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The Boys and the Boss
As we turn from the stairs, I’m surprised to see mirrors everywhere. Tony points to the left and says, “Ya wanna take a leak?”
“Yea – yea, I do.”
As I’m pissing I realize again my groin’s been shaved. It feels weird to my hand, and as I look down my junk looks huge. There’s nothing left there to hide it.
I can’t help but look at my own reflection, too. Geeze, it’s making me go semi hard. What the hell. This can’t be arousing for me . . . not this shitty situation.
Back in the hall, Tony is turned towards me now. I look at him, and sure enough, black gothic letters tattoo says T O N Y in sort of an arch above his bellybutton. Below it, in smaller letters and straight, not arched, right above his cock, D i F I L I P P O.
“So – your name across your stomach. The boss made you get that?”
“I’m honored, Charlie. Shows I’m his boy. You’ll see. You’ll love havin’ yours, too.”
“No fuckin’ way!”
The other two big ugly thugs are in the gym working out. (What I am I thinking? I look like them now!)
“O.K. This is Jimmy and Sammy.” They both reach out to shake my hand . . . and I see that they’re both looking at my crotch.
Jimmy says to me, “That’s a nice lookin’ pole and balls you got, Charlie.”
I don’t know just how to reply – so, I don’t.
“I think yer blushin’, Charlie,” Jimmy says to me. He’s playing with himself. He sees me noticing. He adds, “Dude – yer gonna be playin’ with your cock a lot, too. Jest wait till ya been here a few days.”
“Whatever.” – I notice I’m gettin’ a semi hardon. I’m disgusted with myself and embarrassed .
Tony tells me, “Come on over here. I wanna see ya workin’ out. With your body, I’ll enjoy it.”
The idea of putting on a porn show for Tony doesn’t strike me as cool. But, if I’m gonna get outta here, I gotta play along with everything the best I can. For now.
“Yea. O.K.” I say. “Lemme work off some anger.”
As I start working out, I’m looking at myself naked in the mirror. My shaved head. The ring in my nose. The tunnel starters in my ears. My smooth crotch and huge lookin’ dick and balls. Damn! I’m getting hard again! No! Can’t do this. But, I can’t hide it.
Tony says, “I think you’re gonna like it here. You haven’t even had any of Boss’ special juice from the kitchen, and your dick is already likin’ it here!”
“No way. It’s just stress. I’m really pent up . . . and mad. That’s why I’m gettin’ hard.” I know I’m lyin’. Something in me is a traitor to me.
We’ve worked out for about an hour. My stiffness is gone now . . . at least the stiffness in my muscles. I keep seeing myself in all these mirrors and the stiffness between my legs just keeps getting encouraged. This can’t be. It just can’t.
Ricky and Sammy are coming into the kitchen now – two others with him.
Ricky says, “Hey Charlie – ya met Carrie and Johnnie yet? Ya haven’t, right?”
“No, I haven’t.”
They’re naked like all of us. My eyes can’t miss the bushes on ‘em – with nothing I can see comin’ outta them. Can’t see whether they’ve got something there or not.
“I’m Carrie”, one of them says to me and offers his hand. I take it. I’m trying to act normal. Not easy. “And, I’m Johnnie”, the other one says doing the same.
“Hi . . . ah . . . to both ya . . . ah . . .”, I’m stuttering.
Johnnie is saying to me, “Go on. Take a look. We know you want to.”
“No – no, that’s all right.”
“Go ahead. I do got a dick. It’s soft now and up inside my foreskin, so you can’t see it. Reach down there and make it hard.”
“No way – I’m not – I won’t – ah, ah.”
Tony reaches down in Johnnie’s bush and says, “C’mon, Johnnie. Lemme me make ya feel good”, and he’s got whatever’s there in his hand.
I’m just standing here, kinda dumb.
“There. Ya see”, Tony says. “Take a look.”
I look. In his fingers there’s a cock (I guess). It’s maybe an inch long and looks hard.
All of a sudden Ricky grabs my right hand and moves it down by Tony’s, saying, “Grab ahold”.
“No way. Not doing that.”
“Damn, Charlie. It’s yer loss then.”
Johnnie is snickering . . . and reaching for Tony’s cock, telling him, “You always know just how to handle my boy clit”.
What the hell. Like I thought before, this place is getting weirder and weirder.
Sammy says, “You’ll come round, Charlie. Just need some time. You’re gonna be just like us.”
“I’m NOT Charlie,” I tell him.
Carrie tells me, “Quit resistin’, CHARLIE. You ARE ‘Charlie’ – sooner you accept that, the sooner you can let the changes come on.”
“I ain’t doin’ any ‘changes’.’’ I tell him.
Ricky is laughing, “Hmph. Says the new boy.”
