Payback Is a Bitch

Payback Is A Bitch Chapter 5

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Present Day, 8 years later

Sam Darrow sat in his new office one afternoon at the investment bank where he worked as a vice president. He was looking at some of the mortgage loans that the bank had granted over the past two years. Specifically, Sam was looking at the loans which were delinquent and about to enter into foreclosure proceedings.

Sam had just turned 26 years old and was a graduate of one of the finest schools of finance and banking in the country. He went through school on a full scholarship, and graduated in the top five of his class. After graduation, Sam accepted a job with one of the top investment banks in New York and worked there for three years. He was very successful and was able to turn his rather modest investments into some major money. There was no "insider" trading going on, just using his education and natural ability to see investment opportunities before most other investors did. His venture into hedge funds had yielded very high profits, which he then re-invested in some high risk ventures. Some did not do well, but most of them were wildly successful.

While in college, Sam became a regular at the gym, working out and shaping his already nice body into that of a stud. He went jogging every morning before class, then spent most of his free time at the gym or at the campus pool. He studied hard and made excellent grades. In his sophomore year, Sam started taking martial arts lessons as a way to further tone his body. After graduation, Sam went into graduate school and obtained his master's degree in economics and finance. At age 23, he then moved to New York and continued his karate, jiu-jitsu and other martial arts training at the best facility in the city. By the time he finished his second year at the investment bank, Sam was a highly respected black belt in three different martial art categories.

Sam never really liked living in the big city of New York. He missed his small hometown in so many ways. He had remained in touch with his friends back home, but the one thing that he didn't miss was the guy who had bullied him throughout middle and high school, Buck Johansson. Buck had tormented him for several years, blackmailing Sam with his knowledge that Sam was gay. Buck had coerced Sam into submitting his body, his mouth and his ass to Buck, who took great pleasure in humiliating him. Buck had made Sam suck him off and, eventually, giving his ass for Buck to fuck whenever and wherever he liked. Those years had always haunted Sam, BUT Sam had to acknowledge that much of the time he had truly enjoyed being used as a cum-dump for Buck. Sam had fallen in love with Buck's penis, a truly beautiful cock that any gay boy would want to worship.

After three years in New York, Sam decided it was time to go home and leave the cold, impersonal life of the big city. With his educational background, his highly successful run as an investment guru, a fat bank account with most of his earnings in the market, Sam applied for a position at the largest bank in his hometown and was offered a vice-presidency immediately.

Sam's parents had passed away while he was in New York and left their family home to him. Initially he had rented the house out, but now the lease was up and Sam decided to move into the home in his old neighborhood. After the move, Sam settled in to his new life in the town where he had grown up. He made contact with his old friend, Freddie, the boy whose dick was the very first one that Sam had ever had in his mouth. He also re-connected with his high school boyfriend, Jeff.

When Jeff came over to Sam's home, he was surprised by his old friend's appearance. When he and Jeff were seniors in high school, Sam had been somewhat of an athlete and had been in good shape, a very cute boy with short, dirty-blond hair. But back then, Sam was always small for his age, a late bloomer. But when Sam opened his front door when Jeff came for his first visit, he couldn't believe how much Sam had changed. He was heavier now, but it was clearly muscle, not fat. And that's not all. It was more than just a physical change. Sam acted like a completely different person, full of self-confidence and charm, very good-looking and fit.

Sam hugged his old friend, Jeff, and invited him into the house. Although Jeff had been to Sam's house many times in the past, he almost didn't recognize it. The house had been completely updated, everything from new windows and hardwood floors, to a brand new kitchen and bathrooms. Although Sam had changed in many ways, to Jeff he was the same friendly, warm and funny guy he had known back in middle school and high school. Even though Sam had been gone for eight years, they picked up their friendship as if Sam had never left.

Jeff spent several hours at Sam's house, catching him up on local happenings, high school friends, weddings, divorces, all of it. One thing that Jeff told Sam was that Buck and Angela had gotten married in their senior year of high school and had a couple of kids. In fact, both Buck and Angela were living in the same neighborhood as Sam. Jeff told Sam that he had heard that Buck had a serious gambling problem, and that Angela had become a real "pill head" and spent most of her time high. Buck had a hard time holding down a decent job, and Angela stayed at home with the kids. Their oldest boy was nine years old now, and they had one younger son as well. Sam chuckled and said, "That dumb bastard Buck! He probably doesn't know that fucking can get a girl pregnant!" Jeff and Sam laughed, and then Jeff added, "I heard that Angela got her tubes tied after the second one because Buck wouldn't stop fucking her without protection."

At one point, Sam's old friend, Freddie, came by for a visit. As they sipped a couple of cold beers, Freddie confirmed what Jeff had told Sam, and added that Buck has gotten a reputation for running around on Angela, fucking some skanky whores that he picks up at the local pub. "Yeah," said Sam wistfully, "That sounds about right. Buck has always been an arrogant asshole who just wants to get his dick wet." Freddie laughed and said, "Well, from what I hear, he's kind of turned into a loser who can't keep a job and has a lot of gambling debts. When Angela's parents passed away, they left her some money, but Buck apparently blew through that in no time. They sunk a lot of it into their house, but Buck gambled the rest of it away. And Angela spends a lot on pills, unfortunately. Those poor boys."

Sam was listening intently to this news about the guy who had bullied him and made his life miserable when he was in middle school and high school. He thought it sounded about right. Buck was an arrogant asshole who just thought he could bully his way through life and someone would take care of him. And he certainly wasn't very bright.

Sam spent the next several months settling into his new home and his new job. He made friends at work and at home, and he even called his old friend, Billy, the black fellow who had fucked Sam that day deep in the woods of Smithers Park when Buck had taken him there. Sam had been able to hook up with Billy from time to time during his senior year of high school, and whenever Billy could slip out of his house where he and his wife lived, he would meet up with Sam and screw the boy's little white ass. Now, Billy would come by and fuck the cum out of Sam whenever he could.

One day, soon after Jeff and Freddie had told him about Buck's problems with gambling debts and his inability to hold down a decent job, Sam made some discreet inquiries at his bank and found out the name of the mortgage company that held the mortgage on Buck's house. He also checked up on Buck's current credit rating score. These inquiries painted a very dismal picture of Buck Johansson's financial status.

When Sam contacted a friend who worked with the mortgage company that held the mortgage on Buck's home, he learned that the mortgage company was about to initiate foreclosure proceedings against Buck and Angela because they were months behind in their mortgage payments. After making further discreet inquiries, Sam learned that Buck and Angela were three years behind in their property taxes for their house. This did not include the very large debts that Buck had incurred with some rather shady gambling houses by making bad bets on football and basketball games around the country. And Sam was able to find out that the bank where he was vice president was about to repossess Buck and Angela's automobile.

