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I Like Hitting You - Part 8
My memory of the rest of the night at the frat house was very hazy. I woke up in my own bed, totally naked, on my stomach, with two big pillows under me. My legs were spread apart, and my whole backside was sore and painful. My head felt like it got caught in a car door, and my stomach felt really queasy. My eyes could barely open, with eyelids that seemed glued together. I was surprised to hear a voice coming from the doorway, and I turned my head toward that direction and opened my eyes a bit. A naked guy was drying his hair with a towel, his thick cock swaying in front of muscular thighs.
"You're ass must be on fire, bitch." It was Ryan. He walked behind me and stood at the foot of the bed. "Wow, faggot, we really did a number on you," he said with a chuckle. I started to roll on my side, and Ryan snapped his wet towel at my ass, connecting on my left cheek. "Who told you to move, bitch? I like you in that position and you seemed to like being ass up like that when I brought you home and drilled your hole out till the sun came up." I turned my head, look back at him and asked, "I don't remember much about last night. I was hanging out with some friends at the college. How did I end up here, Ryan?"
"You weren't hanging out with your friends at the college, you were bitching out to a bunch of horned out dudes in my cousin's frat, and he happened to text me and let me know they had some fresh ass they were breaking in," Ryan said as he gave my butt three hard open handed slaps. "Don't fucking lie to me bitch." I quickly apologized and tried to explain what happened, but Ryan shut me up with a couple more slaps. "Get in the shower and wash all that cum off your face and ass, bitch, and get back in bed with your pussy ass up in the air. I'm gonna fuck you one more time before I take off." I got up and hurried into the shower, washing my sore ass really well, and dried off quickly and ran back into the bedroom. Ryan was standing naked on the other side of the bed, his cock rock hard, with my top nightstand drawer open. He reached in and took out a rubber dildo, some lube and a Magnum.
"Fag, I think you might have to trade this dildo in for a bigger one. Did you look at your hole in the mirror?" he asked. "No Sir, I showered quickly and hurried back in here as you ordered," I said softly. He threw the dildo on the bed, and pointed to the pillows. "Get your ass in the air, sissy, I need to get off again." Ryan threw me the lube and told me to get my hole ready for his big cock. After I got on the bed and propped my ass over the pillows, Ryan jumped on top of me and put his face right against my ear, his body heavy on mine. "Put that fake cock in your mouth. I like hearing you slurp on cock while I stuff your hole," he ordered. I placed the base of the dildo on the mattress. Ryan told grabbed both my arms and pulled them behind me and told me to open my mouth and start sucking. I lowered my mouth onto the dildo and Ryan let up on my arms a bit, allowing my body to be supported by the rubber cock in my mouth. My jaw and my upper teeth were aching from the hard mouth fucking the night before, and I let out a sigh. "Little sore there, Fuckmouth?" Ryan asked me, as he shoved the head of his big cock into my sore asshole.
I didn't react to Ryan's question, and he angrily rammed his cock all the way into me as he placed his right hand on the back of my neck. Ryan pressed down hard, forcing my face into the mattress, and the dildo all the way into my mouth, right down to the base. "You better remember your place, slave boy," He yelled. "I don't cut my bitches any slack, and now that I've fucked you a half dozen times, you definitely are one of my bitches now." Ryan let up at my neck, and grabbed my hips and began to pull my ass against his big cock. "That's right fag, I fucked you five times yesterday. Once in the morning when I pissed in your mouth, once at my cousin's frat before you passed out, then again after the little guy with the horse cock fucked you when you were out of it, then twice after I dragged your sorry ass back to this apartment." Ryan began pulling his dick almost all the way out of me, then slamming it all into me as he pushed my mouth back down onto the dildo. He put his face right on my ear and said "You were a lot tighter yesterday morning, sissy. Me and those frat boys were fucking you so hard after you passed out we thought we were gonna kill you. You're not passed out now, bitch. How's this feel?" Ryan thrust his pulsing cock all the way into me, bit my neck and began grunting as he got off.
He stayed on top of me for a few minutes, whispering in my ear that I was a faggot and a bitch for his cock. He finally got up off my slapping my ass hard as he walked back over to the bathroom. "Take that rubber cock out of your mouth and bring it in here, fag," he ordered. I followed him into the bathroom, where he pulled the jizz-filled rubber off his cock and offered it to me. "You want some more protein, fag?" I nodded my head, and he pointed into the shower. "Kneel fag." I got into the shower, knelt and opened my mouth, and Ryan dropped the rubber into it. I sucked on the rubber as Ryan filled me in on what happened the night before. Apparently, after I sucked the kid with the huge cock off, they plied me with a bunch more shots of tequila, and I passed out. Two other frat brothers arrived from clubbing and took turns fucking me, then the kid with the huge cock hammered my ass. Everyone then left besides Ryan, his cousin Vince, and Brad, who were shotgunning beers while the other guys were fucking me. Ryan told me that all three of them took turns pissing in my mouth, then Ryan fucked me one more time while Brad and Vince jerked off into my face and mouth as they got close up video of the facials. Brad and Ryan dragged me into my car naked, and Ryan found my address from my driver's license and took me home at around 4 am.
