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theneighborhoodpunk · 8 months ago

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"I fucked up real bad this time, babe." I could tell by the tone of his voice that my boyfriend was in full on panic mode. He had been struggling with a gambling addiction for a while now, but I guess I didn't realize just how deep he was in. We kept our financials separate, and other than asking me to float him a couple of times here and there, he had been fine. But I could tell he wasn't lying now. He must have done something bad.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out together. Just talk to me. We'll get through this."

"I don't... it's not that easy, babe. I'm in for a lot to Jamie. A lot. I'm so, so sorry."

"Just how bad we talking here?"

"Bad. I can't talk about it on the phone, I just need something from you."

I felt my stomach start to drop. "Okay. Tell me what you need?"

"I need you to come to this address." I felt my phone buzz with a text message, he sent me a location pin. "ASAP. The sooner the better, babe."

"Fuck, Andrew. That's 3 hours upstate!"

"I know, I'm so sorry! But if you don't get me out of here soon, I don't think they're going to let me leave!"

So I filled up my tank and headed out on the road. I tried to distract myself with a podcast, but I couldn't stop thinking about how angry I was to have to drop everything and take off for some place in the woods where God knows what happens. I was worried about Andrew, as well. I couldn't stop thinking about what he was going through.

I finally arrived at a secluded house in the middle of the woods three hours later. It didn't look like it was in bad shape, just secluded. I was nervous as I made my way to the door, but it opened before I even had a chance to knock. Inside was my boyfriend, sitting on a sofa with two burly guys on either side of him. The intimidating looking man that opened the door slammed it shut the second I walked in, keeping it closed behind me. Sitting prominently in the chair facing both the door and the sofa was who I assumed to be James, Andrew's bookie. He was wearing leather pants, boots, gloves, the whole works. He was the epitome of intimidating.

"This the boyfriend?" James said, looking at me but not truly to me. More like I was a piece of meat to be devoured.

"That's him, yeah." Andrew said, his eyes showing that he was glad to see me, but not really looking at me. More to James.

James stayed quiet for a moment, playing with the unlit cigar in his hand. "He really as good as you say he is?"

"Oh yeah. That mouth of his is the eighth wonder of the world, and his ass can take a beating and still wrap around your cock like a sleeve."

I tried to interject, to ask what the fuck was going on, but the moment a sound escaped my lips, all eyes were on me, daring me to say something. I chickened out.

"Alright. It's a deal then." The second James said those words, Andrew cried out in relief and the guy behind me threw my arms out, wrapping me from behind. The two guys on the couch got up and grabbed each of my arms, and even though I tried to struggle, they had me on my knees in front of James in virtually no time. James took the time to light the cigar, smoke curling around his perfectly maintained beard as he puffed the stogie to life. "You can go now."

I saw Andrew get up and start to walk to the door. "Sorry babe. I had to give them something or they'd have killed me." He barely made eye contact with me as he got to the door and ran.

James blew smoke into my face, utterly dumbfounded as to what just happened. "Let me fill you in on what your 'boyfriend' just did. He had a debt to me he couldn't pay. So he paid with you." He blew more smoke in my face, and it was hard to tell if the tears in my eyes were due to that, or the betrayal. "You're going to work it off for him. I send you to a man who wants to use your mouth, ass, whatever. You do the deed, some gets knocked off. You get some repeat customers, you're only looking at a year of service, maybe two. Of course, my boys and I get you for free. Why don't you start with my boots, get them nice and clean? I like for them to be sparkling when I'm breaking a new bitch in."

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theneighborhoodpunk · 8 months ago

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My older brother was the epitome of cool. We had our spats growing up, him being three years older than me and all, but by the time we were both in high school, all of that was water under the bridge. He would let me hang out with him and his friends every once in a while (a freshman getting to hang out with seniors!) and he always made sure everyone treated me cool. He gave me my first beer, taught me how to smoke, got me high for the first time. When he went away to college, he would let me come up and stay at his frat house just about any weekend I asked. When I turned 18 and he was 21, he got me a fake ID so I could go to the clubs with him and his friends. He was the best.

The only thing he ever asked of me was to give him a blowjob whenever he wanted, which he taught me exactly how he liked done. As we got older, eventually he wanted to be able to use my ass too, and that was cool with me too. I didn't even mind when he would tell me to service his frat brothers or friends, although sometimes they would get a little carried away and my jaw would be sore for hours and my asshole would be stretched for days. It was all good. That was just the price to pay for all the good shit he did for me, and I was happy to pay.

