Gym Buddy

   My buddy Rick owns the fucking gym. So it was no problem to close it for "a private party."  He invited about thirty guys he knows from his cycle club and from the s/m bars around town. They were all there waiting for Chad when we arrived.  Chad was pretty fucking disoriented. He had had too much abuse slammed onto him for one day. But the fun was just starting. 

   While we drove to the gym, Rick in the back seat, had Chad lower his front seat until he was almost lying back as in a dentist's chair. He had his bare feet up on the dashboard. He also had a nice thick rubber dick up his ass you will remember. He was coming along nicely. With Chad's seat reclined, Rick would lean over Cha's face and tell him to keep his mouth wide open. Then he would spit into the kid's mouth over and over until Chad's mouth was filled with a lake of spit. Then he would order the boy to swallow. Then he held Chad's face real still and let a long string of piss hang from his mouth and go right into Chad's nostrils. He wanted the little cunt to be smelling and tasting his manhood.  Rick is a no nonsense dude. Maybe even rougher on a boy than I am. 

    When we pulled into the parking lot, Chad stiffened. "Please oh please for the love of God, don't make me go into the gym dressed like this. Everyone will think I am a faggot!"  

     I laughed and ruffled his hair. "Everybody already thinks you are a faggot, because we told them you were. The gym is closed to the public tonight, so you don't need to worry. It's just us and some friends. Now be a good little cocksucker and hop  out of the car. Make me proud."  

      There he stood in the parking lot in his string pouch, looking miserable. I put one arm around his shoulder like he was my girlfriend and walked him to the gym.  They were ready for us all right. The beer was flowing and the guys were standing around in only jock straps or tight gym shorts. Turns out there were twenty eight of them. They cheered when we walked our little pussy boy into the gym. Chad could hardly breath. He kept making ragged little gutteral sounds in his throat, like a little boy who has cried so hard, he can't quite stop. The guys applauded Chad's nice outfit. 

     "Look at the fucking faggot!" One guy yelled and the others roared with laughter and echoed him

      Chad did a really stupid thing. He broke away from me and ran toward the guys. "Somebody help me please. They forced me to do this. I am not gay. Please, somebody help me!"  He fell onto his knees halfway across the room. One of our gym buddies who like most of them was barefoot, hauled back and kicked Chad right in the face. It wasn't hard enough to break his nose or anything, but it was hard enough to lay him out.  I was over him in an instant. 

     "You have embarrassed me in front of my friends, Chad. You will be severely punished for that. You will be sorry. Very sorry. You will never ever cross me or embarrass me again. Don't you think I want to be proud of my new boyfriend? Or should I say, girlfriend? I'm still not sure. Now Chad. listen and listen good. The guys here are going to take the next two hours to work out. It's totally free tonight, all on Rick. The only difference from the usual gym practice is that there is an open bar with hard liquor and beer. That and the guys will be working out wearing only their jockstraps. Your job during the next two hours is to crawl, I repeat, crawl from dude to dude and bet them to let you lick out their sweaty assholes. You know how stinking asses get when guys work out. The sweat just drips from the ass crack and the hole itself. Well, I want you to crawl around and offer to lick those sweaty stinking assholes clean. There are twenty-eight guys here. That's twenty-eight asses for you to lick and suck. And you better do a first class job on every single one."

      The guys cheered, and some of the prick pouches were already straining with huge erections. Rick had only invited guys with over seven inches to the party. You can imagine what that meant for little Chad.

      I stripped down to my jock strap as did Rick. We had a glass of wine and watched our friends work up a good sweat doing their sets. These guys took working out seriously and they were ripped as hell. Soon the room stank of male sweat, and it was time for Chad to go to work. 

     I paid close attention as he approached the first three or four guys, to make sure he was doing a good job. Later, he would be on his own. 

      He crawled with his ass up and the dildo sticking out of his hole. He arched his back as I had taught him and kept his legs apart so his balls swung when he crawled. He was learning. Now if I could just break that stubborn streak of resistance in him. He still thought he had a right to his own thoughts and feelings. Still, it was only the first day. I suppose it takes a formerly straight college student a bit of time to adjust to the idea that he is a mindless cum hole! That he is to have no life at all, except to service dick! Most people, horny as they are at times, can never understand a life where your only thought is cock and balls. Where you have no other work, no other hobbies, no other interests. Only DICK!  You have to forget a lifetime of love and nurturing and become an animal whose only purpose is to serve your master and his fucking fuckmeat. But don't worry, I had ever intention of getting Chad to that point. I really was quite taken with him.

