Marcus and his mistake Ð part 2
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Marcus had trouble sleeping all night. Mike was very clear in his instructions: he'd either be there tonite at the same place and time, rinsed, just in shorts, tank top and sneaks without socks and without asking further questions. Or he'll start sharing their chat exchange with Marcus pictures in them on social media. And make sure his name is tagged. No discussion, no resistance, be there and do as told, or else.
How did he end up in this mess? He couldn't bear the thought od someone finding out that he's secretly meeting strange guys outdoors to suck them. He was distracted all day and was getting more nervous by the hour.
After work he rushed to his hotel, unscrewed the shower head and rinsed his ass thoroughly. He always found that this act alone is deeply humiliating. Sitting on a shower floor, shooting water up your ass and pressing it out with shit and repeating it until it's totally clean. It took him 60 mins and he was running late. He quickly dressed as told and rushed to a cab around the corner.
When he arrived, Mike was already waiting at the lamppost, smoking and again with a plastic bag in his hand. He looked at Marcus and threw his cigarette away: ãYou're late. You better make up fort hat or I can't guarantee that you're getting your credit card back. Follow behind me." Marcus only nodded and did das told. His heart was pounding. They went the same route as the day before. Again it was a hot summer night was a small breeze. Mike stopped at the same spot as the night before and turned around.
He took another plastic bag out of his pocket and gave it to Marcus: "Strip and put your clothes in here." Marcus hesitated. That's when Mike slapped him hard "If you want your credit card back you do as I say. Now, strip. I don't have all night." Marcus, surprised by the strictness in voice and also the slapping, slowly got out of his clothes and did them in the bag. As soon as he was finished, Mike turned Marcus around, pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them. Then he put a collar on him and pulled it real tight so it was harder to breath for Marcus. Then he knelt in front of Marcus and started to put his' dick into some kind of plastic device. Before Marcus could realize what it was his cock was locked in a plastic cage. Mike held the key in front of Marcus face: "I bought some nice equipment for you today. Or should I say, you bought it, as it was paid with your credit card. If you want to unlock your cock again, you need to satisfy me. No more bitching, no more complaining. You do as I say and you better be good."
Marcus head was spinning. Mike pushed him down in front of him: "You need to learn, and I'm going to teach you. But you better learn fast. Now, open wide and stick out your tongue. A word of warning, if I feel your teeth, you'll regret it."
Marcus did as he was told and Mike shoved his dick slowly but firm deep inside until it was buried in his throat. He held his head firmly until Marcus' gagreflex kicked in. "Breath slowly through your nose and try to control it. And watch your teeth."
Marcus struggled to keep his gagreflex in control. Just in the moment when he started to cough heavily and was about to puke, Mike pulled his dick out. Whack, Mike slapped him hard left and right. "Show some effort. Again. Open wide"
Marcus was confused and overwhelmed at the same time. But there was no time to think. Whack, another hard slap. "I said: open wide". Now Marcus was starting to panic. This was some serious shit. He realized that if he didn't comply, it will get hurtful for him. So he started to focus, concentrate. He opened wide, tongue out, made sure no teeth touched the dick by covering them with his lips, breathing through the nose. It forced him to be absolutely focused on Mike's demands. And it got better. He didn't have to gag so much, so Mike started to fuck his throat faster. Marcus wanted to pull away, but Mike was stronger and had his head in a firm grip.
Marcus' lost focus as he grew tired from the rough fucking. WHACK! Another hard slap. Now tears were running down Marcus cheeks. "Did I give you permission to lose focus? I've only started. You said you like it rough, well slut, that's what rough actually feels like. That's what you wanted, right?"
This was much rougher and harder than Marcus had anticipated. He was in shock. Here he was, outdoor, naked in collar, chains and his cock in cage, his face in heat from slapping, a sore throat from fucking, tears running down his cheeks and crazy dominant top looking down on him. WHACK! "I've asked you a question. That's what you wanted, right?" Marcus cried: "No, it's to rough, please let me go, Pleease."
Mike was grinning: "Always the same with you sissy boys. Looking for a dominant top for a good time. And when it gets rough you're bitching. But not this time. Open wide, I'm not even close yet" And with that he took Marcus' hair in a firm grip and pulled him to his cock. It was painful as hell. WHACK! "Open up, tongue out!" Marcus did as told and tried to focus once more. Mike wasted no time and started to skullfuck him hard. "That's it, oh that feels good. Watch your teeth" After a couple of minutes he just gave in and let Mike use him the way he wanted to. No more resistance. Spit was all over his face, his eyes, his nostrils. He had trouble breathing and was getting less and less air. As he thought he would pass out Mike stopped and pulled his cock out.
"See, that wasn't so bad, you're learning." As Mike was pulling Marcus closer again, he started begging: "Please, give me break. I can't breath, please." Mike looked at him. Grinning. Then he pushed him on the floor and went behind him. He pushed Marcus Head in one of his own sneakers and started to push his dick in asshole. With one big push he was inside. Marcus panicked. He wasn't wearing a condom. "Please, don't, not without condom." Mike stopped but kept his dick in his ass: "Relax, I'm not shooting my cum inside you. But I was just about to piss down your throat, and as you wanted a break I need another hole." And with that he started to empty his bladder in Marcus ass. Marcus was panicking again. What was happening to him? "No, no please stop, don't do this." Mike continued a little then stopped.
