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SIR'S bitch IN THE BACKROOM
Chapter 1
i'll admit right up front that i was really nervous when i walked into The Pit that Friday night. Sir had taken me there a few weeks earlier and introduced me to some of His friends as His bitch, which, i have to admit was both embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time. Of course, the fact that i was His bitch was pretty obvious just by the way i made my appearance: collared, shirtless, two fingers of my left hand stuffed down Sir's back pocket, following closely behind Him like i was some prison punk being paraded by his owner out on the 'yard.' i wasn't surprised that Sir's friends took the opportunity He offered them to explore and fondle my body, but even though i had been pretty sure that was going to happen, i still couldn't keep myself from blushing as their fingers worked and kneaded my exposed flesh while total strangers stood around and watched. And laughed. And made all kinds of scabrous comments about my manhood - or lack thereof. i was embarrassed as all get-out, but i survived.
This time was different, though. i was alone. i didn't have Sir with me to draw strength from. And i was on a mission. i didn't know whether Sir had ever actually read 'Tony at the CVS' but the task that He'd assigned me was clearly a variation on it. At His direction, i'd purchased a twelve-pack of condoms, extra-large as He specified, and i was holding them in my hand as i walked up the steps to the bar. i was stopped at the front door by the bouncer who clearly saw the box of condoms and didn't even bother concealing his amusement. "Can I see some ID, boy?" he asked, pointedly emphasizing 'boy.' Even as i was struggling to force my fingers into the back pocket of my leather shorts, the shorts Sir had bought me and which cling so tightly to my cuntholder that they look as though they might have been spray-painted onto my skin, i could feel my face heating up. 'Damn it,' i thought, 'i'm blushing already and i haven't even made it through the front door, yet.'
The bouncer had a broad grin on his face as he grabbed my ID from my fingers. He took his time perusing it, giving me the opportunity to check myself out in the mirror behind him. All i was wearing was Sir's collar, the tight leather shorts and a pair of work boots. Nothing else, except for the clover-leaf nipple clamps hanging down from my naked chest, which Sir had affixed to the very tips of my tits, where the bite is the sharpest. Seeing myself the way others would see me made me almost cringe. i looked like such a whore - such a slut. Despite all my mental preparation for this moment, i couldn't help myself. Even though i could feel myself beginning to break out in a cold sweat, i could see the blush from my face spreading out to my entire body and alternating waves of fire and ice rippled through my skin. i was so incredibly embarrassed at how i appeared that i had to look away from the mirror.
The bouncer made me stand there a full two minutes, long enough for a short line to form behind me. Knowing how i looked, i didn't even dare to glance around. i could well imagine the type of stares my boy-slut outfit was garnering; i didn't need to actually see them. Instead, i kept my eyes firmly fixed on the bouncer who alternated between looking at the picture on my ID and raking my entire body up and down with his eyes, his contemptuous smirk widening as he dragged out my ordeal. And I couldn't help but notice that every time his gaze descended down my torso, it lingered at my crotch where my iron-hard diclit was straining against its leather prison. Finally, without a word, he handed me back my ID giving me a simple jerk of the head to let me know i was free to go on in.
i grabbed my ID and hurried to pass through the open door. And as i did, i heard the bouncer behind me. "Have fun....bitch," he said, his voice heavy with scorn. With this final taunt echoing in my ears, i made my way through the front bar, careful to keep my eyes downcast as i'd been trained to do when in the presence of Real Men. But even though my eyes were firmly fixed to the floor, i could feel the Men around me turning my way as i walked by. And i could definitely hear what they were saying. "Hey, Tony, get a load of this punk." "Little faggot looks like he's got a real nice ass." "Wouldn't mind having a go at that bitch's pussy, myself. I'd fuck the shit out of that whore's cunt."
