nate." "I am sure you can and hope you will. I am going to first pop that cherry, then I'm goin' to let anyone have at that faggot's ass. He does enjoy his piss time. Look at the fucking cock." "Hell that is even harder than when I saw it at the gym. Is this the first time for the fag here?" "Yes it is and I plan on making it the best time of his life up to now." They continued to chit-chat, talking about me like I wasn't there. For the first time I started to feel like just an object to Sir Nate and not a person. While they continued to talk, several other men came up and pissed on me and one of the faggots that had pissed on me, earlier, had gotten into the tub next to me. I imaged I was in the tub for maybe a half hour or better. Time didn't make that much difference to me at this point. Then my concentration was broken when Sir Nate was saying something to me. "Hey faggot, I am talking to you. Do you need a little protein in that diet for tonight boy?" I didn't understand, but I just nodded assuming he was in charge. "Hey Gary, I'm goin' to take him over to the pit to see how my much sperm he can get or as us Sirs call it the faggot getting a milkshake. You're more than invited to come and watch or even contribute if you want to." "Think I'm going to just cruise around a bit, but when you're ready to pop that cherry, I want to be in the front row, so try and find me." "Will do." With that being said, he undid the leash that he had lashed to the hitching post and yanked on in to get up. I was finally getting use to the leash directing his orders to me. I didn't dry off so the piss kind of was just sticking to my skin that was not excess, but it felt really good to me, like this is what I have been missing all my life. We walked out of the Piss Room into the open area where now probably 30 plus men were gathering. With me on a leash, several of the men were looking almost in awe of Sir Nate for having a boy that was 6'3" tall with a good size cock that was still semi hard and covered in piss. "Hey Nate, you need to put that snake in a cage before it bites someone," one guy said with the others laughing with him. He walked me over to the doorway that had `The Pit' above it. I remembered Nathan telling me earlier that this is where faggots go to suck cock through glory holes. He took me to one of the attendants standing near the door in his white jock and tank top. He handed the leash to the attendant who was just about an inch shorter than me, but more buff. "Okay, this is my boy tonight. I want him tied to one glory hole for 30 minutes no more, no less. I will be watching from above from time to time, but I know you will take good care of him." "Yes Sir. I will put the timer on so I know when 30 minutes is up Sir. I will hold him outside the room until you are ready to take his leash Sir." With that the attendant yanked on my leash and I followed him in. He put me in front of a glory hole that was larger than normal. I remembered that Nathan had told me some guys like to get rimmed here, so it was larger for that purpose. The room is exactly how Nathan had described it to, glory holes on all three walls and the ceiling was a mirror, which then I remembered he said was a two-way mirror. The attendant took the leash and attached it to the wall so I was stuck at the one hole. There were a couple of other faggots in there, but they were jumping from hole to hole as cocks were being put through. Then this cock appeared in front of me. It was about 6 plus inches hard, but I could tell belonged to a man with a belly on him, since it was hard for him to press it all the way in. The hole being larger let me stick my head thru a bit to help him out. I started sucking on his cock and he must have been very horny, since it took less than 2 minutes and he was shooting it down my throat. Nice salty taste, but it was the first of many in the next 30 minutes. Since I could hear through the hole, I listened as different men would say things like, `this faggot has the best mouth I have had in a while' or `love face fucking a taller man and degrading him.' Most of the cocks were 5 inches or better averaging about 6-7 inches over the period of time. I was sucking on one guy and all of a sudden I felt something different. The guy was pissing down my throat. I knew to swallow it and not let any drip out the sides of my mouth. He made a comment afterwards that I heard about `needing to find a good faggot urinal.' Since they could see me, my thought was I was gaining a reputation already here in Hell and loving it. The timer went off and the attendant came and got me and took me to the opening of the room and stood there with my leash in his hand waiting for Sir Nate to come back. Standing there, I tried to count up how much did I take in during that time. I think I sucked about 12 to 15 men, some being very quick to come and a couple taking longer. Of course the one guy who used me as a urinal didn't stay to get sucked off. Finally, Sir Nate arrived. "Thanks for taking care of my boy, it looked like he had a good time." "I think he did Sir. Let me put it this way, he was the only faggot in there with no rest time." They both laughed as Sir Nate took the leash. We walked a few steps and he turned to me. "Okay faggot, do you think you're still cleaned out back