Justin's Journey

Paying a Debt

In the days following Jake’s ban from the gay bar and Charlie’s pause on the house privileges, my sexual tension started building up. I didn’t realize how accustomed my body had become to getting constant sexual pleasure.

I was horny all the time and it was killing me that I couldn’t play with Jake or Caleb. But especially Jake. The only thing that seemed to help was my work schedule. My company reopened their offices so I used the change of scenery to keep my mind clean. I socialized and stayed busy, avoiding sexual thoughts and urges until I was in the car headed home.

It had only been half a week since the night at the bar, but time was moving slow. Charlie was back home from work and he decided he was going to head up to the bar to pay our tab from the weekend, and to make a plea for the removal of Jake’s ban.

Charlie didn’t tell me about any plans he may have had, but I assumed I’d be a part of the deal. I imagined Scott, the owner and manager of the bar, would be more interested in sexual favors than money.

Sure enough, Charlie came home with good news.

“The root of the problem is also the key to our solution. Jake, tell Justin thank you, he just got you unbanned”

Jake looked at me with me a concerned face.

“Thanks”

I didn’t like being called the root of the problem but I couldn’t argue. After all, I was the one that told Jake about what Nathan did. I basically provoked Jake to attack him. And then I sat and watched the whole thing happen. It was my fault.

Caleb was intrigued and spoke up.

“What exactly was the deal?”

“Don’t worry about it. Payment isn’t until Saturday night. None of us are involved. But Scott was so happy that he even waved our tab from the weekend”

I started thinking about the possibilities. Obviously it was something really good for Scott, since he was willing to forgive a near $200 debt. I was curious, scared, and excited. My arousal and build up of sexual frustration from the week would finally (hopefully) have a release.

Saturday night rolled around and Riley and Corey got to the house. Things were back to normal it seemed. Without Nathan around, all the guys were joking around like they would any other Saturday night. It made me happy to see all the guys together after what happened. And it was even better to finally be rid of Nathan.

Charlie told me what to wear. A crop top and ripped jean shorts with a jockstrap underneath. Long socks and high top sneakers. I felt cute and a little slutty, which is probably what Charlie was going for.

“When we get to the bar, go find Scott. He has something for you”

I had my marching orders. We got to the bar and we noticed a sign on the door.

“Look babe, they even have a sign up in your honor”

I read the sign to myself before entering.

“Private event tonight. Bar will be closing one hour early” and then the day’s date below it.

We walked in and as I passed coat check, I locked eyes with Kevin behind the bar. He gave me an evil grin. He was obviously aware of Scott’s deal. I walked up to him and asked where Scott was. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder so I headed to the back room. By this point, I was very familiar with where Scott’s little office was so I went to find him.

“Hey Scott, Charlie said I should come find you”

“Justin! Yeah, I have a gift for you”

He reached over and picked up a bundle of leather straps on his desk. He untangled it and held it up. It was a harness. Black leather with silver studs.

“Oh wow. Thanks! Should I put it on now?”

“Yeah let’s put it on under your shirt”

I took off my crop top and Scott helped me fasten the harness. It was tight around my shoulders and had a handle on the back. I put my shirt back on to cover it.

“I like it! Thanks Scott! Did you need anything else?”

I half expected him to bend me over his desk right then and there, but he just looked at me blankly.

“Nope that’s all. Thanks”

I was actually kind of bummed when he dismissed me. He seemed indifferent towards me. I was a bit confused but I walked back to the bar to show the guys my new accessory.

The rest of the night at the bar went by quickly, even considering we lost an hour of time from the bar closing early. I danced a lot with Caleb and had a really good night. When 1am rolled around, the DJ made the announcement for everyone to leave because the private event was starting.

I noticed the bouncer, Chris, move over towards the stage section of the club, where they have an area for the drag performers. A small crowd began to form around him.

“Babe, we’re out. See you at home. Have fun”

Charlie pecked me on the cheek and left with Jake and Caleb. I turned around to find Scott right behind me.

