Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2016 16:35:14 +0000
From: rob roberts <rr2254@hotmail.com>
Subject: Frankie   Ch. 5

Frankie Chapter 5

This is a story of gay erotica. It is entirely fiction. Don't read if
offended by this kind of material or if illegal to read where you are.

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Evan and I were together now working as whores for the most part, for
Jamal. He fed us and let us stay in one of his crappy rooms which we were
required to fix up and paint and remodel. The room only had a big bed in it
and some big eye blots in the walls to which he chained us.

It had been at least a month of us together. When we weren't working, or
cleaning , he made us exercise to keep mostly Evan fit. I had developed a
little myself , something I had never figured would happen to me. He kept
Evan pretty much shaved clean and me hairy. He called me chimp boy due to
my hairy body . I was surprised that I got almost as many takers as
Evan. Most of my clients were fat older guys who usually smelled bad . As
were together almost 24/7, Evan and I had gotten close and it no longer
fazed either one of us to be chained to the wall waiting while the other
one was fucked and raped or we performed other horrible things for the
clients. We were told once hired, we had to do whatever the client wanted.

It took Evan awhile to come to grips with the idea that neither one of us
would get away. He kept us naked even parading us around outside, naked a
often dirty. Evan had a bargain with Jamal that he would work off his debts
to Jamal and be free. The longer we stayed though, the more we owed him
according to what he told us. Finally, tearfully Evan asked about his debt
and Jamal just smirked at him and said he would never be free. Evan cried
like a baby as he still thought of himself as a straight boy. I really
didn't care as I liked being Jamal's boy, (I guess that's why he kept me)
Evan cried and I had to comfort him. Jamal increased his drugs which kept
him mostly a little out of it until he was finally broken. I only hated the
smelly guys, mostly just hillbillie types and didn't care who serviced them
as long as they got their rocks off. Others sought us out and we were used
by Latino immigrants, blacks and anyone else who heard of this town and
wanted to rape a boy

Eventually, Evan kind of came around and accepted he was just meat. I
envied him some as he got the better looking guys but like me, he hated
some of the stuff they did to his body.

Our boy holes were stretched and we suffered through getting pissed and
sometimes even shit on. We still were hosed down especially after hard use
where we sometimes bled a little.

Evan came to kind of love me as I was all he had left. We slept cuddled
together and I offered myself to him. He appreciated that all he had was
me.

We had our daily crapping and pissing outdoors where sometimes guys just
paid a small fee to watch us and then after finishing, eating one another
out. They laughed and cheered as we put on more shows for Jamal to amuse
himself with as well as those guys who just liked to watch.

Jamal added beating to us as well calling us all kinds of names. We had no
pride anymore and just really existed.  He would beat us or allow others to
do it as were were made to suck and lick one another.  Usually before the
event was done, the paying customers were allowed to piss on us or even a
few times, take a crap on our faces as we ate and licked each other and the
customers.  We were treated like and began to act like animals. Jamal kept
us hungry most of the time and when fed, we ate with out faces in a bowl of
crap food while people laughed at us.

The local sheriff even became aware of what was going on. In this back
water town, he got paid to allow it to happen. So much for protecting and
serving as their police cars so prominently displayed.

Jamal had a few other boys he got somewhere. I assume they were runaways
and he beat them a lot and made us even beat them into submission before he
usually found buyers and sold them . We would see them shackled and led off
naked and dirty to waiting trucks that took them to who knows where.

Over time, other policemen came and used us too and sometimes brought Jamal
some kid they picked up who was briefly added to our little club. They
suffered the same fate as us. I have no idea why he didn't sell us too but
he kept us together.

His father and little brother as well as my brother and his buds would be
allowed to used us freely. You know any hot hole was good for them as most
of my brother's buds had a tougher time getting girls to fuck. When they
did, they left us alone.

His father and brother would sometimes get to beat us. They loved to beat
the "infidels" as they called us.

