he alleyway reeked of stale piss and cigarette smoke, the kind of dingy corner in this Slovakian backstreet where deals like this went down without prying eyes. The Man towered over the pathetic kid, his own slim frame cutting an arrogant silhouette against the graffiti-scarred wall. He eyed the submissive's cheap sneakers, the ill-fitting jeans hugging his skinny legs, and that ridiculous cap perched on his head like a fucking crown on a clown. The kid's glasses fogged slightly in the humid evening air, his big brown eyes—no, wait, those were the Man's eyes reflecting back in the kid's panicked stare. The submissive was shorter, wiry, with a face that screamed desperation, stubble barely scraping his jaw.
'What was that? I didn't hear anything at all,' The Man said, his voice dripping arrogance as he locked eyes with the kid, savoring the way the submissive flinched.
The kid swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing like he was choking on his own fear. He repeated his plea, voice cracking, but The Man just smirked, letting the silence stretch until it burned.
'What's that on your cock's head?' The Man sneered, gesturing at the cap with a lazy flick of his finger.
'Cap, sir,' the kid mumbled, eyes dropping to the cracked pavement.
The Man's cock twitched in his pants at the immediate submission, the way the kid's cheeks flushed red. He loved breaking them early. 'How many items of clothing did I allow you?' He drew out the words, watching the kid squirm, imagining stripping him bare right there, forcing him to his knees on the filthy ground.
'I meant...' The kid stammered, hands twisting at his sides.
'What did you think, that in Slovakia a hat is considered a shoe, or do you consider a hat as a shoe in the Czech Republic?' The Man's voice rose, sharp as a whip crack, his thick stubble shadowing a cruel grin. He stepped closer, invading the kid's space, close enough to smell the sweat beading on his neck.
'No, sir,' the kid whispered, staring at the sidewalk like it held all the answers.
The Man circled him slowly, like a predator sizing up meat. 'OK, we won't drag this out. I don't want you. You looked smaller in the photos, I don't like you, you have the face of a retarded monkey, glasses like an idiot, you're standing here like a bag of sand. Get out of here, fuck off, when I'm talking to you, and look me in the eye!'
The kid's head snapped up, his body straightening with a jolt, eyes wide and pleading behind those stupid glasses. The Man felt a rush of power surge through him, straight to his hardening dick. This one was easy prey, financially chained, desperate enough to beg.
'Excuse me, sir. Please try again with me, I'm really good, I'll do anything you want, you won't regret it.' The kid's voice trembled, but there was a raw edge to it, like he was already picturing himself on his knees, mouth open for whatever The Man demanded.
'Fuck you, bastard.' The Man spat the words, but his mind raced ahead—visions of shoving the kid's face into his crotch, making him choke on cock until tears streamed down that humiliated face.
'Sir, please try again with me, I can't go home. I said I have a job in Italy. I can't just come back out of nowhere,' the kid whined, panic twisting his features, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
The Man knew the score; the kid had burned bridges for this gig, handed over control of his wallet for the promise of cash and a roof. Financial ruin loomed if he fucked this up. The Man's lips curled—he'd make the kid earn every penny, starting with total obedience.
'Please, sir, I will accept any punishment, just don't send me home.' The kid's eyes glistened, tears hovering, his body shaking like a leaf in the breeze.
The Man pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one with deliberate slowness, inhaling deep. The smoke filled his lungs, sharp and bitter, mirroring the control he craved. He watched the kid's desperation build, the way his gaze flicked to the glowing tip, imagining it pressed against skin as punishment. Exhaling a cloud into the kid's face, The Man took his time, letting the nicotine haze his thoughts with dark promises—tying the kid up, fucking his ass raw while he begged for more, all for the price of a plane ticket.
He took the last drags, the filter burning his fingers, then flicked the butt to the ground. With a slow, deliberate grind of his shoe heel, he crushed it into the pavement, the ember dying under his sole. The act sent a thrill up his spine, a preview of the dominance to come—stomping out the kid's pride just as easily.
'Okay then, I'll try it with you again.' The Man's voice was cold, commanding. He nodded toward a jagged rock nearby, half-buried in the dirt, about knee-high and rough-edged. 'Do you see that rock? I'm going to the city to take care of something. When I get back and you're standing on this rock, I'll pick you up. If not, I'll take it that you've left and aren't interested.'
The kid's face crumpled in relief mixed with fresh humiliation, his cock probably stirring in his pants at the sheer degradation of it—perched like a statue, exposed to the street, waiting to be claimed. He nodded frantically. 'Yes, sir. I'll be there. I promise.'
The Man turned away, a smirk playing on his lips as he strode off, the power exchange humming in his veins. He could already taste the kid's submission, feel the tight heat of his body yielding under rough hands. By the time he returned, the kid would be broken in just enough—standing there, aching to be used, wallet empty and ass ready for the real vacation to begin. The city lights beckoned, but his mind stayed on that rock, on the desperate figure frozen in obedience, waiting for the next command to shatter him completely.
The Man sauntered back down the alleyway an hour later, the city's neon buzz fading behind him. His cock already throbbed at the thought of the kid still perched on that rock like a obedient dog. But he'd upped the ante—called up his crew, three rough dominant fucks from the local scene, all itching for fresh meat. They trailed him now, broad shoulders and smirks cutting through the dim streetlight, eyes locked on the figure ahead. There the submissive stood, legs locked, sweat soaking his shirt, cap still stupidly on his head despite the earlier mockery. His glasses slipped down his nose, face pale but determined, cock probably half-hard from the sheer humiliation of waiting exposed.
