I wake up. Sgt Tate is still asleep on his back. He must have kicked off the blankets while he is asleep. I cannot believe that he is lying naked next to me. I stare at his body. I see muscular mass and hairiness. His nipples are nubs. I have seen guys on the Internet with stretched nipples. While his don't look like theirs, they aren't flat like mine.
I reach over and rub my finger over the top of his nipple.
Sgt Tate looks over at me.
"You like those?"
"Yes Sir."
"Why don't you suck on it?"
I get up on my knees and lean over his chest. His nipple is buried in a sea of hair. I take his right nipple, the one closest to me, in my mouth. I suck it like a pacifier.
I feel his right hand stroking my side. His hand reaches in to grab my cock and balls. I fully expect him to abuse them. However, he just strokes my cock a little and fondles my balls.
"Boy, you have a lot to learn."
I pull off his nipple. "Yes Sir."
"Just listen." He rolls over onto his side facing me. His left arm and leg drape over my body. He easily pulls me into his arms.
He quietly speaks, "I want you to understand what's expected of you. You have made it further than most, but you have a long way to go. Your father brags about how smart you are. You need to focus that brain on service. I know you are inexperienced, but you are not ignorant of servicing a man like me.
"You are my bitch, my faggot, my cunt, my toilet. You are essentially my slave, in the truest sense of the word. What I say goes. Whatever your limits are, are of no interest to me.
He starts stroking the side of my face ever so lightly. I cannot believe just how tender he is being to me.
"I will beat you, I will humiliate you, I will degrade you, and I will treat you like shit. I will fuck you when I want, I will you as my toilet when I want, and I will beat you when I want."
It is so creepy the fact that we are lying in bed holding each other as if we are lovers at the same time he is telling me in a calm voice that he will beat me and use me as his toilet to piss in.
"Everything I want goes, and everything you want must go through me. If you want to do something, I will decide if you will do it.
"There are some rules I need to inform you of. First, my rules rule. I've pretty much explained that. Second, you don't do anything without my permission. This includes eating, pissing, shitting, and playing with yourself--definitely playing with yourself will need my permission, which you're not going to get.
"Third, no speaking unless I am speaking to you. If you have to address me, you will ask to speak with a simple `Sir?' When you communicate respect should always be given, even when I am degrading you. Speaking of communication, I have changed your password on your computer. You will need to earn the right to go on line.
"Fourth, your mouth, cunt, cock, balls, basically your whole body belong to me. I decide what goes up your ass and when. If the situation arises, your holes will be used by other men as I see fit." There was a pause. "There are two things that you have permission to do without waiting for my acknowledgement. Those are massaging my feet and eating my ass."
He kisses my forehead. "You know, you have lasted longer than most. Most would have bailed. But you have potential. There's one thing I want you to do before we eat. But first, I have to take a big dump."
The tender moment ends with that graphic statement. He rolls out of bed. He stretches in all directions. I say to myself, "Wow."
He turns and winks at me. "Come with me."
I follow him into his master bathroom that is as big as my room. There is a whirlpool, a walk in shower that fits four or five, a vanity with three sinks, and a sink. The toilet is large, for the large man.
"Sir?"
"Yes boy."
"This is a beautiful room."
"It was all designed to my specification. The toilet was hand done. It's a bit taller than most. I also had it designed so that I didn't have to tuck my cock into a confined spot when I sit." The rim of the porcelain dips at the front.
He sits down and his cock hangs over.
"Get your mouth over here and give me head while I dump."
I kneel in front of him and take his cock in my mouth. My chin rests in that dip.
He grunts and then lets out a big fart. Then I hear his shit splashing into the toilet. At the same time, he starts pissing in my mouth. This reminds me of the times I would sit in the mall bathroom and hear the men come in to take a shit. However, being this close, the smell is the strongest.
"That's it faggot. Take a deep whiff."
I do with pleasure.
A couple more turds drop. Then a few more drop.
"Aw, fuck! There's no toilet paper." I look over to see a full roll on the roller.
He stands up and turns around. My face is nearly in his ass.
"Pull apart my cheeks and tell me if there's a lot of shit to be wiped up."
I hesitantly reach for each asscheek. I don't like where this is going. Pulling apart reveals a shit-covered hole. It reeks.