there or should we do one more cleaning while down here? The Fuck Room is next." Thinking fast, since I knew I was supposed to answer any questions, "It is up to you Sir. This faggot can always be cleaned out further if you wish Master Nate." "Okay, that is probably a good idea." We headed to the `Hose Out' sign and as we walked in there, two faggots were being cleaned out by the attendant. We stood and waited our time. I noticed that each table (really more like a fuck bench) had a hose that was inserted with water being pumped in. Then there would be a large funnel type of thing shoved around the faggot's ass so when he let go it would go into there and down the funnel. Really for being the hose out room, it didn't smell too much like shit. I think it was because of how they eliminated the waste. Once one of the tables was cleared, the attendant cleaned it off, which considering what we were doing seemed almost over sanitized. The attendant then undid the nozzle end and put it in what I think was a sanitizer and got a new one put on the end. "Evening Sir," said the attendant. "Do you want me to do the cleaning Sir, or do you wish to do it yourself." "Since you're the expert, I would rather you do it." "Great Sir. Basic fill or do you wish the Extreme fill Sir?" My mind went wild thinking what the attendant meant. I rarely had cleaned out my ass and when I did it was with not a lot of water...so what they hell was an extreme fill? "Just the basic this time. He was cleaned out earlier, but just want to make sure." With that the attendant put the nozzle in my ass, then I felt water going in. After about 10 seconds, the attendant told me to hold it, so I squeezed tightly as he removed the nozzle. He then put the funnel up to my ass, which had a bit of a suction to it. Then he told me to release, which I did. What I had not seen earlier was when it came out of the funnel into the drain there was an opening to see how clear it was. "Looks pretty clean Sir, but do you wish the faggot to have another Sir?" It was becoming more and more apparent that everyone would be talking to Nathan about what to do with me, and not talking to me directly. I was an object to him. "Naw...he was pretty clean before we came here tonight...but thanks." I got up and again Sir Nate yanked on the leash, pulling me and my cock in his direction. I was really starting to enjoy being led around by my cock. Sir Nate started looking around. I wasn't sure what he was looking for, but after a couple of minutes we started up the stairs. The nice thing about the stairs is that they were wide enough for up and down traffic, but not for loitering on, so no one ever seemed to just stop on the stairs and chat, even if they saw someone they wanted to chat with. However, the stairs were definitely fun, since just like before there was lots of slapping my ass or grabbing a tit or a grope of my cock and balls. It was very interesting to say the least. When we got to the top of the stairs, Sir Nate walked over to the bar. "Hey Joe (the bartender), give me a butt plug." I was kind of surprised, since I thought Sir Nate would just fuck me and not use toys to do the job. The bartender went around the backside of the bar and brought out a medium size butt plug. Sir Nate grabbed my left arm and put it on the counter. Joe scanned the butt plug, which had a bar code on the bottom then my membership card. Sir Nate took the butt plug and put it in his side pocket of his chaps, which was the first time I noticed he had several pockets on the chaps. "Thanks Joe." "No problem, enjoy." Looking at me, Sir Nate explained. "When I fill you with my seed it will stay up there for a while. The butt plug will guarantee that fag. The reason for swiping your card, it's checked out to you. However if you leave with it they will take 30 dollars off you card as if you bought it. They sterilize every butt plug during day, so each butt plug is used only once a night, then it is sterilized for the next user. Interesting way to have toys in use without having to bring them. Just don't forget we need to return it before we leave." He started looking around again, then he yanked on my leash, pulling on my never ending hard cock and we started to walk towards the dart boards. By now they had to be at least a couple of hundred people in the place and it was very busy. Now you saw faggots on their knees drinking piss of Alpha Sirs while the Sirs just continued to chat with friends. Several others looked more like slaves, since they were very clean shaven from head to toe and seemed to have more a demeanor of a slave. A couple of the slaves were older men, who are well built and in other settings would be considered an Alpha Sir. As we reach the dart board area, I saw Gary sitting at one of the high top tables with his cock hanging out of his jeans. We walked over to Gary as he got a big smile on his face. As we walked up, Sir Nate said, "Hey Gary, just about to pop the cherry. You told me to find you. Still interested?" "Hell yes! Let's get this going Nate." With that, Gary got up and Sir Nate yanked on the dog leash and we headed for the Fuck Room. Once inside, the wall seemed to be very busy with only one empty hole and most of the asses being used. The slings we full, but one of the fuck benches was open. We walked over