Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2016 17:56:21 -0500
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Putting Him In His Place part 1

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You know what turns out to be a really good time? Putting a mother-fucking
prick in his place.

My name is Rick. Jay and I were never best buds, but we went to the same
school and hung out with a lot of the same people. He was the guy with the
advantages—his dad was our football coach and his mom was a lawyer. They
weren't exactly rich, but they were a fuck-sight better off than a lot of
us. In high school, Jay jumped into weight-lifting and football. Of course
he became the quarterback in our junior year.

I worked out and played football too, but I didn't have his star power in
our little town. My dad is a mechanic and Mom stayed at home taking care of
us kids. So Jay had more, but them's the breaks, right? That's just the way
life works. He and I were OK.

Right up till the day in our senior year when I walked in on my girlfriend
trying to swallow his cock. I dumped the bitch, of course, and I wouldn't
touch her even when she came crying back to me. She tried to make it sound
like what she did was no big deal because—according to her—he never
even got hard.  Like I gave a shit how hard his dick was when she was
slobbering on it.

It wasn't pretty after that. The next time I got him alone, Jay and I beat
the shit out of each other. And then we did it again the week after
that. And again a couple of weeks later. We both got suspended, but of
course I'm the one that got kicked off the team.

Whatever. He went off to OSU and I got in one year of community college
before I dropped out and got a maintenance job with the state park
service. I saved up and got a used F-150 and my latest girl and I rented a
nice double-wide together. Maybe life wasn't amazing, but it was OK.

A few years went by. One evening after work I strolled into Planks—my
favorite bar—past a beautiful silver BMW that stood out in the crowd of
pick-ups and muddy SUVs. You guessed it. When I got inside, Jay was there,
laughing it up in the big corner booth with half the regulars around
him. He looked just like he did when he went off to college, but maybe a
filled out a little more and even better dressed. He definitely hadn't
stopped lifting.

I didn't flip out. It had been a few years, after all. But I sure as hell
didn't join the crowd. I parked myself at the bar, faced the TV and ordered
a beer.

It wasn't 10 damn minutes till he clapped me on the shoulder. "Rick! Hey
man—how's it going? Long time, no see!" He shot me his smarmy grin that
showed off his bleached-white teeth.

I didn't punch him. Like I said, it had been a few years. Plus I didn't
want to get shut out of my favorite bar. So I grunted "Hey" and hoped he'd
go away.

No such luck. He parked himself on the stool next to me like we were
long-lost buddies and started talking. I heard about everything: How great
he'd done at OSU, how he'd landed a great job as a sales executive (no
surprise) for some big software company, how he was engaged to a babe who
was still a cheerleader in her senior year at OSU, blah, blah blah. I don't
think he asked me a thing about my life, but I was fine with that. It let
me focus on the TV and get away with the occasional "uh huh" and nod.

Finishing my beer was my excuse to get out of there ("Don't want to get
drunk and drive, you know"—as if I didn't normally have a whole
pitcher). I resisted the urge to key that BMW when I passed it again.

A few days later I was surprised to see his car again, this time in the
middle of the afternoon. I was making a routine maintenance trip out to
Adam's Lake Park—we have to make occasional passes through all the
restrooms that are staggered around the lake to take care of everything
from broken toilet-paper holders to leaky faucets. That shiny silver BMW
was next to a rusty Camry in one of the parking areas at the back of the
lake.

Thankfully, I didn't see him around. Nobody else was around either, but
that's pretty typical back there.  I figured he was walking a trail or
fishing and I had a good chance to finish up and get out of there before I
got stuck listening to him again. I grabbed my kit and headed for that
restroom.

The restrooms in that park are painted cinderblock buildings. Nothing
fancy. They have long, screened windows spaced out under the roofline for
ventilation, and just as I passed one I heard a Latino voice say something
in Spanish and then "Fuck yeah, man. You suck so good."

I froze.

Look, it's not like we don't know this shit happens. Part of the job is
patching glory holes that fags make between the stalls in these isolated
restrooms. But I didn't want to see it. I thought for a second about
following the rules and calling the cops like I'm supposed to, but I didn't
want to get stuck there dealing with that either. I turned to walk away
when another voice said "God damn, I love your cock."

