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Jon
Latrine Nerd
Part 2
by Jon Hold
Copyright 2002 by Jon Hold
jonhold@Earthlink.com
I was antsy and flustered for the rest of the week. I managed to make it to school every day, but it's a good thing there weren't any major tests or anything like that because I was pretty useless. Every time I sat down my ass would throb and I'd start daydreaming about Topman. My teachers all looked wimpy to me and the guys in my gym class were absolutely hopeless. When I got home I'd immediately strip naked and stay naked until I had to get dressed for school again. A couple of times after dark I even snuck down to the park to see if the Topman's black pick-up truck was there. One night a trucker spotted me and I just showed off my body for him. He was big and well built, hairy and strong looking and he really turned me on, making my dick throb and leak like crazy. But I wanted my Topman and was saving myself for him.
I told my aunt that I had a school outing that weekend and she just said, "Have a nice time, Dear." Fifteen minutes after the bus dropped me at my aunts house I was standing in front of the latrine, ditty bag in hand, ready to go. A constant stream of guys were coming and going. Many of them smiled at me and made various suggestive motions. I just smiled politely with a "thank you, but no thank you," sort of grin and nod.
It was over two hours later when the Topman finally pulled up in his black pick-up. He walked right up to me. "You been standing here letting all these freaks stare at you, boy?"
"Uh..." I hadn't actually thought of it that way, but I knew better than to disagree. "Yes, Sir." leaked out as I blushed and bowed my head. The Topman grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and lifted me up so he could look me right in the eye, "You wanna show off. Let's go show off!"
Still holding the hair on the back of my head he frog marched me into the latrine and put me down on my knees with my back bent over the edge of the stainless steel piss trough. All the guys in the place froze where they were and stared at us.
"Open your mouth and don't move!" he ordered.
Trembling in fear I opened my mouth wide and stared down across my cheekbones as Topman unbuttoned his levis and pulled out that big cock of his. Without saying a word he stepped forward astraddle of me and held his bloated thickness in front of my open mouth. A quiet grunt and his piss started filling my mouth. One look in his eye and I knew better than to let any spill. Try as I might it was hard to swallow with my head pulled back like that and his heavy stream was more than I could handle. A rivulet of his piss started leaking out of each corner of my mouth to run down across my cheeks and the back of my neck to drop ringingly into the metal trough. A low murmur filled the background and I could see guys playing with themselves and groping the guys standing next to them. I started crying. Humiliated. Guys watching as this man pissed in my mouth. I saw one of the kids from school watching with the hand of the big, hairy trucker standing next to him down the back of his unbuttoned Levis. His eyes were bright and he was obviously enjoying the show --- and the finger that was frigging his butthole.
Topman finished pissing, milking his last drop into my open mouth, then dropped my head into the metal piss trough with a throwing motion. "Wipe that piss off your face and get your ass out in my truck! And be naked when I get there!"
"Yes, Sir!" I choked out, staggering to my feet. My schoolmate gave me a, 'Oh, boy, are you in trouble,' look as I went past him to the sink. I just shrugged and kept going. Topman went over to the two truckers now flanking my schoolmate. We're headed over to my place. I've got a pretty good setup over there. You guys want to bring your punk and come along?"
"Naw," said the older guy, the one with his hand inside my schoolmates pants. "I'd really like a chance to work these two over together, but we've got a schedule to keep and we'll just have time to fuck this kid and get back on the road. Maybe another time."
"Any time!" Looking over the younger guy, Topman turned back to the older trucker, "Yeah. Bring your boy along and anything else you pick up that you want to play with. Here's my phone number."
"Thanks..." and that's the last I heard as I headed out the door to Topman's pick-up. Like I was told, I stripped naked and sat in the passenger seat. Topman came out and didn't even acknowledge that I was in his truck. We drove in total silence until we got to his place. He parked in the street and got out. It was a nice neighborhood. All the houses were at least fifty feet apart, Topmans more like a hundred and fifty, none of that subdivision one-on-top-of-another building, and well taken care of.
"Well, come on!" Topman ordered.
