Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2008 17:02:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt LastName <matt4rentdc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Consented Blackmail Part 3

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reserved.

This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior
written permission by the author.



     I was jolted awake by the painful feeling of the maintenance room door
being slammed open into my legs...


"Well, well. I thought I saw your Jeep still parked outside. What's wrong?
Hanging around so you can get some more cock?"


     I was sure I knew that voice, but I lifted my head to confirm. Yep, it
was Mike. He was dripping sweat and looked like he had just returned from
the gym. I wasn't sure if I was happy to see him or scared...


Me: "Mike! You have to get me out of here, please! I'm wedged in down here,
and my ass is burning on this fucking heater! Please just pull me out!"

Mike: "Interesting...you turn down my generous offer upstairs and now you
want a favor from me??? Maybe I should just leave you here for one of the
other residents to find..."

Me: "Please! I won't be your slave, but I'll do anything else you want!
I'll even let you fuck me again! Just get me out of here and untie me!"

Mike: "Oh I want to do more than fuck you. If I let you out, you'll do
anything I tell you to do while we're down here, understand?"

Me: "Whatever, just let me out!"

Mike: "Ok, just let me get something."


     Mike disappeared for a good 20 minutes. He returned with a hamper full
of dirty clothes and another man following behind him with a video camera
on his shoulder.


Mike: "Slut, this is my good friend Kyle. You'll be making a video today to
document our time together and he'll be recording it, as well as watching
the stairs for unwanted visitors. You can thank him properly later. In the
meantime, here's how it's going to go down. If any words come out of your
cocksucking mouth except for "Yes sir" after my statement, Kyle and I will
leave, pull the fire alarm, and let you explain yourself to the Fire
Department.
     "Now, as I said, we're going to make a video. You'll follow every
order I give you as you play the part of the cockhungry faggot slut who
will do anything for dick. You will smile for the camera and beg to become
my bitch. I've written you a little script to follow along with, but feel
free to improvise. I'll be untying you now for the video. Don't think about
running because I still have your information. Understood?"

Me: "Yes sir..."


     With those words, Mike yanked me out of the crevice and stood me up
before him. He laughed at my red ass and said he'd remember this torture
method for future slaves as he gave it a few whacks. He quickly cut off my
bonds, had me pick up the panties and slide them on, and pushed me out into
the hallway. I turned and was greeted by Kyle, who already had the camera
on a tripod aimed right at me. He had his cock out in one hand and some cue
cards in another. He grinned as he saw me and pressed what I assume was the
record button on the camera once Mike came out of the maintenance
room. Mike mouthed "follow along" as he turned towards me.


Mike: "Who are you? I just came down to do my laundry and find some half
naked freak in the halls??? Get the fuck out of here!"

Me: "Sorry mister," I said following the script, "I've been looking for
cock all day and hoped I would be able to find some here. Would you give me
some cock sir?"

Mike: "What a disgusting faggot! I oughta beat the shit out of you right
now! Look at you! You're covered in cum, you smell like piss, and your body
looks like a filthy billboard. And why are you wearing panties? And is your
ass taped shut???"

Me: "Well sir, I only wear panties because I'm no better than a
bitch. Pussies are covered by panties and I have one. It's just in a
different place."
     "I tape my pussy shut because that's where I keep my favorite
toy. It's a big green cucumber that keeps my slut hole stuffed and ready
for giant cocks!"

Mike: "You really are sick... Still, I haven't gotten off in awhile and
could use a warm hole for my cock. I don't stick my dick in pussy slut boys
for nothing though. You have to earn it."

Me: "Yes sir, thank you so much! I'll do anything just to see your big
cock, let alone touch it or taste it!"

Mike: "Then start with my laundry bitch!"


     Taking the cue, I started taking the clothes out of his hamper and
transferring them to the front-loading washer. The hamper was filled with
nothing but dirty stinky socks and jockstraps and briefs with crusty
cum/piss/shit stains. I managed to squeeze them all into the overloaded
washer and began to close the door when I felt a sting on my butt...


