Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 5 Turning the Tables
By: Christian Xavier Gartrip
(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)
Believe it or not, I do actually have a real job. Actually, I have two. Unfortunately, they are both part time, which means no benefits. In total, I work about 30 hours a week for just above minimum wage. I see a doctor at a local free clinic about once every six weeks, and recently I stumbled across a church that was co-sponsoring a free dental clinic for indigents with a group of do-gooder dentists. I wore the most ill-fitting outfit I could find, skipped the morning shave, and landed a free cleaning from a young Asian guy who had recently graduated from the dental school at Chapel Hill. The point is that I chose this lifestyle, but I still manage to get by. If you know what you're doing, you can always find someone willing to give you something for free. You just have to be nice about it. Last week I visited a food pantry for the first time. I didn't need any free food, but some of my fuck-buddies have taken to using it as a source for free bread and frozen chicken, so I went along and came away with a week's worth of free grub. Throw in a great wardrobe that I picked up from the local thrift shops, and I've managed to skate along rather comfortably, which frees me up to practice what I most enjoy... sex. Well, sex for money mostly, but I've evolved into such a pervert that I give it away about as often as I sell it.
It's all very liberating, really... much more so than I had ever imagined. Of course, I am educated, and a future is something that I do think about. I'm past the 40 mark, and hooking isn't going to be profitable for very long, so I live meagerly and stash away my sex earnings as if they weren't there at all. I keep about 2000 dollars in the freezer for emergencies, and the rest I keep in a safety deposit box at a local bank so that the taxman doesn't grow suspicious. I've already squirreled away over 11 grand, so maybe I ain't so dumb after all. I need a new truck, but the one I have was a freebie (long story, read back if you're curious), and my friend Bennie keeps it running in exchange for raunchy sex and standard friendship. We're buds.
So I took a week off after my last encounter (the ass needed to recover), and satisfied my basic needs by hitting up a few old fogies for 25 dollar blow jobs at a local diner that caters to all night waffles and hard up widowers who care not whether the mouth they cum in is male or female. The local whores get 50 for a blow because they throw in some titty action, but I undercut them by half and make up the difference with quantity and a reputation for a tight wet mouth and a safe professional demeanor. It's just business, so nothing against the cunt patrol, but a guy's gotta pay the rent, ya know?
Anyway, I had also put in a few extra shifts at the truck stop to cover for the pregnant girl who was having some problems, and as such, was unable to do much of anything else. I also work the front counter at the local dirty bookstore, and that is where our story picks up.
I clocked in at 4am and spent two hours mopping up the cum-stained booths in the back and washing down the piss-soaked toilets in the two rusty bathrooms we provide our patrons (a classy joint, don't you think?). Oddly, this type of activity isn't something that gets me off, but I'm a bit of clean freak so the mopping and scrubbing is kind of therapeutic. At 6am a few morning stragglers were wandering in in search of an early hook-up and by 7:30 we had at least 10 well-dressed closet cases on their knees prior to their first conference calls or client visits. At nine the suit and tie crowd is mostly gone and the delivery guys are skulking about prior to their morning runs around town. If you're into servicing cocks clad in blue-collar uniforms and work boots, then I'd suggest a Monday morning visit to your local bookstore. You will not be disappointed. The lunch crowd is a smorgasbord of types. Sometimes we get so busy that we have guys trying to hook up in their cars because the booths are full. We try to discourage this type of thing, but it's hard to keep an eye on the parking lot when the booths are packed and 4 or 5 guys are lined up at the counter in search of the latest leather porn or tranny DVD.
So I finished my shift at 1pm, which is about the time the respectable types head back to work and the less than desirable types drag themselves in with a cup of "morning" coffee still on their breath. These are my kind of guys. Some are clients, some are just fun to hook up with, but all are lacking in standard sex appeal and most would fall into the category of "trash." Mixed in are always a few odd balls that seem out of place. Usually, these are teachers, out of towners, and college students. I guess it's the time frame, but by 1:30 there is always at least one naked college student getting a blowjob from an old drunk or a closeted baseball coach. You can just about bet on it.
Enter Dwayne. The first time I saw Dwayne, I had to do a double take because he reminded of a sex slave named Ragan I new for a brief moment a year or so ago (again, long story, so read back if you're curious). I was wrong, but they certainly did look alike. Dwayne, like Ragan, was short, about 5'5", and barely weighed 110, if that. Pale, blond, and cute in a trailer park kind of way, Dwayne had become a regular over the past few months. I watched him suck off a young accountant one afternoon through a hole in a booth I was sitting in and was amazed when this young college kid then turned right around and sucked off two hot truckers, back to back, over the course of the next half hour. He was definitely a player and clearly someone who loved the taste of cum.
To be honest, I didn't know much more about him. I'm not typically drawn to scrawny white boys, so the two of us had never hooked up. The only time I'd seen him 'perform' was in the above paragraph. I knew he was a regular and a popular cocksucker, but I'd never seen him naked and wasn't even sure if he'd even been fucked, although I did hear him one afternoon, and it sure sounded like he was taking a big one up the ass, but who knows?