to it and laid claim to it. It was interesting the protocol and courtesy of this place was very well established. If someone was going to use the Fuck Bench, Sir Nate would have backed off. The bench was on a raised platform and a foot off the ground. He jumped up there, then yanked on my leash to come up, which I did. "Okay faggot, I want you to experience this in your mind as it is physically happening." With that Sir Nate pulled a blindfold out of one of his pockets and put it on me. "Hey Gary, I need your help. Let's get this faggot on the bench." I could sense another person on the platform, then I felt four hands guiding me on to the bench. As they put me in place, my torso was on a vinyl/leather padded board. Then they put my legs into position, which had my lower legs on boards of the same material. Then my forearms were put on two more boards with the again the same material. The position sort of had me with my ass slightly higher than my head and upper chest and my head was not on anything. Then I felt the straps being put around my torso. There were two of them each about 2 inches wide. Then two hands strapped down my arms to the board, while the other two were strapping down my legs. Basically, I was on display with my ass pointing towards the larger area of the room. "What do you think Gary? Is this faggot ready to be fucked?" "Nate, if you don't soon, I'm going to jump in and break the cherry. He is fucking hot." Now I remember Nathan telling me of the protocol, so I knew Gary was teasing, but it really was hot hearing all this and my cock was dripping like crazy. "Don't think we need this cow to `moo' loud tonight," I heard Sir Nate say. With that, some type of bandana was at my mouth. "Open up cow," which I did and he slid it into my mouth and wrapped it around my head and tied it in the back. "There...the pig can try and squeal as loud as it wants." I was getting very turned on my the reference to farm animals, like he was treating me as livestock. By this point, I felt there were several people looking on. Some were even starting to touch me, but I could tell cautiously, so not to make Sir Nate mad. Again, that protocol at work. I had a couple of guys rub my nipples, and got one guy to kind of slap my ass. Just a true feeling of being an exhibitionist, which I was finding very exciting and yet feeling normal inside my mind, like I should have been doing this all my life. Then I felt a cold hand on my ass. "Hey Gary, take the leash, so I can do my thing back here." I could feel the leash being handed to someone, so I assumed it was Gary. The cold hand, I could feel, had lube on it and he was starting to work it into my ass. First I felt one finger in there, which started to massage my prostrate and drove me crazy. Then a second finger went in, which started to send me into space. Again, time didn't matter, so I couldn't tell you how long he did any of these things. As I was kind of `mooing', he stuck a third finger in, sending shockwaves throughout my body. My mind was going crazy. Now I understood what Nathan meant when he said he wanted me to experience this, in my mind, while it was happening. By being blindfolded, my mind was going crazy with the feeling as well as thoughts of what it might look like to others, making this faggot a display piece in this room. All through this experience, I could hear small chatter from people, but it was more like `white noise' in the background. I just kept `mooing' like some cow getting milked. He then pulled out the three fingers, which left me feeling very empty inside. With encouragement from the crowd, Sir Nate's cock was at the entrance of my ass, as I felt the head touching my hole. He then started to push it in very slowly. He reach that part of my ass that had the most resistance, leaving his cock there for god knows how long...like he is wanting my ass to `get use to it'. It was probably less than a minute, but it could have been hours as far as I was concerned. He then pushed a bit harder pass that part and into the main body of my ass...he was in. Again, no motion for a short period, which I sense he knew this was new and he wanted it to be a good, if not great, experience instead of someone raping my ass with no concern. I felt the presense of a third person on the platform and was wondering why Sir Nate wanted a third. Then I felt something on my back and thought, this guy was pissing on me. But I remembered, no pissing in this room and realized he had just shot his cum on my back. The crowd was starting to make more and more comments, especially after the cum on my back. After he stepped down, Sir Nate started pumping his cock very slowly in my ass, never letting the cock leave my ass at all. I started moaning and mooing, a little because it hurt, but more because of the whole experience. It was like the pain was pleasure in my head and again feeling like this is what should have been happening all along. As he continued I would feel others jump up on the platform and shoot their cum; so my back was starting to get stickier and stickier. I felt like such a slut. The pace started to pick up and with and that my `mooing' was getting louder (not that loud really due to gag), but I was really into it. As he continued, I suddenly felt a cock rubbing on my face. It was Gary's