Trade

Trade 15 by Mark James

Interestingly enough, a few weeks later I had a repeat engagement with the same client about "Chris." I was still a stand in for Chris for him, but that time he wanted to suck my cock. I guess the client was coming to terms with his prior relationship with Chris psychologically. He fed me the lines I was supposed to use and the attitude I was to take.

To start with we were both fully dressed.

He walked over to me and groped me as he said, "Chris, I want to suck you off."

I brushed his hand away and said, "Christ Ben, I'm not gay. I don't swing that way."

Ben got down on his knees; laid his head on my stomach and wrapping his arms around my waist cried piteously, "Please Chris, you are my best friend. I think I will just die if I can't suck you off just once. Please."

"Jesus Ben. I'm really not into this. What do you want me to do?"

"Just take you clothes off and lie here on the daybed, I will do the rest."

"OK, I still don't like this. I don't even know if I can get an erection."

I disrobed and lay on the bed.

I don't know what happened with Chris originally but I had no trouble getting an erection. Ben lubricated his palm and jacked my cock as he played with my balls.

After about a minute of jacking he went down on me. He kept his hand around my cock and kept on jacking as he took my cock head and about 2 more inches in his mouth and sucked and jacked at the same time.

If the truth be told he wasn't a very good cocksucker. He never did take much more than 2 or 3 inches of my cock. All of the sensation was generated by his fist jacking my cock. But, what the hell, It was his fantasy. And I was being well paid to help bring it to fruition.

There was enough stimulation that eventually I would cum but it was going to take a long time. I put my hand on the back of his neck and tried to pull his head down so that he would swallow more of my cock but that didn't work. I bucked my hips up and down, pulled down on his head and he sucked and jacked and we went down that road.

Actually it wasn't a bad jack-off job and there was sufficient stimulation that I lay there and oohed and awhed to encourage him.

There wasn't much I could do to make it any better. In my role I was just supposed to be enduring it for his sake not necessarily enjoying it. So I just lay there acting as if it was a great blowjob for about the next fifteen minutes.

He finally stopped what he was doing and had me turn around on the bed with my ass to his face. He reached between my legs and jacked my cock in that position. He tried to lick my ass but could never get even close to my asshole, so all he actually did was barely lick at the beginning of the crack of my ass just below my back.

He eventually got tired of that. It wasn't any more fun for me than it was for him and he had me lie on my back again.

He resumed jacking and sucking and in about another 10 minutes he had me on the verge of coming.

I said, "I'm coming."

He stopped sucking and jacked me off and I shot all over my stomach.

He got a towel and cleaned me up.

As I was dressing he started crying. I guess he had reached some kind of epiphany.

"I've hated him all these years, but it was me. I drove him off. It was never the same after that night. He tried to tell me he didn't care, but I didn't listen.

I couldn't have been more vicious or uncaring to him if I had tried. I remember the dumbfounded look on his face the last time I saw him when I told him I never wanted to see him again."

I left him in tears and never heard from him again.

That kind of thing wasn't what I needed at that time in my life. I was still beating myself up over Gene's death and that led me to accept a client that gave me the most painful time of my life. That was the BDSM referral I had gotten previously. He was up front with me, I will give him that. He told me that he was going to hurt me but I must have wanted to be punished some more for Gene's death so I said yes. Besides it is hard to turn down $50,000.

I met the client in his living room after being escorted there by the butler. He was middle aged, bearded dressed in a suit and tie and a smoking jacket. The room itself looked like it was a movie set representing what a Victorian men's club may have looked like.

I stood in front of him.

He said, "Take off your clothes. I want to see what I've got here."

I started stripping and he said, "Slowly you cocksucker, I want to see how nicely you unwrap."

So I slowly undressed until I stood there naked with half a hard on. He leaned forward and stroked my legs, stomach chest and finally my balls and cock.

"Not bad for street trash. Turn around,"

So I turned around.

He spread my cheeks and said, "Fine asshole. I can't wait to slide my cock up your ass. Turn around and get on your knees you piece of shit."

He was sitting on the edge of his chair with his erect cock out.

"Lick my shoes clean, street trash."

He sat there stroking his cock while I licked his shoes clean.

"Now take off my shoes and socks and lick my feet."

At least he had clean, healthy feet and I actually got turned on by licking his feet.

"Now suck on my feet like they are just a set of large cocks."

I could get about half of a foot in my mouth, so I spent the next 15 minutes licking and sucking on his feet.

"Oh yeah, you are an obedient cocksucker aren't you."

"Yes sir."

He stood up and said, "Eat me you cocksucker," as he grabbed my head and pulled it forward.

I opened my mouth and swallowed it as he pulled me forward until his cock was buried in my throat and my nose was pushing against his pants.

"Oh yeah, I love street trash that can deep throat my cock. Suck it man. Look at me when you suck."

"You like my cock don't you cocksucker?"

I nodded my head in assent.

"Deep throat it man, down and back, down and back."

While I was sucking his cock somebody came in and tied my hands behind my back. I figured that signaled the start of the part where it got painful.