In short, Buck and Angela Johansson were in deep financial shit. Their world was about to come crashing down around them.

One evening, Sam left his office at the bank and drove to the pub that was closest to his neighborhood. He went inside and quietly found a table in one of the corners, took a seat and ordered a beer. As he looked at the other patrons, he was not too surprised to see Buck Johansson sitting at the bar. Sam's heart raced as he saw his old nemesis, obviously drunk, and hitting on some sleazy-looking woman in her forties without success.

Sam observed Buck for 30 minutes or so. In that time, Buck had succeeded in completely pissing off the sleazy woman at the bar, and she got up and left the pub. Buck sat alone now. It was the chance that Sam had been hoping for. Sam grabbed his beer, got up from the table and slid up onto the bar stool next to Buck.

"Hey Buck!" said Sam jovially, "Long time since I've run into you!" Buck turned and looked at Sam, not recognizing him for a few seconds until his eyes suddenly widened with surprise. "Sammy-boy! Is that you?" Sam grinned and said, "Yup! It's me! And you're still calling me "Sammy-boy?" Buck turned on his stool looking directly at Sam, his eyes confirming that this was indeed the Sam that he had known back in middle school and high school. Buck smirked and said, "Of course! You're my Sammy-boy! How are you doin', son?" Sam could feel the hairs on the back of his neck bristle as he looked into that handsome, arrogant face that he knew so well. Buck had gained a little weight and looked to have lost a little of the toned, muscular body he once had.

Sam said, "I'm doing great, Buck, thanks for asking! Yeah, I have moved back home a month or so ago! I've renovated my folk's old home in the neighborhood and I am living there now." "No shit?" said Buck in a slurred voice, "Damn, I still live in the old neighborhood too!" "Really?" asked Sam, "How is Angela doing?" The look on Buck's face suddenly changed to a slight scowl. "Oh, the old lady? She's good, she's good! Same old Angela!"

Sam and Buck talked about nothing other than Buck's bullshit about how great he was doing, making lots of money and living the good life. He never mentioned his two sons, and he never brought up Angela's name again. Sam also noted to himself that Buck did not ask about how Sam was doing, what line of work he was in, or anything about Sam that had happened in the last eight years. He only talked about himself. Some things never change.

Buck had another few beers as they chatted, while Sam slowly sipped his beer. Sam said, "Well, buddy, it's been good to see you. I probably need to be getting home." Buck grabbed Sam's arm and said, "Hey, Sammy-boy, I left my wallet at the house. Do you mind getting my tab for me? I'll pay you back!" Sam smiled and said, "Sure, Buck, no problem!" Buck grinned at him and said, "Thanks, ole buddy! That's what old friends are for. You know, we've known each other a long time! We go way back!" Sam said, "Yeah, we sure do. We've done a lot of things together."

Sam paid their bar tabs, then followed Buck out of the pub. "Hey, Sammy-boy, I hate to call Angela for a ride, how about you give me a lift home? It won't be much out of your way. Besides, I'd like to get a quick look at what you have done with your parents' old house. Take me there and show it to me." Sam thought for a second, then said, "Sure, Buck, no problem. This is my car right over there."

When they got into the car, Buck said, "Yeah, it's been a long time since we've gotten together, hasn't it?" Sam nodded as he guided the car out into the road and headed towards their neighborhood. Buck said, "Are you still a queer, Sammy-boy?" The directness of the question almost made Sam choke, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Yes, Buck, I'm still gay. Why would you ask me that?" Buck laughed and said, "Oh, no offense intended! I am just curious. I remember that back in the day, you were always so hot for my cock, like you just couldn't get enough of it. You remember that?" Sam's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he fought the urge to stop the car and throw this asshole out. When he calmed down some, Sam replied, "Well, old buddy, I remember you threatening to tell everyone at school that I was gay to coerce me into sucking your dick. And you threatened to beat me up unless I let you fuck me." Buck said, "Aww, c'mon, dude, I was just joking with you back then. You wanted to do those things, man!" "Whatever," said Sam as he pulled the car into his driveway.

They were both silent as they walked from the car to the front door of Sam's house. When they went inside, Buck went over to the soft leather sofa and sprawled down on it. "Hey, Sammy-boy, you got any beer?"

Sam went to the fridge and got a couple of beers, then joined Buck back in the living room. He handed a beer to Buck, then started to sit in a large leather chair across from the sofa. Buck sat there, legs spread wide, sipped his beer and said, "Aww, come on over here and sit with me buddy!" Sam moved over to the sofa and sat next to the drunk bully. They sipped their beers in silence for a minute, then Buck reached over, grabbed Sam's hand and thrust it into his crotch.

Sam had been expecting this. Nothing had changed with Buck Johansson. He was still the brutish bully he had always been. Buck said, "Here, Sammy-boy, why don't you get reacquainted with your old friend here? He has really missed you!"

Sam could tell immediately that Buck's dick was hard as a stone. Buck held Sam's hand there, and Sam did not resist, wanting to see just how far Buck would go. "Go ahead, play with it, get me hard," whispered Buck. Sam's fingers closed around the tube of flesh inside Buck's pants. Sam's heart was racing as he thought about that cock that he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Here it was now, and Sam wanted to see it.

Buck said, "Unzip me and pull it out, Sammy-boy! Fuck, I'm so horny!" Sam's fingers trembled slightly as he unsnapped the top button of Buck's khaki pants and pulled his zipper down over the protruding bulge. "Get your clothes off, Sammy-boy," said Buck, "You know how this is supposed to be done." Sam stood up from the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it onto the floor. Buck looked at Sam's arms and chest, and his eyes widened with surprise at Sam's physique. "Wow," said Buck, "You've bulked up there a little, Sammy-boy!" Sam just smiled and then dropped his pants and underwear to his feet. Sam's cock was hard, and Buck looked at it and chuckled, saying, "Looks like your chest and shoulders aren't the only things that have bulked up! Looks like the thought of seeing my cock again has excited you!"

Sam kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, then sat down again, totally naked. Buck was looking at Sam's face when he said, "Man, you still have a pretty mouth, Sammy-boy! And you still have those cocksucker lips. Now pull my dick out." Sam pulled Buck's white briefs down below his balls. There it was. There was that beautiful hard, smooth, alabaster white cock that Sam loved so much when he was in middle school and high school. Sam sat and stared at that cock, thinking about all of the times that column of hard flesh had been in his mouth and deep in his ass. Sam watched it throb and drip a small, clear glob of precum from the tip, then dribble down the underside of Buck's cock.