Before he pulled his cock out he placed the plastic bag with Marcus clothes under his ass. "You better keep your pussy tight, otherwise you'll wear my piss on your way home tonite, buddy." Then he pulled his cock out. Marcus kept his asshole tight. This was humiliating. Mike stood in front of him and held his cock in front of his mouth. "Lick it clean" Marcus could smell his own ass and the piss on the dick while trying to keep his filled asshole closed. He begged: "Please don't make me do this." Mike started to raise his hand and Marcus quickly responded: "No, please no more slapping, I'll suck it."
"That's my boy, you're learning after all. So, as before, open wide and tongue out." Marcus did as told, and Mike pushed his dick in. "Now suck it clean, as it was your favorite Lollypop."
His mind was racing. He had the smell and taste of ass and piss in his mouth, tried to keep his asshole tight but could already feel ho drops we're leaking out and running down his legs. Just as he finished to lick it clean and the taste was gone Mike started to piss again. First he realized the liquid, then the pungent taste. He started gagging from the taste. He hated piss! The thought alone of having piss in his mouth was disgusting. He felt his vomit rising.
"Swallow. And this time all of it." He just couldn't. He started to cough, but that made it worse. Piss was coming out of his nostrils. Because of that Marcus lost control of his ass for a second and he could feel piss shooting out on his clothed.
Mike didn't bother and continued to piss in Marcus mouth, pulled out and continued pissing on his face, hair and pushed it back in his mouth again. He couldn't see much as his eyes were stinging from piss as well.
Marcus was choking from the taste and smell. He couldn't see much as his eyes were stinging from piss as well. This was stopped by Mike who pushed his cock all the way down Marcus' throat until his nose was touching Mikes pubes. And he continued to piss. Marcus coughed hard, piss was shooting out from all holes, his ass, his mouth and nose. He didn't want to, but he emptied the whole piss enema on his clothes. Mike started laughing. "Seems like you're wearing my piss on your way home you stupid fuck."
He pulled his cock out, slowly stroked his cock and watched Marcus as he tried to get control of his body again. "Look at you, now that's a pretty picture. That's why I love outdoor dates. So much more you can do with sluts like you. And show them, how sluts like you are meant to be treated. At least, until they are trained for the house"
Marcus coughed and choked and vomited a little of Mikes piss. It took a minute until Marcus looked up again. He couldn't see much, as it was dark, only when cars passed by and shed some light for a second.: "Please let me go. This is disgusting and too hard. I'll give you anything else, but please don't do this to me. Pleeease, let me go."
"I'll tell you something: If you suck me good now, I'll let you go. And you even get your credit card back. But I want to see and feel some serious dedication. You'll even get some poppers. All I want to do is shoot my load on your face. Ok?"
Marcus was exhausted; he was freezing cold from the piss, and just wanted out. But he didn't had much alterative. Besides that, it sounded like there was an end in sight. So he complied. "Ok"
"That's what I want to hear. Good boy. So, you do as I say. Here, some Poppers, inhale deep. Yeah, that's good. Now, keep your eyes closed and open wide, tongue out."
Marcus did as told but all of a sudden he felt and smelled piss again on his face and in his mouth.
"I just need to finish my piss." And even though his eyes were closed he could see flashes. As Mike was pissing on his eyes, he couldn't open them. "That's it. Good boy." Then he felt Mikes cock enter his mouth again, but this time it didn't take long until Mike's breathing got heavier and he pulled his cock out "Keep your eyes closed, boy" and he came all over his eyes and face. Again, he saw flashes. "Good boy, that's it. That's how I like it."
He could hear how Mike pulled up his trousers. "Thanks boy. You have potential. I'll put your credit card in the bag to your clothes."
Marcus could hear him nestling with the plastic bag. Then he was uncuffed. Marcus wiped the cum and piss from his eyes, but couldn't see much as they were burning. He tried to open them he but had trouble seeing, as it was also pretty dark.
After a couple of minutes he saw the bag with his clothes and as promised with his credit card. He looked around for Mike, but he was nowhere to be seen. Seems like he just left Marcus covered in his piss and cum and went home. Marcus just thought to him self "Asshole", took the cuffs from his arms and the collar from his neck. Just as he wanted to remove the cock cage he realized that he doesn't had the key for it. He looked in the bag and searched the floor with his phone-light. If somebody could have seen him. Pissed, full of cum, spit, tears, destroyed face and naked crawling on the forrest ground looking for a small key with a phone light. He hated himself so hard at that moment.
He couldn't find it, so he went online to write to Mike. "Where did you put the key to the cock cage, I can't find it." While waiting for an answer he got dressed and searched some more. 5 min later Mike answered: "The key is with me, as it should be. You're training has just begun. Soon you're going to enjoy it. By the way: you're a natural in front of the camera."
And attached were photos from Marcus, cuffed and in collar, drenched in yellow piss, eyes closed and mouth wide open, As if he would enjoy it.
There he stood. Pissdrenched, cold, exhausted and half naked in the middle of a forrest. Face only lit by the light of his phone. His heart was sinking. He felt like he could faint any minute. Mike had him in his hands. And there was nothing he could do about it.
To be continued.
Thanks for reading. If you have any comments please let me know. I'd like to continue on the story. marcusbyron@gmx.net