My hole was so well-fucked, it almost felt like there was still a dick in it. I had to reach back to feel, my fingers proving it was empty. I heard some laughter, so some of these nerdy LARPers saw me. Humiliating to have strangers see me do this, worse it was a bunch of geeks. I rose up, cracking my back since it was sore being bent over and fucked. I looked around, some of the guys were still leering at me, others talking in groups. Mitch was looking like he was in some weighty discussion, a solemn expression on his face.
Mitch glanced my way and snapped his fingers pointing to his boot. Great, he wanted me to grovel in front of everyone. And I had no choice. I went over and got down, sticking my tongue out and began licking. I heard the ripple of conversation as everyone around noticed. I was sure Mitch had a smug look on his face. Now I could hear what they were saying. It was dealing with incomprehensible topics about elves and the rest.
I could tell the crowd was thinning out. This odd activity was finished. I was relieved, but naturally worried what Mitch would have next. I kept licking even when he moved. I arched my back up and down, looking like I was really getting into it. Their talk moved to plans to eat. “We have to do Waffle House, it’s required.” Mitch announced. The pronouncement was met with general agreement, if not enthusiasm.
Mitch reached down and pulled on my leash, forcing me to follow him back to his car. I was put in the trunk again. At least I was alone, away from all those prying eyes. The next stop would not be good either, but I had no choice there either. A few minutes not being a piece of meat was the best I would get.
I closed my eyes. Not that closing them made it any less dark. The road noise meant he couldn’t hear anything over it. I shifted, rolling onto my back. My legs opened a bit, I almost visualized someone getting between them to fuck me. It was getting so bad I was thinking of being a fucktoy all the time. No, forget that I thought. Just let blackness wash over me.
The car eventually stopped. It was several minutes before the trunk opened. I crawled out, saw there were about half a dozen of these great men. Fuck, Mitch’s commands to see them all as my superior was still in my brain. I was ogled again. “He’ll need something. ‘No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service’, you know how it goes. They won’t let him in.” One of the men said to Mitch.
Mitch pulled his head back a little, as if he had not considered this. “They’ll let him in, but he just won’t eat.” Mitch gave an odd sound. “He’s here to serve us, not be served by the waitresses at Waffle House.” That brought laughter.
They headed in. Mitch detached my leash and tossed it in the trunk before closing it up. He has a wicked grin on his face, knowing this would humiliate me even more. He reached out and tweaked my nipple. “You will keep being a good faggot, nice and submissive. I like abusing you, so much fun. These guys don’t know what to make of it. It’s great. Your Dark Master is going up in their eyes.”
“All for you, Dark Master.” I replied, having to fight down the swelling of pride in my chest. Mitch had forced my mind to his will, and as I followed him, my blood boiled. Everyone looked at me, including the staff. I saw elbows kick to people not looking at me, the nods of heads. I’m in good shape. I would get looks at a bar when I went in. Made it easier to get the women in my bed. Back when I could do that. Now my good body was there for amusement, Mitch had me in pixie boots, what was essentially a speedo, and a harness over my chest. The men I was following had all had their dicks in me, and I was here dressed like a cheap whore. A costumed cheap whore.
The woman at the cash register looked up, and I could tell her eyes were eating me up. “You need a shirt to order babe.”
“He’s not eating. He’s just hanging with us.” Mitch had such a self-satisfied sound to his voice. she grunted and shrugged her shoulders. The men had taken a couple booths in the back, away from the door. Mitch took a seat, telling me to stand beside him.
I leaned against the wall. “Stand at attention slut.” Mitch slapped my exposed leg.
“Yes, Dark Master.” I stood at attention while they looked over the plastic-covered menus. There were a number of other patrons, I could see them looking at us, seeing the oddity. I was getting special attention, given my outlandish costume and the fact I was standing. These were regular people, in a Waffle House, looking at me, and every one of them knew I was being a bitch for this guy. It was my honor to be at the service of such a great man. Fuck, Mitch’s orders to consider him superior was still in me. My mind would think what he told me to.
A waitress came to take their order. She gave me a look that was half lust, half disgust. She keep making eyes over at me, as she took the orders. They ordered a lot of food. Mitch reached over and ran his hand up and down my thigh. He was making the waitress jealous, and showing his dominance over me.
