I Hate My Master Ch. 25

Warning: This story contains scene of non consensual sex

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More faggy clothes. I had to go to work dressed up in the crap Timmy had picked out. Lavender shirt. I had a fucking Lavender shirt. My orders were in place, so I had to wear it. More looks and snickering. I was losing it at work. I got a snide comment from my boss that worried me, but my humiliation was too great to really fix things.

After my cocksucking lessons, I had to go to the grocery store for supplies. As I put them in my car I saw Zane approach me. Exactly what I needed. "Well, look what we have here. Showing off a bit, are you peacock?" I heard the contempt in his voice.

"Fuck off." I shot at him. I didn't need him around me.

"You're the one that looks like you need a good fucking. Ready to put your legs in the air for any man who comes by with a big dick."

"I said fuck off." I rushed my groceries, I wanted to get away from him. I'd get punished if I was late getting back to Chris. I put the last of the bags in the car and considered just leaving the cart where it was so I could get out of here. With the taste of cum in my mouth, dressed like this and Chris waiting, I needed to go.

"Now, Marky, don't be a bitch, admit you want a big dick."

I didn't know what happened, my arms went to my sides, I turned to face Zane and the world seemed unfocused. "I want a big dick." My voice was monotone. What was happening? Why had I said that?

Zane seemed to trip on his tongue in shock. "Fuck, what?"

"I want a big dick."

"So you finally admit it? You're a faggot?"

"No but I must obey."

Zane let out a loud laugh. "Say you want a big dick again."

"I want a big dick."

"You want my big dick"

"Yes, Sir, I want your big dick." I couldn't move, only answer his question.

"Louder."

I shouted "I want your big dick."

Zane laughed. "Hop on one foot and pat your head."

"Yes Sir." I started doing the stupid trick. Zane chuckled.

"Oh, fuck, this is fun. Shake your booty."

"Yes Sir." I tried to shake my ass while hopping on one foot, and I fell down. Zane started to say something but I scrambled up and tried to hop, pat, and shake all at once again. I didn't do any better, and fell again.

Through his laughter, Zane said "Forget it, you can't do it." He looked at me, as I stood at a loose attention.

"Let me see your dick."

"Yes, Sir." My hands opened my pants on their own, showing my junk and still-colored pubes. I couldn't see anyone who could see us right now. But here I was exposing myself in a public parking lot.

"Damn are you always obedient in parking lots like this?"

"No, Sir. You found the trigger phrase, I must obey." Fucking Chris. This was something else he did to me. Now I was standing here out in the open and I knew there was nothing I could do to resist anything Zane was going to want from me. My dick was out for the world to see.

"Follow me bitch, I'm going to use this new power over you." After a pause and a few steps, he added "Pull up your pants, dumbass."

"Yes, Sir." I followed as he headed back to his car, leaving my car unlocked. I was trapped in my head unable to say anything. I was screaming in my head. This was going to be bad, so bad.

"Get in." Zane snapped his fingers at the car he unlocked with the fob on his key.

"Yes, Sir." My voice flat, I moved like a robot.

As he started his car, Zane ordered me "Open your pants and squeeze your balls hard."

"Yes, Sir." My hands went on their own to undo my pants and deliver the pain. Fuck that hurt. But I couldn't make a sound. Not even twist in the pain.

"Harder. Harder." Zane kept ordering me, and I had to obey. I have muscles and no will of my own it seems, and the pain was making my vision go white. The hurt became so great I let a grunt out. Zane laughed. "Damn you are under. This is great." He didn't make me squeeze harder, but did not let me release. When he pulled into a driveway the bump caused more groans from me. "Get out, keep that grip on your balls."

"Yes, Sir." It was so hard to get out and walk, hurt as my grip on my balls was painful. My legs shook and I could barely move them. Zane was still laughing at me.

Inside, Zane flopped on a sofa and ordered me to stand in front of him. "Twist your balls."

"Yes, Sirrraarrrgh." Lighting flashed in my eyes and I had to bend forward as I obeyed. I was helpless in front of him, as he laughed and enjoyed my predicament. Fuck, if he'd only pick some other way to torture me, I could get some relief. My balls, my poor balls. But no, he sat there and reveled in it.

He was in no rush, why would he be? I was the one in pain. "Let go and get hard."