"Yes Sir, your asshole is covered in shit."
"This is why I need a bidet. That spot right next to the toilet is just for the bidet."
He takes a half step back, away from the toilet.
"Fag, move away from back there." I move a few feet away. "In fact, go sit there." He points to the empty bidet spot. There is a bar, similar to a footrest that runs along the baseboard on the wall behind the toilet.
He looks around the floor as if he has lost something.
"Oh well" he says to himself. "Lie down on your back. Grab a hold of that bar, and don't let go."
He comes over to me; he stands above me with a leg on each side of my torso. I am staring directly up his cock.
"Well don't you look good. Normally you would be locked to that bar, but since I can't find my cuffs, you are going to pretend that you are cuffed to it. You got that?"
"Yes Sir."
His cock starts to rise. He turns around, switching his legs on either side of me. I can see his cock starting to get really hard.
"Well I am completely out of toilet paper, I might as well use the bidet I just installed today."
With that he starts to squat. His mammoth ass descends. I see his cheeks spread. His shit is making its way to my mouth. No fucking way. It's too late.
"I hear it cleans out real dirty asses without any problem."
I feel his paw grab my balls. He whacks my cock. Strangely I can tell by how my cock bounces that it is rock hard. Does that mean I want to eat his shit? I don't get it. I love his ass. But, can I? The pressure to my balls tells me that I need to.
I stick my tongue into the soft shit covering his hole. It feels like I am sticking my tongue into a soft serve ice cream. It tastes nasty. The release of my balls makes it a lot easier to continue.
"That tongue feels real good. I want to be clean, completely clean when you are done. In fact, I want my asshole to be so clean you could eat off of it."
I lick and the shit smears in different places. I lick there and it goes to another spot. His ass hair is not helping. I lick big licks. That helps. I lick for about ten minutes.
"Sir?" I know it's probably hard to hear as my mouth is on his hole.
"I didn't know bidets speak!" He stands up and off to my side. A precum drop hangs a few inches below his dick. He is really turned on by this.
He reaches behind and swipes a finger in his crack. Upon looking at it and smelling it, he proclaims, "This bidet works wonderfully. I think I will keep it." He smiles at me. "Hey faggot. You did a great job. So good, it is now officially yours. You will be my toilet paper going forward."
Fuck! I don't want that. Why can't he be normal, like the daddies I read from the Internet?
"When I first sat down, you didn't immediately start licking, which is what a good bitch does. You needed me to grab your balls. Explain."
There is no correct answer. "I don't know Sir. I don't like shit."
"Well that's irrelevant. You are not going to go far as my toilet paper if you don't like shit. Get up. I do need to punish you for not acting immediately. Get on your knees."
This all seems like it was an excuse to punish me. I am on my knees. He comes over to me and drags me to the toilet still filled with his shit.
He forcefully jams my head into the bowl. My face is inches from his turds.
"Boy you have to learn that my shit is gold to you. You are below my shit in the grand scheme of things. You have to realize that my shit is all. You will learn to love the way I produce it. When you hear me fart you will agree that it is the best smell in the world--that it doesn't even stink. Say it, `Your shit don't stink Sir.'"
"Your shit don't stink Sir."
"Louder"
"YOUR SHIT DON'T STINK SIR." I shout into the smelly shit in front of me.
"Reach out to the bar behind the toilet, the same one you held on to a few minutes ago."
I grab on.
I feel my asscheeks part, and a large object rubbing up to my hole. He's going to fuck me.
He rubs up and down. His pre-cum applies a large amount of lube.
"Hold on tight shithead. And do try to breathe."
He pushes inside of me. I scream into the shit.
"Shut the fuck up!" He grabs my head and plunges it into the water. There isn't much room in there. My submerged face smashes a turd or two onto the side. I have shit smeared on the right side of my face.
He continues to fuck me hard. His severe thrusts catch me off guard, causing my face to go back into the muck. After a few minutes my face and hair are wet and shitty.
His body tenses up. He pulls me back by my hair. I am out of the toilet bowl. He cums in my ass a second time today.
He drops me, causing me to fall to the floor.
"Clean yourself up. Don't touch the shit on your nose. You'll walk around for the rest of the day with my shit there. Clean yourself and the toilet up. You disgust me."
