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 Robert 12_1 (Dr.  Jekyll and Mr.  Rawhide)

   As a test, I thought I would write a story that pushed the MM aspect to
the limits.  In this story we follow one of Robert's recent victims as they
go about their daily routine.

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   (MM, nc, ws, toys, bd, span, drugs) And a few other nasty things.

   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   "Already?" Jacob groaned as his alarm clock went off.

   He hit the snooze but there isn't time to actually nod off.  There is
never enough time for that.  He still hit it every morning just in case. 
He never got enough sleep so the risk of nodding off was always there.

   It was Thursday at 5:55 a.m.  and the 28 year old had to be somewhere
before 6 a.m.  Luckily, that "somewhere" was his bathroom and it was only
about 30 feet away.  It often took him 5 minutes to get that far also.  Not
only is he extremely tired every morning but his muscles are always stiff
as well.  Five minutes gives him plenty of time to stretch, but he could
transverse those 30 feet in 10 seconds if he had too.  The consequences
were too dire if he didn't.

   Reluctantly, he gets up and shuffles his way out of the bedroom and to
the bathroom.  He splashes some water on his face and then checks the small
digital clock sitting on the counter.

   He still had 2 minutes so he spent that time combing the knots out of
his hair.  Jacob's long black hair came almost all the way down to his
shoulders.  Before Master Robert, Jacob used to wear the hair in a
ponytail. Master Robert changed that.  Now Jacob had to just let it hang
free.  He could style it if he wanted, but Jacob didn't have the time.  Nor
did he have the money to pay someone else to do it.

   The second 6 a.m.  hits, Jacob grabs his bottle of pills and takes 2
out. He holds the two pills out in his hand so they are clearly visible to
the web cam mounted on the wall above the sink.  He then tosses them in his
mouth and washes them down with a half a glass of water.

   The ritual was second nature to Jacob.  It should be after performing it
4 times a day for the past 3 months.  He took the pills every 6 hours... 
exactly.  He was allowed to carry 2 of the pills around with him when he
left the house, just in case he didn't make it home in time.  In that event
he would use a portable video camera to record the procedure.  That footage
would then be emailed to a special address.

   Jacob only failed to get home once in order to take the pills.  He still
got punished for failing to take the pills in front of the web cam.  It was
a harsh punishment also.  He couldn't imagine how bad the punishment might
have been had he not remembered to video tape himself taking the pills.  It
sent chills down his spine whenever he thought about what the penalty might
have been had he not taken the pills at all.

   "Happy pills"

   That is what Master Robert always called them.  His master started him
on the pills right away.  Jacob remembered those early days very well. 
However, that very first day was still a little fuzzy.  He just remembered
being in a family-type bar drinking a few beers.  His master obviously got
a drug into his drink somehow because Jacob only remembered tiny bits and
pieces of the rest of the night.

   The really odd thing is that Jacob knows that he didn't pass out.  The
pieces he does remember made this fact very clear.  He vaguely remembers
Master Robert coming up to him.  He also remembers walking out with his
master.  However, he has no clue why he willingly left with the guy or what
they even talked about during all of this.  There was just brief 2 to 3
second spots of time still in his memory and even these sometimes felt more
like dreams than actual memories.

   What happened after that first night, however, was crystal clear in
Jacobs mind.  He woke the next morning chained up in his own bed.  That was
when he was introduced to the "Happy Pills".

   Jacob had no clue why Master Robert called them that.  They didn't make
Jacob feel happy or anything.  They just made him fell strange.  While he
was always a little light headed, the pills did a lot more than just that.
His memories while under the influence of the pills remained very sharp,
but everything else in his mind seemed a little off.

   For example, he found it extremely hard to think of more than one thing
at a time.  This was the case even in the beginning.  He remembered being
ordered to suck his master's dick that first day.  While he felt disgust
and humiliation, all he seemed to be able to actually focus on was
fulfilling the command.  He wasn't able to put much thought into that
disgust and humiliation until after he had fulfilled the task and his
master left the room for several minutes.  Jacob remembered breaking out
crying once he had that time to think about it.

   That was another thing about the pills.  They seemed to make Jacob
overly emotional.  They also sometimes brought out the wrong emotions.  He
never sucked a dick before, but Jacob was pretty sure that had it not been
for the pills he would have never cried like that.  If anything, had a dick
been forced on him like that Jacob probably would have felt a ton more
anger toward Robert than sadness for himself.  Yet, those feelings seemed
to have somehow gotten flipped.  He felt the anger but it was the sadness
that dominated.  And since it was hard to focus on more than one thing at a
time he found himself overwhelmed with that sadness.

   That wasn't the worst part about the pills.  As the days went on Jacob
discovered that the sadness always remained, but was often overridden by
other emotions.  Emotions that didn't even seem to be his own.  Like they
had been planted there by the pills.  For example, he sometimes felt a kind
of pride whenever he pleased his master with a good blowjob or something.
Sometimes he would even get horny when he would see his master's huge dick.
And that was an emotion he definitely knew shouldn't be there.  Yet, it
was.

   The first few weeks were very confusing because of these odd emotions.
Over time though he stopped noticing them as being fake and started
thinking of them as his own.

   "Enema!" Jacob said out loud as he tried to focus his mind.

   Thinking of the past, especially his master's dick, always sidetracked
Jacob.  It wasn't unusual for him to just stare off into space for 30
minutes at a time just thinking about how much he now felt the need to
serve his master.  Especially right after taking his pills.  The effects
were always the strongest the first few hours, though they never actually
wore off before taking the next 2 pills 6 hours later.

   Jacob quickly looked at the clock and was thankful he had only zoned off
for 7 minutes this time.  There was no required start time for his morning
enema, but there was a finish time.  He had to finish before 8 a.m.

   Two hours might sound like a long time but these weren't just small
enemas he was taking.  He wasn't allowed to leave the bathroom until he
could take a full half gallon enema.  That was a ton of water when you
considered Jacob weighed only about 140 pounds.  The water bloated his
tummy out so much that he almost looked pregnant.  On top of that, he also
had to keep on repeating that half gallon enema until the water coming out
was crystal clear.

   Jacob had to pee first so he sat on the toilet.  Sitting on the toilet
to pee was not one of the rules, it was just impossible to do it any other
way.  Jacob wore a hard plastic cock cage.  The cage had a few small holes
at the end of it that allowed urine to come out.  However, those holes were
angled in different directions.  This caused the piss to shoot out in
various directions.  If he didn't sit down like a girl then he would get
piss all over the toilet and bathroom floor.

   It was a small task but for some reason it always humiliated Jacob to
have to sit and piss like this.  As he pissed, Jacob couldn't help but
remember how his master used to always tease him about having to sit and
piss like a "proper bitch".  This of course brought back additional
memories of all the other nasty things his master often made him do.

   "Enema!" Jacob said again when he realized he was starting to loose
focus again.

   Before standing, Jacob lifted his left foot up.  He had a thick ankle
bracelet on his left foot which contained a gps locator.  It was yet
another way for his master to track his activities.

   There was a small power readout on the bracelet.  It indicated that
Jacob still had 24 hours before the battery would need to be recharged. 
Jacob already knew he had plenty of time but it didn't hurt to check it
every morning just in case.  The next morning he would switch the battery
out with the one he currently had in the charger.

   As he stood, Jacob could feel a few drops of piss run down the sides of
his legs.  This happened every time he pissed, yet it still always made him
cringe in disgust.  However, there just wasn't any way around it.

   Some of the piss was sprayed on his legs via all the holes.  There was
also always at least a tablespoon's worth inside the cock cage.  That piss
from the cage would continue to slowly drip onto his legs for the next 10
to 15 minutes.

   He had no choice but to ignore the piss the best he could.  He wasn't
allowed to wipe it off.  Not that he really had anything that could be used
to wipe it off with anyway.  Towels were only allowed to be used for baths
and he wasn't allowed to have toilet paper in the house at all.

   Jacob filled the enema up with hot water and then carefully checked the
temperature.  The water had to be between 115 and 117 degrees.  Any hotter
and it risked scolding his insides.  Any colder and he would earn a
punishment.  It used to take Jacob forever to get the temperature just
right.  He was pretty good at judging it now just from touch.  He was still
required to use a thermometer.  Once he got a reading he held it up to the
web cam that was set up above the toilet.

   Jacob had no idea exactly how many cameras were in his house.  There
were only 3 that weren't hidden.  One above the bathroom mirror, one above
the toilet and one in his bedroom above his bed.  He was positive there
were several others hidden throughout the house.  If he looked harder then
he probably could have found them.  Heck, he probably could find a way of
hacking the computer device connecting them all to the internet.  However,
he didn't see any point in it.  It still wouldn't change his position in
life.  All it would do is probably get him some severe punishments.