“You ready for your end of the bargain? We’re making you a star tonight! I was happy to see you have fun on the dance floor. I want you to do that again, but on stage!”

I looked over to see a queue forming and people handing tickets to the bouncer before taking a seat in front of the stage. All of them were older men.

“Hope you don’t mind. You’re gonna give us a little strip show. I made it known to a lot of our loyal patrons tonight that there was a special show after close and all they had to do was buy a ticket”

Of course Scott found a way to make money off of me. No wonder he forgave our tab. He took me around to the back hallway and behind the small stage. He sat me at the back of the curtain and said to wait there until he called me out.

The lights changed and the music died down a bit. I heard Scott on the microphone.

“Thank you all for coming to our special event. I promise you’ll all get your money’s worth. If you bought a ticket for the performance, please sit down and enjoy the show”

The music started up.

“Gentlemen, your hot little twink of the evening, Justin!”

I heard applause but couldn’t quite make out an estimate of the number of people. But it didn’t matter, my time was here.

I stepped through the curtain and lights shined down on me. I heard the music start so I just did what I thought Scott would want me to do. I start dancing. I tried to do what I’d seen in drag shows. I did some sexual movements, but also tried to add some comedic stuff in there. The crowd seemed amused but I knew I’d have to do more to keep their attention so I looked out and decided to go find someone in the front row for a lap dance.

I looked against the light and I was barely able to see faces. I kind of recognized a few, but most were just random men from the club that night. The youngest one there had to be no younger than forty. I could also see the bouncer in the back, closing all the blinds and curtains on the windows.

I began counting heads while I danced. Of the men in chairs, I counted thirteen. Which wasn’t a whole lot for a show but I considered it substantial for my debut.

I found the best looking daddy in the front row and mounted him. I gyrated my hips on him and leaned forward to kiss his neck. I got a couple cheers.

I hopped off him and walked towards the other side. While dancing, I slid my crop top off and threw it at a guys face. I got a round of applause at the reveal of my new harness. I found another man and sat on his lap. I kicked a leg up and set my foot on the shoulder of the guy next to him and leaned back. I sprawled out across three guys, my head in the lap of the third one. The middle guy shoved a dollar bill in my pants.

I walked back up to middle stage and dropped my ass down, balancing on my toes. I arched my back and slowly stood back up, moving to the beat. I pulled my shorts down a little on the back to give the men a peek of my ass. Another cheer.

This went on for another ten minutes or so and I was honestly having a blast. I got a bunch of dollar bills handed to me or stuffed in my waistband. I was the center of attention and all the men had beaming smiles.

At the end of my long performance number, the music died down and the lights shifted. Scott joined me on stage.

“Wasn’t that amazing?! Let’s hear it for him”

An applause erupted. I smiled big and took my bow. Scott sat on the stage stairs and patted next to him on the step.

“Have a seat”

I sat down on the steps and we were just barely above eye level with the crowd. It felt much more intimate. Like a little group meeting. Scott spoke in a normal voice.

“That’s it for the performance part of the event. If you’d like to stay for the meet and breed, remember it’s an extra $300. Chris can take your money”

The bouncer appeared and all the men rose to their feet, walking towards him with cash in hand. I beamed at Scott.

“What, you thought you were just gonna dance? Come on, these men are paying good money. Give them what they want”

Scott stood up and grabbed me by the handle on my harness. He dragged me back to the center of the stage and held me there. I sat on the ground uncomfortably, still in his grip.

The first man approached the stage having paid his dues. He looked about mid fifties and had pretty good muscle tone. The guy after him was probably twice his weight and maybe a little older. They both unzipped their pants and shoved their dicks in my face as Scott released my handle and walked away.

The lights dimmed to near darkness on the stage and the area got more crowded and chaotic. I felt hands all over me. I was yanked in different directions, men whipping out their cocks in my face. I felt like a rag doll. A cock in each hand and two in front of my face to move my mouth between. I could barely make out the figures of other men, standing around stroking themselves, waiting for their turn.