Hearing this last comment, knowing what i was there to do, it was all i could do to keep myself together. The whole experience had already been so much worse than i'd imagined. But, i'd already learned what happened when i failed at any task that Sir set for me, though i couldn't help worrying that this might be one assignment i just wouldn't be able to complete. And Sir's words echoed in my brain. "Remember, bitch," Sir had cautioned me right before i left His house, "I expect all twelve of those condoms to be bulging with man-scuzz when you return. Don't disappoint me. If you do, I won't be the only one who's sorry." Sir almost never threatened me. There wasn't any need to - i was well aware of what happened when i failed to meet His expectations. The fact that He had, though, underlined the importance He attached to this assignment. This was one assignment i knew i'd better succeed at. i just wasn't sure i could.
With those fears uppermost in my mind, i finally made it to the back room. The light was noticeably dimmer back there, but not so dim that what i was about to do wouldn't be clearly visible to anyone in the room. While a couple of the side platforms were in use, the center platform was vacant. Per Sir's instructions, i headed straight for it. When i reached the front of the rectangular structure i turned around and raised my head. Sir had been quite clear on this point. He wanted me looking right at these Men as i repeated the words He had made me memorize.
i could see a number of Men entering the room from the front bar and i couldn't help but wonder whether the guy who'd expressed a desire to fuck the shit out of my 'whore's cunt' was among them. And then, with a start, i realized that i knew two of the guys who were scoping out my body, Todd and Raphael. They were former drinking buddies, guys i'd hung with when i was hunting for some boypussy to plunder, some punk to pound. And even as i was looking at them, i could see the dawning realization of who i was in their faces. And, as i continued to watch them, their expressions of surprise slowly transformed into smirks, gleeful smirks that showed that they were already anticipating what was to come. i swear i could actually hear what they were thinking, 'Boy, am I gonna have fun with this bitch tonight.' And though i wanted more than anything to turn away, somehow i couldn't. my eyes seemed riveted to theirs. And so it was that as i began to repeat the words Sir had made me memorize, i was looking directly into their faces.
"Excuse me, Sirs," i started, trying hard to keep my voice steady. "i just want you all to know that my cunt is available to all cummers tonight.' As i said this line i was slowly edging my shorts off my hips so that just as i finished the sentence they dropped to the floor and my hard diclit sprang up into the air. i was now fully exposed to their hungry leers. One guy gave me a loud wolf-whistle. i waited for its echoes to die down before i continued speaking: "The only requirement is that you use one of these when you're fucking me and leave it behind when you're done with me." i held up the box of condoms i'd brought with me. "Other than that, please feel free to use my cunt however you want. Thank you, Sirs."
The moment i finished speaking a loud buzz filled the room as the import of my invitation hit home. i used this short break to bend down and remove my shorts from around my ankles. i was just about to toss them aside when i remembered the bottle of poppers in one of the pockets. Sir had tossed me the bottle just as i was leaving. "Here, bitch," He'd said. "Take this with you. you're going to need it." Having extracted the poppers, i dropped my shorts next to the side of the platform and then forced myself to lie down.
i carefully positioned myself so that my cuntholder was right at the edge of the platform and then raised my legs over my head, using a hand to grab each leg behind the knee and then spreading my legs apart as much as possible. As i knew from the numerous pictures Sir has taken of me in this position, that not only was my cuntholder now fully displayed but my cunt-lips themselves would be clearly visible to anyone within close proximity. Suddenly, even as this thought sped through my consciousness, a bright flash illuminated the room. Someone had taken a picture of my fully-displayed naked pussy. Knowing the world of tumblr and twitter, i realized that it would only be a matter of hours - if not minutes - before pictures of my exposed cunt had been blogged and reblogged on to innumerable web-sites. And, all too aware of what was about to transpire, i realized that there were bound to be scores of other photos of me, most far more lurid and degrading than this first one, making their way across the internet before my night was over. The only thing i could hope was that my real name wouldn't accompany any of them.
