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Chapter 9
I woke up first next to Scotty's naked, passed out body. Looking him over I could see the evidence of last nights abuse. His welted, bruised ass, still swolen nipples, red marks on his cock, and the degrading things written on his body. I got up carefully, not waking my boy. He needed the rest before he went on his first real appointment tonight officially as my whore. And tonight would be worse for him than last night.
I had sold him for 12 hours to a couple of bikers. They wanted a sweet faced young jock for the night to completely use at their discretion. They planned to utterly abuse and humiliate him, and from what they told me, Scotty would never be the same after tonight. They promised no real damage, except for his psyche. This weekend was all about totally breaking Scotty, and tonight would finalize it. And they were paying dearly for the privilege. $2000!! I don't know where they got the money for this, and I didn't care. This would be the true turning point in Scotty's young life. But what I've learned about my slave so far was that abuse, pain, and humiliation turned him on, the more the better.
I spent my morning lining up more business for my whore. Weeding out the ones who weren't willing to pay enough for the scenes they wanted. Some guys just wanted to give a hot young stud a quick fuck and leave. I lined up several of these for later in the week. Some guys had very specific fantasies, these would be the real cash cows.
I also recieved videos and pictures from Aaron and Ken, along with a request to purchase Scotty soon. They had some friends visiting from out of town in a couple weeks, and wanted to have a sexy college jock to play with. I told them of course, and promised a discounted rate. I watched their videos, reliving the glory that was last night.
Scotty finally woke up about 1:00, and rolled over looking at me, stretching his hairless body. He still looked like quite the little angel, in spite of the evidence on his body saying otherwise.
"On the floor, hands and knees!" I ordered him, snapping my fingers. As he was still somewhat groggy, he didn't move fast enough ,which displeased me. I grabbed an arm and leg, picking him up and dropping him face down. Scotty realized his mistake and quickly got on all fours. Just for good measure, I gave him a swift kick to the balls, causing him to squeel and arch his back, but he stayed in position. It was never ceasing to amaze me what a natural sub Scotty was.
I got behind him and started examining his hole. It had shrunken back to normal size, but I shoved two fingers in and moved them around to make sure all was well. Scotty just moaned like a slut and I swear his pussy was sucking my fingers in. I pulled out and examined my fingers. No trace of blood, just some cum from last night and some shit. I stuck them in Scotty's mouth to clean, and he feverishly wrapped his tongue around them before he fully realized what they were coated with. I loved the shocked look on his face, but sadly realized that soon, nothing would shock him anymore, so I savored it while I could. He just dutifully cleaned them, knowing any protest would just bring punishment.
I ordered him to follow me into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I grabbed him by his hair and forced him onto my cock. After a few seconds, I started to shit with Scotty's face buried in my crotch. He tried to squirm a bit, but I just held him fast. As I dumped into the toilet, I started pissing into my slave. Scotty managed to gulp down every drop I fed him. I was impressed! He is such a fast learner! When I was drained, I pulled out of his mouth and stood up. I turned him over so his neck rested on the seat, and his head was over the bowl. I squatted down, planting my dirty hole right on his mouth. Now Scotty had never eaten ass before, let alone one that had just shit, and he hesitated.
"Start cleaning it, or else!" I demanded. Scotty knew he was in no position to disobey. He tentatively stuck out his tounge, tickeling my hairy hole. I just reached a hand under his head and shoved his mouth right on me. He started slowely at first, but after about a minute he was eating my ass like he was born for it. Which he was. He was sucking and licking, digging his tongue in me deep, cleaning out any leftover trace of my morning dump. When I felt sufficiently clean, I stood up and went to get a large tumbler. Placing Scotty's cock in it, I told him to piss. He quickly filled it 3/4 full, after which I held it up to his mouth.
"Drink boy," I instructed him. " You drank your Masters piss, now show me what a nasty little piggy you are and drink yours down too." Scotty just quickly gulped, and it was all gone in nothing flat. I sat him on the toilet and told him to shit, then join me on the bed.
When he came out of the bathroom, I was stretched out for him. I just pointed to my smelly pit, and he dived right on it, licking it all over, inhaling my scent, his rock hard cock rubbing against me. He cleaned both pits and I pushed him to my feet, which he attacked with vigor, relishing in my smells. I rolled over and spread my cheeks apart, and he dove right into my hairy asscrack, licking it up and down, feasting on my manly hole.
When I was satisfied, we headed to the shower, and I scrubbed him hard, removing the writing from last night. After all, tonights clients wanted a fresh looking jock. I had emailed them and told them his ass was a bit bruised, but they were ok with that. It was still a sweet, young, college jock ass. After Scotty did his duty cleaning me, and toweled off, Scotty shaved his baby face, (not that he had much hair anyway), and joined me on the bed. After all of his sexy attention on my body, I was horny and needing to cum. As badly as I wanted to fuck my slut, I refrained, so his pussy would be as tight as possible for the clients tonight.
Instead, I decided to start training his throat to take my Mexican monster. It wouldn't be easy. His little mouth could barely open wide enough to let me enter, so I grabbed the metal mouth spreader and tied it on him. I turned the screws on the side, opening his mouth as far as I possibly could. Even so, I barely fit in there, and his teeth were scraping my shaft. Oh well, the hazards of the job! I told him to take a deep breath, then lodged my dick right at the back of his throat. I pushed slightly, feeling his throat give just slightly. I held still for a moment and pulled out, letting Scotty breath. When I reentered, I hit the same spot, pushing just a couple millimeters more. Scotty was doing his best to hold his throat open and let me in. He gagged a bit every time I pushed past his toncils, but valiantly did his best to make me happy. I pulled out and repeated the process, each time pushing a little further down his throat. Pretty soon, and much sooner than I had thought would be possible, I actually had my entire fucking cock buried in him. Another testament to Scotty's true nature of being a sub! I felt his throat on the outside as my monster plugged and stretched his esophagus. It was freaking amazing! It was like I could stroke his neck and jack myself off! An idea for the future.
I pulled out and began a slow fuck as Scotty deep throated me. In and out, in and out, his lips and nose buried in my pubes everytime I sunk myself deep in his suckhole. It was so out of this world that it didn't take me long to cum. When I did, I just pressed Scotty's face into my groin, and pumped my load right down into his stomach. I pulled out and Scotty just collapsed, being light headed from not enough oxygen. I quickly removed the mouth spreader to relieve his aching jaws, and picked him up, cradling him in my arms telling him what a good boy he was.
We finished the afternoon doing our homework, after all, we didn't want to flunk out. At 6:00, I got Scotty dressed for his first official out call. A jockstrap, a very tight, white tank top, gym shorts and tennis shoes gave him the perfect look for our clients. Then again we were out the door and on our way.