   Showing the thermometer wasn't the end of his prep work.  He had a mp3
player he had to listen to also.  He put the ear buds in and then turned
the player on.  He hated the audio file that was on the player.  It was
some kind of hypnotic file.  It seemed to be professionally done also.  The
quality was good and you could tell the woman talking on the tape had a
trained voice.

   There was a ton of special effects also.  For example, there was a
constant digital humming of some kind in the background.  The humming was
very obvious when you first started listening to it, but after a minute or
two your mind seemed to kind of sync up to it and you hardly noticed it at
all.

   Also, as the woman spoke you could hear a slight echo of her voice in
the background.  However, if you paid close attention you could tell that
the echo was not always saying the exact same thing the main voice was. 
The main voice might say, "It's good to act feminine." However, the echo in
the background might say, "You want to act feminine."

   The voice on the tape never stopped either.  It kept saying how good it
was to be feminine; how good it was to act like a girl; how much you want
to suck dick; etc.  It went on and on like that for close to 40 minutes. 
Then it would just start over again.

   He hated the audio file not just for what was being said on it, but
because it was so distracting.  If he wasn't careful he could sometimes
zone out for 30 minutes at a time while listening to it.  He was late
finishing his enemas many times because of that damned mp3 file.

   "Oh!" Jacob groaned as the hot water rushed up his bowels.

   Taking a very hot half gallon enema wasn't easy.  The natural instinct
of his guts was to tense up in order to keep the hot fluid out.  However,
Jacob's insides were getting pretty used to the intrusion.  Still, he only
got a quarter of a gallon on the first try.  He knew he could have fit a
little more but didn't want to build up too much pressure.

   Jacob squeezed the enema hose tight and then took the nozzle out of his
ass and quickly placed it in his mouth.  He then let go of the hose.  It
was this step that always required him to be careful not to build up too
much pressure while the nozzle was up his ass.  If he built up too much
pressure then that could cause a little backwash up the hose.  Then, when
he put it into his mouth the foul liquid would leak into his mouth.  He
always ended up swallowing 1 or 2 mouths full of the leakage before he
could get back off the toilet and stick the hose back up his ass.

   As he got off the toilet, Jacob could feel several small streams of foul
liquid run from his wet ass and down his legs.  Luckily, he took an enema
every morning.  So the liquid wasn't as foul as it could have been.

   Jacob repeated the procedure 4 more times before he could take the full
half gallon.  He then repeated the half gallon another 6 times before he
was sure he was completely clean inside.  After releasing the final enema,
Jacob reached into the toilet and dunked his hand in the warm water.  He
cupped his hand and brought out a small pool of it.  He showed it to the
camera and then brought it to his mouth and drank it down.  It tasted like
pure water, but it still grossed Jacob out knowing where it had just been.

   Jacob glanced at the digital clock as he put the enema equipment away.
He was pleased to see that he had almost 30 minutes before his next task.
This meant he could take a nice shower to clean all the piss and foul water
off himself.  There had been many days when he ran so late that he ended up
spending all day without a bath.

   Baths were about the closest thing Jacob ever got to a reward.  He still
had to listen to the mp3 player but that was about it.  He even got to take
the mp3 player off around the half way mark so he could wash and rinse his
hair.  The only bad part about the baths was that it was extremely easy to
zone out.  Today he somehow managed not to do that.

   To be on the safe side, Jacob finished his bath and was sitting at his
computer a good 8 minutes before he actually needed to be.  This part of
his daily schedule was pretty simple for him.  At exactly 8 a.m.  he was
required to log into his email account and check his email.  There was
always at least one email in the account from his master.

   This email contained his "special tasks" for the day.  The email always
contained one big task and one or two small tasks.  The big tasks varied
greatly.

   The small tasks were normally simple, yet always involved huge amounts
of humiliation.  However, there seemed to be only about a dozen different
small tasks total.  They just got sent to him over and over again at
random. The most common one was cleaning the bathroom.  It was a disgusting
task also.  He was required to lick the toilet and floors spotless.  There
was always piss and enema water residue on everything and it left a foul
taste in his mouth that seemed to linger there for hours on end.

   Jacob always felt sick to his stomach when he read his email.  Today was
no different.  The big task for today involved exposing himself to 12
children.  And half of those children had to be girls.  This wasn't the
first task he ever got that involved children.

   Jacob hated tasks that involved kids.  First, they were always highly
illegal.  And second, it was just wrong to involve innocent children in
"sex games".  That said, the thought of not complying never entered Jacob's
mind.

   On the bright side, the easy task for the day was extremely simple.  He
just had to wear a cock ring around his balls and dick and have a butt plug
up his ass.  If anything, this seemed more like a reward since it meant he
got to take his cock cage off for a change.  Normally that cage stayed on
all the time except Saturdays.

   It wasn't until Jacob got the plug up his ass and the cock ring on that
he realized that the small task wasn't as benign as he had thought.  The
combination of the two caused his dick to get hard.  He knew his 6-inch
dick would stay hard like that all day also.  This in itself was not that
big of a deal.  However, it would mean that when he performed his bigger
task the children wouldn't just be seeing his dick, they would be seeing a
hard dick.

   This made a world of difference.  You could expose a soft dick to even a
girl and still find a way of passing it off as accidental.  However, it was
very difficult to do that if your dick was hard.

   As bad as all of this was, the other email sitting in his box was what
was really concerning him.  A second email always meant punishment.  Jacob
held his breath as he put the mouse over the email and clicked to open it.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he seen he only had to take 20 hits with
the leather strap.  There was no explanation as to why he was getting
punished; nor did he remember doing anything wrong lately.  It was a pretty
light punishment so he didn't worry too much about it.

   It was the times he really screwed up that he got severe punishments. 
To make it worse, he even had to ask for the punishments.

   There was a special email address he had to send all his photos and
videos too that he captured each day via his cell phone and a few other
personal hidden and not so hidden cameras he owned.  These photos and
footage showed all of his activities outside the house.

   However, there was a second email account where he sent all his screw
ups.  These were normally just text messages listing things he did wrong
that day like taking too long to perform his enema or something like that.

   He wasn't sure why there was a different email account for this purpose.
He could only guess that his master took his time looking at the photos and
videos but wanted to be able to tell immediately whenever Jacob screwed up.
Jacob figured it was as good a reason as any.  Not that his master needed a
reason.

   Jacob had until 6 p.m.  to finish the tasks.  However, penalties were
always dished out immediately.  He almost cried when he picked up the
leather strap.  He hated that strap so much.  His master whipped him
relentlessly with it the first few weeks of Jacob's training.

   "Time to play with Mr.  Rawhide," his master would always joke before
each punishment.

   Sometimes Jacob wondered if these small punishments weren't just a way
for his master to remind him of those early days.  Some times his master
even incorporates the strap into the tasks for the day.  For example, one
time Jacob was required to go out and find a guy to whip him with the
strap. That had been a very humiliating and painful task.

   Jacob often peed himself a little whenever he was hit with the belt. 
Despite this, he still used his bed for the task every time.  His master
never actually specified where the punishment had to be done.  However,
common sense told Jacob that it had to be in front of one of the cameras.
Common sense also told him that an enclosed space like the bathroom would
limit the intensity of the hits and thus upset his master.

   The strap was a 2-inch wide, 4-foot long piece of rawhide.  Jacob had
nightmares about the thing.  He was introduced to it only 3 months ago, yet
it had inflicted more than a lifetime's worth of pain.

   Jacob held one end of the strap tight in his right hand as he knelt on
the bed.  He breathed deep and then took an underarm swing upward.  The
strap flew past the right side of his head and the middle of it contacted
his shoulder.  The bottom half of the strap whipped on around and snapped
against the middle of his lower back.

   "AH!" Jacob yelped in pain.  God did that hurt.

   The rawhide hurt so bad that it felt like someone had ripped a strip of
flesh off his back.  He was flooded with so much pain that a small squirt
of piss shot out of his dick.  The next swing went over his left shoulder.
By the 5th hit Jacob was having trouble staying in a kneeling position. 
The pain kept making him arch his back and fall forward.

   As bad as the hits were, they were far from being as bad as when his
master had whipped him.  What made those early whippings even worse was
that often Jacob hadn't even done anything to deserve them.  His master
just kept telling him the whippings were necessary in order to beat what
little masculinity was left in him and to help teach him how to become a
proper lady.

