Please continue to support Nifty so the platform can continue to be a house for dedicated writers and beloved readers. Thank you. https://donate.nifty.org/
I used AI to assist me in the last chapter, and I wasn't satisfied with it at all because I didn't feel my words anymore. I'll try to embrace my abilities from now on instead of relying on suggestions of AI writing tones and styles. I learned that if it's not me who writes, I'll never improve. However, the storyline is still my thinking throughout. I sincerely apologize for the last chapter.
I was sitting a test and busy with my schedule, which delayed my production of the chapter.
****** The life of unfortunate events - chapter 4
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you alright? I'm so sorry for spilling the coffee on you." - Said the woman.
"I'm alright. It's just coffee. I'll grab some tissues on the counter here. You're alright?" - I said, trying to be polite, but I was quite annoyed though. It was only morning, and my shirt was already stained.
"Oh, sorry, something's been on my mind. Please forgive me." - She said apologetically.
I nodded and smiled, and she replied with a smile as well. I eyed her on her way out of the coffee shop. She got into a car parked outside. I winced and saw a man with shades on. He was looking in my direction instead of her. They drove away shortly after.
I sat working as usual until I was called into my boss' office. What a terrible day, I thought to myself. I sighed in resignation. I walked to my boss' office feeling apprehensive.
On the desk was an envelope. My boss slid it over to me. I didn't understand what that was. That might be my last paycheck.
"Someone gave this to you. This is something important, I believe. You can take today off." - He said, looking menace.
I took a look at the envelope. Nothing was written on it.
"Do you know who this is from?" - I asked, looking confused.
"No. However, I think you should take a look at it. In private."
"So, I'm not getting fired, right? And this isn't my last paycheck?" - I said sarcastically.
"No. On the contrary, there'll be something for you to look forward to." - He said mockingly.
I sat in my booth, looking at the envelope nervously. The envelope wasn't sealed at all. This made me quite annoyed because my boss probably had already peeked inside. I fidgeted on the swiveling chair. I was hesitant to open it, but I had to. I opened it, finally. There was a photo. What shocked me was that in the picture, I lay flat on the ground naked. The older officer's ass hovered above my face. I felt my blood was drawn from my face, and my body went cold. This couldn't be true. This alone proved they had everything against me. I felt my life was doomed at that moment. I put the photo down on its front so I didn't have to look at my humiliation. I thought that was it until there were notes on the back, which intrigued me, intensifying my already terrified state. `Don't be late' it read, and under it was an address and the time. The date was today, and it was one hour left. I couldn't decide whether it was true or not, but I was certain that this was from the chief, and I was terrified to the core.
I jumped in my seat as a hand touched my shoulder. It was my boss. I stared at him blankly as he reached inside his pants, rubbing his cock. He smirked as I sat still, nonplussed.
"I'm sure I'll make good use of you after you carry out your task. Don't die, or it'll be wasted," - he said haughtily. "I know what you are, and I'm sure you don't want your secret to get out, huh!" And with a smirk, he left.
I've never felt so angry at that moment because of this remark. I was being set up in this situation, and I didn't have any other choices. I accepted my faith and proceeded to the given destination. I arrived at the location. It was an empty warehouse with numerous containers. The wire gate was unlocked, to my surprise. I drove my car inside and around for a while. I came upon three men sitting playing cards on a weathered table and stools. I assumed that they were here for me. I stepped out of my car, walking toward them warily.
"What do you want?" - one of the men said.
"I'm here for something from you. I assumed you guys arranged this." - I said cautiously.
"From who? You can't be the one. Stop joking, kid, this business is not something you want to be messing around"
"No, I'm certain. I'm just here you get what you guys have for him and leave. That's it."
"Well, if you said so. But we want something in return, don't we, boys?" - he said, looking at his men; they laughed smirkily.
"I was just told to get here and get the thing. I didn't hear any mention of trading. I want to get it and leave, can we?" - I said apprehensively.
"Sure, sure. The chief told us you like to do personal things for him, don't you? Something like ..., sucking cock and get fucked, huh?"
I stood dumbfounded. It turned out that they knew what the chief had done to me. I felt the need to deny that somehow because I didn't want that to happen again.
"You heard that wrong! I want the package or whatever it is." - I said as I was peering at the bag lying open on the floor. Seemingly, there were a few small cardboard boxes in there.
"Not so fast, cutie, you can't get what you want unless we have what we want first." - He said as he picked up one of the cardboard boxes sitting on the table and waved it in front of me.
The three of them stood up, leering at me. I knew what would happen next. I was no match for them. They were all strong and muscular. Their skin was covered in tattoos. I guessed that the man who was speaking was the head of their group. The only way that I could get out of this was to let them use my body.
