Continued from Chapter 6...
I heard a knock at the door behind me and then the sound of it immediately opening and footsteps coming into the room.
"Don't dare move" Charlie ordered. He was holding the leash close to my neck, keeping me in position and his piss started to flow. I was consumed by the salty test, the need to swallow quickly like I was downing a pint. I could also feel the jizz drying on my face and the tightness of the tail plug in my ass.
"What. the. fuck" I heard Dan's voice saying, but all I could do was swallow piss. Charlie deserved this from me. He finished and pushed me back down onto all fours.
"Guys, check out our new dog".
I glanced around and saw Dan and Rich's eyes and their look of horror. We were so close to the end of the holiday. I really thought I was going to make it without them finding out. But now I knew this would be the end of our friendship.
The next thing I heard was Jumbo's voice. Charlie finished, and I was able to glance around and see Jumbo with his arms round the other two leading them out of the room.
"Come on you guys, you look totally wasted on those mushrooms. You're probably seeing all sorts. Let's get you to bed."
From what I could hear there was no argument from either of them.
Charlie just smiled. He didn't seem to care even slightly what they saw. He turned to the others who were all just sitting round on the bottom bunks of the beds.
"Alright boys. We've got a few hours til dawn yet. It's time to play with our new puppy slave".
I was still down on the floor, kneeling and with my hands on the floor in front of me. I was being talked about as a pet now, in front of all the guys i'd come on holiday with.
"So what i'm thinking" Charlie said to the others, "is that we take turns thinking of games that centres around using the fag, and see who can win most games. Oh, and there's no limits. The fag will do anything we order. Right fag?"
They all looked at me. I saw myself through their eyes. A naked twenty year old guy, down on his knees, dog tail up his ass, mouth tasting of piss and coated in several layers of jizz. It was already pretty well proven that I wasn't going to refuse anything they ordered. I nodded my head obediently.
By now Jumbo had rejoined the room, so there were five guys there again. Charlie told him the plan and invited Jumbo to go first.
Jumbo laughed. "Alright, i've got one". He spoke only to the other guys like I wasn't in the room. I don't know why but my dick was still totally hard. It had been since this all started about an hour ago.
"So someone showed me this video one time where a bunch of guys put this like fag guy on his knees in the middle of the room with his mouth wide open, and they took turns to try to spit a wad in the fags mouth. Always thought that looked pretty fun"
The other guys laughed, they all seemed up for it.
"Alright, so we start close up then one step away, then two steps, and as soon as you miss you're out, yeah?". This was from Fowls, helping get the game set up.
"Awesome first game Jumbo" Charlie said and he positioned me facing the door. "Open up fag". I obeyed. "Head back". I tilted it back. "Mouth open wider fag, yeah that's it. Now stay like that throughout the game. No moving".
He stood up over me and dropped a gob of spit in my mouth and then slapped my cheek.
"Good fag. That's me past the first round".
The others then all walked up to me and let a gob of spit drop into my wide open mouth.
My mouth was quickly filling up with their spit and I could feel it starting to run to the back of my throat, but I wasn't allowed to close my mouth even to swallow.
They took the second round from one step back. Pete went first and fired his spit straight into the centre of my mouth. Jumbo went again but didn't get any force behind it and it splattered onto my chest. Ben went next and hit my right cheek, but the guys agreed some went in my mouth, so it still counted. Then Fowls and Charlie followed and both hit goal.
The next round from two steps back and this time Fowls missed, his spit landing right in my eye, which I closed just in time. Pete also missed but added to the collection of spit running down my face. Ben and Charlie both made it through to the final though from three steps back, their gob accumulating in my mouth.
Charlie told me I could rest my mouth for a second and swallow, but I wasn't to touch the spit all over my face. I looked at the two hot guys psyching up for the final. Both desperate to fill my mouth with their spit. My cock was like a rock.
In the end they both missed at their first attempt, both hitting my face and leaving me with more spit dribbling down either cheek. At the second attempt Charlie missed again, but then Ben again hit the side of my mouth, getting some in, and was judged the winner.
Charlie went across to his bag and pulled out a thick black pen and walked across to me.
"Stand up" he ordered, and I stood immediately. My legs hurt from being down on the floor so long, but I tried not to show it.
He took the pen lid off, then wrote across my chest "FAG GAMES", then underneath wrote Master B and wrote a single tally mark. So I was the scoreboard now as well as the play equipment.
"Alright Fowls, your turn".
Fowler was sitting on the bed looking down at me. Up until tonight I always felt like he was the kinder of my three room-mates, and the most likely to feel sorry for me. But now he just seemed to look at me like I was a dog. There was no pity for my humiliation tonight. He grinned.
"Ok, he's a dog on a leash. Let's see who dares take him for a walk. Longest walkies wins."