and is was smearing precum all over my face. My mind was going in so many different directions it was like I was on some kind of high and no drugs were involved...it was euphoric. Finally, I started to feel Sir Nate picking up the speed and hearing him more and more as he was fucking me like I was a slut, which is what I felt like. "Listen faggot, you're goin' get every bit of this man's seed up that ass of yours. You're a slut and a pig and deserve every bit of it," as he started to spank my ass in the process. Again, not sure how long this went on, but was feeling it more and more. I could hear his balls slapping against me each time he shoved it in and it seemed he was going further and further up my ass. Finally, he started to tense up, then push one more time hard and I could feel the seed hitting my ass walls one after another. "Oh my mother fuckin' god, you're suck a pig you faggot," he screamed as he was coming. Not sure how many times he shot, but it felt like a gallon of cum up my ass. He laid kind of on top of me and I heard him even slurp up some of the cum off my back. I could tell his chest was smearing most of it. Finally he lifted up his torso and said, "Squeeze tight faggot. Don't want any of my seed to leave you for a while slut." As he started to pull his cock out, I squeezed my asshole as tight as I could. I did feel some of his cum on my leg, but I think that was leftovers from his cock, not stuff coming out of my ass. "Hey Gary, since you helped me, you want to fuck this nice piece of ass before we take it down off the bench?" "Hell ya!!!" I could hear with a lot of enthusiasm. The two of the switched places, and Sir Nate took the gag out of my mouth, but left the blindfold on. As I started to feel Gary's very nice hard cock entering into me, Sir Nate whispered in my ear. "Okay faggot, you will probably get fucked by more later, but for now, I want Gary's seed up there as well. No gag this time, since you will be cleaning Sir Nate's cock. Understand bitch?" I nodded, and then felt Sir Nate's cock by my mouth. I opened and he stuck his cock in. I could taste the lube still on there, but what I really noticed was a more tart taste and figured I was tasting my own ass. Gary was firing away pretty quickly and I knew it would not take him long, with all the precum on my face he gave me. Gary was pushing faster and faster and calling me names like faggot and little miss queer as signs of degradation, and this faggot was loving it. A cock up my ass and other one, freshly from my ass, now in my mouth...heaven. "Oh shit I'm cumming. You better take it all you filthy faggot." With that he shoved one more time and started shooting. He was loaded as much as Sir Nate. I swear the cum in my ass was sloshing around my ass, with so much cum up there. "Ok faggot, squeeze again, you will lose none of that white alpha nectar you have up there," Gary sound with authority. As he pulled out again, I felt some hit my leg, but I assumed from his cock and not my ass. "Hey Gary, come let the faggot clean your cock while I plug me up." They switched places and I started to suck and clean up Gary's cock. Again got the taste of my ass in the middle of the different taste and it was fantastic. As I was doing that I could feel the butt plug entering my ass. Sir Nate was gentle but he finally got it in there. "Squeeze your asshole, you big faggot cow," as he slapped my ass and I squeezed to make sure it would stay in. "Time to get you down for some refreshments." With that the two of them started to unstrap me. Then Gary pulled my blindfold off and I realized about 2 dozen men were standing around looking at me. I think I blushed a bit, but the humiliation of having my cherry taken in front of a crowd was beyond any expectations. As they finished, they both helped me off the bench, which again was kind of unique that an Alpha Sir would care for this faggot in terms of being able to get down, but I figured again that is part of the protocol of this place. As we stepped down, Sir Nate gave Gary a hug and then yanked on my leash, which my cock was leaking so bad that some of the men were making fun of it. When we got into the bar area, Sir Nate ordered two beers and told me to carry them. I used my card this time to pay. As I waited for the beers, I looked around and realize that this place was packed and it seemed like more and more men were getting naked or at least their cocks out. Once I had the beers, Sir Nate again did a quick yank and I followed. We went to the other on the other side of the dart games where there were some more secluded booths to sit in. He pointed to one which he stated walking towards and again I just followed with my cock on a leash. He sat down on one side and I was told to sit on the other side. It felt like being in Haven upstairs, but I was butt naked, with a butt plug up my ass, and the man I was talking with had butt-less chaps on with a great cock. "Ok faggot, I want to spend just a little time just talking to find out what is going on in that head of yours. I'm gonna give you the leash to hold, which indicates that we are back to Nathan and Bryon for a short time. I want you to be honest, which I hope by now, you will always be honest with me. Hell I just broke your cherry, not much you can really hide now," he said