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Chapter Thirty-three - A new routine and then some
i was ultimately led to another room off the dungeon. It contained a small cell with iron bars and a tiled shower area, sink and toilet in the opposite corner. i was told this space was mine for now, but another boi would soon be joining me, probably next week. i showered, the water was never hot, but not really cold either, and it was really just a rinse. i cleaned out my hole, brushed my teeth and then settled down on a rough cot with a simple little blanket in the cell. Pecs came in a forced my boi-dick into a chastity device for the night. Then, i was locked in, lights went off and i fell asleep with my ass on fire, completely exhausted.
An alarm in the cell woke me up Thursday morning. i shivered in the morning chill of the basement, but my boi-dick was piss hard. It strained mightily in the chastity device. With the alarm sounding, the door automatically unlocked. Pecs voice came across an intercom and ordered me to shower and clean out, then join Him upstairs for a quick bite, before the morning run.
Cuffs and collar were permanent fixtures, they clinked, clanged, and chimed constantly, metal rings against metal rivets. i showered in the cool water and did my best to dry off by wicking water off my body with the washcloth, standing under a heating vent. i made my way upstairs, slightly chilled, but ready for the day. On the door out of the basement was a sign with a collared boy walking upright with a big red circle and slash over it. No words were needed, bois crawled from here forward. i squatted down, reached up, opened the door, and respectfully crawled out.
Pecs was dressed in his running attire; flimsy poly-cotton shorts, boi-beater top and clean black runners. The shorts did little to conceal his big dangling cock. He handed me down a shake and a protein bar. The heat He radiated was awesome. He pulled me into His leg and i hugged it for warmth and comfort as W/we both ate quickly.
He ordered me to stand and present, i complied immediately. Standing with legs spread wide apart, hands locked behind my head, back slightly arched, chest out, chin up, eyes forward. Pecs slowly inspected me, running His big hands over my body and squeezing a muscle here and there.
"We're closing in the end of week two, boi, the body is responding well to the exercise. The holes are learning what real service is all about, the head is beginning to accept the true and only path forward. you're embracing your true nature, boi," He lectured. He unlocked the chastity cage and removed it, my boi-dick was instantly at attention. A lotion was applied to my balls and the wicked neoprene stretcher was worked over them, forcing them low in their sac. It took great control to hold as still as possible while my boi-balls were mashed and manipulated into the place He demanded of them.
"Not sure these balls are stretching well enough, boi. This weekend will be a long one," He forewarned, then He slapped my restrained nuts hard. i shuddered as i thanked Him and begged Him to make me the boi my Master required. i knew full-well what i was begging for; it was blinding pain. But, my heart ached at the thought of not being perfect in every way for my Master. A wicked smile came across Pecs face as He reassured me that one way or another, my Master would get low hangers.
Then, He led the way to the front door and i crawled behind Him. He handed me a new, skimpy, red nylon pair of gym shorts on the front porch along with new, clean trainers, sized perfectly. The thin material of the shorts left my hard cock exposed for the most part. i was sure my ass was exposed with every stride. Seconds after tying the last trainer tight, we were off. i realized that Pecs and Guns lived at the opposite end of a miles-long narrow city park from where my old apartment was. i'd entered their domain in the darkness of the van, always at night, almost always distracted by a painful butt plug in my ass.
In the crisp cool morning, i was hard and horny. i wanted to cum badly. With every step in the run, my cuffs jingled, my cock flopped, and my balls ached. At the entrance to the forested running trail, i dutifully dropped the gym shorts, handed them to Pecs and squatted besides Him awaiting orders. W/we jogged ahead, Pecs set a good pace. W/we passed a couple other Men running. Then, at some point, W/we turned off on a side path. Quickly, one Man was following.