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As if I wasn't nervous enough approaching the gay bar for the first time, seeing this hunk of a man standing nonchalantly near the entrance sent my pulse into overdrive. I hadn't been in the city long, but a few guys I met at the gayborhood gym told me that if I was looking for fun, then Baskets was the bar I needed to check out. It was a few blocks off from the rest of the gay bars in the city, and the area around it was beat up and quite intimidating. I tried to walk briskly as I approached the stud, just to get to the comfort of a corner somewhere to nurse a beer until my nerve returned to me. I kept my head and eyes low, but it was obvious that the man was eyeing me up and down behind his sunglasses. As I made my way to the door, he followed in behind me.

Inside, the building was dingy and smoky. To make my way to the bar, I had to walk passed a small little leather shop where a bored man in his 50's barely looked up as I made my way in. After that, I had to go through some metal chainlink that adorned the walls of the dancefloor to make it to the square shaped bar, where men in various states of undress gathered around in small groups. Most were in leather of some kind, like the stud who was standing outside, but a few were in regular clothes like myself. I do own a few pieces of leather like a harness and a jock, but I didn't think to wear them here. I wish I had.

I found myself that corner of the bar I was looking for and waited for the bartender to make his way over to me. As I waited, I nervously scanned the other patrons around the bar. There were men that seemed to be popular, with other guys coming up to them and greeting them warmly. A couple of couples sitting isolated from other people, obviously there together. A few bored, lonely looking guys nursing their drinks. Many of them were smoking right at the bar, which I thought was odd because I'm pretty sure that's illegal to do indoors in my state, but I didn't mind the smell and it just added to the appeal of the dark, manly place.

The bartender brought me my first beer, and I was so anxious that it didn't survive longer than a few minutes. As I waited for my next one, I saw the guy from outside standing at the bar across from me, talking to two other leather men. The first was a tall, burly motherfucker decked in full leather garb. His smile was jovial and infectious, and it was accented by the large, dark cigar he had parked in the right corner of his mouth. The other was shorter, larger, and only wearing a leather harness and khaki shorts. Not that you could tell that immediately, the guy was so hairy that it looked at first glance like he was wearing a shirt. The outside stud was talking to his friends, but very clearly staring at me. I was afraid to make eye contact with him now that he put his shades away, but I felt drawn to him. He gave me a slight wink, and I felt my dick jump as my cheeks turned red.

When I got my second beer, I decided to walk around the bar to try to cool off. I walked into the leather shop they had, taking a look at everything there. I walked through the dance floor to a small blacked out room full of kegs and a pool table, where more men were gathered as an old man sucked a few other's cocks. That room led to the bathroom were a single urinal stood, but to the side some guy was kneeling down hoping to get some piss down his throat. The door from there led to the outdoor bar, where a few other guys were sitting to drink, smoke, and shoot the shit. Passed them were clearly more guys fucking, but I wasn't trying to get too excited too quickly.

I sat at the bar and drank a few more beers, making polite if short conversation with the bartender as I did. Eventually, when I was feeling more brave, I pulled out my phone and checked Grindr, see if I could do a little recon on who was around. I wasn't on long before getting a message. It was from the short harness man, and the message read as follows.

Come suck my cock, baby

At this point, it would be rude to turn down such an offer, so I slammed my beer down and ordered another for good measure before making my way back in. I walked in to the dark room where the harness guy was leaning back on some kegs, stroking his cock while smoking a cigarette. The room was too dimly lit to see much else around him, but the glowing cherry of a cigar let me know that full leather man was there with him. I timidly made my way up to them as they smiled at me, and waited for a head nod before I reached out and began to stroke the smaller guy's cock for him.

The fully dressed man came closer to me, took a big puff off of his cigar, and firmly held my jaw as he lowered himself down to kiss me. Thick smoke poured into my mouth as his strong tongue opened me up, forcing my mouth open to accept everything he had to give me. After a moment, he broke away from our kiss with a smile on his face, and the shorter guy grabbed my torso to turn me towards him. I was still stroking his cock when he pulled me towards him by my shirt. I was anticipating a kiss, but was instead met with a thick glob of spit directly in my mouth. He then pushed me to my knees to take him in my mouth.

I was extremely turned on by now and knew what was expected of me, so I went to work with great pleasure. His dick wasn't anything super impressive, only about 5 inches, but it was fat enough to stretch my mouth open. I bobbed my head up and down on him, wrapping my tongue around his dick, when full leather guy had gotten closer to me and started to rub his dick through his pants. I took over massage duty for him while blowing his buddy, until the leather guy fished his cock out to feed to me as well. His dick was longer, probably a good 7 inches, but not quite as fat as his buddy's. I took a breathe as I got off harness guy's cock to start sucking his buddy.

I was in bliss, taking turns between the two, when I felt someone behind me kick my legs to spread them out farther. I tried to get up to see who was there, but full leather stud pushed me further down on his dick, blowing smoke at me when I looked up at him. I felt a hand push my jeans down off of my ass, and heard someone hawk a wad of spit into my asscrack. Suddenly, I could feel hot breath on my neck as a rough, calloused finger started invading my hole. I tried to cry out a bit at the roughness, but the leather daddy took the opportunity of me opening my mouth wider to slide his dick all the way down my throat. I was at the mercy of these guys now, and I was both scared and extremely turned on.