The others cracked up, and I dropped back down onto all fours.
Pete went first and then Jumbo. Neither were really up for this that much. Pete picked up the leash, walked me round the room a couple of times, then dropped the leash again. Jumbo picked it up next and walked me to the window. He made me stick my head up high to lean out, so people looking in would see him with a leash round my neck, but I don't think anyone was around to see. It was early in the morning and not many people were about.
Fowler went next though. He seemed pretty drunk and was clearly up for more. He opened the door into the corridor, looked up and down to see no-one was around, then came and picked up the leash and pulled me by the neck. My hands and knees were starting to hurt from the crawling, but the beer from earlier masked the pain enough.
"Fuck" Jumbo said, "You're really taking him out in the corridor?". The others watched in the doorway as I was walked quietly up to the end of the corridor, trailing behind Fowler who was pulling on my lead. Fowls looked a bit nervous still. He really didn't want to be caught holding a guy on a leash. At the end he turned around and we started to walk back. The others in the doorway were getting plenty photos of this. We started to hear voices coming up the stairs and were still maybe 20 metres away from the room.
"Fuck" Fowls said suddenly, pulling upwards on the collar. "Get up and get back in the fucking room". I jumped up and ran back. The two girls just turned the corner as my naked collared body disappeared back into the room, Fowls right behind me.
The guys closed the door behind us and fell about laughing.
"Dude that was awesome" Pete said to Fowls, high fiveing him. "Would have been so funny if those girls had seen you".
"Fuck man, that would've been difficult to explain away. Like 'oh yeah, i'm just taking my pet fag for a walk'"
While everyone's attention was on Fowls, I sat there just trying to get my breat back. I was so close to total public humiliation there. I just hoped that was it for this game, and maybe the next game would be confined to the room.
But Charlie wasn't through yet. He had been pretty quiet about Fowls' efforts. He looked like he was ready to win this one.
"Lets see if we can't go one better eh fag" he said, picking up my lead.
The others looked up at him.
"Just watch out that window" Charlie said smiling, his cocky boyish controlling smile.
"You're not gonna take him outside dude?" Pete said laughing.
"You know there's like a reception downstairs man?" Ben said.
Charlie just kept smiling, grabbed my lead and opened the door.
I didn't want to go out there again, but it did feel a lot different with Charlie. He walked along the corridor without any embarassment, me crawling along the hard carpet, trying to keep up, the lead taut, pulling at my collar. It was like he was just taking his dog for a walk like any morning.
We got to the lift, and when it arrived I was really relieved to see it was empty. I guessed he probably was too. We went down to ground floor, me sitting on all fours at his feet, and he walked me out. The corridor out was narrow and the reception desk was high, so I couldn't see over it and I guess the receptionist guy couldn't see me either. Charlie didn't say anything, so the reception guy was probably either not there or maybe looking the other way. He just confidently walked me out, holding the door for me to crawl through. It was tricky going down the three steps to the road, but Charlie waited for me to make it down, then marched me round the pavement. It was cool out at this time, especially being totally naked, but amazingly there was still nobody about. He marched me round the corner and across the road, so the guys would see me from the window. The road killed me knees as I crawled across, but it was amazing to look up and see Charlie's incredible ass moving right in front of me. It felt so good to be there with him. Anywhere with him.
He stopped and told me to "Sit", which I obediently did. I looked up and surely enough the guys were all at the window, laughing and taking photos. There was no doubt Charlie was alpha male here, not just to me, but to the whole group. None of the others would have tried this. And I wasn't sure I would have even done this for any of the others.
Once they'd got their photos, Charlie looked down at me and ruffled my hair.
"Fag, I almost wish you'd been born a dog. Then I could keep you as my own, totally trained obedient dog. C'mon..." and he pulled my lead and I followed him again, my ass inadvertantly moving side to side and causing my tail to sway.
We had to buzz to get back in, and this time the receptionist couldn't help but see me.
Before he said anything though, Charlie disarmed him with a drunked sounding laugh.
"Man, what a night. This is one fucking crazy city!" he said, and then he walked right on past. The reception guy didn't even bother replying.
When we got back to the room, Ben happily conceded defeat without even trying and Charlie was the clear winner. He came across and marked up one tally for Master C on my chest.
"Guys, sorry but I think I might head to bed" Ben said after this second round. "I'm knackered. You guys carry on though. Let me know who wins"
"No way man" Charlie said. "One more game Benny, come on".
Ben laughed "Oh man, ok, one more then", Ben agreed.
"Just one more for me too I think" Jumbo agreed. "We've got to be up in like five hours for the plane".
"Ok, i've got one" Pete said, smiling darkly. Everyone looked at him.
He pulled a pad of paper out his bag. I had no idea what was coming, but I already knew there were some pretty fucked up things in Pete's head.