I blushed, but immediately obeyed. He was going to make me walk all the way up that long path to the front door right out where everyone could see me bone naked. I didn't dare try to hurry him, much as I wanted to, for fear of what he might do right out there in public. Topman stopped at his mailbox and looked through his male, and then walked slowly up the walkway to his house, reading a magazine that looked to me like it consisted mostly of pictures of boys tied up in various awkward looking positions.
I started to follow Topman through the front door but he stopped and looked at me in disbelief. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Slaves use the back door!"
I blushed and stuttered trying to say, "I'm sorry, Sir." He slammed the door in my face. I ran around the building and waited by the back door. Luckily there were some bushes by the back door and I couldn't be seen directly from any of the neighbors houses. It was after dark and I was shivering with the cold when Topman finally opened the door and gave me an odd sort of look, almost like approval. "Get in here." I darted through the door, arms still wrapped around me with the cold. I realized that if I had knocked on the locked door the way I had wanted to, I'd have been in a lot of trouble with Topman. As it was, I imagined that maybe he approved of me for having done exactly what he said, and nothing else. Before I could really congratulate myself, Topman directed me down the hall to the livingroom where he sat down in a high-backed straight chair and put me down across his lap. We had a long talk about my week. Details about what I'd done and not done or not done perfectly at school, at home, and in-between. Every tiny detail brought on either an expression of approval, or a spanking. By the time our interview was over I was crying unashamedly and my butt ached in pain. The amazing thing to me was that I had basked in the slight praise Topman had offered, and knew inside that I had deserved every bit of each spanking I had gotten. The only break I'd had for over three hours was when he'd gotten up to get a paddle because his hand was getting sore. I apologized for making his hand sore and he said that was okay because a boy like me really needed a paddle anyway to give me something to pay attention to.
Afterwards, Topman took me into the shower and washed the tears off my face. Then he gave me three enema's to clean me out real good for him. He used so much water in the last one that I swelled up like I was pregnant or something. He seemed to really like that because he spent a long time holding me and rubbing his hands all over me before he finally let me go dump the water. I couldn't believe how sensitive all that water pressure made my dick and how good it felt to be held and loved so much when I was in "that condition." I regretted letting the water go, even though my guts were contracting in pain from holding the water in so long. I really hoped that Topman would do this again and again and teach me how to hold the water for however long I was told. Thinking of Topman fucking me with my guts full like that almost made me cum as I was cramping from the water rushing out of me, but I knew better and squeezed my balls until my hard-on wilted a little. I went back into the shower and very carefully washed Topman all over, taking his piss and a load of his cum down my throat in the process.
Topman took me into his bedroom and showed me to my own personal high-backed chair. Unlike Topman's, mine had a 9" dildo permanently sticking up from the seat. Topman explained that the dildo would help me stay awake while I sat watching just in case he wanted anything during the night. He slept like a baby all night. I didn't.
Bleary-eyed and groggy, I was ordered up out of my chair, which was hard. My legs were numb and my butt was stuck to the dildo. A couple of whacks across the fronts of my thighs with a riding crop and I was a lot more awake and active and managed to stagger to my feet. I was directed to the bathroom where I was allowed to drain my bladder and accept another enema. Then I was permitted to wash my Topman in his shower and to drain his bladder and testicles. When I had finished those permitted tasks I was set to scrubbing floors. The old-fashioned way. On my knees with a bucket of hot, soapy, ammonia water and a big scrub brush. Topman was pretty disgusted when he found out I didn't have a clue about doing floors, but he and a heavy wooden paddle managed to teach me all I needed to know rather quickly. Topman kept an eye on me from the kitchen table where he had his breakfast. I had to beg him to move so I could finish the floor in the time allotted me. I was a few seconds over and had to spend some more time across Topmans knees learning the importance of time and of obeying orders. He was kind enough to explain the obligations and duties and responsibilities of being a proper, respectful, and subservient boy if I expected a real man like Topman to waste his time teaching me what I needed to know to be of any use whatsoever to someone like him. I cried and promised that I'd try harder and work harder and do as I was told.
