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Decision
Been a long time ah’m workin’ real good at Boss’ club. Ma brothers hardly ever call me “Charlie” no more. They most times jus call me “Dumbfuck” or “Caveman”. O.K. by me. Ah like the way ah look. Been least a couple of summers ‘n’ winters pass by. Boss took the shock collar off ‘o me long time ago. Means ah can go out sometimes wid ma brothers. They make sure ah always got ma arms ‘n’ legs all covered ‘n’ all ‘cause o’ ma tats. Gotta wear work gloves, too, ‘cause ma hands look like cock heads. Make me wear a hat, too. If ah jus wanna git sun on ma great bod, ah still gotta do it on the roof. People look at me all funny like. Guess they never seen a caveman before! Dun’t matter. Like ah said, ah’m proud!
Boss told Tony he wanted me in the room downstairs when ma bros went to the gym today. He ain’t done that in a while. So, here ah am. Waitin’ ‘n’ batin’. Can never let it alone if ah don’t gotta do nothin’ else. O.K. Boss is comin’ in the door.
“Hey Boss.” Ah jus keepin’ batin’.
“Charlie. I have been thinking for a long time now that I want to talk to you about something special.”
“Special? Ya mean yer gonna do more shit to ma body. Dunno what else ya could do to make me better. Ah’m great the way ya got me already.”
“Yes, you are great the way I have made you over, Charlie. That is true. And, no, I do not have more things to add to try to make you better. But, it IS about the way you are that I am going to talk to you.”
“Ah don’t git it, Boss. Guess it must be ‘cause ah’m like ma tat says – a dumbfuck.”
“You are dumb, Charlie. That, too, is true. And, that is also part of what I am going to talk to you about.
“Ah dunno what yer talkin’ bout, Boss.”
“Do not worry. I will explain it to you. But, first, we must use some voodoo. Go over and lie on the steel table.”
“First, ya want me to suck ya, Boss? Ah’d like that!”
“Not right now, Charlie. Perhaps later. It will depend on you.”
“On me? Ah don’t git it, Boss. Ah always do what ya want. Ya own me, right? Yer Boss.”
“I know you are feeling confused. But, you will understand shortly.”
Ah’m layin’ on the steel table. Boss spread a sheet over me, ‘n’ now he’s startin’ in on his singin’ shit. No candles. No doll. No wet rag. He’s puttin’ his hands on top o’ ma head. Don’t ‘member him doin’ it like this before. Maybe ah jus forgit. Ah’m not good a ‘memberin’ lotta stuff. Ah think ah’m passin’ out agin.
“Whoa. What just happened?”
“How do you feel?”
“I’m confused, kinda groggy, Phillipe.”
“It appears you know where you are and who I am. Who are you? What is your name?”
“Charles. Charles Johnston.”
“And, what do remember of the last many months?”
“Lemme think a second. O.K. I remember back when I stopped into the club and waking up the next morning on that Andrew’s cross over there on the floor. I remember the boys . . . and I remember you had a lotta stuff done to my body.”
“Do you remember what was done?”
“Give me another second. Yea. Yea, I think I do. Lotta tattoos and piercings . . . and sometimes you used voodoo on me, too. Made me look like a freak by the time it was all done.”
“How are you feeling about that, remembering it now?”
“Odd. I’m not feeling anything. I’d have thought that I’d be angry as hell. My feelings about it are, like, numb.”
“Interesting for me to hear you say that. I have restored your mental powers for a reason, Charlie.”
“Yea. I remember that name, too. ‘Charlie.’ Even though I’m really Charles.”
“Do you remember what is tattooed on the front and back of your bald skull?”
“Lemme think. Shit. Yea. I do. It says DUMBFUCK and CAVEMAN.”
“That must anger you, no?”
“Thinking about now, yea – hell right it angers me! I’m a college educated mathematician. No way am I dumb. And having it tattooed on me like that saying that I am – well, that’s just not right. It was a shitty thing for you to do to me. Once I’m outta here, I’ll get it lasered off.”
“Charlie, even though you are recalling well what has happened, I want to see how your body responds when you actually look at it all once again. I want you to take the sheet off of your body, and then go stand in front of the mirror over there.”