While the order was being filled, Mitch ran his hand up further, grabbing my ass. The men could tell and snickered at me. I was a piece of meat. The men were talking about things I couldn’t understand, the strange game I had been a part of, other topics I could not follow. One of the guys stuck his foot out. “Tie my shoe.” I looked down, his sneaker was untied.
“Do it, dumbo.” Mitch squeezed me, just where the leg started up the curve of my ass. I got down on my knees and tied his shoe.
“Kiss it.” I had no choice, I leaned further over and planted a kiss on the top of the shoe. Everyone had to have seen me. I was humiliated, these were geeks, I was a jock. I can’t believe I just kissed a shoe, after letting them fuck me. But they were so much better than me. My mind was feeling whiplash as I thought of them poorly and as my superiors. Where did that leave me? If I was a toy for them?
“Walk over there, to where the bathroom door is, touch the wall and come back.” Mitch ordered me.
“Yes, Dark Master.” I started to walk, this was just to parade me in front of everyone there. I felt all the eyes on me. I was dressed up like a fool, going on a stupid task. The eyes burned into me. I felt them. I touched the wall and turned around, going back. The men were laughing silently at me. Even the staff was watching me. I saw the cook have to spin around to get back on the grill. I made it back and Mitch pointed to the ground. I squatted down. He put a foot out and I held it.
The waitress brought the food and laid it out. They all dug in. “Hungry boy?” Mitch said after a few minutes, waiving a tater tot in front of my face.
“Please feed me Dark Master.” I opened my mouth. He put it in. I ate it to the laughter of the men.
Behind me, another said, “Crawl over here boy, I have some more.” I turned around and crawled a couple steps to the man who was holding a couple french fries out to me. I ate them from his hand. That became the new game. I was called between the tables, and I had to crawl between them. I had to eat from everyone’s hand. If they were seated in the back, I had to kneel while they reached over the table to give me some tidbit. I can’t express how humiliating it was. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the other patrons, it was hard enough to keep my eyes on whatever was being fed to me. And the snickers of the men cut into my brain.
I’m fit and handsome, and here I was being fed like some sort of pet. In my stupid outfit. I was debasing myself in front of everyone, eating bits from greasy fingers. It had to be amusing for everyone watching me. I felt like scum.
I was so glad when they finally finished eating, if we could end this, even as I feared what would be next. They got more cokes, drinking huge amounts, the tables were a mess, these guys were pigs. Mitch was pawing me, and I was taking it.
I still couldn’t follow what they were talking about. Most of the words made no sense, they could have been speaking a foreign language. Mitch announced they should go to the game shop and moved to get up. Whatever game it was, I was sure it wasn’t football. As everyone got up I felt fingers in my loincloth, and it came down. So my dick was out again, this time in front of everyone at the Waffle House. Everyone was looking as every pair of eyes seemed to be watching like they were all in on the joke.
I flushed red, and the laughter started. I knew it wasn’t my size, I had a good long dick. It was that I got stripped around everyone. “Pull those back up, slut.” Mitch slapped me on the backside of my head. “Are you advertising for more business?”
“Yes, Dark Master.” I pulled them up and covered my dick again.
We left the place, I could feel the eyes on me. Outside, the men all broke into laughter for what they had done to me. They kept laughing as I was bundled into the trunk, I was alone in the darkness again.
The car went on somewhere, some new torment for me. At least I had a few minutes away from everyone. At least until the car shut off. When the trunk opened, Mitch pulled me out by the leash, and ordered me down to kiss his shoes. I had to do it right there, in the parking lot, in front of his friends and whoever else was around. That brought more laughter before Mitch headed off to some store, me on the leash following.
“Open the door for me bitch.” Mitch said in an imperious tone, waving his hand at it.
“Yes, Dark Master.” I scrambled around to obey.
Mitch walked in with his head high, and a wide grin. As soon as he did, he pulled the leash making me stumble. He also pulled the leash down so I was forced on my knees. Mitch rubbed his hand over my face and forced a finger into my mouth that I began to suck on it. His friends came in around me.
Everyone looked up at us. There were several tables with guys sitting around with the sorts of odd things they used last night. There were comic books on shelves on the walls, posters of brightly colored characters. The people here were in t-shirts. I could see greasy hair, unkempt hair. These guys were geeks. Mitch moved behind me and felt over my pecs, showing off his control of me. I could see envy in some of the faces around. And some that seemed mad. Not like they were upset, but that they didn’t like Mitch having someone as hot as me to feel up.