After a bit, the finger was pulled out of my ass and the rough hands pulled me up off of my knees. When I turned to see who it was, I was met with the image of the man from outside, grinning at me with sadistic pleasure now. A look of fear must have entered my eyes, as his grin turned into a smile and his rough hands encased my face, putting a single finger on my lips as if to 'shh' me.

"It's alright boy. It's alright. Everything is just fine." He massaged my cheeks for a moment or two before using one hand to reach behind him and take the cigar from his leather friend. His free hand snaked its way down my face and rested itself on my neck, squeezing just enough to where there was no confusion as to who was in control here.

"You're not from around here, are you?" I shook my head 'no' as much as I could with his grasp around my throat. He smiled as he took a pull from the cigar, the thick cloud exhaled just inches from my face. He parked the cigar in his mouth and used his now free hand to pull my hair up to keep me standing straight. "Someone must have told you about this place. Either you knew exactly what you were looking for, or someone did you real dirty. But based on the tent of your pants, I'm going to guess you're right where you want to be, aren't you?" I looked him directly in the eyes, too scared to speak, and he pulled on my hair again. "I said aren't you, boy?"

I nodded as best I could and spoke as confidently as I was able, which was not a lot. "Yes, Sir."

He let go of my hair and took the cigar from his mouth, only to spit directly in my face again. "Manners already? Good boy. Don't worry, you're in good hands here." It was at that moment that I felt the presence of the other two men again, two more sets of hands moving over my body. The first was groping my ass, heavy hands moving all around my pelvic area until they found my belt, roughly pulling it free and pulling down my pants. My underwear was next, and then my dick, balls, and ass were free to the world, which the hands then roughly petted, almost too rough to truly be pleasurable. The other pair of hands had made their way up my shirt, caressing my stomach, rubbing my back, tweaking my nipples. The man in front of me let go of my neck long enough for him to pull my shirt free, and then I was naked for all to see. I heard a few cheers and laughs as I stood there being violated, but I didn't care.

The man passed the cigar back to the full leather man and pulled me back into him by my throat. He stopped his lips just short of mine, an evil grin on his face as he danced ever so close. He spoke loud, but I think it was more for everyone else to hear, not just me. "Of course, coming here in the first place was not the best move. Definitely the move that gets a boy like you punished. Are you ready for Daddy to give you your punishment, boy?" I nodded my head, unsure of what was going to happen, and he forced himself in for a kiss. It was rough, possessive, and intoxicating. I could taste the whiskey and cigar on his breath, and needed more. I tried to surrender myself to him fully, but he pushed me off. He spit in my face once more, then pushed me face down onto the pool table nearby.

SMACK. He slapped my ass hard, causing me to cry out from both shock and pain. I wasn't ready for that, and the crowd around me laughed. SMACK. I couldn't help but jump as he hit me again, unable to catch my breath from the last assault. SMACK. SMACk. SMACK SMACK SMACK. "Come on, boy, this is what you came for!" I tried my best to hold in my cries, but the tears were welling up, and I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. SMACK SMACK SMACK. The jeers were relentless, and I broke. I cried out in pain, sobbing through a snot filled nose and tears in my eyes. The men all cheered, and the man began to roughly rub my ass cheeks now.

"Good boy! You took quite the beating from Daddy! Oh, we're gunna have fun with you!" He stopped touching me and snapped his fingers, and I felt him walk away. I laid on the table for a second, then felt someone pushing my ass cheeks open, keeping them spread. I felt someone wet and slippery enter my hole, lapping it up from the inside. It took me a second to realize someone was eating my asshole, quite expertly mind you, and I was suddenly back in heaven. Who knew pain and pleasure went so well together?

The man, 'Daddy', had come to the other side of the table now. I could see him clearly, although my vision was blurry from the tears and now the ecstasy. I watched as he lit himself a fresh cigar, and lowered his face down to where I could hear him clearly. "You took that like a champ, boy. Good boys get rewarded. My buddy over there is going to get you nice and wet for Daddy, and then we're going to have some fun!" He had taken his cock out of his jeans now, and it looked from my perspective to have been a baseball bat. I seriously doubted whether or not I could take it at all, but before I could protest, he climbed on the table and stuck it in my mouth.

He didn't fuck my face or anything like that, he just held his monster cock in my mouth and had me suck on what would comfortably fit in there. He would occasionally rub my face and blow smoke down on me, but he was surprisingly gentle compared to what he was like before. After several minutes of sucking his dick and getting eaten out, my eyes started to glaze over, and he took that as his cue. He withdrew his cock from my mouth, hopped off the table, and strode behind me as the men around us egged him on.