Sam looked up at Buck's face and saw the same sadistic smirk that he had known as a kid, the face of an arrogant prick who was used to getting whatever he wanted. "C'mon, faggot, stop wasting my time. You know you're gonna suck my dick, and I know it too. You're the same queer that used to suck me off all the time when we were in school. You're the same queer that used to beg me to fuck you in the ass all the time. And you're the same queer that sucked off all those strange men in the woods behind the public restrooms in Smithers Park. Now, c'mon and get this dick in your mouth and start sucking! If you do it right, I might just fuck you in that hot ass of yours tonight as well! You used to squeal like a little girl when I fucked your ass, Sammy-boy, you remember that?"

Sammy blinked his eyes a couple of times and backed away from Buck slightly. Buck's words humiliated him and hurt him. Buck was still an asshole.

Sammy said, "I didn't want to do any of those things, you fuckin' jerk! You made me do them! You threatened to expose me to everyone in school for being gay, and you threatened to beat me up. That's what happened! I never wanted to be bent over a tree trunk and fucked over and over. You humiliated me!"

Buck laughed cruelly, and with a sneer, he said, "Well, if I humiliated you, it's because you deserved it! You're a goddamn queer, Sammy-boy! Maybe I'll do the same things I did when we were in school to keep you in line! Maybe I'll go to the place where you work and tell them that you're a fuckin' queer! I have some of those old photos of your ass bent over that tree in the woods! I bet your boss would love to see that!" Buck looked Sam right in the eye and said, "And I can still kick the shit outta you if you don't behave! Now get your ass over here and suck my goddamn dick before you really piss me off!"

Even though it had been along time ago, Sam felt a strong urge to get on his knees and suck that beautiful cock again. Sam had been conditioned for years to immediately submit to Buck's demands, without question or hesitation. He still felt that, strongly. But Sam was a different person now. He was no longer a shy gay boy who lived in fear of being outed and branded by his schoolmates as a cocksucker. He was a smart, mature and successful adult gay man who was out. All of his employers, past and present, had been made aware up front that Sam is gay, and he never experienced any blow-back from it. He had been curious to find out if Buck had changed any. And now he knew.

Sam knew that if he knelt down between Buck's legs right now and took that beautiful dick back into his mouth, he would always be a submissive cocksucker, always at Buck's beck and call. And Sam had resolved to never let that happen again.

Sam stood up from the sofa and grabbed his silky underwear and his pants. As he pulled them on, Sam looked at Buck and said, "Put your dick away, asshole, you look stupid sitting there that way." Buck just sneered at him and said, "Have it your way, Princess! But when you see me at where ever it is that you work and ask to see your boss, you're gonna change your mind and beg me to fuck your ass like the little fairy that you are!"

"Don't bother, asshole, everyone I work for and with are very aware of my sexual preference, because I have told them! That shit ain't gonna work now like it did in middle school." Sam pulled on his shirt, and while he did he said, "Now put your junk away and get the fuck out of my house. You can walk home, asshole. And if you ever come back here, I'll have you arrested. Got that?"

Buck glared at Sam as he put his boner away and pulled up his pants and underwear. As he stood up, he pointed his finger at Sam and said, "You're gonna regret this, faggot! This whole neighborhood is going to find out that you're a slutty cocksucker! I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you!" As Buck walked to the front door, Sam laughed and said, "See? That's the thing, Buck. I don't give a shit what you tell anyone about me. I'm OUT! Everyone who matters already knows that I'm gay. The shitty leverage that you use to have over me is gone, buddy! GONE! And if you ever lay a hand on me... well, you'll regret it! Now get the fuck out of here!"

Buck opened the front door and stepped outside. Then he turned back one last time and said, "This ain't over, faggot! When I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my cock!" With that, Buck slammed the door behind him.

Over the next month, Sam made sure that he and Buck Johansson never crossed paths. Sam was furious about some of the things that Buck had said to him that night at his home. Sam supposed that he had hoped that Buck had changed, that with maturity, marriage and kids, he would have given up his hateful bully persona. Sam had even hoped that they could be friends. But, if anything, Buck was worse than he had been back in high school.

Sam kept worrying about what Buck had said when he had left Sam's house that night. Even though most bullies huff and puff and make threats, they usually don't have the guts to follow through with those threats. So Sam started using the resources available to him and further investigated Buck's financial status. He discovered that Buck and Angela's house was in foreclosure proceedings and would be up for sale to the highest bidder in a couple of days. Sam decided that he would be ready when that happened.

With just a few phone calls, Sam was able to liquidate some of his investment assets without a very heavy penalty or tax liability. He contacted a friend of his in the real estate business and found out the approximate market value of Buck's house. He discussed his plans with his attorney to make sure that everything he was going to do was legal and airtight.

When the day arrived for the foreclosure sale of Buck's and Angela's house, Sam went to the mortgage company's main office and, at the appointed time for the sale, only two bidders were present... and Sam was one of them. After a short bidding process, Sam was able to convince the other bidder that he was prepared to spend whatever it took to buy the house, so the other bidder dropped out of the bidding. It only cost Sam pennies on the dollar to buy out the mortgage and acquire complete and sole ownership of Buck's and Angela's house. It was going to become the best investment that Sam had ever made.

Although Sam now had the right to enter Buck's house and begin eviction proceedings, Sam's attorney advised him to wait for a month to allow the time for any possible legal appeal of the foreclosure sale to pass and lapse. So that is what Sam did. Sam knew how to be patient to get what he wants.

That month passed slowly. As Buck drove by Buck's and Angela's house, he could see no change in the daily routine of the Johansson family. It was like they were completely oblivious to the fact that they were now living in someone else's house... Sam's house. Sam made sure that his attorney had thoroughly reviewed the foreclosure procedure, that all required notices had been duly served on Buck and Angela, and that there was no legal way anymore to protest or reverse the foreclosure and the sale. Sam now had considerable leverage over his high school bully, and he was very proud of himself.

Sam called his old friend, Jeff, and had him come over to his house. Jeff was now a firefighter for the city. He knew Buck Johansson very well, and he knew firsthand what a complete asshole he was. He and Sam had been sexual partners when Buck had faded out of Sam's life when they were seniors in high school. And they had now resumed that relationship when Sam had moved back home, often spending the night.

When Jeff arrived at Sam's house, they had a home-cooked supper that Sam had prepared. Afterwards, after they had cleared the table, Sam brought out a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon champagne and two crystal champagne glasses. Jeff raised his eyebrows and said, "Holy shit! What's the occasion?" At that point, Sam brought Jeff up to speed on what he had been doing with the foreclosure purchase of Buck's home and his plans for the near future. Jeff was blown away! He was delighted with his friend's cleverness. Jeff was acutely aware of what Buck had put Sam through when they were in school, but he was not aware of all of the details... like Sam being humiliated by Buck making him suck the dicks of complete strangers in the woods of Smithers Park, and then being bent over a fallen tree trunk and anally raped on several occasions.