The Man's lips curled into a predatory grin as he approached, the friends fanning out behind him like wolves circling prey. The kid's eyes widened, flicking from The Man to the group, panic flashing across his desperate features. 'Sir... I waited. Like you said.' His voice cracked, knees wobbling as he stepped down from the rock, but The Man held up a hand, stopping him cold.
'Good boy,' The Man drawled, voice low and commanding, stepping close enough to grab the kid's chin and force his gaze up. The stubble on his jaw scraped against the submissive's smooth skin. 'But waiting's just the start. Meet my friends. They're here for the show—and you're the star.' He jerked his thumb back at the trio: a burly guy with a shaved head and tattooed arms, a lean fucker with piercings glinting in his ears, and a stocky one chewing gum, bulge already straining his jeans. Their eyes gleamed with cruel hunger, sizing up the kid like he was a free-use hole.
The submissive's breath hitched, his body trembling as realization sank in. 'S-sir? All of them? I... I thought it was just—'
'Shut your mouth,' The Man snapped, shoving him down to his knees on the gritty pavement. The kid hit the ground hard, palms scraping, ass up slightly as he caught himself. The alley's stench hit harder now—piss and garbage mixing with the musky scent of aroused men. 'You begged to stay. Said you'd do anything. This is anything. Start sucking their cocks. One by one. Make them cum down your throat, or you're on the next bus home with empty pockets.' Financial control twisted the knife; the kid had handed over his cash for this 'job,' and The Man held the reins, ready to yank them.
The kid's eyes darted up, tears pricking, but his cock betrayed him, tenting his jeans as humiliation flooded his veins. He nodded shakily, hands fumbling toward the burly guy's zipper first. The friend stepped forward, unzipping himself with a grunt, pulling out a thick, veined cock already leaking pre-cum. 'Open wide, bitch,' the burly one growled, fisting the kid's hair and yanking his head forward.
The submissive's lips parted, mouth stretching around the fat head, tongue flicking out to lap at the salty drip. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, the wet slurp echoing in the alley as he bobbed forward, taking more inches down his throat. Gags bubbled up, spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth, but he pushed on, frantic to please. The Man watched, dick hardening fully now, hand palming himself through his pants. The power surged—watching this desperate slut service his crew, knowing one wrong move and he'd be penniless and alone.
'Fuck, he's eager,' the pierced one laughed, stroking his own cock as he waited his turn, pre-cum smearing his fingers. The burly guy thrust deeper, hips snapping, fucking the kid's face with rough grunts. 'Deeper, you little whore. Choke on it.' The submissive's throat convulsed, eyes watering behind his glasses, but he moaned around the shaft, the vibration pulling a curse from the friend. Drool soaked the kid's chin, pooling on the pavement, his own cock aching untouched, arousal twisting the fear into something filthy and needy.
The burly one came first, balls tightening as he rammed in one last time, flooding the kid's mouth with hot, thick cum. 'Swallow it all,' he ordered, holding the submissive's head flush against his groin. The kid gulped it down, coughing as the cock slipped free, strings of spit and semen connecting his lips to the glistening tip. He gasped for air, face flushed and wrecked, but before he could recover, the pierced friend grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open wide.
'My turn. Suck harder, make it sloppy.' The pierced guy's cock was longer, thinner, piercing at the tip catching on the kid's tongue as he engulfed it. The submissive worked frantically, head bobbing faster, slurping loudly, hands braced on the friend's thighs for leverage. His mind reeled—anxiety spiking at the exposure, the degradation of kneeling in this piss-soaked alley, mouth a cum-dump for strangers—but his body heated, cock leaking pre-cum into his underwear, the humiliation fueling a dark thrill. He was trapped, owned, and fuck, it made him want more.
The friends egged him on, voices overlapping in crude demands. 'Louder moans, slut—let us hear how much you love cock.' The stocky one stepped up next, shoving the pierced guy aside mid-thrust. His dick was girthy, stretching the kid's jaw painfully as he deep-throated it, nose buried in coarse pubes. Gurgles and wet smacks filled the air, the submissive's glasses fogging from the heat, tears streaming down his cheeks. The Man leaned against the wall, unzipping slowly, stroking his own cock as he directed the scene. 'That's it, take them all. You're mine to share now—every load earns you another day.'
The pierced one finished with a hiss, pumping ropes of cum straight down the kid's gullet, forcing him to swallow without spilling a drop. The stocky friend followed, pounding the submissive's throat until his balls slapped chin, then unloaded with a roar, cum overflowing the kid's mouth, dripping down his neck. Exhausted, on the verge of breaking, the submissive knelt there panting, lips swollen and shiny, arousal throbbing painfully between his legs. Fear lingered, but so did the rush—the humiliating train of cocks awakening something slutty inside him.
The Man stepped forward finally, cock in hand, thick and demanding. 'Good start. But we're not done. Open up for me next.' The kid's eyes met his, a mix of dread and desperate hunger, ready to beg for the next degradation as the friends circled closer, zips rasping open again.
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