Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 16:25:43 -0700 (PDT) From: RJ PUNTTTTT Subject: Controled and Humiliated Nothing like a tall, thin, shaved head, skinhead or skater type of guy to get my blood boiling, they have an attitude that makes me want to surrender to them and let them do what ever they want to me or can make me do almost anything. Me, I am tall, slim, shaved body but certainly not skinhead type of guy more business type, but don't be fooled I am a bottom who will submit to almost all forms of S&M and humiliation to please my Top. I am good looking; at least that is what people tell me. I don't know about most people but I look in the mirror and see just an average guy so it is always hard to say I am good looking He advertised on the net, the picture he put in of his body was hot, nice, toned, slim and sexy. Said he wanted a tall slim man to humiliate in public, got hard when his cock and balls were abused, loved tit play and water sports -- especially public water sports. Also one who liked to be told what to do, wear and behave in public. I had to reply. We corresponded a bit and I found out he was a top who liked to use business types such as me for his own pleasure, S&M and especially to humiliate them. His name was Sean. We arranged a meeting at a local dance club that catered to the wilder side of life. The clientele was skin heads and skater types, S&M types, kink and then the preppies who wanted to experiment. He ordered me what to wear, a tight white t-shirt, just down to the waist of the tight, white, nylon, shorts , no underwear and a cock ring. The shorts were to have the seam open in the crotch about 4 inches just so when I bent over the opening could be seen. I was to shave my body from the neck down, including arm pits, ass, and pubic hair and to make sure it was smooth. Also to make sure my hole was well cleaned out. He said he would surprise me and he didn't send a face picture but I sent him mine so he could find me. When I got to the club I got a bottle of water, he liked to party as did I and alcohol and parting don't mix. I was about to take a sip when from behind I heard a hot voice say `don't turn around yet, take this with your first sip of water and don't move until I tell you to' I obeyed, looked at the pill and determined it was a `Cialas' and took it, knowing that this could cause some humiliating moments later. I stayed where I was until he turned me so I was facing the out for all to see. I felt his hands exploring my body, his chest pushed against my back. First he checked out my chest and abs, his hand reaching under my tight shirt pinching each nipple hard running his hand down my chest. Then to my crotch, he opened my fly and pushed his hand in, grabbing my cock, stroking it several time, of course the whole bar could see what he was doing due to the tightness of my clothes, I could feel my face turn red. Then he grabbed my balls, squeezing them together then crushing each one between his fingers. He pulled his hand out, and left my fly open, I was about to zip up when he ordered me to leave my fly open, until he told me to close it. Then he stepped back one step and his hands traveled to my ass feeling the outside, rubbing his hands over each cheek, and his finger slipped into the ripped seam and probed my hole, pushing in and forcing my hole open, fucking me with his finger. I was being examined and inspected in a busy bar. When he pulled his finger out, he shoved it into my mouth to lick it clean, fortunately I had had several enemas as I was ordered to ensure I was clean and prepared for what ever he decided, so I sucked his finger clean. Several people close by were watching as this inspection occurred, they were pointing and laughing and I heard one say `I need a slut like that to work over in public' `Nice body boy' he said, `so you want me to use you like you have never been used before.' He turned me around, and I was not disappointed, he was exactly as his picture showed, nice tight, slim, tall body plus beautiful face. `Yes Sir' I responded. `Good, well lets dance for a bit first' he said as he led me to the dance floor, fly still open. As we got to the dance floor he provided me with some party favours and he had some to and we began to dance. At first it was just casual dancing, and then he would come behind me and grind into my ass, reaching around and pinching my tits or putting his hand into my pants and grabbing my cock and stroking it, not trying to hide anything he was doing. He then ordered me to take of my shirt and I did right away, with the shirt just over my head he roughly pinched each nipple and then he took my shirt and stuck it in a belt loop of his jeans and we danced some more. He finally said that he needed to piss. I was about to leave the dance floor with him when he came up to me real close, face to face. I saw him pull out his cock and it was hot, at least 6 inches soft and uncut, he pushed closer and put his cock into my pants and we just moved gently. Then all of a sudden I felt his warm piss cover my crotch and soak my pants. Sean would let just enough go so that I it would start to drip down my legs, but the fabric of my pants soaked most of it up. He did this several times until the fronts of my pants were soaked with his piss, the white nylon not hiding a thing including the outline my hard on which was being helped by the Cialas and my balls which were pushed forward because of the cock ring. The he led me off the dance floor, the other way than the washrooms and we stood at the side lines of the dance floor him behind me, feeling me and calling me degrading names. People were looking and pointing at me, soaked and fly open, laughing and saying what a pathetic pig I was. I really didn't care, yes I was humiliated but at the same time I was under the control of a hot man. He then led me past them and to the washroom. He took my water bottle, dumped it contents and the stood at the urinal and filled it with the remainder of his piss and handed it back to me. This is what you will drink until I tell you otherwise. Both you and I will keep it filled, and maybe others. We went back to the dance floor and resumed dancing with him touching and feeling my body freely. At some point I felt