I climbed off the pallets and she put a fitness bracelet on my wrist. She connected it to her smartphone and then opened the cock cage and took it off. In its place, she put a kind of bracelet there, as well. She attached it to the root of my cock. Suspiciously, I just let her get on with it. After all, I had told myself to just go with it and do everything Babette wanted so she would give Michelle a positive report of my efforts. But when I had made my mind up about it, I’d had no idea how much Babette would push me to my limits.
She started by showing me what to do. Jumping jacks were up first: Clapping my hands over my head, and jumping while spreading my legs. My cock dangled wildly during the exercise. Then running in place, jumping up and down and doing squats. Soon, I was out of breath again. When she made me do even more squats, my strength started flagging. Babette took a small box with a stub antenna from her belt and pressed a button. At first, I only felt a tingling sensation on my soft tissues. But the longer she pressed the button the stronger the current became. Soon my cock was twisting under painful electric shocks.
“Don't wimp out now,” she barked.
Suddenly, I had the strength to stand up again. She released her finger from the control unit and the tingling stopped.
“My little motivator,” Babette explained laughing.
After the squats, we jogged around the lake together. She ran beside me without exerting herself, while I desperately tried to keep her pace. In spite of my distress, I found the time to watch her jiggling boobs. Sweaty all over and gasping for air, I stopped when she stopped. She stood on a rock and threw a stick at the water in a high arc.
“Get the stick,” she shouted.
I ran into the lake and swam to reach the stick. The cool water did me good. But my legs hurt from the exertions. I struggled my way through the water and fetched the wooden stick. Back on the shore, I wanted to hand it to her, but she said:
“A puppy like you takes the stick in his mouth and offers it to his mistress.”
I took the stick between my teeth, trying to keep up my attitude and got on my knees in front of her. Then I looked up at her. As a reward she patted my cheek. I really felt like an obedient pet already. She threw the stick into the lake one more time. Again, I ploughed through the water and fetched the stick. This time, I took it between my teeth as I swam to the shore with strong pulls. On all fours, I robbed to her and looked at her, hoping that she was satisfied with me. At least she smiled before she repeated the game a third time. I wasn't an experienced swimmer and the whole thing became increasingly exhausting. But she also seemed to think that I was humiliated enough, having to retrieve a stick like a dog. I was still not allowed to stand up when we walked back to the containers, however. That made it difficult to keep up with her. But a quick hit with the whip drove me to hurry. Weary and wet, like a poodle in the rain, I was allowed to take a breather for a few minutes while she drank a bottle of water and played with her smartphone. Then she took a picture of me.
“Greetings from Michelle. She wishes us lots of fun and she likes the picture.”
I imagined that I looked pretty exhausted. But at least Michelle could see that I was making an effort. Babette rose and led me, on all fours of course, to a bush behind the containers. I saw a kind of obstacle course. The first station was climbing over a net fastened from thick ropes between two trees. Then came three hurdles with increasing height. Behind the last one was a pool of water, actually it was more like a mud hole. Wires were stretched over it so I had to crawl through. Then came a hill, with wooden steps leading to the top. At the end, a rope was stretched between two poles to traverse hanging from one’s hands, while making sure not to fall into healthily proliferating nettles underneath. Babette gave me time to look at this course and its challenges.
“Well-trained guys manage it in three minutes. I'll give you five. Every second longer has painful consequences, as you know.”
A violent blow with the crop over my back was the starting signal. On my hands and knees, I ran to the net of ropes. While trying to climb it, I felt how exhausted I was already. But two hard slaps with the crop gave me new strength.
“Now come on, you pussy! Up, up, faster.”
I managed to get myself over the top and dropped down on the other side rather than climbing. I fell into the sand, which was littered with stones. Babette dragged me to my feet and literally kicked my ass with her boot to drive me on. The first hurdle, which consisted of a large stone, wasn’t that hard to jump over. The second, however, was a branch fastened crosswise on two posts, fixed about a meter off the ground. Running up to it, I somehow managed to get over it. But then stumbled over the rope, which was stretched between two trees. I collided with the hard ground, pain exploding in my shoulder.