I’m thinkin’ . . . were Johnnie and Carrie always like this? Did Phillipe have anything to do with their tiny packages?
We’re sitting three to a bench at the table. The others are talking and dropping their hands to their crotches or the crotch of the one next to them. Sammy is next to me and reaches for mine. My hand immediately pushes his away, and I tell him strongly, “I DON’T THINK SO!”
“Touchy, touchy. O.K. I’ll jest wait till ya come round. Ya will, ya know.”
“I doubt that.”
After Johnnie and Carrie leave, Tony says, “They’re Boss’ girls.”
“So, that’s what you call them . . . .”
“Yup. That’s what they are. You saw their little pricks. Ya see their nice butts? Outside of club members, only Boss gets their asses, though.”
“Club members . . . ah . . . they . . . “
“Sure they do. Ours, too, if they like. Boss doesn’t wanna get sick from catchin’ somethin’ from us – so he makes the members use condoms that he’s got in boxes on the bar it they wanna fuck us. He’s even got us on prep.”
“No way.”
“Hell ya! Why not? We fuck and suck each other, too. Ya gonna like it here, Charlie, once Boss gets your blood sample back and he knows you’re clean.”
“Blood sample?!”
“Yea – while you were out and we shaved ya and all, he took one. He won’t let us fuck each other unless he knows we’re clean. Has a doc who’s a member take care of checkin’ us on a schedule, too.”
“What the hell! Clean or not, that’s not me. I’m not into that. If you’re gay, fine. I’m straight.”
As Tony starts to the hallway again he nods to me to follow and says, “Um hm – I was, too. You’ll see. You’ll come round.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
“Yea – ya will – Boss has his ways. You’ll find out.”
“Speak of the devil and he will appear”. I look ahead and at the far end of the hallway Phillipe is walking toward us. He’s naked, too. His cock is huge.
“Tony, how has Charlie been doing?”
“It’s all good, Boss. Showed him around and we worked out in the gym. He’s met all the boys. We just ate.”
“Charlie – you have questions, I am certain.”
“Fuckin’ right I do, Phillipe.”
“Charlie, we have to get a few things straight. First of all, you do not address me as ‘Phillipe’. You call me either ‘Boss’ or ‘Sir’. Second, you always speak respectfully to me. You will suffer if you do not follow any directive that I give you.
“Do you understand?”
“I’m not in the military. You’ve kidnapped me – PHILLIPE. I don’t have to do what you say.”
“Boys, take Charlie to the basement.”
Tony has been joined by Ricky and Sammy who came out of the kitchen into the hallway as Phillipe was walking toward us. Now, they’re all three grouping around me. It’s clear that I can’t win if I try to keep them from making me go back downstairs. I’m thinking how I forgot what I decided about playin’ along till I could figure a way outta here. Damn. I’ve messed up now.
Tony tells me, “Charlie, ya gotta respect Boss. Now you’re gonna pay. Either go down to the basement on your own, or we’ll take ya there.”
“I’ll go. I’ll go. No need any of us gettin’ hurt.”
We’re in the basement now. This is only the second time I’ve been in here. I see the cross with the pully attached to its top. There’s a table off to the right with a bunch of stuff on it . . . small boxes, candles, jars. In the back right corner I see a steel table. It looks like a long food prep table on wheels.
Phillipe tells his ‘boys’, “Strap Charlie to the Andrew’s Cross and pull it upright.”
I don’t know what to expect.
Phillipe is saying, “Boy, you must learn that I have certain ‘unusual’ powers. I told you that there was voodoo in my town. Actually, it is in my family. My parents were priests. I have their powers, too.”
“Voodoo? What kind of shit is that? I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.”
“You are about to change your belief, I think, Charlie.”
He’s lighting candles and dimming the lights. He’s lookin’ in that bunch of stuff on the table, and he’s sorting through it like he’s lookin’ for something.
“Ahh, yes. Here is what I need.”
He’s got some kind of ragdoll-looking thing in his hand. He’s starting up chanting. Don’t know what language it is, but it’s not English and it doesn’t sound like French, either.
He’s walking up to me and startin’ to rub the doll’s face in mine, and now its torso on mine, its crotch in mine, and the same on down to my legs. Now, he’s round behind me and doing what’s probably the same thing with all the parts of the doll’s backside down mine from my head to my heels.
He stops his chanting. “Charlie, you have perhaps heard of voodoo dolls. They are real. This one has been identified with you now. Through it, I can cause good and bad things to happen to you.”
He’s chanting some more, and he’s got the doll by its head. Can’t make out what he’s doing.
“Ahhh. Ahhhh. No. Nooo. Stop!” I’m crying out. My face feels like it’s in a vice closing tight around it. It’s not stopping. I’m crying out. I’m in agony. “What’re you doin’ to me?! Stop. Please, please stop . . . !”
