Justin's Journey

Underground Whore

Exactly one week had passed since my encounter with the cop at the park. It was just an hour or so before I had to meet him again. I was terrified, but hoping for the best. I had tried to change my perspective. Even though Charlie would kill me if he found out, perhaps this would be what I was looking for. Something to satisfy me.

I prepped my hole and showered. I put on a jockstrap, tshirt, and sweatpants. I figured they were easier to pull down. I added some lube to my hole before I left.

I walked out of the house and made my way to the park. When I got to the meeting spot, he wasn’t there. I jumped up to sit on the green transformer box and wait for him. Seconds later, he appeared.

“Smart boy. Doing as you’re told”

I got off the box as he got close to me. He was in uniform but he didn’t have his belt on. His badge was also missing from his vest. He put a hand to my throat.

“Give me your phone”

“What?”

“Your phone, faggot. Give me your phone”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. He checked it, presumably to make sure I wasn’t recording anything. Then he chucked it into a pile of leaves probably twenty feet away. I resigned to the fact that it could be broken.

“On your knees”

He had a sinister grin on his face. I’d seen it before. I knelt down and he smacked the side of my face.

“Get to work boy”

I unbuckled his pants and whipped out his dick. It was soft, but still decently big. I was actually kind of excited from the memory of how he felt last time.

I got to work sucking him and I could feel his cock stiffen in my mouth.

“Good little faggot”

He gave me another light smack on the side of my face. He seemed to enjoy my service pretty well and I was hopeful things would continue as they were. If this is how each week would go, I could totally do this. But of course, things never went as I wanted them to.

He pressed both palms to the sides of my head and began to be more forceful. He was ramming into the back of my throat and I began to make gagging noises. He seemed to be excited by my struggling.

He pushed me off of him and I fell backwards, landing on my ass and hitting my back on the green transformer box. I looked back up at him and he had a determined frown on his face.

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours”

He stepped towards me placed both of his hands on the metal box. He plunged his cock into my throat and began to thrust repeatedly into my face. I pressed the back of my head against the box so his thrust wouldn’t give me a concussion.

Trapped between him and the box, I put my hands on his thighs and pushed lightly to cushion the blows. He leaned back and gave me a hard smack.

“Don’t push me faggot, just take it”

He plunged forward again. I could feel my face turning red and my sinuses going crazy. I didn’t know how much longer I could do it. I heard the gagging and slurping noises coming from my own mouth and I wondered if they could be heard from afar.

The park was pretty big and we were over in the corner of it. But I hoped the sound of him destroying my throat would carry across to anyone within earshot. Perhaps someone could intervene.

Suddenly he pressed into me, holding himself still. The back of my head was being crushed against the box while my face was squished against his body. My nose felt like it might break as his pubes pressed hard on it. I was sure that I was about to get a load shot down my throat. Seconds passed and nothing. He simply grunted.

“God damnit that’s good”

He pulled out of my mouth and I gasped for air. I collapsed on the ground trying to catch my breath. He reached down and pulled me up by my neck.

“You want me to fuck your other hole, boy? Beg for it”

I was desperate to get out of there but I knew if I didn’t do what he wanted, he could hurt me. I looked him in the eyes.

“Please sir. Please fuck me”

He gave me another hard smack.

“I don’t think you’re worthy. You’re just a cheap slut”

He was really going to make me work for it.

“Please sir, I want your cock so bad. Please fuck me”

I scooted closer to him, placing my hands on his thighs.

“I’ll do anything. Please sir”

At this point the begging was real. I knew the sooner he put a load in my ass, the sooner I could get out of there.

“What a worthless little cunt. You’ll just take any pounding you can get, huh?”

He pushed me off him again. When I fell back into the metal box he stepped to me and grabbed a handful of my hair. He threw my head back against the box and I felt a ringing in my head. He slapped me across the face.

“You’re just a piece of ass, you little faggot. Nothing more”

He grabbed my shirt and pulled me forward. I was sprawled out on my stomach in the grass. He got on top of me, straddling me. He pressed my head and neck into the grass and rubbed his cock on my ass. He let go of my head to start pulling down my sweatpants. He exposed my ass enough to jam his dick between my cheeks.

He wasn’t quite at my hole but after forcing it enough, he popped inside. I let out a cry of pain. He laid down on me, sliding his cock into me and letting his body weight hold me to the ground.