He had a little swatter sort of like a fly swatter only the swatting part was only about a quarter the size of a fly swatter. He started hitting me anywhere he could. You might think that something that size couldn't do much damage but you would be wrong.

I twisted and turned and yelled as he struck me again and again all over the place, yelling at me to quit moving and to stay still.

After a while I just lay on the carpet crying as he beat me. My body felt on fire and like I had thousands of paper cuts all over me, but he never broke the skin.

"Fucking wimp."

Suddenly 2 guys picked me up and carried me to another bed in another room, removed the ropes holding me and retied my hands with straps and tied my arms to my torso with straps.

The hitting started again, but this time with a leather swatter. It was harder to move the way I was tied but I tried as I was struck repeatedly all over my body.

Finally he stopped hitting me and sucked my cock and balls between my legs from the rear.

He stopped sucking my cock and I felt him moving around on the bed.

"You want my cock, street trash?" I heard him say.

It didn't register and the next thing I knew I was being struck again.

I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling beside my face with his erect cock pointing at my mouth.

"Hmmm," I said.

"Eat me, cocksucker. I want to feel your hot mouth around my cock."

So I opened my mouth and it was filled with his hard cock and he rough mouth fucked me for the next 10 minutes.

"Shit, I think you are beginning to enjoy that, we can't have that."

He moved between my legs, pulled me up on my knees, put on a lubricated condom, rammed his cock up my ass and hard fucked me as I screamed in pain from the rough entry.

I was hoping that he would fuck me until he came and this would be over, but it was far from over, He rammed his cock in and out of my ass for a while longer then pulled out and began swatting me again.

My body was raw from the previous beatings and the new swatting hurt that much more. He was more attentive this time and as I yelled, screamed and begged him to stop, he methodically struck me at least once all over my body.

He also called me a variety of names as he methodically beat me.

"Street trash, cock sucker, worthless piece of shit, queer, homo, faggot, ass kisser, mother fucker, etc."

Finally he stopped.

But it was only to have me tied with ropes standing up but loose enough to allow me to bend over.

Then he made me lean over and suck his cock.

"Deep throat it mother fucker."

"Oh. Yeah just like that. Suck it."

"Stay still street trash and let me face fuck you. Oh God you really have a hot mouth."

Then I was roughly freed and tied spread eagled with my back exposed on a rack.

The next thing I knew I was being flogged. I wasn't a real whip, despite appearances the object was not to really permanently hurt me, but nonetheless even a play whip hurt very much after the body swatting I had endured. I again screamed and yelled and begged him to stop. Even if that was expected from the role I was playing it was real. I was more that ready to stop this shit.

I'm sure my skin turned red and that it was red all over before he stopped.

After he tired of literally beating my ass he had me retied suspended in the air with one calf tied to my thigh. Then he proceeded to wire me up to apply electric stimulus to my inner thighs and my cock. He applied pads to my thighs, inserted one end of an electric circuit down my urethra, clipped the other end to the bottom of my cock and tied the whole thing in to a portable control panel he held in his hand.

It was interesting to note that with everything I had been through my cock had been and was still fully erect. Obviously I like the pain. I think I doth protest too much.

He started applying electricity. He maxed out the pads and that didn't bother me but the electrode in my cock was another thing. I screamed and yelled and he made me beg for more as my body tensed and arched in the air from the pain.

It is a wonder I didn't have a heart attack. God forgive me I loved it. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst.

The he removed the electrical stuff from my cock and stuck an electrical stimulus dildo up my ass and applied the electricity. I strained and writhed and yelled and loved it. I wanted him to really fuck my ass.

He untied me completely, forced me to my knees and said, "Suck me."

Hell, even if I had been straight I would have sucked his cock, anything that would not take me back to being tied up and hurt. But I loved sucking cock and this was fun.

He let me suck him for 10 minutes and then he said, "We've got to stop or I will shoot and I haven't hardly fucked your ass at all yet."

He had me tied with my arms in the air in front of a table and he bent me over the table, spread my cheeks and rimmed me. He ate my ass like a starving man. He licked all over my cheeks and my crack, stuck his tongue up my ass as far as he could get it and licked on my asshole like it was a cherry popsicle.

Ten he slid his cock up my ass and fucked me.

I think he got as much pleasure out of the fact that the position I was in was almost dislocating my arms as he did in fucking my ass. All I know is that they both hurt.

After I got across to him that he was actually dislocating my shoulders, he had me suspended from the ceiling with a torso harness and thigh harnesses. That left my legs spread wide with easy access for him to fuck my ass.

So that is what he did for the next half an hour. He fucked me slow, he fucked me fast, he fucked me deep and he fucked me shallow. Since I was suspended in a relatively comfortable position I actually enjoyed it.

Then he had me taken down and laid on an inversion table. He used this to create a 69 position and we sucked on each others cock until we blew out loads in each others mouth.

He let me loose and I stood up and had trouble walking. He put his arm around me and walked me over to another table.

