An ode to a former friendship

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My New Life As A Fuck Toy

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; if you are offended by this, stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Never have I been so humiliated in my life, and what made it worse was the fact that it was by Mick’s hand, the person I considered my best friend in the whole world, and I couldn’t help myself; I started to cry. “Shut the fuck, ya fuckin’ snivelling poofta.” Mick growled, “you brought this on yourself, so grow a fuckin’ pair, and get your arse in here,” Mick said as he walked into his unit. Having no other choice, I hobbled after him, wondering what new hell he was going to put me through now. As I entered the living room, Mick pointed to a spot on the floor, and while I made my way to the spot indicated, Mick disappeared into his bedroom. As I reached the indicated spot, Mick exited his room. I could feel him grab the bottom of the butt plug, and thankfully, he worked it out of my arse. Unfortunately, before I could thank him, I felt him shove something else up my arse, “what the fuck….”

“Shut the fuck up and listen,” Mick said as he undid the humbler and allowed me to stand upright as I cradled my poor abused nuts protectively. But as soon as I did, I felt something in my arse that seemed to weigh a ton and felt like it was going to fall out of my arse. I was just about to let it do that when Mick warned me, “I’ve just put a weighted butt plug up your arse, you have to keep it in at all times, if I find it’s come out for any reason, I’m going to tan your fuckin’ hide. Understand?”

I instantly clamped my sphincter closed and tried to hold the new butt plug in, but I do have to say that the base of this butt plug didn’t feel as big as the base of the other one, so that was a good thing. Then, Mick gave me back the key to my unit, “I want you to go and get all of your clothes and bring them back here,” he said as he gave me the key.

“Like this?” I asked incredulously.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“UM, no, I can’t think of any really, except for the fact that I’M FUCKIN’ NAKED!” I ended up shouting at him.

“Then you’d better hurry up and hope you don’t run into anyone in the passage then, hadn’t you?” Knowing I was on a losing streak, I thought, ‘what the fuck’ and ran out the door. As I put the key in the lock on my front door, I heard the lift ‘ping’; I threw myself through the door, as soon as I got it opened, and landed in a heap on the floor. I pushed the door closed with my foot as I lay there cradling my nuts as best as I could; it’s very hard to run when all you’re wearing is a chastity device. By the time I got to my unit, my nuts ached like crazy, so I just laid there cradling them for a bit. I got up eventually and went into my bedroom and looked at my bed wistfully, and wondered to myself, ‘why the fuck did I drink so fuckin’ much, and why didn’t I sleep in my own bed last night?’

I emptied all my drawers of clothes onto my bed and looked at the pile of clothes. Then, I went into my laundry, got out a roll of garbage bags, and stuffed all my clothes into bags. Next, I emptied my wardrobe and leaving my suits and shirts on the coat hangers; I just put the bags over the top with holes in the bottom of the bags for the tops of the hangers to poke through. When I finally finished getting all of my clothes together, I realised that I would have to make several trips, until I remembered the trolly I bought to take my washing down to the clothesline downstairs. Not that I’ve ever done that, but it pays to be prepared, I always thought, so I piled all of my clothes onto the trolley and headed for the door. I was just about to open the door when I suddenly remembered that I was still naked. So I pulled a pair of boxers out of one of the bags and pulled them on, and I figured that I could pull them off before I knocked on Mick’s door.

I opened my front door, and who was standing there waiting for me, none other the bastard, Mick, himself, “I thought you might pull something like this, you little fucker. Take those fuckin’ boxers off and get the fuck over to my place,” he almost yelled at me.

I quickly pulled the boxers off and ran down the passage to Mick’s place. Naturally, the door was locked, so I had to wait for Mick, who took his sweet time getting to his place. Finally, he pushed past me and unlocked the door, and I had to wait until he permitted me to enter. I scooted through the door and closed it behind me. Mick told me to put all my clothes in the spare room, and he told me to put everything away but to leave my underpants out. So, I quickly put everything away, leaving my underwear out.

Mick came into the room when I told him I’d finished, brandishing a pair of scissors, “now,” Mick began, “I want you to cut up all of your underpants….”