“Stay down. Crawl on!”
Her voice sounded like a drill sergeant in the barracks.
I crawled to the mud hole and dived into the dark broth. Like a reptile, I wriggled my head under the water, under the wires. Towards the end, I ran out of breath. Just in time, I managed to come up for air, gasping and spluttering.
“Stay down. Faster! Faster, faster!”
Back on my hands and feet I crawled up the steps to the hill. Electric surges motivated me. Another set of stairs led down the hill on the other side. Panting I remained at the top, until I felt the suspicious tingling on my cock again. Quickly, I jumped up and ran to the rope over the nettles. With my last strength I jumped up and held on to it. I struggled along, clinging to the rope. My feet touched the nettles. Several times I thought that my strength would just collapse, and I would fall into the nettles, but somehow, I mobilized the last reserves and made it to the other side. There, I let myself plop down and crawled to the starting point. Panting, I lay there.
“Five minutes and twelve seconds. For a pussy like you, not bad at all,” Babette praised me.
By my hair, she dragged me to the pallets, where I got the due dozen blows with the crop. Almost unconscious from exhaustion, I endured the punishment silently.
Then it was finally over. Dusk was approaching, and it was getting quite cold. I was covered in mud from head to toe, and my hair were stuck together. Grinning, she took some photos of me in my miserable condition. I had to stand at the container and she sprayed me with a water hose. The cold water made me come back to life. It also shrank my cock to a point where she could lock it up again without any problems. With trembling fingers, I dressed myself. My ass burned like fire and all of my joints hurt.
"Tomorrow at six o'clock. Be on time," she said by way of goodbye.
Totally exhausted, I staggered up the road to my car. But somehow, I was proud to have met the challenge. At home, I found a message from Michelle. She had attached a picture of me waiting in front of the container full of dirt and mud. I looked pathetic. But she only texted:
I am proud of you. Keep it up! It will be so worth it for you.
The next day, I ached terribly everywhere. But I still managed to get up and go to work. Of course, I met curious Dorit in the underground garage. When she asked me what the hell I had been up to, I just mumbled something about endurance training. All day long I was afraid of the evening. Nevertheless, I was at the gate on time. I closed it carefully behind me and walked down the road to the containers. There was also a group of young women who were trained by Babette for money and voluntarily. All wore only very scarce and multicolored sports-clothes and firm sneakers. However, Babette treated them much more humanely than me. After the group training, the women showered in the rear container, which I assumed was equipped for this purpose. There was a water reservoir on the roof, which the sun shone on during the day. So they had warm water, even if I did not. The group looked at me curiously, as I stood there, scared, at the place Babette had instructed me to stand. But at least Babette waited until the women had gone before I had to undress. The training was at least as cruel as the day before. Today she drove me through the course three times until I had managed it in less than five minute
s. Every lap she yelled at me. She also used the "motivator" extensively. With the push-ups, I was told to kiss her boots each time, but I still go whacked over the bottom with the crop.
Then she threw a red boule ball in a deep muddy pond. Wading on hands and knees, I had to fish it out and bring it to her. The only way to transport the ball in my position was to clamp it between my thighs. That made moving even more difficult and certainly looked humiliating. She liked the game, and so she made me fish the ball from the mud at least a dozen times. She filmed me again and again to her obvious amusement. At the end, I had to go on a long run, during which she accompanied me on a cross bike to drive me on. I really enjoyed the final water shower. As I dragged myself up to my car, I wondered if I could really do this to myself for several more days. But my testicles itched when I thought about how Michelle would spoil them with her mouth.
