[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent.. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences like they do in real life. For sure, don't engage in risky activities like the story characters do.]
Confusion
It’s the next day from when Boss told me I had needed an “adjustment”. Breakfast is over. I’m takin’ a piss and Tony’s in the john, too. He tells me, “Boss said for me and you to meet him in the room downstairs. He’s called John back in to do more work on ya “Fuck. Ain’t it enough already?”
“Guess not. He’s Boss.”
Instead of goin’ to the gym upstairs with the others, we go downstairs. We’re sittin’ on the Andrew’s Cross where it’s kept on blocks. He smiles at me and reaches for my huge cock. It jumps right away. Something in me wants to put him off from playing with me . . . but, it does feel fine. Right away it’s goin’ semi. What the hell . . . I reach into Tony’s crotch and return the favor. I smile back. Pretty quick, we’ve got each other full out. We’re both leakin’ pre.
We hear Phillipe’s voice. “Boys, Boys – I am so happy to see that you are using your time well while you waited. Lie down and put you faces in each other’s groins. Take those cocks and suck them until you both cum while I watch.”
We do as we’re told. I got Tony’s cock in my mouth. It was already hard and edged up. Mine was, too, and it’s in his mouth. We’re both workin’ each other’s shafts up and down and lickin’ knobs. We’re moanin’. Tony’s picking up speed, so I’m following. We are both startin’ to pump with our hips. Damnnn! We’re cummin’ together . . . right at the same time. FanTAStic!
Boss tells us, “Clean each other off well . . . and, lick up any cum that you didn’t swallow.” We do as we're told.
There’s a loud knocking on the basement door. “Tony, go let John in.”
Tony and John come in, John with his two roller suitcases.
I'm standing next to Boss and John sees me for the first time with my huge black dick, still semi from Tony and me 69-ing. “What the fuck! Look at ya, Boy! How’d the hell that happen?”
Boss says, “John, I am sure you know. You have seen the results of my voodoo power before. I only use it when there is not another way available to me to accomplish my goals. For this goal, there was none.”
“Whatever! That’s unbelievable, though. Lemme grab it, Boy.”
I separate my legs about eighteen inches and thrust my pelvis forward. I'm offering him my big, black, semi-hard cock hangin’ down. Why am I doing this? This isn’t me!
John is handling my shaft, toying with it. Of course, it's startin' to go harder right away. He looks at Phillipe and asks, "Phillipe, do you mind if I suck this boy's dick?"
He answers him, “Do you think you can handle it?”
“You know I can. I’ve sucked yours many times. It looks ‘bout the same to me.”
“Feel free, John.”
John is kneelin’ down in front of me. He’s gotten me completely hard again, and I feel it throbbing. He’s goin’ down on me. Ohh. Umm. Umm. Yeahh. “Do me, John. Suck me!”
He keeps goin’. Bobbin’ up and down on my shaft. His tongue really knows how to pleasure my big glans. He keeps up for around five minutes. I can feel the orgasm buildin’. I just cummed before he got here . . . but, I’m doing it again. Here it comesss! “Oh yea! Yea! Ahhh! Ahhh!.” I’m shootin’ ropes down his throat. He had me all the way in and I could feel him vibrating his vocal chords around my dick.
“Geeze, John. You’re good at that. Thanks, Man.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Boy,” he tells me as he gets to his feet.
There’s still a long drip of cum hangin’ off the tip of my prik. Without thinking, I strip it off with my finger and bring it to my mouth.
Phillipe says, “Oh Charlie. You’ve come so far. Boss is proud of you!”
Without wanting to do it, I hear myself say, “Thanks Boss. Glad you’re pleased with me.”
“Tony, roll the table over here again. Then, cover it with a sheet.” He does as he’s told.
Now he's saying , “John, here is the sketch I have made of the tattoo I want on the boy’s back. It is a large black erect penis and big balls. It will begin at his neck with the balls on his shoulder blades. The cock head will end above his hole. Between the glans and his ass crack will be the words, FUCK HOLE. You look at it, too, Charlie.”