Positioning himself behind me, he pushed in slowly at first. I almost thought that he would be gentle, like he was before. I was a good boy, and good boys got rewarded, right? Well, apparently not too well, because soon he was pushing in despite my protests that it was too big. A couple of guys grabbed my arms and held them tight as he kept pushing for what seemed like forever, until eventually I felt his legs pressed against my own. I cried out in pain but all I heard was the laugher of the guys around me, but Daddy didn't move. He stood there, his dick fully in me, and just stayed there. After what felt like an eternity, I finally relaxed.

And then he fucked the living shit out of me. His fresh cigar was nearly spent by the time he blasted his load deep in my guts, and I was covered in handprints, spit, and ashes. I was wiped out, but in literal heaven. I have never felt so fulfilled in my life.

He pulled out suddenly and slapped my ass for good measure, and I felt that familiar emptiness again. It didn't take long to fill though, as next the hairy guy (who I found out later was the expert rimmer) got a turn on my ass next. Then the full leather man. Then a few other guys, including the bartender. By the time they were finished, I was exhausted.

Daddy was there when the last guy pulled out of me, and pulled me into the strong embrace of his arms. He kissed me almost tenderly, and he got me a drink as I got dressed again. I made polite small talk with the leather man and hairy man, and thanked them for the experience. But Daddy? Daddy took me home that night, and I've never left.

Rrrrrrr!

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theneighborhoodpunk · 8 months ago

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I was 16 years old when Greg and Sara moved into the house across the street from us. They were a young married couple, mid to late 20s that were starting their little family. Sara was a school teacher with a (at the time) massive baby bump that all the women in the neighborhood loved to fawn over. Greg was a steel worker by trade, real salt of the Earth kind of guy. He would often hang out in the garage with the door open, a cold beer in his hand, fat stogie in his mouth, and a friendly disposition to anyone who he saw. Most of the families on our cul-de-sac were getting up there in age, all of the kids in the neighborhood and grown up and moved out, save for me. Everyone seemed happy to have new life in the area, and you would often find the ladies in the kitchen with Sara while the men frequently stopped by the garage on their way home from work to shoot the shit with Greg and have a beer.

In truth, Greg intimidated the hell out of me. I didn't really understand why, he was always nice enough whenever I saw him. I had grown up with older brothers and was on the baseball team at school, so it's not like I wasn't used to being around macho guys or anything. Something about the way he looked at me just made me feel kind of funny. I never really understood why until one night in my senior year.

I had been at a party with the guys from the team, and someone dropped me off in front of the house late, probably around 1 AM. We thought we were being slick so I could sneak inside, drunk as I was, but I don't know how successful we were in that regard. As I watched my friends speed away, I could hear Greg chuckle from across the street.

"Have a good night there, bud?" He was still up, fiddling away on his phone and keeping a patrol of the area. His light was the only one still on on the street.

I shrugged, not really wanting to get trapped in a conversation. I didn't want to risk my parents seeing me sneak in so late at night. "I don't have any complaints."

He laughed again, taking a big puff of his cigar as he did. "I bet, based on the way your wobbling there." I didn't think I was wobbling that bad, but it was my buddy's 18th birthday, so we were drinking a little more than normal. "Why don't you come in here and have a beer with me? Give your folks a chance to go back to sleep so maybe they won't hear you when you stumble in."

Who am I to turn down a free beer? I made my way over to his house as he got up, went to his fridge just a few feet away, and grabbed a couple beers. He handed me one as I got into the garage, and I thanked him as he motioned for me to have a seat across from him. He cracked his drink open with a smile, stogie still perched in his grin. I got that weird feeling again. "You boys tear up the town tonight?"

I took a swig of my beer, enjoying the taste. Much better than the cheap shit that we had shelled out for, that's for sure. "I don't know about that. Went down to this old field off of '74, it's pretty quiet. Just a bunch of guys from the team and a few other people. It was a good time."

He nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I remember being your age. Drinking whatever you could get, wherever you could get. Good times. 'Course, there's something to be said about not having to hide anymore." He said a laugh.

I nodded, then looked over to my house. "About that. Do you think we could shut the door? I don't want my parents to look out the window and see me over here at this time of night."

He laughed and got up and made his way to the door button, pressing it to close us up in the garage. "Sure thing. But you shouldn't worry about your parent's so much. Sheila will probably just be glad to know you're safe, and Mike's been over here plenty of times. Hell, he might even come over and join us!"

The thought of openly sharing a beer with my dad was a good one, but I don't know how well that would go over. "You think? I dunno, he likes his sleep. He gets pretty pissed off when me or my brothers used to wake him up from coming in late."