Friday brought a strange surprise. After she had hosed me off, like every day, she let me stay on the pallets to dry. Then she took a shower herself in the container. I enjoyed the peace and quiet and the fact that nobody yelled at me or pushed me to exertion. She had already put the cock cage back on, and so she could take her time without having to fear that I was playing with myself.
When she came out of the container, she only wore a towel wrapped around her hip. Otherwise, she was naked. I admired her magnificent breasts and her muscular and athletic body. When she stood directly in front of me, she let the towel slide down. My jaw literally dropped. Suddenly, some things became very clear to me. Her dark voice, the noises I’d heard from the session with Leone's fag and her strong physique. I had read about the so-called third sex, of course, as it was well accepted in some parts of Asia. Her little cock was undoubtedly real.
"Do you like it?"
Unable to say anything, I just nodded so as not to annoy her.
"You may touch it."
Of course, I did nothing of the sort.
"You promised Michelle to do everything I said," she explained with her male voice.
Or should I say “he” now? I was confused. Something fascinated me about the sight of her little cock, however, and her little testicles. Especially when combined with her splendid breasts. That was all very... well, erotic.
"But that was only related to the sport.”
"Well, then we'll train for another hour or two."
All but not that. My limbs hurt and my exhaustion just would not allow that. So why touch it, just for a second? I let myself sink on my heels and took her/his little cock in my hand. Immediately it reacted and stiffened. It was an unfamiliar and strange sensation to feel another penis while it was stiffening.
"Stroke it."
I closed my hand around the short shaft and started jerking it off. It didn't get any longer, but thicker. An about four-inch-long, circumcised stumpy cock with a diameter of about two inches. Babette grinned at me. This was where I should have ended it, but I was too powerless to refuse her. I was trapped in the submissive and obedient role I had been adopting towards her for days.
"Give it a kiss."
I hesitated, but then I bent over and kissed the tip of her little cock, which she held out to me with her hand. Her glans was soft and warm and did not taste unpleasant either. I didn't fight back when she grabbed me by the hair and forced it into my mouth.
"Suck it. Run your tongue over it."
I still don't know why I did it, but I obeyed her request. I was under her spell. Trapped in a space of obedience and humiliation that excited me. The penis tasted of nothing. I sucked and sucked on it. She pushed it deeper into my throat. When she touched my palate, I had to suppress a gag reflex. But she did not release my head from her firm grip. Slowly she began to fuck my mouth.
"You are being such a good faggot," she said, as if praising me. "You like that, don’t you? You like to suck cock?”
I managed an inarticulate grunt. Her movements became faster and I realized that she would cum in my mouth if she ejaculated. But even then, I did not find the strength to pull away. I let it happen.
"You will swallow everything nicely, you hear? Little queers, like you need that.”
I gave an approving sound, because she grabbed my hair painfully tight. With hard thrusts, she penetrated my throat. There were smacking and drooling noises. Then she actually came in my mouth. Her hot juice shot down my throat. I coughed and choked, hardly got any air. But she held me in her firm grip until the last drop was out of her cock. Only then did she withdraw. I swallowed and shook myself. Then she went to the table under the awning. Ashamed and humiliated I stared at her. Her firm butt wiggled as she walked. She gave me water to drink and stroked my hair.
"You will get used to swallowing without choking. For the first time, you were not so bad at all."
I didn't intend to get used to sucking cocks but was silent. She dismissed me, and I was in a hurry to get away.
At home, there was no mail from Michelle. I wanted to tell her that I would never go back to Babette's again. But when I called her, I only reached the mailbox. I had to talk to someone, though. So, it was down to Bastian.
"Hello Bastian, I feel terrible.”
What's the matter, Daniel? Too much sport?
"If only that were it. Imagine Babette is a tranny."
He didn't seem surprised.
I know, Daniel. She showed me her thing once at a party.
I was perplexed. Why didn't he tell me anything? But now was not the time to reproach him.
"Imagine, she forced me to give her a blowjob."
