Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2019 18:10:24 +0200
From: gay slave <naked.gay.slave@mail.com>
Subject: Whitey Tighties 5

From the fourth chapter:

As I stepped into the kitched, the lights turned on. Still collared with
the wrist shackles on, stinking of piss and beer and wearing just my piss
and beer-soaked whitey tighties, I looked, turning beet red, at my
step-father, who was sitting at the table.

"Welcome home, Callum," he said. "I've been waiting for you."


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I didn't know what to do. Since my mom married him a few years ago, my
step-father had tried to turn me into a man like him. He had bought me
boxers and boxer briefs to try to get me to switch from my whitey tighties,
and he always talked about how I should start lifting weights so I could
bulk up. I have to admit that his attempts to scuplt me in his image made
me feel a certain kind of way. Tim was only 35, and his tan, bulging chest
sported a healthy amount of hair that continued down in a treasure trail to
his underwear. He liked to walk around the house in just shorts or just
boxers when it was warm, saying that we should do that to save electricity
and acclimate our bodies to more extreme temperatures. I always had to
avoid staring when he walked around half-naked.

My step-father snapped me out of my stunned state.

"I hear you've been a busy little boy while I've been gone. Don't worry; I
won't tell your mother. I know you've been serving Matt Taylor. He and
James are my gym buds. Matt even owns the cross-fit gym where we work out."

I didn't know how to respond. "I didn't know who they were, Tim," I
stuttered out.

"That makes you even more of a whore than I thought, Cal. But I knew all
along that you were a little bitch boy who needed to serve real men. I've
seen you staring at me when I walk around shirtless. I know you love those
little whitey tighties you wear. Now it appears you've found a Master to
serve. He came by this afternoon and left me some instructions for you."

Tim handed me a piece of paper.

"Hi slave," it read, "it's time for us to expand your training into your
daily routine. You'll start accompanying Tim, James, and I to the gym,
where we will train you to peak physical shape. I've prepared workout
routines for you at my gym, where you'll also work as our cleaning
boy. I've also prepared a meal plan and outfits for you. I've delegated
most of your training to Tim. You probably didn't know that he had a bitch
boy before he married your mother. Follow his instructions and call him
Master Tim. He'll take good care of you for me."

I finished reading and looked up at my step-father. I wondered how this
would all work when my mother returned. Would she find out what I really
am? Tim, or should I say, Master Tim, seemed to read my mind.

"I told your mother to take family leave from work to take care of your
grandfather," he said. "She's planning to be gone all summer. You're all
mine, boy."

My cock hardened in the soiled whitey tighties thinking about spending all
summer working for and serving my new Masters. Master Tim stood up and
walked toward me. He jostled the collar around my neck and put the whitey
tighties back in my mouth. He slapped my round ass, and I let out a yelp
into the underwear gag.

"We should get you to sleep soon, boy," he stated. "You have a big day
ahead of you tomorrow with the start of your lifestyle training. First,
let's get you a shake. It's the same recipe as Master Taylor's but with my
special ingredients."

Master Tim handed me a shake from the fridge and removed the gag from my
mouth. I was hungry from my long day of work and realized that I'd only had
shakes since early the day before. I wondered if this was going to be my
diet from now on, and I swallowed the shake, full of Master Tim's piss and
cum, quickly. I realized I was starting to enjoy the taste.

After I finished the shake, Tim instructed me to clean it at the sink. He
stood behind me, rubbing his underwear-bound cock against my ass. As I set
the clean glass down on the counter, he pulled my underwear down to my
ankles, leaving me naked. Before I knew what was happening, he spread some
lube on his cock and my ass and shoved his nine-inch cock all the way in. I
yelped, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure as his cock rubbed my
prostate. I moaned, thinking about how one of my biggest fantasies was
coming true. Master Tim continued fucking me, grunting loudly and calling
me a bitch and a whore. After a few minutes, his pace quickened and his
grunts loudened. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK," he shouted as he pumped his seed
deep into my ass. At the same time, my tiny cock spurted cum all over the
cabinet below the sink. I watched as it slid down and dripped onto the
underwear I had been wearing.

"Looks like you've made a mess, boy," Master Tim noted, "Lick it up."

I kneeled down and licked my cum off the cabinet, making sure to get every
spurt. After I cleaned my cum off the cabinet, Master Tim grabbed my
shoulders and spun me around. He stuck his still-hard cock into my mouth
and began pissing. I struggled to keep the piss from leaking out, and some
spilled down my chin and onto my chest. Master Tim finished pissing down my
throat and reached down to pull up his shorts. I began to reach down to
pull up my underwear, but he stepped on them to prevent me from doing so.