That voice sounded a little out of breath, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't
have made the connection if I hadn't just seen his car. It was fucking Jay!

Yeah, I froze again. The Latino voice started up again, moaning and
rambling in Spanish with occasional English outbursts about what a great
job his cocksucker was doing.

I was in shock. No matter what I thought about him, it would never have
crossed my mind that Jay was a fag. I'd seen him in the locker room and I
knew damn good and well that there was a reason we were both popular with
the ladies back in school—just about the only thing we had in common was
that we were both hung like donkeys compared to the other guys on the team.

I stood grinning under that window as quietly as I could, listening to the
unmistakable slurping and moaning. I fished out my phone and held it up to
try to get a picture through the window, but the angle was wrong. Damn, I
wished I could get a snap of big-shot Jay down on his knees, slobbering on
some filthy dick in a public restroom! That would go a long damn way toward
bringing him down off his pedestal.

The Latino broke loose with an explosion of Spanish and stopped. I knew I
was gonna miss my chance if I didn't do something, and I could only think
of one thing. It was totally gross, but it would be worth it if it worked
out. I set my kit down, stepped quietly over to the door and waited. A
couple of minutes later, it swung open and a chubby Mexican dude came
out. I nodded at him and grabbed the door like I just happened to be going
in right then.

There were only two stalls in that restroom and I was in luck: One of them
was still occupied. I grinned— I'd have been screwed if he'd come out at
the same time as the Mexican.

I slipped into the open stall. Sure enough, there was a glory-hole bigger
than my fist in the divider. I dropped my pants and sat down, and made a
point to lean back so he wouldn't be able to see my face.  Nothing happened
for a couple of minutes. I wasn't really sure how I'd get him to take the
bait.

I didn't need to worry about it. I guess he waited just long enough to
decide that I wasn't taking a shit and then he started slowly tapping his
foot over by the partition where I could see it. So that's how it's done. I
moved my foot toward him and started tapping. Not two seconds later, he
poked the tip of his finger through the hole.

You can't get much more obvious than that. I stood up quickly and slid my
soft dick through. My phone was already in my hand and ready. I touched the
video button and slid the edge of the phone through the little gap between
the edge of the partition and the wall, where the camera would be facing
him from the side.

"Oh fuck." I felt his breath on my junk when he said that. Then took my
shaft in his hand and started gently squeezing and tugging. A couple of
seconds later, his lips slid over my fat cock-head.

I hadn't given myself any time to think about it but, if I had, there is NO
WAY I'd have expected him to get me hard. I just wanted to get some video
that would prove that he's really nothing but a worthless cocksucker.

Jay's mouth was blazingly hot and wet. He slid up my shaft until his lips
were wrapped around the base of my cock and then slowly, slowly dragged
back down, nursing and sucking the whole way. His knees were by my feet and
in my mind I had a perfect image of the cocky asshole. He moaned around my
dick and I could almost see his eyes rolling back in his head.

I loved it. I loved that Jay was being a cocksucking faggot for me. I loved
that I was getting it all on video.  My dick swelled along with my pride
and he coughed and gasped as it worked its way into this throat.  I've got
a fat nine inches, and he worked it all.

He pulled off and panted. "God damn, man. That's a big one!" He dived back
down on it, forcing it all the way into his throat. Just when he started
gagging, he pulled back. I SO wanted to grab his head and make him choke on
my cock, but the partition kept him safe from me.

He dove down again and again, over and over, holding my fat swollen
cockhead in his throat a little longer every time until finally his gag
reflex was beaten into submission. Then he started fucking his face on my
meat, taking long slow strokes, dragging my mushroom head from his lips,
along his tongue, into his throat, and then all the way back. I was so
blown away that it was Jay doing it that it didn't sink in right away that
it was the best damn blowjob I've ever had in my life. Most of my
girlfriends wouldn't get more than the head in their mouth.

He sucked and slobbered and moaned like a bitch in heat and I never said a
word. After at least 10 or 15 minutes of the way he worshipped my rod, I
felt my cum start to boil in my nuts. I didn't know if he expected a
warning or not, but I wasn't about to give him one. He was gonna take my
wad like a bitch. I had to clench my jaw and my eyes watered from the
effort of not making a sound that would let him know what was coming.