"Ok. I'll suck your cocks, and you guys can fuck me. Then let me leave with the package."
They all laughed at my defeated tone.
"We didn't say what we gonna do to you, but that sounds good, not gonna lie. Let's see what you can do then." - He said mockingly.
The man who was speaking to me walked toward me. He looked in his fifties. His face was covered in a black and grey unkempt beard. His head was bald. His muscular arms stretched his skin-tight t-shirt as if he were about to rip it apart with the slightest movement of his arms. His thighs were strong, and between them bulged a mound of cock. The two younger men stood behind him, looking just like him, though they had hair on their heads, however disheveled.
He stood in front of me. It took me no time to kneel facing his crotch. His protruding monster inside his jeans was staring at me. Ammonia wafted up my nostrils.
"What a fag, you like it, don't you? So, the cop was right about you. Hungry for men's cock, aren't you? You faggot scum!" - he said as the three of them laughed loudly. He patted my head as if I were a dog looking at his treat.
I said nothing while my stupid brain betrayed me every second I kneeled in front of the man's cock. I wanted to rip his zipper open and grab his cock, and put it in my mouth. I zoned out as more piss scent got into my body. It was like a drug that controlled my mind. My hands voluntarily reached for his crotch, rubbing it ferociously. My mouth was agape. Saliva streaming out the corners of my mouth. I was in a trance. I pressed my face against the fabric of his jeans, letting the soft mound rub against my skin.
"Let me have it, sir, I need your cock, sir, please let me take it out, sir." - I said involuntarily.
"Looks like someone is hungry." - He said softly. Unlike the way he talked before.
He salivated a glob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it run down on my forehead. I looked up at him, trying to catch it in my mouth.
"Fucking disgusting!" - He said.
His spit was bitter from the way he smoked, I believed. Nevertheless, I tried to catch and swallow as much as I could.
"Take out my cock, you fag!" - He said
I undid his zipper and took his cock out. It was huge at its placid stage as I felt it in my hand. I looked into his eyes as I was jerking it slowly. He looked down and smirked. I took a look at his cock. It was uncut. Despite there being some smegma as I pulled the skin backward, I put it in my mouth. I craved a cock so very much since I had recently experienced it. I was no longer in denial that I was a faggot. I began to suck it. It grew quickly and filled the cavity of my mouth. I moved my head back and forth, savoring the feeling of thick meat occupying my mouth. His pubes creeped out and touched my nose, which, by the way, delivered his muskiness that heightened my senses. He let out subtle groans of pleasure while simultaneously fucking my mouth slowly, trying to match my rhythm.
I felt two other cocks at either of my sides. I understood immediately and grabbed them in my hands, jerking them slowly. I could feel the warmth of their cocks radiating on my skin and my mouth. The moment was as if I were in heaven. I've never had such pleasure before. The three coke can size cocks that I got to service and soon fucked me.
I stopped for a moment to undress myself. I was completely naked as I threw my clothes aside. The two younger men were not touching my body, and their leader's cock was once again in my mouth, fucking me rhythmically. Soon after, the leader lifted me to a standing position. He walked behind me, and instantly, I knew he gonna rammed his cock up my asshole. To my surprise, he didn't push his cock up directly into my asshole like the chief. He licked his fingers and played with the outside of my asshole. For the first time, I felt a tingling sensation down there, and I enjoyed it. He slowly put one finger in my hole, two and three more, until my hole was relaxed. By instinct, I pushed back his fingers as he forced them in. It wasn't hurt but stretched according to the girth of his three fingers. I let out moans of pleasure, true pleasure. As he heard my moaning, he withdrew his fingers at once and replaced them with the tip of his coke can size cock. He pushed it in slowly, slowly, and slowly.
As I pushed out his cock, along with his every attempt to push it in, I let him in deeper, unknowingly. Until I felt his jeans on my butt cheeks, I knew that it was fully in. It stretched my anal wall and brought me into ecstasy. I rolled my eyes and breathed with my open mouth while my hands gripped the other two hard cocks. He began to thrust slowly at first and gradually picked up the pace. The more he fucked my hole, the more sense I lost. I was a complete fuck doll, unaware of everything else besides the three cocks. I began to shake every time he touched something inside my hole. He noticed me trembling and began to fuck me harder. His cock was now violently stretched and touched the inside of me.