"Oh no, I thought we were finished."

He laughed and said, "We are and I know you must hurt all over. Just lay here and let Harold work in some aloe lotion and antibiotics or you will feel worse tomorrow.

Harold had magic hands. After he finished with my back I turned over and he worked on my front. After he finished I had a full erection.

"What do you want to do with this," he asked.

"I certainly didn't expect that. Just ignore it. It will go away."

"Can I suck it? I know you get paid a lot of money for guys to suck you. I just thought-well I, never mind."

"Go ahead."

Afraid I would change my mind he was on it in an instant, deep throating me like an expert. God he was good. He didn't just suck me off he edged me. Eventually I pulled my legs up and his hand slid around and between them and he was stroking my asshole with the tip of his middle finger as he sucked my cock.

I spread my legs and lifted my ass in the air as he slid his finger all the way in and out of my asshole.

I reached over and grabbed the hard-on in his shorts. I slid back on the table until my head hung over the edge. He shed his shorts as he walked around to the end of the table. He slid his cock down my throat, leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. He face fucked me as he sucked my cock and in no time we both came into each others mouth.

He cleaned me up and I took a shower and got dressed.

The client met me at the door as I was leaving and gave me an envelope.

"I think you will probably feel a little sore tomorrow but that's all. Thanks for having sex with Harold. I am sure he appreciated it and I do to. Not everybody that I bring here is as nice as you are."

When I got home I opened the envelope and found $5,000. That made it a $55,000 trick. The problem was that I had to cancel all of my clients for the next 2 days in order for my body to heal. Being physically beaten didn't seem to make me feel better about Gene's death either.

I was lying on a naked with my head hanging back over the edge of a wooden table and my butt was hanging over the other end. I was surrounded by at least 10 naked men.

"Stick your cock down his throat. Make him suck your cock," somebody said.

Whoever was behind me took him literally and a cock was pushed into my mouth and the guy started face fucking me.

"He's got a nice ass."

I could feel somebody spreading my cheeks and a tongue went in to my crack and kicked my asshole.

"Make him take your whole cock."

The cock in my mouth went all the way in and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my face. He pulled back and deep throat face fucked me for a while.

Somebody said, "He has a nice cock." And somebody grabbed my cock and stroked it.

"I'm gonna shoot."

"Cum in his mouth."

He did. My mouth was suddenly full of the guy's cum and I swallowed convulsively so as not to choke.

"My turn," somebody said.

The guy in my mouth pulled out and immediately another guy had his cock all the way down my throat and was rapidly pushing it in an pulling it out.

I felt somebody fiddling with my asshole and suddenly a guy stuck his cock up my ass and was fucking me.

I grunted appreciatively at the double sensation. A guy went down on my cock and sucked me.

"He loves it," a voice said.

I had another mouthful of cum and I felt the guy fucking me blow his load up my ass. They weren't using condoms.

Another cock filled my mouth and another dick filled my ass and rammed away at me until they came. As each pair finished another pair took their place. I was a cum pig being used as a cum dump.

As the 8th or 9th cock filled my mouth I realized from the smell and the taste that it had been up my ass. I always had an enema and cleaned my ass before I had sex but I had never sucked a cock that had been up my ass before. I didn't want to get a disease.

But they didn't care. Everybody at that point had fucked my ass and now they were on their second round of face fucking me. They didn't fuck me anymore but somebody worked a large butt plug up my ass.

Each one took longer to come the second time but everybody did.

I don't know how many guys sucked on my cock but they were bringing me to orgasm.

"Look at his body, he's gonna shoot, "somebody said as my cock erupted in somebody's mouth.

"Yeah man, swallow his cum. Let me lick his cock."

The first guy that had my load withdrew and it appeared that everybody in turn went down on me after I came. Their mouths felt so good I was about to have another orgasm.

My hips arched up and I yelled," Fuck" as I woke up and shot off in my briefs.

"Shit," I said as I hopped out of bed and took off my briefs.

I remembered the dream vividly enough to taste shit in my mouth even though I had not really been sucking on shitty cocks. I washed my mouth out with mouth wash and took a shower.

It didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that maybe what happened in the dream was what I was spiraling down towards if I kept blaming myself for Gene's death.

I had never had a prophetic dream before or maybe it was just a warning from my subconscious but it seemed stupid to ignore it. I was not only putting myself in danger but I was endangering my clients.

I know lots of people in my type of business that would say that it didn't matter because my clients were just a bunch of rich cock suckers so, who cares. But I did care. Almost all of them treated me with respect even though they could have treated me like a trashy cock sucking whore. I even liked most of them. The ones I didn't like I didn't go back to, the ones who didn't like me never called again and the ones I did like became repeat clients. I realized I thought of them as my large family.

If I couldn't respect myself, it would endanger them and if I was going to do that I needed to get out of the business. It was a mind altering moment for me. I now looked at everything in a different light and made a decision to stop the self destructive activity that would certainly lead to insanity or death for me.

I went back to bed and slept like a log.