He grabbed my wrists with his hands and held them to the ground as well. I felt his hot breath in my ear. He rolled his hips and slid in and out of my hole. I could feel the pressure of his body on mine. My own dick was hard at this point and being pressed between by body and the ground. Despite being scared, it actually felt good. The pain at my hole faded away.

“You have no daddy anymore. I’m your fucking master. You hear that faggot?”

He bit my earlobe after whispering in my ear. Then he licked the side of my neck.

“You’re gonna be my little slave, bitch”

He moved my wrists to the side of my shoulders and pressed down hard, lifting himself up. He made his strokes harder and longer as he continued to pound me into the ground.

He released one of my wrists to grab the collar of my shirt. He twisted it around his hand and it tightened around my neck.

“Fuuuuuck yeah”

He rested his pelvis on my asscheeks, pumping his load deep inside me. I struggled to inhale as he exhaled with a pleasurable tone. Finally, he released my shirt.

He laid his weight back down on me and continued to slowly move his cock in and out. He took his time enjoying my hole. I felt more hot breath on my neck and ear.

He brought his knees up beside him and began to sit up, pulling out of me. He squeezed my ass and gave it a smack. He stood up and looked down at me, waiting for me to move.

I turned to look at him and said nothing as I started to get up. He grabbed a hold of my hair again pulled me to his crotch. He didn’t have to say any more. I sucked him clean.

He released my hair to buckle his pants. I looked down at my stretched shirt. And I could feel my hole beginning to spit out his load.

He grabbed my shirt again, this time by the shoulder, and started dragging me across the ground. I had no idea where we were going but I tried to keep up. I was on my hands and knees still and my ass was hanging out of my pants. He stopped in front of a pile of leaves.

“Get your phone”

I began to sift through the leaves.

“Hurry”

I frantically moved my arms faster and found it. I pulled it out of the brush.

“Unlock it”

“There’s no passcode”

Charlie didn’t want me having a passcode on my phone. He liked to keep everything in the open.

The man snatched it from my hand and moved his thumb around. I had no idea what he was doing. After about thirty seconds of silence, he spoke.

“Charlie. Is that your daddy?”

He could probably see the panic on my face.

“His last message says ‘You’re servicing Kevin tonight, book an Uber’. That must be him, right?”

I started thinking of what he’d do. Was he going to call him? Send him a picture of me? All were bad options.

“I asked you a question. Is that your daddy?”

“Yes”

He winded his hand back and I had time to flinch before he slapped me across the face.

“Wrong. You don’t have a daddy anymore, remember?”

He still had a straight face. No grimacing smile or smirk. Just evil eyes and a deep, monotone voice.

“So who’s Charlie?”

“No one”

“And who am I?”

“You’re my master”

He said nothing more, he just kept looking at my phone. I was scared of what he could be typing. But then he reached into his pocket and got out his own phone. He held them next to each other.

I dared not move, so I sat still and watched patiently. He tossed my phone on the ground and turned his around to show me the screen. He had added a new contact under the name ‘Beta Bitch’. It was Charlie’s number.

“Now that I have your old daddy’s number, let’s be sure not to fuck up. I’d hate to have to send him that video from last week”

I felt my stomach turn.

“Now what are you gonna do boy?”

“I’m gonna be here next week. Same time”

“That’s right. And you aren’t going to tell anyone, right?”

“Not a soul”

“Good. Now go faggot, get out of my sight”

I stood up, pulled my pants up, and ran home. I had survived another encounter with him. Even though my neck felt like a raisin and he scared the living shit out of me, I still jacked off when I got home. Something about being back in the house changed my perspective of it. It was like I could think about it as a fantasy. It wasn’t actually happening anymore so I could twist it to be whatever I wanted. Take away the bad parts and focus on the good parts.

I laid down in the shower, picturing him fucking me missionary, just holding on to my legs. No hitting or choking, just hard fucking. I slipped two fingers in my hole and played with his load while I fantasized about it. He was still an attractive man after all. I shot my nut across my chest to the image of him.

The second I finished, I immediately felt disgusted with myself. How could I fantasize about a guy that just beat the crap out of me? I hated him. But somehow I was still drawn to his dominance.

I told myself that next time I had to see him, I’d close my eyes and picture the fantasy instead. I’d try to ignore the slaps and the abuse and just imagine he was fucking me like any other guy. I still found him objectively attractive. He had a great cock and muscular body. If I made him out to be something else in my head, maybe that would help me get through my encounters with him.