I am doing as Phillipe has said that he wants me to. That shock collar is back on my neck. Damn. What a freak. I can’t believe that’s me in the mirror. I was pretty proud of my face and body before. Now, lookin’ at what I’m seeing . . . it really does look like some pre-history cave dweller. I’ve been made to look like a fuckin’ freak.
“Charlie, just stand there and look at yourself in the reflection. Do not say anything. Just look.”
Again, I’m doing as Phillipe says. I’m getting angrier, though. That numbness of my feelings is wearing off. Maybe it was a leftover from that voodoo trance he put me in. Wait a minute. I see my cock is coming outta my foreskin and rising fast – that monster black cock Phillipe put there with his voodoo.
“Do you see what is happening, Charlie? Looking at your image, your own body is telling you that it is arousing to see yourself the way you look now.”
I don’t want this. How can this be stimulating . . . seeing myself changed into that thing in the mirror? It’s even missing all its front teeth. It’s just gross. But, something in me is liking it. I’m full out hard now. My thick 10” ebony cock is pointing straight toward the mirror. It really is a monster. Any man would be proud to have one like it.
“Concentrate on your tattoos, Charlie.”
I look at my chest and the big cock pointing toward my chin with the words SUCK HOLE between its glans and my chin. My arms look like black veiny erect cocks and the backs of my hands like cock heads. I clench my fists . . . but that just makes the image clearer. And, my legs . . . snakes winding round both of them, one going up and blending into the base of my thick cock. My cock head looks like the snake’s head. The other one’s winding down my other leg comin’ outta my ass.
“Charlie, look at your cock. Look at what is happening.”
Damn. I’m leaking pre-cum. There’s a thick string of it all the way down to the floor already. Does my body somehow not get that I look like a freak? But . . . maybe that’s it. Maybe looking like this freak Phillipe has made me into is what a part of me is getting off on. No way! How could that be? But, something’s going on inside of me.
“Charlie, I am giving you a chance to make a decision. Over the next days, you are to think about your life before you came here. I think that you will be able to recall it very well. Also, I want you to think about your life here with the boys and working to entertain the members in the club. Consider whether you want to return to the way you were. I can make that happen by having John remove the piercings and with my voodoo for the rest. Or, will you want to remain here and continue being proud of your spectacular body and its attributes? If you stay, will you want to be college quality intelligent or something less?
“Either way, after a week we will talk again. You will tell me your decision, and I will deactivate that shock collar and take it off again. Your future will be your own choice.”
“Fuck, Phillipe! I want outta here. Get rid of all this shit hanging on me and all this marking. And, make my face handsome like it was before!”
“If that is your wish after the week is over, then so shall it be. For now, though, I shall do nothing.”
“You seriously think I’m gonna want to stick around in this freak show body?!”
“I do not know what you will do. I will know that in a week. For now, I want you to rejoin the boys in the gym. You can tell them what has happened here or not, as you wish. You can continue talking like your dumber self or not. You can come to work in the club or not. If you choose not to, you can tell the boys that you are ill. In a week, it will depend upon what has gone on inside of your head.”
“You’re gonna make me wait a week to tell ya what I already know? Really?”
“You do not already know. I have just presented you with the possibilities of different outcomes. You say one thing with your mouth. Your body is saying another thing with your cock. Time will tell, Charlie.”
“It’s Charles,” I say.
Phillipe is turning to leave the room. I am left standing in front of the mirror. My big cock is still pointing straight forward and still leaking all the way to the floor. My hand has been fondling it without my realizing it as Phillipe and I were talking. Even now, I’m not stopping. It feels so good. I pick up the pace. I need to relax. This’ll help me. I need to shoot a load.
I’m picking up the pace. My huge balls are tightening and I know I’m about to cum. Umm. Ummmm. Yeahhh! I’m shooting ropes of cum all over the damn mirror. It’s thick and sticky . . . hardly any of it is even running down the mirror. I take my fingers and scoop it off the surface and bring them to my mouth. I lick them clean with my super long tongue. I feel the piercings toward its tip on my fingers. Gotta admit I like doing this. And it does feel hot to have my tongue with those studs in it.