I felt the urge to pee, and I was incapable of controlling it, to hold it in. I let myself loose and pee, but it wasn't piss, I was leaking precum profusely. Precum was rippling from my cock head. The more he fucked me, the more I trembled, the more precum was oozing out of my cock. My hand frantically grabbed one of the cock, not knowing which I should put in my mouth until one of the men moved in front of me and filled his cock in my agape mouth. I sucked it immediately, deep down my throat. A hand grabbed my throat and squeezed it hard. I couldn't breathe, and I saw streaks of lights flashing in front of me. When I was about to pass out, he withdrew his cock and released his grip on my throat. It was replaced by a mouth that breathed air deeply into my lungs. I regained consciousness immediately and felt a stranger's tongue touching mine. I was shaking uncontrollably because of the pleasure from both ends.
They paused their fucking and lay me on my back on the table. My legs now rested on the leader's shoulders, and he put his cock inside me again. The other that kissed me was now on the table, on his hands and knees, his cock at my mouth. The fucking began again. Not long after, the man fucking my mouth came heavily, his cum was bitter as I tasted it on my tongue though the thickness and creaminess drove me crazy. I sucked hard on his cock as more and more cum pulsing from it. I swallowed it down my stomach, trying to savor every last bit of male delicacy. It was instantly being replaced by the other cock, and the fucking kept going.
The leader fucking became more labored, and with a deep groan, his cum coated my inside. He breathed heavily, looking down at me while holding one of my calves, and he kissed it softly. He withdrew. A stream of cum leaked out of my hole, dropping onto the concrete. I let my legs down as the leader moved aside and stood watching. The man was fucking my mouth, now moved to my hole. My legs once again lifted, now onto another man's shoulders. He put his cock in with ease and started fucking me instantly. He leaned down and kissed me. I returned his kiss, alternating his upper and lower lips. This was no fucking at all, but it was making love. I was making love to the three men, unlike what I thought was going to happen, severe and brutal. I understood at the moment that not all men are cruel like the chief. The ginger officer made love to me as well as these three men. Eventually, he came. His cum mixed with his leader's cum and filled me deep inside.
I lay there on the table, regaining my breathing, as the leader threw me a cardboard box.
"We can do this again; you're a good kid. Sad that you'll have things going on with the chief. Nothing is going well for anyone involved with him. What a bummer!" - he said in a sympathetic tone.
People had been telling me that, which scared me a lot. But I had no choice, though. The chief had me his prisoner. I said nothing, looking at them. I grabbed the box and got dressed. I could feel the cum soaking my underwear. I got into my car and drove away; still, I looked back in my mirror to see them looking at me leaving.
I arrived at the chief house. It was already late at night, though, the lights in the house weren't off yet. I got the address from the ginger officer that he gave me right the way, but without his partner using my mouth as a urinal first.
I stood at the front door, about to knock, but I heard muffled arguments and sounds of things fell the floor on the side of the house. I hesitated a little, but curiosity took over me. I walked furtively toward the sounds. I ducked under the windows where the sounds came from. I peeked a look inside, and I saw the chief and his wife. I took a closer look and recognized the woman who spilled coffee over me in the morning. She looked frightened, and she constantly hovered her hands in defense as the chief holding a punch in the air. I understood immediately what happened at that moment. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't because of my situation. The chief not only physically abuse fags but his wife too. He's truly a cruel person.
I kept silent and tried to crawl to my car, trying not to make a sound. But my effort was destroyed when I knocked over a trash can on my way, which made a loud thudding sound. The house became silent, and a moment later, the windows opened. I looked up and saw the chief looking at me. His face reddened, and his eyes bulged while resting his fists on the sill. I stopped dead on the spot; my chest tightened, and all the air withdrew from my lungs. He shut the window close. I took the opportunity to run toward my car, but he was faster than me. He grabbed me on the nape of my neck and pulled me backward, which caused me to land on my back on the grass. He kicked my head, and instantly, I saw white light flashing everywhere. I regained my consciousness quickly, and I could feel the saltiness of my blood in my mouth. I had bitten my lip.
"What the fuck are you doing here, scum? How dare you show up here?" - he said threateningly.
"I... I came to give you the box that you ordered me to get. I didn't see anything, I swear." - I said fearfully.
"Where is it then, huh? You lying son of a bitch!" - he barked.
Before I could answer, he stomped his foot on my stomach, which caused me to curl up and roll around frantically in pain.
"I ... I must've dropped it over there. I brought with me, sir"
He looked back at the window and saw the package lying on the grass. I turned to look at me and say, "If words got out, you would be dead. Keep that in mind, and don't fucking mess around with me. You got it, fag?"
I nodded.
"Now, fuck off!" - he said, then spat on my face.
I struggled to get on my feet as he returned to the house. I walked limpingly to my car as fast as I could. I drove away quickly while trying to forget what had happened.
End of Chapter 3 The life of unfortunate events - chapter 3