Forced? Like with a gun to your head?
"No, of course not. But she demanded it of me."
And you obeyed?
"Yes, what else should I have done?”
I suddenly realized that I hadn’t even tried to say no.
You could have refused, Daniel. But obviously the task was not that unpleasant for you.
"Of course, it was. It was disgusting. I don't know why I went along with it.”
Because it turned you on? Because you were so fascinated that you wanted it.
"No Bastian. No, it wasn't like that.”
But I wondered if he was right, after all.
Babette asked you to suck her cock and you did. I think you should be happy if she doesn't tell Michelle. I don't think Michelle likes cocksuckers, Daniel.
"But I only obeyed this Asian witch because Michelle wanted me to and..."
Michelle certainly didn't expect you to go that far. Listen: No man sucks another man's cock if he doesn’t like it in some way. That's the way it is, and it won't increase Michelle's respect for you.
I was shocked and silent. Then I heard a gurgle through the phone.
"Is someone there with you, Bastian?” I asked, frightened.
Yes, a friend. She likes the thought of men sucking cock.
Unpleasantly embarrassed, I ended the conversation quickly. I absolutely had to talk to Babette and make sure she didn't tell Michelle about the little incident. I’d get a chance for it soon, too. She had ordered me to the quarry for 6 a.m. on Saturday.
The Deflowering
Early in the morning at six, I waited outside the gate for Babette. But she took her time. It was after eight o'clock that I finally heard her motorbike thrumming up. She told me to open the gate and drove down the road. I followed on foot. She was wearing tight jeans, cut off high so I could see her buttocks. Her naked, beautiful legs stuck in long boots. Her tight tank top showed off her breasts all too clearly. Today, I immediately noticed the suspicious bump in her tight trousers. She obviously hadn’t bothered to hide her appendage this time. While I was undressing, she grabbed her crotch and stroked herself there. All her inhibitions seemed to be gone. When I stood naked in front of her, the bulge in the tight jeans was a lot bigger and more obvious.
"How is my little faggot today?" she asked. She sounded so vulgar.
"Thank you, everything’s fine. But I would like to ask for something, mistress.”
She raised her
eyebrows, starting to open her fly.
"Did you get the taste? Can't wait to have it in your mouth again?"
I shook my head energetically.
"No, I want you to promise me that Michelle won't hear about it."
She grinned maliciously.
"Oh, someone is ashamed of his inclinations?" She stopped for a pause, as if to think. Then she added: "Okay. But only if you are particularly well-behaved today. Then it remains our little secret, understood?”
"Yes, mistress. I’ll do whatever you want. But please don't say a word to Michelle."
Babette placed me on hands and knees on the pallets and fixed my hands and feet with ropes. I let her do without raising any protest. With my thighs wide apart, I felt very vulnerable and ashamed in front of her. The feeling increased even more when she rubbed my anus with a cool cream. I knew what was coming and wondered if I should protest now, but I was silent. I was almost a little curious what it would feel like to be taken that way. While masturbating, I had put something in my ass from time to time and enjoyed it very much. But afterwards, I had always been ashamed of myself.
Babette stood in front of me and opened her zipper slowly and provocatively. Her semi-rigid cock sprung out and against my face.
"Make it hard.”
I bent over and took her cock in my mouth. Sucking and sucking I made it grow to its full size. She walked around me and I could feel how she positioned her hard shaft against my anus. When I tried to evade, she grabbed me by the balls and held me in a firm grip. Then she pushed her short but thick cock into my asshole. It hurt very much at the beginning.
"Relax. Just accept it, just let it happen."
I tried to relax. It really did make things easier. She pushed herself further inside of me and I uttered a muffled scream, similar to those the boy had made in her apartment. Now she grabbed my hips and pushed herself all the way in. She withdrew and thrust back in. It was humiliating, being taken that way. But it also excited me. Her thrusts became harder. With every push I exhaled a sharp scream.
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