I just stood there looking at him with my mouth gaping open; I mean, some of my underpants cost me $180.00 a pair; I wasn’t just going to cut them up, besides what was I going to wear then? But I took one look at Mick’s face and realising that I had no other choice, I took the scissors off him and began to cut all of my underpants into tiny little pieces. By the time I’d finished, I had estimated that I had destroyed over $2,500.00 worth of underpants, and I had tears in my eyes. After I’d scooped the remains of the material back into the garbage bag, Mick dropped 14 packets of underwear on the bed, “this is what you are going to be wearing from now on,” he said as I picked one of the packets up.

Inside was a pair of lacy underpants, I was going to ask Mick if he was joking until I saw the picture on the front of the packet, and they were indeed men’s lacy underwear. So at Mick’s insistence, I pulled a pair out and tried them on.

Being made of lace, they were entirely see-through, and I was actually glad for the chastity device now because anyone would have been able to see my cock without it. Unfortunately, the back of the underwear was cut so high that they were almost a G-string; they only covered about a fifth of the top of my arse cheeks. But I guessed that was better than nothing, I suppose, the other problem was that the pair I had on was bright pink, and I noticed that the rest of the underwear was either a shade of pink or pastel coloured. My only consolation was that no one would get to see me in them; I finished modelling them for Mick.

“Oh, don’t they look lovely,” Mick said, but I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, “now tomorrow, I’ve booked you in for an assessment with one of the Personal Trainers at the Gym,” Mick said. Once again, I just stared at him with my mouth open. “I’ve decided that you’re a bit too flabby to be my fuck toy, so we’re going to get you toned up. Now, this is going to be your workout ensemble,” and with that, Mick threw some other packets on the bed. I noticed that some of the packets contained shorts, again in either shades of pink or pastel colours, and again I had to try one. So, I opened the pack, pulled a pair of shorts out of the packet, and pulled them on. For a start, they were a couple of sizes too small, and the sides of the shorts were cut so high, the split almost reached the waistband of the pair of shorts, so naturally, as I moved around, anyone could see what underwear I was or wasn’t wearing. Mick made me do a few exercises in front of the mirror, and I discovered that not only could you see my lacey underwear, but anyone could see my chastity device as I did specific exercises. “Perfect,” Mick announced, “they’re going to love you at the Gym, now, aren’t they?” Mick exclaimed.

I pulled out one of the singlets that Mick had bought and tried it on; it was almost a muscle shirt, the armholes were cut almost down to the bottom hem, it would have been better not to wear anything at all. But this is what Mick wanted me to wear, and he had gone to a lot of trouble and expense. “Oh, by the way,” Mick said as he dropped a couple of receipts onto the bed, “this is what you owe me for the clothes and other stuff I bought you. You’ll transfer the funds today, won’t you?” he finished up.

I almost cried. Could this day really get any worse? Of course, but I should have known better than to ask that question. When I finished transferring the funds, Mick told me to strip, which I did and then put all my clothes away, both the new and the old. When I’d finished putting everything away, I went out looking for Mick and met him on his way back into the room. As I looked at him, he just opened his arms, and I walked into them for a hug. Mick enfolded me into his embrace, and I lowered my head on his shoulder. It was the first time I had hugged anyone who was fully clothed while I was naked; I was hyper-aware of the feel of his shirt and the buttons as they pressed into my skin. The rough feel of his jeans as they pressed against my sheathed cock and balls and on down my legs. The feel of his arm encased in his shirt sleeve as it pressed into my back, all of which washed over and almost overwhelmed me in my nude hairless state.

As I began to melt into his embrace, I felt his hand start to move down my back, particularly his pointer finger, as it found my spine and began to apply more pressure the further down my spine it travelled. I allowed the emotions I was feeling to wash over me, and I began to cry, as I thought my ordeal was over, and we could go back to just being friends. That was until his finger continued down my spine and over my coccyx bone, and as it did, it found the beginning of the cleft of my arse. As he kept pushing his finger into my cleft, it forced my arse cheeks apart, particularly as his hand naturally followed his finger. Until he found the end of the butt plug in my arse, and he grabbed hold of it and pulled it out of my arse. If I thought it hurt when he forced his cock into my arse the first time, it was nothing compared to him pulling the butt plug out of my battered arse. Finally, finally, Mick succeeded in pulling the butt plug free of my arse.