He leaves the bathroom leaving me to clean.
I walk over to the sink and run the hot water. I fill my hands with suds and start scrubbing my whole face. I want this shit off. Upon splashing my face with water, I realize that I just washed my nose.
Oh fuck! He told me not to wash my nose, and I did. I'll just go out there and tell him. No, am I nuts? What to do? The toilet. It still has shit in it.
I walk over to it and look inside. It is a mess. I start to reach in to get some shit to reapply to my face. But I can't. I can't do that. But then I can't not do it either.
I know what I have to do. I stick my two fingers into a pile and take some out. I apply it to the top and the sides of my nose.
"Don't forget to lick those fingers clean."
I look over and see Sgt Tate filling up the doorway. Without hesitating, I jam the fingers in my mouth. I suck them clean.
"Good bitch." He looks at my nose. "You missed a spot."
I pause for a tiny instant. I know he wants me to do it again. I bend over and shove my fingers into the mess.
"On the tip." I rub some shit on the end of my nose. I can see it out of the corner of my eye. "You know, how about a Hitler mustache?" I put some under my nose. I must look ridiculous.
"Good job. Suck your fingers clean. And clean the toilet. Make sure that there is not a speck of shit left over. I don't have a toilet brush, but I think your hands will do just fine."
How was I to wash with just my hands? The real toilet paper is there, but I don't even dare.
I give a flush to clear out the floaters. There really aren't many skid marks on the side. I start by rubbing the shit off. It actually comes off easily. I am done in no time.
I go out to see Sgt Tate on my computer.
"Make us some sandwiches. There's meat in the fridge. I want a turkey sandwich with all the fixings. You are to have two slices of turkey on white bread. No mayo, no mustard. Nothing."
I silently make us some sandwiches.
"I see you are into bondage." Sgt Tate is on my favorite bondage page. It is full of hot men tying up boys in extreme poses and fucking them. "I will keep that in mind."
I bring both our sandwiches. Setting his sandwich next to him, I see what he is looking at. It is a fully clothed daddy with work boots on a couch drinking a beer. His boy is on the floor with his cock under the daddy's boots. It is obvious that the boots are crushing the boy's cock and balls. This is one of my favorite sites. I envy the boy. He writes about how much he loves serving his daddy.
"Give me your sandwich." I hand him the sandwich. "Sit at my foot and spread your legs."
I do, and he firmly places his giant foot on my cock and balls. He shows no mercy while crushing my cock into the carpet. My balls thankfully are under his toes and don't have to deal with as much pressure.
He takes off one of the slices of bread. "You really shouldn't have to eat this dry." He leans forward and wipes some of the shit off of my face using the slice of bread. He puts it back on my sandwich. After flipping over the sandwich, he takes the other slice of bread and does the same. I don't know how my face looks.
He hands me the sandwich. "Eat up boy."
I take the sandwich and bite into it. His foot grinds my cock. After taking a bite, Sgt Tate strokes his cock in his free hand. He is rock hard again.
I eat and don't really focus that I am eating his shit again.
We both finish our sandwiches at the same time. His cock is leaking. Swiping it up on his finger, he jams that finger into my mouth. Delicious. I close my eyes and savor both his pre-cum and his finger in my mouth.
"There's more where that came from. But let's go for a swim."
Sgt Tate stands up. "Get up." My cock is still trapped under his massive foot. I slowly pull my cock out as if I was withdrawing my cock from a tight ass.
He walks out of lodge buck-naked--not even concerned about his nakedness. I know it is his property, but his confidence is quite sexy.
I follow him, but not before I hesitate at the door. It does feel refreshing not to care about clothes. My cock bounces side by side.
He is about twenty feet ahead. That ass is perfect. With every step, I drool.
I run up to him, and kiss him on the ass before he realizes I am there. He playfully laughs.
"There will be plenty of time for you to kiss it later. I want to swim."
The pace of his footsteps does not change from when he left the lodge to his entry into the water. I join him. We swim for a long time.
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We swim and walk along the coast of the lake. It was very liberating being with this incredibly hot man naked all day enjoying nature.