   When Jacob wasn't busy crying out in pain he was always begging for
mercy.  He didn't even make it through his first whipping before he was
promising Master Robert that he would become the best sissy boy ever.  He
would suck dick and love it.  He would take it up the ass without
complaint. You name it and Jacob promised it.  The first few whippings
Jacob just said it in hopes of mercy.  By the 2nd week, however, Jacob
truly meant it.  Anything to bring the frequent punishments to an end.

   Jacob delivered 10 hits to his back before he stopped.  He then changed
the angle of his swing so that the strap swung around his hip and snapped
against his buttocks.  These hits hurt also but they were nothing compared
to the ones on his sensitive back.  These last 10 he was able to do with
only a couple pauses here and there.

   After the final hit, Jacob folded the strap neatly and then brought it
to his lips and gave it a kiss.  He then delicately placed it back on his
nightstand.  Once he got his tears under control he turned and stood there
for a minute so that the internet cam could get a good view of his bright
red back and ass cheeks.

   Jacob blushed when it dawned on him that his dick had stayed hard
throughout the entire punishment.  He tried to convince himself that it had
been the butt plug and cock ring that had caused this.  However, he knew he
would have been hard even without them.  Or at least his dick would have
tried to get hard.  It always tried to get hard during punishments these
days.  Thankfully the cock cage always prevented it from getting fully
erect.  He wasn't so sure why it embarrassed him so much to be hard.  The
mp3 audio file clearly stated that punishments should arouse him.

   Jacob had almost 3 hours before noon.  It was a huge block of time, that
was set aside in case one of his daily tasks required additional
preparation.  Usually, this extra prep work consisted of going out and
buying items for his tasks.  They weren't always from adult toy stores
either.  In fact, often they were from normal grocery and department
stores. Once, for example, he was required to buy a dozen eggs.  He then
had to stuff all the eggs up his asshole and carry them like that till 6
p.m.  Some of them had worked their way deep in his guts and it took him
almost an hour to get them all out.

   Three of the eggs broke which resulted in 20 hits with the belt as
punishment.  The cracked shells also scratched up his insides.  On the
bright side, he was able to eat eggs for breakfast for the rest of the
week.

   Today's tasks, however, did not require any prep work.  He was allowed
30 minutes of computer time a day but his brain was normally too tired for
that.  So, instead he decided to just watch some gay porn.  It was his only
other option.  If he wasn't busying doing something else then he was
required to watch porn.  He could get away with 30 minutes here or there
staring into space, but 3 hours would have been something he would have no
choice but to report.

   It wasn't just normal gay porn either.  His master provided him with a
wide selection of gay fetish porn.  This included everything from BDSM to
transvestites.  The videos sickened him at first.  Now they didn't seem all
that bad.  He was ashamed to admit that sometimes his dick would even start
to get hard while watching them.  Of course, today he was hard throughout
thanks to the cock ring and plug.

   2.

   Jacob blushed when he got off the bus.  As he got on and then later off
the bus, it had been clear to everyone that his dick was hard.  He was only
allowed to wear sweat pants most of the time outside.  And of course he was
never allowed to wear underwear.  Thus, when he wasn't wearing his cock
cage his hardons stuck out in the sweat pants like a fucking flag pole.

   His dick was only 6 inches long but that was more than enough to grab
everyone's attention.  Most looked at him in disgust.  However, sometimes a
girl or boy would look at him with interest.  To his surprise, it seemed to
be more boys than girls that looked at him this way.  Granted, he did have
a bit of a feminine look to him.  That was why his master said he picked
him.

   Jacob's destination was a park next to a grade school.  The school
itself didn't have a playground.  Instead, to save money they let the kids
play on the toys in the park.  The park had a fence around it so it was
virtually the same as if it was a school playground.  The only difference
was that the general public was allowed to use it also.

   This park was like a gold mine for Jacob.  So far it had suited almost
all his needs whenever his master made him do things involving kids.  Jacob
already had cameras hidden in the girls and boy's toilets there.  He put
them there a couple weeks prior when his master had required him to get
photos of youngsters private parts.  The bathrooms had been the only thing
he could think of.  He wasn't about to actually molest the kids.  Or at
least he tried to convince himself he wouldn't do such a thing if he master
ever ordered it.

   He left the cameras there just in case he needed them again.  And today
he would definitely need them.  At least for the girls anyway.

   Lunch was over long before Jacob arrived.  This was okay.  He had a
better shot during recess breaks anyway.

   Exposing himself to the girls was going to be pretty risk free. 
However, setting up for it did have a few risks.  First he had to sneak
into the girl's bathroom.  Once inside he connected one of his video
recorders he had brought to the feed from the hidden camera.  The hidden
camera was just a dead camera with wires coming from it.  It was the
recorder that gave it juice and did all the work.  He couldn't leave the
recorder in the bathroom 24/7 though.  It was hidden pretty well but it
would still needed to be charged and manually turned on and off.  Plus, he
often needed it for other tasks.  It's not like he could afford to buy a
dozen of them.  He could barely afford the two he already had.

   Once the recorder was going, Jacob went into the stall and exposed the
hole in the wall.  The wall between the boys and girls' bathrooms was
barely over an inch thick plastic.  Robert drilled the hole between them
the same day he put the cameras in.  He had a professional looking plastic
cap to hide it though.  He even glued it on very well so the kids wouldn't
toy with it.  If the kids got the patch off then eventually an adult would
find the hole and have it fixed.

   Jacob got out of the girls bathroom just minutes before an elderly woman
approached.  He prayed she wouldn't notice the hole.  The other side of the
hole was still plugged so at least she wouldn't panic if she did find it.

   The lady left minutes later.  She didn't look alarmed or anything so she
must not have noticed the hole or simply didn't care.  Jacob sat in the
park for over 45 minutes before he finally seen a bunch of kids file out of
the side entrance of the school and head into the park.  There were a
couple adults that came out also but they didn't seem to be all that
concerned with who else might be in the park.

   Jacob didn't want the front of his sweat pants to draw too much
attention so once the kids entered the park, he entered the men's room.  He
went into the stall and unplugged the other side of the hole and then set
up his other video cam.  Later he would combine the feeds into one video
such that you could see both sides of the wall at the same time.

   Butterflies danced around in Jacob's stomach a few minutes later when he
heard the women's bathroom door open.  He quickly peered into the hole to
verify if it was a young child about to enter the stall or an older woman.
It was a young girl.  He didn't want her to notice him peaking through the
hole so he only allowed himself a very quick glance.  She was a cute little
blonde about 8 or 9 years old.

   Jacob waited a couple seconds then let the toilet seat in front of him
slam down.  With luck this would draw the girl's attention toward the hole.
Jacob then pulled his sweat pants down and exposed his balls and hard dick.
Sure enough, a few seconds later the light coming through the hole
disappeared.  This told him the girl was indeed peaking through the hole.

   This was the first time Jacob had ever exposed himself to a kid this
young.  Until now, the youngest had been 15 or 16.  In a way he felt
horrible for what he was doing.  He also felt a bit sorry for the little
girl.  He at least took solace in that at least it was the girl deciding to
look at him and not him actually forcing her to look.

   A minute later Jacob's nervousness was replaced with embarrassment and
humiliation when it dawned on him the little girl was still staring.  He
hadn't expected this.  He thought she would peak in and then go back about
her business.

   After thinking about it, Jacob realized that since this was probably the
first time she had ever seen a hard dick, that she probably wanted to
memorize every inch of it.  He had no idea at what age girls could get
sexually excited.  However, he was certain she must be way too young for
that.

   He wasn't sure why, but the humiliation was somehow turning him on. 
Before he knew it he found himself stroking his dick.  He almost had a
climax before he caught himself.  Stroking his dick was allowed but
masturbating to completion was a definite no no.  He was only allowed to
cum once a week.  That one time happened on Saturdays when his cock cage
was off.  His cock cage was off now, but it was only in order to perform
the task.  He had to behave as though it was still on him.

   Jacob stood there for over 10 minutes before he realized the girl simply
wasn't going to stop staring.  So, he did the only thing he could think of.
He left himself.  He went back outside and sat on a nearby bench.

   Sure enough, a few minutes later the girl exited the bathroom.  The girl
blushed profusely as she walked past Jacob.  This told him that she must
have seen his face inside or at least recognized his sweat pants.  He
prayed that she didn't tell any of the teachers.  It would mean some
serious legal problems if she did.

   Master Robert always called Jacob a "sissy boy".  Jacob always cried
when his master called him that.  However, this only confirmed to Jacob and
his master that the comment was true.  Jacob knew it was the happy pills
making him act more like a sissy.  However, he also knew that a part of
himself had always been a sissy boy.  Thus, in a situation like this, every
instinct in his body was telling him to quickly gather the video recorder
and get the hell out of Dodge.  His loyalty to his master, however, easily
overrode that instinct.  It always did.