I spent the rest of the day scrubbing floors, dusting, washing windows, cleaning the bathroom until it was absolutely spotless and doing laundry. I had to drop to my knees or bend over any time Topman gave me the signal that he wanted to use me and received a good, sound spanking any time Topman decided I needed one, or that he was getting bored and needed something to keep him occupied. Like I said, I'm not a stupid kid. It didn't take me long to figure out what Topman was doing. What did take time was realizing just how much I wanted/needed a strong man in charge of me, and learning to just submit and do as I was told. Watching Topman eat his lunch, which I had been told to prepare for him, set my stomach to growling. Surprised, Topman told me that useless slaves didn't get fed. If I wanted to eat I was going to have to earn my food.
By dinnertime I was punchy from lack of sleep and had never been so long without food in my life. I had to prepare a salad, beans and corn and then grill a thick steak for Topmans dinner and then wait on him hand and foot while he ate. After dinner Topman thanked me for a nice meal and then asked me if I was ready to commit to being his slave. He said that he understood that I really didn't know what that meant yet, and that he would give me several chances later on to change my mind, but that it was time I either made a commitment to learning how to serve a man properly or was on my way. I just nodded my head and begged him to let me stay and be his bottom. He just fastened a thick leather dog collar around my neck and snapped a leash to the dog collar before leading me, on all fours, into the kitchen where he put a bowl of the cheapest sort of dog food and another bowl of plain water down on the floor for me. One minute later he threw what I hadn't eaten in the trash and I got the most severe spanking of the day for having wasted food.
After dinner a friend of Topman's stopped by, Chris, Topman's last slave. He had a boy of his own now and came to Topman for advice and support. Topman invited him to spend the night and I had to (got to) do my cleaning duties for both of them before they gave me my enema and took me to bed. I spent the night sucking, getting fucked and eating manholes. I was allowed to sleep on the floor next to the bed a little bit and felt wonderful in the morning when my Topman and his slave taught me how to accept both of them in my ass at the same time. Once I got past the pain it was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever experienced having these two very manly men really go wild fucking me. Afterwards they both thanked me for giving them a wonderful first time experience for both of them. I blushed and they both really liked my modesty.
While giving them their morning baths and draining their fluids, which was my regular morning duty, I got to really admire Chris. He was awesome. Self-sure and cocky. Strong, powerful even. Hard, lean, smooth body with muscles bulging everywhere and flexible as hell. He was totally awesome. Then I almost went into shock, and did start crying. Topman wanted to know what was wrong and I didn't know what to say. I'd just realized that this fantastic hunk in front of me, this unbelievably beautiful, well built, handsome and self-sure stallion was the result of Topmans training and guidance --- and that he was willing to do the same for me. It took a spanking and a lot of prompting before I could put that into clear words, but once I did, Topman just laughed. Then Chris was told to get across Topmans lap and he had to take thirty of Topmans best shots. They explained to me that Chris had bet Topman that it would be at least two months, more likely six before I realized what was being offered me. Topman had said that I was a lot smarter than that and that I would figure out what was happening much sooner than that. Their bet was ten swats a month for six months. Three sets for Topman if I guessed in the first month then two, then one, then one, two and three for Chris. Topman was laughing and jovial, teasing Chris that he had ten more coming as a bonus because I'd guessed it in the first weekend. Chris kept saying, "Like hell!!", but I could tell that they were both actually very proud of me. I felt wonderful, from their praise, and from knowing that Topman thought me worthy of his training. The most wonderful thing of my life happened after Chris left. Topman took me to bed a screwed me with all the passion and skill at his disposal. I was a blithering idiot, sweating and begging him for I didn't know what by the time he was done using me. He got out of bed and covered me up, telling me to get some sleep so he could get a decent fuck out of me later. I fell into a deep sleep with a silly smile on my face, knowing that the fuck to come was going to be awesome.
I was dark outside when Topman finally woke me. He looked worried and sounded upset. "Wake up, Thomas. Come on! Wake up. My Master is here and he wants to meet you ------ and he's pissed that you haven't sent his electric razor back yet."
I looked over Topmans powerful shoulder. There stood six foot five of the best developed and imposing mature manhood I'd ever seen in radiant, rampant, naked and hairy masculinity. He was HUGE. AWESOME. TOWERINGLY ANGRY. SHIT!!! It was my DAD!
Finis