"Yes Sir." I was moving like a robot. My hand went up my entire length and back. I stared straight ahead. I realized I didn't have a choice even where I looked. I didn't notice when I was in pain, but now I realized I was unable to look wherever I wanted. This could be some sort of robot mode. That sounded like something Chris would do to me. Not that there was much he wouldn't do me.

Zane got up, leaving somewhere and returning with a beer. I was still jerking my dick. "I wonder how much I can make you do. Someone fucked over your head good. I don't know if it was something I said or the universe making it right, but I'm not going to complain. Get on your knees."

I dropped with a "Yes, Sir." Zane walked around me, pulled my pants down and I heard the all-too familiar sound of his pants opening. He was going to fuck me. I got fucked all the time, and now it was going to be Zane. I knew he wouldn't keep quiet about this at work. I was fucked there as well. He pushed me down and I felt his cock at my hole. Then in me. He shoved in an inch or so before he pulled out and headed somewhere. A few moments later the reason was clear. He had gotten lube. He had a better time getting in.

Once in, he rode me hard. It was a grunge fuck, Zane had me taking his cock and unable to resist any of his commands. He had to feel like the king of the world. I was the pussy getting railed, and it was all too frequent. All these guys got to take their aggression out on me, and I was the one one who ended up with a sore hole and a busted ego. I was looking down at the carpet moving under my head since my eyes would not move. I was stuck screaming in my mind. And my dick was hard. At this point, I didn't know if it was Zane's command or Chris's making me hard when I was used. Fuck my life.

There was his hand. He was spanking me as he fucked me. He was getting all his anger out on me. I was a tool again. A fuckpuppet. A sex robot. How many men would Chris have fuck me? It never seemed to end. Zane hurt my ass. He was big, but everyone seemed so big when they had their pecker up my ass. He was shoving into me so vigorously that it felt like I was being torn apart. And I couldn't do anything about it. His dick was a weapon ravaging my ass.

From the sounds he was making, Zane was having the time of his life while raping my hole. He must be enjoying this to no end. I was being his fuckhole. And he was taking all his aggression out on me. He didn't even doubt any of this, he used me. It hurt, and he finally came.

He pulled out, I heard him take a couple of breaths, then I heard a new sound, was he getting naked now? No, he was belting me. I took the first strike and knew it was going to be bad. He struck me over and over again. Great, it wasn't only fucking he was going to take out on me, but punishment. My ass hurt. I know I was getting welts brought up as he passed the red stage and it stung like fuck. I couldn't move to try to protect myself. I had to take his anger on my ass as long as he wanted, and he wanted to go for a while. I was not going to be able to sit for a week. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't. I was stuck being a whipping post.

It fucking hurt. I could feel the heat coming off my ass as Zane wailed on me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. At last his arm got tired or something and he stopped. I thought the skin had been flayed off my body. "Kneel up, jerk your dick and cum." Zane went to flop down on his couch again.

"Yes, Sir." I raised up and started to beat off. He calmly sipped a beer. He had ordered me to cum, so I did fairly quickly. It was an order, so my body obeyed it without question. My lungs did breath deeper, but no other indication. I couldn't groan or anything.

"Do it again. Keep doing it until I say stop."

"Yes, Sir." Fuck. My dick was sensitive since I just came, but my hand didn't care, I was acting like a robot, so it stroked up and down in blind obedience to Zane's command. And it was going to hurt more and more until he let me stop. I still couldn't move even my eyes without him ordering me. I was ramrod straight up on my knees, staring straight ahead with only my right arm moving mechanically trying to get another cum out of my abused dick. Chris had fucked me up good.

Chris. Fucking Chris. Not only had he done this to me, but by now he had to be wondering where I was. And when I did get back, he'd punish me even if it was his fault I was in this mess. And he would. He loved punishing me. I came again and my hand didn't stop since my orders were to keep going. Fuck me I was fucked. Zane got another beer.

I kept on. My dick felt like it was on fire. I wanted to cry out in pain but I couldn't. My screams echoed in my own head alone. Apparently this control of me kept Zane heated up as he stood and shoved his dick in my mouth. "Suck" he ordered and I did, still pumping my dick. I could taste my ass, and I hated that I could identify it. I had to suck the best I could, more programming from Chris. Zane was enjoying it all. I was stiff as a board, unable to react. And for fucking Zane. I decided I hated him now. I had made him look bad at work because it was possible, now he was getting his revenge.