   Therefore, once the girl was gone, Jacob went back into the men's room
and entered the stall.  Almost 10 more minutes passed with no one entered
the girl's side.  He guessed that he had maybe 10 more minutes at most
before recess was over.  He would be lucky to get just one more girl in
such a short time.  He wasn't sure if they had any other breaks either.  He
might end up having to wait until school was out.

   Jacob's train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he heard a lot of
commotion on the other side of the wall.  He peaked through the hole just
in time to see the blonde girl pointing into the stall.

   "In here," he heard her say.

   She was showing someone the hole!  He needed to back away and run like
hell.  As he backed away, however, he seen several faces come into view. 
They were all faces of little girls looking into the stall.

   Jacob wasn't sure if he should be overwhelmed with joy or filled with
dread.  One girl at a time was one thing.  A whole crowd was completely
different.  Yes, it looked like he was going to meet his quota of little
girls, but he could already feel his face turning red from the
embarrassment of being watched by so many.  He had no choice though.  He
needed to meet his quota so he slowly pulled his sweat pants down and
started playing with his dick.

   From the commotion, it was clear the girls were taking turns peaking
through the hole.  While this was bad enough, there was also a lot of
chatter and giggling going on.  Jacob was so embarrassed that he even
started crying.  He didn't stop masturbating though until he heard a bell
ring in the distance and all the girls rushed out of the bathroom.

   Jacob sobbed in the bathroom for another 5 minutes before he got control
of himself.  He then went into the girl's room and got the video recorder.
He also plugged the holes up on both sides of the wall.  However, he wasn't
sure he would ever be able to actually use the hole again.  One of the kids
would surely blab about the hole and it would be sealed.  They might even
increase security in the area.

   3.

   Jacob later glanced at the video footage and discovered that 8 different
girls had peered through the hole.  Now he just needed to expose himself to
6 boys.  This was a lot easier to accomplish, but it was going to have to
wait until school was out.

   It wasn't yet 2 p.m.  which meant he had at least 2 free hours.  What
did a sissy boy do during his free time?  Whore himself, of course. 
Technically, his master didn't require Jacob to whore himself.  However,
Jacob needed money.  He inherited his house when his mother died.  However,
he still needed money for food, utilities, internet access and various
camera equipment and other supplies needed in order to accomplish all his
tasks.

   His master's only limitation was that Jacob could only make money via
sex.  Whoring of course was the obvious answer.  However, there were
several other avenues Jacob was looking into.  For example, he was looking
into possibly joining some kind of internet job.  Maybe one of those sex
sites where he sat in front of the web cam naked and chatted with people
and stuff.  He was also thinking of maybe creating sex DVDs of himself.

   That in mind, Jacob doubted he would ever be able to stop whoring
himself.  The other ideas were good but only whoring guaranteed income. 
Whoring required no start up fees, no licenses, no nothing really.  You
just had to have the balls to go out and do it.

   Yeah, Jacob didn't have the balls.  He had something better though.  He
had his master's wrath if he didn't do it.  His master wouldn't be pissed
if Jacob didn't whore himself but he would be fucking irate if Jacob
couldn't afford to buy stuff needed to accomplish his tasks.  Jacob
actually pissed himself once while thinking about what his master might do
if the internet connection went down or the electricity went off because
Jacob couldn't afford to pay the bills.

   Master Robert was a very cruel master.  However, Jacob knew his master
loved him.  His master was only cruel because he wanted Jacob to be the
best sissy boy he could become.  And it's not like his master was never
nice to him.  It was his master that had suggested whoring as a good source
of income.  His master even told Jacob where he could go to do it.

   "A submissive faggot like you is going to get lonely if you don't have a
dick in you every few hours.  You might want to consider whoring yourself
at a Greyhound bus terminal or adult theater."

   Okay, maybe it wasn't a long discussion or something most career
counselors would say but Jacob had taken the comment to heart.  It was
paying off also.  While he wasn't going to get rich off it, it did bring in
enough money to pay all the bills.  This bought him time to work on all
those other fanciful plans.

   While he was still actively pursuing those other plans, he couldn't help
but wonder if maybe his master was right about Jacob needing a dick in him
all the time.  Jacob was disgusted whenever he had sex with a man, but at
the same time he never really felt complete unless he was sucking a dick or
getting fucked up the ass.  It wasn't just his master that often said this
either.  The mp3 sound track stated it also.  Surely they both couldn't be
wrong about Jacob.  Could they?

   "Shit!" Jacob said when he realized he had zoned out again.

   Jacob checked his watch and noticed that he had been walking for only 15
minutes.  This was a good sign since his destination was about 20 minutes.
He looked around in order to get his bearings.  Thankfully, he had been
walking in the right direction.

   Five minutes later, Jacob was walking into another small park.  This
park was located right next to a Greyhound bus station which made it prime
hunting grounds for Johns.  Or at least it was one of the best spots Jacob
had found so far.  He was proud of himself also for the find.  Even if the
find was really just an accident.

   It was Master Robert that showed Jacob the Greyhound station for the
first time.  However, his very first John suggested they go to the nearby
park for a little more privacy.  Jacob made his very first $5 sucking the
John's dick behind a bunch of bushes and trees.  When he got down on his
knees to suck the guy's dick, Jacob discovered the ground was littered with
tons of used condoms.

   It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was going to make a good
place to whore himself at.  The hidden area was about 20 feet long and 5
feet wide.  On three sides were a bunch of bushes and cedar trees that
provided complete secrecy.  The fourth side was the back side of the
Greyhound station.

   Jacob guessed that the area probably belonged to the Greyhound station.
He was pretty sure that if it belonged to the park then the folks in charge
of maintaining the park would have discovered the area long ago and
reported it to the police.  The Greyhound folks probably knew about it also
but didn't care.  Heck, they might have even created the area knowing it
would get all the fags out of their terminal bathrooms.

   Jacob stopped at the side of the building and glanced around for a few
seconds.  When it was clear no one was watching he squeezed through the
bushes.  There was a trick to getting in.  You had to face the building and
then push through.  If you faced any other direction then your hands and
face sometimes got scratched up by the limbs.

   "Well, if it isn't my favorite girl," a man said as soon as Jacob made
it through.

   Jacob cringed when he heard the voice.  He didn't have to look to know
who it was.  His name was Mike.  Not that Jacob ever called him by that
name.  Mike made it clear the very first day that he was to be called,
"Sir".

   Mike was a local.  From what Jacob could tell, there seemed to be only 5
locals that frequented the bushes.  Mike seemed to always be in charge
though.  He was big, but not the biggest of the 5.  However, he clearly had
a dominate personality.  You never seen him sucking dick or taking it up
the ass.  It was always others sucking him or getting it up the tailpipe.

   Thanks to Mike's leadership, all of the locals worked like a team.  As
leader, Mike just sat around in the bushes.  He even had his own folding
chair.  Mike seldom had sex with the locals.  Instead, if one of the locals
showed up Mike would have them go into the terminal and find some fresh
meat.  Once they got the person into the bushes Mike and all the locals
that happened to be there at the time would gang up on the person.

   Jacob seen this happen almost every time he visited the bushes.  Most of
the time, the people they brought into the bushes were men.  They were also
usually men that were interesting in fooling around a little.  Most,
however, were not too keen on the idea of being gang banged by 2 to 5 other
men.

   Was it rape?  That was hard to judge really.  Mike and the others didn't
just dog pile most of the guys.  If the guy looked like he was just
interested in a hand job then the local that brought him to the bushes
would work on the guy a little.  The local would eventually get the guy
naked and on his knees sucking dick.

   As soon as he came in the guy's mouth the next local would step in
before the guy could get up.  Many of the men didn't even object to the
maneuver.  If anything, they felt it was their lucky day.  That is until
that 2nd person started working on the guy's asshole.  Many objected at
that point but quieted down once the dick was up their ass for a few
minutes.  Some even enjoyed it after awhile.

   It wasn't until they got a load up their asshole and a 3rd person
stepped in that the guy started really understanding what was going on. 
There wasn't much they could do though.  They were naked and surrounded
usually by at least 3 men.

   If the guy looked like he might be a screamer then they would often dope
him up and possibly even gag him.  Jacob guessed that it was heroin they
used.  He never asked.  He just knew they gave it to them via a needle.

   Most of the men weren't the screaming type.  The locals seemed to focus
mainly on the men wearing wedding bands.  That way the men were usually
more scared of being caught naked in the bushes than they were getting away
from a little gang bang.  They still begged and cried like a baby but they
did it somewhat quietly.