This is getting worse and worse. I don’t want any tattoo coverin’ my whole back – especially one gross as that. But, I’m tellin’ Boss, “That’ll look hot, Boss!”
John says to Phillipe, “This’ll take a number of sittings. It’s a large area and a lotta o’ needle work.”
“However many it takes, John. I will pay you. Charlie is going to be a big asset to Club Voodoo.”
John is gettin’ his stuff organized on the small table that Tony’s carried over while Phillipe was showin’ his design. John says to me, “Boy, roll over onto your stomach. Get ready to be there for a couple of hours.” I do as I’m told.
Over the last two weeks John’s been comin’ to finish the big tattoo on my back every three days or so. Every time he’s finished his work for the day, Phillipe has me “thank” him again by suckin’ his cock. Today it’s different. Phillipe orders me to kneel on all fours.
Phillipe tells him, “You know that I keep my boys clean, because I also use them. Just like when you are upstairs at the club, use a condom.”
John pulls one outta his pocket.
“Charlie,” Phillipe says to me, “spread your knees wide apart as you can and put your palms down on the floor with your forehead between them.”
“Good. Now use him as the tattoo you put on his back suggests.”
I saw the tattoo on a video screen. It's terrible. If I ever get outta here, it's gonna cost and hurt like hell gettin' it removed. I still have this shock collar round my neck. Some day it'll come off. Then I'll have my chance.
The boys have been watching the tat grow. They’re calling me “dickman” when it’s not “caveman”. Not that long ago I looked like a normal guy . . . a handsome one. Now, Phillipe has made me a freak who could never live a normal life “outside”. The even worse part is that when I see myself in the mirrors all over the place, I get hard nearly every time. So, that means I’m always carryin’ at least a semi between my legs. The weight of it hangin’ there just turns me on more. My hand automatically goes to playin’ with myself whenever I’m not doin’ anything with it. I’ve become just like the other boys . . . my “brothers”. It’s what Tony said would happen. Without wanting it, I’m a diFilippo!
I hate the way I look. I love the way I look. What’s happenin’ to me? Is it just me . . . or, is it that stuff Phillipe put on my head? That was when I quit bein’ able to do numbers stuff anymore.
I thought the day he fucked me would be the last I’d see of John, but today I’m back downstairs with Phillipe and Tony again. We’re waiting for him to get here. The big and little tables are set next to each other again. Boss has told me to sit up on the big one again. I’m not even asking what’s gonna happen. What good would it do?
Tony’s gone to answer the knocking at the door and he’s returning with John. He opens his suitcases and spreads out his stuff.
Phillipe says, “All right, John. Here is the new sketch. You will recognize it. I want the same big, erect cock on Charlie’s chest. But, this one I want pointing up. Above it will be the words SUCK HOLE just below his neck.”
Nahhh! Nah! Not another one! He’s makin’ my body into a graffiti board. Then, why am I saying?, “Cool Boss! The cock tats are like arrows pointin’! Sure do know what my job’ll be now!”
“Yes, Charlie. Arrows. My thought, exactly. I am surprised you realized that. It pleases me that you are looking forward to your work at the club.”
I am not pleased. I hate thinkin’ bout it. I can’t do it. I will do it. I want to do it. What the fuck’s goin’ on in my head?
Over these last three weeks, it’s all been a repeat of the last ones. ‘Cept this time I’ve been lying on my back . . . and I haven’t needed a video picture to see what John’s doing. Like before, he’s gettin’ a bonus from my mouth or my ass after each session. Boss told him it was his choice.
I hate payin' him like that. I love payin' him like that. I can't wait to take his cock wherever he wants to put it. Why the hell can't I get this straight in my head? Do I, or don't I?
I guess now that I’m all decorated, Boss’ll be havin’ me start in the club.
Turns out I was right. The second big tat’s healed now. Boss had Tony tell me that tonight I’d start workin’ with the others in the club. Tony said I was to meet Boss in the basement alone today when he and the others went to the gym.