I sucked as best I could for just a couple minutes before my whole body was pulled back by the handle on my harness. One of the men had pulled me away from all the others and thrown me to the back of the stage near the curtain and before I could do anything, he started pulling my shorts down. He got me to my knees, spit in his hand, and wiped it on his cock. He forced his way into my hole. He was eager to be the first one to use it.

As I steadied myself, another man appeared in front of me with his back touching the curtain. He forced himself into my mouth while more men crowded around him. I tried to get my hands going as well, to occupy as many of the men as I could.

I was flipped into all sorts of positions and tossed around from man to man. Most of them handing me off without even finishing, hoping to last longer.

I felt and tasted a variety of dicks. Different lengths and girths. I couldn’t keep track of all the different men. I had no idea which ones I’d already taken and which were new.

Some of the men were aggressive, some were timid, but almost all of them were verbal. They joined in on the group commentary.

“Fuck yeah boy, take this dick”

“Swallow, faggot”

“Let me take a turn in his ass”

“Fuck him harder!”

“Suck it clean, bitch”

“Quit squirming, boy”

“You ready for another load?”

“Let me in him, I’m about to cum”

As the gangbang continued I started to do the math in my head. I had no idea how much Scott charged for the performance tickets, but he got $300 a piece for the meet and breed and there were thirteen guys. He was making almost four grand just for supplying the place. I also thought about how this was probably his selling point for the event tonight. I could picture him walking around to every man in the place and saying “If you wanna stick around after close we have a little twink for you to fuck. Just buy a ticket”.

I had been gangbanged before, but never by a group of all daddies. And never by men that didn’t wait their turn. These guys were basically fighting over me. I felt hands yanking on almost all parts of my body. The second one dick left my hole, hand, or mouth, another one would appear.

I was on my knees for a while but then got flipped over onto my back. At one point, I got sat in a seat, with my legs raised up and thrown over a man’s shoulders. He was on his knees in front of the chair. Another guy got up, putting his feet on the two chairs next to me, and face fucked me while standing up on the chairs.

None of the surfaces were comfortable. These men flipped me around all over, bending my legs into different arrangements, and taking turns sliding their raw cocks in my hole. I looked over to see Kevin and Scott watching. Scott had his arms crossed and Kevin was squeezing his junk. Both looked very entertained.

At one point I was on the floor on my back with a man fucking me when another one sat on the floor next to my head and slid himself down my throat. A third guy mounted me, a knee on either side of me and between the two guys at my ends. He put his weight down on my ribs and jacked off, eventually spewing ropes of cum onto my chin, neck, and chest. All while my throat was still occupied.

As the loads came pouring out and more men were finished using me, others took their place. I continued to get jerked around, slapped, choked, and gagged. Part of me loved it but another part of me felt overstimulated. Plus, I thought of what STDs I could catch from this. There were so many men and I didn’t know any of them.

After almost two hours of being abused, I finally had only two men left. One mounting me from behind and using my handle to ride me. The other was in front of me, watching in amusement as my head bobbed on his dick from the riding motions.

The guy behind me shot his load, adding another to the messy mixture of cum that was forming in and around my hole. I felt it trickling out of me, down my ballsack, and dripping onto the floor. Finally, I only had one man left.

“Alright Chris, go ahead”

I heard Scott sick the bouncer on me. The large man got right up behind me and took the place of the last man. He whipped out his cock and slid it in with ease and just like that, the remaining number was back up to two.

Chris was fresh and had lots of energy. He was big man and it felt like he was trying his hardest to break me. He grabbed me anywhere he could get a good grip to make sure he fucked me hard. The man in front of me enjoyed the show and eventually shot his load.

Most of it got in my mouth. I swallowed, feeling like I might be full soon. The man used his thumb to wipe off the missed drops from my face and fed it to me. Then he gave me a couple little pats on the cheek and walked away.

Another few minutes went by and Chris finally drained his balls in me. I had finally been used and abused by all fourteen men. I sat there on my hands and knees on the stage as the bouncer tucked his dick back in his pants and walked away. I was out of breath and could barely talk. My hole was flooded, my chest had cum on it, and I could taste the collective loads of all the men that force fed me.