I must have passed out from the pain. I’ve never before felt anything like it. Never. I’m coming back to consciousness now. Don’t know if I was out for a minute or an hour. I can see all four of ‘em still standing there. My face is on fire.
“Ricky”, Phillipe says, “show Charlie in the mirror the change that has happened to his body.”
Ricky’s getting that mirror and pulling it over to the cross. No drape over it this time. I can see myself. With all the pain that is in my face, I look at it first.
Damn! I don’t believe it. “You fuckin’ bastard, Phillipe! You’ve mutilated me. What have you done to my face?!”
I’ve always thought that my face looked pretty good, even handsome. But, now . . . now it’s like pictures of Neanderthals that I’ve seen. My forehead’s all narrow. My eyes are sunk deep below it. My eyebrows are thick and meet above my nose – my nose with the ring hangin’ outta it. My jaw is pushed way forward. My beard used to grow nice and even, but now it’s scraggily-like. I’m still bald.
“Now you know that I truly do have powers you cannot fathom.
“Boys, lower the cross and unstrap him. Take him back to the second floor.
“Tell him that unless he wants more ‘special treatment’ he had best show respect for Boss.”
He is leaving, and the boys are coming toward me.
Sammy is saying, “Yer a fuckin’ dumbass, Charlie. Ya don’t disrespect Boss. But, guess ya know now that can bring a whole lotta hurt, huh?”
The pain’s waring off fast. We’re in the second floor hallway. They all go into the dormitory room, so I just follow. They tell me to sit on one of the four beds . . . and they form a semi-circle in front of me, with Ricky in the middle.
“Ya look like some kinda caveman, Charlie. Hmm, wild man look. Sexy.”
He is reaching for my cock.
I bat his hand away. “Keep your hands off me! Things are bad enough without you makin’ ‘em worse. Why’d the hell Phillipe do this?”
Sammy says, “Don’t ya mean ‘Boss’? Remember, the cams are always goin’. He knows if yer doin’ like he said or if yer still showin’ disrespect.”
“Shut up, Sammy.”
“Jes sayin’”.
Tony tells the others, “It’s past time for us to get down to the club and clean up for tonight. We lost time down in the basement with Charlie."
Ricky asks, “What’s Caveman here gonna do? Is he gonna work in the club.?”
Tony answers, “Boss told me Charlie’s gonna help us clean, but while the club’s open tonight, he wants Charlie to stay in the gym. He says he can workout or sleep or bate his cock, or whatever.”
I tell them, “Just fuck off, all o’ ya.”
Tony says, “C’mon. Everyone. You, too, Charlie. We gotta work fast.”
The club’s cleaned up now. Like Tony had said Phillipe had told him to do, he took me to the gym after cleaning. I’m alone here now, locked in.
What the fuck. Before, I already told myself that I was trapped in a body that doesn’t look like me. Then, it was only shaved and my nose and ears were “decorated”. Now it’s even more true. Why the hell didn’t I keep to my plan to play along for now? I’m screwed way worse than before. I don’t even – didn’t even – believe in any voodoo shit. But, losin’ my face tells me different.
I look at myself in one of the mirrored walls. Shit, shit, shit, shit! I lie back on the lifting bench and close my eyes as the tears flow.
I must o’ fell asleep. I’m on the bench. My hand’s in my crotch. I’m hard. I start doin’ like Sammy said . . . batin’ my cock. Feels good.
It’s been a while I’m here bating . . . I’m feeling it build up. I’m gonna cum. “ Ahhh. Yeahhh!” A rope of cum sprays up and lands on my chest. Before – I’d have cleaned it up. In this fuckin’ situation, I just rub in around and figure it’ll dry on its own.
The clock says it’s only 8:30. I might as well work out.
After a few hours, I’m finished. Nowhere I can go. Nothin’ I can do. Guess I’ll see if I can fall asleep again. Eventually someone’s gonna come get me.
A little after 2:00 A.M., the door to the gym opens. Ricky’s calling me. “Hey, Caveman – C’mon. Wer in the kitchen. After the club’s done we eat some. C’mon.”
I go with him, and they’re all in there except for “the girls”.
Sammy pipes up right away with, “Kinda like your new look, Charlie. Like one tough dude. Wouldn’t wanna meet ya in a dark alley.”
“Lay off.”
They’re all laughing.
Going toward the fridge, Ricky says, “I’m hungry. Who wants what?”
We all ate. I was hungry. It didn’t taste bad. Now, the four of us are in the dorm. I waited for the other three to go to their beds so I’d know which one is left for me.