I’m waitin’ here in the basement. I’ve quit bein’ afraid when I’m here 'cause I’ve been here so many times now for all the tat sessions. Down here, there’s not mirrors everywhere. I’m sittin’ on the X-cross where it’s set on the blocks, batin' my cock. Boss is comin’ in the door . . . naked. When John’s been here, he’s always had his tight black leather pants on. Just them, nothin’ more. And, even then, you could always see the outline of his big, black cock (just like the one droppin’ outta my crotch, too) snakin’ down his leg.
“Charlie, I have instructions for you. I am going to tell you what your job will be tonight. Is your memory working well today?”
“I dunno Boss. Guess so. Haven’t forgotten anything. Least ways, don’t think I have.”
“Very well, then. The club will open at 7:00, as usual. You will be in the back room until I come to get you at 7:30 or so. You will be watching pornography to keep yourself aroused. You can play with your cock and cum. I know that you will be able to cum again later, even many times, with no problems in the club.
“When I come for you, I will put a leather cock ring that has a metal D-ring attached to it behind your balls. I will lead you by a leash connected to the D-ring.
“Do you have any questions so far, Charlie?”
“No, Boss. I wait for ya while I bate and watch porn. Then, you come get me and lead me into the club on a leash hooked behind my balls.”
“Exactly. Good. You will walk with your legs farther apart than normal, and with your shoulders back and your hips pushed forward so that your big, black cock that I gave you is showing off. You will not look at the club members’ faces. You will look at their crotches. You will be licking your lips. You will let your arms hang by your sides unless you are playing with your thick cock. Do you have all that, Charlie?”
“Ya, Boss. Look at the guys’ junk and play with mine. Lick my lips. Got it.”
“Very good. You are being more cooperative than I had thought you might be.”
I hate thinkin’ bout doin’ what he’s tellin’ me to do. That isn’t Charles Johnston! But, I wanna do it. I can’t wait to show off my cock ‘n’ balls in the club. I don’t get why I’m wantin’ to do stuff like this. I’m straight!
I’m in the back room of the club now. It’s close to 7:30. Phillipe’s gonna be comin’ to get me. I’ve been here watching porn on the video screen and playin’ with my huge cock. I came once. Boss told me that if I did, I was to keep the cum in my hand and eat it. I did as I was told. Why am I lookin’ forward to showin’ off my big, black junk in the club tonight? Why do I want to take the members’ cocks in my mouth and my ass? This ain’t me! Here comes Boss.
“Charlie, it is time for your debut. Come here.”
I get up and walk to him. He’s takin’ the leather cock ring with the D-ring on it off of the table. It’s got a gold link leash hooked onto it.
“Take this and secure it behind your balls, Charlie.” I do as I’m told.
“All right, Charlie. Remember. Walk with your feet wide apart. Keep your shoulders up and back. Thrust you cock forward. Play with it. Lick your lips. Watch crotches.”
“Got it, Boss. I’m nervous. But, I can’t wait. I’m proud of my junk!”
We’re walkin’ in. Boss didn’t make any announcement to get ‘em ready or anything. I’m tryin’ to do like Boss told me. *Damn*.
Ever since that time in the room when he put that stuff on my head, I gotta do what he tells me.
I’m lookin at the cocks hangin’ outta their jeans. A few just got leather jocks on and their dicks are pushin’ outta the sides of their pouches. There’s Carrie and Johnnie in their black rubber suits without seats in ‘em. I’m proud! I’m big. My cock is in my right hand. I’m playin’ with it. It’s semi. I’m lickin’ my lips.
As we start walkin’ around in the main room, the talkin’ is stoppin’. All the members are turning toward Boss and me. There are some whistles. The members are kinda comin’ together around us.
Boss is saying, “Gentlemen. I have been telling you for some weeks that I would be offering a new attraction for you here at the club. I am a man of my word. This is Charlie. Charlie diFilippo. I think that you have never seen a specimen like this! He is one of a kind and is practiced in how to serve your wants. Remember that if you fuck him . . . just as it is with my other boys . . . you must use the condoms I supply. He is getting prep . . . but I take no chances. I use him, too!”