“Are we all good?”

I looked to Scott for clarification that the debt was settled.

“Not quite. Just because we don’t pay, doesn’t mean Kevin and I don’t wanna take a turn”

I couldn’t believe it. How could that not be enough to unban Jake for throwing two quick punches? I just let fourteen men slap me around and fuck my brains out. I was sore and covered in cum.

“We’ve had to sit here and wait on you anyway, it’s the least you could do”

Kevin grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the stage. They dragged me over to the other side of the bar and threw me on a table.

“I’ll take his throat. It’s cleaner”

They spun me around to where my head hung off one side of the table and I was staring at Scott’s upside down crotch. On the other side, Kevin lifted my legs and exposed my hole that rested conveniently at the other edge of the table.

They both proceeded to drop their pants and bulldoze their way into me, acting as opposite forces. I felt like I was going to get crushed or broke in half.

By that point, my hole was so loose and slippery that Kevin might as well have put a fleshlight in there and fucked that instead.

On my other end, I felt blood rushing to my head as Scott’s balls smacked into my forehead repeatedly. I thought my neck might break from the force and the angle. He was really doing a number on my throat. Though the sounds of them wrecking me, I heard Scott speak to Kevin.

“I can’t see why any of the guys threw a punch over him. What’s there to fight over? You barely have to force a fuck with this one”

“Right? Cheapest little cumdump in the whole city. Every guy in the club has raped his little ass”

Scott grunted and leaned forward to put both of his hands on the table. He spewed shots of cum down my throat. I thought he’d pull away to let me breathe but decided to stay in my throat a while longer because it felt good. He stayed mostly hard, but he was just focusing on holding me still for Kevin. I struggled to keep my airway open through my nose. About two minutes of suffering later, Kevin gave me my final load. He pressed down hard on my legs, making my knees touch my chest. I couldn’t even feel him finish, most of my sensation was gone.

Scott pulled out of my throat and I took a deep breath and gave myself a sigh of relief. Sixteen men. I had stayed here two and a half hours past closing for sixteen men to gangbang me and empty their balls in me.

I couldn’t recall hardly any of their faces and I had no idea who went more than once. I had no way of knowing what my final load count was for the night.

As Kevin pulled out, I could hear a glob of cum follow his cock out of me and splat on the floor, adding to the puddle that was no doubt forming over the last 5 minutes.

“I’m not cleaning this shit up. You do it”

He pulled me off the table by my legs.

“Clean me off first”

He grabbed my head and forced it onto his cock and then moved my mouth all around his pubes, balls, and groin area. I slurped up all the cum that had splashed onto him during the pounding. It wasn’t too bad at this point since all I could taste was cock and cum. Then he forced my head to the floor.

“Lick it up boy”

I began to slurp the mixture of cum off the dirty club floor. Be rubbed my face on the ground and I stuck my tongue out to lick it clean, as commanded.

I sat up and Scott came back. He threw my shirt and shorts at me.

“Alright now get the fuck out, I wanna go home”

“Yeah, we’ll see that hole next week and it better be clean and tight”

I put my shirt and pants on as quickly as I could. I felt my shirt stick to the cum on my chest and my pants got wet almost as soon as I put them on. In the meantime, Scott pulled the dollar bills out that were still tucked in the band of my jockstrap. It seemed even the tips were part of his commission.

My pants were ripped almost completely down the side from the aggression used to remove them. But luckily my phone was still inside the pocket. I sat outside the club waiting for fifteen minutes and finally got my Uber home.

I walked in the house and Jake was sitting on the couch watching tv. He immediately turned it off and stood up.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah I think so”

“Good. I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight”

“Goodnight”

He had waited up for me to make sure I got home safe. I smiled and went to the shower. As I washed off, my whole body ached. I could get I would get a few bruises from the night. My hole felt more stretched and sloppy than it did at the end of the Super Bowl party.