As Sam and Jeff toasted and drank their champagne, Sam revealed to Jeff what he hoped would be Jeff's small role in Sam's plans. Jeff eagerly agreed to participate.

When they were done and the champagne bottle was empty and upside down in the ice bucket, Sam took Jeff by the hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. Jeff had grown into a muscular, hunky firefighter with a beautiful ass and a real talent for sucking cock. His body was smooth and hairless except for under his arms and around his penis and balls. As they ascended the stairs, Sam reached out and squeezed Jeff's bubble-butt through his jeans, causing Jeff to yelp with surprise.

Sam set the home burglar alarm and then started taking his clothes off. "Strip for me, Jeff," Sam said, "You sexy fireman stud!" Jeff giggled and started taking off his clothes, feeling his cock getting hard. Even when they were seniors in high school, Jeff always assumed the bottom, submissive role with Sam. He worshipped Sam, and always had. And now that Sam was back home after all of those years, Jeff worshipped him even more. Sam had changed so much in those years he was away. He had developed a beautiful, muscular and toned body. He exuded self-confidence and composure. He was very successful in his career. He had grown into a very sexy, desirable man, not a man to be fucked with.

As he shucked off his clothes, Jeff's cock was hard as steel. Jeff had a very toned and fit body himself. His face was cute, but his body was hot! Jeff's best feature was his ass. It was as smooth as a baby's, and it looked like two halves of a melon pushed together side by side. His cock was cut and was an average length, about 6.5 inches long. Right now, it was jutting straight out at a 75 degree angle as he stood there letting Sam take it all in. "Fuck, you are beautiful!" said Sam as he looked his friend's body up and down.

Sam opened his pants, unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. His shirt was already off, and when he slowly pulled down his boxer-briefs, his hard penis bounded out and slapped against the lower part of Sam's belly. Sam's penis had grown some since his high school days. It was between 7.5 and 8 inches in length, circumcised and thicker than average. It was not beer can thick, but it was thick enough to be formidable and to stretch a man or boy open.

Sam's ass had always been a dick magnet, hairless and firm, and sort of on the meaty side. He had a smattering of hair between the globes of his butt, but not so much as to be very noticeable. His dirty blond hair of his boyhood had darkened some, and Sam kept it cut short on the sides and back, but with a little length on the top.

Sam approached Jeff and pulled him close. They kissed, lightly at first and then heavier with parted lips and tongues wrestling each other. Their cocks were pressed up together between them as Sam's hands slowly slid down Jeff's back and over the outward curve of his firm ass. "Are you gonna give me some pussy, baby?" breathed Sam into Jeff's ear. Jeff's legs felt wobbly as he wrapped his strong arms around Sam's neck. Jeff whispered, "Only if I get to suck that big sexy cock of yours first!" "Come on, baby," said Sam in a hoarse whisper, "Let's get you into bed and give you some dick to suck and eat."

Sam fucked Jeff's tight ass that night, after he fed his dick down Jeff's throat. Sam asked Jeff to spend the night with him, and Jeff couldn't say no. The next morning, Sam and Jeff discussed Sam's plans for dealing with Buck. Sam felt it was wise to have Jeff be there with him when he first confronted Buck with the legal changes that had been made regarding Buck's house and its new owner. Sam even believed that it would be prudent to have Jeff video the entire interaction, just in case something went sideways and evidence was needed.

"Do you think Buck will be violent?" asked Jeff as they ate breakfast together. "Yeah," replied Sam, "It is highly likely, in my opinion. But I can handle him." "Oh yeah," said Jeff with a smile, "the martial arts thing." "Yep," said Sam, "but I won't hurt him. The idea behind jui-jitsu is defense, protecting yourself from an attacker. I can handle him until he calms down."

Sam decided to confront Buck that coming Friday afternoon, while Buck's boys are in school and just Buck and Angela were at home. He had copies made of the foreclosure sale, the receipt for the cash that Sam had paid at the closing, the new deed showing Sam as the sole owner of the house, and a letter written by Sam's attorney addressed to Buck and Angela laying out the new reality regarding the house's new ownership. It also explained that Sam, as the property's owner, had complete authority to evict Buck and Angela if he chose to do so, and there was nothing that Buck or Angela could legally do to prevent it.

On Friday at lunch, Sam left his office for the day. He drove by Jeff's apartment and picked him up. Jeff had a video recorder camera with him. Sam was confident that both Buck and Angela would be home because Buck had been unemployed for three or four weeks, and Angela was too lazy to bother getting a job. Sam carried with him a large manilla envelope containing the copies of the documents that Sam had made.

Jeff was nervous and he asked Sam if he was as well. "No, not really," replied Sam, actually, I have been looking forward to this day for a long long time. Buck Johansson made my life miserable when I was just a kid and couldn't stand up to him. But now I can, and payback is a bitch!"

They pulled up to Buck's house and parked on the street. Sam said, "You get out and stand here by the car, and start filming. Don't stop filming until I say so. If things get really crazy, and they won't, you can jump back into the car and lock the doors, but keep filming. Don't try to intervene or come to my rescue. I'll be just fine. Got it?" Jeff nodded his head and said, "Got it!" "Okay," Sam said, "Let's go."

Both Sam and Jeff got out of the car. Jeff started the video recording, stating date, time and place, then leaned back against the car and filmed Sam walking casually up to the front door of Buck's house. Sam was holding the documents envelope in one hand as he rang the doorbell with his other. There was a moment of silence before Sam heard someone inside approaching the door. When the front door swung open, Sam saw Buck with a mean scowl on his face.

"What the fuck do you want, fairy-boy? You come to apologize to me for not sucking my dick last week?" growled Buck. Sam just smirked and handed the documents envelope to Buck. "What the fuck is this?" said Buck sourly, "You didn't have to apologize in writing! Besides, Angela's home, so you can't suck me off this afternoon, you're gonna have to wait until later on tonight." Buck laughed at his own joke, but Sam just stood there with a smile.

Sam said, "Read what's in the envelope, Buck. There are going to be a lot of changes made around here and I guarantee that you're not gonna like it. You have lost your house, Buck, and I have bought it, fair and square. This is my house now. I have every right to start eviction proceedings against you and Angela, so you'd better think very carefully when you speak to me."