Zane's cum shot down my throat, and he fell back on the couch grabbing his beer. My mechanical body kept jacking my dick. I came again which caused Zane to laugh at what must have been a pitiful dripple. No stopping, I was not allowed to stop my own body. Zane watched me with a superior smirk on his face. I and my dick were exhausted, Not that it mattered. It took a while and I mentally wilted under his gaze, it was humiliating.

It was bad, but my next cum was dry, and that hurts a whole different way. It was not helping that Zane was laughing at me. Shit. I was in his hands entirely. And I had no idea how long.

My blank action kept him amused and no matter how excruciatingly painful it was, I was still jerking. My dick felt like I had pulled the skin off, but my hand kept going over it. I hurt so much. And my ass was still on fire, how was it that my dick was in so much pain my ass wasn't my primary concern.

I was in pain and humbled at my situation when another dry cum actually forced a groan out of me. Zane held his sides as he laughed, I had no choice but to continue beating my meat. The pain got worse.

Suddenly, my body stood up, I was shocked, and so was Zane, who moved forward. I found my clothes and pulled out my phone showing the time exactly at 9:00pm, then hitting the screen to dial Chris. I wasn't in control of my actions. As the phone rang, Zane got up and came to stand next to me.

"Where are you bitch?" Chris answered roughly.

"Trigger executed. I am under control." I answered mechanically.

Chris's laugh came over the line. "Who's there?"

"Zane has control of me. We work together." I still sounded flat.

"Zane, Zane talk to me, are you enjoying my slave?" Chris asked.

"Yo, sure am. Don't know how I did it, but he's like a sex robot." Zane laughed.

"Trigger phrases. I thought it would be fun if someone stumbled on it. Where'd you find him?" Chris still had a laugh in his voice.

"Parking lot of a grocery store. Let me tell you, Mark is one hell of a dick. He's been paying for that."

"He is a dick. Do whatever you want to him. Send him back to me tomorrow. If you enjoy using him, I'll let you play more with him."

"Nice, I bet he'll be less of a dick to me from now on."

"Oh that's for sure."

"Fuck, I made him leave his car in the parking lot."

They both laughed. "How far away?" Chris asked.

"About 2 miles." Zane replied.

"Make him run to get it, in just his underwear." Chris suggested.

"You heard him." Zane said, taking the phone from my hand.

"Yes, Sir." I quickly found my underwear and put it on. Fuck, the pressure of the fabric pressmed on my so sore dick. I'd rather be naked for the sake of my dick, but I did not want to be running naked. There was no good answer for me. I grabbed my keys. Not having orders for shoes, I turned to the door and headed out. I heard Zane start to describe what he had done to me. As soon as I got out the door, I started running. I'm glad it was dark. My feet hit the concrete of the walk and I was glad the neighborhood didn't have a lot of streetlights. I tried to tell if I could hide if someone saw me, but nothing. I was running at a good rate, naked except for the black bikini briefs that had been laid out for me this morning. I was as good as naked, but it would keep me from being thrown in jail. Hopefully.

The concrete hurt my feet, but there was nothing I could do, I was under orders. My ass was red from the beating Zane had given me. This was humiliating.

Shit, someone else turned the corner and headed my way. Another runner. I could tell he was shocked when his steps fumbled. I couldn't change course or shout out anything. We passed each other and he tried to greet me, but I couldn't respond, being on single-minded mode, with a goal of getting to my car. I knew I was blushing all over. It was only going to get worse.

I got closer to the store my car was at, there was more traffic, and I knew everyone could see me exposed like this. I got some honks. I tried to run faster since my body was not letting me try to avoid crowds. That had no result either. I was stuck in whatever demonic commands Chris had put in my brain. I was fucked. More people could see me now. At least I was in good shape, with luck, people would think I had lost a bet or something. Damn I hated being stuck like this. I was glad my dick wasn't hard with all the exertion I was making.

My face was as red as my ass, I'm sure of it. I could see people watching me, turning to check me out, to leer at my sweat-drenched body. I couldn't even turn my head, I couldn't glance around so I was spared seeing more but I was sure they were there. I couldn't do anything. At last I was in the parking lot, my goal almost in reach. More lights, there was no hiding now. I was on full display under bright lights in my bikini briefs. A group of teenagers shouted at me, making rude gestures. I would have humiliated anyone I saw doing what I was doing. In my head I cringed. Shit. Nothing was hidden. I was totally exposed. The bikini briefs didn't hide anything. For all intents and purposes, I was a naked man. Because fucking Chris set me up to be screwed over by fucking Zane.