"Well that's just because you woke him up, stupid." He laughed even harder at his own joke now that we were covered up, or maybe it was just louder in general. The garage was quickly filling up with smoke now that the door was shut, but I couldn't tell if it was because he was puffing on it more aggressively or if it was just that small of a place. "Trust me, I know your old man pretty well. There's a couple of things he loves more than anything, it's a cold beer and you boys. Throw in a nice cigar? He'd be here quick."

I smiled at him, although it was hard to believe. Yeah, I knew my dad loved me and all, but enough to where his neighbor would know that much? Plus, I'd only seen my dad smoke a handful of times. Then again, I guess I never really came over here with him or anything. I thought it would be best to change the subject. "What are you doing up so late anyway?"

He sighed. "What? I'm some old fart that's got to be in bed by 10pm?" He took another drink and looked wistfully at his phone. "In truth, I was on the apps. Seeing if there was anyone around that might want to come...hang out, if you know what I mean."

The apps? Was he really saying what I thought he was? As if to answer my confusion, he continued. "Hey, first rule of the garage: no judgment here, man. A man has needs. You knock up a woman a few times as see how often she wants to suck your cock then." He looked me straight in the eyes, as if daring me to say something in defiance.

I didn't know what to say, at least in judgement. I was confused and more than a bit curious, that much was true. "So what, you just have girls over here when everyone's asleep?"

"I didn't say girls." I imagine the shock on my face said it all. He leaned over his knees and took a long drag of his cigar. "Not really cheating if it's with a faggot, right?"

I wasn't sure about the logic there, but I was too drunk and stunned to protest. "I guess not." At my admittance, he leaned back and placed the cigar back in his mouth, big smile across his face. "So what, you just have...guys over then? You do this a lot?"

He laughed. "I guess I'm pretty popular. Had my share of boys on their knees in front of me here. They especially seem to like it when I have some other guys over, we can pass 'em around like a bitch." He was messing with me, he had to be. I started to smile a bit as I nodded my head, barely keeping along with him. "How about you? You ever have any of your buddies blow you before?" I shook my head, the thought hadn't really crossed my mind. "You ever blown one of you buddies before?"

That kind of woke me up, causing me to shake my head a little more forcefully. He grinned and took a huge puff of his cigar as he started to unbutton his pants. Before I knew it, he had fished out an impressive 8 inch dick from his underwear, stroking it slowly as he looked me in the eyes. "Want to try tonight?"

He blew a cloud of smoke directly at me, and I felt a little dizzy. Between the beer, the stunning revelations, his admittedly large dick and soul piercing stare, I couldn't move. He continued to slowly stroke his cock. "Come on, boy. I've seen the way you look at me. You've wanted this since the day we met. Shit, you probably don't even realize it yet, do you?" I stayed motionless, watching him stoke himself to full mast. "Always looking over here when you think I'm not watching. Your face getting flush whenever I talk to you. I know a faggot when I see one, and you, boy?" He laughed a bit, but deeper, more menacingly. "You want my dick bad. So come on. Come to Daddy."

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theneighborhoodpunk · 9 months ago

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"Hey champ. You're home a little early." My stepdad was hanging out on the back porch, shirt off after having just mowed the grass. He was relaxing with a drink and his signature stogie, but I knew from his words he wasn't in full 'relaxation mode' yet. He only called me 'champ' if my mom was around, it was code for 'be cool and watch your fucking mouth', as he said it.

"Yeah, we were slow today so my boss told me to head out early." I was still in my uniform as I made my way up the stone path of the backyard, my car parked just outside the garage there. If I had been able to get in the garage, I would have seen my mom's car still parked in it. "Mom still home?"

"Oh, I'm right here, hunny!" My mom appeared in the back door as if she had been summoned, looking frazzled as ever. She was fumbling with her purse and car keys as she deftly maneuvered outside. "Got a late start. You know me, I'd lose my head if it weren't attached!"

We gave her a polite smile as our little family congregated in the nice spring weather. "I'm sure you have everything, dear. Your sister has already called twice, asking where you were."

"She should know by now!" My mom gaffed with a short laugh. She wasn't wrong. She turned her gaze to me. "I'm sorry you don't get to come with us, sweetie. You're a little old for a girl's weekend nowadays." I wasn't sorry, a three day trip with my mom and her sisters hadn't been appealing to me since I turned 10 years old. She turned to my stepdad now. "You'll take good care of him, right?"

"Mom, I'm 19. I don't need someone to take care of me anymore."

My mom shot me a look and my stepdad laughed. "Oh, I don't think that matters. Your mother will always worry about you. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of him while you're gone." He eyed me hungrily, like a big cat on the prowl. My mom was oblivious. She said her goodbyes, gave us each a kiss, and made her way to the garage. We waited in silence to hear her drive off, and when the coast was clear, my stepdad let out a big sigh. He fished his semi hard beer can dick out of his shorts and took a big drawl of his cigar.