Just when his lips hit the base of my shaft again and my cock-head pushed
into his throat, I blew. My heavy nut-sack squeezed up tight and a rope of
cum sprayed straight down his gullet. He choked and coughed loudly and
jerked his head back, but another spurt coated his mouth before he could
get all the way off. He kept coughing, but he pumped my dick with his hand
while I sprayed two more shots at him.  His knees didn't move, so I knew he
had to be covered in my cum.

He was panting and gasping for air on the other side of the divider. "Jesus
Christ, man. You could drown a man with a load like that," he said. I
started to pull back, but he said "hold on." He quickly took my softening
dick back in his mouth and nursed it gently, cleaning it while it
deflated. When he finally let it slip out of his mouth, he sighed. "God
damn, you're hot. I'd love to try getting fucked by this thing sometime."

I think my eyes bugged out of my head and I almost dropped my phone. It's
one thing to be a cocksucking fag, but it's a whole different level of
depraved for a man to actually want to take it up the ass. All the sudden,
I wanted to wash his spit off my dick. I spun away from the hole so he
couldn't see me, yanked up my pants and got out of there.

I couldn't wait to see the video, but I threw my kit in my truck and got
the hell out of there. I didn't want him to see me and maybe put two and
two together if he came back to his car. I had an idea for some fun, but I
wouldn't get a chance to do it if he figured out it was me.

* * *

The video was perfect.  He was totally clear and it was fucking awesome to
watch him slobbering and moaning over my dick like a bitch. There were a
few times when you could see his dick too—like I remembered, it was just
as big as mine and drooling precum but, excited as he was, it was hanging
down and never really got hard.

Anybody that knew him would recognize him, and there was no doubt at all
who it was when he talked.  That night, I worked out my plan for what I was
gonna do to him. I wanted to scare him, but not so bad that he'd run to the
police.

The first thing I did was dig up his email address (thanks, social media)
and create a new email account of my own that no one would recognize. I
started with a simple note: "I KNOW UR A COCKSUCKER."

I gave it a day, but didn't get an answer. When I thought about it, I
wasn't too surprised—he probably didn't know what to say. Maybe he hoped
it was a joke. The next night, I ramped it up with another note: "HEY
FAGGOT. DOES YOUR MOMMY AND DADDY KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE?" I figured out how to
snag the last few seconds of video, where he was still holding my dick and
saying that he wanted to get fucked by me sometime, and I attached that.

That got an answer. "Who is this? What do you want?"

Of course I wasn't gonna tell him who it was. "YOU DO WHAT I TELL YOU OR
EVERYONE GETS TO SEE THE WHOLE THING. MAYBE SOME OF THEM CAN TELL US WHAT
THAT MEXICAN FREAK WAS SAYING WHEN YOU WERE SWALLOWING HIS KNOB." Then I
spelled out what I wanted from him.

Twenty minutes later I got his reply, and I knew I had him. He begged me to
tell him who I was (I ignored that again) and attached the pictures I'd
asked for. Nice clear shots of his face and worked out body, a clear shot
of his dick looking like it was just starting to get hard, and a good shot
of his muscled ass, raised up toward the camera like an offering.

I told him he was a good bitch and he'd hear from me again when I was
ready. Then I ignored everything else from him for the next week while I
was getting things set up.

I took all the pictures except the one with his face—I was saving
that—and posted an ad on some of the sleaziest web sites I could find:

LOOKING FOR GENEROU$ GUYS WHO WANT TO FUCK AN ASS LIKE THIS. DISCRETION
PROMISED. I WILL BE HOODED. YOU CAN HAVE FUN WITHOUT ME SEEING YOU. CONTACT
FOR DETAILS.

I already mentioned that I don't live in that big of a town. I figured I'd
be lucky to get one or two bites, and I might even have to set things up in
Columbus (the closest big city).

A dozen guys emailed me over the next couple days! I had no idea there were
so many guys who wanted to fuck another dude without anybody knowing. I
wanted to see who these guys were, but I couldn't ask for pictures since
the ad talked about discretion. I knew how to handle this, though.

I reserved two adjoining rooms at a truck-stop motel out on the highway for
the next Saturday, and sent Jay his instructions. I told him in no
uncertain terms that he was gonna get fucked like a bitch by more than one
dude, and this was his last chance to back out. If he didn't want to go
through with it, then all he had to do was let me know and I'd send the
whole video of him sucking dick to his parents and his company and we'd be
done. He begged me not to do that, and swore he'd be there.