Mick threw me face down on the bed, and I heard him opening the fly of his jeans while I lay there trembling in fear, knowing what was going to come next. I felt the blunt head of Mick’s cock separating my arse cheeks while it sought out the opening of my arse, while I laid there hoping and praying that he couldn’t find it, or if he did, that he couldn’t get in. “Fuck,” I heard Mick grunt, “oh, god, oh, fuck,” he grunted, “oh, fuckin’ jesus…fuckin’…christ,” he exclaimed, “fuckin’….hell,” he groaned, “you’re…so…fuckin’…tight,” he groaned, as I could feel him trying to force his cock into my arse. “JESUS!” he bellowed in my ear as I felt his cock breached my arse lips and forced them open enough to accommodate the head of his cock. I felt the momentary relief when my arse lips closed up a little at the base of the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as I could feel him forcing the rest of his cock deep into my battered arse. I felt the drops of his sweat from the effort he had to exert to overcome my arse lips in the first place, on the back of my neck moments before I felt the teeth of his zip bite into my arse cheeks.

This time, Mick didn’t wait for my arse to adjust and accommodate his cock, this time, it was nothing but lust, pure and simple, which translated, for me, into him raping my arse once again. I laid there listening to Mick grunting and groaning, with the effort of forcing his engorged cock in and out of my arse, until the inevitable happened, and I could feel his cock shoot wad after wad of cum deep in my arse. Because of all the effort he had to exert; Mick just collapsed on my back when he’d finally climaxed, which forced the teeth of the fly of his jeans deeper into the skin of my battered arse cheeks. I was sure they must have broken the skin because I was sure I could feel dribbles of blood over my arse cheeks. Finally, Mick had recovered enough to pull his cock out of my arse, “Fuck,” he grunted, “your arse is so fuckin’ tight,” Mick said as he tried to pull his softening cock out of my arse. “If I’d have known you were going to be this fuckin’ tight,” Mick growled with the effort of pulling his cock free from my arse. I could have sworn I heard an audible ‘pop’ when Mick eventually pulled his cock free from my arse, and it was that moment that I realised that I had actually been clenching my arse closed as tight as I possibly could. But it didn’t save my arse from getting raped; all I succeeded in doing was increasing his pleasure. His need to dominate and control and prove that there was nothing I could do to stop him. I buried my face into the bedclothes and cried.

But I couldn’t help myself; I had to laugh when Mick went to grab me by my non-existent hair; that’ll teach you, you fucker, to shave my head, I thought to myself. Finally, in frustration, Mick grabbed me by an ear, and I had to follow if I didn’t want to lose the ear. Mick pulled me off the bed and forced me to my knees in front of him as he forced his cock into my mouth for me to clean it up for him. While Mick reached down and stuck a finger up my arse, he pulled out the mixture of his cum and my arse juices and fed the mixture to me while I continued to lick and suck his cock clean. Mick reached behind himself and found the butt plug on the bed, and when he tired of cleaning my arse out, he rammed the butt plug back in, totally ignoring my screams of pain. Mick pushed me away, and as I sprawled on the floor, Mick stood up and stuffed his cock back inside his jeans; he did up his fly as he exited the room. While I laid there and continued to cry.

I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I was brought too with the most intense pain between my legs I have ever felt in my life. The pain was so severe that I could barely draw breath, and once again, I had tears in my eyes. I laid on the floor, rolling around clutching my genitals protectively and managed, somehow, to look up at Mick as he bellowed at me to get the fuck up off the floor, he had things I had to do for him, and with that, he turned on his heel and left the room. I tried to stand up, but my legs were too shaky, so I crawled out to the living room to see what his ‘lordship’ fuckin’ wanted now. Hasn’t my day been bad enough? I wondered to myself as I crawled around, trying to find Mick. I didn’t hear Mick come out from wherever he was, but I certainly felt it as he slapped my left arse cheek so hard that it made me faceplant into the floor. “Get up off the fuckin’ floor,” Mick yelled at me, “before I give you a permanent reason to fuckin’ be there,” he finished. While I dragged myself up off the floor and stood as straight as I could while my genitals ached as much as they did.