I’m heading upstairs to the gym. What’ll I tell the boys? Anything? Sorta got to. They’ll wonder why I’m talking like I used to. Or – maybe – maybe, I don’t have to tell them anything. Maybe I can fake it. I remember how I’ve been talking since Phillipe dumbed me down. I remember it all now that I’ve been outta that trance for a while. I don’t really wanna be bothered by their askin’ me all sorts of questions or trying to convince me not to leave. I’ll just make out like nothing happened downstairs with Phillipe.
It’s night now. I did like Phillipe suggested I could. I told the boys that I didn’t feel well. Tony went up and told Phillipe, and then he came back with the message that I should just stay in my rack if I wanted to, maybe watch the videos . . . whatever I felt like. In the gym the boys did notice the collar back around my neck. Tony asked why it was there. I told him I didn’t know . . . that “Boss” had done some of his voodoo shit on me again, and when I woke up, there it was.
I’m gettin’ bored just being here alone. I could always go back up to the gym and work out like I used to before Phillipe had me workin’ in the club. But, if I lost track of the time and they found me there after the club closed, they’d think I wasn’t really feeling sick. What the hell, I’ll turn on the vids. Even though they’re all porn, I’m used to that. It’ll give me something to do while I wait for the boys to come back.
It’s been two days now, so five more to go till I’m outta here. It’s another night looking at the movies. Each of the last two nights, watching them, I’ve been hard the whole time. Hard and leaking . . . and finally, cumming. Some of the videos are made in the club. I’ve seen myself giving head and inviting getting fucked. I clearly was loving it, too. And, watching it always makes me get even harder. I’ve been cumming multiple times as I masturbate.
Phillipe gave me quite a set of equipment, that’s for sure. Do I really want to ask him to take it away, make me like I was before? I had a formidable cock . . . but, nothing like what I got between my legs now. There’s another video of me on the floor in the club. My P.A. is anchoring me to the ring in the floor. I am clearly loving every minute of what’s happening. How could I have wanted that? And, why is it making me so aroused right now? Umm. Ummm. Faster. I’m batin’ my huge black cock faster and faster. Cumming again! Ahhh! Agghhh! Yeahh! Third time. Cum all over my chest and face. I really do love doing this.
It’s afternoon. Third day. I told the boys I felt good enough to help them clean the club. I gotta do something. Doing nothing is just too boring. As I’m cleaning, I’m thinking about being in the club chained to that ring I’m looking at. It wasn’t all that bad. It was kinda fine feeling so proud of my strong body and my big cock and balls. Damn. My free hand’s been working my dick without my even thinkin’ bout it. It’s leaking like a sieve. Nearly all the way down to the floor. I reach down and cut it off with my finger and bring it to my mouth. Love that taste. Wonder if my old cock will produce so much and so often once I have it back. Which cock do I want? Am I really considering this as a question? Of course, I know what I want. But, which cock DO I want? REALLY want?
Tony’s always the one who checks in with Phillipe in his quarters when there’s messages or anything. I told him as we finished cleaning to tell Boss (did I just think ‘Boss’?) I was well enough to work tonight if he wants me to. Tony told me he said that would be very welcomed. Did I just decide to freely do all that shit I’m remembering and been watching on the videos? What the hell.
I’m in the back room. I’m getting my cock all primed. I’m feeling excited. Boss is comin’ in from the floor and has my P.A. leash in his hand.
“Charlie, I am happy that you have decided to service the members tonight.”
“Yea, Boss. Was bored these last nights all alone. Figured, what the hell.”
“Well, I am happy to have you. The members have missed your services. They have told me.”
“So, they really missed me?”
“Oh yes – definitely, Charlie. If you were them, would you not have missed a favorite entertainment for your pleasure?”
I’m smiling and still playing with my big cock. It’s semi, leaking, and ready for our entrance.
I’m strutting in. My head’s up and back. My shoulders are square. I’m pushing my pelvis forward. I wanna show off my fine junk for all to see. Boss leads me all the way round the floor and secures my leash to the ring in the center of the floor. I just come down on my knees without thinkin’. I’m stickin’ my ass up in the air and relaxin’ my hole. I’m openin’ my mouth – my suck hole – so’s Boss’ members can be pleasured. Oh Fuck! Lovin’ this!