with kind of a chuckle. While we are talking, I am going to put my boot on your crotch, that way no one will bother us since it will look like I am trying to do something to you. But here is what I want to know at this point. Four basic questions...one...where is your head/brain/mind at right now at this point of time. We have been here for over 3 hours and you have done quite a lot." I looked at Nathan, then saw the clock on the wall, which read 10:51. My mind was blown with how much time had passed and yet it felt like I just arrived. As he got ready to ask the second question, I felt his boot on my cock and balls and he was pressing down on them. My cock head was just above the boot, so I could see all the precum that was there. "The second question what experience tonight has produce your favorite euphoric/erotic feelings and why. The third...have we done something tonight that you did not find appealing, if so, what was it and why? And finally what else do you wish to experience tonight so we make sure that happens. Hopefully that makes sense." He handed me the leash showing I was in control of the leash, the sign to say that I was able to be my own person. He looked at me with those eyes waiting. I had to try and control my thoughts so I could express them clearly to him. I took a deep breath and began. "I think I want to answer question three first...nothing has been done tonight that this faggot wouldn't enjoy doing again, so you don't have to worry about that. As for question two...my favorite and why, that is a hard one. I guess the one I got the most out of would be in the Fuck Room. It was the one time that you were doing me and no one else. Well I guess others were involved such as when they left cum on my back and even Gary fucking me, but it seemed like that was the one you were the most connected with me. Even now, I am sitting here with you; your cum is in my ass and it is there until you take out the butt plug that I am sitting on. I have to be truthful thou, the other things that happen from heeling to being pissed on etc., has been fucking hot and my cock has NEVER been this hard." I looked down at my semi-hard cock, being swashed by his boot, and it was glistening with so much precum. Nate saw me look. "I know you want to wipe some of that up and taste Bryon, so just do it. It is fine with me. I think it is good to taste your own nectar from time to time. So far I'm getting a good picture, but continue, you have two more questions to answer." I took my finger and swiped up some precum and tasted it. It was a bit sweeter than the cum I had swallowed earlier, but there was no question...I was growing a taste for cum. "As for what else I want to happen tonight, and I am bit torn. The cage in the Piss Room could be very fun, but I think I would at least want a funnel in my mouth, just not sure about my ass. The other thing in the Piss Room is the trough itself and maybe getting fucked there or even piss fucked in there, but if piss fucked, I would want it to be you the first time. Of course my ass exposed on the Fuck Wall is really intriguing so that is on my mind. I really don't care which of those three you pick, I will leave it up to you." "Hey you never know...we have three hours to go and we might make it all happen, but that gives me ideas." "Okay the last question, which was the first question is really hard to put into words. Everything you have put me through has sent my mind on a wild ride. At times I feel like I'm on some kind of high. But even better is the fact everything we have done has felt right for me. I have never felt or thought in those ways before. I mean being over 6 feet tall and a nice size cock, I had always assumed I was a top and supposed to be in charge. But tonight, my mind has felt more `right' than ever. I'm finding satisfaction of being degraded and humiliated. The idea of being put on display for people to use this faggot feels great and finally knowing what I am. I loved the fact that the midget...I mean small person was pissing on me with his big dick. Oh my god, what a sight if that short person was fucking this 6 foot 3 guy, just makes my mind go crazy, but also like it is a normal thing for me to do. Out of everything, my mind is in a great place and feeling satisfaction beyond anything I could have imagined. Nathan, you help me find out what I am really...a fucking faggot slut." Nathan just smiled. I quickly said, "God, did I talk too much?" "Oh no, this is exactly what I was hoping to hear. So you think you're ready for the next 3 hours? I know I am!" "Without a doubt in my mind." He left his book on my junk, pressing down from time to time as we finished our beers. While we were drinking the beers I laid the leash on the table, but he didn't pick it up right away, which said we were still in Nathan/Bryon mode. Once we finished our beers and he looked at me. "Once I have the leash you're a nothing but faggot trash slut again...which seems to fit you." He finally put his foot down from my junk and then picked up the leash, winding it around his hand so it would be a shorter leash. He got up and gave it a yank, which made my cock leak more. Then I got up and he looked at me. "Let's roll faggot, you need more man piss and cum." My life had changed and was now going to change even more.