I was pulled, crawling around while Mitch went to talk around. He went to a table where the guys were doing something with cards. Noticed the dice and things, I thought they might be baseball cards, but they were some sort of fantasy pictures. Mitch started talking and pulled my leash up roughly so he could run his hands in my hair. Mitch made some comments about whatever they were doing that got some retorts back. All I could tell is some of it got Mitch worked up, as he got more gripping on my scalp.
“You got yourself a toy.” One of the geeky men at the table said.
“A toy, a slave, he does everything I say. Isn’t that right?” Mitched slapped my cheek.
“Yes, Dark Master.” I replied. It was so embarrassing to have to admit in front of these dweebs. I could see Mitch puff out. His dick twitched as well. I could see faces looking at us, at me. And they whispered to each other, incredulous looks apparent. They all had to be surprised at Mitch having me at his feet.
Mitch ran his hands all over my head, it was so invasive, I couldn’t resist, everyone could tell I was unable to stop him at all. Mitch moved on to another table where he gave advice or whatever. I still couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. He pulled my leash up and started on my chest. He felt up my pecs, grabbing and massaging them, clutching them with his full hands.
Then he began to get on my nips. He twisted them, pinched them, squeezed them. I could only stand there and wince as he mauled me. We were being watched, so I was on display for a bunch of geeks. I’m sure most of them had never had sex, with anyone. These weren’t Mitch’s friends, so I didn’t have to think of them as my superiors, so I was being used by a man in front of a bunch of guys I could bench press. And now I was a show for their amusement. It was so degrading. My nips were hurting with Mitch going on them, and I was squirming.
Mitch moved on again, going to another table and I couldn’t figure out what they were doing. Little figures and cards were scattered around. Now Mitch was grabbing my ass, lifting the flap that barely covered it and grabbing hard, giving me light slaps. At least it wasn’t as bad if he had a belt. I was still taking whatever he dished out in front of everyone. Mitch started feeling up my dick and balls in front of everyone. This was worse. I was getting hard, and there was no hiding that. My dick was big enough to be noticed, especially when I was chubbing up. They all did. I could see comments and pointing from those around.
“Yo, Mitch!” It was the clerk behind the counter. He seemed a little better put together, at least he had a job. Mitch turned, looking over. “Keep a lid on it, kinda public here. Don’t get me in trouble.”
“Don’t have a shit, it’s all cool. Everyone’s cool, right?” Mitch looked around, still playing with my cock. There were various responses of ascent.
“Fine, just be sure to keep a lid on it if someone shows up.” The clerk went back to whatever he was doing while Mitch got a very wicked grin on his face while he did full on jerking of my dick. I groaned.
Someone did come in the door, Mitch looked over and didn’t stop. I looked as well and my blood ran cold. Ian. I had known Ian in college; roughed him up a few times. Because I could. I knew he was into geeky stuff. Hell, that was one of the reasons I bullied him. Now he walked in an I could see his face recognize me. And that Mitch was foundling my almost naked body.
Ian went to the counter, talking to the clerk all the time keeping an eye on me. It was like he wanted to approach, but was unsure. After chatting with the clerk, Ian headed towards Mitch and I. By this time, Mitch was squeezing my balls.
“Mitch my man, what have you found yourself to play with?” Ian asked, sounding all chipper.
“This is my bitch slave, watch him lick my shoes.” Mitch snapped his fingers. I knew what to do and went down to make big showy licks. I am sure everyone was watching. I felt a foot on my back. It had to be Ian. Ian was resting his fucking foot on my back. He had to have a boner doing this to me. I wanted to push him off me, pummel his face, but I couldn't. I had to take it and keep licking Mitch’s shoe.
“Well trained.” Iam said, grinding his foot into my back. “How did you capture this one? He’s hot and I wouldn’t mind him taking a swing on my dick.”
“He’s had a lot of dick today, he might be worn out.”
“He looks like he can take it. And more. Never enough dick, isn’t that right?”
Mitch moved his foot. “It’s not like he can say no.”
“So how did you get this one?” I felt Ian reach down and run his hand over my back, to my ass where he squeezed a cheek. “Nice flanks. Someone could ride him well.”
“Yeah, I take care of that. I have a big one for the ride.”
“Always a crapshoot to find a good slave boy. Finding one takes time, effort. You must have looked long. I’ve had a few that washed out. Would be so nice if there were someplace you could go and pick one out. Like a pet store. Only they don’t have to be a pup you know.” He gave a half laugh at his own joke. “Maybe even a trading area, take them back and get a fresh one.” Ian stood up. “Great idea, don’t you think?”