Next morning, now. We’ve eaten, and today I’m in the gym again. Fourth day. I’m workin’ out and playin’ grab-ass and grope cock with my brothers (brothers?). I’m havin’ fun. Thinkin’ back on last night, I realize I like what I do here. Can I leave it behind? Would I ever find brothers where I could be like this anywhere else? What the shit. I don’t wanna stay trapped here! I’m having feelings both ways. I’ve only got two days left, because on the last day, I gotta tell Boss (Boss?) what I want. Shit. How can there be any doubt. Of course, I want out.
Still the fourth day. Walkin’ into the club again. Boss leading me by my semi-hard and leakin’ cock with that gold leash. This is so hot. I always feel so proud showin’ my stuff like this. I know how fine and strong I look. All those men reachin’ for my prick and balls, slappin’ my ass, fingerin’ my hole. Lovin’ it! I’m no sooner down on the floor than some hands from a bunch o’ the members turn me over. One of ‘em’s strattlin’ my chest with his cock movin’ in between my fat lips. I grab hold of it with those lips and start suckin’. Another member’s got my heels on his shoulders to spread my cheeks and take my asshole from the front. I start buckin’ my hips up and down with his thrusts into me. Someone’s tryin’ to get my big ol’ dick in his mouth. He can only take bout 7” of it in, though. There’s another mouth kneading my balls. Ohhh! Feels so fine. Can I leave this behind?
Fifth day. Gym. Last two nights I’ve gone back to a full shift on the club floor. Made me feel proud. But, why? That can’t be. Could it be I don’t want to leave? No! I gotta get loose. Been wantin’ to escape up till Boss used his voodoo to make me get dumb. Not dumb now! Wanna get outta here. Would I wanna stay smart if I stayed? How can I even ask a question like that?? Maybe I should be “sick” again tonight.
It’s 7:15 in the evening. Why did I return to this back room of the club again? Why am I sittin’ here playin’ with my huge cock, waiting to be led onto the floor by a leash through my P.A. again? I wanna get outta this place. Part of me doesn’t. I dunno what I’m gonna do. Here comes Boss.
As we come into the room, gold leash pullin’ me by my penis, what am I feeling? Im feelin’ damn proud of my great body, my big pecs, all my tats and all my piercings. Any man would be wantin’ to be like me. Boss has hooked me into my place. I’m kneelin’ with two cocks in ma suck hole and one in each of my cock-tatted fists . . . and I think I’m about to get one in my asshole. I can feel my big boy stretchin’ tight, too. Bet it’s leakin’ like a faucet. Ummm. The cock in my ass is movin’ in and out so slow like! It’s just playin’ with my g-spot. I can’t get enough of this! I’m proud Boss (Boss?) made me so’s I can pleasure these men. I’m a natural for this with my great body and holes. Damn! Am I great, really somethin’ special! (Nah, nah. Don’t wanna think that.)
Sixth morning. We’re eating breakfast in the kitchen. Tony’s looking at me and grinning. I haven’t let on to him or the other boys that anything’s goin’ on. I’ve even kept talkin’ simple – not like a college graduate. I gotta have more time to think. I need to be “sick” again tonight to get more time alone.
“Tony,” I’m saying, “are ya gonna be makin’ yer reg’lar trip up to see Boss this mornin’?”
“Yea, Charlie – course I am. Why?”
“Well . . . will ya tell him ah’m feelin’ sick agin. Dun’t think ah can service the members tonight.”
“Ya sure, Charlie? Ya look O.K.”
“Yea – ah’m sure. Feel like shit.”
“O.K. I’ll tell Boss. Let ya know what he says.”
“Yea. Thanks, Bro.”
In the dorm now. Tony just stopped on his way up to the gym to tell me Boss said it was O.K. I’m “excused” tonight. I’ll bet Phillipe knows exactly what’s happenin’ inside my head. Last three nights I chose to go back to the club. Now, I’m cuttin’ out for tonight – the last one before I gotta tell him my decision. Damn! MY decision. I haven’t had to make one except to do what I’m told since however many years it is that I’ve been here. Gotta be at least two. MY decision. What am I gonna do? My whole life is hinging on it. This shouldn’t even be a question for me. All I’ve been waiting for has been to get out. What am I gonna do?
I’ve been lyin’ on my mattress in the dorm for hours. I can hear music from downstairs when the noise from the porn vids doesn’t cover it up. Of course, my hand’s been milkin’ my cock – my huge stiff thick veiny black cock – the whole time. Just noticed there’s a pool of pre between my legs on the rubber mattress. Lemme lick that up.
