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Love your feedback- Sam.willswill@mail.com ********************** "Let's go" he floored the gas and 30 minutes later he was letting me into a deserted farmhouse **********************
Part 30: The Farmhouse
By deserted I simply meant I could see no lights, anywhere. We were clearly deep in the country, miles from anywhere. I didn't really see the house much as we parked. Then Jeff got physical with me.
"Come on you stupid little whore" he growled, taking a fistful of my jacket and dragging me out of the car through the driver's door. I fell onto the ground, into the wet muddy ground and he continued you drag me. I was half staggering, half crawling across a wet muddy path up to a dirty red front door. He kept hold of my jacket as he put the key in and spat down at me, into my face. "You nasty little whore".
The door opened and the house felt damp, cold, far from welcoming. Jeff pushed me through the door, spat on my face again and then gripped my throat and squeezed.
"You're degraded aren't you? Look at you, dressed like that, covered in mud. Fuck you look totally stupid." He swung his right leg around now, so my head was between his legs, he lifted my chin and buckled a thick leather collar around my neck. There was a `click' as a leash was attached and then he walked off, upstairs leaving me in the dark, cold hallway.
I'm not entirely sure when I went to sleep, slumped as I was. However, I clearly did as when I woke it was light and I smelt bacon and coffee. I could now totally see I was leashed to a hook. Unable to crawl anywhere. Then I realised. Oh fuck, no! Yes I'd been ball gagged.
Jeff walked from the kitchen with a plate of bacon and eggs and a coffee. He nodded at me and walked into another room. Then I got the surprise of Mr Anjou, the man I'd been pimped to in the hotel months before walking up the hallway. He stood, smiled, rubbed his face and said `very nice' before walking into the same room as Jeff.
I had a million questions: where was I?; what was Mr Anjou doing here?; why was I clipped to a wall? It was all to much. I tried to scream but gagged only a `mmmm' came out.
Jeff walked out into the hallway and looked at me, angry. "What do you want you dumb little whore?"
I nodded towards the room he and Mr Anjou were in and he laughed. "Oh that. Well he was hungry for you and he pays well, not that you need to worry".
Jeff walked away again and Mr Anjou returned. Stroking my face, "so very nice". He then slapped my face, spat at me and grinned "you'll need warming up".
Now when Mr Anjou described me as `very nice' there was a sadistic quality to his voice. He wasn't describing me as nice in the way someone who's is truly beautiful may be described or even a nice bunch of flowers. The nice he was describing was clearly the fact he knew, he had experience of what a totally filthy whore I was.
There was another set of footsteps coming from the room and had I been able, my mouth would have dropped open. In a wet look Adidas tracksuit stood Dean, the lad from the Uni gay night I'd made out and had a grope with in an ally way. He was also wearing now a tight as fuck pair of leather gloves and he came up to Mr Anjou, slipped his hand around his waist and grinned. He winked at me "been keeping an eye on you Sam" he said. Of course he had. Jeff conditioned me there was no way I'd have been totally released from his clutches and now it became clear Dean was his spy. He walked up to me, looked down in disgust and spat into my face "you filthy lump of fuck meat". Mr Anjou just grinned.
Dean slipped back to Mr Anjou. "Hey Moses I reckon I'd give you much better head than this looser" he said nodding in my direction.
I started making ball gagged related muffled cries. Especially as Mr Anjou casually slipped down his jeans, his huge black cock popping up, solid. Dean, squatted next to it, taking it in his leather gloved hand, rolling back the foreskin and grinning before licking it causing me to cry out through the gag. "I think Moses this whore is hungry for you, shall we?"
Mr Anjou stepped closer to me now and Dean slipped behind me, undoing the ball gag buckle he hissed into my ear "do a good job whore, he's paying well".
I know, knew then how Jeff described me being in heat. As I've got older I realised how he'd manipulate that heat to his or others advantages. Here I was, in my leather gear, released from a ball gag, jealous that some other guy might get what I wanted. So I dived forward as far as I could taking the tasty Mr Anjou into my whore mouth. He was creaming, in heat himself. "That's it you filthy white slut. Get it in there, suck me".
In that moment I wanted nothing else. Dean's messing with my head only made me hungrier. My eyes flickered up seeing Dean making out with Mr Anjou. But that didn't stop my relentless pace, my tongue working, my gagging and spluttering. I needed this so bad.
Then there was a lapping at my ass. I didn't turn, just pushed back into it. Suddenly to my right Dean had dropped his tracksuit and was jerking an average but deliciously veiny cock. I tried to resist, I really did, but it was too delicious to look at.
My head came off Mr Anjou's cock and dived on to Dean's. I'm not entirely sure how long I sucked it for before I became light headed and collapsed in a heap, there was shouting as I collapsed and couldn't make out the words. Then, it went dark.
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