I did notice that he seemed to watch me a lot. We'd never spoken, but he often stared at me and he was friendly with a coworker of mine, so I finally inquired at to Dwayne's story. My friend didn't know much either, although he had had the pleasure of a Dwayne-issued blowjob, and as he remembered it, Dwayne was quite handy with his mouth.
So as I said, I got off at 1pm and since I wasn't tired and had no other place to be, I slipped into a booth and fired up a movie. On the other side of the wall stood a fierce black tranny getting her cock sucked by a middle-aged white man wearing nothing but a necktie and a pair of women's panties. The sight of it didn't interest me, so I moved to another booth and started again. A standard issue deliveryman, black with broad shoulders and a fat ass, wandered in and looked me in the eye to see if I might like some company.
"Show me what you're packing," I asked, as if that had ever mattered before.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out a decent slice of cock with and a hairy sac and a heavy pair of nuts. I liked what I saw and really fancied the idea of his large stinking ass on my face, so I stood up and invited him to remove his trousers.
"You want me naked, or are you into clothes," I asked.
"I'm into getting my dick sucked. How you do it makes no difference to me." I wandered if this meant that there would be no reciprocation, but it didn't really matter to me either way. I liked him enough to do whatever he wanted, so I stripped down to a pair of white sweat socks and my jock strap and dropped down on my knees in front of his hard black cock.
I opened my throat and took his entire tool into my mouth (always impressive if done correctly) and rubbed my small hands across his large expansive backside. He leaned back against the wall and let the flickering lights of the video play against his chest as I sucked away the sweat from his uncut cheese-coated cock.
I bobbed up and down on his rod for a few minutes and sensed that he might cum soon, so I slowed down and went to work on his greasy sac while my hand kept a tight grip on the base of his dick.
"Man, you sure is good at suckin' dick. Keep it up. You's good at it."
"Thanks. You wanna take a break and sit on my face. I'd love to fuck your ass with my tongue. I'm good at that too."
"Sure. As long as I get to shoot wad down your throat. I like it that way."
"So do I, so don't worry. Just give me some ass first and I'll swallow whatever you want me too."
I laid out on the cool concrete and let the guy squat down on my face. Damn he had a beefy black ass. I worked my tongue into his crack and dug around until I found his sour tasting hole and then pushed into it past his tight rim and slowly licked away the morning grime as I gently massaged the fat nuts in his sac.
"Mmmm. Damn, that feels good. You sho'nuf knows what you doing. Damn. Yeah, boy, give me that tongue. Careful now. Don't be squeezing 'em too hard."
The nameless fellow with his wide black ass on my face was somewhat of a shy gentleman as it turned out. He treated me with a type of decency I wasn't used to getting. Admittedly, he's rank asshole was impaled on my tongue, but he was gentle in his approach and he truly loved the rim job, which I assume was a rare treat for him. He started to stroke his own dick, which I took as a sign that he really wanted to cum soon, so I let him lift up and shove his fat cock in my mouth and face-fuck until he came. He was a silent cummer, but he had a heavy load and it splattered powerfully in several long healthy spurts across my tonsils. I guzzled it down, which he also appreciated.
As suspected, he didn't offer me anything in exchange, but he thanked me with a nod and left as quickly as he came in. I was still on the floor in my jock when Dwayne (the cute little blond) pushed his way in and stood over me. Actually, it pissed me off.
"What the fuck? Don't you knock?" I was rubbing my cock through my jock and was thinking about shooting a load and hurrying home, so Dwayne's sudden appearance was not a welcomed thing.
"Chris, right?"
"Who's asking?" I knew who he was, but didn't want to let on that I'd noticed him. Games. Games.
"I'm Dwayne. I thought we should meet."
"Really? And why is that? You wanna suck my cock or something?"
"Well, sure. I'd love too. You're hot, but that's not why I'm here."
"Too bad." I stood up and sat on the bench and pulled my jock off and tossed it on the concrete. "Get down between my legs and suck my cock. Then maybe we can talk."
"Sure." Dwayne dropped down between my knees and made some sort of odd popping sound with his throat as my cock disappeared into his moist mouth. So young and pretty, I thought. And so good at sucking cock. I let my head fall back against the wall and watched Dwayne's blond skull bob away between my legs.
"Slowly please." I'm in no hurry. Finally, and for the first time in a while, I was enjoying the simple pleasure of a simple blowjob. I must admit, it was nice, but a steady diet of this kind of sweetness was not for me. As Dwayne worked my knob, I found myself thinking about how tight his little ass might be and how hot it would be to see him naked, riding an old man's dick while a couple of others stood by waiting their turn.
I could have made it last a lot longer than it did, but I was curious as to what he wanted, so I forced myself to pop off and enjoyed the pleasure of seeing him swallow my load then wipe his mouth like a teenager downing a glass of milk.