"Alright, boy. You're all mine for the next three days. Get out of those stupid fucking clothes and get your mouth on my cock. I'm gunna enjoy my time in peace."

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theneighborhoodpunk · 11 months ago

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My brother-in-law had me begged as a faggot from the moment he met me. He loves to tell me that, giving me shit every time I see him. He waited until I was 18 before he fucked my ass under the mistletoe one Christmas, and I've looked forward to going home for the holidays every year since.

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theneighborhoodpunk · 11 months ago

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My brother always had a taste for the finer things in life, and both the mind and drive to get them. He had a mean streak a mile wide, so he was never above using force to get what he wanted. Growing up, he always did whatever he could to make my life a living hell. When he found out I was gay, he spent a few years tormenting and beating me without our parents being able to see the marks, and kept me afraid of him enough to where I would never dream of tattling on him. I didn't have many stereotypical 'gay' traits, so he kept me deep in the closet so I didn't embarrass him.

It wasn't until after he moved out of the house that he realized that having a gay brother could be a benefit to him instead of just a humiliation. Every time he returned home, he would find an excuse to spend time with his 'baby brother', just the two of us. The first time he made me suck his dick, I couldn't stop crying. He had done a lot of shitty things to me as a kid, but the things he said to me while making me debase myself like that to my own brother, it broke me. And then he broke in my ass.

He didn't keep me to himself for long, lending me out to his roommate after only a few times of using me. I didn't have the self confidence to tell him no, so I just took whatever degrading shit he threw my way. Being used by him and his roommate quickly became whichever of his buddies happened to be around at the time, and he convinced my parents to let me move in with him while I went to community college under the guise that I needed 'the freedom to live a little'.

One day, he had the bright idea of why should he share me with his buddies for free when he could make some passive income off of making me take whatever cock he lined up for me. Eventually he had me dropping out of school to free up my schedule, and I was taking dick all throughout town. If I wasn't servicing a man, I was in the gym so I could keep a figure worthy enough for men to pay for. He didn't beat me nearly as often, just when he was bored. I long gave up on protesting anything he told me to do, and the kind of no limits shit he advertised for me kept me in demand.

Now, years later, he's got enough money to do whatever the hell he likes. He used it smartly, using it on nice clothes and on himself to where he easily turned his boss's daughter into his wife. Has himself a house and even a couple of kids, all the while he does jack shit at his job and gets away with it because his father-in-law has a standing appointment with me on Wednesday afternoons. He keeps an apartment for me to stay in, and uses it whenever he wants to get some of his darker impulses out on me so he's the perfect husband and father. He controls what I eat, when I work out, who I talk to, who gets to fuck me (and for how much), and every other aspect of my life. He told me one day as he counted all the money I had made for him over the weekend while he relaxed after work that he loved how all this worked out between us.

It's the closest my brother has ever come to saying he loved me, and it was the happiest moment of my life. I'd do anything for him now, no matter how much he makes it hurt.

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theneighborhoodpunk · 11 months ago

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The young police officer was standing on the porch when I got home from the gym. I didn't know why, but if I had to wager a guess, it probably had to do something with my roommate, Alex. He and his girlfriend had been fighting a lot lately, loudly and without a care who could hear them. This wasn't the first time the cops had been to our rental before, and I got to admit I was getting tired of having to assure the police that everything was fine and that they were just drunk.

"This your place?" He asked bluntly as I made my way out of my car, heading up to the door. I don't know how long he had been waiting here, but long enough to where he thought he'd settle in with a cigar. The smell of it was nice, but it was pretty overwhelming in the cold, early-winter air.

"Yeah, can I ask why you're here?" I didn't mean to come off as rude, but I was tired from my workout and didn't feel like having to deal with this. Besides, Alex would be at work for at least another few hours.

"We've been getting a lot of domestic complaints from this address. Chief wanted me to do a wellness check and make sure you and your girlfriend were alright."

"That would be my roommate, actually. He's not here right now. His girlfriend doesn't live with us, I have no idea where she is."

He looked me up and down, sizing me up. I was sweating and in a damp t-shirt and pair of shorts from the gym, it was pretty uncomfortable in the cold air. "That so? You wouldn't mind if I stayed here until your roomie comes home then, would you? I'd really like to write this one off the books and be done with it."

"It's a free country, man. Help yourself." I planned on walking by the cop and sneaking my way into the house without him, but caught the door with his arm and kept it open. I wasn't about to try to fight him off for that, not particularly wanting to go to jail at this moment, so we didn't fight much here.

"What's that right there?" The door opened up into our living room, where sitting in plain sight on the coffee table was a bunch of empty beer bottles and my roommate's bong, along with a baggie of weed. He must have smoked before going to work and left it out, that fucker. The cop pushed his way passed me into the house.

"Don't you need a warrant to enter someone's property?"