The park service has a lot of supplies, and I borrowed some of what I
needed from them. I got the rest online and had it overnighted. It hurt to
spend that money, but I figured I'd make it up that weekend.

I got to the motel a few hours early and sent each guy the final
instructions, plus the room number and his own time-slot. Then I hid three
cameras and a couple of mics in the room and made sure I could capture all
the action from the adjoining room on the park-service laptop that I'd
borrowed. It was perfect. I put a leather hood on the bed.

I got hard just looking at the empty room, imagining that prick Jay
debasing himself for other men. I fucking loved the idea of turning him
into a worthless whore.

I was watching through the blinds when he pulled into the parking lot 15
minutes early. He sat out there with his car running for a long time. Just
when I figured he was going to back out, he shut the car off and got out. I
laughed. He was a little pale and he kept glancing around, but he was
following instructions.

A couple of minutes later, he walked passed my room and I hit the record
button on the laptop. He pushed open the door that I'd left ajar and I saw
him take in the room. I have to give him credit, I guess—I figured there
was a good chance he'd freak out and run at the last second, but he didn't.

He stripped down to his jock-strap, folded his clothes, and dropped them
with his wallet and phone into one of the drawers. I could tell his muscles
had a good pump; the little bitch had done what I told him and worked out
to look good for the men who were gonna take his ass. It took him a few
minutes to get the hood figured out, but he got it on. He was blind, but
his mouth was still exposed so he could breathe and suck dick. He stretched
out on the stomach on the bed and waited.

Right on time, there was a knock at my door and an envelope slid under. I
popped it open just to make sure the $100 I'd asked for was there and then
I slid a plastic card-key under for the customer. A few seconds later, the
door to the other room opened. I saw Jay twitch on the bed, but he didn't
move.

The first customer was a guy I didn't recognize. He was short and fat—an
easy 350 pounds—and looked to be in his 50's with a couple of days of
beard. He lumbered around the room, pulling off his pants and shoes as fast
as he could manage, which wasn't very. He left his XXXL t-shirt
on. Finally, he squeezed Jay's ass-cheeks like he was testing a
melon. "Nice. Move over. I'm gonna lay on my back and you're gonna sit on
my dick."

Fattie squeezed onto the bed, and it sank under his weight. That probably
gave Jay his first clue, but he had to really know how obese this guy was
when he started feeling around to get on top of him. I laughed at the
monitor, wishing I could see his expression under that hood.

The guy's dick had been hidden, but when he lay down it jutted up. It was
probably six inches and had a stubby thickness to it. Jay squatted down
toward it, and his own package was plump in his jockstrap, but it didn't
look like he was hard. In another window on my screen, I saw the customer's
dick-head slide into Jay's crack and wedge there for a second. Jay reached
back, took Fattie's dick in his hand, and held it upright. He lowered his
weight, and the guy's dick-head slowly punched up through Jay's
ass-ring. The guy groaned and I laughed out loud.

Fattie lay on his back and did nothing while Jay squatted over him and got
another thigh-workout for the day, bouncing up and down on that cock. Well,
not exactly nothing—he played with Jay's pecs and pinched his nipples a
little bit, and he seemed to like running his hands over Jay's biceps and
thighs. But he definitely didn't contribute to the fucking.

Jay fucked himself on the guy's dick for less than 10 minutes when Fattie
started wheezing. "Oh, god damn, boy. That ass is nice. I'm gonna drop a
load in you. I'm gonna cum. Here it comes!" He grabbed Jay's hips and held
him down while he shook and jiggled on the bed. His orgasm took a
surprisingly long time and, when it finally subsided, he let Jay slide up
off of his cock and I saw a thick wad of cum ooze out of Jay's ass.

It took Fattie a few minutes to recover. When he finally got his pants and
shoes back on, he fished a bill out of his wallet. "I'm leaving you a $20
tip on the nightstand. Your body is way better than the guys I usually
rent, and none of them will let me cum in their ass. You oughta charge
more." I took note of that last part, and grinned at the idea of Fattie
knocking Jay up. It hadn't even crossed my mind to put rubbers in the room,
but I was glad I didn't.

