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I Like Hitting You - Part 2
It took me a good half hour to compose myself enough to get off the bed after he had left. My face was caked with his huge load of cum, now dried into a glaze on my eyelids, lips, and face. I stumbled painfully to the bathroom, where I saw my abused ass in the mirror. My whole backside was inflamed and red, with deep red and purple welts crisscrossing my ass cheeks. It looks like the leather belt made big welts horizontally across my butt, while the flogger left a ton of smaller red welts all over my abused ass, thighs, and lower back. I had deep marks on my wrists from the handcuffs, and a couple of welts on the side of my face and neck from when he wailed on me with the leather "SLAVE" collar. As I looked into the mirror one more time, gingerly touching my ass with my hand, I thought to myself "He really fucked my ass up. Was it all worth it, taking this kind of abuse, all for some dick to suck?"
The answer to that question was a small puddle on the sheet in the middle of the bed. I'm not sure when, but some time during his domination of me, I came. As I leaned over the sink and ran the hot water, getting ready to wash his cum off my face, I stared into my own eyes in the mirror. Staring back at me was a different person than the one who woke up that morning. I had submitted totally to a man. Not just a man, but also a true alpha male, the most dominant and sexually exciting man I had ever met, and I loved every second of it. I shut the water and limped back into the bedroom, with his cum still glazed on my face. I lay on my back, eyes closed, my ass stinging against the mattress. I took my belt, the one he used to discipline me, placed it across my face, and grabbed my dick, stroking it to completion as I thought about what had happened.
When I awoke the next morning, it didn't take him long to answer the question that was running through my head the whole night. I thought there was a good chance that he might be all done with me, but an equally good chance that he might respect the fact that I submitted to his punishment, and give me a second chance. At 10:30 the next morning he text messaged me. "meet me at the gym 11 am u better not be late." The gym a small boxing gym where he trained, taught boxing, and was a personal trainer. Even though I was so incredibly sore that I had called out of work and planned on sleeping in all day and was in no shape for a boxing workout, I quickly showered, dressed, packed my gym bag and headed over to his gym.
When I got there, he was standing on the ring apron, instructing Mike and another white young guy I had seen around the gym before. He turned to me and said, "You're late. Get your fucking gear on and get working on the jump rope and heavy bag. I'm done with these guys in 20 minutes." I quickly got dressed and headed over to the jump rope area to warm up. Jumping rope was total agony. The slightest flex of my buttocks or hamstrings caused a lot of pain. The guys finished their sparring he, Mike, and the other boxer came over to where I was muddling through my jump rope session. "You're really dragging ass today," he said, "Rough night last night." After a few more minutes, he yelled out "Time" and I stopped.
"How come you're wearing sweat pants today? You normally wear shorts," he said pointedly. I started hitting the heavy bag, ignoring his question. "Are you deaf, bitch, I asked you a fucking question," he yelled. "No reason," I said quickly and quietly, as he smirked. He then told me to give him the jump rope and hold the heavy bag. I did and then walked around the bag to hold it, facing the three of them. "No, hold it facing away from me," he said. I leaned over the heavy bag and grabbed it with both hands, figuring he or one of the other boxers would jump up and start punching the bag. "There's a reason this little bitch is wearing a sweat suit today. Take your sweatshirt off bitch and lean your ass toward that bag" he said. I was a little stunned that he would talk to me like that in front of Mike and some young kid I didn't even know, so I froze. He whipped the jump rope into my ass and again told me to take my shirt off. This time I didn't hesitate.
He then put his palm on the small of my back, pushing me right onto the bag like I was humping it. Laughing, he grabbed my sweatpants and quickly pulled them down to my knees, exposing my battered ass to the guys, me clad in only a jockstrap. "You weren't kidding,' said Mike. "You really fucked him up. Check that out Ryan. This faggot let another guy do that to his ass."
My Master then walked in front of me and picked up a thick leather back support weight belt and stepped behind me. "This bitch needed to be taught a lesson, and I was the man to teach it to him. Isn't that right, bitch boy?" "Yes Sir," I replied quickly. "This little faggot obviously didn't learn his lesson, or he wouldn't have been late today. Ten minutes, so ten swats with this weight belt. Count them out, bitch." By four, I was slumped on the floor on my knees, unable to stand or even think, for that matter. The pain was so unbelievably blinding that I started crying and blubbering. "Please, Sir, I'll do anything. No more, please."
He then told Mike and Ryan to help me up and they started carrying me toward the locker room. As we got near the ring he said "prop his ass over the ring apron. He's got six more coming. Ryan get in the ring and hold his arms." The kid jumped up into the ring and got on all fours, roughly holding me by my wrists, me staring pleadingly into his handsome young face. I started to beg him not to whip me any more and he shut me up by threatening to double my punishment if I said another word. My Master then offered the belt to Mike, saying "You're the one who got him into this. You might as well do some of the work disciplining this little bitch." Mike didn't hesitate, cracking my ass with six solid shots with the heavy leather belt.
"Hit the showers," he said to the two boxers, as I lay over the edge of the ring. And you, bitch, pull your sweats up for fuck's sake and go hit the heavy bag." The guys headed to the locker room, but I just slumped to the floor, sobbing softly. "I guess you're in no shape to do a man's workout, so let's see what you're good for. Sit your ass on the floor and lean your back against the side of the ring. I've got something for you bitch." As I sat facing him I knew what he had for me. His big cock was fully erect, tenting out from his shorts. "Open your fuckhole bitch," he said as he stepped over me, grabbing my chin roughly and pulling down his shorts and boxers. His hard cock sprang up into my face, and he wasted no time skull fucking me. He placed his other hand on the top of my head and painfully tilted my head to the side, with the back of my head against the hard wood of the side of the ring. "You like being a cocksucker, right," he said as he slammed his cock into my throat. "You suck my cock on my terms, bitch and I like hurting you. I'd love to use your cunt mouth all day, but I'm meeting Amanda for lunch. You'll get your lunch in a minute, faggot." I was in total agony, with my bare, bruised and battered ass cold against the cement floor and the back of my head constantly slammed against the ring. Finally, he gripped my head in a vice and finished, blasting spurt after spurt of his cum into my throat.