"Probable cause." He walked away from me towards the table, studying what was left behind. I couldn't help but notice that since entering the house, he had started puffing more aggressively on his cigar, filling the place with his smoke like he was marking his territory. "You realize this shit is still illegal in this state, right?"

"Come on. It's in my own home, and that's not even mine. My roommate must have left it out before he left."

"You sure are blaming a lot on this roommate of yours that I don't even know for sure that he exists."

"Alex Smith. 23. Works at the packing plant down on 23rd street. He works second shift so he won't be home for another like, 3 hours."

"That so? Well, it sounds like we have two options here. Either I assume you're full of shit and this is yours and take you down to the station now, or we find a way to pass some time until this roommate of yours comes home and we can see what he has to say himself." He stared at me silently while I looked at him gobsmacked, not believing this was actually happening. "Your choice."

"Dude, that's...so not right. That's not even my shit!"

"A drug test down at the station will prove that." That may not have been my bong, but that didn't mean I was going to pass a drug test if he forced the issue. He smiled as he helped himself to a seat on the couch, draping his arm over the top of the furniture and moving one of his booted feet over his other leg. "That's what I thought. Make up your mind, or I'll make it for you."

"What do you want?"

"I'll have one of those beers, for a start." Unbelievable. I turned and headed into the kitchen, grabbed a budweiser from the fridge, and stomped back in the living room, handing it to him with more than a little bit of attitude.

"Here. You probably shouldn't be drinking on the job since you're, you know, a cop."

"Boy, your tongue does an awful lot of wagging for someone who doesn't have the upper hand. I got a better use for it." He plopped his foot on the coffee table, rattling the surface with a thump. "Put it down there, lick my boot clean."

I laughed uncomfortably, shaking my head. "Hell no. That's not happening."

He removed the boot from the table and started acting like he was getting up. "Alright then, hands behind your back."

"What? No! You can't...fine. I'll lick your boots. Just...come on, man."

He walked closer to me and grabbed me quickly. He was clearly much stronger than I was, and I was still wiped out from my workout. He had both hands pinned behind my back and cuffed tightly together before I knew it. Then, before I knew what was happening, he pushed me to the ground.

"Last chance, boy. Tongue on the leather, or your ass in the back of my squad car."

I couldn't believe I was going to do it, but I tentatively extended my tongue out and lightly started to brush the exterior of his boots. It tasted raw, specks of dirt getting stuck on my tongue, and was degrading as all hell. I couldn't help but get a little turned on by it, despite myself. He reached down and grabbed my head by the back of my hair, pushing me harder into his boots.

"That's it, bitch. Get in there nice and good. My boots better be fucking sparkling by the time you are done."

After a bit, he moved back to the couch, putting the boots back on the coffee table and dragging me closer by the hair. With my hands bound, I had no real choice but to comply. I would finish one section only to have him ash his cigar on it, rubbing it in with my cheeks, then making me start over of the section again. All the while he made sure to call me a bitch, a boy, a disgusting piece of shit. I was secretly loving it.

After a while, he must have thought I did an adequate job, because he put his feet down and dragged me closer to him. "Open wide." He forced my mouth open, then ashed his cigar directly into my mouth. It was disgusting and humiliating, rolling around on my tongue. But he wasn't finished. He wound up a spitball, and spit directly into my open mouth. He laughed as he made me swallow it.

"You did good, boy. I think you deserve a treat." He began to undo his belt, opening up his fly and pulling his pants down enough to free a thick, 8 inch cock. It was nearly the size of a fist, with powerful looking veins coursing up the sides of it. "You ever suck a cock this big before, slut?" I shook my head quickly. I had never sucked a cock before at all, but I was so damn horny in that moment I would have done anything for him. He smacked the back of my head and snapped me out of my awe. "No time like the present. Get to work, bitch."

I went to town on that cock the best I could. I tried to stretch my mouth as wide as I could, but I could only take a few inches before it became too much for me. He would pull me off of him every once in a while, smacking me and telling me to watch the teeth. He also would slam my head down on it as far as he could, which still didn't manage to get the whole thing in. I couldn't breathe, I was a disgusting mess of snot and spit, and I know I was doing a terrible job. The sick thing was that that made me so angry. I wanted to do a good job for him. Something about all this was fucking with my brain just as hard as he was fucking my mouth.

"Let's try something different. Where's your bedroom?" He helped me to my feet and I led him down the hall to where my room was. He threw me on the bed, pulling off my shoes and shorts to reveal my rock hard dick to the world, straining against my underwear. He laughed heartily around his now spent cigar, tossing it into a water cup I had next to my bed. "I knew you were a fucking faggot from the moment I saw you pull in the driveway. When does your roommate get home?"

I looked at the clock. "About two hours from now."

He grinned, smacking my ass hard. "Good. I'm going to take my time with you, boy. You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. The first time you got fucked by a real man." He gave another smack before asking if I had any lube, which I thankfully did in my nightstand drawer.