"Now stand up and tell me why you chased me in here."
Dwayne held out his hand for me shake and then said, "I want to hire you... sort of."
"HIRE me? You? For what, and with whose money?"
"Look, I know what you do, and I also know what you used to do. I'm interested in learning some things and I thought you might be willing to teach me if I paid you for it."
"I'm confused. Sit down." Dwayne sat down next to me on the bench and reached over and lifted a drop of cum from the tip of my cock with his finger then slowly savored it by sucking it from his hand. "Keep talking."
"I heard that you're a prostitute. Right?" I nodded. No need to play games at this point. "I might wanna do that one day too, but I also heard that you were a slave. A sex slave."
"Ha. I used to be, for a little while. It's not what you think it is. I was actually owned by a group of men who could easily have killed me if they'd wanted too. It wasn't a glamorous lifestyle. I'm NOT telling you how to get into that, because I would feel too guilty if something happened to you. You'll have to figure that one out all by yourself. Now, if you wanna sell your ass to desperate men... well, I can tell you what I know, but the slave thing, no way."
"I read your stories. I already know all about it. They're ONLINE for god's sake. It's not like it's a secret."
"How do you know I won't write about you sucking my cock and put that online too? You not worried about that?"
"I'd be flattered. You change everything up anyway... exaggerate stuff, but I live around here... grew up here... so I know the real shit and can recognize what you're covering up. I even recognized some of the people, I think. Like that guy in the white Volvo you called Pinstripe. I know him. He works at my university, doesn't he?"
"Maybe. Still, I'm not sure what you want from me. I'm not selling you to Rev or Ben, so forget about it."
"I don't want to be horsewhipped and sold to some Old Fuck in SC. What I want is to experience it a little, every once in a while. I want to hire you to teach me how to appreciate servitude... real servitude. I want to be forced to do things I'm not comfortable doing but that I do anyway because I have no choice. I think about that shit all the time. It's why I come here so much, but I don't know how to do it, how to start it. It's natural for you, but not for me. I'll suck cocks and stuff, but how do I go beyond that? I want you to show me. I want to hire you to be my Master, not permanently, but periodically."
Well, that was certainly some request, and it brought back a flood of memories, some good, some bad, that I hadn't thought about in a while. Dwayne was definitely a smart fellow and he was extremely expressive for a guy his age (19). Jeezus. Was this something I wanted to do to someone so young? Maybe. I was going to have to think about it.
"Why me? You don't even know me."
"I trust you. I read your stuff; I hear what people here say about you; I've watched you getting it on from the next booth. I trust you. You've been there, so I know you'll teach me without hurting me. I've got money. I work on campus and have a summer job, so I can give you money. You're time is worth something. I'm fully prepared to pay for whatever abuse you give me... assuming you're capable of doing to me what other guys used to do to you."
"So you're really just a 20 year old pervert, huh?"
"19. I'll be twenty in three months. Yeah. I've been sucking cock since junior high. In high school I had sex with a student teacher. In the summer when I was working at the restaurant I used to take phone numbers from the guys who sat in my sections. They'd meet me out back on my break sometimes and I'd suck them off in their cars or maybe go somewhere more private. I starting going to bookstores when I was a senior. I've been coming here since the semester started. I'm a sophomore. Last year I had a boyfriend, but he transferred, so now I hang out here. I don't want a boyfriend. I just like to suck cock and stuff. But now I want to learn to be more than just a bookstore queen. I want to be more versatile and do other things, but I don't really know where to get started. Please. Please teach me. Make me a slave, even if it's just for a little while. Please?"
"You gotta pen?"
"In the car."
"Go up front and tell Howard to give you a pen. Tell him Chris sent you."
"I don't know Howard. You think he'll do it?"
"Look faggot. I said go get a pen. NOW."
"Yes sir." Hmm. This might be fun. In the time it took Dwayne to retrieve the required pen, I made the decision to take his money and train him in a way that would scare the shit out him but still keep him safe. I liked the idea of having a playmate. I'm the first to admit that Daddy fantasies are a hot genre, but at my age, I needed to learn how to be something other that the teenager who gets seduced by his sick father. Maybe it was time I was the Daddy.
"Write your cell number on my thigh." Dwayne came back in with a black pen and quickly did what I asked him to do. "Good. Now tell me some things I need to know. How many cocks do you suck a week?"
"Maybe 5, 6 I guess. On average."
"Just here. Or do you do guys elsewhere?"
"Lately, just here. I like it here, and I tend to do older guys, but it's mostly the same ones over and over again. I'm too picky I think."
"We'll fix that. Anyone ever fucked you in the ass?"
"Sure. My boyfriend did it to me a few times. Never done it here, but I get offers to go home with guys sometimes, but so far, I haven't done anything like that with strangers. There was this one guy I met at the..."
"Shut up. You talk too much. Just answer the questions as quickly as you can. I don't need a lot of chatter."
"Yes sir."