"You'll stay naked tonight, boy," he said, "and because you're a dirty
little slave boy covered in piss and cum, you'll sleep outside in the
shed. I've cleared out a space for you. There's enough room for you to lay
on a cot. Now get outside and get to sleep. I'll wake you up at 5
a.m. tomorrow morning for your first work out."

I slowly walked outside, now naked but still wearing the collar and wrist
shackles. Master Tim kept both pairs of whitey tighties, as well as the
third clean pair that Master Taylor had left on the porch. I felt Master
Tim's cum start to leak out of my now-loose asshole, and my cock
stiffened. A few days ago I had reached the age of consent and now I was a
slave to three hot men. I walked into the shed and collapsed onto the
cot. It was barebones, with no pillow or blanket. I readjusted to get as
comfortable as I could, and fell asleep quicker than I ever had in my life.

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A warm, acrid stream of piss woke me up, hitting me in the face. As I
struggled to open my eyes, I could barely see light seeping in from outside
as day was breaking. I remembered where I was: naked, in the shed in my
backyard, being pissed on by my step-father, who was one of my new
masters. My cock hardened to its full four inches and I heard my
step-father chuckle.

"You are such a little bitch boy, Cal," he stated, matter-of-factly. "I've
known since I married your mother, but it's incredible to really see you in
action. Now come outside and let's get you cleaned off. You have a long day
ahead of you."

Master Tim led me outside, into the cool but humid summer morning air. He
stopped me in the middle of the yard and went to turn on the hose, which he
began spraying me down with.

"These are your showers now, boy," he declared. "Pig slaves like you don't
deserve to shower inside like normal humans. Now bend over and grab your
ankles so I can clean out your whore hole."

I did as he instructed, and he pressed the hose nozzle up against my ass,
letting it fill with water before removing it and letting it empty. He
repeated this several times until it ran clear. As he cleaned me off, he
instructed me to piss if I needed to, which I did. Once done, Master Tim
shut off the water and instructed me to wait outside while I dried off.

I stood, dripping wet, wondering what I would be wearing. Master Tim walked
out with what looked like a couple pieces of clothing and instructed me to
follow him to his truck. He threw the clothes in the back and instructed me
to get in.

"You're still wet, boy," he remarked, "and I can't have you ruining the
leather in my truck. Now get in the back, and get those clothes on as we
drive."

I climbed up in the back of the truck and began to dress as Master Tim
turned the car on and started driving to the gym. I recognized the clothes
he had given me; they were my running outfit in middle school. However,
there were some modifications. The inner lining had been cut out of the
already-short running shorts, providing no support and allowing my cock and
balls to flop around. The sides of the shirt had been cut all the way to
the bottom seam, and the back was almost entirely gone. Once I put the
shirt on, I saw that the front fabric was too narrow to even cover my
nipples. This was my work-out outfit now.

After a few minutes of driving, during which we were thankfully passed by
no one, we arrived at Master Taylor's gym. After he turned off the truck,
Master Tim instructed me to get out of the bed and follow him inside. The
gym was still closed, as it did not open until 7 a.m. We stood outside of
the doors in the new daylight, and I saw Master Tim texting on his
phone. The lights inside turned on and the door opened. Out came Masters
Taylor and Clark. They led me inside, undoing the wrist shackles as we
walked. I rubbed my sore wrists to relieve some of the tension.

What followed was the most intense workout of my life. Master Taylor
coached me through an intense cardio and weightlifting workout that left me
completely sweaty. At various points, Master Clark took the opportunity to
tease me, reaching inside of my short shorts to fondle my balls as I did
planks and pinching my nipples as I tried to do chin ups. Whenever I was
lifting weights, he would spot me in the most suggestive way possible,
either rubbing his shorts-clad cock against my ass or dangling it above my
face on the bench. When Master Taylor blew the final whistle of the workout
at around 6:30, I collapsed in a pool of sweat.

"We're not done just yet, boy," he stated, as he walked over and lifted me
up by the waist. He led me to the locker room, where he pulled the skimpy
workout clothes off of me. "You need to finish the three of us off before
we open the gym, so let's get to work."