Upon returning to the lodge, I prepare dinner. Sgt Tate spends his time on the Internet, but this time on his computer. I clean up the kitchen, while Sgt Tate makes some calls.
This part of the evening is pretty much devoid of any interaction apart from me asking for permission to piss and shit. The only sexual interaction is Sgt Tate pissing down my throat.
At about eight o'clock, Sgt Tate calls me into the living room. He has a porn video on. It is a boy tied down to a sawhorse. Two masters are whipping the boy to the point of bleeding. One master is naked and the other has camouflage pants on. The one wearing the pants has an enormous tattoo of a bulldog on his left shoulder.
I look at Sgt Tate. He is lying on the couch. Turning on his side, he taps a space on the couch. "Come lie with me."
I smile, and crawl into his arms. I am truly happy feeling his body behind me with his leg and arm draped over me. Even though I have gone through a lot at the hand of this man, I feel completely safe.
"So, boy, what's on your mind right now?"
Wow, I wasn't expecting him to really care. Up until now, he has been focused on his needs.
"I am just thinking how happy I am."
"Really? You are happy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Even though I have beat you, skull fucked you, impaled you on my cock, made you consume every drop of my piss, and had you clean out my asshole?"
"Well, now that you mention it." I nervously laugh. "Actually Sir, I am happy. You have spent more time with me than my dad has done. I always feel like a fifth wheel when I am around him. Even on this trip, I did not feel I belonged, until you had me suck you off. This is the first time I have been alone with another man for more than fifteen minutes."
"Interesting. What do you think of the video on the screen?" Now the boy is begging to suck the naked daddy's cock.
"It turns me on." I feel his hand grip my cock. It starts to get hard in his hands. "I don't care for the whipping. But I like the fact that right after they whip him, he wants to suck on them."
I feel Sgt Tate's cock growing behind me. It naturally finds my crack.
"Do you think he liked being caned?"
"No Sir."
"Then why do you think he wanted to blow the masters?"
"Because he wants them to stop whipping him?"
"No, he knows that if they have stopped that he should be ready to offer other forms of pleasure. He exists for their pleasure. He is born to suffer and serve. And he does both so well."
"Do you know him?"
"Look at the room this is filmed in." I look in the background. It has the same structure as my locked room.
"Is that my room Sir?"
"It was your room. But yes it was filmed in there a few years ago. The naked Marine top is a friend of mine. That boy is his slave. He would do anything for his Master. He has been trained to do whatever his master says without question. The other one is a one sadistic bastard."
"Wow."
"That mindset is so hard to find. Most faggots I pick up want to control me--to tell me what they want. Fuck that. I want that slave there."
"Are you thinking I am a slave?"
He laughs. "Boy, you have some balls there." He squeezes them real hard. "No, you have some things you need to get over--things that I don't think you can get over."
I lay there not knowing what he is talking about, but deep down I know that he is probably right.
"But I will tell you this again, you have gone farther than any other I have had."
"Really?"
"Some fags bailed after the beating. Those that stayed ran away after licking my dirty hole. But even though you did what you did today, you could not be a slave to me. I'm pissed off, you had so much potential."
"Why? I want to be a slave."
"Could you be one? You don't even really know what that means? Could you do something without hesitating, without second guessing your order?"
"Yes Sir."
"Would you take a beating like that and then actually want to blow the men who beat you that way?"
"I think so Sir. You beat me today, and I want to still please you."
"But you told me that you couldn't take it anymore."
"I know Sir. But I know now that you are looking for a slave."
"I don't know. I tell you what. Tomorrow through Sunday we are going on a little excursion. If you are serious about being a slave, you can demonstrate it on this trip. Would you be willing for me to evaluate you?"
"Yes Sir."
"It is done." He pushed me off the couch. His tone went from nurturing to Drill Instructor. "Faggot get your ass over to the dining table and bend over it."
I raced over to the table and bent over. Sgt Tate puts a pen and paper in front of me. He strokes his cock.
"Faggot, you need to know what is ahead of you. I told you earlier in bed, but now I want you to really understand. You will be expected to do things without question. You will write down what I tell you. By writing it down, you agree to it. At the end you will sign it. It will be your contract to me. Do you understand shithead?"
A contract? I read about them on the leather daddy sites I visit. "Yes Sir."