“Sure is.” Mitch replied, shuffling his feet some. I had to move to keep licking. “I could help train them up. Make sure they are all obedient and shit.”
“I’d love to see you take a belt to his ass.” Ian ran his foot over my butt to emphasize the point, pressing down.
“I don’t mind giving a show.” Mitch moved, I was sure he was undoing his belt.
“Maybe not out here, Rob may not appreciate it.” Ian said, pushing down harder on my butt.
“I guess you’re right. He’s already been over here telling me not to show off.” Mitch paused a moment. “I think he’s jealous.”
“You know what would make him super jealous?” Ian rocked his foot back and forth. “Let me take him in the back and he’ll suck me off.”
“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to get banned.”
“You won’t get banned, he’ll not see anything. You know the cameras are out back there. It’s been a while for me, help a bro out, won’t you?” Ian wheedled.
“Yeah, go on, let him have a shot at your fucktoy.” One of the guys sitting nearby added in.
“Oh fuck, go head take him and get your dick sucked.” MItch tossed the leash to Ian.
“Thanks, Mitch, I appreciate it.” Ian pulled on the leash. “Let’s go boy, I have some work for you to do.”
I started to stand only to get pulled down by Ian “Stay down bitch.” He headed towards the back of the store. I crawled. In front of everyone, all the nerds watching me. I could see their faces as I went on all fours behind a guy I used to give wedgies to.
My ass got grabbed as I crawled, I saw the ratty tennis shoes, and spindly legs, and the sandals of the nerds. They were all watching me, knowing I was going to service Ian, that I had no choice. I followed until we made it to a cloth curtain that went to a storage room. Ian went behind some shelves and turned around, looking down on me. He ran his hand up and down part of the leash. grinning so wickedly.
“Beg to suck me slave boy, it is just the type of thing a snivelling, groveling fag boy would do.” Ian’s tongue was out slightly, pulled back in scrapping along his teeth.
“Please, Sir let me be of service and suck your very nice cock, your big dick, I need to make you feel good. I’m worthless otherwise. Please, please, please. I have to make you feel good. I’ll suck you so good, really good. I promise. Oh, I have to. I need to. Please sir, I’m begging you. On my knees, at your feet. Let me suck you.” I bowed down and kissed his feet. “I need to service you. It’s the only purpose in my life.”
It was humiliating to do this to the geek I had bullied back in college. Mitch made me, and I had to obey Mitch because Chris had control of my mind and could make me do anything no matter how stupid or humiliating.
“Get on it bitch.” Ian kicked up his foot a little to indicate it was time. I pulled up and reached to unfasten his pants. This was so low, because I knew this guy, had known him, treated him like shit and this was him getting revenge.
“Thank you Sir, thank you.” I had to say, it came out of my mouth and sounded so earnest. I got his pants open and pulled his cock out. It was big. I’d never seen it before always expecting him to be small. But no, he was huge, and I had to put my mouth on it and take it down my throat. And I could, I had been blowing so many guys that I was able to get it all in. Not that it was completely hard, but my nose was in his pubes as he let out a satisfied groan.
I started my tongue and moved my head back and forth a little, getting his dick harder. This was my duty and it reacted, getting stiffer and stiffer. I’d been trained to suck cock well, and Chris’s orders had me doing it as best I could. Even if I knew the guy from before. I took more than half his cock down, feeling it in my throat and knowing that would please him. I had to make him feel good, even if it was degrading to blow him, I had to make it the best he had ever had.
Ian was fully hard and giving some moans. He was moving his hips back and forth some. I know he was getting off not only on just being sucked, but that it was me doing it. After all these years, he had me on my knees in a stupid outfit and sucking his cock. He wasn’t small to start out, and hard he was massive. I was choking myself and gagging, shoving it down my gullet.
I was going deep when I felt his hands on my head. I knew what was about to happen and it did. He started fucking my throat and he was not kind at all. He was hammering into my face like it owed him money. I had muck spewing out of my mouth while he drilled. I couldn’t resist, I had to take it, and he knew it. I wonder if his dick would come out my ass, it seemed so long when it was pounding in.
He came in me, pulling out so he could shoot on my face. Ian had to paint me in his cum so he could do that to me and get that self-satisfied grin. He slapped my face. “You faggot. Got you and it feels great. You really had no choice but to make me feel good, did you?”