another body behind me, Sean was working my tits, pinching and pulling them, making me really horny and hard. The other bodies hands snaked around and slid into my fly and started to jerk my cock. I became harder and of course the outline became highly visible with the wet fabric of my shorts. He played with my foreskin, sticking his finger under it and rubbing it over my head, he brought his finger to my mouth, pushed it in and I sucked it. He then took his finger and forced the top into my piss slit, in essence fucking my piss hole. He grabbed my balls and began to squeeze hard. My knees got weak as he squeezed harder. I saw Sean's hand slide into my pants as well and cover the man's hand and squeeze his hand and force my balls tighter. Between the 2 of them they held me up as the continued the pressure on my balls -- Sean saying `lets see what u can take for your Master' the man behind me whispered into my ear that he would love to use me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a hot skater type of guy. I leaned into him and said I had no say in who used me tonight it was totally up to my Top -- Sean and I introduced them, his name was Matt. They sandwiched me and we danced, me feeling them up and them abusing my body, pinching, squeezing and the occasional knee to my balls. Matt found the hole in my pants and started to push into my hole, first one finger and then two. Sean was hard in his jeans and I felt that he was wearing no underwear and had on a ball stretcher. He allowed me to put my hand in his jeans and feel his cock, stroke it and rub my finger over the head. Matt was wearing baggy shorts and was hard also but had on jock strap. I reached into the leg of his shorts and released his cock from his jock and felt it grow in my hand as I massaged his huge low hanging balls. He pushed my hand away and pushed is cock into the whole in my shorts and I felt him let go a short stream of piss at my ass hole, the stream hitting my hole and dripping down my legs to be soaked up by the nylon of my shorts. He pushed harder and I felt his cock enter me -- I was being fucked on the dance floor and no one knew. He stopped and told me to stop as well and then I felt him let go piss into my hole, I could feel my hole filling it was hot. I hoped no one recognized what he was doing. While still embedded in my hole he leaned over my shoulder, kissed Sean and told what he had done to me and then roughly pulled out. I felt several drops of piss leave my hole as pinched it closed. I had by this time drained my piss bottle and needed more, so Sean reached in and pulled out my cock and aimed it at my bottle and told me to fill it. At first it was difficult but eventually I let go and filled my bottle Both men begin to travel toward the corner and directed me off of the dance floor. My shorts were soaked and my hard cock tented them out and cramps from the piss enema were beginning to set in. They found an empty table with 3 chairs and we sat me in the middle. Matt got a 2 plastic cups from the bar tender and then sat down again. Both held the cup in front of their cocks and filled it with their piss. They said we would not leave until I finished both cups. I began to sip and chug as best I could. I was then ordered to take my cock and balls out of my pants and each man took one of my balls and began to crush it, the pain traveled down my legs, through out my groin and then up to my gut. The feeling was great; my knees were weak and the distraction made drinking difficult. Sean and Matt chatted about what to do with me and Sean said he had a cargo van outside and knew of a good outdoor place where they could use me and an audience would be there. Sean handed me my shirt, ordered it on and to put my cock and balls back then off we went to find his van. When we got to his van he opened the side door, ordered me to strip squat and let out my piss enema. I did, fortunately for me the van was in a secluded part of a parking lot. Squating in front of these two and letting out an enema was very humiliating, especially as they taunted me telling me what a loser and a pig I was. Matt asked if there were any toys and Sean produced a very large butt plug and some lube. Matt ordered me to suck Sean's cock while he prepared the butt plug and pushed it up my hole. Sean's cock was amazing, thick, with a nice foreskin, I took it deeply in my mouth while he fucked my face and I got the butt plug pushed in. It felt like a football sliding in, ripping and tearing me open. Sean then ordered me into the van and they tied me to the middle seat and placed a hood over my head. They both climbed into the front and we drove away, where to I didn't know. I felt each bump of the van travel through the butt plug and up into my body making my cock harder than before -- it was obvious that the Cialas was doing its job. After a while we came to a stop and they untied and handed me a pair of shorts to put on, these were not mine, but similar in that they were light in colour, nylon, only very short and very tight, forcing my cock against my groin and showing the outline for the whole world to see with my balls separated by the seam in the crotch. As well I was handed a t-shirt, again very tight and very short, leaving a gap of about 2 inches between the waist band of my shorts and the bottom of the shirt. Sean started to rub and massage my cock through my shorts until a huge wet spot showed up from all of the pre-cum and Matt poured some water down the crack of my ass, thus not much was left to the imagination. They then took me into a coffee shop, making me walk in front of them. Sean steered me to a booth and told me to sit on the inside. Sean sat across from me and Matt sat next to me. The server was a hot young man, long hair, low slung pants, when he took our order he stared at me and winked. I looked us all over and realized I was dressed like a slut while my two companions were dressed fairly normally. Sean and Matt ordered extra large coffee. When I tried to order Sean said `Speak only when Matt or I speak to you, we will tell you what you will have' in front of the server and they ordered me a small coffee and an apple juice. When he returned with our order Sean asked `Don't suppose you can supply us with special