He left and slipped the key back under my door, as instructed. Jay took the
hood off long enough to clean up. I was fine with that because he had a
while till his next customer. I noticed that he didn't look all that
troubled, and he dropped the $20 into the drawer with his wallet.

On the hour, the next guy knocked and shoved an envelope of cash under my
door and I slid him the key. Jay was ready—stretched out on the bed with
his hood back on. The customer was a middle-aged black guy, who looked like
he'd work in an office and have a wife and 2.5 kids at home, but he turned
out to be a rough fuck. I'd have felt bad for Jay if I liked him.

The guy had a backpack and the first thing he did was pull out a bunch of
cord and Velcro cuffs. The cheap motel bed didn't have bed-posts, but he
found a way to tie Jay's hands to the corners at the head of the bed. Then
he cuffed his ankles, lifted his legs and tied them up to those same
corners. Like most of us who build muscle, Jay apparently wasn't that
flexible. I could hear him groaning, and the torque on his legs lifted his
whole ass and lower back up off the bed.

When he was good and secure, the guy took off his belt and beat Jay's
ass. He wasn't playing either. I could hear the crack of the belt through
the wall, even without the mics I had in the room. The first couple of
strokes made Jay yell, and the guy pulled off a sock, wadded it up and
jammed it in Jay's mouth. Then he went back to beating his ass. The whole
time he was beating him, he told Jay that he was a worthless fuck of a punk
white kid—just the kind of shit that thinks he's better than everybody
else.

Well, the customer is always right.

When Jay's ass was bright red and he started thrashing in his bonds, the
guy slapped his nuts hard. And then he did it a couple more times until Jay
got the message. His sharp cries of pain came right through the sock in his
mouth.

Finally the guy got up on his knees right in front of Jay's ass and dropped
his pants, letting his big black dick jump out. It was a good 8 inches, I'm
guessing, with a fat head that was slick with his ooze.

He leaned over Jay, lined it up with his hole, and punched it all the way
in. Jay thrashed in pain, but all it did was lift his ass up even higher
into the man's thrust. His legs were splayed out wide and there was no way
he could even slow his customer down. The guy ripped out of him and punched
in again, and again, cussing him and telling him what a bitch he was and he
was always gonna be. He grabbed Jay's tits and twisted them ruthlessly.

Finally the guy unloaded. He didn't stop his dick-punches until he was done
cumming, and the camera caught one rope of cum spraying out just as he
drove in. When he crawled off Jay, he just pulled his pants up, pulled his
sock out Jay's mouth, put his shoes on, and walked out.

That actually caught me off-guard. The guy slipped the key back under my
door like he was supposed to, but Jay was still tied up. Should I go untie
him for the next guy? I hadn't planned on going in there. I looked at the
clock – half-an-hour till the next customer. I decided to go in.

The video and sound I had was great, but I didn't realize how much the room
would smell like cum. Jay groaned when I opened the door. He was a total
mess. His ass was flaming red and cum was pouring out of his hole, running
down his back and onto the bed.

I couldn't help but chuckle. First I went to the drawer and took the $20
bill the first guy had put in. Then I flipped through his wallet. I didn't
take his cash or credit cards, but I found a picture of a hot girl that I
figured was his lady. I wondered what she'd think, seeing him like
this. Maybe she'd have the chance... I took that.

I stripped open the cuffs that kept his legs up. They flopped limply down
to the mattress and he moaned loudly. He didn't move, so I stripped open
the cuff on one arm wrist and walked out before he could get his act
together. Back on the video, I saw him claw the cuff and hood off, and drag
himself slowly off the bed and wince his way to the bathroom.

He was in there for a long time. I was starting to think he'd been pushed
too far and was going to leave or at least wouldn't make it out in time for
the next customer, but he eventually came back to the bed.  He was flushed,
but he pulled the hood back on and stretched out face down again.

Five minutes later, the next customer slipped his cash under my door and
got the key. When he opened the door to Jay's room, I thought felt like I'd
won the lottery.

It was my old football coach. It was Jay's dad.

Coach was a few years older and had a little bit of a belly, but he was
still a big, solid man. He moved to the foot of the bed and looked down on
Jay. I hadn't seen any tattoo or anything distinctive on Jay, so I
seriously doubted he would recognize his son with the hood on. Until Jay
spoke, of course... I couldn't wait to see that happen.

