The next day I slept in. When I finally roused after 10am, my stomach dropped when I saw a text message from Mel.
"I enjoyed our date last night Petey. Hope you had a fun walk home. I'll see you soon." There was an attachment, which played a video of him laying me down the bed and fucking me. Mel had made another video of me last night, again without me even being aware- his phone must have been propped up somewhere to record both of us. Like the first video, it hid Mel's face while capturing mine. This one was even worse than the last, because it showed how much I wanted it. Wanted to be butt-fucked. I watched in horrified fascination - my legs wrapping around him, my hands squeezing on his big hairy ass cheeks like a whore, bucking my hips into him invitingly. My face buried between his drooping hairy chest or in his armpits, licking eagerly.
I looked down at myself under the covers, and saw my bedspread tenting up. The video of my degradation made me rock hard. I whipped off my bed covers and looked at my shaven, naked body, the bite marks ringing around my nipples, the hickeys on my neck. Where Mel had defaced me. Past my hairless belly and bare crotch, to my modest but achingly erect penis standing up straight.
It was as if over these past two encounters, Mel had recoded my sexuality so that all I wanted was abuse and humiliation from big-bellied, nasty old men with big cocks. I paused the video at a moment where his hulking, hairy body was pinned over mine, crushing me, and it looked like he was a giant and I was a little weakling. As if I was watching a porno of some tiny chick getting plowed by a huge, hairy-shouldered old man. The contrast made me swoon with lust, knowing that it was my little body being plundered under his immense, sweating form. I leaned the phone against some pillows so I could play with my nipples with my free hand. As I jerked off I thought of Mel's cock in me and also the Eastern European man who had pissed on me in the alley, who had beaten and robbed me to teach me a lesson. I wondered what his big uncut cock looked like hard.
I came in four thick, roping strands all over my belly and chest. I slowly got out of bed, but I didn't rush to clean myself, nor did I get dressed. I had a strange thought. What would Mel want me to do at this moment? He'd want me to walk around bare ass, bare ass naked in my own apartment splattered with cum. It was out of character for me, I was generally modest. But that morning as I slowly pulled myself together, making coffee, eating breakfast, answering a few work emails and eventually cleaning the cum off of me, I remained nude. Curtains open. All because I had the perverse feeling that Mel would want me to remain naked even when alone.
I kept getting caught in mirrors, looking at the bite marks around my nipples, the ridiculous hickeys all over my neck, and the bright red handprints still stinging my backside from Mel's brutal spanking, as well as the stamp bearing his name and declaration of ownership on my right butt cheek. Each time my hard little dick would pulse achingly, and I would get distracted, feel myself up for a bit in the mirror, but I resisted jacking off again, instead maintaining this hopeless horniness.
At around 1:00pm I decided to go to the gym. Again that insidious thought took shape in my mind- what would Mel want me to wear at the gym? Certainly not my usual relatively modest ensemble. In place of the usual t-shirt and shorts, I packed the skimpiest clothes I had. The shorts I only wore running, which had a slit in the middle and only covered about an inch of my leg, exposing almost all of my muscular thigh. The shirt was even more out of character - it was a bright neon-green tang-top meant only for running outdoors in hot weather. The tang-top went low, exposing the sides of my by body all the way down to my hips, as well as my nipples. Once I saw how ridiculous it looked, I had never worn it but been too lazy to return it, burying at the back of my drawer. The coup de gras - in place of underwear to wear at the gym, I packed a jockstrap, a holdover from my football days. It took up half the space in my gym bag than my regular outfit- I was going to be wearing half the clothing that I usually wore.
As I walked to the gym I had a raging hard-on. The gym would be relatively crowded with men on their lunch break, different than the guys I saw when I worked out in the evening.
When I say the men at the gym, I mean men. I had picked this gym after moving to my apartment two years ago, it was the most convenient and cheaper than the big chain gym I had been going to previously. It was a little more rundown, didn't have classes or even physical trainers, hardly any staff besides someone at the front, but the price was right. I had only seen a woman there once or twice - otherwise it was all men, and the population skewed a little older and just a bit more salt of the earth than the yuppies at my old chain gym.
After I swiped my fob, I passed through the mostly empty gym floor only a few guys were working. I picked a spot in the middle of the locker room and laid out my purposefully humiliating clothes. Clothes that would make me look not like a normal guy, but as an exhibitionist, a sexually receptive queer
I decided to put my gym bag in the locker first and then slowly strip naked, again imagining how Mel would want me to do things. Once completely bare ass, I put each item in the locker as well. As I slowly got ready, I noticed men's eyes on my bare body. I got some amused smirks from my shaven, love-bruise covered body and my clearly spanked red bottom.
"Wow a full shave, huh?" A short man with curly white hair was looking at me. He was perhaps in his late 50s and was packing up his squash equipment.
"Yes Sir." I chirped out automatically. This made him laugh. He paused then walked over to me. I stood there passively as he ran his hand up my bare legs, then poked his fingers into both of my underarms, making me flinch. He was much shorter than me, a skinny old bird, but he had a domineering attitude and I just let him feel me up, staring ahead nervously like I was being examined by a doctor. I noticed that his tan hands were coated in wiry white hair.
"Damn, legs too. And your pits." I just nodded as he fingered around my pits, then rubbed my chest, his hands grazing over my nipples, making me gasp. He laughed at my reaction, keeping his hand on my body, rubbing my stomach or the tops of my hamstrings were hair should be.
"I mean the bush is one thing, but, the whole body, wow. Is that common among guys your age then?" He asked, caressing where my happy trail should be on my stomach.
"Not really, Sir." I admitted, causing him to chortle.
"So you're just a very special little boy then, I guess." He said, winking. He then lightly slapped my bare butt as he walked out of the gym, chuckling to myself. I felt my face go even redder, being called a little boy by a man whose head barely came up to my chest.
I quickly got dressed. His teasing and the liberties he had taken with my naked body had gotten my little dick hard. I had wanted to expose myself and get attention, but full mast in the locker room could get me in trouble. I was quickly dressed, though my purposefully skimpy clothing did little to disguise my erection.
I went to the room in the corner of the gym where there were squatting racks and other leg equipment. I was going to work out my legs and glutes, and started with squats. I knew Mel would want me working out my ass for him.
As I was adding weights to the squat rack, a solidly-built older man with a shaved head approached me from behind. He was a bit shorter than me but much wider.
"What is that, son, a jockstrap?" He asked with an amused leer on his pock-marked face.
He placed his hand on to my shoulder, holding me in place. I saw our reflections in the mirror, and he gestured at my backside. My gym shorts were riding low, exposing the striped strap of my jock as well as the top of the cleft between my cheeks.
"Yes Sir, it is." I looked at our reflections as he stared at my butt crack.
"Damn! Don't see a lot of young fellows wearing those anymore." Without asking he plunged his fingers down below waist band right above my ass, yanking it up roughly. I gasped as his knuckles grazed the top of my buttocks. He kept the back of my jock in his fist, and brought his face close to mine.
"But you're the fruity kind of little fellow who likes to show off his rear, aren't ya?" He asked, his tongue licking the sides of his lips as he asked. My face went red but I answered in the affirmative.