       "Please, Sir, may I lick your sweaty ass clean for you?" Chad had been instructed to ask each guy working out. We started out with some of our closest friends, who would get things going properly. 

       "What did you say, faggot, I couldn't hear you," Mike a really muscular buddy of mine asked, tensing his sweating gluts. Since the guys only wore jockstraps, their asses were naked and we could see the drops of sweat clinging to the ass hairs. 

       "Please, Sir may I lick..oh God...may I lick your sweaty ass clean for you." His was was shaking all over the place. 

       "Yeah, actually a nice ass suck would be good right about now. Rest your head back on the leather seat of this Universal gym and I'll just sit down right on your faggot face.

     Honest to God, my friends, the look on Chad's face was priceless. He rested his head on the seat of the equipment and Mike straddled the kid. Standing that way in his piss stained jock strap, pouch stretched to bursting, big grin on his face, Mike looked wonderful. The sweat from his hairy ass dripped onto Chad's face. 

     "Use your hands to spread the ass cheeks, Chad, so you can get way in there." I instructed. 

     "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" chad wailed as he spread the muscular ass globes and more stinking sweat dripped down onto his face. 

     "Lick up and down the drack to catch all the sweat. Then suck the ass hairs so you get them nice and clean. And then go to work on the asshole itself First lick all around the pucker. Then suck on the asspucker. Then stick your tongue as deeply as you can up into the rectum! Then wiggle your tongue and fuck it in and out of the rectum. Then suck hard on the ass while you tongue the rectum. Anybody complains, and you are in deep shit."

      And so it went. Chad went from muscle boy to muscle boy, sucking ass. It took quite some time, but none of us were in a hurry. 

     "Take notice Chad, how each ass tastes and smells differently. I am going to want you eventually to be able to identify one of my friends just by the taste of his ass." 

      "Hey, Pal, my pits are really rank. Can I have the faggot lick my armpits as well?" 

      "I don't see why not. Right Chad? After you finish with the asshole, give his pits a bath with your tongue. And include that from now on as part of your service." The taste of those assholes and pits must have been horrible if the smell was any indication. A few times, Chad broke down and said he could not continue. But Rick produced a taser and we soon had our boy back up to speed and with all the enthusiasm of a young pup. Chad was so intent on sucking ass in fact, that he seemed to forget entirely about the large rubber dick up his own ass. You see how quickly we adjust. He had been an ass virgin just that afternoon. 

      Well, eventually all the asses had been sucked,and Chad lay on a matt totally exhausted. His eyes were blurry and spit hung from his swollen lips. Sucking twenty-eight asses is no simple chore. Try it some time. 

      I held up an empty water bottle.  "Our boy Chad looks thirsty. We can't have him dry mouthed. The next activity is sucking jock strap pouches. I hope you boys all wore your filthiest jock straps tonight. But Chad needs a drink. Anybody want to help out? 

     A large sweaty African American took me up on the offer. I didn't know him, but he was a good friend of Ricks. He was six foot six and built like a fucking warhorse. He took the water bottle, then flipped aside the elastic pouch on his rank jock strap to reveal an eight inch flaccid dick. Several guys in the room audibly responded to the sight. Others just stared. 

    "Holy shit!" I said to Rick. 

    "Yes, George has a thirteen inch cunt buster when erect. I thought Chad might like that!" 

     "Oh my yes, I think that's going to be one of his best friends. I need to get to know George better!" 

     George held the water bottle under his massive fuckmeat and tensed and a heavy spray of dark piss filled the bottle. Some of the guys cheered, and George's black face lit up with a white toothed smile. He was quite a work of art. He was a fireman by profession, but he could have been a porno star. I guess, as a fireman, his hose could come in handy!  The bottle was filled to the top with very dark piss. George put the top on the bottle and handed it back to me. 

     "Sorry if my piss stinks bad, I was eating asparagus." 

     "No problem, George." I said, really wanting to get to know this dude better."That's quite a fucker you've got on you." 

     He looked down at his wrist thick dick and smiled a thick lipped smile. "Yeah, I been blessed. Got to be careful though. I can rip the boys' pussies so easy it ain't funny. Most of the time, guys refuse to take me." 