Mike: "You're forgetting something," Mike said, gesturing to himself and
raising his arms.


     Of course he wanted the clothes he was wearing thrown in the wash
too. I walked over to him and lifted his shirt over his head and arms. I
was instantly greeted by the strong smell of his nasty sweaty pits. Still
trying to look happy for the camera, I let out a gasp as if I were in awe
of his physique.
     I slowly kneeled down, untied his shoes, gently pulled them off, and
set them to the side. I peeled each disgusting sweaty sock off his large
feet and placed them with his shirt.
     Next were his shorts. I smiled at the camera and licked my lips as I
slowly pulled them down his muscular thighs and off of his legs. Underneath
he wore your standard white jockstrap which was straining to contain the
large cock which had fucked me only hours before. I kissed the pouch, (per
the cue cards), and pulled the jock down his legs. His cock bobbed out and
slapped me in the face. I just smiled and let out a little giggle. I looked
up at Mike's grinning face and saw he was clearly enjoying the show.
     I picked up the clothes and stuffed them in the washer. I asked Mike
for some soap and quarters and he said he could just wash them
later.. However, he couldn't wash his shoes, so he said I'd need to do that
myself. I could take a hint. I dropped into my knees in front of the
camera, picked up a shoe in each hand, and licked up and down each sole;
sucking each shoelace clean, and sticking out my tongue to show how much
dirt and grime I had collected
     When Mike was satisfied with my performance, he spoke:


Mike: "You do a good job faggot! I'm almost ready to slip you some cock I
think! However, it would be rude of me to fuck you while I'm so dirty, what
just coming from the gym and all."

Following the cue cards, I cried out, "No sir! I'll take any cock,
anywhere, anytime! Dirty, clean, small, large! It doesn't matter!"

Mike: "No, no, I insist. Even a cockwhore like you should have a clean cock
up their ass once in awhile. Get over here and clean me up!"


     I crawled over to Mike and began licking at his feet and toes. He
lifted each foot to let me get under them and clean off all the
laundry/maintenance room dirt. Then I began lapping my way upwards. Calves,
knees, thighs, all covered in a light sheen of sweat generated by the heat
of his workout and the maintenance room. I moved on to his torso and
cleaned the lint out of his navel, sucked on his sweat-soaked chest hair
and nipples, and finished up with his salty pits, making sure to groan in
pleasure as I covered each body part with my tongue.
     He pulled his tight ass apart, signaling my next task. I kneeled down,
held my breath, and slowly stuck my tongue against his hole. He immediately
backed up, pushing my head against the wall and then burying it in his
ass. My tongue extended fully into his chute and flailed about wildly as I
gasped for air. He began fucking himself on my tongue, pulling himself
forward and then slamming his ass back into my face. Eventually he slowed
down and was content to allow me to finish cleaning him. Finally, he turned
around and let me take care of his sweaty cock and balls.


Mike: "Excellent work slut! I'm feeling squeaky clean!"

Me: "Thank you sir. Would you please, please fuck me now???"

Mike: "Well you know, I was gonna, but that was so much work, you must be
starving! I don't want to fuck you on an empty stomach, it could be
dangerous! Why don't you fetch your "toy" out of your cunt and I'll fix you
a drink!"

Me: "Ummmmmmm! Yummy yummy," I cheered for the camera.


     I slowly removed the tape that was covering my hole. The cucumber
slipped out of my stretched opening and onto the hard floor. It was
glistening with every color of a very disgusting rainbow.
     Sir pointed to the floor in front of him. I picked up my dinner and
got to my knees at his feet. He produced a glass and filled it with a
yellow stream of piss. Once full, he stopped his flow and set the glass in
front of me. He placed his cockhead into my mouth and let the rest of his
stream flow down my throat.


Mike: "Bon appetite, bitch!"