I played with it while I jacked off. It was a weird sensation to feel it like that. I could easily get four fingers in me. I played around and then pulled my fingers out and they were covered in cum. Even after all that dripped out and soaked into my shorts, apparently there was still more in there. I looked at my fingers for a second and then brought them to my mouth. I sucked the slimy mess off of them while I continued to jack off. I thought about all the daddies that had used me earlier as I tasted their cum. Maybe it was gross, but it was also every bottoms dream. I had sixteen men toss me around and breed me. Almost all strangers. It was so hot.

I even thought about Nathan and the other guy from the bathroom the weekend before. I had gotten such a reputation as whore that men just forced themselves on me like they had every right to my hole. I loved feeling so cheap and used.

I blew my load in the shower. To the thought of having all those men take their turns again. I knew it was risky and unsafe, but I loved getting all the attention and pleasure. I definitely planned to keep up with my reputation.

I sat in bliss in the shower for a while and let the water wash all the cum off my body. Then I cleaned myself thoroughly and went straight to bed.

The next day, no one asked anything further about my night. We went on with our lives. I would relive the night in my head and get so turned on. But I knew it would be a long time before anything like that happened again. Charlie was keeping me to himself. I wasn’t really the houseboy anymore. It almost made me feel like I needed to pay rent.

More and more time went on. My duties were strictly for Charlie, Kevin, and Scott at this point. Still no fun with the friend group, with the exception of birthdays.

On Corey’s birthday, I went to his house for the day. Riley, Corey, and I all played video games. We sat around naked and they’d take turns on me between matches. I guess despite the new rules, I was still a birthday gift for the guys. Which I was grateful for.

I was also still a toy for Kevin. Even on weeks that we didn’t go out for drinks, Charlie would still make me catch an Uber up to the bar at closing time on Saturday’s. He wanted to stay in their good graces. So Kevin still had me every Saturday. Scott would be gone by the time I got there which kinda bummed me out. He was one of my favorites so I kind of missed him on those weeks. I much preferred him to Kevin.

During the weeks, especially when Charlie was gone, I was beside myself with sexual frustration. I wanted to play so bad. I was definitely not living up to my reputation anymore, thanks to Charlie.

In a moment of weakness, I downloaded Grindr again. I kept my profile blank because I didn’t know if any of the guys were on it and I needed to be stealthy.

I exchanged pics with several guys, determined to find the nicest dick I could. My hole needed it. But I had to do it during the work day so none of the guys would notice.

I got several unimpressive pics so I ignored their messages and kept my search going.

Finally, another blank profile messaged me with just a dick pic. It looked big, thick, and heavy. I knew I wanted it. He sent another picture of his dick and neither of them included much of his body but I didn’t really care. I saw the important part of what I was working with.

He wasn’t much for conversation. We exchanged pictures first and then he spoke words.

“Nice body. Looking?”

I knew I couldn’t risk catching anything if I didn’t want Charlie to find out. So I’d have to use a condom. But I also wanted to see if I could make a little extra money. After the bar, I kind of got a thrill from being paid for sex. I responded to the guy.

“Yeah. I can suck you off. And for $50, you can fuck me. But I only do safe”

“I’ll bring the cash and a rubber”

I couldn’t believe it. He was going to pay me $50 and not even bareback me? He must have been desperate.

“I can’t host”

“Oh. Me either”

“Damn”

Just like that, I lost hope. A few minutes passed and then he messaged again.

“You’re close”

“Yeah we’re less than a mile”

“Meet at the park?”

I had never done anything in that kind of setting. But I figured it was the middle of the day so there couldn’t be many people there.

“Ok sure. Give me some time to get ready?”

“Ok. I’ll send pin when I’m there”

I went to shower and prep. I checked my phone and he had just sent me a pin a couple minutes before. It looked like it was in the corner of the park by a wooded area.

“I’ll head out now”

“I’m waiting”

I told Caleb I was going for a walk which wasn’t totally out of the ordinary. I didn’t do it often but sometimes I’d go catch some fresh air.