"Ok. We each write down on a sheet of paper a sentence, then hold it up and the fag has to say it out loud, while we film it. So you can write down any nasty confession you want the fag to make or anything you want it to say to praise how awesome you are compared to the fag, and we're gonna have it on video forever".
Given how much stuff they already had of me on video, maybe this shouldn't have worried me so much. But this was kind of different. This would be a clear undeniable video image of me, admitting anything they wanted me to. And given how drunk and high they were, it could be anything.
The others all loved the idea though, and even though I really didn't want to do this, I knew I was in no position to argue. I was their toy to use exactly as they chose. I had let them do this, and I couldn't exactly stand up now and say no. I would do exactly what my superiors ordered me to.
Pete had already grabbed the pad and started writing. Charlie lined me up ready for recording. He got me properly up on all fours, back arched so my ass stuck up in the air and you would see my tail sticking up, and head looking straight towards where the guys would film me.
"Got to make sure you're looking like a good well-trained fag for the film".
"Ok fag" Pete said. He turned the pad round so I could see the sentence written in big letters.
"Can you read it yeah?". I nodded, but gulped.
"Look straight in the camera and start speaking when I signal fag". I nodded again. I watched him get his phone ready to film. My mouth felt dry. I heard it click on and he signalled for me to speak.
I just couldn't say the words. I looked at the pad and my lips moved trying to say the words but I couldn't speak. I was just too nervous to say it to the camera. He clicked the phone off.
"What the fuck was that bitch?" he said, looking angry. He came across and slapped me across the face. I was suddenly worried but I just took the slap. He grabbed my face, holding my chin to face up toward him.
"When I give you an order bitch, I expect you to obey. We own you fag. You're a piece of shit fag, born to serve real men, and so you do exactly what we say when we say. Understood fag?"
I nodded, and could feel myself shaking. He slapped my face again. "Good dog. Now lets try again".
I arched my back and pushed my ass up getting in perfect position. He set up the camera and gave the signal and this time I didn't hesitate. I looked directly into the camera and spoke loud and clear.
"My name is Ste and I am an obedient dog who lives to serve real men. I am available 24/7 for real men to own and use".
He clicked stop on the film. "Fucking awesome". He played with his phone and started the video on his phone. Everyone watched it and killed themselves laughing. I cringed at the sound of my voice.
"Fuck, this short clip is gonna go viral around the world. Bitch, you're gonna have millions of real men laughing at what a pathetic fag you are".
My heart sank below the floorboards. They were going to destroy my life. I couldn't deal with it. I needed to say something to stop it. I started to speak, but Charlie came over and put his hand on my mouth. He had obviously seen the look on my face.
"No" he said. Pete looked up and his smile dropped slightly. "Ste's little secret just stays with the five of us. Nothing goes online. No-one else gets to know what a nasty little fag he is".
Pete looked like he was thinking of protesting, but Charlie wasn't going to budge on this, so he left it. I just looked up at Charlie with grateful puppy eyes.
Jumbo grabbed the pad next and started writing. Pete went and sat on the bed, and seeing how close I was to the bed, still on all fours, he put his legs up on my back to rest them. I was nothing more than his footrest, and he wanted to make sure I understood my place.
"Ok, i'm done" Jumbo said smiling. "Like before, wait for the signal then go" he said, turning the paper so I could see. Pete took his feet off my back and Jumbo gave the signal. I looked straight at the camera.
"I'm an expert cocksucker and total cockslut. I've sucked over 1,000 different men's dicks. But your dick is definitely the biggest and best of them all sir. Thank you so much for letting me suck your awesome dick and swallow your load".
He clicked stop and everyone burst out laughing again.
"Jumbo man, you're so up yourself" Ben said cracking up, then took the pad next.
We went through the same process for Ben and then for Fowls.
Looking up into Ben's camera I was recorded saying "Master Ben is my superior, and I will do anything he orders me to". It was a short and sweet one, but then he kept the camera rolling, and I was ordered to crawl over and kiss his feet and then thank him for it.
Then to Fowls, "Thank you sir for an amazing trip. Thank you for teaching me that fags like me are here to serve and worship real men like you. I will always be here to serve and obey".
Fowls smiled. "No problem fag. Nice one".
Charlie came and took the pad, ready for the last message. He stood right in front of me so his tight jeans were inches away from me, concealing his incredible cock. Everything that had happened to me in the last few days, the whole reason I was here and taking everything being thrown at me, was because of that cock. I wanted to please and impress him so badly. I wanted his cock in my mouth, and his hands on my head and the smell of him all around me.
He stepped back and got his camera ready, then turned the paper around. I read through it first, as I had with the others. I smiled. Every word of it was true. I guess he knew that too.