“That’s better, you fuckin’ poofter homo. Now, I can’t decide if I want to eat in or go out to eat. Any thoughts?” Mick asked.

‘Yeah,’ I thought, ‘you can go and eat shit for all I care’, but I had to decide if I wanted to stay here and get abused or get some respite and go out. “Um, we could go out and eat,” I suggested.

“I wasn’t asking you to come; you fuckin’ homo! Who wants to be seen in public with the likes of you, you fuckin’ whiny bitch?” he said with venom in his voice. I was so stunned I just stood there and looked at him and momentarily forgetting the pain in my nuts. With that, Mick grabbed his keys off the coffee table and left while I just stood and looked after him.

Deciding that I was hungry, I went into the kitchen and made myself something to eat, and reasoning correctly, I made sure I didn’t put anything on to cover myself up with. I then sat and ate my meal in front of the TV, which is where Mick found me when he got home.

“What the fuck….” Mick started when he walked into the lounge room, “who the fuck gave you permission to eat any of my food? You fuckin’ low-life poof,” Mick continued as he strode over and grabbed me by my ear once again. Then, he pulled me around the coffee table, and sitting himself down, he pulled me over his lap and began to spank my naked upturned arse. The man’s a Personal Trainer, he’s worked out his entire life, and his arms are like tree trunks. So, when his open palm connected with my naked upturned arse, it felt as though my arse was on fire. I screamed and cried for mercy, promising never to eat any of his food again without his permission, I struggled to try and get away from Mick and his hand, but he was too strong for me.

Finally, Mick’s anger was spent. He pushed me off his lap onto the floor, where I landed on my bruised and battered arse, and I swallowed the scream that wanted to escape my throat. Mick sent me into the kitchen to clean up my mess, which I did with my arse smarting from the hiding he’d given me. When I finished cleaning the kitchen, I went and stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do now; eventually, Mick noticed me; he just pointed to a spot on the floor just to the left of him. I went and sat on the floor meekly, while Mick never let his attention stray from the show he was watching on TV.

At about 11, Mick got up and went to the loo. Cleaned his teeth and walked through the lounge room on his way to his bedroom, turning all the lights off as he went while I continued to sit on the floor in the gathering darkness.

Until Mick called out, “get your fuckin’ arse in here. Fuck do I have to direct you every second of the fuckin’ day, you useless poof,” I picked myself up off the floor and ran into the bedroom, where I found Mick in bed holding the bedcovers open, so I slipped into bed with him. Mick pulled me close and began to nibble at my neck, while I froze and didn’t move a muscle, not wanting to misinterpret what he wanted, while Mick continued to nibble at my neck and the top of my shoulder. Mick gradually moved until he was lying on top of me and began to work his way down my chest, kissing and licking his way as he went until he found my nipples. He sucked each one in turn into his mouth until he caught them between his teeth, and he ground my nipples between his teeth as he continued to apply more and more pressure. Until I began to cry from the pain in my nipples, but still, Mick continued to exert more and more pressure to my nipples until I was sure he was going to bite them clean off. Then, suddenly Mick let my nipples go and ground his thumbs into them, which put me into a whole other world of pain.