Coach stripped off his shirt and dropped his jeans. He was going commando,
and his big dick flopped out. Apparently, some things do run in the family.
He stood, slowly jacking himself hard while he looked down at his
son. "Fuck yeah," he said. "You live up to your pictures and then some,
boy. I haven't had a piece of ass like yours in a long time. I'm gonna be
in your ass for a while, baby. It takes me a long time to cum."

I saw Jay's head jerk up when his dad started talking, but then he froze. I
figured the faggot recognized his daddy's voice but didn't know how to stop
things without giving himself away.

Coach walked around to the head of the bed and sat down. "You get to suck
my big dick first. I want you to get familiar with it. Get to know it real
good so you know what's inside you." He scooted over, leaned back against
the headboard, and guided Jay's mouth to his crotch.

For the first time, I saw Jay hesitate. I don't think his old man
noticed. Before long, he had his face buried in his old man's nut-sack,
sucking and licking his own dad's hairy balls. I was so fucking
hard—this was making up for everything Jay had done and then some.

He worked his way up Coach's thick shaft and slid his mouth down over the
head. I could see it took some effort, but he got at least half of that
pole into his throat. Having a big one myself, I know bitches don't find
that easy to do. Coach leaned back his head and squeezed Jay's
shoulders. "Fuck yeah. You know what you're doing, boy. Can you take it
all? I want to see you earn that money."

Jay tried. I saw him slobber and push his face down on Coach's dick, but he
kept gagging before he could get his nose all the way to his dad's
pubes. Finally Coach slapped him lightly on the arm. "You ain't gonna make
it like that. Turn around and hang your head off the edge of the bed."

Jay did what he was told, and Coach got off the bed and slid his dick into
his son's open mouth. That thick pole slid deeper and deeper. Even on
camera, I could see Jay's throat swelling as his dad's big cock- head
pushed in. Finally, Coach's balls rested on the bridge of Jay's nose. "Fuck
yeah, boy. I knew you could do it. I can always get my boys to do what I
need `em to do." He drew back and started a long slow pumping of Jay's
throat. It would come out glistening with slobber and then he'd drive it
all the way back in.

After a good 10 minutes of face-fucking his son, Coach finally pulled
out. "You have a hot mouth. Now I want to see how good your ass is. Turn
around and lift those legs up. I want you to hold `em wide open for me."

Jay did what he was told, and wrapped his arms around the back of his own
knees and held them tight while his dad lined up. Coach slapped his heavy
dick against Jay's bare hole, and then slowly pressed it in, taking his
time to enjoy the feeling of Jay's ass-ring collapsing under his pressure.

Jay whimpered. He'd done such a good job of staying quiet with his dad so
far, that I figured he was losing control. He bit his lip as is dad's cock
pried him open and slowly plunged into his chute.

"Oh, fuck boy," Coach said. "Your damn ass is so hot and wet. You got the
best ass I've ever had wrapped around my dick." He pulled out gradually and
plunged in again, starting a good long-dicking.  Jay moaned and Coach
laughed. "Yeah, boy. Let it out. Let me know you like it."

Over the next forty-five minutes, Coach fucked Jay in every position and
all over the room. He did it slow and gentle and pile-driver hard. Jay
moaned and thrashed so enthusiastically, that I would have thought that
he'd forgotten it was his own dad fucking him, if it weren't for the fact
that he never once spoke.

I was starting to think that coach was gonna run over into the next
customer's time when he finally announced he was gonna blow. He had Jay
back on his back—his legs where hooked over coach's shoulders—and his
dick was covered in the slime of the other men who'd already fucked Jay. He
grunted and bucked, and on one camera I saw his heavy balls twist like a
closing fist. He bottomed out inside his son and howled. "Oh shit! Here
comes my load, boy. I'm gonna knock you up so bad. Here it is!"

He jerked and spasmed and bred his own boy. When his shaking finally
subsided, he slowly pulled himself off and flopped down on the bed,
panting. "Jesus Christ, that was good. I've got to hire you again."

Jay laid there quietly, but I was thinking that Coach didn't have to
worry... I'd make sure he got his wish.