"What else have you done? Threesomes?"
"No. Well, I sucked off a guy, while another watched."
"You drink piss? Ever drunk your own?"
"Once. My boyfriend's. He..."
"SHUT up. I get it. You're curious."
"Yes sir."
"You'd like it if I spanked you, wouldn't you?"
"I like the thought of it."
"Ever been spanked?"
"My dad. That's all."
"That's different."
"Yes sir. I know sir."
"How much money do you have saved up for this little adventure to the dark side?"
"I have 925 dollars in my savings account."
"On Saturday afternoon I'm going to call you at 2pm. Be ready and be clean. You'll bring with you 950 dollars or you won't come at all. I don't care where you get the money, but it better be in cash and not one dollar short. I'll give you directions to where you'll need to go. You'll get one shot. If you miss the call or back out, the game's over. Now say 'Yes, Sir' one more time and this time say it with respect. Slowly."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now take off your shoes and socks and put them up here on the bench." He slipped off his moccasins and grey socks and gently placed them next to my naked thigh.
"Place your hands behind your neck." I stood up and let my jock fall onto the floor and then reached down and picked it up. I stuffed it into his mouth. Instinctively, he let me, and without protest.
"Look up at the ceiling."
Dwayne looked up at the ceiling and I grabbed my cock and pissed a hot stream onto his bare feet. He didn't move but he swallowed heavily and was clearly not expecting it. I had a pretty full bladder, so he got a nice foot bath, which he took like a champ.
"Don't move until I say so."
I slowly dressed and prepared to leave the room. "Wait five minutes, just as you are, and then you can leave, but I want you to soak up the piss on this floor with whatever you've got on under those jeans. You don't leave here until this floor is dry. I'm going to leave instructions with Howard to check after you're gone. When the floor is clean, you put the underpants back on and get dressed. When you get home, you take them off, let them dry, and store them in a safe place. When we meet this weekend, you'd better be wearing them and they'd better reek of my stale piss. One more thing. You're not to suck another cock until we meet. Not one. If I see you here again this week, or hear about you tricking somewhere else, I'll ruin you, and don't think I won't. Now wait five minutes then strip down and clean up this floor and then get the hell out of my booth. You can keep the jock. I found it here a few weeks ago. It's not mine."
DAMN that felt good. I flew out the front door and said nothing to old Howard on my way, but I knew that Dwayne would think otherwise, and I liked the idea of him worrying about it. I didn't believe that this type of opportunity would interest me, but once it started, I didn't want it to stop. Plus, the nearly one grand in cash was much needed, so I would have done it either way.
I spent the next week thinking about Dwayne and planning out the weekend. I didn't want it to be too scripted, but I did want to have a general idea of how I wanted things to go. My past played into it a lot, and I'll admit that I stole some ideas from the likes of Paulus and Rev, but I had no intention of being so brutal. I was more into the mind games and the control than the intentional infliction of pain, but of course, there would be some of that too. There had to be... what's the point of having a slave if you're not going to abuse him a little, right?
I decided that my fleabag apartment was out of the question, and I didn't like the idea of him knowing where I lived, so I rented a cheap motel room in a part of town where no one knew me and checked in on Friday night to get used to the place. I had to switch shifts at the bookstore and beg off at the gas station, but it was worth the effort and the lost wages. I packed a bag of all sorts of things, but tried to keep it simple. I didn't want to overwhelm him, but I did want him to come back for more. I had no idea what he was hoping for, but I certainly hoped I was able to deliver.
I made a fateful decision at about 5:30 am on Saturday morning. I had told him to be ready at 2pm, but I wanted to catch him off guard, so I got ready for the day and headed over to his college campus at 8:30. I had checked him out online, so I knew the name of his dorm, but not his room number. I didn't even know if he had a roommate. I parked my old truck outside his dorm in the visitor slot and waited until 9am, sharp.
At exactly 9 o'clock, I called his cell number. He picked it up on the second ring and said hello. I don't think he recognized the number, so he had no idea that it was his new Master.
"Are you awake?"
"Uh, yes, Sir."
"I'm sitting in my truck outside of Wilkins Hall. At ten minutes past nine I'm going home and you'd better be sitting in the seat next to me per my previous instructions. You've got 9 minutes."
"But you said..."
"9 minutes faggot. And you'd better have with you what I asked for."
I hung up the phone and waited. Seven minutes later a small-framed college kid in a black baseball cap came running out the front door of the dorm. He was wearing jeans and a red t-shirt with a plaid flannel shirt in his hands along with a manila envelope tucked under his arm. He looked flustered, which is what I wanted. He climbed in the truck and looked at me as if I'd made a mistake, but said nothing.
"Hand me that envelope." I tucked it under the seat, trusting that the full amount was inside. "What do you have on under your jeans?"
"My piss-stained underwear. Just like you told me."
"Show me."
"Here?"
"SHOW ME. DROP YOUR FUCKING PANTS AND SHOW ME."