     I licked Mike's old cum and my own assjuices off of the cucumber,
throwing in small sips of piss in an attempt to nullify the taste. Once I
had cleaned it off, I'd take a bite, swallow, drink some piss, dunk the
rest of the cucumber into the piss, and repeat until it was all gone. I
willed myself not to puke as I once again begged Mike to fuck me...


Me: "Please sir, my stomach is full now! Please, please, please fill my
pussy with your big cock!"

Mike: "Ok then cumdump... I shouldn't, but you've earned it!"


     With that, Mike moved behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and
started rubbing his hard cock up and down the panty-clad crack in my
ass. Then, he bent me over and pushed my head into the washing machine
filled with his dirty clothes. My surprised mouth was filled with an old
crusty jockstrap as Mike began humping my ass. He succeeded in fucking a
hole into the thin panties and plowed right into my ass. My cries of pain
were muffled by the constant rotation of old socks and underwear in my
mouth as my head bobbed around within the machine while Mike continued to
pound my boi cunt. He came soon enough and I felt my insides drowning in
his seed.
     He pulled out of me and yanked my head out of the machine. He slapped
my face, pushed me down to my knees, and wiped his cock off on in my
hair. Kyle stepped out from behind him, grabbed me by the hair, and started
beating my face with his dick. I opened my mouth and he shoved his full
length down my throat. He used my hair to pull my head up and down on his
cock as he violently facefucked me. He deposited a thick load down my
throat which he washed down with a stream of his piss. He pulled out of my
mouth and allowed me to lick him clean while Mike spoke...


Mike: "Ok boy, we're even. Now get the fuck out of this building by the
time I count the three or I'll call all the residents down here to see the
slut who lives in our basement. One...two..."

     I spit Kyle's cock out of my mouth and darted up the stairs, happy to
be free but nervous about what would happen next. I swung the building door
open and took a moment to get my bearings. It was dark out...and
cold...REALLY cold. Even my asshole which was still oozing Mike's cum out
and down my legs was freezing. I saw bushes to my right and realized they
must follow the entire building. Finally some luck! I ducked behind them
and began crawling through them in my quest to reach my effects beneath
Mike's window. Sharp thorns poked my naked skin and scraped my exposed
asshole but I crawled on. The panties, my one article of clothing, were
contantly getting tangled in the brush. I considered sliding out of them
but did not want to risk being completely naked in public.
     I finally reached the space beneath Mike's window and started
sobbing. My clothes were there alright, but they had been shredded into
unwearable stips of cloth. Just as bad, I found my wallet and keys in a
deep puddle of piss and my shoes were nowhere to be found. That fucker Mike
had obviously done this while I was sleeping in the maintenance room. I
looked up and saw him waving at me through the window. I sat back against
the building and cried into my hands.
     I heard a window open and for a brief moment thought maybe Mike was
taking pity on me and would toss me down some clothes. I looked up and saw
a bucket spilling over. Not a bucket full of clothes but of cold water
raining down on me. The water soaked me from head to toe and I was soon
shivering in the cold cold wind.


Mike: "I said get the fuck out of here cockgobbler. NOW!"


     "Fuck it," I thought. I grabbed my keys and wallet and tried to shake
the piss off as best as I could. I jumped up, hopped over the bushes, and
darted to my Jeep. I don't know if anyone saw me. I didn't care. I focused
only ahead of me as I raced across the street to my ride. I quickly slid my
key into the door and let myself in. I sat down on my wet seat, started the
engine, and peeled out of the neighborhood. If you'll notice, I said "wet"
seat. That's right. Mike, (and probably Kyle), had pissed all over my
interior. Seats, dashboard, top, everywhere. I didn't care though. I had
learned that I definitely had no interest in men or kinky sex games and now
I was finally free.

     Or was I...duh duh duh!


Thanks for the feedback on Parts 1/2. Let me know how you like Part 3!
Thanks!  matt4rentdc@yahoo.com