Master Taylor pushed me over a bench and thrust his hard cock into my
ass. I groaned, and Master Clark took the opportunity to shove his cock
into my mouth. I felt Master Taylor's hands on my hips, pulling me into his
cock, and Master Clark's hands on my head as he fucked my throat. A third
set of hands, from Master Tim, rubbed up and down my body, massaging the
muscle areas I had just worked out, as well as pinching my nipples and
fondling my balls.

Master Taylor came first, filling my ass with his seed. As soon as he
pulled out, I felt Master Tim's long cock enter my ass, thrusting harder
and harder each time. While Master Tim fucked me, Master Clark came in my
mouth.

"Some post-workout protein for you, boy," he chuckled, before heading over
to the showers. After a few of his hardest thrusts, I felt Master Tim's
cock spasm in my ass, spraying his cum inside me. Still skewered by his
cock, the pulled me up and led me to the showers. They were open, with no
privacy. Four poles each had four shower heads at the top. Master Tim set
me down in the middle of the room and pulled me off his cock. Masters
Taylor and Clark, who had already begun showering, walked over and started
pissing on me, washing the sweat off with their urine. After they finished,
Master Tim turned on a shower head and instructed me to come over. He
washed my hair and body, taking his sweet time around my cock and ass. I
hadn't cum since the night before and, after being fucked, was hard as a
rock. He took me to the edge of orgasm several times before quickly turning
the water to the coldest setting and rinsing me off.

All three of them shut off their showers and led me out to the locker
room. Master Clark threw me a towel to dry myself off as they each walked
to a locker. I stood, naked, as they got dressed in their matching outfits:
gray t-shirts with the gym logo and black training shorts. Masters Clark
and Tim walked out, as Master Taylor walked over to me with what looked
like another set of the gym outfit. He handed it to me.

"Put these on, boy," he instructed, "and be quick, we have our first
clients coming in soon, and you'll need to greet them."

I started to put on the clothes before realizing that they weren't actually
matching. The shirt was the same, but the sides had been cut out down to
the bottom hem. Luckily, the front piece was wide enough to cover my
nipples, but just barely. The shorts were similar to their training shorts,
but they were smaller and had an inseam of only a couple inches. As I
started to put the clothes on, Master Taylor threw me one more thing: my
jockstrap that he had taken the second night.

"Almost forgot this," he said, "don't want you to get hard and tent your
shorts. Now get dressed."

I pulled on the jockstrap, followed by the shorts and the shirt, then
followed Master Taylor out of the locker room. He led me over to the
welcome desk, where he sat me down on a high chair and showed me how the
check-in software worked. At 6:50 a.m., Master Taylor opened the doors, and
the first clients began walking in. All muscular guys wearing various
workout clothes, some with shirts like mine that showed off their sexy
bodies, they all seemed amused at my presence. Some joked to Master Taylor
about me, asking where he had found the "skinny little bitch" and making
crude comments about using me later. Master Taylor responded, telling them
that I was Master Tim's step-son and that I need some experience, working
and working out, and that I'd be here "serving all summer."

I wondered how many of these men would be at Master Taylor's party this
weekend. I hoped all of them.

As the men started working out, I couldn't help but stare. I wanted to
serve all of them, feel all of their cocks in my mouth and ass. Master
Clark snapped me out of my horny daze and walked me through the rest of the
day. There were classes at 7 and 8 a.m., free gym until noon, classes at
noon, free gym until 4 p.m., and then classes at 4, 5, and 6 p.m. I was to
check people in for the classes, collecting used towels and cleaning up
while the classes ran. During open gym, I was to sit at the front desk and
welcome guests. While I worked, Masters Taylor, Tim, and Clark would bring
me shakes at meal times. I knew they were the shakes I had come to love,
and I drank each one quickly.

Around 5:50 p.m., I could see the day coming to a close. There was just one
more class scheduled, but I couldn't see anyone signed up for it. I hoped
no one was attending so that we could close the gym and head home. I was
tired and horny.

At 5:55, several trucks pulled up. I couldn't see who climbed out. As the
door opened, I froze in shock. In walked several of my former classmates
from high school, all of whom had been on the lacrosse team and had always
bullied me for being gay.

"Look who it is," Corey, the team captain, remarked. "I guess we know why
Mr. Clark invited us here for a special workout."

"Welcome, boys," Master Taylor said to them. "I'm glad you're all able to
join us for a special session: a workout, followed by some service from our
new boy here."

The lacrosse guys laughed. Corey looked at me, menacingly, with a smirk.
"We're more than ready."

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