Dwayne lifted his hips and pushed his baggy jeans down to his knees, exposing his soiled white briefs that were covered with dried piss stains and random greasy smears from the floor of the bookstore booth.
I nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. We drove silently to the motel, both of our hearts racing with fear and anticipation.
We parked in front of the door to our room. I motioned for him to get out of the truck. He stood behind me as we stepped into the smoky motel room. The room had one queen-sized bed and two tattered club chairs along with a standard set of tables and chests. It was clean, but raw, just like I liked it.
"Stay there." I ordered Dwayne to stand with his back to the door and suddenly I felt like a new teacher unprepared for the first day of school.
I lit a cigarette, picked up the ashtray and sat in one of the club chairs.
"Walk over here and stand next to the bed." Dwayne followed my instructions, but still looked out-of-sorts.
"I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you. There is no safe word because you don't need one. You can leave whenever you like, but if you do, it ends and we never meet again. I decide how much your money is going to get you, and if I decide I want more, I'll tell you and if you can't deliver it, then it's over until you come up with the cash. I'll be fair, but there will be no negotiations when it comes to price. I set it; you pay it. End of story. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"When was the last time you took a shower?"
"Yesterday morning."
"Yesterday morning, SIR."
"Yes, Sir. Yesterday morning, Sir."
"When was the last time you sat on the can and took a shit?"
"Last night, Sir."
"Did you wipe your ass when you did it?"
"Yes, Sir... of course, Sir."
"How many times?"
"Sir?"
"How many times did you wipe your ass after you took a shit?"
"Three times, Sir. Three times."
"Behind you on the bed is a brown paper bag. Get it. Open it, and put it on the floor between my feet." Dwayne did what I asked and was relieved that I had moved away from the subject of bowel movements, which I think made him uncomfortable.
"Take off your t-shirt, roll it up and place it in the bag." Dwayne pulled his t-shirt over his head and revealed a hairless bony chest, a pair of tiny nipples, and flesh that was as pale as a baby's ass.
"Shoes. Socks. Cap." Slowly, Dwayne complied.
"Jeans. Empty your pockets onto the bed first."
Dwayne was left standing in front of me wearing just a pair of white briefs. They were the same ones that he'd worn the other day and they were spotted with the filth of the bookstore. They made him look like a kid, a scared kid, but a kid nonetheless. It made me nervous.
"Drop 'em, and let them sit on your ankles. Don't step out of them until I say so. I lit another cigarette and slowly examined his naked body. Dwayne was thin, almost anorexic, and was sporting a small thin penis with an equally weak looking sac. He was partially erect and had long blond pubes that looked as if they'd been combed and blow-dried. I thought about how nice a package he had although I'm sure he was ashamed of it. This, I thought, is why he's always dressed and giving head in the bookstore. He's ashamed of his little boyish looking cock and so he focuses on giving instead of taking. I liked it. It was perfect for what he wanted to be: a submissive bottom. I knew it, but he didn't, and I liked that he was ashamed of what he had. It gave me a bit more power and made my job a lot easier.
I stood up and walked over to him. I'm not a tall man, but I towered over him by a few inches, which was all I needed. My own cock isn't massive either. It's about 6 inches and only slightly thicker than average, but it was twice what he had, so I had no problems showing it off when the time came.
While the two of us locked eyes, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and aimed it into the bag. I pumped it full of piss and coated his clothes with it so as not to soak the bag too much. His eyes widened a bit when he realized what I was doing, but like a good submissive, he said nothing and trusted me completely. I zipped up and told him not to move. I picked up the bag and walked outside to the truck, leaving the door to the room open while tossing his piss-soaked clothes into the back of my truck. No one would bother that bag, I thought. They'd be safe there until tomorrow.
I scraped his personal belongings into the bottom drawer of the nightstand and returned to the chair.
"Now, squat down slowly until I say stop." Dwayne kept the underpants around his ankles and slow bent his knees and lowered his torso.
"Stop. Now take your index finger and rub it across your shithole. Slowly."
Dwayne put his arm behind his back like he was going to wipe his ass and dragged his finger through the crack. He was embarrassed and his face turned bright red, but he did it.
"Put that finger under your nose and take a long deep breath." Dwayne closed his eyes and did what I told him to. "Do you think I'd enjoy the smell of what's on that finger?"
"No Sir."
"I didn't think so. Step out of those briefs, pick them up, and hand them to me."
"Now turn around, spread your legs and bend over the bed. I wanna see what you're so ashamed of."
Dwayne showed me his asshole, which was a bright pink almost hairless little bud with just the slightest indication having taken a shit at some point since his last shower. It didn't bother me, but it bothered him, so I said nothing and just exhaled in frustration.
I didn't touch his asshole, but I tugged on his little sac until his cock was rock hard.
"If I were to push my thumb in your cunt, would I like what I found there?"
"No Sir."
