Perverts 'R' Us

Yes, My Little Mistress - Chapter 5

By LoveEm Young ( m/m, teen, f/M, fem/dom, pedo, ws, anal )

As I was swallowing my gorgeous 12-year-old Mistress' golden offering, I couldn't help but reflect back to when I had become an "ass-whore"...

*****

It was in my freshman year in high school. I wasn't a very big kid, but I'd always loved football. When I saw the notice on the bulletin board for tryouts for the 9th grade football team, I was thrilled. I figured, what the heck, maybe I can be a defensive back or something.

I showed up the next afternoon with my brand new football cleats that I'd talked my mom into buying...even though she was scared to death that "those big boys will hurt you, sweetie." When I got to the field, I couldn't believe how big all the other kids were. I didn't remember them being this big last year in middle school. The coach took one look at me...all 5'1" and 90lbs of me...and started laughing.

"What is it you are here for, little one?" he said.

I turned bright red and almost started crying. "I want to play football coach."

"I'm sorry, you are just too small, you'd get creamed out there, and then I'd have to explain to your mommy why I let you on the field in the first place. I'll tell ya what…" he said, going on, "we'll need a towel boy, and then you can sit on the bench with the players during the game."

I said, "okay" as I hung my head while all the other kids laughed.

So there I was every day at 6th period, handing out towels in the shower and cleaning up after all the bigger kids that got to be on the team. I also had to bring them water during practice and pick up all the balls after.

During our second week of practice, this kid named Patrick Michaels grabbed me by the neck after his shower and told me to dry him off. Patrick was our defensive end and he was like 6'3" and about 230. He was the biggest black kid I'd ever seen...as I hadn't seen too many black people at all in my short life. All the black kids were bussed into our school from across town because they were getting a new high school, but it was going to be about 2 or 3 more years before it was finished.

Patrick was also one of the meanest kids on the team. He seemed to get a thrill out of knocking some poor kid's head off and laughing about it, so I tried not to take too long in assessing my options. I could yell "FUCK OFF", but I doubt it would have gotten me anything but a really big fist in the face and a lot of laughter from the other football players present. I could try to break free of his grasp and run for my life, but it was a long way to the door...and besides Patrick was between the door and me. So I did something that would forever become the trademark of my life...I took the easy way out and toweled off his huge body.

Fortunately...for me at least...that was all Patrick wanted...Then! A few days later he waited around until the locker room emptied out and I was busy picking up wet towels and smelly jocks when I hear Patrick come up behind me. "Sure did a nice job drying me off the other day, Stevie."

I thanked him and hoped he would just go away...no such luck. "I got another job for you today, Stevie." I stood up and turned around and there he stood with his huge, black cock in his hand, rubbing it.

"Patrick, please."

"You don't have to say please, Stevie, I'm happy to oblige."

I could see that he was in no mood to be argued with. "What do you want, Patrick?" I said, dreading his answer...especially since his cock was about chest level to me as it was.

"You just need to dry me off again."

"Oh my God," I thought. "He just wants another toweling off."

So I grabbed a clean towel, but he made it perfectly clear that it wasn't a towel he wanted to be dried off with. He grabbed me by the neck and led me into the equipment room. I knew, since it was after 6th period, that we wouldn't be interrupted...as much as I wished a coach would walk in right then.

When we got to the equipment room he closed and locked the door and I knew at that moment that I was in for one hell of a long 4 years in high school. Patrick sat down in a chair and told me to get on my knees and dry him off properly...with my tongue. Even though my logical mind was telling me that it made no sense, it was obvious that all the logic in the world wasn't going to help me now.

"I'm gonna make you my little bitch, Stevie. You are gonna be spending a lot of time gettin' to know this slab of meat."

With that I knew my fate was sealed and I dropped to my knees and replaced his hand with mine. I stroked his cock a couple of times and, when he told me to, I bent my head and took it into my mouth. Fortunately, for me, Patrick was nice that day and allowed me time to get used to this new activity. I would soon find that this level of niceness wouldn't be the norm.

The next day was pretty much a repeat of the previous and Patrick told me that from now on I was to be in the equipment room, naked and waiting for him after I cleaned up the locker room.

The following few days were as before, except it became more of a daily face fuck than a blowjob. Patrick got into a rhythm of grabbing my hair and using my mouth and throat like a pussy on a daily basis. The only saving grace was that he kept this as "our little secret" and I wasn't about to argue with that logic. The following week when he walked into the room and locked the door, a feeling of imminent doom came over me. He stood in front of me holding a jar of Vaseline. I prayed that he just wanted my throat to be nice and slick for his 10 inches of meat, but in my gut I knew that wasn't the case.

"Time for me to make you my real bitch, Stevie." A tear ran down my face as I pleaded with him not to do this. As usual he just laughed and I turned around and bent over a bench and waited to become his butt-fuck cum dump. "Open up, bitch" he said and when I opened my mouth he stuck his dirty jock strap in to keep me quiet - not that anyone would have heard anyway, since I'm the last out and I lock up the gym when I leave.

I felt his big fingers with the cool Vaseline start to rub around my shit hole. Then he entered me with first one, then two fingers to open me up. When he finally felt I was ready he jabbed the head of his now rock hard cock into my ass.

Fortunately he, once again, went slowly that first time, telling me "You better get used to this baby-maker quick, Stevie cause this nice slow stuff don't do it for me." I though I was going to pass out and vomit all at the same time as he slid all 10 inches into my ass. I think the vomit part was from the jock strap though. After I felt his massive balls rest up against my ass crack, he stopped and rested to allow me to get used to the invasion. No such luck I'm afraid. His assault of my once virgin asshole started in earnest after that...actually, I'm not too sure about the virgin part...does a hairbrush handle or coke bottle count? Needless to say, it wasn't the first thing up my ass, but by one hell of a long shot, it was the biggest.

The first few times went about the same until one day it got to feeling OK. From then on, my high school years were filled...pun intended...mouth and ass with a lot of Patrick Michaels' cock. Fortunately, he was true to his word and never told anyone else, so outside of the gym I was actually able to have a relatively lively dating life with the girls...although sometimes they wondered aloud as to why I seemed to be having trouble sitting for long periods of time.

In my senior year I met Donna...Kelly's mom...and fell madly and hopelessly in love.

*****

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole?" Mistress brought me back to reality with a sharp slap to the side of my head when I let her piss start to go on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress...I'll clean it up...please forgive me."

"You fucking-A-right you'll clean it up...with your fucking tongue...now get to licking, useless. I bent down and licked up the mess I'd allowed. I knew it wouldn't bode well for me, but I was going to have to tell Mistress Jennifer about my years as a butt toy and allow her to use this information in whatever way she chose.

When I was finally finished licking up the floor, I crawled behind Mistress back to the living room. Once there I said, "Mistress Jennifer."

"What fuck face?"

"As much as I know it's going to hurt me in many ways, I must relate to you a story that happened back in high school....."