What’d I just do? Without even thinkin’ bout it, I just licked up my pre from the mattress! Could I even make it back on the “outside”? Is my body and the stuff I just do automatically now tellin’ me I gotta stay? But, if I stay . . . then this is gonna be my whole life.
Seventh day. Morning. Breakfast is just over with. We’re heading for the gym. It’s Monday, so there’s no clean-up in the club today. Here comes Tony toward me.
“Boss says he wants ya downstairs in five. Didn’t say why.”
“O.K., Bro. Thanks.”
I’m sittin’ here, waitin’ . . . and slowly strokin’ my cock ‘cause I’m nervous. Not bout what Boss might be gonna do. Nah. Not this time. Nervous bout what I’M gonna do. What am I gonna tell him? Still dunno. My whole life turns on this morning! Here he comes into the room.
“Charlie! It is the day for your decision.”
“Yea, Phillipe. It is.”
“Well? What is it?”
“I . . . I . . . I’m mixed up. I’ve been thinkin’ and thinkin’.”
“I recall you seeming very sure a week ago that it was not going to take any effort at all.”
“Was wrong.”
“You seemed to enjoy yourself just as much as usual in the club the nights you chose to be there pleasuring the men this past week.”
“Yea – you are right. I did. That’s part of why it’s so hard for me to decide. I dunno if I wanna loose that. I’m always so proud to be your boy and all. Love showin’ my junk and havin’ all the members wanna use my holes and all.” What the fuck am I saying? I’m Charles. Charles Johnston. I’m not Charlie, a dumbfuck caveman!
“You must decide, Charlie. It has to be either you are staying or you are not. I will leave here and come back in one hour. Then, I must hear your decision.”
He’s gone now. O.K. Do I like what I do in the club? Yea. A lot. Do I like the boys? Yea – they’re like brothers. I never had any siblings.
Do I like lookin’ like a caveman and bein’ all covered in sex tats? Lemme think. I’m gettin’ hard right now just thinkin’ bout the way I look . . . so, yea, I guess I do. Same when I look at the metal on my body. Definitely the same when I look at my huge black cock that’s pointin’ out straight right now just thinkin’ bout all this.
How bout being dumb? Can I be like that forever? If I decide to stay here, do I wanna remember I went to college? Do I wanna think bout how I coulda been somethin’ else? When I’ve been working out with the boys this past week – the brothers – am I proud because I’m smarter than they are? Nope, I’m not.
When I’m on the floor in the club servicing the men with my suck hole and fuck hole – am I likin’ it. Definitely! I’m lovin’ it.
Was I happier before? Do I really wanna lose all this? Nope . . . to both.
Damn. It looks like I’m gonna be a permanent fuck and suck toy for Boss’ club! I’d never have thought I’d come round so 180.
It’s taken me the hour Boss gave me, I guess, to get to this point. He’s just come into the room.
“Well, Charlie – are you ready to tell me your decision?”
“Yea, Boss. I’m ready. I wanna stay here. I wanna be your dumbfuck caveman suck and fuck toy for your club. I’m happy here. I love havin’ brothers. I like that you make my decisions – Boss.”
Boss is smilin’ real, real big.
He’s saying, “Charlie, you realize there is not going to be another chance to change what you decide today. If I use my voodoo to change you, Charles Johnston will not even remain in your memory. Nor will any of what you learned in college. You will not understand a lot of what people are saying. You will use bad English, and you will just be interested in talking about getting big, lifting weights, eating, sleeping, porn, and sex.
“You will really be that dumbfuck that your tattoo says you are. Is that what you want? Can you say that to me now?”
“Yea, Boss. Make me go back to that sexed up dumbfuck caveman. I just wanna be a diFilippo boy. Do it now, Boss, before I think more bout it and start changin’ my mind.”
“Charlie, you have surprised me. I knew you were thinking about staying when I saw how you acted on those two nights that you returned to the club to entertain the men. I did not think that you would decide to so willingly embrace the lowest place among the brothers, though. Are you certain?”
“Yea, Boss. I am. But do it now. Don’t let me start drawin’ back.”