I couldn't go faster. I couldn't do anything but go straight to my car. I couldn't even flip them off. It was unlocked. I slid in but didn't have the satisfaction of taking a deep breath. I could look around to drive properly. And I had to go back to Zane's for whatever he wanted to do to me. I had no choice at all.

I went straight back to Zane's, with the jerky, robotic movements I approached his door, knowing more horrors were waiting for me.

Raging in my head I walked into Zane's house. Stiff, robotic. Zane had an evil smile on his face "Get those panties off."

"Yes Sir." I stripped them off. Zane snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him, lifting his feet. Great, I was going to be a footstool.

"Footstool. Now."

"Yes Sir." I hadn't moved when he snapped his fingers. I guess this mode required verbal commands. Like that helped. I got in place and waited. I could not move a muscle. Zane would occasionally use his foot against my face or balls. I could tell he was waiting for something.

The doorbell rang. "Crawl to answer it. Kiss the feet of my guest."

"Yes Sir." I moved mechanically. Zane had planned to show me off. Great, I wasn't surprised or thrilled. At the door my arm reached up and opened. I couldn't look up, all I saw was the shoes and bent to kiss them.

"Shit Zane, he is all slave like." This new guy was laughing.

"Yeah, totally under. Acts like a dumbass robot. Get on his back and ride him in."

"Fuck yea." The new guy swung a leg over and plopped on my back. "Giddy-up horsey!" I obeyed stiff-limbed. He stayed on my back, kicking his heels on my thighs. Zane busted into laughter joining this new guy. I brought him to the couch and he got off, flopping down.

"Watch this." Zane said to his buddy. "Bark like a dog."

"Woof. Woof. Woof." I started barking. I couldn't stop. I had to obey orders. I sounded mechanical even doing this. They rolled in laughter. I kept on humiliating myself. I heard the new guy ask if he could feel me up, and the answer was naturally yes.

I was on my hands and knees, frozen in place since I didn't have other orders and looking up. He went right for my cock and balls. Of course he went right for my cock and balls. He manhandled them, stroked me. Squeezed my already agonizing balls. My body was available to anyone Chris wanted to give it to. I couldn't move, couldn't react. I hated it.

He squeezed my ass cheeks. Then squeezed my asshole. It was weird. Fingers on either side, he brought them together to squeeze my hole. It was crazy. What was this guy doing? Zane laughed harder when he figured out what was happening. I was an object for them to amuse themselves.

I had to take it. The new guy landed a smack on my ass. "Go, ahead, fuck him."

"I'm not hard yet. Not all the way."

"Suck my buddy."

"Yes Sir." I turned as Buddy undid his pants. My mouth opened as he targeted it and I started my work. He was getting a great blow job. Better than I ever got. All my lessons had turned me into a great cocksucker. Fuck. Was I feeling pride in being a good cocksucker? I couldn't, I fucking couldn't feel that. It didn't take him long to get rock hard. He moved around to now target my ass. Like I needed yet another dick in me.

I couldn't react to the invasion. This stupid robot mode Chris had me in kept me from grimacing. I had to stare at Zane who was gloating so much I thought he would burst. I was being fucked by some stranger while on my hands and knees in front of him and I was completely at his mercy. Nothing I could do to stop anything. I was stuck. I was fucked, figuratively and literally.

I was fucked like a cheap whore. The only difference is whores get paid. I was offering it up free all over town. I was getting railed. Zane got up and said something I couldn't make out. Zane moved away and Buddy pulled out. I stayed in place.

"Turn around, get over his dick and put it in your ass."

"Yes Sir." I crawled around to see Buddy had laid back on the floor, hands behind his head. I finally got to see what he looked like. He had a grin that revealed he knew I was screwed. I got over him, lifted up, put my hands behind me and guided his dick into me. A further indignity. I was having to put his dick into me by my own actions. It was horrible.

"Fuck yourself on him." Zane made it worse. I did as instructed, and rode his pole up and down. This was worse. So much worse. I was the opposite of a fucking machine, not giving it, taking it. Up and down like a, like a... whatever that was. Zane walked around, lording over me. Must feel really great getting his revenge on me this way. I was unable to resist or do anything but whatever he wanted.

"Stop about half way down his cock."