"You're a sick fuck," he said with a chuckle, as he pointed to a puddle of cum on my jockstrap, hand and thighs. "I was so into bashing your faggot face that I didn't even notice you jerking off, bitch." He wasn't alone in not noticing. "I didn't even realize I was doing it, Sir. I'm sorry." He reared back and gave me an open handed slap to the side of my face, knocking me on my side. "Go offer BJs to Mike and Ryan, faggot. And tell Mike to lock up when he's done." I stood up and pulled my sweatpants from around my ankles. He turned around right before exiting. "Go in there with your pants off, you stupid faggot. I want them to get a good look at my work."
"Your ass must be killing you," Mike said. "And you must have a real bad headache too," Ryan said with a laugh. They must have watched the skullfuck session. Mike was sitting naked on the bench, as Ryan stood to his side shirtless, taking off his trunks. "Why don't you take a picture, faggot," he said. I didn't realize I was staring, but I was. This kid couldn't have been over nineteen. His smooth body shone with sweat, defined but not overly muscular. "Mike was telling me about your talents. He said you can suck the chrome off a tailpipe. I never let a fag swing on my dick before, but there's a first time for everything." Ryan pointed to the floor in front of him and I just fell to me knees. I opened my mouth and accepted his thick, sweaty cock. He quickly became fully erect, and he pulled my head off his dick, grabbing it by the base with both hands. "Two hands and I still can't cover the head of my dick when I hold my baseball bat" he said to Mike. "This dick is a cocksucker's wet dream." As I worked to deep throat him, Ryan put his thumbs in my ears and painfully squeezed my head. "Choke on it bitch. Let me fuck your mouth." I went slack, relaxing my whole body, as I slunk lower, with the back of my head against the bench. Ryan leaned over me and started humping, his big cock painfully sawing through my mouth and throat. He finally bottomed out in my throat, with all his weight crushing my head, when he came. He pulled out after four thick cumshots, the last few spurts flooding my mouth with sperm. He took his cock out of my mouth, tapping the cock head on my nose. "Open, bitch, let me see my load. Look up at me." I opened my mouth as wide as possible, my tongue covered with his cum. Shockingly, Ryan quickly spit into my open mouth. "There's a bonus for you, faggot. Now swallow."
After Ryan got off, a fully hard Mike took me in the shower and gave me a quick skull fuck into the tile wall. He was way more aggressive than the other times I serviced him, obviously charged up from watching the two previous mouth rape sessions. Mike buried his cock in my mouth for about 30 strokes before he got off deep down my throat. He then told me to stand up and get under the showerhead, hands on the wall, with my ass propped out. Mike suggested that Ryan whack my ass a little bit, since he was the only guy not to hit me. Ryan stood right at my side, leaning on me, with one arm gripping tightly in front of me, and he spanked my ass hard with his open hand a half dozen times. "Give me some shampoo" Ryan said to Mike, holding out his hand. He then bent me forward a bit and put two fingers inside my ass. Mike, whose cock never went down after the quick BJ, reached over my head and bent me down onto his cock. The kid then roughly put a third finger in my ass and asked "you take it in the ass, bitch? You want to get fucked." I pulled off Mike's dick and told Ryan that I had never been fucked before, and that my Master instructed me to orally service them, not get fucked by them. Mike grabbed my head and put me back on his cock, while Ryan rubbed his hard cock against the crack of my ass. "Should I take this bitch's cherry ass, and risk getting my ass kicked, or should I just fuck his cunt mouth again and not risk the hassle," Ryan said. "You might get your ass more than kicked," said Mike. "I was specifically told `Mouth Only.'"
Ryan stopped poking his cock against my ass, and gave me a big slap. "Maybe another time boy, after your Master has broken your ass in." I could tell that Mike was close to cumming, so I redoubled my sucking efforts. I reached out for Ryan's hand and again placed it in the crack of my ass. "This is one slutty bitch," Ryan said as he reinserted two fingers, hand fucking me as Mike poured another load of semen into my stomach. Ryan, who had been rubbing his cockhead on my bruised ass, told me he was going to bust and to take him in my mouth. I complied, and was rewarded with another sweet load of teen spunk.
We quickly showered, dried and dressed, as Ryan and Mike recapped how good the BJs had been and how totally I debased myself. As I dressed and pulled up my boxers, Ryan snapped a towel against my sore ass. "Don't say a fucking word about what we did to you today, faggot." Mike told him not to worry, and that I had been trained to service straight men discreetly. As Mike went to shut off the circuit breakers, Ryan and I headed for the door. Ryan noticed the weight belt still on the floor. "A place for everything, and everything in its place," he said, chuckling. Ryan picked up the belt and walked over to me. "I wouldn't want someone to get spanked because he didn't put back equipment he used." Ryan picked up the belt and walked over to me, pushing me against the wall with his crotch against me ass and his mouth near my ear. "I got off on what we did to you today, bitch boy, and some day soon I'm gonna tap that tight ass of yours, faggot" he whispered, as he reached around me and unbuttoned my pants and guided them to the floor. "Here's one for the road" Ryan said, as he swatted my poor ass with the weight belt. "Something else to remember me by besides my big cock down your throat"