   Jacob not only seen the locals in action on many occasions but had been
one of their victims.  That very first John had been one of Mike's crew. 
After sucking the guy off the rest surrounding him and took his asshole and
mouth over and over for almost 2 hours.  They got a big kick out of Jacob's
cock cage.  However, they could really tell Jacob was special because of
how docile he was.  All they had to do was tell him to do something and he
did it.  Even things they could tell Jacob didn't like doing.  Needless to
say, it was the hardest $5 Jacob had ever earned.

   So, why did Jacob come back?  Money, of course.  After the gang bang,
Mike had a sit down talk with Jacob.  Well, actually it was Mike sitting
while Jacob knelt on the ground and sucked the bigger man's 7-inch dick. 
Jacob would pull his mouth off the dick from time to time to answer Mike's
questions.

   Jacob was amazed at how much Mike had already figured out for himself.
He knew Jacob was someone else's property and even knew Jacob wasn't
necessarily a willing participant in the arrangement.  Mike guessed that
Jacob's master was feeding him drugs, but he was wrong about what type. 
Jacob had no clue what drugs he was taking but he knew they weren't street
drugs.  The drugs even came in fancy containers.

   Mike laughed when he heard why Jacob was whoring himself.  Jacob learned
a bit about Mike and the other locals also.  One of the things he learned
was that they weren't that interested in fucking Jacob or any other guy on
a frequent basis.  If they wanted to do that then they would just go to an
adult theater or simply fuck each other.  No, they liked to hunt and
capture fresh meat.

   Mike then offered something that took Jacob completely by surprise.  He
asked if Jacob wanted to join their little gang.  Mike even promised Jacob
money.  It wasn't until Jacob's second visit to the bushes that he
discovered how he was going to earn that money.  He also quickly learned
that he wasn't going to be treated as an equal member of the gang.

   "How much time does my little girl have today?" Mike asked.

   "One hour," Jacob whispered.

   Jacob knew he was feminine, but he hated being called a girl.  He
especially hated when Mike called him that.  The other locals called him a
girl also but you could tell that they just said it to be mean.  Mike,
however, said it like he truly thought of Jacob as a girl.  It was the same
way Master Robert always said it.

   The mp3 file Jacob always listened too said that it was okay to act like
a girl.  It even told Jacob that he wanted to be a girl.  Jacob was
starting to feel that way but he wasn't quite there yet.  So, whenever he
was called a girl it just reminded him of how much his mind seemed to be
changing into something he knew he really didn't want it to change into.

   "No cage today I see," Mike said as Jacob started to undress.  This got
a blush from Jacob.

   As he undressed, Jacob looked past Mike and seen there was one other
local there.  He was relieved to see that the other local already had a
"victim".  This was good news for two reasons.  First, this meant no one
would focus too much attention on Jacob.  If they didn't have a victim then
the locals often played around with Jacob until one of the other locals
acquired someone.

   They would often fuck Jacob's asshole and throat.  They would also do
other things like make Jacob tongue their assholes.  A few times they even
stuck a fist up his asshole.  They seldom ever came on or in him though. 
The purpose of these games was normally to just keep them hard until their
victim arrived.

   The second, and even more important reason it was a good sign they had a
victim already was because it meant Jacob was going to make a few bucks. 
In addition to gang banging their victims, they also took some of their
money.  They never took it all though.  They always left enough that the
person could buy their tickets and stuff.

   They also had a rule to never take more than $100.  Any more than that
and the person might come back with a weapon to get their money back.  The
rule was seldom needed.  Most of their victims didn't even have $100 on
them.  On average, they got maybe $40 off each victim.  Luckily, Mike
always made sure Jacob got half.

   Jacob had no clue why he got such a large split.  He let them frequently
use one of his cheaper digital cameras.  However, if they wanted they could
have just taken the thing from Jacob.  Heck, if they wanted they could even
make Jacob show up at the bushes and perform for free.

   Jacob could only guess that they didn't really care that much about the
money.  It was also possible they were scared of Master Robert.  They had
never met his master, but Jacob told Mike all about him.  Well, not what he
looked like or anything.  Just the story of how his master trained him.

   Mike seemed fascinated by the story.  He made Jacob tell him the story
from time to time.  Jacob noticed that Mike always got real hard when he
heard the story.  It was also clear to Jacob that Mike wanted to be his
master.  He even asked Jacob once if he wanted to go home with Mike and
live with him.  Mike was often cruel to the Jacob and the victims, but he
was nothing compared to Master Robert.  It was an extremely tempting offer.
However, he knew Master Robert would find him if he ran away.  God only
knows what Master Robert would do to him once he did find him.

   Still, Jacob sometimes fantasized about Mike kidnapping him and becoming
his new master.  As long as Mike kept Jacob locked up or something then he
would have an excuse when Master Robert finally found him.  Jacob was sure
he would still get severely punished but it would be nothing compared to if
he ran away.  The punishment would be worth several weeks away from Master
Robert.  It might even be months before his master found him.  Sure, he
would be locked up and abused by Mike during all that time but it would
probably still feel like a vacation.

   These were just fantasies though.  No way would Jacob ever run away or
even hint that Mike should kidnap him.  Doing so would mean disobeying his
current master.  That was something a slave can never do.  The mp3 file
taught him this.  Master Robert's rawhide strap mentioned it a few times
also.

   "Oh!" Jacob gasped when he felt a hard slap on his bare ass.

   "You were mumbling again," Mike informed him.

   Jacob had spaced out again for about 15 minutes.  The same local was
still getting a blowjob from their latest victim, however, he noticed a
second local had arrive.

   It wasn't uncommon for Jacob to space out and mumble while he was with
Mike.  Mike always made Jacob start fantasizing about leaving Master
Robert. In turn, this always made Jacob start reciting stuff from the mp3
file.

   "You love your master.  You will obey your master.  You will never leave
your master."

   Jacob guessed that it was the pills in combination with the mp3 player
that caused this to happen.  Thankfully, most of it was recited in his
head. What actually came out of his lips was normally just gibberish.

   Jacob blushed as he approached the two other locals.  One was named
Andy. The late arrival was also called Mike.  Only they usually called him
Little Mike so both Mikes would know who they were talking too.  It was
Little Mike that first brought Jacob to the bushes.

   Sometimes they would call the other Mike, Big Mike.  You would think
they would switch the names though since Little Mike had a slightly bigger
dick than Big Mike did.  Jacob figured they selected the names based on
their "rank" in the group and not the sizes of their dicks.

   "How's my slutty girlfriend today?" Little Mike asked.

   This caused Jacob to blush even more.  Not only was he being called a
girl, but in a way the statement was even true.  Every day from 6 p.m.  to
midnight.  was "date time".  What Jacob actually did during these hours was
up to him.  However, before midnight he had to get fucked up the ass at
least once by his date.  The nice thing was that it didn't have to be
different people each night.

   The task wasn't as easy as it sounded.  The requirement was more than
just getting fucked up the ass.  It had to also happen in his bed.  This
required a certain amount of coordination.  It also required Jacob to be
very careful about who he choose.  Letting a random stranger fuck him for
$10 in a public toilet was one thing, but bringing them back to his house
was significantly more dangerous.

   It was more than just physical danger also.  There was also the great
risk that they would take advantage of Jacob's situation.  He was clearly a
sissy boy.  However, a quick blowjob or ass fuck in a restroom or adult
theater didn't really reveal much more than that.  Spending an hour or more
in his house, however, revealed tons more.

   The person might never realize Jacob was a sex slave, but they would
quickly learn how easy it was to manipulate him.  Once they learned that
they could basically take over his whole life.  Therefore he had to be
extremely careful about who he invited over.

   Currently, Jacob had 6 "boyfriends" that he was dating.  He would have
preferred just one but 6 almost guaranteed that he would meet his nightly
deadline.  He probably could get by with just 3 but the fewer he had the
higher the risk none of them would be available sometimes.

   About 8 weeks ago Jacob made the mistake of asking his fellow group
members from the bushes if any of them would want to go on a "date" with
him.  It made perfect sense to Jacob at the time.  All of them knew most of
Jacob's situation anyway.  They all obviously enjoying having sex with men
also.

   Jacob forgot the golden rule though, no romance in the office.  Jacob
was required to have sex with men.  The pills even kind of made him crave
it to some degree.  However, deep down it disgusted him.  Therefore, he
always kept his dates as short as possible.  He normally called his
boyfriends a day ahead of time to schedule the following day's "date".  He
would have them meet him at his house, invite them in, and then head to the
bedroom.  He would get them off real fast and then encourage them to leave.