Buck's eyes narrowed menacingly as he glared at Sam. "The fuck you say!" shouted Buck loudly, "Get your panzy ass off of my property before I call the cops!" Sam kept his voice low and calm and, still smiling at Buck, said, "Take ten minutes or so and read these documents, Bucky-boy! They will tell you the whole story. And when you're done, if you know what's good for you, you will come back outside and talk to me civilly and we will take things from there."

Buck was now seriously agitated and flustered. He vaguely remembered getting some certified mail from the mortgage company over the last six months or more, but he just ignored them like he ignored the overdue bills they owed and the bank's threats to repossess his and Angela's car. He went back into the house and slammed the door behind him. Sam walked back to his car and stood beside Jeff, leaning against the car.

"Who the hell was that at the door that you were yelling at?" said Angela as Buck came back into the kitchen with the documents envelope clutched in his fist. Buck looked up at his wife. Angela was barefoot, wearing only a silky-looking robe. She wore no makeup and he hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. She had a glazed look in her eyes, and Buck knew that she was high. "It was that fucking queer cocksucker, Sam Darrow!" "Sam Darrow?" asked Angela loudly, "I thought he was living in Tokyo or Paris somewhere! What's he doing back here? He's that boy that you had all that fun with, letting him suck your dick all the time, and even letting you fuck him in his ass, right?" "Yeah, that's him," replied Buck as he sat down at the kitchen table and cleared away some dirty dishes to make room to look at these so-called documents. "That lying cocksucker was yammering away at me, telling me that he owns this house now! That faggot is trippin'!"

As Buck ripped open the envelope, Angela went to the front window of the living room and peeked outside, where she saw Sam and Jeff waiting by their car. "He's still out there," she said, "at least I think that's him! Wow! He sure has changed since I last saw him! He was just a dumb kid, but look at him now! He's all grown up and is really handsome now! He's a sexy lookin' man!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP, Angela!" screamed Buck as he started reading the letter from the attorney, "Shut your fuckin' yap, bitch! I need to think!"

The more Buck read, the more he felt a great big knot forming in the pit of his stomach. No, this can't be true! he thought to himself. He looked at the foreclosure sale documents, then he looked at the deed showing Sam Darrow as the sole owner of the property at this address. No No No No NO! Buck slammed his fist down onto the table, causing plates and glasses to fall and shatter onto the floor. NO! It can't be! There's been some major mistake! Buck's anger built up more and more as he looked at Sam Darrow's name on the deed.

Buck stood up, causing his chair to fall backwards onto the floor, and he stormed over to his front door, yanking it open. He started walking towards Sam quickly. Buck didn't notice Jeff start the video recording, all he could see through the reddish haze in his eyes was Sam, casually leaning up against the car, smiling at Buck as the enraged bully approached him. When Buck was within arm's reach of Sam, he swung his fist violently, intending to connect with Sam's jaw. But the clenched fist never finished its journey. With a swift move, Sam's hand shot up and hit Buck's forearm, blocking the punch and deflecting it away harmlessly. At the same time, Sam's leg moved out and tripped the angry bully, causing Buck to fall with an audible thump onto the grassy lawn. Buck was shocked! He looked up from the ground and saw Sam standing over him, looking down at Buck and still smiling. "You miserable cocksucker!" screamed Buck. Sam stepped back and said, "Calm down, Bucky-boy! There's no need for violence. I understand you're upset...."

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Buck got up and, with a loud roar, charged directly at Sam. Sam deftly moved to the side, causing Buck to miss him entirely and crash headlong into the side of Sam's car. Jeff continued filming the entire scene as Buck lay on the curb and groaned in pain. Buck was dazed. His head was hurting, and he rubbed his forehead, feeling a small trickle of blood on his fingers. He looked up again at Sam, who was standing with his arms and palms open. "Come on, Buck," said Sam, "there's no need for this. What's done is done! I am sorry that you're mad... hell, I would be mad too. The difference is, I would never have brought this down on myself like you have! It's all your own fault, dude, and the sooner you get that through your stupid thick skull, the better off you'll be! Tell you what. We're going to leave now. If you come over to my house, I am warning you that I have all kinds of video surveillance and burglar alarms all around the property, and I WILL call the police if you set foot in my yard without my permission. You got that? I will have your sorry ass hauled away and locked up in jail. Now, get up slowly, walk back into my house and discuss this with your adoring wife. If you play your cards right, I might not have all of you evicted and sitting out on this curb. But if you are stupid, and I suspect that you are, you will lose everything. When you come to your senses, call me. Here's my number." Sam tossed a business card down onto the ground next to where Buck sat in a slump.

Sam and Jeff got into the car, Jeff still filming the defeated-looking Buck Johansson, and they drove away. Sam saw Buck struggle to his feet in the rearview mirror and head back to the house as they drove off.

"FUCK!" screamed Jeff gleefully, "Dude, that was fuckin' AWESOME!" Sam laughed and then realized that his cock was hard as steel inside his pants. "Yeah," Sam said with satisfaction, "That was truly epic!" Jeff looked down and saw Sam's huge erection bulging out the front of Sam's pants. "Fuck," said Jeff, "I wanna suck you off right now! I am so turned on by the way you handled that stupid jerk!" Sam laughed and said, "I'm gonna feed you my cock, don't you worry. But for now, let's get back to my place and see what Buck's next step is going to be. I bet it will be a couple of days before he calls me. If he waits any longer than that, I'll reach out and rattle his chain. But my hope is that he will take those documents to an attorney, if he can con one into working for him without a significant retainer up front. If he does, he's going to be told that I have him by the balls."

Three days later, Sam had decided that it was time to give Buck a call. He had not heard anything from Buck or Angela, and Sam was eager to push his plan forward. Just as Sam was about to make the call, his doorbell rang. Sam wasn't expecting any company, so when he approached the front door, he looked through the peephole. It was Buck, and he was alone. Sam opened the door and said, "Hello Buck. What can I do for you?" Buck was having difficulty making eye contact with Sam, looking at the ground in front of him. He said, "Well, for one thing, you can not ruin my fuckin' life. Can I come in?" Sam didn't move. "Are you going to behave like a good boy?" said Sam. Buck nodded silently, his head still bowed. "Then come in and have a seat," said Sam, stepping aside.

Buck entered Sam's house and followed Sam into the living room. Buck sat down, folded his hands together between his knees, and finally looked Sam in the eye. Buck said, "I want to reach a solution to this, uh, issue. That's why I'm here. I want to buy back my house from you." Sam sat in a chair opposite the sofa and said, "I would like to reach a solution as well, Buck. How much are you offering for the house?" Buck looked down at his shoes again and said, "Well, I will pay you whatever you paid for it."

