Apartment 27

Never before had I been as terrified as then, with him sitting above me, smiling creepily down at me. I stumbled quickly away, he didn’t even attempt to stop me. I zipped up my leather underwear, and, wearing nothing else, ran back to my apartment – my clothes were still in the gym. Luckily there was no body in the corridors, but even if there had been, I wouldn’t have cared.

Back in the safety of my own apartment, I fell to the floor, rolled up in a ball, and stared at the ceiling, with tears welling beneath my eyes. I remember being woken up early the next morning, still in the same position, by a loud and clear knock on my door. I looked through the peephole, but there was no-one there. Confused, I opened the door, and he leaped in from around the corner.

My master had found me.

“I see you’re still wearing your uniform. Good boy…” He said in a patronising way.

“Uhhhh yes sir” I replied, dazed and confused by the situation.

“You haven’t even cleaned up last night’s jizz, you dirty little bitch.”

“I…” I tried to explain, but I was cut off.

“I’ve come for my morning fun.” He said as he kicked the door shut behind him with a slam, and pushed me in until I fell over the couch. He leaned over me as I lay on my back, and licked my nipples gently. He moved up for the occasional kiss, but focused on my chest.

Just as I was beginning to enjoy this interesting turn in events, he reminded me of who was in charge. His teeth firmly closed on my right nipple, and I gasped for air intensely. Still tugging at my tit with his teeth, he undid his belt, and pulled his pants down. Quickly he loosened his teeth, and got up, pulling my head into his boxer shorts.

“I’ve gotta go to uni, sir” I mumbled into his crotch.

He pushed my head back, looked at me, and said “I’ll be quick.” Then he pulled out his enormous soft dick and, with me still looking up at him, rubbed it in my eyes, and around my nose.

I could feel it getting harder, but before it was too stiff, he shoved it all the way down my throat. I gaged, several times, but that didn’t disturb him – in fact, it made him laugh.

Suddenly I felt a warm fluid come out of his cock. It wasn’t cum. It was too runny, and there was too much of it.

“Take that, you dirty fucking faggot!” he said as he pissed in my mouth.

When he had finished relieving himself, he pulled out, put on his boxers and pants, and left.

It took me a while to realise everything that had just happened, but then I saw the time. Shit! I was going to be late for uni!

That same day, when I returned to the apartment block, my master was just coming out of the lift and heading towards the gym. He spotted me, and summoned me to follow him. I did.

“You still haven’t cleaned up! God, you really are a faggot, aren’t you!” He exclaimed as we entered the changing room. This time, there were three other guys there, none of which I knew. He signalled to me to take of my clothes, and, somewhat hesitantly, I did. Once I got to the leather jock strap, he signalled once again. Slowly I pushed them off, revealing my disgusting little dick in a dirty cage, dangling down like an old little left over.

All three of them glared at me, and then my master pushed me into the showers.

“We can’t have you looking, and smelling, like this now can we…” He sighed.

As I showered, he looked at the three men and said, “That’s my bitch.”

They all left unanimously.

The shower felt amazing. It was so nice to get his cum out of my hair, and to clean the cage with my dick in it. I watched as he took my jacket from the hook, and rummaged around in the pockets. He found my phone, and asked for the passcode. I didn’t answer. He asked again, but this time a great deal more aggressively.

“2769” I said reluctantly. I had no idea what he was doing, but I was not brave enough to ask.

Then he put my phone back, and pulled my out from the shower. He shoved my face in a urinal, and bent over me, whispering in my ear.

“It doesn’t matter if anyone walks in. Don’t you want everyone to know you’re a fucking little faggot?”

I didn’t, but obviously, without even thinking, I said “Yes sir.”

That was a big mistake.

“Good.” He breathed in my ear, and kissed it, as he clutched my dick, still in its cage. He pulled it down with one hand, and my eyes watered into the toilet in a steady stream. With the other hand, he took his cock, which was by now solid, out from his gym shorts, and thrust it deep inside me. This time, there was no condom.

He shagged me so ferociously that my face was thrust repeatedly into the ceramic urinal in a steady rhythm. Both my arse and nose were aching, but in a perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

I could feel the head of his penis tickle my insides, and the veins around it brutally caress by hole. The only lubricant was the wetness from the shower just minutes before, and this was cancelled out soon by the increasing dry burning feeling to both of us. At first it was alluring, but it rapidly became too intense.

He pulled out, let go of my dick, spun me around, and put his hot cock in my mouth. I could taste my ass, as well as his dick, but it was dry. I was on all fours, and he face fucked me viciously, but not for long. As soon as I had re-hydrated his dick, he spun my around again, and shoved his cock in my ass again. This time my face was pressed firmly to the ground. It was cold, dirty and slightly wet, because I was still dripping slightly from the shower, but now he picked up the pace.

He was fucking me so hard that my dick tried desperately to get hard. It tried and tried, but was always stopped by the cage. This repetitive pain went on for a while, and once again, the burning sensation was coming back.

My dick could no longer handle it. Flaccid, and without being touched, it spilled slowly. It was ridiculously pathetic, but clearly his enormous, superior and glorious cock couldn’t take it any more either. He erupted, magnificently right into my ass. Still thrusting, he reached for his bag, and got something out. It was a butt plug, and immediately he pulled out and pushed it in.

“Now my cum is well inside you.” He announced. “I want it to stay there until I let it out. Understood?”

“Oh Yes sir” I replied into the tiles.

He put his pants back on, and went into the gym.

I got up, and as I moved my head from the ground, I noticed a small crowd had gathered. I blushed, and red as a tomato, put my suit back on. I found my clothes from yesterday still under the bench, grabbed them too, and ran out of the locker room. I could feel the end of the butt plug press against my uniform, and I imagined it created a little tent at my bottom.

Embarrassed, I ran to my apartment. Just as I closed the door, my phone rang.

“Master is calling” It said below a picture of his ginormous cock. So that’s what he did with my phone…