"Then I think we need to make a trip to the other side of the room." I popped his ass with my hand and when he stood up I pushed his shoulders down and forced him onto his knees. "You don't get to walk unless I say so. You crawl. Now follow me, but pick up those panties in your mouth and bring them with you. Be quick about it, too."
I walked him into the unadorned bathroom, but left him on his knees.
"You need to piss?"
"Yes, Sir. Please Sir."
"You not pissed since you got up this morning?"
"No Sir." Wow, I thought. That's surprising.
I placed an empty half-gallon milk jug onto the floor.
"Put the head of your little dick in there and show me what you've got."
With his hands shaking, Dwayne dropped the head of his cock into the jug and relaxed his bladder. His back was facing me, so I stepped around him so that I could watch and so that he could see me standing over him. He didn't like it, but he did it. When he was through, and it took a while, he handed me the jug, which I sniffed and sat on the back of the toilet.
"Climb up on the can so I can watch you take a shit."
"Huh? Sir?"
"You heard me. Sit on the fuckin' can and open up your ass. NOW."
Dwayne jumped up on the can and sat down. He looked down at his feet and started to cry. His face turned bright red and his chest started to heave. I was unmoved. I did it many a time, so I know that he could, and I was anxious to see just how much humiliation I could cause him without even laying a hand on his fragile little body. I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket, sat on the sink, and blew smoke into the center of the room.
"It's early, and I've already dumped my load. I can wait, but the longer it takes the more angry I'm going to get, so you'd better think about that while you're sitting there bawling like a two year old."
"I can't; I CAN'T!"
"Well you'd better fucking figure out how you CAN because if I leave here, your clothes are going with me and you'll have to figure out how to get home all by yourself. You got that? HUH? YOU GOT THAT?"
Dwayne nodded, but he was still crying about it, which gave me a slight boner if you must know. If he'd read my stories, then he knew what to expect, so I can't say that I felt sorry for him. I'm sure he had every intention of complying, but for whatever reason, he couldn't. I didn't like it any more than he did. I'm no scat queen, but I liked the degradation of the process, so it was important that I forced both of us through this. He needed it, but so did I.
We sat there through a lot of tears and three cigarettes. I was finally growing impatient.
"Here's the deal, faggot. At some point soon, I'm going fuck your ass and when I do it, I'm going to take my time and I'll probably rough you up in the process. So you've got two choices. You can dump your gut right now and let me help you clean it up so that your Master has some clean ass to enjoy later, or I can turn you around RIGHT NOW and I'll fill your shitty ass up with lube and fuck you over the goddamned can. Then, when I pull my brown cock out of your nasty ass, you can open up your mouth and suck the shit off of it until it's just as clean as it was the moment before I stuck it in you. You got that? I'm giving you a choice here. It's a valid choice and you get to decide. Consider yourself lucky. Now at some point in the next 60 seconds you'd better drop a load in the john or stand up and turn around and get ready for one hell of a stinkin' screw. MAKE A CHOICE!"
He looked at me one last time, wiped the tears from his eyes, and opened up his gut. He did what he had to do and he did it well. I was completely grossed out by it, but he crossed a threshold and I was proud.
"Now flush the damn tank and relax. I'm sure there's more." There was. He sat there for another four or five minutes and flushed the tank two more times before he was done. He started to reach for the paper but I stopped him.
"No. You don't get to wipe your ass unless I say so. Now stand up and step into the tub. NOW."
Dwayne jumped off the toilet and climbed into the tub, still crying, but at least he was more compliant.
"Spread your legs, bend over, and grab your ankles. I want to see your cunt before we clean it out." Slowly, Dwayne grabbed his ankles and showed me his shit-stained hole. I grabbed the jug of piss from the back of the toilet and splashed some of its contents onto his asshole. Then I soaked his old underpants with his piss and wiped the crack of his ass with it a few times. He hated this and he hated me, but I loved seeing him bent over like that, and I really loved knowing how humiliating it all was. I know; I've been there.
"Don't move. I'll be back."
I stepped into the other room and pulled out a red douche bag with a long white hose. I filled it with warm water and hung onto the shower rod, then pushed the end of the tube into Dwayne's dirty hole.
"Hold on and be still." I let it flow into him until he looked too uncomfortable for any more, then shut off the flow. "Stand there and hold it. You can release it when I say so." I turned on the shower and let a warm spray of water splash on Dwayne's back as he tried desperately to hold onto his gut. "Now squat down and let it rip."
Dwayne dropped to the floor of the tub and a hard squirt of brown water flowed out of his ass and into the drain. He looked so relieved. We repeated the process several more times until the bag was empty and the water flowed clean. We actually spent about an hour in the damn bathroom, but in my mind, it was an hour well spent. He went in a kid, and came out a slave. He said it was what he wanted, and so that's what he got.
"Now crawl into the bedroom. And be quick... always quick. I don't like lazy faggots."
"Stand up and bend over the bed. Spread your legs and show me your cunt."