Sam chuckled and said, "Buck, I paid significantly less than the market value of the house. Why would I accept anything less than market value?" Buck looked back up at Sam with hopeful eyes. Buck said, "Because it's my home, Sam, my home, Angela's home and my sons' home. Because we've known each other for a long time." Sam said, "Yeah, a long time, and during most of that time you were bullying me and forcing me to do things for you. You remember that, don't you, Bucky-boy? You remember calling me over to your house any time the mood hit you and making me get naked and suck your fuckin' dick, don't you? You remember taking me out to Smithers Park, bending me over a tree trunk and raping the shit outta me numerous times? Do you remember that, Bucky-boy?" Sam was angry now. Buck had crossed a line by trying to minimize what he had done to Sam some years ago.

Buck again looked at his shoes. "But this is my home!" cried Buck, starting to sound desperate. Sam was silent for several seconds, trying to control his anger at this asshole. Then Sam said, "Even if I were to sell you your house back for what I paid for it, how in hell are you going to come up with the money? You have no job, Angela doesn't work, you're behind on all of your debts, including your power bill, utilities and your car payment. That's not to mention the very substantial gambling debts that you have managed to incur. Let's face it, Bucky-boy, you can't do it!"

Buck looked back up at Sam, and Sam could clearly see that Buck was fighting back tears in his eyes. "Sam, please? I can get another job. Angela can get a job. Together, we can make payments to you and over a period of time, we can buy the house back! Please, Sam, I can do it!" Sam smiled as he shook his head in the negative. "C'mon, Buck, why in hell would I ever consider doing that? That's crazy, and that just ain't gonna happen. My plan is to fix the place up and get it on the market as soon as possible. I stand to make a substantial profit on this deal. I just need to get y'all out of there so I can start work."

By this time, Buck had tears rolling down his cheeks and he looked like he was about to sag down to the floor. If you didn't know what an arrogant, sadistic bastard Buck was, you might feel sorry for him. But Sam knew who the real Buck Johansson was. He knew the real Buck Johansson very well.

"Oh gawd," wailed Buck, "Please don't put us out on the street! Please Sam! I'll do whatever it takes! Please, maybe let us rent the house from you? Please, Sam! We have nowhere to go!" There it was. This is what Sam had been waiting to hear for 12 or more years. Sam savored every moment.

"How much rent can you pay per month?" asked Sam quietly. Buck looked up suddenly and into Sam's eyes. Was there a chance? Maybe he had hit on something. Then, suddenly, Sam said, "Never mind that, you can't even hold down a decent job. Forget it." Buck straightened up in his seat, finally feeling like he was getting somewhere. "No no no no!" said Buck with pure desperation in his voice, "No, wait, Sam! I know I can get a job and keep it, I know I can! And even if I can only get a minimum wage job, I can make rent. Angie can work too!"

Sam said, "How much?" Buck looked down at his feet again and said, "I don't know, fuck! I bet we could pay..." he paused while thinking, "fuck! I bet we could pay $900.00 a month! Yeah, $900.00!" Sam laughed softly and said, "Are you serious? Your house payment was well over $1,000.00 a month, and you couldn't even pay that!" Buck leaned forward in his seat, looked pleadingly in Sam's eyes, and said, "Plus I'll mow your yard and keep the bushes trimmed! I'll wash you car for you! Please, Sam, please! There's gotta be something I can do!"

Sam sat back in his chair, casually crossed his legs, then looked at Buck. "I want to think about it. I was going to call my attorney this afternoon and begin the eviction process. I am still going to call him and instruct him to draw up the eviction papers, but I won't file them until I have a chance to think this through." Buck looked elated all of a sudden. "Yeah! Yeah, that's a great idea, Sam! Great idea! Think about it!" Sam smiled a sly smile, then he said, " There are two things that prevent me from thinking clearly, Bucky-boy." "Yeah?" asked Buck, "what's that?"

Sam looked Buck dead center in his eyes and his smile vanished. Sam said, "The first thing is you calling me `Sammy-boy.' I don't ever want to hear that out of your loser lips again, you hear me? Never! The first time I hear it from either you or Angela again, your asses are out on the street." Buck exclaimed, "Not a problem, buddy! You'll never hear it again! I'm sorry for calling you that, I didn't realize you didn't like it!" Sam said, "That's a fuckin' lie, Buck. You knew. You damn well knew." Buck said, "You'll never hear it again, I swear! W-what's the second thing?" Sam said, "The other thing that prevents me from thinking is when my dick is hard and I'm horny."

Buck's face dropped and his eyes got wider. He glanced down between Sam's spread legs and could clearly see the outline of a very big dick bulging out the front of Sam's pants. Buck looked back up at Sam's face and saw him staring directly at Buck. "What?" asked Buck with uncertainty in his voice. Sam said, "You heard me, Bucky-boy. I am really horny right now, and my cock is about to rip my pants open. So my question to you is, what do you intend to do about it? If I can't think clearly, I might as well file those eviction papers."

"Damn, buddy," said Buck slowly, "I don't know. I-I guess I could Angela to come over here and take care of that for you... I guess. Or maybe you should jerk off or something?" "No chance, Bucky-boy. This is between you and me for the moment. I think I'd like for you to slowly strip off those clothes for me, kind of like giving me a show." Buck looked confused and troubled, and he almost started to cry. "Aww, c'mon, buddy!" said Buck, "That's not really necessary, is it?"

Sam uncrossed his legs and spread them wide, then leaned forward with a menacing look in his eye. Sam said, "I'm not your `buddy' Bucky-boy! I'm the boy that you made suck your dick hundreds of times and swallow your cum. I'm the boy from whom you took his virginity that afternoon in Smithers Park when you fucked me in the ass for the first time. And yes, Bucky-boy, it is definitely necessary. Now get those clothes off and show me you meant it when you said you'll do whatever is necessary. I don't have all day."

Buck sat on the sofa in silence for a minute, and then, to Sam's satisfaction, Buck started to unbutton his shirt. But Buck wasn't finished trying to find a way out of his predicament. "That was a long time ago," Buck whined. Sam just laughed and said, "Well, consider it a start on the rent that you will owe me if I decide to hold off on kicking your sorry ass out onto the street. Now, strip for me, Bucky-boy, and make it sexy. Make me want to keep you and Angela and your sons in my house."