Before lying down, I go across the hall. It’s time to take a crap. The toilets I’d noticed earlier were all three in a row on the far left wall walking in. No partitions. No seats or lids. I felt strange sitting down on the cold fixture. No sooner am I on it than in comes Ricky and sits on the one next to me. Another weird “first” for me. I’m having a hard time not tensing up and letting my ass relax enough so that I can take a shit.
Ricky’s having no trouble. He farts and I hear the turd from his ass hit the water in the toilet bowl. Powerful stink, too. He looks over toward me. “Yer gonna git used to it, Charlie. Go on. Relax. Let it lose.”
I finally do.
It’s only last night that I stopped into Club Voodoo for a bite to eat . . . and now my whole world is turned upside down. It seems like a month ago so much has happened to me in the last 24 hours.
My nose has been bleeding off and on all day where my septum was punched through. It hurts like hell. It’s the same thick size ring as the others have. I’ve been using toilet paper to soak up the blood when it starts up.
Coming back into the dorm, I see that Sammy and Tony are on the same bed now, sitting side by side with their hands in one another’s crotches. They’re Frenching, too.
Ricky was behind me coming into the room, and he comes over to sit beside me. He nods across to the other two, looks at me and smiles. “Let’s play,” he says to me, as his hand moves down between my legs.
I instinctively grab his wrist and push it back in his direction.
“C’mon Brother. It’s what we do.”
“It’s not what I do.”
“Really? Yer one o’ us now. Yer a diFilippo brother.”
“No – I’m NOT. Keep your hands away from me or you’ll wish you had.”
“Hmm. Wonder if Boss is watchin’. Ya see those cams up in the ceiling corners, right?”
I had forgotten.
“Should I give a damn?”
“Yer really slow catchin’ on, Charlie. I woulda thought that losin’ that good lookin’ face woulda been all it took. Ya really don’t wanna make Boss mad. He wants us to keep each other hard.”
I get up and move toward Ricky’s bed. If he’s gonna sit here on mine, I’ll go lie down on his. No covers anywhere. No need for them it’s kept so hot in here.
Sammy’s moved to his knees and has Tony’s cock in his mouth now. He’s bobbing his head up and down on it fast and both of them are moaning. Tony’s got his hand behind Ricky’s head and he’s pushing him back down on his shaft each time he comes up almost to its tip.
I lie down and turn toward the wall . . . and see my caveman face in the damn mirror. I didn’t see or hear Ricky move behind me. All of a sudden, his finger is in my ass crack. I spring up and tell him, “Get the fuck away from me you ugly scum!”
“Ugly scum? Hmm. Look who’s talkin’. Check us out in the mirrors, Charlie. Who’s uglier?”
I’m moving back to what I guess is my bed. This time I lie down with my back to the wall. Tony, even though he’s being sucked, is looking at me. Eyes on my crotch.
Tony says to me, “Ya got a long way to go before ya come round. But, ya will. Boss wants us up and hard as much of the time as possible. You’re not gonna be any different.”
“We’ll see ‘bout that,” I tell him.
Over the next hour, Tony fucks Sammy while he sucks Ricky at the same time. I can’t help but see how big all their dicks are. They’re moaning and groaning. They’re shouting out their pleasure. Then, Sammy fucks Tony. It’s an orgy. Tony’s on his back smiling up at Ricky.
I realize that I’m feeling something in my crotch. I look down. I can see that my cock is sticking straight out. I wanna touch it, rub it . . . but, I don’t wanna let these animals see me doing it. I don’t want them to know that what’s going on is making me hard. I’m straight. Maybe when it’s dark I’ll beat off.
It turns out the lights in the dorm are on a dimmer that only goes down so far. It’s never completely dark. I guess I’m not gonna risk masturbating again tonight.
Tony and Ricky have stayed on the same bed. They’re asleep on their sides, with Tony behind Ricky with his cock still in his ass. Unbelievable. I gotta figure out how to escape from this sinkhole.
Waking up in the morning the clock on one of the mirrored walls says it’s 11:00. Two of the others are stirring. All of us are wearing morning wood. Unconsciously, I reach down and take hold of it. Umm. It feels good. When I look over to the other side, all three of the “brothers” are just looking at me, smiling, while they work theirs.
“How’s it feel, Charlie,” Sammy asks.
“Just fine, Asshole,” I answer him.
“That ain’t no way fer ya to talk to a brother, Charlie.”
“You ain’t my brother.”
Tony says, “We shower when we get up. Get your ass over across the hall. Then, we gotta have breakfast, work out. Yesterday I had to get up early to get you off the Andrew’s Cross. Did the day different. Today’s it’s back to normal.”
We’re crossing into the john, all of us playing with ourselves – even me – and looks like we’re gonna shower . . . together. I see myself in the group in the mirrors. I don’t want to admit it to myself, but they are making me hard. Damn. This can’t be happening. I’m straight.
To Be Continued