I start to get up from the table. "What the fuck faggot! Not one second after saying `Yes Sir' you are already disobeying me."
"I'm sorry Sir."
"Again, another fuckup! That's two in five seconds. Yes you are sorry, but stating the obvious when no one needs to hear your shitty voice is really presumptive." He leaves the table. After a few seconds later he's back with the belt from this morning.
WHACK! It hurts more than before.
WHACK!
WHACK! He is not stopping between the strikes.
He continues while I focus on remaining still. I know he is hard with every stroke.
After a few minutes of continual strikes, my back and ass throb in pain.
"Pick up that pen."
I do and I am about to write. As soon as the pen hits the paper, I feel his cock shoved into my ass. He buries it to the hilt. I scream.
"Write what I tell you. I Lennox Stevens give complete control and ownership of my body and soul to Lennox Tate for his pleasure and service as he sees fit to use me and abuse me for his pleasure. I do not have a right to tell him No' on anything. He is my master and I am his slave.' Repeat that back to me."
I repeat it as best I can with him thrusting in and out of without mercy.
He continues, "`I understand that I am a piece of shit, a faggot, a nothing, and with his guidance and his merciless discipline, I will become his total property worthy of his presence.
"'I will be at his call as he sees fit. I will not question any order, and I will perform that order without question. I will not speak unless my Master indicates I can.'"
He is slamming his cock into my hole. It is hard to concentrate on writing and focusing on his words with his cock battering my hole.
"'My daily duties include all service of my Master. I will ensure that he is clean and well groomed. I will consume all his piss. I will eat his shit.'"
I immediately stop writing and look over my shoulder. As soon as I catch his eyes, I know I did something wrong.
"Oh hell no! You mother fucking bastard. Now you are going to do this?"
"I'm sor-" I stop and turn back to my contract. But the damage is done.
Sgt Tate stops fucking me, his cock is still buried in me.
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "Listen here you stupid little faggot. I'm getting tired of your little games. You have been all over me since we got here. You begged me to piss in your throat. You get it, and you're in pig heaven. You can't get enough of it. I have you eat my ass, and you go to town eating for twenty minutes. You tell me that you are saving your cunt for another man, but you can't seem to get enough of my cock in you. I tell you that you are going to eat my shit, and you balk. This is after you just get done telling me that you will obey me without question. And! You clean off my cock fresh from fucking your asshole, you inhale my farts like you would a dozen roses, you eat my shit left on my asshole, you lick your shit-covered fingers, and you eat a shit sandwich. And you have an issue with eating my shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't fucking answer that. We don't have the time to list out everything."
I have been panting in this position with my back arched as a result of his cock still imbedded in my ass and his pulling my hair back. I don't know what to do here.
"I don't care what stupid reasons are. They're irrelevant. You are going to eat my shit tomorrow. It is settled."
"Sir?"
"The next words out of your mouth better be `Sir I don't deserve to, but I want to eat your shit.'"
I give in and look down, "Sir I don't deserve to, but I need to eat your shit." Sgt smiles, probably because of the fact I said need' and not want'.
"Freudian slip?"
The phone rings.
"Don't fucking move."
Sgt Tate pulls out of my ass. I start farting.
"Just like a woman you queef." He laughs. "Hello. Well hello Jack!"
My dad always calls interrupts in the middle of things. Sarge comes back to the table and puts the handset on the table next to my head. He hits the speakerphone.
My dad is in mid sentence, " . . . got to the hospital in time. Junior was beside himself. It's a boy--pretty little thing. They haven't named him yet. Junior doesn't want to call him Paul the third. He wants a different name."
While my dad talks, Sgt Tate points to his cock. I haven't moved since Sarge pulled out, but at this point I slide over to him. I see his cock caked in what has to be my shit. He grabs me by the hair.
"I would suggest Lennox." Sgt Tate chuckles. I have his cock slide into my mouth and down my throat--with my dad on the phone!
"Funny. I'll suggest that to Paul Senior. He'll get a kick out of it."
"Tell him that it's an order."
"Will do." My dad's tone changes. "Speaking of Lennox, how's the boy doing?"
There is some of my shit at the base of his cock. He points to it. "He's full of shit. He's a complete mess." What the fuck? Hello! I'm right here. I can hear the conversation at the same time I am getting my throat fucked. My brain can't process this.