   It was seldom that easy of course.  He had two boyfriends that always
insisted on going on real dates.  They would go out to bars, restaurants,
normal movie theaters, etc.  These activities were nice and all, but Jacob
still hated doing them.  First, he was constantly having to hold hands with
the boyfriends and even kiss sometimes.  Plus, every minute he was on a
date was a minute he could have spent whoring himself for a little extra
cash.

   Even the other dates weren't that easy.  He could usually get the others
in bed right away but after they climaxed they always wanted to snuggle and
kiss and stuff.  Jacob was getting used to it but in the beginning this
really made his skin crawl.

   The nice thing, however, was that once he got them out of the house he
was done with them.  He wouldn't need to deal with them again until the
next time he invited them over.  That changed when Little Mike took him up
on his date offer.  Now, whenever Jacob visited the bushes he had to deal
with Little Mike.

   Sure, all of the locals that came to the bushes played with Jacob from
time to time.  However, Little Mike treated Jacob kind of like a
girlfriend. If they weren't playing with a victim then Little Mike would
have Jacob sit on his lap so they could kiss and hug.  He also often told
Jacob how much he loved him and how much he liked Jacob's asshole.  He
always expected Jacob to return the compliments.  Only instead of talking
about how much he liked Little Mike's asshole, Jacob would say sweet
nothings about Little Mike's huge dick and how good his cum tasted, etc. 
It was always very humiliating...  especially when all the others would
watch and joke about it.

   What bothered Jacob even more was that unlike his other boyfriends,
Little Mike was well aware that Jacob didn't actually like having sex with
men.  Little Mike knew Jacob only did it because his master ordered it. 
Yet, Little Mike still treated Jacob like an actual girlfriend.

   Jacob put up with it though.  He wasn't sure how it would be once winter
came, but for now the bushes were a very good source of income for him.  He
didn't want to put that income at risk by rejecting Little Mike's
attentions.

   "You know what to do slut," Andy told Jacob.

   Jacob knew exactly what to do.  They had the "victim" at what Jacob
liked to call, stage two.  The first stage was getting the guy into the
bushes and turned on to the point that he would willingly get down on his
knees and suck one of the local's dicks.  Stage two consisted of turning
the guy on even more without letting him cum...  then see if you can get a
dick up his ass or at least suck off a second guy.

   Like war, gang banging an unsuspecting victim is a fluid situation.  You
have to adjust based on how the victim is reacting.  Jacob could
immediately tell that this victim was one of the timid ones.  If you moved
too fast with him then he would panic and possibly try to run off.  They
would still manage to gang bang him but it would mean virtually raping the
guy.  It was a lot more fun, and even kind of a game between them, to see
how far they can get the guy to go on his own.

   For some, Jacob could go straight to rimming the victim's asshole in
preparation for the first local that planned to get up his asshole.  This
guy, however, needed a little more finesse.

   Before he could reach the guy, however, Little Mike stepped in Jacob's
way.  Little Mike held his arms out to Jacob.  Jacob cringed but he didn't
hesitate to walk into Little Mike's embrace.  Jacob pressed the side of his
face into Little Mike's hairy chest and then returned the hug.

   Like usual, Little Mike wasn't satisfied with just the hug.  He used his
right hand to tilt Jacob's head back.  Jacob felt almost ill but he managed
to keep his disgust from showing on his face as he closed his eyes and
opened his mouth slightly in preparation for the kiss he knew was coming.
Sure enough, a second later he felt the bigger guy's lips touch his.

   "God, this is sick," Jacob thought to himself as Little Mike's tongue
entered his mouth.

   Yet, he couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that Little Mike's tongue
dancing around against his own was sending little sparks of excitement to
his dick.  He could feel Little Mike's dick get hard also.

   "I'm going to crash at your place tonight," Little Mike whispered as he
grabbed Jacob's dick and balls.

   That was another problem Jacob had with Little Mike.  He never scheduled
their dates that far in advance.  Sometimes he wouldn't schedule them at
all.  He would just show up.  This was very bad for Jacob since it meant
canceling date plans at the last minute with his other boyfriend he had
scheduled that day.

   The other boyfriends knew from the cock cage, butt plugs, web cams,
etc., that Jacob was a kinky mother fucker.  However, each one thought that
their relationship with Jacob was at least a little exclusive.  They were
sure Jacob fooled around a little but all the canceled dates added up and
quickly painted a completely different picture.  Thus, it made it hard for
Jacob to smooth things over.

   Some were easily appeased by Jacob promising them special activities in
bed.  However, the two that always wanted to go on real dates required a
lot more work.  Jacob would sometimes have to snuggle and whisper sweet
nothings to them for hours sometimes to calm them down.

   "You are the only man for me."

   "I love you with all my heart.  I don't know what I would do without
you."

   "You have the nicest dick I've ever seen and your asshole always tastes
so sweet."

   On and on Jacob would continue as he begged them not to leave him.  It
sickened him to say it but it was nothing compared to the punishments he
would get if he lost too many boyfriends and started failing to meet his
nightly requirement.

   Little Mike gave Jacob another deep kiss before he stepped aside and
gave Jacob a hard "love" smack on the ass.  Little Mike seemed to always
love to give these kinds of smacks.  Especially when Jacob's butt and back
were still red from recent punishments.

   Jacob didn't complain, he was just happy to get out of Little Mike's
grasp.  Instead, he just groaned in pain a little and moved on over to
their latest victim.

   Jacob started out real slow on the guy.  First he just ran his finger's
through the guy's hair and occasionally applied a little pressure to
encourage the guy to suck the dick a little deeper.  The main purpose
behind all of this though was just to get the guy comfortable to
interacting with two guys at once.

   Many of the guys you could just jump straight in and start playing with
their asshole and dicks.  Those men, however, usually already had done
things with 2 men at once or at least fantasized about it a lot.  You had
to start slow and kind of plant those fantasies in the minds of timid guys
like this one.

   "Why don't you play with your dick some," Jacob whispered to the guy.

   The comment got a frown from Andy.  The number one rule was to never let
the victims play with themselves.  This would quickly result in them
climaxing.  And you didn't want that.  Once they weren't horny anymore they
would definitely not be open to having sex with more than one man.  Hell,
you would be lucky if they would continue sucking just one person's dick.
You would have no choice then but to turn it into a full fledged rape.

   Instead, you wanted to keep them horny until the very end after everyone
had drop 2 or 3 loads into the guy.  Even if you had to hold him down for
half of the gang bang most of the victims still wouldn't think they had
truly been raped.  They had been somewhat horny the whole time after all.
Plus, they even climaxed after it was over.  That little doubt, plus the
fear of loved ones finding out what parts they did do willingly, was always
enough to prevent them from going to the cops.  Even when they found part
of their money gone.

   Jacob just ignored the look on Andy's face.  It bothered him that after
all these weeks the guy still didn't think Jacob knew what he was doing.

   When he first approached the guy he could tell the jeans the victim was
wearing were the button type.  Sure enough, in order to get his dick out
the guy not only undid his pants completely but even had to undo his belt.

   Yes, there was a small risk the guy might climax just by stroking his
dick for a few seconds, but in Jacob's opinion it was worth the risk in
order to get the pants undone so easily.

   "Why don't you try playing with his nuts," Jacob whispered to the guy
after letting him masturbate for 30 seconds.

   Sure enough, the guy stopped masturbating and lifted his hand up to play
with Andy's nuts.  This guy was clearly new to sucking dick, so Jacob was
almost 100 percent certain he would stop masturbating in order to play with
the nuts.  His only other option was to use his other hand.  That hand,
however, was wrapped about Andy's dick to help ensure it didn't go too deep
into the guy's throat.  Taking that hand away meant getting deep throated
and no way was this guy ready to volunteer for that yet.

   With the pants completely undone, it was all down hill from here.  First
Jacob started demonstrating different ways the guy could excite Andy. 
First he would demonstrate on Andy and then he would demonstrate on their
timid victim.  It started out as little things like how to tickle the balls
just right.  Then it was rubbing the ass cheeks.

   Within 3 minutes Jacob not only had the guy's pants all the way down but
was licking on the guy's balls.  At this point Jacob stopped giving
instructions.  He just kept on working on the guy.  He slowly went from the
guy's balls to his taint.  Thirty seconds later he was kissing and licking
at the guy's ass cheeks.  He then started letting his tongue slide back and
forth between the ass cheeks.  His tongue kept slowly working deeper and
deeper until he was finally sliding up and down the crack across the guy's
butt hole.

   Some times one of their victims would continue to duplicate the actions
Jacob was "demonstrating".  However, Jacob didn't have to look to know this
guy wasn't.  Only a fag would eat another guy's asshole and Jacob could
tell this victim was barely even bi curious.  Jacob was impressed that the
other group members had even managed to get the guy to come to the bushes
in the first place.