Now, they’re all hootin’ and clappin’. They’re comin’ in tight around us. They’re reachin’ out and touchin’ me all over – especially my cock and my ass. My cock has gotten full out hard real fast. Without even thinkin’ bout what I’m doin’, my hands are reaching for their crotches. Guess I’ve gotten so used to sex play with my brothers (brothers? the boys aren’t my brothers!) that I’m gettin’ like ‘em. I just reach for cock without thinkin’. What the hell? Why? Why can’t I be Charles Johnston? Why am I so proud to be doin’ this shit?
Boss is saying, “Charlie, kneel. Gentlemen, sample this boy’s servicing. I will want to hear what you think. I am securing his leash to the hook on this post.”
He walks away and starts talkin’ with his customers. One of ‘em steps in front of me and slaps my face back and forth with his hard cock. He looks down at me and orders, “Suck it.” I do as I’m told. He’s horny and not wastin’ time. He’s fucking my face fast and hard. I’m used to playin’ hard with my brothers *(Brothers? I’ve thought of ‘em like that again! Shit, no!)* so much I can handle his dick comin’ hard and fast just fine. He cums and I swallow most of it. Some of it’s comin’ outta my mouth on the sides. Behind him, there’s a line now. I feel someone’s cock in my ass crack. I’m pushin’ my butt out toward it and relaxin’ my hole. I wanna feel whatever size cock he’s got comin’ into me. Ohh Yeahh! I feel him comin’ in nice and slow. He’s pushin’ in and backin’ out, and doin’ it all over again nice and regular. I’m movin’ my butt to meet his pushes. Umm umm . . . yeahhh. I’m moanin’ round the shaft in my mouth. I love bein’ spit roasted like this when my brothers do it to me.
No idea how long I’ve been takin’ cocks here on the floor. After a while, I crawled up and down the line of members at the bar after Boss took the leather cock ring out from behind my balls. Lotta cum dripplin’ down my chin and all over my big pecs and on down to my own pole. I’ve been usin’ the dripplin’ cum for lube as I jack myself. Some of the customers have pulled outta my mouth before they’re finished cummin’ and shot it on my face, so it’s pretty well coated, too. Lotta them jacked my cock, but no one dared tryin’ to take it in his mouth or asked for it in their hole.
Guess I must have been here for nearly seven hours. Ricky just called out, “Last Call”. It doesn’t seem like that long. I’m tired, but I’ve loved it. How can that be? I don’t wanna be doin’ this shit. Why doesn’t the real me keep from doin’ it. How can I be thinkin’ that I even like it?
Club’s closed. Me and my brothers are upstairs. They said I gotta take a shower ‘cause I’m so “used”. They’re right. I been used . . . plenty.
Back in the kitchen, we’re eatin’ whatever we want from the cupboards and the fridge. I’m feeling really tired now after the hot shower. After I’m finished here, I’m gonna sleep.
Tony tells me, “You were sure a hit tonight, Charlie. Your first showing in the club is gonna bring a lotta new guys to check it out, I bet. Heard members talkin’ to each other – and to me, too – bout how they’d never seen anything like a white caveman-lookin’ dude with a fuckin’ humongous black cock and balls. They couldn’t believe that anyone would get himself tattooed like you, either. Big cocks front and back. Wonder what Boss is gonna add to ya next?
I’m thinkin’ – yea, Boss did say he had more he wanted to do. When I get outta here what will I be able to do? Where could I work? Don’t know if even the construction gigs would want someone looks like I do. I am so fucked! Maybe I’m trapped even if Boss takes this shock collar off of me. Maybe I have to stay ‘cause he’s made me look like a freak . . . a freak who couldn’t make a living outside here or somewhere like it . . . or a circus or carnival. Damn! But, I’m likin’ it. I like givin’ head. I like gettin’ fucked. But, I can't be likin' it. It's not me!
I’m on my mattress now. Too tired even to jack off. My brothers – how can I be callin’ them that? – are startin’ in to play with each other. I’m too beat. Can’t do it. Why would I even want to?
To Be Continued