"Master Charlie, you are my superior. I worship every part of you and wish I could be your slave. I would love so much to take your dick in my mouth and swallow down your piss again."
He smiled and tossed the paper aside, but kept the camera going. He walked across to me.
"Ok faggot, go for it".
I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his boxers enough, then looked up to check it was ok, before pulling out his soft dick.
"Go ahead bitch. Rest it on your tongue and get ready". I obeyed.
The warm liquid started to slowly stream out, then built up quickly. He pulled it out of my mouth so that the camera would see the arc of his piss stream filling up my mouth. I quickly gulped it down as it was flooding my mouth. I didn't even think about the camera, just focused on gulping down every bit. As the stream of piss finished I glanced up to see both him and the camera looking down at me expectantly.
"Thank you master" I said. It was the only thing that came into my head. It was exactly what he wanted.
"Good little piss fag" he said slapping my cheek "didn't even spill a drop", then he clicked the video off.
By now the other four were looking knackered, and were all lounging on the beds.
I felt equally worn down and just curled up on the floor, while Charlie went to wash his hands.
"Ok man, I am definitely going to bed now" Ben said.
"Call it a draw yeah" Charlie said.
"Sure, I reckon we all won." Ben replied
"Totally man" Jumbo said, getting up too.
"I reckon we had one loser though" Pete said.
Charlie laughed. "I think our little fag boy was the biggest winner of all. Getting to serve and obey five real guys is a fag's dream"
Jumbo and Ben disappeared back to their room, and Fowls and Pete both got into their beds and were very quickly asleep.
Charlie took my leash and pulled me over so i was on the floor next to his bed, where he lay down. He spoke to me in whisper, so the others wouldn't hear.
"So Ste, you like serving me don't you?"
I just nodded, plain puppydog adoration in my eyes.
"If I asked you to come live in my house and be my new dog. Doing stuff like this all this time, pushing your limits, training you up as a fully obedient slave, would you want that?"
I looked in his eyes. This wasn't how i'd seen my life going. I was doing a degree. I would have a decent job. I'd have nice holidays. I didn't have everything mapped out, but I had some idea. But then again here I was, early hours of the morning, being dog trained, drinking piss, serving a group of hot guys, and kneeling and looking in the eyes of a man who was like a god to me. All my other plans just seemed to fade away compared with him.
"Yes master" I replied. "I want that so much."
He just nodded. "And you would accept a life as my slave. My property. Doing anything I ordered you."
I nodded
"You would take over all house chores - cooking, cleaning, ironing. I would expect 24/7 service."
I just nodded without hesitation.
"I'd train you in fag chores too, so you always remembered your place. You'd get used to some nasty stuff, like cleaning out my toilet with your tongue"
"Yes master". I wanted him so much. Fuck, I think i'd do nearly anything.
He smiled. "That's fucking awesome fag. A few short days and you're completely broken. I don't need a slave right now. I just wanted to know if you would".
My heart felt like it broke.
"Hey, if i'm ever looking for a house fag, i'll definitely give you a shout though. Listen, go get yourself cleaned up and get some sleep. We got to be up in four hours fagboy".
After I took out the plug and cleaned my chest of the marker pen, I lay in bed for at least an hour, replaying those last few exchanges with Charlie. For a few seconds my life plan unwound and I saw a different future ahead serving and obeying him. On one level, it was a blissful place. But maybe I was lucky that he wasn't serious. Maybe the reality of it would be a lot different.
The next morning we all met up at the airport. I was nervous as hell thinking about what Dan and Rich would remember. They both gave me a funny look, but I don't think either of them mentioned what they thought they'd seen to each other, and I guess both wrote it off as the mushrooms.
After we checked in and got through to departures, Charlie grabbed me and we went for a quick walk.
"Listen man" he said. "I enjoyed all this shit over the holiday. But I was serious, yeah. What happens out here, stays out here"
I smiled and nodded.
"And I told you Dan and Rich wouldn't find out, and they didn't. So you're free".
"What about all the photos and videos?" I asked.
"Man, most will get deleted. My boys might show a couple of mates for a laugh, but you're never gonna see any of those guys anyway. And none of these guys here wants to look gay anyway, so I promise you, you haven't got a problem"
He didn't have to say all this, but I was grateful for it. It made me want him even more.
"You're pretty awesome" I told him. "I mean, you know you could have me any time and place".
"Yeah, I know" he said smiling. "You're not exactly the first fag i've owned"
I nodded, slightly sadly. I don't know why i'd be surprised.
"Hey" he said and indicated behind me with his eyes. I turned to see we'd reached the gents bathroom.
"How about you say one last goodbye?"
I smiled. "Yes master", and in 15 seconds I was on my knees in a cubicle, having my throat blissfully drilled, and giving everything up again for the man who would always be able to control me with a click of his fingers.