   He also wondered what they would have done had Jacob not arrived when he
did.  A victim this timid would have freaked out the minute a second one of
them started to play with him.  That is where Jacob earned his money. 
Jacob was not only feminine acting but he looked the part also.  He was
only about 145 pounds and at first glance he almost looked female.  He was
far from being considered a threat to their victims.

   Sometimes, the victims would even dump the group member that had brought
them to the bushes and played with Jacob instead.  Everyone in the group
would get a chuckle when this happened.  Well, all but the guy that got
dumped for the sissy boy anyway.

   It always worked out better though when this happened.  Jacob was so
feminine that the victims would often take charge of their own debasement.
All Jacob would have to do is drop little hints here and there.  Like,
"Sir, please don't make me lick your asshole." Hearing it come from Jacob's
sissy mouth, the victim just couldn't help but tell Jacob to do it.

   The others in the group would just sit back and see how depraved Jacob
could get the guy to become.  They would even take bets sometimes.  Once
they felt the victims depravity had peaked then they would finally step in
and get a little rougher with him.

   Jacob not only made it faster to get the victim to that point but often
allowed them to take the guy to levels of perversion that wouldn't have
been possible using other methods.  Not without risking him going to the
authorities later anyway.

   "I can take it from here sugar," Little Mike whispered as he pulled
Jacob out of the way.

   Little Mike grabbed their victim's balls and pulled up.  The guy's ass
quickly rose to relieve the stretching of his nut sack.  Little Mike didn't
stop until the guy was standing.  You could tell that their victim was
aware someone else was manhandling him now.  Thanks to Jacob, the guy was
pretty aroused and didn't give much fuss.  Andy had to hold his head down
on his dick though so he wouldn't stand and try to think things out.

   "See how much you can get down your throat."

   "Lick at the head."

   "Play with my nuts some more."

   Andy kept giving the guy instructions in order to keep his mind busy. 
Usually, if you kept them focused enough on sucking dick they had a hard
time deciding if they should panic about what the second person was doing
at the other end.

   Jacob wrinkled his nose in disgust as he watched Little Mike bend
forward and start eating the guy's asshole again.  Jacob found it almost as
disgusting to watch as it was for him to actually do it himself.  He
guessed the reason it bothered him so much to watch was because unlike
Jacob, Little Mike wasn't "required" to rim the guy.  Little Mike just did
it because he liked too.

   Of all of the guys in their little tag team group, Little Mike was the
only actual homosexual.  The others didn't rim victims or even kissed or
sucked their dicks.  Not that often anyway.  Another dead giveaway was that
on the rare occasion that they got a girl into the bushes, Little Mike was
the only one that never partook.  He would sometimes jack off on the girls
but you could tell he was looking at the other guys' dicks while he did it.

   Jacob knew it was just his own homophobia that made the act look so
disgusting.  The pills and Master Robert's training were making great
strides in getting rid of that homophobia, but Jacob had been that way all
his life.  It was going to take a little longer to completely diminish his
initial reaction to such activities.

   "That looks good," Big Mike said from his chair.

   Jacob blushed.  The statement hadn't been a random remark.  Big Mike had
said it directly to Jacob which meant he wanted Jacob to rim his asshole
also.  Jacob chastised himself for letting his disgust show on his face. 
That was something you never wanted to do around these people.

   The main goal of the gang bangs seemed to be so they could see how much
humiliation and embarrassment they could cause their victims.  Therefore,
if one of them seen a look of disgust on Jacob's face then it all but
guaranteed they would be making Jacob do whatever he had just been looking
at.

   Sure enough, Big Mike pulled his pants down.  He only lifted his butt
off the chair for a second though before sitting back down.  Jacob knew
what this meant.  Big Mike wanted Jacob to beg to lick his asshole.  It was
a game they played with almost all their victims.  After gang banging the
victim they would make the guy or girl do little humiliating tricks.  They
would reward the victim with a piece of clothing each time he performed
well.

   For example, they might have the victim lick everyone's dick clean in
order to get his shirt back.  Then maybe rim someone's asshole for his
pants.  They normally broke the clothes up into at least 4 different
events. They saved the victim's wallet for second to last though in order
to increase the odds he would do at least a few tricks.  The shoes were
always the last item.  They always saved the most disgusting and/or
humiliating task for last also.  It made for good laughter as the victim
struggled to decide how bad he or she actually needed those shoes.  It
didn't matter if the victim actually went for the deal or not.  It was good
entertainment either way.

   Many left their shoes behind though.  If they were good shoes and looked
like they might fit someone in the group then they would keep them. 
However, they normally just waited until the victim started to leave and
then they tossed the shoes at him.  A kind of going away gift.

   While everyone got to fight over the men's shoes, they only let Jacob
have the women's shoes.  It was clear they were just trying to humiliate
Jacob.  It didn't matter much though since usually only the women's shoes
fit him anyway.

   Jacob only ever seen them bring 2 women into the bushes.  However, they
had collected 7 different pairs of shoes for him.  Jacob sometimes wondered
if they were actually getting them from victims and not just going out and
buying them for him.  Especially considering all the shoes fit Jacob
perfectly.

   Some were high heals even and he doubted a woman at a bus station would
be wearing high heals.  At least not the type of woman that you could
persuade to have sex in the bushes with you.

   "Would you like me to lick your asshole?" Jacob asked as he walked over
to Big Mike.

   Big Mike didn't say anything.  He didn't get up either.  Jacob figured
that the comment wasn't humiliating enough and wouldn't work.  He figured
it was at least worth a try.

   "Your asshole always tastes so salty and good," Jacob said as he knelt
down in front of the chair.  "I promise I'll do a good job if you let me
lick it."

   Jacob thought for sure this would work.  Especially considering how red
he could feel his face getting with embarrassment.  It didn't though.  Big
Mike just sat there.

   "Pretty please," Jacob begged as he bent forward and licked at Big
Mike's balls.

   "I want to stick my tongue in you so bad it hurts," he continued.

   To emphasis the comment Jacob let his tongue dance up the side of Big
Mike's hard dick and then poked at the guy's piss hole lightly with the tip
of his tongue.  The whole act was so humiliating that he almost cried.  He
had no choice but to humiliate himself.  If he didn't please Big Mike then
Jacob would end up with a significantly lower cut from whatever they took
from the victim's wallet.

   "I don't know, your boyfriend is standing right over there," Big Mike
said with a smile.

   "Please, I need to taste your asshole so bad," Jacob begged.

   "I guess," Big Mike said as he finally got up and then turned around and
knelt on the chair.  "You better be extra nice to Little Mike tonight
though or he might get upset."

   Jacob swallowed hard when he heard this.  Big Mike made it sound almost
like a joke but Jacob knew it wasn't.  Big Mike had said the comment more
to Little Mike than to Jacob.  He was basically telling Little Mike to take
it hard on Jacob if he didn't get extra nasty on their "date".  It
certainly wouldn't be the first time Little Mike got rough with him.

   A few tears poured from Jacob's eyes but his face was buried too far
into Big Mike's ass crack for anyone else to notice.

   Jacob licked Big Mike's asshole a lot different than he did the victims.
Getting rimmed was a new experience for most of the victims.  Because of
this Jacob often started out slow and worked his way up.  He would spend a
lot of time just lightly fluttering his tongue up and down the crack.  He
would then stop sometimes and give the asshole a nice kiss.

   However, he sometimes waited up to 3 minutes before he would actually
start tonguing the hole.  And even then he would do it in a more teasing
fashion.  The goal of course was to make the victim crave for that tongue
to go deeper.  The tongue never did though.

   Instead, that craving to be further penetrated was not fulfilled by a
tongue but by one of the other group member's fingers.  From the moans and
groans, Jacob could tell their current victim had just learned this little
tidbit of information.  Little Mike had big fingers, but those moans and
groans would get a ton louder once someone started feeding the victim's
asshole some dick.

   Jacob treated Big Mike's asshole almost the opposite.  He still licked
up and down the crack but he did this only to clean it out good.  Big Mike
always told Jacob the man sweat would put hairs on his chest.  Maybe even
make Jacob less of a sissy boy.  Jacob knew it was just teasing but
sometimes he fantasized that it might come true.

   After giving the crack a good cleaning, Jacob dived right in licking as
deep and energetically as he could.  He did this for about a minute before
he could tell the hole was soaked inside and out with his spit.  He then
pulled his tongue out, sealed his lips to the hole and sucked all the spit
back out.  He then swallowed the spit making sure he exaggerated the sound
so everyone nearby could hear it.  He basically kept rinsing and repeating
the process...  no pun intended.