     "Well, I can assure you, once we get him broken in, you can have Chad's pussy any time you please. You just come on over anytime you feel the urge to fuck!" 

      Chad might have been asleep. He lay very still, covered with sweat. I kicked him gently. " Here Chad, baby. Something to drink. Drink this, you'll feel better." 

       With a shaking hand, Chad took the water bottle from me and put the straw to his lips. The first sip gave him quite a surprise. He coughed and gagged and spit onto the floor. I kicked him in the face. "Don't you dare spit any of that out. George went through all the trouble to make it for you. I want to see you drain every single drop from that bottle! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?" I was getting a bit upset with his continual resistance. What does it take to teach a boy that you do not spit up a man's piss. Jesus, it doesn't teak a Rhodes scholar to know that. A kid of fourteen can learn that. A kid of eleven can learn that. I know, I've taught them. 

    I am afraid I have always been something of a bully. When I was in high school, I would stop some little kid on the street, some kid of seven or eight, drag him into an alley and make him drink my piss. Just for the hell of it. When it comes to pissing in a mouth, it can't be too young for my taste. But Chad would do just fine. We watched him gulping down the stinking dark yellow piss. 

    "Don't chug it too fast, you'll get piss burps." Rick quipped. 

    "Hey, I got to piss too," a darkly handsome Latino guy said, stretching his muscles and rubbing his dick in his dirty yellow jockstrap. 

    "Tell you what," I announced. "Anybody who needs to piss. Piss in this large plastic pail. Then when Chad gets thirsty, he can have some of it. 

Chad's tight little tummy will soon be bloated with man piss. All finished, Chad. Good boy You see how well it goes when you just follow orders and don't make a fuss. We could all have so much fun, and it would be a lot easier on you, if you just got with the program. I don't like always hurting you. You know how much I like you. I've got a big old crush on you. But you make things so difficult."  Chad was hardly listening. Piss was running from his nose and lips. His eyes were unfocused. 

     "Come on, baby, stay alert! Time for your next chore. We can't allow you to sit around all lazy like. Now I want you to go from guy to guy and give each guy's jock strap pouch a nice suck. Most of these straps are stiff with piss and cum and sweat, so you should get lot's of flavor. I want you to get so good, you can suck on a dude's jock strap and tell to whom it belongs. Of course not tonight, tonight you are just getting your first taste. But within a few weeks or so. Look at all those hard pricks pushing out those elastic pouches. You are going to get a nice taste of dick too. But before you get to work. Boys' I think it's time we got Chad into something a bit more comfortable.  Chad come with me." 

     'Puh-lease, puh-lease don't do this to me. Puh-lease, let me....go. I'll be good. Please Sir, I can't take any more..." Chad burbled as he changed into his new outfit. I gave his nipples a good hard twist.

     "Make me proud, Chad! This is our first date. First dates are so important. Tell me, do you believe in fucking on the first date?' I lay him back on a bench and worked his nipples, actually pulling his body up off the wood by the tits alone. Before I was through with him, he would have teats like a pregnant bitch. " I mean if two people hit it off, and really like each other, like you and I do, do you think it's wrong to fuck on the first date? I mean, I probably should have you tested for HIV and stuff, just to play safe as modern couples are supposed to do. Even though you claim you are an ass virgin and straight. I mean you could be lying to attract me. So we both should be tested, just to prove we're clean, because I don't wear a condom when I fuck. But on the other hand, I think I should wait to have you tested after all twenty-eight of my friends have fucked you! They're all going to fuck you bareback too, and I hardly know some of them. Rick does. And I assume they are all clean. But you never know, do you. So, I'll have you tested after they all dump their loads up your pussy."

     "I'm not...I'm not...please don't...please...I'm..." The cute little shit wasn't even making sense any more. 

      And so he reappeared in the gym, hardly able to even walk, wearing his new costume, a black see through mesh jock strap like pouch. You could see his dick and balls clearly. His chest with his stretched red nipples heaved with the labor of each breath. 

      'Okay, Chad. the guys are going to sit around now and sip some beer and wine, and your job is to get those filthy jock straps clean as a whistle. Suck all the dried cum and piss and sweat out of those pouches" 

      "Start with me, Faggot, a very large hairy guy I didn't know shouted. "I ain't washed this jock strap in a year and a half." 

      "You heard the man, Chad. A perfect place to start."