"The next time you come here. I don't want to see any hair on your cunt. You hear me boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"I want it gone, and I want your pubes gone too. I'm not wasting any of my time shaving you or standing over you while you do it, but from now on, there will be NO hair in that crotch. I want it smooth. You got that?"
"Yes Sir. Yes Sir."
"Good." I spit a thick wad of snot into my hand and spread it across the boy's asshole, and then I pushed my thumb into his ass for the first time, and it was just as tight as I'd hoped it would be.
Dwayne winced when I pressed into him, and then instinctively pulled away.
"SCHMAAAACK. SCHMAAAACK!" I slapped his ass hard, not too hard, but hard enough.
"Don't you EVER fuckin' do that again. EVER!"
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir." The poor kid's legs were shaking as he spit out the words. He was trying, but this was not easy for him. I'll give him credit, but it was going to limit me for a while. He needed this to happen very gradually.
I added more juice to Dwayne's cunt and roughly reinserted my thumb to establish my authority. This time he held steady, but I could tell that he was holding back more tears.
From my back pocket I pulled out a pair of leather-covered handcuffs that I had borrowed from my friend Bennie. They were heavily padded but serious looking, just the type of thing that would send the right message without leaving any scars.
"Cross your wrists behind your back, boy."
Dwayne delicately positioned his wrists on the small of his back, and with one hand I managed to cuff him without having to remove the thumb I had buried in his ass. I'd never really cuffed a slave before. I'd been cuffed many times, but this was as new to me as it was to him. I just needed to make sure that he never put all that together.
"You'll do well to learn to like this position because you're going to spending a lot of time in it. Take it as Lesson #2... the first being that the next time I tell you to take a shit, you'd damn well better do it." I jerked my thumb out of ass as I said this to emphasize the point.
"Yes, Sir."
"While we're on the subject, I'll throw in lesson #3 because I'm about to give you a taste of it, so you might as well know why." I walked over to my bag and pulled out a wide but thin leather belt and a ball gag (also borrowed). Dwayne started to show signs of distress again, so I made a promise to take it easy on him.
I folded the belt like my father used to do when he'd punish me as a kid, lifted it across my chest, and then slapped it across his scrawny little ass.... THWAAAK! Not hard, but hard enough to leave a red mark, which indicated to me that it hurt. His outburst ALSO indicated that it hurt, but that was beside the point.
"OWWWW!"
"THWAAAK THWAAAK! Shut the fuck up or I'll turn it up a notch and really give you something to scream about."
"THWAAAK THWAAAK!"
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!"
"All right, that's it. I said to keep your FUCKin' mouth shut. Clearly, You're going to need some help doing it."
I grabbed the ball gag off the bed and shoved it in his mouth and quickly buckled it in place as tightly as I could stretch it. This prompted some muffled screams that upset me So I placed an oversized buttplug that even I can't handle on the bed in front of him and dared him to say anything else. I had no intentions of using it, but I made my point. He buried his gagged face in the bed and braced himself for more... and yes, his face was still stained with tears, but at that point, it kind of turned me on. (I know. I'm a sick fuck, but like you didn't already know that?)
I took my time and delivered five additional well-placed whippings. They were hard and left marks, but not brutal... not that he would know the difference. All ten were limited only to his ass. I avoided his tender thighs and calves, saving those areas for later and strictly for punishment. This first whipping wasn't meant as punishment; it was to establish my place, and his.
I gave the boy a chance to catch his breath and then I grabbed a wad of his hair and lifted his face from the mattress. It was bright red and swollen. I liked it.
"That wasn't a punishment and don't ever think it was. It's what I do to show you my affections and to give myself pleasure. You'll know when you're being punished. Trust me. This belt is the only belt I'll ever use to show you that I love you and that I own you. You should learn to recognize it and treasure it. In the future, you'll be required to retrieve it for me. Do you understand me boy?" The kid nodded.
"Good." I stepped back to admire the pale red streaks I'd left on his ass and to observe his quivering legs. He was scared to death, but he was showing no signs of wanting to leave, so I proceeded. I retrieved a tub of thick petroleum jelly from my bag, popped open the top of it, and scooped out a fist full of its contents.
"To show you how much I appreciate your willingness to be my bitch, I'm going to give you a little bit of pleasure of your own."
With my left hand, I unfastened my jeans and stepped out of them and rubbed my hard cock, giving it a quick but thick coat of jelly. I then dropped to my knees, motioned for Dwayne to spread his legs, and then reached up between them and gripped his small raging boner with my greasy palm. He let out a soft sigh and relaxed as I rubbed him with firm slow strokes.
Dwayne's legs started to shake again. He was close. I increased the speed of the handjob and a few seconds later he popped a sizeable load onto the old bedspread and tried to collapse with post-orgasmic exhaustion. He assumed that the whipping followed by the handjob was somehow the whole package... he was wrong. I was just getting started.
"Not so fast, faggot. Git back on your feet!"