Eventually, Mick grew tired of torturing my nipples and continued to lick and kiss his way down over my abdomen. Apart from my nipples, I was beginning to feel pleasure in what Mick was doing, and I could feel my cock trying to strain against the chastity device it was encased in. But any thought I had that Mick was trying to give me pleasure disappeared when I felt him reach down and pull the butt plug out of my arse, and once again, he handed it to me. Then, while he grabbed me by my thighs and pushed my legs up to my abdomen and without any preamble once again, he forced his cock deep into my arse. I took some perverse pleasure in the fact that he still had to work hard to get his cock past my sphincter. But instead of battering at my arse like he’d done all day, this time, he took his time and almost slow stroked his own cock in my arse. I was just wondering if Mick had changed his mind and decided he did love me after all. I was just beginning to get a warm and fuzzy feeling when I felt Mick’s cock spit its load of cum deep in my arse. As soon as it was finished, Mick manhandled me until I was effectively sitting on his lap, even though we were lying on our sides in bed. All the while, Mick made sure his cock remained buried deep in my arse and lying like that, I drifted off to sleep until I was woken with Mick pulling his cock out of my arse and shoving the butt plug back up my arse instead. Grabbing my ear, Mick guided my head towards his cock; knowing what was about to happen, I sucked his soft cock into my mouth. While I licked and sucked his cock clean, Mick fell asleep.

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I was woken by the feeling that my arse was being ripped open, to having something shoved in my mouth while having something forced into my arse simultaneously. It took a moment for me to realise that I was being butt fucked by Mick once again, while I obviously had to clean the butt plug that had been up my arse all night. I took a perverse pleasure in knowing that Mick had to work so hard to get his cock up my arse, as my anal lips were being strengthened by having to keep the weighted butt plug in. But after much grunting and swearing on his part, Mick managed to force his cock into my arse, and it didn’t take long before he shot his load of cum up my arse. After that, Mick took back the butt plug and roughly rammed it up my arse while I set to and licked and sucked his cock clean for him before he kicked me out of bed with his order for breakfast.

I stumbled into the kitchen and began to prepare his breakfast; when it was ready, I got the bed tray out of the cupboard. Then, having put his breakfast on the tray, I carried it back to the bedroom and put the tray over Mick’s lap. While Mick was eating his breakfast, I planned to get my own, but Mick had other ideas. So I had to crawl under the bedclothes and scoop his cock and balls into my mouth and keep them warm until he finished his breakfast.

Mick finished his breakfast and put the tray beside him on the bed, and got up, pulling his cock and balls out of my mouth at the same time, “Come,” was the one-word order Mick gave me. I scrambled out of bed and followed him into the bathroom. Mick must have been up while I made him his breakfast as there was a bag of fluid hanging from the head of the shower cubicle. Mick told me to get into the shower cubicle and get on all fours, and when I was in position, Mick pulled the butt plug out of my arse; he replaced the butt plug with the nozzle of the tube coming out of the bottom of the bag. When Mick thought it was in far enough, he let the water flow into my arse, and it wasn’t too long before my arse and gut began to feel very full. I complained to Mick that I couldn’t take anymore, but he just told me to shut the fuck, up. Finally, when he’d emptied all of the water out of the bag, he pulled the nozzle out of my arse after first warning me not to let so much as a drop to leak out. I then had to stand up and do some stretching exercises before Mick’d let me sit on the toilet and let the fluid out of my arse, and I was so relieved, but oh my god, it stank. Mick had me do it twice more, and by then, the water came out clear. Mick informed me that this would now be a permanent part of my morning routine, whether he was here or not.

Mick sat on the toilet and had a shit while I shaved him and cleaned his teeth, Mick had finished his shit by the time I had the water running, and once again, I had to wipe his arse and lick it to make sure it was clean. We both then got into the shower, and I washed Mick and shampooed his hair; when I was finished, we got out of the shower, and I dried Mick and had him sit in front of the mirror while I blow-dried and styled his hair for him. Having attended to his toilet, we went back to his bedroom, and I got him dressed; naturally, I kissed Mick’s cock before placing it in his underwear. When Mick was dressed, he pulled something out of one of his drawers. “Because I don’t want you to set off the metal detectors at your work, although I’d love to hear you explain why you are wearing a chastity device. So, I’ll remove the padlock and replace it with this plastic lock, but if you remove it at all, I’ll know, and the next day I will send you to work with the metal padlock. Am I clear?” I nodded, and Mick changed the locks, then he just walked out of the bedroom and left the unit.