He ripped off my underwear, then tore off my shirt. He had to rip it to get it off without undoing the handcuffs, which he refused to do. He gave my ass a few more hard wacks before opening the lube and putting a generous amount of it on my asshole. He pushed a finger in roughly, getting as far in as he could. I couldn't help but let out a moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"That's just a finger, boy. Got to get your ready for the real thing. Can't have my fags scared of my big cock, you should be ready to worship it at all times."

One finger became two, then before I knew it, three. I couldn't help cry out as he opened me up, pulling muscles that had never been stretched like that before. Eventually, he must have thought I was ready. Either that, or he was running out of time and didn't care anymore.

He put more lube on my hole, then a generous amount on his hard cock. It felt intoxicating as he teased my asshole with the head, but nothing could have prepared me for when he actually started to push in. I began to scream, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. Suddenly it made sense why he wouldn't remove the cuffs from my hands.

"Come on now, boy! That's just an inch! We still got seven more to go!" He laughed at me, but he did give me some time to adjust. Not enough to where I felt okay, but enough to where I had caught my breath again. Then he did another inch. I screamed again, and he smack my ass hard again. "You got this! I know you want this! Just fucking grin and bear it, bitch!" I caught my breath, then another inch. He repeated this two more times after that, to where he was mostly in, then went ahead and rammed the remaining three inches in me like it was absolutely nothing.

I was crying on the bed, completely spent. I don't think I'd ever felt this level of pain before, and while I was still very turned on by him, this was way too much for me. He held his full dick in my ass, putting his full weight on me as he leaned down to my ear. The sensation of a fully clothed man, hard eight inch dick in my ass, pressing up against my body, was something else. He started to speak lowly into my ear, causing an eruption of pleasure. I could still smell the cigar on his breath.

"You did it, boy. I knew you could. We're just going to stay here for a bit, and I promise it'll feel good. You trust me, right? You trust your daddy?" All I could do was moan. I couldn't form a coherent sentence if I wanted to. He kissed the side of my face, surprising me with the affection.

Then, he started to move. I couldn't tell you when, but somehow, the pain was starting to be overridden by another sensation, one deep inside of me. I couldn't put a word on it, like something was, quite literally, moving something inside of me. All I knew was that it felt fucking great.

In, then out. In, then out. Little bit little, picking up the pace as he went on. Every time he pulled out of me, even just a little, I shivered as if I was missing a part of me, then a feeling of ecstasy as he went back in. Over, and over, and over again.

My moans were getting louder, and he was getting more into it. Faster now. Harder. More and more each time. He started to pull almost all the way out, then slam back into me with enough force to make me scream out, but not from pain this time. He pulled himself off my body and pulled us to the edge of the bed, using the leverage to begin to fuck the shit out me with full abandon. The harder he went, the louder I got. The louder I got, the more enthusiastic he became. Eventually, I don't think either of us could have taken it any longer. He slammed into me one more time, this time holding my ass close to him as he fill me with his warm seed. "FUCK!" He cried out, collapsing on top of me as his strength gave out. He pulled my chest into him, putting his head deep into the nook of my neck. He reached down and grabbed my own dick, which was sensitive as fuck and covered in my own sperm. I must have shot my load at some point in the fuck, completely lost in the feeling of it all. He laughed at that discovery and kissed my neck again.

"Fuck, that was good!" He started to pull out of me, leaving me with an aching feeling. I both felt sore, and felt like I was missing something, incomplete now. He smacked my ass again. "Come on, you better get some clothes on before your roomie gets home."

He uncuffed me and helped me get to my feet. I managed to get dressed and we made our way back to the living room right as Alex was coming home. He was shocked to see a cop in our home, but he explained that he was here to do a wellness check and verify that everything was okay. He didn't grill Alex for answers at all, simply took his word at everything he said. He told him to be careful and watch the volume, otherwise he might have to come back here. Alex tried to cover his bong, but the cop simply laughed and said he didn't care about it.

He asked me to follow him to his car so he could have me sign a form that verified that he came out and everything was okay. I left my roommate and followed him out to the car, where he quickly pulled out another cigar from the glove department and lit it up. I was in awe of the man.

"You really just do whatever the hell you want to while working, don't you?"

"What?"

"Smoke, drink. Fuck a guy you handcuffed and blackmailed. No one questions that?"

"I'm off the clock, boy." I stared at him for a second, dumbfounded. "I told the chief I would do the wellness check on my way home, call in if there were any problems. When I saw you, I knew I could have a bit of a fun, so I did. What I do on my down time is no one else's business."

"This...whole time? You were off the clock?"

"Yep. I can't wait to see what I can get you do to next time I clock out, either."

And that's how I became the bitch boy of Officer Matthews.

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