The Bathhouse
Sleep was starting to be invaded with images of the use that was happening to me. I tried focusing on the face in every dream, but it was like a blurred image on tv when something is being censored. The weird part of each of my dreams was there was a big segment of each where it was like I was watching television and lost signal, seeing the “fuzzy” screen.
My alarm started going off as I turned it off and got out of bed. I was starting to get used to sleeping in the chastity. You don’t know how often you get hard in your sleep. I finished getting ready and headed to my first class.
It was Friday and the night of the bathhouse. I knew I had to go, but deep down, I didn’t want to. This wasn’t who I was, and he was turning me into something, I didn’t know what to do.
*DING*
I pulled my phone out as I entered the classroom and read the incoming message.
Casey: Hey bro, can’t wait to see you today. I get out of class at 10, and will head that way. 2 hour drive, so around noon or 1… Still on?
I shook my head. How could I forget my best friend since first grade would be staying the weekend. What would I say to him? What excuses would I make if this Master Max showed up while he was there, or one of the members of the society.
*DING*
F - Remember tonight.
For the first time since this started, I messaged him back.
Me: I forgot I have a friend coming into town. I don’t know if tonight will work.
F - I don’t give a fuck. Be there, faggot.
Me: Master, I can’t make it.
F - BE THERE FAGGOT.
He must have noticed I was starting to type again and sent a copy of the last message 5 times in a row. I decided to skip class and head back home to try and work things out. I knew I couldn’t get out of it, so I opened my message from Casey.
Me: I have a killer exam on Monday, not sure I’ll have much free time. Can we try another weekend?
Casey: Not sure when I’ll be able to come back. I thought I was going to see you at Thanksgiving, but your mom said you cancelled. Am I coming or not? I already booked a motel.
A motel, nice, maybe this could work out after all. How can I make this work?
Me: Well, I have to say, I have a study group tonight for the test on Monday.
Casey: That’s cool, I can have a night to myself then. I’ll just chill at the motel or check the town out. I need a night to myself anyway. I didn’t know how to tell you, thinking you’d have plans for us already. Text me tomorrow morning, we’ll hit the gym, then grab something to eat.
Me: Sounds perfect!
Casey has been my best friend since first grade, and while I trust him with my life, he, like no one in the town I come from, knows that I’m gay. I played hockey in school, had a few girlfriends that I have done stuff with, just never enjoyed it. Casey was the captain of the hockey team, and was 6’2”, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His girlfriend, Marilyn, was a year below us in school. I remember our freshmen year, he refused to go to the homecoming dance because she couldn’t go with him. I thought it was kind of cute.
I walked into my building.
“Ryan, anything for me or is it too early for the mail?’
“Nothing yet, wait another package it looks like.” He grabbed this package from where the other sat as well.
I thanked him and headed towards my apartment. Once inside, I grabbed the scissors and opened the box which contained another card, with the seal of the M s S which I know what it meant. I opened the card and this time, it only said:
Faggot, wear this tonight. Arrive at 10pm - Contract in locker #572 - Go into room #110, you will strip down to the enclosed jock strap, collar, and blindfold and wait.
I pulled out the jock strap which was a common one that you can get at any athletic store, a blindfold that had a cushion where the eyes would be. The collar was a black leather collar that had D rings in 4 places almost a quarter way around the collar. I placed them back in the box and laid on the couch. What was in store for me tonight?
I walked into the bathhouse at 9:59pm showed my card to the clerk behind the counter. His name badge said “Trent” and he must have been in is early 30s, looked like he stood around 5’7”, had shaggy brown hair, and hazel eyes.
“I’ll give you room #284.” he said.
“No, can I have room #110 please?”
“Oh, sure,” he said and handed me the key, “enjoy yourself,” he chuckled oddly.
I went through the doorway and immediately smelled the scent of sex and bleach. I entered the locker room and set my bag down, pulling out the manila envelope with my signature on the contract and and the #572 locker key. I looked for the locker which was near the showers. I opened the locker, put in the contract inside, and shut the locker, immediately locking on its own.
I left the locker room and turned to the right seeing a sauna door, a couple of men kissing in the corner of the room, just right out in the open. As I continued down the hallway, I saw an outdoor pool, which living in Florida, could be use a lot, and as I saw, had three guys in there talking. Make that 4 guys in there as one came up for air. Turning right, I saw a work-out gym and thought to myself, What muscles really are getting a workout in there?.
The first few rooms were about the size of a closet, with a small cushion for bed, a small table, and a bowl of condoms.
Room 110 was in the corner, and seemed like it was a bigger room. I used the key and entered the room, seeing a small bed, a cross, and a sling. I walked further in the room and saw that one wall was clear plexiglass and had a few holes at cock height. What was going to happen?
I hesitantly stripped down to the jock strap, applied the collar, and then the blindfold. I lowered myself to my knees and waited. I knew the door was shut, so you couldn’t enter without a key. It wasn’t long before the door opened.
I heard the robotic voice start talking, “Good faggot, you showed up, then again, I knew you would because you had no choice.” There was a pause while he typed out the next message, then heard, “You are my faggot, and I got your signed contract after you left it.” Another pause, then, “I can’t believe you skipped class today, that wasn’t very good for a stupid faggot.”
*WHACK, WHACK, WHACK* to the ass, I winced with each hit.
I heard him attach a leash to the collar, as he led me around the room, as I assumed that men were starting to watch through the plexiglass. We finally stopped and he helped me stand up, and placed me into what I assume was the sling. He attached my hands and feet to the corners exposing my hole. I heard him walk away, the door opened, but didn’t shut. Without any warning, I felt a cock slamming inside me, then out, harder, faster, he continued fucking me. I moaned and suddenly felt a load shooting into me. He pulled out, walked up to my head and slammed it down my throat. As his cock hit my tonsils, another cock was slamming into me, this one seemed a bit smaller, but much longer and I felt him hitting my prostate each time. I was moaning as loud as I could with the first guy’s cock down my throat. It was almost timed because as the guy fucking me started shooting his load in me, the first guy who fucked me’s second load was going down my throat.
It was almost never ending. The one that fucked me would then make me gag on their cocks until they shot again. I could do nothing but lay there and take cock after cock; load after load. Finally, I heard a bell and everything stopped. The room got quiet and I heard the phone again,
Faggot will now have a 10 minute break, the faggot will be able to remove the blindfold, the drapes on the plexiglass are shut. When the next bell rings, I will be back.
The door opened and closed again. I removed the blindfold, and hopped out of the swing. I looked at a clock on the wall, it was 11:30. I had been taking cocks non-stop for 90 minutes. My ass and throat were spent. I turned around, noticing a mirror on the wall. All I could see was a worthless faggot that men were fucking. Who was I and what was happening?
Before I know it, the bell rang. I reapplied the blindfold, knelt to the ground, and waited. I was submitting and not fighting this. When he re-entered the room, I didn’t hear the door shut again, but instead felt him lead me over to the bed. He laid me down on my back, placed my head over the bed, so it was hanging, locked restraints around my ankles, lifting them up, exposing my ass.
I heard the phone again, “20 loads in, how many more can faggot take?”
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