A Piercing Aquaintance

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

After two stops, a motel accepted Paul’s cash without ID or credit card, but he had to pay in advance, and put down a 100 dollar security fee.

It was another Muslim family owned place, ubiquitous in this part of the state along the freeway. Paul was happy such, under the table type multiculturalism, existed; probably the only thing he liked about the advent of these weird people. Paul planned big things when he got to Atlanta. He intended to start a whole new life. He was going to marry a woman, have children, and, go to church, and be a good person. The four grand was a sign from God he  thought. 

He’d also thought he might return to his apartment, but knew that’s the first place Master Charles would look; and, given he had the Harley, he feared the consequences even more; plus, his roommate was a totally unreliable meth-head. Paul figured he had nothing there of value except a few changes of clothes anyway. He felt a twang of desire to see his mother but she had remarried an impossible, hostile man.

He'd bought some cheap clothes at a huge gas and shopping plaza a few exits back, and filled the tank.

He relished finally taking a long hot shower, and applied ointments and anti bacterial cream to his numerous contusions and scratches, and he douched the dog cum using three bottles of Fleet .

He looked in the mirror with curiosity at the numbers on his fanny.

Lee’s phone had been ringing and Paul now took an interest in its contents. Thankfully it had no security activated features on it, so he opened the message notification that had been annoying him with beeping.

He literally stumbled back when he clicked it open. A picture of him… and the dog, Kang, was clearly visible; ass to ass — His face very clearly detailed, and to make matters worse, it was also a digital video clip! And, he clearly had a smile on his face — as he chatted with Lee!!

Obviously Lee had taken it somehow, probably from placement in the shopping cart, but the troubling thing was, is that it was an inbox item from another number, with a note attached that said; ‘ We need to talk. You have money that belongs to me. I want it back.”

Paul clutched his face as in Munch’s ‘The Scream’, squatted and peed on the floor.

Paul quickly figured correctly the money, 4000 dollars, was somehow involved. Paul responded, figuring it worth it to return the money in exchange if possible, for what could ruin his future. His imagination went into overdrive with the implications — ‘over being raped by a fucking dog!

He didn’t have to wait long, as there was a knock upon the door a second later; but, even before he got to it, it opened, and 3 Muslim guys walked right in. One carrying a pistol, as Paul stood naked holding the phone in one hand and a tube of ointment in the other, Paul asked if they had his fries and burger he’d ordered.

The one holding the gun was the guy he’d given the security deposit to. They seemed to be in good moods smiling as if meeting a friend.

Paul went to Lee’s pants and withdrew the money he’d found and offered it; bowing deeply and submissively as he did so his slim, white, blond headed, naked self, in sharp contrast to these, dark black bearded, taller, beefy intruders. The guy who took it appeared to be the guy Paul had seen at the gas station with Lee. Paul liked his exposure and minced around in a circle knowing he might be hot to them from past experiences. 

‘’ It’s all there except about $75 for gas and stuff — and the cash 220 i gave you,” Nodding to the proprietor with the gun.

As you might expect the men seemed very disappointed and asked what recourse did they have to obtain the rest.

Paul feebly offered the new clothes, and told the guy he’d just leave; the bed isn’t even unmade, and he could re-rent the room to another person — and they'd actually come out ahead.

Then the strange one walked to him, and caressed his fanny gently, and asked what the number on it was — Paul shrugged oblivious; but he now regretted he hadn’t made a better effort to wash it off.

The stranger then said he’d seen it with the dog video, and had already done a google search. He said, as answering a riddle, that It was registered to a Charles Brockton. A Master Charles, and, that he, ‘naked hairless bitch boy’, was Charles’ runaway property.

“There is a name for boys like you back in my country; Bazi or چه bacheh, in Afghanistan.” Said the man, as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled out a semi-hard 6 inches of cock.

‘’ I like that America has such similar customs.”

The other men grabbed Paul upon each side at the elbows. Looking like a skinny naked geek between them, they laid him face down upon the bed. Each grabbed an ass cheek and pulled it apart; and, using the ointment Paul had, had in his hand, one squeezed out the tubes contents, and applied it to Paul’s anus.

After adjusting ass height with pillows the man eased his now fully hard cock slowly into Paul’s butt and pumped viciously.

Another got upon the bed and unzipped at Paul’s face and guided his cock into the boy’s mouth — and, the other sat and recorded the event on his phone.

‘’ This is so unfair!’’ Paul thought.

‘’Call this faggot’s Master, and tell him we demand a finders fee of one thousand dollars.’’ Said the fucker to the guy sitting, after planting his seed in Paul.

‘’If he doesn’t pay it’ll be very bad for you.’’

Paul didn’t hear that as he was choking on the cock unloading a big load at the back of his throat. The cum came out his nose there was so much.

It still hadn’t been 24 hours since he’d chatted with Janice about Master Charles; and now Charles had said He’d be there in and hour with the money to buy His slave back, and Paul was terrified.

Charles, in fact, had expected the slave to have headed to the interstate. He had just driven past the hotel they held Paul, checking out the truck stops and campgrounds; so, he, along with his other alpha slave, was very near, and they arrived at the motel within minutes.

The men met in the lobby, while Paul was kept in the room till the deal was settled.

Charles made new connections for drugs, that the late Lee had done and obtained his contacts who'd meet him at the Tang, selling opium; and Charles set up a deal with the men to move white young males from his house to be transported to various warlords in Pakistan and Afghanistan. A thousand dollars was small change for the wind fall.

After a period of punishment for Paul, Charles agreed to sell Paul back half price, and transport him to an air field where a diplomat protected private cargo plane would fly him out of the country with other slaves.

Master Charles laughed when they showed him the dog fucking Paul, and he told them a horny dog awaits Paul at his house.

Paul was frog marched to the Harley; naked, hands cuffed to a chain belt, and seated behind Master Charles. — Lucky for Paul that a warm front had moved in, as it was a long ride back on lonely country roads. Paul snuggled his raw tits against his Master’s broad strong back. He licked the leather jacket, feeling the cum leaking his ass upon the seat, and got a hard on, as they slowly exited the lot.