i hadn't even had the chance to fully process how i was going to handle this problem when i looked up to see my first customer. Part of me had been sure that it would be either Todd or Raphael muscling his way to the front of the line just to be the first to plow my cunt. But looking up at the guy standing in front of me, it was obvious that no one would be muscling this dude out of the way. The man was huge. He must have stood 6'5" tall and his chest was so massive that you could scarcely see the edges of the vest he was wearing. The muscles just bulged under his ebony skin. This was the type of guy who would intimidate me even if i were fully clothed, sitting at the bar. And, here i was, naked, on my back, holding my legs as far apart as possible, exposing my cunt to a man who obviously intended to make good use of it. An electric shiver ran up and down my spine.
i looked up at this giant's face to see a huge grin. "Hey, boy," he asked familiarly, as if the two of us were just meeting on the streets, "what's your name?" "i'm Sir's bitch," i quickly replied. The man let himself chuckle. "I bet you are, boy. I bet you are." His hands moved to the front of his jeans and he quickly unbottoned them and unzipped the fly, moving one hand inside to extract his cock. i could hear my breath catch and then softly exhale as his dick came into view. It was big - eight, maybe nine inches, and plenty thick - but it wasn't the monster cock i thought he might have dangling between his legs. Even though i'd never had a cock that big up my pussy before, i was still relieved it wasn't a 14 or 15-inch behemoth like i'd feared.
The man reached out and grabbed the condom box, tearing one end open and taking out one of the rubbers. Quickly, he ripped the pack apart and unrolled the sheathing on to his already fully-aroused cock. He took a quick look around and then looked back at me. "Any lube, boy?"
"No, Sir," i responded. "i prepped myself before i came here, Sir." Sir had warned me ahead of time that i wouldn't be bringing any lubrication with me so i'd been careful to completely lube up my cunt-hole before i left the house. i'd been generous with the lube when i greased myself up, but all i could do in the backroom was hope that there was enough in my pussy to last the entire evening.
Hearing this, the man actually laughed. "You're one horny little bitch, aren't you? You not only provide the pussy but the rubbers and lube, too. God, you must want it bad, you little slut."
Shaking his head, he reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and positioned his big dick so that its crown was pressing against the rim of my rosette. Despite my best efforts, i could feel myself tense up.
The man gave me a knowing leer. "Well, boy, you may have been Sir's bitch when you walked through the door, but you're about to become My bitch now." And with that he thrust forward with incredible force and buried all of his cock up my steaming cunt-chute.
i heard myself howling in pain as he brutally invaded my body. Before my pussy even had a chance to accustom itself to his cock, he yanked his cunt-buster totally out of my hole and then pounded it back into me. Another howl escaped my lips and i began to thrash around on the platform in agony. It hurt so bad.
But he didn't give a damn whether he was hurting me or not. Why would he? i was just a fucking little bitch. i'd get used to it. Bitches like me always do. So he continued deep-dicking me, fucking me the way Sir fucks me, using me like a bitch for his own pleasure. And i could hear the Men who gathered round to watch me get fucked laughing in derision, urging him on, telling him to fuck the shit out of the little cunt-boy - to fuck the shit out of me. And he was doing just that, as i squirmed beneath him, the pain and the humiliation i was feeling rapidly surpassing my ability to even describe it.
And then, just as I was approaching the point where i thought i just couldn't stand it, i remembered the poppers. Frantically my fingers unscrewed the cap and i brought the bottle up to my nose. i inhaled the acrid aroma deeply, letting it fill my lungs. And then, miraculously, just as another scream escaped my lips as the man's hard bull-cock smashed back up my cunt-hole, the poppers kicked in and it was almost as if i was transported out of my body. i could see myself lying on the platform as the man continued to ravage my boy-cunt, harder and harder, and i could hear myself howling as the assault went on and on. But i wasn't surprised by what i saw; i wasn't appalled. Fuck, watching myself getting banged was hot as hell. And, in my mind, i actually urged the black guy on: 'Fuck him good. Fuck that little candy-assed faggot good.'