“You realize that we will never again be able to have a conversation like we are having now. It would be beyond your comprehension. You will not be able to think in concepts beyond what is right in front of you. You will not think beyond the things I just told you. Those will be the only things you know how to talk about . . . or wish to talk about. You will not be able to read or write. Your I.Q. will be about an 80. That will be dumber than you were before I gave you this week to make your decision. Your way of speaking will be even worse than it was then. Do you want that, Charlie?”
“Look at my cock, Boss. As you’ve been talkin’ I just cummed without doing more than just fingering it and playin with it like I always do anyway. My body says yes. And, if I were too smart, I might get bored with my job or get bothered, wanting to ask questions. Being dumb, I’ll be happy just doin’ what you tell me, Boss.”
“So, Charlie, you think that is your decision, then?”
“Yea, Boss. It is.”
“What about Charles Johnston?”
“Charles Johnston is gone, Boss. He doesn’t exist anymore. I know I can never go back to bein’ him. Like I said, I wanna be the dumbfuck caveman, Charlie diFilippo.”
“Very well, then. I will ask you three times to tell me what you want: What do you want for your future, Charlie?”
“I want to be a dumb fuck and suck toy in your club, Boss”
“What do you want for your future, Charlie?”
“I want to be a dumb fuck and suck toy in your club, Boss.”
“What do you want for your future, Charlie?”
“I want to be a big dumbfuck caveman fuck and suck toy to please you and the men in your club, Boss. I really, really do!”
“Then, so shall it be, Charlie. Kneel down in front of me.”
I do as I’m told. Boss is startin’ to chant. He’s puttin’ his hands on my head. I’m feelin’ hot and getting’ kinda dizzy. I’m fallin’ forward toward Boss. I . . . I . . .I . . . .
“Charlie. Charlie.”
“Wha . . . wha the fuck? Why’m ah on the floor?”
“I helped you lie down there when you passed out in my lap.”
“Passed out? Oh, yea. Guess so.”
“Can you sit up, Charlie?”
“Lemme see. Yea. Guess so. Ah’m jus dizzy like.”
“It will pass quickly, Charlie. When you can sit up, we will talk.”
“Yea, Boss. Jus a sec.”
“That is good, Charlie. You seem better now.”
“Yea, Boss. Not dizzy no more.”
“I see you are playing with your cock. Is that fun?”
“Sure, Boss. Ah luv ma big thick cock. Ah play with it all the time.”
“Charlie, do you know your last name?”
“Ma last name. Ahh, ahh. Oh, yea. It’s diFilippo. Right, Boss?”
“Yes, Charlie. That is right. Where are we right now, Charlie?”
“Ahh. Wer down in the room under yer club, Boss.”
“Correct. Do you know anyone named Charles Johnston, Charlie?”
“Ahh, ahh. Lemme think. Tryin’ to think. Charls Johnsn. Ahh. No, Boss. Dun’t know ‘im.”
“Do you work? Do you have a job, Charlie?”
“Sure, Boss. Ya know ah do. Ah work in yer club.”
“What do you do there?”
“Ah do what ya tell me. Ah let the men use ma holes with their dicks, Boss.”
“And, do you like your work, Charlie?”
“Fuckin’ do, Boss!”
“Tell me about it.”
“Ah come in the room all proud like. Ah walk round ‘n the men wanna touch ma junk an ma ass. They wan me to suck dick ‘n’ put ‘em up ma asshole.”
“Where do you live?”
“Boss – ya know ah live here wid ma bros. Why ya askin’ me all this shit?”
“I am just making sure that you are all right after you passed out.”
“Boss, kin ah as’ ya somethin’ too?
“Certainly. What is it?”
“Kin ah suk yer big cock?”
“That sounds like a very good idea, Charlie. Kneel down.”
Ah’m down on the floor front o’ Boss’ big, black cock. Ah’m playin’ wid it, gittin’ it all hard like for ma suk hole. O.K. Got ma big lips round it. Ah’m startin’ to suk ‘im gud. Ah’m likkin ‘is fine pole wid ma huge ol’ tongue. Ah’m already droolin’. Ah kin feel ‘is big cock veins when ma tongue liks ‘em. Ah’ll work ‘im real gud. Wan ‘im to feel real happy. Ah’m a gud cock sukker! Ah’ll jus keep up doin’ this real strong like till Boss cums down ma throat. Ah wan ‘is jizz goin’ down in me.
