I'm Quitting School and becoming a Stripper!
"I just got offered three-hundred dollars plus tips to be the stripper for a private party at the Men's Club tonight." Jory proclaimed!
Peter smiled while the teacher, Brandon, took immediate action. "There's nothing wrong with being a stripper. But you are finishing High School first and getting your damn diploma."
"I don't need it. I have a job. Thank you very much. I make two-hundred dollars a week. Every Friday and Saturday night."
"But taxes ..."
"I'm paid in cash and my tips are all mine."
"Listen," Brandon said with a serious tone. "When your good looks fade, and your body gets tired, and you can’t move like you used to—when you don’t look the same and someone younger takes your place—you’ll feel it. Then you go get a real job. Say ... a salesclerk at Macy’s in the men’s underwear department, and when they see you don’t have a high school diploma—they’ll hold that against you. But hey, you can always flip burgers for minimum wage. Good luck with that."
Peter rang in. "Kid. Strippers are expendable. You want good money and freedom? My advice to you, Kid. Start auditioning for Porno films. You're the perfect bottom boy and you're very photogenic. Would you like us to drive you to the bar tonight?"
"No thanks, Jay, the barback is picking me up at nine."
"Jory can't you stay in school and strip on the weekends. You only strip on Friday and Saturday nights. You can do both school and the job at the bar. Please. You owe this to yourself to get your diploma."
Jory began raising his voice. "You're not my parents. I can make up my own mind. I'm 18 years old now. I'll start saving money tonight to get my own apartment." Jory then slammed his bedroom door as if to make his point clear.
Peter walked away moving into the bedroom he and Brandon now occupied. They bought a King-sized bed which they were now occupying. "Well, where do we go from here?"
"I have no fucking clue!!!"
Brandon later admitted that he wanted to spank Jory for his childish behavior. And the disrespect he showed to the two people who were trying to help him.
"He's acting like a spoiled brat!" Peter said with disgust. "You going to charge him rent?"
"Yes. four hundred a month." Brandon Plus, he's going to be responsible for some chores round the house and property as well. He has to learn life."
Staring at Brandon, Peter smiled a sexy smile. "You know you're a real hunk!"
They kissed. They heard Jory shut the front door; a car door being closed and the ignition ignited. In minutes the car faded away.
Jay was a hunky 23-year dude who was studying at a bartending school. During weekends he'd work at The Men's Club as a back-up bartender while he was the weekend barback.
The hunky owner of The Men's Club was Mike Hunt, a rugged former porn star from the 1980s. With a hot body and a taste for boy butt. Mike thought of his barbacks and his strippers like his personal slaves. He bossed them around, fucked whomever he wanted, fired men when they didn't comply with his wishes and held court at the Men's Club like a he was the King of the Faggots.
And Mike was especially excited that he was getting to fuck a newbie who'd recently turned 18 years old. He thought about how tight the young man must be. He loved the power when he'd wrap his hand around a young man's throat and squeezed tightly. As a confirmed top with an eight-inch pulsating dick waiting for a hot mouth or a butthole to invade, fuck, or cum directly into another man's mouth.
The hunky owner Mike walked into the Stripper's dressing room. Jory stood up. "Hello."
Mike said nothing. He put his hands on Jory's ass and squeezed. Then unbuttoned the boy's jeans and pulled his zipper down. He was wearing his blue thong. Mike kneeled and engulfed Jory's dick and balls sucking him loudly. Then slapped Jory's ass very hard that he "yelped."
Mike looked at the dressing table. "Bend over this dressing table. Bitch boy!!" Hey Sal, come and fuck the new kid. He's so fucking tight. And he's taken four loads so far. Come on fuck him!"
A heavy-set man gingerly took his hardon and roughly shoved up Jory's hot ass. With no lube Jory cried out only to be slapped hard across his face. "You take his cock, bitch!" Mike yelled.
Another man, hairy like an ape pushed his hard cock, all nine inches, deep into Jory's manhole roughly. Slapping the side of his face the man yelled. "Take it, dick breath!"
Another man, a cop still in his uniform grabbed Jory's head and pushed him to his knees. The cop forced his uncut 8-incher down Jory's gullet and ruthlessly fucked his cock into Jory's mouth. The boy gagged repeatedly "Tonight, when you're done stripping, I want you to go every man and let them feel you up and down. Let them kiss you and let them play with your dick, suck their cocks if they want. Let them fuck you. Make my patrons happy or suffer my consequences."
Two men in flannel grabbed Jory and started ripping off his clothes. He tried to fight them, but they were too strong. They were hitting him. Grabbing his balls and squeezed the hell out of them. Jory howled in pain.
When a gangbang started with a seriously drunk off his ass Jay. All the Men lined up to fuck him! Jory crawled to the back door of the bar.
Wearing only his stretched out tighty-whities, Jory was hurting badly -- not to mention his ego. His butt. His mouth. How many times was he hit. No condoms. No lube. He was walking down the street that would take him home.
There were headlights behind him, he turned around. A police car. He got out of the car. Walked to Jory. The cop slapped him. "You leave our party!!! You little shit!!" The cop pulled Jory's underwear off then plowed his big cock into Jory's wounded hole. The cop came quickly making Jory swallow every drop of cop cum. After a final slap in the face, the cop left.
Brandon hadn't fallen asleep. It was three in the morning. How could any parent sleep. He was so worried. And then he heard something outside. Scared he went to Peter.
"Peter. Peter, wake-up. There's something outside. Wake-up."
"What ... going on??"
There was scratching at the door. Peter got up slowly then threw open the door. There was Jory in torn underwear blood on his face. Cuts and bruises.
"Oh God, My baby! What did they do to you!" Brandon was hysterical. "My baby! who did this!!"
Peter breathing hard as he picked up his boy and took him to the bathroom to clean him up." Jory just cried like a little boy.
Both Brandon and Peter hugged him. "You're okay, Baby." Peter picked him up.
"He'll sleep in our room tonight. So, he knows he's safe." Peter placed Jory in the middle of their bed.
Peter and Brandon hugged. "So, this is what's like to be a parent." Brandon's eyes welled up. Peter's were wet too. "I love you now and forever Brandon and Jory." In his heart Peter would find vengeance. This wasn't over!!!
Don't miss the Next Chapter Six - Pay back is a bitch!!!