I walked quickly to the park and followed the pin on my phone like a tracker. As I approached, I saw him in the distance. There was a little enclave with woods all around it and a big green transformer box mounted to a concrete slab on the ground. I got closer and I was able to see more of him.

He was wearing dirty boots, ripped jeans, and a tshirt. He had black stains on the pants and shirt. He must have been a mechanic or something. He was about my height and had a typical dad bod which I was very attracted to. His beard was scraggly and he had rough meaty hands. Just a dirty blue collar man, needing a release.

As I walked up to him, he looked around for other pedestrians. He stepped behind the green box and started to undo his pants.

“Hey”

“Here you go. Suck it first”

Right to business. He whipped it out and it was exactly what I’d hoped for. Hung and heavy. I got down on my knees behind the cover of the box and got to work. He smelled like smoke and had terrible hygiene but I didn’t care at this point. He also made guttural grunting noises as I sucked him off. But at least the size was good. He felt great in my mouth.

A couple times he pushed my head off of him and turned to act normal. I assumed that meant someone was looking at him from afar. But he would just wait twenty seconds or so and then shove his cock in my face again. He didn’t speak at all.

I knew I couldn’t be gone for too long so I suggested we move on.

“You wanna fuck me now?”

“Ok”

He pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripped it open, and rolled it down his shaft. I pulled my pants down just past my asscheeks. I had already lubed up my hole before my walk so I was ready to take him.

He handed me a fifty dollar bill and then bent me over the transformer box and grabbed a handful of my shirt. He push it up revealing my lower back, but kept a hold of it as a handle.

He forced himself in and began to fuck me. He felt amazing in my hole. I thought to myself I was happy I had decided to go on my little exhibition.

I crossed my arms on the metal box and rested my forehead on them. Partly to relax and enjoy the experience, but also to keep my head down and make our act less noticeable to passerby’s.

Time went on and I was enjoying the stretching of my hole. By the grunts and slaps on my ass, I understood he was enjoying it too.

Suddenly he halted his movement and stayed still. I heard a voice.

“What’s going on here?”

I looked up to see a cop approaching us from the side near the tree line.

“Fuck”

I was terrified. The officer got closer and the man didn’t even pull out of me, he just stood there frozen.

“You know this is a public park, don’t you?”

I looked back at the man hoping he’d snap out of it and retreat from my insides.

“Wait a second. Look who it is”

I look up at the officer and he’s is staring at me. He removed his sunglasses and then it clicked. I knew him. It was the guy from the bar. The one Nathan sent into the bathroom.

“Is the little whore still working hard?”

He looked at the fifty dollar bill still clutched in my hand and then he looked up at the man behind me.

“Don’t worry man, you’re not in trouble. You already paid him, might as well put a load in him”

The man remained still. The officer pulled out his phone.

“I’m not fucking joking man. You put a load in his ass and let me record it and then I’ll let you go. I won’t show your face, just his”

“You’re serious? For real?”

“Hell yeah. This little bitch loves it. I’ll take a turn when you’re done”

I was exhilarated but scared at the same time. The cop started the recording on his phone and I felt the man pull out of me. I heard the stretch and pop of latex before feeling him lay the condom across my lower back.

He thrusted back into me, suddenly energized by the bareback feeling of breeding my hole. He fucked me harder and harder as the cop walked around us to record it, keeping the camera pointed down at me and away from the man’s face, as promised. He was sure to capture a shot of the money in my hand.

“This whores going rate is fifty bucks. That’s all it takes to ride him raw and dump a fucking load in him”

He narrated his film while I continued to get railed.

“Looks like he’s even willing to come take loads from strangers at the local park. I wonder, does your daddy know you’re here?”

He saw the panicked look on my face and knew my answer. He got a shot of the park in the distance to make sure the location was recognizable.

“I can only imagine how many men have fucked that hole. You have any idea?”

He put the phone right in front of my face but I remained silent.

“Of course not, you’ve lost count too”

The man behind me finally finished. He squeezed my asscheeks hard with his rough hands while he pumped his seed in me.