I quickly scooped up another glob of goo and feverishly rubbed it between his cheeks and onto the rim of his extremely tight ass. Sensing what I was about to do, he started to squirm while trying to mumble through his gag.
As any gay man can attest, the last thing a person wants after an orgasm is a cock inside his ass. Not only has his sexual desire peaked and faded, but the act of cumming usually tightens the sphincter muscles, so anal sex is hardly a pleasurable experience. As my slave, Dwayne was about to experience unwanted sex, and he was going to learn first hand just what the word "submissive" really meant.
I popped his ass several times with my open palm, and then gave his upper thighs a few fresh blows as well to let him know that I meant business and that I was not to be denied. He wanted to be used, was willing to pay me to do it, and so he was damn well going to get his money's worth.
I forced my index finger into his tight dry hole and applied as much of the petroleum as I could to the inside walls of his rectum. This was hurting him, judging from his muffled screams, but my cock was dripping in anticipation of a tight fuck, so I showed him no mercy and proceeded as quickly as possible.
I forced him back into position, with his face buried in the mattress, and pushed the head of my cock into his asshole. I paused just for moment, waited for him to catch his breath, and then buried 2/3's of its length into his gut with a quick angry thrust. All of the Masters of my past came rushing into my head, and for the first time I could understand just how much joy they must have experienced from ripping apart my ass for so many months. I was high. Very very high.
I gave it a few seconds, then drove it home with another quick push into his backside. Dwayne's head jerked up in terror and a loud muffled cry escaped from beneath his gag. Unrelenting, I reached around and felt for his spent cock. The small fleshy appendage was still there - soft, greasy, and showing no signs of renewed life. In time, I thought, in time.
I adopted my best monotone and proceeded to instruct him on the fine art of "being another man's bitch."
"This, Dwayne, is what it feels like to be a submissive. It isn't meant to be a pleasurable experience. Not for you, anyway. The pleasure is mine only. You are just the vessel, the toy, the hole. Get used to it."
As I spoke, I slowly pulled my cock out of his ass, which I would immediately follow with a deep quick thrust that forced his entire body forward.
"You're going to be spending a lot of time in this position, and you're going to be experiencing a lot of pain in the coming months. You're nothing but a cunt as far as I'm concerned. You're a filthy, disgusting, piece of ass. That's all you are. A slave. I miserable cum sucking slave."
Yeah, it was all a bit dramatic, but I was new at this part too, so give me a break. We were both learning. Anyway, I kept it up for as long as I could. The kid's tight rim was really doing a number on my cock, and it was all I could do not to blow a fat load after just a couple of strokes. I kept up the established pace - slow to pull out, quick to push in. I managed to last for about 15 minutes, but then I felt the onset of an irreversible orgasm that was going to happen regardless of whether I wanted it to or not. That's how tight this guy was.
"Get ready for it bitch.... slave's about to get his cunt filled with a fresh load of his Master's seed. .........AAAAArrrrrrggggggg!!!!!"
And there it was. A thick burst of juice shot out of my cock like a cannon and splashed against the inside of his gut. I reached around to grab the little fucker's cock again as I blew, but all I got was a small mound of soft flesh and an ever-shrinking nut sac. Damn. He really was NOT enjoying this at all. Good, I thought. He'll get off on it later after he goes home and thinks about how another man used him like the whore he desperately wanted to be.
I left my cock in his ass until it had almost completely softened, and thought briefly about filling his gut with a load of piss, but then decided that that might be too much for little Dwayne the first time out. As he lay collapsed on the bed with his gag still in place and his cuffs firmly attached to his wrists, I let my cock slowly pop out of his bright red cunt. I stepped back and took it all in: a writhing pile of sweaty flesh, curled up on the bed, cuffed and gagged, desperately trying to catch his breath and with a face full of fresh tears. For effect, I hocked up a thick wad of snot and loudly shot it onto the side of his face to let him know just how worthless a creature he now was. I think he got the point.
Feeling the sudden need to add just one more bit of humiliation to the mix, I reached over to unfasten his gag so that he could suck away the shit-stains from my cock, but decided that he was still too upset (didn't want him to scream or anything), so instead, I grabbed his cuffed wrists and pulled his body onto the floor.
"That's my bed... not yours. You belong on the floor."
As he tried to calm himself and relax, I hung my cock over his face and let a slow stream of piss drip from my dick onto the side of his head. This shook him from his state of shock and (I think) almost made him wretch, but he remained perfectly still as a steady stream of his Master's piss coated his face, hair, and neck. Whoa, that was a hot thing to watch. It almost made me bone-up again... almost.
I left him in a pool of piss with his shaking limbs and tear-stained face. I removed my shirt, replaced it with a fresh white tank and proceeded to calmly wipe the remains of his ass from my cock with a moist rag as I sucked on a cigarette and a fresh glass of (cheap) scotch. I finally collapsed in the chair, hit the TV remote, and took in the late morning news chatter... completely ignoring my little "customer." We weren't done yet, and he knew it.
... until next time.
CXG