And from my new perspective i noticed something else. i noticed that the little faggot being fucked was hard as a rock. his little diclit was standing straight up in the air and drops of pre-cum were spewing all over his writhing body every time the black stud rammed himself back inside the boy's cunt. The little faggot loved being dicked.
Slowly, though, the popper high dissipated enough that the two of us - the little faggot being fucked and the dude watching it - re-merged into one and it was just me, lying on my back, still getting my cunt reamed out by the giant black fucker. But the poppers had done their work and the whole experience had changed. Oh yeah, i was still in pain and i was still scarlet in my embarrassment, but i was also hot as hell. Now, i was embracing the pain, the humiliation; i was reveling in it. i wanted this big black giant to fuck me - to fuck me hard - to fuck me until i was squealing in pain. It all felt so fucking hot.
i was still howling, but now there were words inside my howls, words like "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck Me." and "Please, Sir. Harder, Sir. Harder. Fuck me harder, Sir." i was still squirming around on the bench, but now i was squirming in heat, trying to raise my cuntholder higher and higher to meet the cock's plunging down-strokes, trying to get that big black cock deeper and deeper inside my quivering cunt.
The face of the man fucking me was suffused with the pleasure my hot little hole was providing him. He grinned down at me, his eyes almost twinkling with his amusement. "You're enjoying this boy, aren't you?" he asked. "You love feeling me coring out your cunt, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Sir," i admitted shamelessly, in between squeals of pleasure. "You feel so good inside of me, Sir. Inside my pussy. Please don't stop, Sir. Please. Just keep fucking me. Fucking my cunt. Hard, Sir, like you're doing now. Fuck me hard, Sir. It feels so fucking good."
The man just shook his head. "My God, boy. You are just about the horniest little bitch I've ever met. But, you want it hard, I'll give it to you hard." And then, as i writhed under him in a mindless rutting frenzy, i felt him lean his weight on to my legs, forcing them even farther apart, letting him get even deeper inside my steaming pussy. "Oh, fuck!" i screamed. "Oh, yeah!"
He began fucking me as if he had a jackhammer between his legs. In and out, in and out so fast that my body could hardly differentiate the in from the out. He was banging me so hard that i knew he was bruising my cuntholder just by the force of his thrusts up my cunt-hole. Soon, all too soon i felt, his eyes took on the glaze of a man totally lost in his lust, in his need to get off.
i was so hot, so unbelievably aroused to be used that way, to be fucked like the hungry little bitch i had become. Crushed between the mass of the man's body pressing me down so hard on to the bench that i had trouble breathing and my own muscled stomach grinding back up against my fucker in total abandon, my diclit was an aching, straining tube of rigid flesh. Oh, God, i wanted to cum. i wanted to cum so badly. But i knew i couldn't. Sir had made a point of not giving me permission to cum. And without his permission i'm not allowed to cum. That was one lesson i had learned the hard way. i never cum without Sir's permission. But, perversely, knowing that i couldn't cum made the need to cum that much greater; the sensation of being so close to release combining with the knowledge that i was prohibited from experiencing it left me in a state of almost mindless sexual frenzy.
Fortunately for the man doing me, fucking me so completely, making my entire body feel like one big cunt, he was under no such constraints. With a final flurry of piston-like thrusts, he was there. He was cumming inside of me. And as he shot his seed into the condom buried deep inside my bitch pussy, he let out a growl of sexual release that slowly rose in volume until it was reverberating throughout the entire backroom. And, from all around me, i heard the cheers and applause of the spectators who had watched and enjoyed the way he had completely bitched me out. Finally, after a particularly deep lunge into the depths of my pussy, he finished shooting and collapsed onto my body
It took him a few moments to recover after his orgasm, during which time the full-weight of his massive body was resting on me. my thighs began to cramp up, but i wasn't able to do anything to relieve the pressure on them - the Man was simply too big. But, at last, he raised first his head and then his torso from my chest. He was again grinning down at me, but this time it was a grin of contentment rather than amusement.