Over the course of the next few days, I went through a lot of internal conflict. For two reasons. The first was that I had developed a weird coping mechanism for dealing with the cop, so I was both terrified and excited at the same time. It gave me a lot of anxiety.

The second reason was that even during all my anxiety with the cop, I had developed strong feelings for Jake. And although I still had feelings for Charlie, I couldn’t tell if it was just because I associated Charlie as the main figure of my sex life, or if it was because I genuinely loved him. Regardless, I wasn’t ready to end things with him yet.

On the other hand, things with Jake were new and fresh. And I liked how sweet he was to me. He would get me things or open my car door. Things that Charlie used to do. And Jake did them without the expectation of sex. We weren’t physical at all at this point, just flirtatious. Which made me want him even more.

When Charlie wasn’t around, Jake would give me a quick kiss or he’d squeeze my ass. And I knew it was wrong because I was dating Charlie, but I just loved it. He even called me babe on accident once, but luckily we were the only two home.

Things were naturally a bit complex between us because of the circumstances of how we met. I was just a house boy that Jake barely spoke to. For him to fuck when he pleased. And now all the sudden we find ourselves not having sex at all, but talking all the time. I couldn’t sort anything out in my head.

Caught in the maelstrom of chaotic thoughts, time seemed to go by faster. Before I knew it, another week had passed and it was almost time to meet the cop at the park again. I wanted to tell Jake so bad but I decided against it. It didn’t matter that he was the person I told everything to. No one could know about this arrangement. Being blackmailed by a cop for sex? It would be such a mess, it was easier to just keep it quiet. I learned my lesson from telling on Nathan.

When the day came, I prepped as I normally would and headed to the park. This time when I got there, he was already waiting at our spot. In uniform once again, minus the badge and utility belt. He gave me a smirk and spoke as I approached.

“Over here this time. I’m not doing this shit out in the open”

He motioned me towards the woods. As I took my steps in that direction, he squeezed the back of my neck and walked by my side. After getting about ten or fifteen feet into the tree line, I saw a backpack resting up against one of the trees. I knew it had to be his so I walked right up to it and stopped.

“Get on your knees and stay quiet”

I dropped to my knees and watched patiently as he rifled through the backpack. He pulled out a rope, a bandana, and a towel. The rope was a concerning item to see but I was just glad it wasn’t a gun or a knife.

“Stand up. Back against the tree”

He spoke with the authority of any other cop. As I did what I was told, he tied the rope around one of my wrists and then pulled it back. He wrapped the rope around the back of the tree and then tied it to my other wrist. I wasn’t bound super tightly to the tree, but I definitely wasn’t going anywhere.

“Comfortable?”

I knew it was a rhetorical question so I remained silent.

“Sit”

I tried to slowly slide down to the ground. My back and my arms scraped against the bark and the rope got caught at a couple spots, which bent my arms more. While I attempted to get positioned and comfortable, he dropped his pants.

He pushed two fingers against my forehead to press my head against the tree and then he slapped his dick on my face a few times.

“Such a pretty little face. Open your mouth”

He seemed less degrading this time. He was strictly authoritative. I dropped my jaw and he plunged into my mouth. He immediately went into a rhythm poking at the back of my throat and holding on to my hair to keep me still. He wasn’t as aggressive as he could have been, which I was grateful for.

I remembered what I had told myself in the days prior. I closed my eyes and tried to picture this happening at home. Maybe in the shower or on the bed. Both were hard to imagine due to the uncomfortable spot I was in and the pain I felt in my shoulders.

“Fuck yeah. Gag on this dick you dumb bitch”

He started making his thrusts harder. He pulled my head away from the tree and forced himself deeper. I was proud of myself for keeping control over my breathing. The fantasy in my head was interrupted by a slap on the side of my face.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes, faggot. Look at me while I fuck that throat”

I kept my eyes looking up, focused on his face. He had a strange look that seemed both pleasurable and malicious. He wanted to hurt me and he enjoyed doing it. He pulled out of my throat momentarily.

“What’s my name?”

“Master”

He slapped me across the face again

“That’s fuckin’ right”

He shoved himself back into my mouth and continued. He kept my head pulled slightly back so I could keep looking up at him. I saw him prepare a wad of spit in his mouth and then he launched it at my face. Part of it splattered on my forehead, another bit landed on the inner corner of my eye. But after my initial flinch, I kept my eye contact with him.