I took the bed tray back to the kitchen, did the dishes and cleaned up after making myself some toast and coffee. I attended to my own toilet before I got dressed, in the clothes Mick left out for me and headed off to work. While I hated having the weight of the butt plug in my arse all day, as it felt like it was just going to pop out if I allowed my arse to relax at all much, thankfully, because of the shape of the base of the butt plug, I didn’t feel it much all. So, it was just the fear of it falling out that reminded me that it was there at all. I had to work out how to pee, as I couldn’t stand at the stalls and pee, in case anyone came in and stood beside me, as they could easily see my chastity device. So, I sat on the toilet to pee, but I had to sit right back on the seat and use the back of the seat to help hold the butt plug in, as the butt plug wanted to come out as soon as I relaxed my muscles enough to pee. And for about the umpteenth time, I wondered how the fuck I’d ever got myself into this mess, and then I’d remember and chastise myself for wanting to know what it’d feel like to have Mick’s cock between my arse cheeks. I blotted the chastity device dry with toilet paper, washed my hands and went back to work.

I would like to say that that was the most embarrassing thing I had to do all day, but no, because Mick had signed me up for a membership at his gym. So, after work, I made my way to the gym. I filled in all the paperwork at the front desk and was assigned a locker to up my stuff in; I kind of expected Mick to materialise and embarrass me in some way, but he didn’t, so I grabbed my stuff and headed to the locker room. In the locker room, I realised that Mick didn’t have to be there to embarrass me. My locker was right in the middle of a row of lockers that edged the communal area of the changing room, so the minute I dropped my trousers, everyone in the communal area will be able to see my lacy underpants. Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I turned to face my locker, and after having first removed my socks and shoes, I dropped my trousers, and as I stood out of them, I heard more than one appreciative whistle. I ignored the whistles and comments as I changed out of my shirt before I got dressed in my gym gear and went to find my Personal Trainer.

Mick went all out on my gym outfit for my first session; all I can say is, thank god he didn’t get me, new runners. My sockets were lolly pink, my shorts were bright pink, with the slits up the sides that went all the way to the waistband, and were three sizes too small, which enabled everyone to see my fluro pink lace underpants through the open slits. To top it all off, not only was my handtowel a pastel pink, but my muscle top was a deep pink as well; I felt and looked like a musk stick lolly. I don’t know what my Personal Trainer thought when he first clapped eyes on me; all I can say is, thank god we were in Prahran; otherwise, I think I’d have got my head beat in. So he showed me around the gym, and I’m sure I got more than one appreciative look; he weighed and measured me and then put me through my paces to get a baseline for me to work from. After that, the Personal Trainer worked up a program for me, and he booked me in for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings after work.

We said our goodbyes, and with the program in hand, I went back to the locker room to change into my street gear, again to whistles and ribald comments from the other guys. Then, I headed home; when I walked in the front door of Mick’s unit, I stripped and, carrying all my stuff, went and put them all away. Depositing my gym gear in the laundry hamper. Then, I went into the kitchen and started to cook dinner; I didn’t know Mick was home until he walked up behind me and slapped my right butt cheek so hard, I nearly dropped a pot of boiling water. “Fuck, you looked great in the gym today,” he growled in my ear, “I can’t wait to see what I’m going to put you in for your next session.” He said as his hand ran down my back until his finger encountered the beginning of the cleft of my arse cheeks, and I hung my head in defeat and shame. As his finger forced the start of my cleft apart, more so as his hand followed his finger, but for now, it seemed as though he was content just to feel that the butt plug was in situ.

Mick left, and I continued getting dinner ready. I had to go to the loo, and on the way back, I caught a glimpse of what Mick was looking at on his laptop, “is that a picture of me?” I asked with more than a little trepidation.