"That was really good, boy," he said to me quietly, as if there were only the two of us in the room. "Really good. There's not many bitches out there that can take a full-out, balls-deep, cunt-pounding from me, but you did it with flying colors. You're quite the little bitch. Your Sir should be proud of you."
i was both embarrassed and proud to hear these words praising me. Not so very long ago, someone who described me as 'quite the little bitch' would have been asking for a fight and, even after all Sir's training, it was still hard to take that description as the compliment it really was. But the man who was slowly raising himself off of me, whose dick was still lodged tightly in my totally fucked-out cunt, clearly meant it as a compliment and i acknowledged it as such. "Thank you, Sir," i responded with sincerity. He accepted my response and raised himself to his feet, finally removing the weight of his body from my stretched-out thighs.
He stood up, leaving only the crown of his softening cock still lodged inside my pussy. He gave me a subtle wink and took a step backwards. His cock finally exited my cunt with an audible 'pop.' And i felt the same emptiness i always felt when Sir was finished with me, leaving my cunt-lips still yawning open, hoping to entice Him into ramming His dick back inside and filling me with His Manhood. But Sir was not there and the Man in front of me was done with me.
There was only one thing left for him to do. As i watched, he peeled off the condom that had encased his big cock while he ravaged my boy-hole. i couldn't help feeling a surge of pride as i saw how truly bulging with Man-seed his rubber was. Holding the open end of the rubber tightly together he leaned over me and placed it directly behind my head. Then, to my considerable surprise, he lowered his head and planted a soft kiss directly on my lips. And as he did so, i heard him murmur. "Hope I see you again, boy. I'd definitely enjoy another go-round with your tight little pussy." Just hearing those words made me clench down on my cunt hole and my still-hard diclit oozed out a fresh dollop of pre-cum. Because the honest truth was that i knew i'd like that too.
As he straightened back up and then proceeded to re-insert his now spent cock back into the confines of his jeans and re-zip them up, i had time to wonder - what was it about me that wanted - no, not wanted, needed - that needed another guy to take complete possession of my body and use me as his bitch, to totally bitch me out. i'd pondered this question many times before and never come up with an answer. Once i even asked Sir the question and He told me flat out that it was a foolish question, an irrelevant one.
"It's just the way you are, boy. you're a bitch, pure and simple. Whether it was God's choice or some random genetic sequence that made you a bitch doesn't make the slightest difference. you are what you are. Before we ever met and I made you My bitch you were already a bitch. And, no matter what you do in the future, you'll still be a bitch. So don't waste your time worrying about why you're a bitch. you need to work on being the best bitch you can possibly be. And that's exactly what I intend to train you to be."
Of course, Sir was as good as His word. That's the reason i was in the backroom of The Pit, naked, with my legs spread apart, waiting for the next guy to fuck me. As i glanced up, i realized i wasn't going to have long to wait. That next guy was already standing between my legs and had already sheathed his fat cock with a condom. He was big, like the black dude who had just finished with me. But while the black dude was big with muscle, this guy was just fat, really fat. And when i looked up at his face, i couldn't help but shudder.
There was a grin on the new guy's face, just like there had been on the black dude. But there was no amusement in this guy's eyes - only anger and scorn. i'd never even seen this guy before - i was sure of that - so there was no way the anger could be anything personal. But i also knew that wouldn't make any difference. This guy was angry and he was going to take it out on me. This guy was going to be trouble; this guy wanted to hurt me; this guy was going to hurt me. And there was nothing i could do about it. i was a bitch and bitches just have to take what they're given. So i tried to steel myself to endure whatever this guy threw at me. After all, that was what Sir has been training me to do. But i also knew that, this time, making Sir proud of me was going to take more than a lot of work, it was going to take a lot of pain.
And even as this realization sank in, the guy moved between my legs. "Spread those fucking legs far apart, you little slut," he snarled, "you're about to get fucked by a man who knows how to treat scum like you." Oh, yeah. This guy was going to be trouble.