“My cheap little whore”

He let go of my hair and threw himself forward. My head thudded against the tree again and his body smashed against my face. He was as far down my throat as his cock could possibly reach. He let out a deep breath and enjoyed himself for a few seconds. Unable to even push back on him, I struggled in place to retain my composure.

He then pulled out of my mouth and took a step back. I gasped for air and tried to calm myself. I could feel the puffiness in my face and the tears beginning to well in my eyes.

“Stand up”

I looked at him, pleading to him with my eyes to not make me do it. He yelled back impatiently.

“I said stand up, faggot!”

I tilted my hips to get one of my feet tucked up under me. Then the other. I started to raise my body, grinding my back against the bark again. I closed my eyes tight to deal with the pain. As I got to an upright position I opened my eyes to the feeling of him wrapping the bandana around my mouth. He tied it tightly around my head.

He got down and pulled at the heels of my tennis shoes, pulling them off. Then he untied my sweatpants and pulled them off as well. I stood there tied to the tree with a bandana wrapped around my mouth, in nothing but a black t-shirt and a blue and gray jockstrap.

He reached down to squeeze my bulge as he looked me in the eyes. Then he slid his hand past my junk, between my legs, and reached his finger up to feel my hole. He popped his finger inside and then immediately pulled it back out.

He paused for a second and then swooped both arms between my legs and then outward. He stood up, lifting my legs up to my chest, and he pressed his body against me. I felt the pain of the bark pressing harder into my back and my shoulders felt like they might pop out of socket.

“Time to fuck that little hole of yours”

I felt him fling his dick around trying to get it lined up properly. He got his tip to my hole and then he released some of his pressure on me. I slid down onto his cock and my back felt like it was grinding on a cheese grater. Once I was down far enough, he reapplied his pressure and pinned me in place. He proceeded to fuck me against the tree with his arms bracing my weight.

I felt equal parts pain and pleasure. The position was brutal but his thick cock still felt amazing in my hole. And to be honest, it was so hot to feel his arms hold me up while he plowed me.

“I’m gonna breed my little slut”

He whispered his hot breath into my face. I caught myself letting out a small moan when he said it.

He held me tight in the same position for probably five minutes. My hole was tingling with joy as he slid in and out of it. Eventually he started to use his arms to bounce my body up and down to give his lower body a break.

I could feel my back and my arms being rubbed raw against the bark. My shoulders were aching so bad that it began to drown out the pleasure I felt in my hole. Fortunately, the bouncing ceased after only a minute or two. He pulled out of me and slowly repositioned his arms. He held up my torso and let my legs drop. I was thankful he didn’t just drop me, my shoulders surely would have snapped.

I felt the blood rush to my legs and there was a throbbing pain in my hips. I felt light headed for a second but then my body reached some sort of equilibrium. I returned my focus to him. He was untying one of my hands from the back of the tree. When the rope dropped, I let my arms dangle at my side.

“Turn around, face the tree”

I turned to face the bark that had just ruined my back. I hugged it to brace myself. He grabbed the rope once again and refastened it to the wrist he took it off of. I was bound to the tree once more, facing it this time. It was much more comfortable.

He circled back to stand behind me. He pressed his body against mine and talked into my ear again.

“Tell me you want more”

I tried my best to form words while I moved my tongue around the bandana that held my mouth open.

“I want more master”

He slapped the side of my face.

“Good boy”

He smacked my ass with his hand and then grabbed his dick and slap it on my ass a few times as well. He slid himself between my cheeks and pressed into me once again. He picked up where he left off, fucking me hard and fast.

“Fuck this hole is so good. I’m gonna have to breed you more often, huh?”

He gave a couple more thrusts and then pulled my head back by my hair.

“That was a questions. Answer me, faggot”

“Uh-huh”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“Maybe I’ll start fucking you every day. I bet you’d love that… You love getting fucked, don’t you, you little slut?”

“Mmhmm”

He wrapped one hand around my throat and grabbed my shirt with his other. He wrapped my shirt around his fist to make a handle. I felt his rhythm change and his breath got heavier.

He pressed against my ass and squeezed my throat. I felt him fill up my hole. His cock pulsed inside me. The pulses seemed to almost sync up with the throbbing in my hips and shoulders.

After he pulled out of me he gave me a hard slap on the ass. I leaned into the tree and tried to relax my body and catch my breath. I could hear his footsteps in the leaves behind me, but they weren’t moving in any particular direction.