“The bitch gets his load”

The cop seemed to turn off the recording and put his phone away. As the man behind me pulled out, the cop took off his utility belt and laid it on the ground.

Having got what he came for, the first man pulled his pants up and walked away at a brisk pace. He glanced back a couple times but he looked relieved.

The cop took his place behind me, grabbing both my hands and pulling them behind my back. I heard the jingle of his handcuffs and then he clasped them on my wrists. He snatched the fifty dollar bill from my hand.

“I’ll take that. Cheap little faggots like you don’t get paid”

He slammed my head down onto the metal box and commanded me to stay still. He unzipped his pants, whipped out his cock, and immediately pressed himself balls deep into me. I stood upright, just as a physical reaction. He held the handcuffs with one hand and grappled the other one around my throat, squeezing tight.

“You little bitch. I knew I’d see you again. And I even got my money back”

He continued to clap his body against mine.

“So who’s your real daddy, huh? Because that Nathan kid fuckin’ lied to me”

He released my throat and slapped the side of my face.

“Huh? I paid fifty bucks to that shithead and then find out he’s not even the one whoring you out”

“Please sir, you don’t -”

I thought I might attempt to explain the circumstances of our last encounter. But I was cut off my another slap to the side of my face.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. Don’t speak, just arch your back and take it”

I followed his request.

“I decided I don’t care who your fuckin’ daddy is. I’ll fuck you when I want. For free”

He reached around and squeezed my balls just to watch me squirm.

“You’re such an easy fucking slut”

He slapped my ass hard. I found myself having an internal conflict again. This guy was just as bad as Nathan with the abuse. But he felt amazing at the same time. My brain and body were not agreeing on the experience.

“I bet your insides are just painted white, huh? You fucking faggot”

He wrapped both hands around my neck and squeezed. I could feel myself getting light headed. My vision went hazy and my eyes began to close before he slapped me again, this time harder. I was brought back to reality.

“Don’t go to sleep, bitch. You stay awake for this”

He went on for another five minutes or so, fucking the previous load out of me and finding more ways to call me a cheap slut.

He slapped me several times and choked me harder than any man had before. I wondered if I’d have marks on my neck afterwards.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he finished. He pulled my hair, bending my head back as far as it could go. I felt him release inside me.

After he filled my ass with his load, he unlocked the handcuffs, threw me to the ground, and refastened his utility belt to his waist.

“What’s your name?”

I stayed quiet, which only seemed to make him angrier. He got down and sat on top of me, wrapping both his hands around my throat.

“I said what’s your FUCKIN’ name?”

“Justin”

“Last name”

I told him. I should have given him a fake name but I was in shock from the attack and I wasn’t thinking straight. I thought he might choke the life out of me.

He called in on his walkie talkie and spoke some lingo to the lady on the other side. She replied with my address.

My eyes widened. He repeated it back to me.

“Now I know where to find you. And I bet I could track down your ‘daddy’ too. So unless you want this video to wind up in his hands… or in court… I suggest you do as I say”

My mind was racing. I immediately thought of all the scenarios. If Charlie found out, he would break up with me. And the guys could be mad at me for it. And if this fucker gave the video to his police buddies, I bet they wouldn’t even care that his voice was in it. I could get charged for public indecency, or even prostitution. I was so scared, I simply nodded my head at him.

“Every week on this same day and time you’ll show up here. You’ll not bring anyone with you and you’ll not tell anyone about it. You’ll simply show up, take my dick, and leave. Like the good little fucking whore you are. Ok?”

I nodded again.

“Now get the fuck out of here”

I pulled up my pants and ran home. When I got inside, I tried to stay quiet as I didn’t want Caleb asking questions about my walk. I deleted Grindr immediately.

I logged back on to my work computer and set up a recurring meeting for myself. Every week at the same time, I put an hour break in my schedule to follow the cops command and meet him at the park. What had I gotten myself into…

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Next Chapter:

Underground Whore

I keep my secret about the cop and I follow his rules. I later find out that he had more in store for me than a simple park play date.