At a semi-secluded clearing, my wrists were secured together behind my back. My legs were kicked far apart, and i was bent forward at the waist. The Man who followed us wasted no time lowering his running shorts and sweaty jock, and feeding me his meaty cock. While i serviced Him, Pecs found a small thin switch to whip me into perfect position as soon as the slightest sign of movement occurred.
i focused on the Man's pleasure and tried hard to put my own discomfort to the side. i obediently sucked His veiny cock, worked my tongue around the head and up-and-down the rigid tube of flesh. My boi-dick throbbed and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum. Pecs would occasionally grab and yank hard on my nuts, my legs would shake in agony until the sting of the switch would bring me to proper consciousness and focus. The cock in mouth erupted. At the first thick volley, the Man growled loudly, grabbed my head and forced his cock deep. i almost fell, but felt Pecs behind me holding me steady in formation. Not a drop of precious seed was wasted. i barely had time to properly clean His cock and thank Him, before another Man took His place.
"You Men always provide the best faggot service" the next Man said to Pecs as He shoved His chubby cock into my mouth hole. His hairy legs were solid muscle and His cock grew to a fat 8 inches almost immediately.
"Thanks, Steve. I like to think of it as our part of addition to the neighborhood's amenities" Pecs explained and They both laughed. The Man picked up His rhythm and fucked my face. Looking up at the Man, i could see Pecs was behind Him and worked His nips. Steve leaned back and They kissed, while He held my head in place and hammered my throat. He shot with an animalistic growl, muffled by Pecs' mouth as it closed over His in a wild passionate kiss.
Two more Men were orally-serviced before the run resumed. One was very rough and spit on me several times. He'd pull his cock out of my mouth and tilt my head up, demanding that i open. i'd obediently open my mouth and He'd spit in my throat, then abruptly shove His cock back in. i did my best to hold still and serve Him, employing every cock sucking technique i could imagine. He was not happy and continually called me a worthless faggot. Pecs seemed to let him have His way, whipping me with the switch occasionally. i think Pecs was chatting with the next Man more intently and not really watching me as closely as usual. In a way, i felt a little lonely - wanting all of Pecs attention.
All the Men in the park were fairly fast cummers. In all, Pecs and i probably only lost only about 30 minutes of run time. i swallowed three nice loads of salty Man-seed and wore one proud smeared across my face. i gratefully praised each Man for allowing me the pleasure of serving Him and His cock. Most rubbed my head and laughed, the rough Man slapped me hard across my sticky face. All expressed gratitude to Pecs. The rest of the run was uneventful. i focused on Pecs calves, and not my nakedness, as i ran behind Him.
Back at the house, i was allowed to wash Pecs and Guns in the massive shower in Their suite. It had at least six showerheads and was very open, like the gang shower in the gym. Both Masters pissed on me and allowed me to drink some piss straight from Their glorious taps. It was a great way to start a boi's day. i carefully toweled Them each off and then was allowed to use the wettest towel to dry myself.
A suit and shoes were laid out in the mud room off the garage for me. The cuffs were replaced with a watch with a wide leather band on one wrist and a simple black leather bracelet on the other. A chunky chain necklace replaced the collar. Guns held my arms tightly behind my back, while Pecs removed the ball-stretcher and encased my bio-dick in a new, very tight-fitting metal chastity device. The last addition to my control for the day was a small urethral insert that went a short ways into my dick and was held in place with a screw-on cap. Once outfitted with reminders of my controlled status, i dressed quickly and met them in the garage.
Pecs would be driving me to work from now on to teach me proper car etiquette. The Master carries nothing to the car. Pecs had a gym bag and a box, i carried them and placed them neatly in the trunk. Always open the car door for the Master with head bowed, and if allowed, start the car for Him prior to His arrival at the door. Load Masters things into the trunk of the car carefully and quickly as possible. Sit where directed, in this case, the passenger seat. While the Master is driving, i was to be attentive to every need of my Master. If the Master is horny, the slave sucks the Master's cock. If the Master wishes to talk, the slave intently listens. If the Master wishes for silence, the slave sits quietly eyes downward, but still able to see if the Master motions for anything. Pecs was in the mood for quiet, so W/we sat quietly and listened to the radio.
As we neared the office, Pecs reminded me that tomorrow was Friday.