“Yeah, someone must have taken a photo of you and posted it to ‘Eye Spy in the Gym’, he replied as I stepped behind the couch to get a better view. There was a photo of me, well, to be more precise, of my arse; I don’t know what exercise I was doing at the time because I was bent over. The flaps of my shorts had flown up, and there for all the world to see were my arse cheeks, what there were of them anyway, covered in nothing but my lace undies, and then only barely, with the mid seam of my shorts running down my crack. When I got over the shock of seeing that much of me flashed all over the screen, I did an involuntary intake of air, as I was sure I could see the edges of the butt plug showing on either side of the strip of my shorts in my arse crack. I honestly don’t know why Mick even bothered with me wearing underwear or why he hadn’t just settled on a G-string. “Relax,” was all Mick said, with a throaty chuckle, “this is one of the more ‘g rated’ shots,” he finished up as he scrolled through some more shots of me, and there were plenty. There were shots of me taken side-on, and you could get a glimpse of my lace undies, which was bad enough. But there were more than a few photos of me lifting my leg or some such, and with the lighting in the gym, you caught a glint of the light off my chastity device.

“That’s it,” I stated in a huff, “I’m not going back, and you can’t make me!”

“What was that?” Mick asked as he spun around on the couch and grabbed me by my cock and balls encased in my chastity device and gave it a vicious twist, “you ungrateful fuckin’ little poof! You will go and do anything I tell you, anytime I tell you, where ever I tell you to do it! Is that understood?” he yelled at me as he gave the chastity device another vicious twist. “Or do I need to remind you who put whose cock up their arse cheeks in the first place?”

“No,” I whined as the pain in my crotch was becoming more and more unbearable as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Good! Because we encourage our clientele to take and post these photos on our site, it’s good for business as it encourages other people to join our gym. I suspect once they get a load of you, they’re going to be falling over themselves to join our gym.”

“B..b..b..b..ut, you c..c..c..an’t do that,” I whined, “what if one of my work colleges sees?”

“Relax,” Mick growled, “and stop whining like a fuckin’ baby. “They can only be seen on our website,” ‘that was a relief’, I thought, until Mick finished what he was saying, “unless the photographer posts them to another website, of course. We have no control over that.” Mick’s laughter followed me into the kitchen as I finished getting the meal ready, with tears still rolling down my cheeks as I thought of the humiliation I could face if those pictures were posted to other sites.

I dished Mick his meal, and while he sat at the table and ate, I had to be under the table, taking his cock and balls in my mouth to keep them warm for him. I stood in the kitchen when Mick finished eating and ate my meal before cleaning up the mess. Then, I walked out of the kitchen, dreading what Mick had in store for me next, so I was almost caught completely off guard when Mick grabbed me just as I was exiting the kitchen. First, he slammed me up against the wall and holding my hands above my head. Next, he ran his free hand, none too gently, over my body, assessing the muscles under my skin, and when he’d finished assessing my torso, he spun me around. Then, once again, holding my arms above my head, he assessed my back muscles as well. Finally, when Mick’d completed assessing my back, he allowed my arms to fall to my sides while he inspected my arse and legs as well, “Hmmm,” was all Mick said to himself before he let me go.

I didn’t hear him undo his pants; the next thing I knew, Mick pulled the butt plug out of my arse, only to be replaced by his cock, as he fucked me up against the wall. “Fuck, bitch,” Mick growled at me, “your fuckin’ arse is so fuckin’ tight,” Mick said as he began to pound away at my arse. I swear it’s getting tighter; you must love getting fucked by me. The thrusts of his pelvis were so strong that I thought he was going to crack either the chastity device or put a hole in the plaster, but seemingly Mick didn’t care. Mick pounded my arse for what seemed like forever before I heard him grunt and felt his cock as it leapt and spat his cum deeper into my arse. Mick eventually allowed his cock to slide out of my arse, and he spun me around and forced me to my knees so that I could clean his cock for him.

Obviously, Mick didn’t get enough from fucking my arse, as I could feel his cock begin to thicken in my mouth while I was trying to clean it until his cock was at full mast again, but by then, I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth. This time Mick wasn’t happy with that as he forced more and more of his cock into my mouth, even though I was choking on his cock. Mick thrust more of his cock into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and all I wanted to do was to try and spit his cock out and puke my guts up. But still, he forced more of his cock into my mouth until it found the back of my throat, but then it kept going; it felt like I was trying to swallow an enormous can and a full one at that. My eyes and nose were both running like taps, but still, Mick forced more and more of his cock down my throat.