Jamal was making big profits I guess with his sales of boy whores and the
rental of us. His father seemed to think it appeared that Jamal was
becoming some kind of really good businessman and he was respected for it.

Our town was too far off the beaten track to draw much attention. Jamal did
open a porn store and peep show house one the property. In that area, most
people didn't have the internet so having local videos of all kind of sex
acts, was popular. Between the store and Jamal's businesses, his family was
probably the wealthiest in town.

When we weren't rented by the hour, he made us work the little club he set
up in full view of anyone who wanted to investigate. They never did
though. We were either servers or made to perform on stage doing erotic
dances. He billed us the chimp and the boy and even made us fuck on
stage. We got tips but his brother grabbed all the money we made

Sometimes he would take us to other places where he whored us out.  He even
contemplated renting us out in some big city. The two of us and some other
young guys who he hired ( they got to keep their tips) put on shows almost
daily. We were exhausted by the time we were led back to our room hands
tied and leashes attached to our balls sacks . We just collapsed on the bed
and slept until he woke us up the next morning .

The worst was pet night when we were led to the stage and some of the
country boys were allowed to bring their big dogs in . Yep, you guessed it,
the dogs fucked us and we had to endure the fucking of our boy pussies and
getting knotted.  We screamed and hollered but some of it was for show as
our holes were so stretched by then that we sometimes didn't have any
feeling their anymore.

After the dog ordeal were placed doggy style on table and the brutes would
enjoy fisting us. I hated to tell Evan but he knew, that both of our holes
were big and sloppy

As animals we didn't care anymore. We found we got fewer beatings the more
extreme our sexual escape became. The hired dancing boys would watch and
evne laugh at us as they danced provocatively on the tiny stage . It was
against the law in our state to dance naked but that was never
enforced. Sometimes the sheriff and his deputies were watching the whole
thing.

Jamal got so bold that he even let us walk naked down the street. Even
young kids saw us but nobody cared. Jamal and his family were bringing lots
of money to this tiny town

Nobody ever really came there other than locals or someone who got
lost. The sheriff or his men would guide them back quickly to the
interstate before they got much of a picture of what the town became.

Even my own father came one time to see what I had become. He just smiled
and enjoyed it He even fisted Evan as I got fisted by some other guy My
brother who wasn't of legal age was a regular to our shows.  Sometimes,
working for Jamal, he led us or other boys around on a leash to provide
service to customers. Mostly they just pissed in our mouths. He was paid to
lead us around and got great tips I was told.

The local church closed down as more and more people either left the town
as it was too disgusting or just gave up appreciating that they had to pay
hardly any taxes anymore due to all the sex trade that came to town.

Most of the local stores except for Jamal's father store, closed as there
was little business.

Evan was now probably about 21. I was twenty four. We both feared that
younger kids who were kind of leased out to Jamal from their own parents,
we a bit younger than we. We felt we were really used us. When Jamal
paraded us around, we were like animals leaking out of our stretched
asses. We being somewhat drugged as many of the younger kids were too,
didn't care.

Jamal had added, as I mentioned, other boys but he must have had a kind of
fondness for Evan and I as he kept us with him, When he took us places, we
were his toilet and available to suck him as he drove his car.

My life has not turned out as I expected. Who would have expected this, We
are both trash now and I suspect that one day, Jamal will tire of us. He
already has other boys around that he fucks and uses more than us. We are
just there.  My greatest fear is that when we get a bit older, he will
simply snuff us out. I hear that has happened to some of the guys. In the
meantime, his chimp and his boy will try to stay loyal as he is all we
have. We no longer resent the treatment. We jut hope the next day isn't our
last. I doubt he will sell us or ship us anywhere as our holes are so
sloppy now from fisting and double fuckings and rape by dogs and such that
are insides do come out some when we crap or are told to shit out the loads
of cum in us. I love Evan and I think he loves me as much as he can. I just
hope that when the final day coes, he will drug as and we will just not
wake up and that we are dead before he pitches us in a hole somewhere to be
totally forgotten.