Ryan ordered me to open my mouth and beg him to piss in it. "Thank you for looking after me last night Sir. Please allow me the pleasure of drinking anything that comes out of your magnificent cock," I said, mouth wide open. Ryan ordered me to spit the rubber out of my mouth, then he held his cock in his thumb and forefinger two inches from my mouth. "When we got here, you started to come around, faggot, but were so drunk. You kept saying `I've been so bad Master, please belt my fag ass.'" A slow stream of piss splashed onto my tongue and into my mouth, followed by a stream. I gulped frantically, but couldn't keep up, and began coughing. Ryan started to laugh, and directed the piss stream into my eyes and face. "You've got a lot to learn about being a urinal, fag boy," he said as he finished pissing. He put the shower on, with cold water hitting me until it warmed up. Ryan stepped into the shower, closed the glass door, and handed me a bar of soap. "Get to work, slave," he ordered, and I by started soaping his feet, then working my way up his hard young body.
When I began soaping his balls, he laughed. "Do you ever get enough cock, fag boy," he said to me as he stepped over my kneeling body, so that his balls were resting on my face. I was sucking under his balls with my lips and tongue when he turned around and placed his rock hard ass on my face. Water cascading down on me, I licked and tongued between his hard globes as he moaned approvingly. Ryan let me feast on his teen ass for a bit before turning around, slapping my face and lips over and over with his rock hard cock. I opened my mouth and Ryan began throat fucking me in earnest, my head slamming into the shower tile wall. It was tough not coughing with the water running into my mouth while he fucked into my throat, but Ryan quickly gripped the sides of my head hard and shot off into my throat. I sucked down the cum hungrily, and Ryan quickly pulled out of my mouth, soaped up his privates, rinsed off, and left the shower without saying anything else to me.
I stood up slowly and began soaping my sore body. It really hurt as I passed the soap over my bruised and sore ass cheeks, and really stung when I washed my ass crack. I grabbed the shaving mirror that was hanging in the shower and placed it underneath me, and when I looked at it I gasped. "Oh my god, my hole is so wide open," I cried out. I heard laughter and Ryan opened the shower door and said, "Faggot, all those horny frat boys fucked you like a ten dollar hooker, and I know I drilled you hard every time, but when that Tripod kid shoved his huge cock into you all the way, I couldn't believe it. When you started talking on the ride home, you kept saying how you were a bad girl and that you needed to be punished. You were so fucking drunk. When you got into the bed, you pulled some pillows under your ass and begged me to punish you. Your ass must be really hurting. It looks so fucked up"
I moved the mirror up and saw U-shaped marks all over the top and bottom of my ass cheeks, and welts all across my cheeks. "I hit you with my belt a bunch of times, but you kept saying you were bad and deserved the hanger. I took a wire hanger out of your closet and whacked you with it a bunch of times and that's when you begged me to fuck you," he said as I got out of the shower and toweled myself off. "I like hitting you, fag, and whacking your fag ass with that wire hanger got me so damn hard, even after busting three loads fucking you already that day." I got on my knees and bowed at this young man's feet and began kissing them. "Thank you for looking out for me last night, Sir, and thank you for disciplining me and putting me in my place," I said to him earnestly. "No problem, faggot, if you want to show your appreciation, get up off your knees and get in the kitchen and make me some food," Ryan said.
I stood up and offered to make him some breakfast. "It's four in the afternoon, fag boy, we're way past breakfast," Ryan said as a brushed past him quickly. I ran into the bedroom and began looking frantically for my cell phone. Ryan followed me into the room, grabbed a hanger off the top of the dresser and struck my ass with it once, hard. "I told you to make me food, fag. What the fuck do you think you're doing here. I gave you an order. Throw some clothes on and get in the motherfucking kitchen, bitch," he snarled at me. I told him that I had to find my phone to see if my Master needed me for anything, and how my Master gets very angry when I don't respond to him immediately. Ryan laughed and said "I talked to him this morning when I told him I couldn't make it to the gym until five. He knows that you spend the night getting bitched out. He canceled our morning sparring and went out with Mike and their girls on his boat. He couldn't believe that you found yourself a frat house full of cock that quick, but he's cool with it. He wants me to get a copy of the video from my cousin."
I let out a sigh of relief, threw on some shorts and a tee shirt, and headed into the kitchen. I prepared Ryan's lunch and made him a protein shake, figuring he would need it for his upcoming sparring session with my Master. Ryan ate ravenously (I guess fucking someone a half dozen times in a day and cumming in his mouth once to boot takes a lot out of a young man) and asked me why I wasn't eating. "I'm still a little queasy, Sir, I said as began cleaning the dishes." Ryan just shook his head, and reached over and tousled my hair. "I know I'm really hard on you, but I've got to give you some credit, sissy. You can really take a hard fuck, or a mouth fucking, or a hard whipping without complaining or pussying out. You know how to get a guy's rocks off. How do you feel about being my bitch a lot more often?"
I reached up and grabbed Ryan's hand off my head and placed his fingers on my lips. "I'd love to serve you whenever you want, if my Master allows it, Sir." Ryan slapped my face lightly and playfully, smiled and said: "Good answer, slave. I'm pretty sure that Amanda is going to be keeping him very busy, from when I saw them going at it yesterday on his boat." Ryan looked around my condo. "I've got an idea bitch. How do you feel about me moving in here, faggot? I've got to warn you, I need to get off five or six times every single day"