I glanced back to see him adjusting his stance to face me. Before buckling his pants, he grabbed his cock one more time and pointed it at me.

A stream of warm piss came shooting out. I turned my head back around. He covered my entire backside in piss. I felt burning on my back as my shirt started to stick to the cuts that I’d gotten from the bark.

As he peed, he took a couple steps towards me. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me to my knees. He grabbed my hair and turned my head to place my mouth right in front of his cock. I opened my mouth and I felt his piss stream hit the back of my mouth. It immediately came pouring out as he shoved his cock inside. The last five or so seconds of his stream lasted while he was in my mouth.

He shook off his dick in front of my face, slapping it against my cheek a couple times. Then he released my hair and backed away. He reached for the towel and wiped himself off. Then he buckled his pants and stuffed the towel back in the backpack.

“I’ll see you next week, faggot”

He walked away, leaving me tied to the tree without pants on and soaked in piss. I began moving my hands and wrists around, trying to break free. It took me probably four or five minutes to slip one hand out.

Once I had the rope off the other wrist, I took my drenched shirt and jockstrap off and threw them on the ground. I put my sweatpants and shoes back on and walked home.

When I got to the house, I opened the door carefully and quietly. As I poked my head inside, I heard Caleb’s voice coming from his room. He was in a work call. Relieved, I slipped inside, shut the door, and went straight to the shower.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw scratches and cuts all over my back and arms. I had no idea how I was going to explain it to Charlie but nevertheless, I got in the shower. I felt the cuts burn under the water at first. I washed the piss smell off myself and then stood there in the hot water.

The cuts had almost become numb under the hot water after about ten minutes. I was finally comfortable. And then, like an involuntary muscle spasm, I got hard. I started thinking about the cop again. I knew it was wrong. It was sick and twisted to be turned on my him after all he did to me, but I couldn’t help it. I closed my eyes and pictured him as I jacked off.

I pictured his meaty arms holding me up. His brick jaw clenched. His hairy chest pressed against me. And his big, bare cock inside me. I whispered to myself as I painted the shower wall with my seed.

“Yes master”

I stood in silence and contemplated for a second. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so fucked in the head. I had no concept of right and wrong anymore. I just knew what felt good.

Later that night, Charlie wanted head. I kept my shirt on to avoid him seeing the cuts and scrapes. But the next day, he noticed them when he bent me over the bed for another pounding. He didn’t seem too concerned, more so confused.

“What happened to you?”

“I fell down on my run earlier and took a tumble into a ditch with thorn bushes”

Seemed a stupid lie but Charlie bought it easy enough. Either that or he just didn’t care enough to press the issue. We didn’t speak of it again.

I continued to battle in my own head over the next few days. I knew what I was doing with the cop was wrong. But parts of it felt good. And I also knew what I was doing with Jake was wrong, even if perhaps in a different way. But that also felt good. So I decided to keep doing them.

I kept hanging out with Jake. Flirting with him and making comments about how much of a gentleman he is. And even giving him quick kisses when we were alone in a room. He was my favorite part of each day.

Soon, my weekly date with the cop came again. I wondered what I had in store for me this time. I put on another jockstrap, t-shirt, and sweatpants. I looked at my mostly healed back in the mirror as I got dressed. Then I made my way to the park.

I wasn’t but halfway through the park on my way to the meeting spot when I heard a yell.

“Justin!”

I looked over to see the cop standing next to his car in the parking lot. He motioned me over. I glanced around and tried to act normal. I couldn’t imagine why he would want to meet in the parking lot and not our usual spot. Something was different. As I got closer, I noticed he was in casual clothes. And his car was just a regular SUV, not a cop car.

“Come around back”

I followed him to the back of the car and he opened the hatch. He reached in to grab another bandana. He rolled it up and blindfolded me with it.

“Hands behind your back”

Something he’d probably said a lot. He handcuffed me and then put one hand under each of my armpits. He lifted me and threw me into the trunk of his car.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Shut the fuck up. Move your legs”

I tucked my legs up and he slammed the trunk closed. I heard the driver door open and he got in. The car started and he put it in gear.

“We’re going on a field trip. You’re gonna love it”

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Next Chapter:

The Den

The cop takes me to a surprise location and I learn what he has in store for me. Then I’m forced to come up with an excuse for Charlie.