Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 12:45:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Abbott <justinnewjersey@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Pimp, part 7

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My New Pimp, part 7

ROBBIE MAKES A PHONE CALL


"Yo."

"Miguel?"

"Who's this?"

"Hey, it's me, Robbie.  Remember me from Philadelphia, A.J.'s friend?

Silence, then: "Yeah man, how could I forget.  You enjoying my ride and my
cash?"

"Look, man, about that.  That wasn't my idea.  A.J. cooked that shit up and
stole your car.  He just made me go along with it dude, and he said he'd
get me my drugs if I helped him.  You don't know how sorry I am and how I
want to make it up to you."

"That right?  And how exactly would you make it up to me?"

"Well, it's only been about two weeks and I bet your car is still in Miami
where he stashed it.  You could fly down here, meet me there.  You could
take me back to Philly with you and put me back to work for you."

"Sounds decent.  But I need more."

"Yeah, well, that's the good part.  I know where A.J. hangs and I could
take you there.  He dicked me over, and I'd like to help you find him.
Then you could make him pay for what he did to you, man, and if you wanted
to take him back to Philly too, like maybe tied up and thrown in your
trunk, I could help you.  I'd love to fuck him over as much as you would."

Miguel considered this for a moment as the phone went quiet.  "Yeah, maybe
I could use a vacation in sunny Florida.  I'll get a flight and be in Miami
tomorrow at five.  Where am I meeting you- where's my car at?"

"I forget the street corner but I can find it.  I'll call you on your cell
around four tomorrow and tell you where I'm at."

"How do I know you'll really be there tomorrow faggot?  I don't want to fly
down there for nothing."

"Look, Miguel- dude, I really am sorry.  I want to go back and work for
you.  And we both want to fuck over A.J.  I'm gonna have to hustle a place
to stay tonight cause I'm on the run from a tight spot.  But after we get
you your car I'll take you right to A.J. tomorrow.  He hangs at a bar for
old queers here in Lauderdale called the Satin Slipper, and I'll take you
there.  You gotta trust me, man.  I'll do anything to get back on your good
side."

"I'll expect your call tomorrow at four.  And you better not fuck me over
asshole.  I swear I'll find your skinny faggot ass and hurt you really bad
if you ain't there."  And with that Miguel hung up.

I found out later that Robbie occasionally had lucid moments between
smoking the crack pipe that his piss master gave him, and was even allowed
to get cleaned up every other day or so.  He had become really docile and
seemed to really like the whole piss scene, as disgusting as it was.

I guess the piss master would take him out once in awhile, for dinner or
drinks, to show him off, and that was when Robbie had bolted.  He didn't
have anything but the clothes on his back, and no cell phone, but he
remembered Miguel's number and called from a pay phone. What a prick.  And
to think how many times I let him blow me.  I found this all out later.  If
only I'd known what was coming.

MIGUEL IN FLORIDA

When Miguel got off the plane at three the next afternoon, he went to a bar
in the airport and waited for Robbie's call.  At four his cell rang.

"What's up?" Miguel said.

"Hey dude, it's me, Robbie.  You in town?"

"Yeah.  Where am I meeting you?

Robbie told Miguel the address, and the pimp took off in a cab.  Miguel was
feeling good.  He had an extra set of keys, and he was going to get back
his wheels.  He was in south Florida, and tonight he was going to fuck up
the cocksucker Robbie, real good, then make the queer tell him where his
real prey, A.J. was.

Miguel settled back in the cab, adjusting his swelling cock in his boxers.
He wore a tight pair of gold colored Dolce and Gabbana slacks and a tight
white shirt, unbuttoned most of the way, that showed off his tattoos on his
arms and chest.  His long black hair hung onto his shoulders.

He always got hard when he thought about beating people up, and after he
took care of disciplining his property, he was planning on getting laid by
some whore he'd pick up tonight, so he wanted to look good for her.  It was
going to be a fine night.  His cock stirred and throbbed as he thought
about A.J. trussed up with a coke bottle shoved up his ass.

When he got to the corner in question, sure enough, the faggot Robbie was
standing there next to his ride.  He grabbed his overnight bag and jumped
out.

"Hey man!  You made it!" Robbie offered, nervously.

Miguel ignored him and gave his car the once over.  Then he pulled out his
keys, and opened the door.  He jumped in and after a cough or two, the
engine roared to life.  Robbie just stood there.  Finally Miguel waved him
in.

"Tell me how to get to Lauderdale.  We gotta find your boyfriend now".

Robbie just stared at Miguel's body.  The tight pants and the tattooed,
muscular upper body brought him back to Philadelphia and how jealous he was
that only A.J. ever got to suck their pimp's cock.

Robbie gave Miguel directions.  Traffic was heavy, but by six they were in
Lauderdale.  Robbie showed his pimp the bar where A.J. hustled, and the
block where he could usually be found at night.

Miguel checked into a hotel, and told Robbie to come with him to his room.

"Faggot, you know you gotta be punished."  Robbie just stood there and
nodded.

"This here's gonna be one of many times where I'm gonna hafta fuck you up
for what you did.  You know you got that coming.  And believe me, I like
hurting faggots. Strip down to your panties, cunt, and get on your knees."

Robbie pulled off his sneaks, his tee shirt, and his jeans.  He kneeled on
the floor in front of Miguel wearing just his boxers.

Miguel smacked him across the face.  "You stupid, motherfuckin faggot.
What the fuck were you and your boyfriend thinking when you did that shit
to me? " Miguel's voice was extra loud, even though the TV was blasting.

He smacked Robbie again, three or four times, so hard the boy fell over,
but Robbie knew better than to lay there and quickly got back up on his
knees.  "I oughtta cut you, so nobody ever wants your sorry faggot ass
again.  But I need you to make me back all that money you stole."  He
punched Robbie in the face, and the teenager fell over.

But Robbie came too pretty quickly, when he felt Miguel kick him in the
nuts.  "Get the fuck up you stupid bitch.  Face that wall and put your
hands up against it."  Robbie quickly scrambled up and obeyed.

Then Miguel pulled off his belt, and yanked down the kid's boxers from
behind.  He proceeded to lay on nearly thirty lashes, whipping the boy's
back and ass until his arm gave out.  Welts appeared and blood oozed from
several.  "You motherfuckin stupid white bitch.  You ever do anything again
to piss me off and I swear I'll cut your balls off and stuff em in your
cocksucking mouth."

Robbie fell to the floor, sobbing, and apologizing to his pimp.  "Now get
dressed and get the fuck outta here.  But be back here at eleven."

Robbie quickly pulled on his clothes.  Miguel stood there, belt in hand, a
raging hard on tenting out his pants.  He pulled down his fly, and his huge
cock sprang out of the fly in his boxers.

"Before you go, take care of this", and Robbie fell again to his knees, and
greedily took his pimp's steel hard cock in his mouth.

PART 8: MORE REVENGE FOR MIGUEL