“Fuck, bitch,” Mick crowed, “your throat is almost as tight as your arse. None of my girlfriends have ever been able to swallow as much as you have,” he continued while I cough and gag on his cock. Finally, Mick pulled his cock out of my mouth, ‘finally’, I thought he was taking pity on me. But all he did was grab me by both ears and stumbled back onto the couch, with me scrambling on my knees to keep up. Mick’s arse hit the edge of the couch, and before I could really understand what he planned to do, he forced his cock into my mouth again and into the top part of my throat. While I went back to trying not to gag on it too much, at some point, I must have closed my eyes because I heard Mick cooing, “good boy.” Just as I felt my nose bury itself into Mike’s big bush of pubic hair, I didn’t care that he was happy; all I wanted to do was to get off his cock, literally. Again, Mick took pity on me and pulled his cock out of my throat. I thought that that was the end of it, but how wrong was I? Mick only allowed me to take in a big gulp of air before he shoved his cock back into my mouth and down my battered throat, and once again, I felt myself choking on his mammoth cock.

This time, when Mick pulled his cock out of my mouth, he didn’t leave it out for long; when his cock was all the way down my throat, Mick made sure that my nose was completely buried in his pubic bush. Mick did leave his cock down my throat for what seemed like an eternity to me, but in truth was probably only a couple of seconds before he pulled his cock out of my throat. While now, he only left the head of his cock in my mouth for maybe a second before he rammed it back down my throat again. Then burying my nose in his pubic bush must be doing something for Mick, as he made sure he buried my nose in his pubic bush each time. Whereas he only left the head of his cock in my mouth long enough for me to snatch a breath before forcing his cock back down my throat again. Thankfully it didn’t take Mick too long before he shot his first load of cum down my throat, but after he had shot his load of cum down my throat, he just held me there. With his cock buried deep down my throat and my nose buried deep in his pubic bush, while I struggled valiantly to get his cock out of my throat, to no avail. It wasn’t until I’d almost passed out that Mick deigned to pull his softening cock out of my mouth.

Mick waited until I’d coughed and spat all the phlegm out of my throat on the floor before he pushed the head of his cock against my lips, “what the fuck do you want me to do to it now?” I croaked with a very sore throat.

“Clean it up, shithead,” Mick said as he slammed me up the side of the head, and before I knew what I was going to do, I opened my mouth and began to lick his cock clean of his cum, and my phlegm. When I’d finally finished licking and sucking his cock clean for him, Mick said, “that’s better,” as he stood up and stepped over me. “For fuck’s sake,” Mick said as he looked down at the floor, “clean your fuckin’ mess up!” So, again, before I knew I was going to do it, I knelt down and licked up all my snot and phlegm that was on the floor, “good boi,” was all Mick said.

Mick came back and sat on the couch and patted the spot beside him, so I sat beside him on the couch, and Mick put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close until I was snuggled up against him. It was only then that I realised that Mick still had his cock hanging out of his pants, and while we both got in grossed in whatever we were watching on TV, I couldn’t help myself. I kept taking furtive looks at Mick’s cock from time to time, and every time I caught myself doing it, I quickly looked back to the TV and hoped that Mick didn’t notice.

I heard Mick give a deep chuckle, “you fuckin’ little cock whore,” he said, “I knew you’d love it once you got a taste for it,” he chuckled again. Mick turned off the TV and stood up, and as he did, he scooped me up over his shoulder; turning out the lights, he made his way into his bedroom. Mick pulled back the covers and deposited me onto the bed; Mick took a second to strip before he joined me on the bed. Mick positioned me on the bed up on my knees with my face planted firmly into the mattress, which positioned my arse high in the air. Mick wasted no time in pulling the butt plug out and ramming his cock into my upturned arse, and he fucked me. Again, when he finished, Mick laid us both on our sides, with his cock still buried firmly up my arse, and that was how he fell asleep. I must have nodded off; I didn’t even feel his cock slip out of my arse.