“Yes Sir.” I hated admitting it, and I hated calling him sir. He looked down on me, as I knelt on the rough floor. I could feel the imperfections pressing on my knees. It felt worse kneeling for him.
Ian grabbed the side of my face, pulling his fingers in a little. It felt threatening in a way I could not really understand. I knew he could do anything he wanted to me, so I did feel fear. “Mitch isn’t your Master. Not your real one. You’re on loan, aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir.” I couldn’t lie, and I had no idea how Ian knew Mitch was just borrowing me.
“What’s your owner’s name?” Ian asked. I told him Chris’s name. Ian looked thoughtful for a moment, then put his fingers in my mouth, testing my gag reflex. I didn’t have much of one, as his fucking my throat should have proven to him. That was not a skill I ever wanted to have. He stared into my eyes making me fear him, he wanted more of my ass. “Let’s get you back to Mitch. I’m sure he wants to keep showing you off. Crawl.” Ian walked off, not caring how hard I had to scramble to keep up.
Everyone looked over when we came out. They all knew what I had been made to do. All those geeks, each one wanting to get my mouth on their pathetic dicks. Ian tossed the leash to Mitch, and in a voice that was louder than necessary “Bitch has a good mouth on him, you’re a lucky man.”
Mitch looked relieved, pulling me closer and shoving my face into his crotch. I didn’t want to smell his junk but I had to rub my face like I was enjoying it. It was me on display again. Debasing myself in front of all those geeks. “You like my crotch, don’t you elf fucktoy?”
“Yes, Dark Master, I am yours, body and soul.” I had to make him look good in front of everyone, as much as it galled me. I didn’t even know what that meant, just that it was what I meant. I heard snickers. Damn geeks.
“Hey Mitch, I want a turn. You let Ian use him. How about letting him on my knob?” A voice piped up. Rubbing my face back and forth I tried to see who it was, but I couldn’t.
“Yeah, sure take him back.” Mitch tossed my leash to someone who pulled it back, almost choking me. I half fell back and had to scramble to crawl after the guy. I looked up a bit to see some skinny guy in baggy shorts and t-shirt. He was going so fast I could barely keep up, and he was pulling excitedly on my leash.
Back behind the curtain, he fumbled with his pants to open them up. Finally, I was going to get a smaller dick if I had to suck a dick. Nope, this guy was hung as well. How did a geek get a man’s dick? I moved towards it, his hands pulling me in until my nose was against his light red pubes.
He fucked my face like he hadn’t cum in months. It was almost desperate. He wasn’t gentle at all, he slammed into my throat going fast like a rabbit. I couldn’t breathe and sure wasn’t giving a blow job, I was a hole. My arms flayed around as I tried to keep myself from falling on the floor. His hands grabbing my head was wall really keeping me from being faceplanted.
It did not take him long to cum, which I was relieved for until I heard a voice behind me. “Mitch says I can ride his mouth next.” Fuck, I was being passed around again like a piece of meat.
The new guy was just another dick to me. Mitch sent a series of geeks in for me to blow. Or more accurately to fuck my face. I lost count, and my throat was sore. My lips were sore. So many different pubes, unkept and bushy. One dick after another forced into my mouth. My mind disconnected from reality, I was just there to be used and so I kept my mouth open for whatever was put in it.
I finally returned to sense to realize I was lying alone in the stockroom. The tile floor was cold and I felt thick liquid. It had to be cum and snot and sweat. I moved my hand to my face, and was not surprised to feel it sticky. I figured I should just stay here since I could get whatever rest possible.
I did get to lay there a few minutes before Mitch came striding in. “There you are bitch. Come on, we’re leaving.” He reached down and got my leash. I pulled myself up and followed him out of the store, his posse trailing along. I looked down and my speedos were stained, and my harness felt twisted. I crawled back into the trunk of the car without any fuss, I couldn’t resist anyway. I was sore all over. I lay there, rocked back and forth by the motion of the car.
The car stopped, and someone got out, we moved on afterwards. There were a couple more stops the same way before a stop was accompanied by the engine shutting off. I heard footsteps before the trunk opened. It was turning towards evening and Mitch grabbed my leash and tugged. I crawled out of the car, we were at Chris’s house. And there was Chris, opening the door. He got a look at my pitiful state, obviously fucked into next week, stupid costume hanging on me. Chris laughed. I hate my Master.