cream for his coffee can you?' He replied `I am on break now and would be happy to get that cream for you, if you and he follow me' Sean ordered me out of the booth and both he and I followed, leaving Matt to watch our stuff. Every step made the butt plug move in my ass and made me harder and drool more pre-cum. When we got to the back the server led us to a small room, closed the door and locked it. I was ordered to my knees. The server said he needed to piss before he could fill our cream order and Sean said I could be his urinal. I was totally humiliated, sitting on my knees and being talked about as if were nothing but a piece of meat to use and then I realized I was exactly that. Sean directed the server to just lay his cock on my tongue and let go until he was satisfied. The server opened his fly and took out a beautiful 7 inch cock almost hard -- it was obvious he was turned on. I was ordered to open my mouth and take what he had to offer. He placed his cock on my tongue, concentrated and slowly began to piss. I closed my lips around his cock and swallowed as much as I could. He had a strong stream and some spilled out and dripped down my chin and onto the t-shirt. His piss tasted strong and salty. When he was done he took his cock out of my mouth and shook the last drops of piss onto my face. `Where do you want the cream?' the server asked. Sean held out my small coffee and suggested he add it right to the coffee. Sean unbuttoned the server's shirt revealing a nice chest and perfect abs and started to tweak and pull on his nipples and I began to suck on his cock and balls as he jerked off for us. When I sensed he was close to cumming I started sucking on his balls, which were large and smooth, pulling each one into my mouth and rolling them around. When I felt them pulling up so he could cum, I sucked harder, pulling them away from his body. I felt him shudder and his cock began to jerk, Sean placed the coffee cup in front of his cock and he came in it -- six or seven thick ropes of cum, lots of it like he had not come for days. When he was finished he shoved his cock into my mouth ordering me to clean him up. I greedily sucked his cock clean until he was satisfied and pulled out. He kissed Sean and kicked me in the nuts -- hard causing me to double up in pain. Sean smiled at me and wondered how he knew I liked cbt then ordered me to my feet and we went back to our booth where Sean placed my coffee cup in front of me and ordered me to drink it. I tentatively began to drink my coffee, feeling the cream slide over my lips, savouring it on my tongue when I noticed my apple juice was open, but said nothing. As we were sitting Sean ordered me to pull my balls out of my shorts, just my balls, he laid a ball stretcher on the table and told me to put it on. I opened the fly of my shorts and pulled out my balls, leaving my cock trapped in my short. In the position I was sitting it would be difficult but I did, pulling them out from my body and attaching it. He then told me to keep my hands above the table finishing my coffee and then my juice. I continued to sip my coffee, sucking up the last of the server's cream and I felt his foot, more accurately his shoe resting on my balls. He started to push hard against my balls crushing them under his foot, occasionally lifting and kicking my balls with the heel of his shoes. Matt put his hand in my short and put his finger under my foreskin and started to massage the head of my cock focusing on my piss slit again, forcing the end of his finger in while Sean just kept increasing the pressure on my balls, taking my breath away. Concentrating on drinking was difficult but eventually I finished my coffee and then picked up my juice. My first sip revealed that it was piss -- Matt's piss and it was still warm `Chug it you pig' he hissed at me and I chugged about half of it. He then picked up the bottle and poured the remaining content over my chest and shorts, soaking me with his piss. And all the while he kept forcing his finger into my piss slit and Sean kept pounding my balls with the heel of his shoe. By now I really needed to piss and told Sean. He said good time to go anyway, stuff those balls back into your pants and zip up. With the ball stretcher on it was difficult to push my balls back into my short and when I zipped up the pressure was intense, it felt like my balls were being crushed by a vice. When I stood up it felt like my cock and balls were protruding a foot from my body, of course my cock was rock hard from Matt's abuse on to my cock head and Sean's ball crushing as well as the Cialas, butt plug forcing its way into my body and the ball stretcher. And as we all know a full bladder gives you a hard on as well. It felt as if everyone in the coffee shop as watching. The server followed us out and stopped us on the side walk. He stepped up to me smiled, hugged me and brought his knee up and slammed into my balls and then thanked all of us for the good tip. My bladder felt like it was going to explode and when we got to the van Matt said I could relieve myself. I was pulling down my fly when he said no, just to let it go. I had never pissed myself, I had been pissed on but this was new and embarrassing but I had no choice and I let go. The first drops soaked the fabric of my shorts, then it welled around my cock and began to drip down my legs and eventually the shorts were totally soaked in piss. It seemed like I pissed for an hour and I was standing in a puddle of my own piss. `Now what?' asked Matt. It is still early, let's take him to that park you were talking about earlier and see what he does when we tie him to a tree and make him public property? Said Sean. So they pushed me in the van, forced me to the floor, stripped off my cloths and forced me to sit on my butt, shoving the butt plug deeper into my hole and then tied me up finally putting my piss soaked shorts over my head like a hood, forcing me to smell my piss and theirs. As we drove I could only guess as to the next level of humiliation and torture I would receive, since they both liked to physically torture their boys as well. This I understood overhearing different tortures they had inflicted on other subs they had had. If you would like to have part 2 let me know at