My New Pimp, part 8
"More Revenge for Miguel"
By justinnewjersey@yahoo.com
I knocked on the door of the motel room and waited. Slick had sent me out on a job and he said it was an overnighter.
I was pretty surprised when Robbie answered the door. "Dude, what's up?" he asked.
I came in and smelled beer and cigarettes. It was a crappy motel and the TV was on too loud. Robbie was just wearing white boxer briefs.
I sat down on a chair. "What's the story, man? Is your piss master here?"
"He went out for more beer. Chill." Robbie said.
"So what are we doing? I heard he hired me for all night."
Robbie just kept pacing, kinda nervous like, in front of the TV. "He told me I could have you first, until he gets back."
I cracked one of the remaining beers. "Really?"
"Yeah. I want to suck you off again, but my fantasy is to do it while I have you tied up to the bed."
I drank some more beer. "Sure, dude, but just make sure we all understand, that friend of yours- well, nobody pisses on me."
"Nah he wouldn't do that. He told me you were `too pretty' to piss on! Anyway, let's get going. I'm boned up as you can see!" and I saw his underwear tenting up in the front.
I got on the bed, laid on my back, and said, "You do give a decent blow job, dude." Robbie picked up some thin rope and began tying my wrists to the bed frame.
He stroked me through my cargos, and then pulled them and my boxers off. I had already kicked off my flip-flops, so all I had on was a white wife beater. Then he tied up my ankles and roped the cords around the bottom of the bed frame. I was laid out in a pretty awkward position, and for some reason, even though I hated this shit, and especially with my former best friend Robbie, I had a hard on.
Robbie stroked it and I got harder. Then he changed channels on me, and announced he was going to mouth fuck me.
"No way, man. You never said nothing about that. And I don't do that shit. Unlike you, I ain't no faggot."
"Fuck that, A.J. You sucked Miguel's cock every chance you got. And I hear you suck off ZeShaun now too. Open up" and he straddled my chest and pulled down his boxer briefs.
"Put that shit in my mouth and I'll bite it the fuck off" I told him.
"Fuck you will, dude. First off, you're tied up and my piss master will be here real soon. He don't like faggots that don't listen. Second, we hired you. So you do what we want. You know how it works, and this was all worked out with Slick and ZeShaun."
I spit in Robbie's face. Then he slapped me.
"You want it rough, faggot?" Robbie said. I started to squirm, but really couldn't move around too much. He had done a good job tying me up. Robbie started to jerk off, and within a couple of minutes he shot his babies all over my face and in my hair. But I kept my mouth closed. Fucker.
Then as Robbie kind of came back to earth, he yelled "OK boss. Come on out."
When the bathroom door opened, it became pretty clear, pretty quick that the piss master was not coming, and my situation was much worse.
Miguel stood at the foot of the bed. He had the most evil motherfucking smile I had ever seen on a person. Robbie scampered off my chest, pulling up his underwear and got on his knees at the side of the bed.
Miguel. I hadn't seen him, of course, since Robbie and I left him tied up and pissed on back in his apartment in Philadelphia, gagged, and with a dildo shoved up his ass. He just stood there staring a hole through me. He was naked, and his cock was rock hard and sticking up as he slowly stroked it.
"Think you'd never see me again, cocksucker?" I didn't know what to say so I kept quiet.
"Don't matter to me if you answer or not. I been thinking for weeks of how I would make you pay for what you and this other faggot here done. He already been punished, and he's coming back to Philly with me tomorrow to work off his debts.
You I ain't so sure about. Maybe you'll be coming back, tied up and thrown in my trunk, or maybe you just gonna be found by the side of the road somewhere. I ain't quite decided. But it ain't gonna be pretty, you miserable motherfuckin piece of shit.
Gag the faggot" Miguel said to Robbie, and he stuffed a sock in my mouth, and then put duct tape over my mouth. Then Miguel got out his bag of tricks. I'd seen him use these things on girls he fucked back home. In fact, we'd used a couple on him that last night.
Obviously, he intended to use Robbie to do the torture. He handed him some nasty looking nipple clamps. Miguel reached over and ripped off my wife beater, and then Robbie put them on me. I howled in pain, but the gag muffled most of it.
Then he handed Robbie a candle. Robbie lit it, and proceeded to hold it over my nuts and cock, dropping melted hot wax on my junk. It was horrible. Once in a while Robbie would twist the clamps on my nipples, and laugh.
Miguel just stood there, grinning, and stroking his dick. He loved giving pain and being in charge. And when he was violent with someone it made him want to fuck them.
Eventually Miguel tired of watching me squirm in pain from these tricks and he walked over and pulled out a tattoo gun. It wasn't a fancy one like in a real shop, but the jailhouse kind, where a paper clip has been sharpened and put in an ink pen. A Walkman motor and batteries powered the thing, and as Miguel fired it up and came towards me on the bed, his cock got even harder.
"That's enough faggot. Get out of the way" he said to Robbie. He sat down next to me on the bed. I could smell his cock and body.
"Been waiting for this moment, to put my brand on you. You're my property, and I don't want anyone else to get any ideas about who owns your cocksucking ass. I think this is gonna hurt a lot and that makes me happy."
Miguel leaned over and began to push the tattooing device into and out of my skin, just above my right nipple. The pain was shocking as he jabbed it in rudely. About thirty minutes later and after constant "ink" refills from his torture assistant Robbie, he finished. He rubbed a little Jack Daniels over his work, and sat back to admire it.
"You can't see yet how nice this looks. Bitch," he said to Robbie, "come over here and tell your girlfriend what it says".
"It says `Miguel's Bitch'. Nice job!" Robbie was all smiles.
"Put this shit away" Miguel said, as he stood. He started stroking his massive cock again. It had never gotten soft the whole time he had been tattooing me. I know, cuz I kept watching it in fear.
"Untie the bitch's legs for me, faggot" he said to Robbie. Robbie undid the ropes.
Miguel got up on the bed again, and parted my legs. He roughly jammed his cock into my asshole. It had been awhile, and even though I'm straight, I remembered how much pride I felt when he chose me to fuck over Robbie or another dude.
"Been waiting to fuck this pussy for a few weeks" he grunted. "Wanted to do it dry and rough, sort of a payback for your treachery. You look nice all tied up and gagged."
He pulled on the nipple clamps. The pain was beyond intense as he fucked my ass. I was sore already because of his size.
"And I think the tat looks nice. Real cheap, just like you, bitch. A real fucking jailhouse tattoo for my bitch. Looks like shit really, dontcha think faggot?"
Robbie said, "Yeah, makes him look like the faggot punk that he is. Maybe I could fuck him when you're done?"
Miguel reached out and cuffed Robbie good, knocking him across the room. He never stopped fucking me though, and cruelly twisting the tit clamps. "Shut the fuck up loser unless I ask you something. Gotta fuck this faggot silly."
And Miguel started grunting and yelling "Fuck yeah. Take my cum you fuckin faggot!" He came in waves, pushing hard into me. I felt the warm cum and it felt like so much in me.
Finally he pulled out. I guess slapping me, since I had a gag in, was useless, so he hauled off and punched me in the face. "Stupid faggot. Hope you learned a lesson. There's gonna be more nights like this." I felt Miguel's cum seeping out of my very sore asshole.
Then he stood up, and ordered Robbie to come over and clean off his cock. Finally, he got dressed, and told Robbie to do so too.
"Leave the cocksucker there. Let's go out and have a few beers and see about some pussy".
NEXT TIME: SHOW DOWN WITH ZESHAUN? WHO DOES AJ BELONG TOO, REALLY?