"Shit! Sarge, what will I do with him?"
"I've only had him for one day. I'll get him where I think he needs to be. We're in the process of setting up a list of rules for him to follow. And I will hold him to it. Or there will be hell to pay."
"Good! He needs discipline. Marine discipline!"
"Oh yes he does. And I am giving it to him." Sgt Tate thrusts his cock deep into me causing me to gag.
"You have my permission Sarge; you don't have to spare the rod."
Before I pull off of Sgt Tate's cock in order to shout out at my dad, Sgt Tate accurately predicts my reaction and firmly holds my head impaled on his cock.
"I haven't BEEN sparing the rod."
"Has he mouthed off?"
"It didn't take ten minutes since you left before he couldn't control his mouth."
"Fuck. What did you do?"
"I took my belt to him right on the front porch."
"Good. I should have done it a long time ago." I don't know how much longer. Sgt Tate is toying with me. I should just ignore it and focus on the blowjob at hand.
"I took away his laptop."
"Wow. It had to be done. How did you do that?"
"I asked him for his password and then I changed it. If he wants it, he will have to earn the right back." I can hear my dad laughing. "Right now, he is a long way off."
"What's he doing now?"
Sgt Tate looks down into my eyes as I bob up and down on his cock. "He's cleaning up the shit he left behind." Nope. No matter how hard I try, I can't ignore their conversation.
"It sounds like you have everything under control. Can I talk to him?"
"Sure. Hold on for a moment. He's putting something in his stomach. Let me see if I could pull him away."
He uses my hair to pull me away from his cock and get me into a standing position.
He kisses me firmly. His tongue fucks my mouth for about a minute then concludes with, "Your dad is on the phone."
"Hey son."
"Hi Dad." Sgt Tate turns me around, bends me back into my fuck position, and fucks me.
"Listen. I'm sorry that I had to race out of there so quickly."
"It's alright." Those are the only two words I could say with Sgt Tate pounding my hole.
"Is Sgt Tate taking care of you?" Now is my chance to tell him to pick me up. The Sarge slows his fucking pace.
"I'm fine." I couldn't say anything else. He wouldn't have believed me.
"You don't give him any sass boy. You listen to him. You follow his words like they are orders."
"Sarge! You still there?"
"Yeah Jack?"
"Don't take any shit from my boy."
I decide to play this word game. "Dad, don't worry." I look at Sgt Tate. "Something tells me that for the next week or so, that I will be the recipient of all of Sgt Tate's shit."
For the first time in my visit, Sgt Tate grinned and even showed some teeth.
"You behave boy. I'll talk to you later. Bye Sarge."
"Bye." The Sarge hangs up the phone. "Boy, let me tell you, that was good."
He stops fucking me in order to stand me up. "Thank you Sir."
"But do you mean it? You will take all my shit?"
I close my eyes and say, "Yes Sir."
Now he is really grinning. I have never seen him happy like this. "Let's go to bed. We have a big day ahead. We are going into town tomorrow to buy some items."
Bed sounds wonderful. But, my room is locked. "Sir?"
"Yes boy?"
"My room is still locked."
"Fuck that room. You will be sleeping with me." Now it was my turn to smile.
"Turn out the lights and meet me in our bed."
Now I am giddy. I race through the house turning off the lights. I leave my contract on the table.
I join Sgt Tate in bed. I get between the covers and he climbs on top of me. He spreads my legs and then proceeds to fuck me missionary style. He kisses me while fucking me.
I am in heaven again. I don't want this moment to end. But the Sarge ends it by dumping a load up my ass. He rolls off. Without his prompting, I go down on him to clean off his cock.
"Atta boy!" He passes out.
I crawl up next to him grinning in his sleep. He rolls over draping his body over mine. Under his weight, I cannot move.
For thirty minutes I am laying there trying to sleep.
Thoughts run through my head. It is his grin that I keep recalling.
I am the cause of it. Something I said got him going. I am controlling the situation. For the first time, I am dictating what is going on here. I am the one with the power now.
And all I had to do is . . . agree to eat all his shit. Fuck!
What kind of power is that?
What the hell am I thinking?