Buck slid off his shirt and looked at Sam with pleading eyes. "Get your shoes and socks off, Bucky-boy. You're going to have to do better than this if you want to stay in your home while I think your offer over." Buck sniffled and then took off his shoes and socks. Sam put his own hand down between his legs and started stroking his dick through the front of his jeans. Buck was watching Sam play with himself. "C'mon, whore," said Sam," stand up and ease your pants down." Buck slowly stood up and unbuckled his belt. Sam watched as Buck unsnapped the top button of his pants and slowly slid his zipper down. Sam said, "Now turn around and show me that big sexy ass of yours while you pull down your pants." Buck turned around, facing away from Sam and stopped for a second. "Can't we talk about this first?" asked Buck. Sam said, "Sure, Bucky-boy, we can talk all you want, right after I call my attorney and tell him to proceed with the eviction, because right now, you're telling me you don't want to make a deal."

Buck turned around halfway and said, "No! I want to make a deal! Please!" "Okay, then," said Sam impatiently, "pull your pants down slowly and make me change my mind." With a sigh, Buck turned back facing away from Sam and started sliding his pants down over the outward curve of his underwear-clad butt. With a small smile, Sam saw that Buck was wearing some old-looking white Hanes briefs that were a bit small and hugged the round fullness of Buck's ass. Buck eased his pants down his legs. Sam's penis twitched as he could make out the dark line caused by Buck's crevice between his meaty buttocks through the thin worn fabric of his underwear.

Buck stepped out of his pants as they were bunched around his feet, then stood still as Sam admired the young man's ass. Buck had let himself go a little over the years, but his ass was still fine and sexy. "Reach down and wiggle your butt-cheeks for me, Bucky-boy," said Sam in a low, husky voice, "Make `em bounce and jiggle for me!" Buck did as he was told, making the firm globes of his ass dance. Sam chuckled as he watched Buck perform for him. "Okay, now pull your underwear off," said Sam. Buck hesitated, but he knew better than to defy Sam. He knew that Sam would follow through on his threat to evict him and Angela if he didn't obey.

Buck hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of his briefs and started working them down over his round ass. He had to bend over just a bit to slide them further down his legs. Sam was happy to see that Buck's ass cheeks were completely hairless, with the exception of a small clump of hair in the cleft between his buttocks. Sam frowned slightly at the appearance of the hair and made a mental note to do something about that later.

"Turn around now and get on your knees," said Sam slowly. Buck turned around and slowly sank to his knees in front of the sofa. Sam was delighted to see that Buck's normally hard and beautiful penis was shrunken down to a soft nub, but his balls were large and full-looking. "Crawl over here in front of me," said Sam. Buck was mortified to see himself like this, naked in front of Sam while Sam remained fully clothed. He started crawling towards Sam, who spread his legs open even further.

Sam said, "You realize, I hope, that if you try to do something stupid like hit me or bite me, I will break your arms?" Buck believed him and said, "Yes." "Yes what, asshole?" Buck could not believe his own voice when he replied, "Yes... sir!" "Good boy," said Sam. When Buck was kneeling between Sam's legs, Sam said "Unbuckle my belt and unsnap the front of my jeans." Buck obeyed, then unzipped Sam's pants. When Sam's pants were open, Sam said, "Pull them down to my knees." Buck said, "S-seriously? C'mon, Sam, this is so embarrassing!" Sam pulled out his cell phone and let Buck see it. "I have my attorney on speed dial." "Okay, okay!" said Buck, and he reached up and slid Sam's jeans down to his knees as Sam raised his butt up off of the chair.

Sam's erection was causing the front of his red boxer-briefs to jut out like a tent with a large, dark wet spot over the tip. Buck was looking directly at it and saw that the wet spot seemed to be growing larger. Sam said, "I think you know what to do now, don't you, Bucky-boy?" Buck reached up with his hands and started feeling and caressing the large bulge between Sam's legs. Sam sighed loudly and his cock gave a lurch. Sam said, "Now pull my dick out and get to know it, Bucky-boy. Get to know it really well, because you and my cock are going to be good friends."

By now, it seemed like Buck had given up on trying to talk his way out of this. He had gotten a partial agreement from Sam to let him continue to live in his house, and he was very happy about that. Buck had indeed gone to see an attorney about the legality of the foreclosure sale, and he had learned, to his dismay, that any appeal time had long lapsed and there was nothing he could do to undo the sale of his house to Sam. When he had come to Sam's home today, he had hopes of reaching an agreement to purchase his home back. But even Buck was smart enough to realize that there was no way in the world he could pay Sam anywhere near market price. Neither he nor Angela had a job. His unemployment income was about to dry up as well. No, Buck realized that the best he could hope for was to be able, somehow, to get Sam to agree to rent the house to him and Angela. But with a minimum wage job, Buck and Angela would not be able to pay a market value rent every month. He had gambled all of their meager savings away, and he still owed the bookies a lot of money.

All Buck could do now is try to do whatever was necessary to keep Sam from evicting him and Angela from the house. And right now, as he crawled naked on his hands an knees, he was staring at the huge bulge in Sam's underwear, and he knew he had no other options.

Sam said, "Did you hear me, asshole? I said pull my dick out and get to know it!" Buck reached up and tugged down on the elastic waistband of Sam's navy-blue briefs, sliding the snug-fitting underwear down Sam's thighs. Buck was looking at Sam's toned chest and muscular six-pack abs, thinking about those days some years ago when he had a taut belly like that. Suddenly, Sam's erection sprang out from the navy-blue cotton of his briefs and barely missed slapping Buck on the face as it slapped wetly onto Sam's lower belly.

"Smell my balls, Bucky-boy! Smell them good, then give them a lick," said Sam, "and while you're licking my balls, play with my cock." Buck was so humiliated and embarrassed. He moved his face closer in between Sam's upper thighs, right up to Sam's large, smooth balls and inhaled deeply. Buck found the scent to be a musky, masculine smell, sort of like in a locker room at a gym. It was not a bad smell at all.

"Lick `em!" said Sam, "and remember, if you do anything stupid, I will break your fucking arm!" Buck had thought about punching Samin the balls, but that was just a passing thought, not one that he seriously considered. Buck closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out, feeling it make contact with the warm smooth and loose skin of Sam's scrotum. It didn't taste terrible. In fact, it had no real taste at all. "Lick my balls really good, Bucky-boy!," said Sam as he sighed deeply with pleasure. Sam was looking down and relishing the sight of his old enemy naked and kneeling between his legs, his face jammed into Sam's crotch as he slowly licked his nut-sack. It was a moment that Sam would never forget, something he had dreamed of years ago.

"Take my cock into your hand and play with it," said Sam. Buck obeyed and lifted the hard, heavy dick off of Sam's belly, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and feeling the steel-hard column covered with suede leather. He had never held another guy's cock before, but he began to stroke it slowly as he licked Sam's nuts.