“Charlie, you spent fifteen minutes giving me great pleasure. You are very expert at what you do to a man’s cock with your mouth.”
“Yea. Ah got a gud big suk hole ‘n ma teeth are gone so’s to make it better fer the cocks, too! Thanks, Boss.”
“Charlie, go back up to the gym now and work out with your brothers. You like your brothers, do you not, Charlie?”
“Luv ‘em Boss. Ther ma famly . . . after you, Boss. Ya own me, Boss.”
“Yes. You ARE my property now, Charlie.”
Dunno how long ah been workin’ in Boss’ club. A while. Not gud wid numbers. Ah luv bein’ there ev’ry night. ‘Cept Mondays. Ah git to suk ‘n’ ma ass is always filled wid a big ol’ cock. Sometimes Boss leads me in wid a chain hooked to ma cock. Sometimes he’s got me on a board wid wheels wid ma hands all tied to it ‘n’ ma legs, too. The men jus roll me round to who wants t’ fuck ma ass or who wants to piss or git blowed or rimmed. Ah suk really smooth cuz o’ ma teeth bein’ gone. Boss had ‘em taken out so’s ah cud do ma job gud. Other times Boss tells me to walk up a ramp t’ the bar ‘n’ to bate ma huge thick cock fer ev’ryone to watch. That makes ‘em all start doin’ the same thing wid theirs. Makes me feel like ah’m some kinda special band leader or somethin’. Lookin’ down from the bar at ‘em wid all their cocks swole up big, some of ‘em reachin’ over to each other to trade hands on dick. Then, ah climb down ‘n’ start in to doin’ ma job. Boss says ah’m in charge of enter . . .entert . . . makin’ the men happy. Makes me happy, too.
Ah’m in our sleepin’ room now. Jus sittin’ here on ma bed watchin’ vids of guys ‘n’ playin’ wid ma cock like always – when ah’m not doin’ somethin’ that Boss tells me to do. Pretty quick we’ll go down ‘n’ clean the club fer tonight. Ma bros are comin’ in.
Tony says to me, “Hey Dumbfuck – why’d ya turn on the movies? Ya know we got work to do.”
“Ah know, Bro. Jus wanted to see ‘em fuckin’s all. Sorry, Tony.”
“I know. Ya gotta have somethin’ to fill that big mind o’ yours.”
“Dunno bout big mind . . . but ah got the biggest cock! Ha ha ha.”
“You do, you do. But, your brain just gets littler and littler, Caveman.”
“Ya dun’t like me no more, Tony?”
“Sure I do, Charlie. Just sayin’ . . . ever since last time Boss took ya down to the room seems like ya have more and more trouble thinkin’, that’s all.”
“Yea – maybe. Dunno. Dudn’t make no difference to me no way. All’s ah gotta do is suk gud ‘n’ take dick up ma ass. Ya wanna fuck me, Tony?”
“Well – guess we got a few before we gotta start downstairs. Why not? Lay down on the floor facin’ me.”
Ah do like he says. Ah put ma legs up over his shoulders ‘n’ watch him make ‘is pole all big. Ah’m hard already jus waitin’ fer him. He’s aimin’ ‘is dick at ma hole. Oh, yea. He’s comin’ in. Ah got gud control round ma hole. Ah grab hold o’ ‘is pole wid ma insides ‘n’ start pullin’ ‘im in. He’s pushin’, too. Umm, umm – Tony knows how to work ma g-spot. He goes back ‘n’ forth, back ‘n’ forth over it. Ummm. Ummmmm.
“Caveman, we don’t have a lotta time, so I’m gonna speed this up.”
Yea. He’s goin’ faster now. Ah feel ‘is pubes up on ma smooth taint when he comes in. He’s thick. Pretty long, too. Tony’s a gud fucker. He’s gonna cum. Ah’m pumpin’ ma cock, too. Ahhh, ahhh . . . ah’m cummin’, too.
We’re headin’ downstairs. Ah got ma cum all over ma big pecs ‘n’ Tony’s jizz is drippin’ down ma legs. Ah love ma bros. Ah got it gud here at Boss’ club.
End