   "I think we better stop before your boyfriend gets jealous," Big Mike
said after 10 minutes.

   The real reason for stopping was because it was time for Big Mike to get
involved with their newest victim.  As Big Mike approached, Little Mike
stepped aside.  Big Mike always got first fuck.  Not only was he the
leader, but his dick was smaller than Little Mike's.

   Every once in awhile you would run across a timid victim like this that
came to them pre stretched thanks to dildos and stuff the victim might have
played with in the past.  Jacob could tell just by licking the victim's
asshole that this guy was not pre stretched.  His asshole was almost surely
virgin territory.

   The guy started to struggle a little when he felt Big Mike's dick
pressing against his hole.  Jacob watched not only the victim's reactions
but Andy's as well.  It was Andy that had to do most of the work to control
the victim.  Andy looked a little worried too.  This meant they were on the
verge of loosing control of the guy.

   "What would they do without me?" Jacob thought as he quickly crawled
over and started playing with the victims dick and balls.

   This action seemed to calm the guy down a little but he was still a bit
agitated.  Jacob was pretty sure that most of this remaining agitation was
just in response to the pain of taking the dick.  Big Mike might not have a
huge dick, but it was still a good size.  Especially for a virgin asshole.

   Luckily, Jacob had a little trick for this exact scenario.  He reached
up with one hand and put it on Big Mike's waist.  He gave it a little push
to let the guy know he should pull back.  With his other hand, Jacob used
his index finger to play with their victim's asshole.  He didn't stick the
finger in that far at all.

   The goal was to get the guy to crave that finger deeper.  Sure enough,
about 30 seconds later the guy started pushing back.  Jacob quickly moved
his finger out of the way and the guy's butt hole bumped into the head of
the big dick instead.  The guy kept pushing back against the dick for a bit
until the pain overtook him again and he backed off.  Jacob was waiting for
this and jumped right back in with his finger.

   Jacob had all kinds of finger movements he would use that always got the
victims pushing back against that dick over and over.  They always pushed a
little harder each time also.

   His favorite trick was to use his fingernail and just ultra lightly
scratch around the rim of the victim's asshole.  This often caused the
victim's asshole to itch a little and man did this ever get them pushing on
that dick.  Jacob saved this trick for last on this victim so the guy
wouldn't accidentally hurt himself.

   The others in the group didn't seem to care if the victim bled a little,
but Jacob did.  This was just the first of many ass fucks this guy would
get before they let him leave the bushes.  If he hurt his hole now then it
would be pure agony for all the rest of his time there.  Not that it would
be enjoyable if he wasn't hurt.  Jacob still felt obligated to make the
experience as less traumatic as possible for the victims.

   It took about 5 minutes of this before the head of Big Mike's dick
finally popped inside the guy's asshole.  Big Mike didn't mind the wait. 
He would have been satisfied with just forcing the dick up the victim's
asshole.  However, it was even hotter just standing there and letting the
guy debase himself further by willingly bucking back at the dick.

   "No, wait!" their victim said with alarm as Big Mike started to sink
deeper.

   "Don't worry, I have a condom on," Big Mike said with a chuckle.

   Safe sex was probably on the victims list, but it certainly wasn't the
number one concern.  The number one concern was clearly the discomfort of
taking such a huge object up his recently virgin asshole.

   Jacob didn't bother to try pushing back on Big Mike's hip.  He knew the
guy wasn't going to stop.  Once the head was in you needed to keep it in.
Otherwise the guy would just tighten up again.  And since you had to stay
in anyway to loosen the victim up width wise, you might as well start
stretching the guts out length wise as well.

   Big Mike got about 4 inches up the guy's asshole before their victim
made the classic mistake of reaching back with his hands to stave off the
intrusion.  Andy rewarded the guy by shoving his dick deep into their
victim's throat.  The guy gagged on the dick which made him flex his
asshole and give Big Mike an even easier penetration.  The dick stayed deep
in the guy's throat for only a few seconds before the victim moved his
hands forward again to hold Andy back some.

   Both Andy and Big Mike laughed at this.  Almost all of the victims
responded this way, yet they found it funny every time they seen it.  If
you were lucky you had a good view of the victim's eyes.  Then you could
see how bad they wanted to reach back and stop that dick from going deeper,
yet unable to remove their hands from the person trying to fuck their
throat.

   It was all instinct.  The need to breath greatly outweighed the need to
stop the pain.  Many of the victims couldn't even control their bodies
enough to reach back with just one hand let alone two.  All their brains
could process was the need to keep that dick from going any deeper.

   It was a lot like watching someone drown.  You would think a drowning
person would scream for help and splash around like crazy.  Even movies
depict drowning this way.  However, drowning was often nothing like that.
People just go quiet and push down with their hands and feet as though they
are trying to reach something below.  Someone could drawn 10 feet from you
and you would probably never notice.  The actions were just pure instinct.
Just like the victim's actions currently were.

   Big Mike got 5 inches up the guy's tailpipe before he stopped.  He then
held it deep like that and let the guy adjust to it.

   "That's a good boy," Big Mike whispered as their victim slowly stopped
struggling and groaning.

   To help calm the victim even further, Big Mike let his finger tips
lightly slide up and down the guy's back.  Every so often he would let one
of his hands slide under the guy and play with his dick or pinch his
nipple. The goal was not just to calm the guy down but to actually get him
turned on again.

   How long this took varied from victim to victim.  Some got turned on
right away.  Others took 5 to 10 minutes or never got turned on at all. 
Despite his virgin status, this victim surprisingly only took about 4
minutes.

   It was easy to tell when the victim was turned on because they would
suck the dick a little more energetically and even hump back slightly on
the dick in their ass.  This guy only humped back and forth about 1 inch,
but it was still exciting to watch.

   "You want that dick now don't you?" Big Mike said with a chuckle.

   Their victim didn't try to answer verbally.  He didn't need to though.
You could tell by how red his face was getting from embarrassment that the
statement was true.

   Big Mike didn't make the victim wait long.  He grabbed the guy's hips
tight and slowly pulled his dick all the way back until only the head was
inside.  He then slowly pushed it back in.  Only this time he fed the guy
the full 7 inches.  Big Mike pulled the dick back again before the guy
could start to protest about the extra 2 inches.  It was a much faster
withdraw than last time also.  And so was the next push forward.  By the
10th insertion, Big Mike was going full speed and their victim had
completely changed his mind about wanting that dick in him.  This was even
funnier to the group than when the guy had craved the dick just a minute
earlier.

   The guy kept groaning but Big Mike knew he wasn't causing any serious
pain.  No more than the initial insertion anyway.  Their victim was just in
a little shock at getting fucked up the ass for the first time.  He would
quiet down by the 3rd dick.  Partly because he would tire out by then, but
mostly because the 2nd dick would be Little Mike.  Their victim would stay
vocal and maybe even get louder when Little Mike started pushing inside. 
Little Mike was only an inch longer but his dick was a good 2.25 inches
thick.  After that experience, anyone else's dick would seem like child's
play to the guy.

   Surprisingly, Jacob was allowed to just sit back and watch all the
action.  Normally, anyone waiting in line would play around with Jacob a
little.  Little Mike was leaving him alone though for a change.  Jacob
could only guess that the guy was holding himself back so he would have
more passion for his "girlfriend" during their date later that night.  It
made Jacob sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

   "Shit!" Jacob said when he looked at his watch and seen that it was
already 3:15 p.m.  "I better be going."

   The truth was that he could have probably stayed longer.  A part of him
even kind of wanted to stay and see how everything progressed with the
victim.  However, it didn't look like they needed Jacob any more on this
guy and he wouldn't be able to stay and see all the good parts near the end
anyway.  So, it was better to leave early than late.  Besides, if he got
back to the park early enough he might be able to make $5 or $10 off a John
there.  Not that it was wise to do much business that close to the school.

   Little Mike knelt down and took the victim's wallet out of his pants. 
The guy didn't even notice.  He thumbed through it and pulled out two crisp
20 dollar bills.

   Jacob's smile got big and his eyes lit up when Little Mike held out the
$40 to Jacob.  This was significantly more than Jacob felt he had earned.
He expected maybe $15 at most for so little work.

   "I love you," Jacob whispered into Little Mike's ear as he took the
money and gave the larger man a hug and kiss.

   It embarrassed Jacob to make the statement but he knew Little Mike
expected it.  If he failed to say something like that then the next payout
would be much smaller.  Plus, Jacob had to admit that part of him had
gotten caught up in the moment.  He didn't really love Little Mike but for
a second the generosity had caused a brief flutter in Jacob's heart.

   -- continued -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything
mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep
most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can
and probably would cause severe damage. 
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