"Get your tongue on my cock now, Bucky-boy! Lick my cock like it's a popsicle," ordered Sam, "Lick it up and down all the way, from tip to balls." Buck slid his tongue up the underside of Sam's shaft up to the tip, where he found a small puddle of gooey, clear precum oozing out of the top. Buck was disgusted that he had to lick this cock-snot from Sam's penis, but he shut his eyes and ran his tongue around the crown of the cock-head. He lapped up the dick-sludge that continued to flow from the tip and swallowed it.

"Okay, it's time. Open wide and put my cock in your mouth," ordered Sam. With a deep sigh of surrender, Buck opened his mouth wide and allowed the helmet-head of Sam's cock to slide in over his tongue. Buck hesitated as he felt the thick shaft ease into his mouth. Sam said, "C'mon, Bucky-boy! You know it's done! You sure had me sucking your dick all the time, so you should be an expert cocksucker! Close your lips around it and suck it. Use your tongue on the tip and the underside. Now suck me off!"

Buck closed his lips around the thick tube of Sam's cock and sucked on it, while he swirled his tongue around it. Sam winced a few times as Buck accidentally scraped his teeth on Sam's dick. "Watch the teeth, asshole!" hissed Sam, "Fuck, you ought to know better than that! Now be careful! I know this is your first blow-job, but you'd better get a lot better at sucking dick, because this is gonna be something that you will be doing a LOT of from now on! One of the services you will be providing, as a condition of you staying in the house, will be to suck my dick whenever and wherever I tell you to suck it. Now keep sucking me a do a good job of it."

Buck started being more mindful of his teeth as he felt Sam's big cock filling his oral cavity. Sam placed his strong hands on Buck's head, holding his ears as he began forcing his 7.5 inches of hard cock deeper into his mouth. Sam's head fell back on his shoulders as his brand new cocksucker slurped on his meat. It was not a good blow-job, but Sam thought Buck would learn and get better at it. But the best part of it all was that it was Buck Johansson who was on his knees, sucking him off.

Sam pushed Buck's head down firmly, making his dick push into the top of Buck's inexperienced throat and causing him to gag violently. Buck panicked a couple of times and pushed Sam's hand off of his head, but Sam quickly regained control and guided his new cocksucker's mouth back down on his pole.

Sam was so turned on by his success with Buck that he couldn't hold off his orgasm any longer. It was time to feed Buck a heavy load of cum. Sam started plunging his cock in and out of Buck's sloppy mouth, getting faster. "Play with my balls, Bucky-boy!" said Sam as his cock slid in and out of Buck's sucking mouth. Buck was overwhelmed now as Sam fucked his mouth harder and faster.

Buck could sense that Sam was close, and he dreaded that moment when his mouth would be filled with Sam's seed. He didn't have to wait long. With a loud groan, Sam shoved his penis deep into Buck's mouth and started firing shot after shot of thick, gooey semen into Buck's mouth. Buck involuntarily pulled his head back in surprise, and Sam aimed his puling cock at Buck's handsome face, shoot more wads of creamy white cum onto Buck's face. More spurts of sperm splattered onto Buck's face as Sam held the man's head firmly in place. He painted Buck's cheeks, lips and eyes with cum, even shooting some onto Buck's hair. Sam was grunting and groaning as he emptied his balls.

When his cock had stopped firing loads of cum, Sam flopped back into the chair and looked down at Buck. Buck was kneeling there, still on the floor, with a dazed look on his face. Sam smiled as he saw his own jizz slowly sliding down Buck's face and dripping down onto the hardwood floor. It was a picture he wanted to remember forever, the arrogant bully with Sam's cum all over his face. Buck straightened up and said, "You got a towel or something?" "Yeah," replied Sam, "But let it sit for a second, it suits you. Why don't you stand up for me?" Buck looked at Sam suspiciously, then got to his feet.

Sam reached out and took Buck's heavy balls into his hand. Over the years, he had grown so familiar with those big nuts. Then Sam took Buck's limp penis into his fingers and squeezed it gently. Sam thought he could feel Buck's dick fatten up a little with the stimulation. "Turn around and show me the goods," Sam said flatly. Buck sighed, then turned around with his behind facing Sam. Sam's hand caressed the hairless, soft skin of Buck's ass-cheeks and squeezed them, letting his fingers sink into the firm but pliable fleshy globes. Sam silently played with Buck's ass, eventually pulling the butt-cheeks apart, exposing his tiny pink asshole nestled in the smattering of hair in the deep crevice. Sam thought it was a pretty ass, one that he looked forward to playing with more and more.

Finally, Sam slapped Buck's bottom and said, "Go wash your face and then come back in here. We need to talk some more before you go." Buck walked to the downstairs washroom and, after a few minutes, returned to the living room where Sam waited for him. "Get dressed," Sam said.

As Buck pulled his clothes back on, Sam said, "What just happened here today is going to happen a lot more, and quite often, if you still want to stay in your house." Buck made no reply. Sam continued, "If you want to remain in your house, you are going to have to do things for me when I want and where I want and with whoever I want. You will pay me rent in cash, but it will be an amount that you can afford if you and Angela get jobs. There is no negotiating this, so don't even waste my time trying. Angela will have the same requirements. Neither of you are allowed to disobey me in any way, got that?"

"It's my house now, and you and Angela will clean it up and keep it clean. I will be dropping by every now and then, usually without warning, and I better see a neat and tidy house. When I come over there, if I tell you to get on your knees and suck my dick, you'd better do it and do it without whining. I am losing a ton of money by making this arrangement with you, Bucky-boy. Your agreement to my terms, and the services you will be providing to me, are part of the rent that you will be paying. One fuck up... and you're all out on the street. One refusal to comply with my demands... and you're out."

Sam continued, "Same goes for Angela. She better do what she's told. You both will get jobs, I don't care if you flip burgers at McDonald's or wash cars at the carwash. You, Bucky-boy, will mow my lawn every week when it's warm."

If neither you nor Angela want to agree to my terms, I couldn't really blame you. You can move out, I don't care. But if you want to stay, I will not put you out unless you fuck up. You won't be happy doing the things you're going to be doing, but you will have a roof over your head, I will pay the utilities for the first three months, and I will make sure that your boys are fed and cared for. Understand?"

Buck was about to cry again. He had just done one of the most repugnant things he had ever done when he swallowed Sam's cum. But he survived it, and he figured the other things were things that he could handle. "Yes, I understand," Buck said.

Sam said, "Now get your sorry ass out of my house. Go home and talk to Angela about all of this. If she agrees to my conditions, then we have an understanding. If she does not agree, I will give you one week to get your shit together and move out of my house. You will let me know in two days what your answer is. Now go."

That's it for Chapter 5. Stay tuned for more. Feel free to email me at bamajake@proton.me if you have any questions or comments.

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