There were four more customers after that. They pretty much followed the
routine of come in, nut in Jay's ass and leave. One of them lasted about 30
minutes, but the others were gone in less than 20. I got my hundred bucks
from each of them.

I spent that time thinking about my next move. I hadn't told Jay how many
guys he was gonna be taking, and it was sometime in there that I realized I
had another opportunity I couldn't pass up.

When the last guy was gone, I waited until exactly on the hour. Then I shut
off my recording and went over into his room just like another
customer. The room had smelled like cum earlier, but now it was
overpowering. Jay was stretched out on the bed, face-down, waiting for his
next man.

Men don't do anything for me, and Jay was no exception, but I was hard as a
rock—totally getting off on humiliating this prick this way. I wanted to
take it to the next level. "Turn over," I said.

He did as he was told, without hesitation. I grabbed his wrists forcefully
and slapped the Velcro cuffs back on him that were still there from the
black guy. I could feel the tension in him when I did that, but he still
didn't complain. When I got both his hands and feet cuffed, with his legs
raised and his ass exposed, I said "the guy who took my money said I'm your
last customer tonight so I can take my time."  I squeezed his calves and
ran my hands over his ass like I'd seen some of the other guys do, even
though I didn't give a shit about his body. I wanted to be sure he thought
I was just another customer.

He didn't react to my voice, so I didn't think he recognized me that
way. "This room reeks of cum," I went on. "How many men have fucked you
today?"

"Just two so far," he said. His voice was quiet.

"Really? Just two? Smells worse than that. The guy made it sound like
you've been busy all day. He said you took a bunch of dick up your ass and
you still wanted more." He didn't say anything, so I went on.  "Don't
matter to me how much of a whore you are. A whore is a whore." I made sure
my pants made noise when I unzipped them and threw them on the floor.

"I think I want you to suck on my balls for a little bit." I squeezed
between his lifted, splayed-open legs and knelt down with my knees on each
side of his head to lower my heavy nut-sack into his mouth. The moment the
little ass-wipe's tongue swept over my balls was the happiest moment of my
life. I fucking loved what I'd turned him into—for getting my girlfriend
to put her mouth on his worthless cock, and for everything after that.

I let him suck my balls for a while and then I slid down a bit. "Show me
how much you like to suck dick now." I put the fat head of my cock on his
lower lip and slowly slid it into his mouth, giving him plenty of time to
get used to my size and slobber on my knob properly. He knew how to use his
mouth to make a man feel good, I'll give him that.

Finally I pulled back. "You're a damn good cocksucker. How long have you
been sucking dick?"

He paused. "Since I went to college."

"What? You couldn't find friends who would let you blow `em before then? I
was fucking every week by the time I was 16." I didn't tell him it was
ladies I was fucking. Suddenly I changed topics. "You know what? I'm sick
of this hood. I'm takin' it off of you."

He shook his head hard. "No, please don't. I can't have anybody knowing..."
But of course his hands were tied up already, which was the real reason I'd
done that.

"Shut the fuck up. You're a whore and I paid and you're gonna do what I
want." I grabbed the zippers and jerked them up while he protested
helplessly. I pulled it off of him, exposing his red face and crazily
disheveled blond hair.

He gaped in shock when his eyes adjusted and he saw who I was. I pretended
to be blown away. "Jesus Christ! Jay! You're a faggot whore? Holy shit!"

I think he almost started hyperventilating. "No man. I swear, it's not like
that..."

I leaned back like I was taking it all in and cut him off. "I don't believe
it. I thought you were a bastard for going after my girl, but I never
thought you'd be as low as this. Everybody thought you were hot shit man,
and it turns out you're nothing but a faggot who does anything a real man
needs you to do. Oh, god damn, I'm gonna enjoy this."

That stopped him for a second. "You're... you're still going to fuck me?"

"Shit yeah, I'm gonna fuck you. I came here to get off, and I don't think
your friend is gonna give me my money back, is he?" I looked him over and
switched to a tone like we were just buddies chatting at a bar. "I don't
get it though... why'd you go after my girl if you like dick so much?"

He blushed and looked away.

I slapped his cheek lightly to get his attention. "No. look at me. We're
getting this behind us once and for all. I already know you're a faggot
whore. Tell me the truth."

He blushed harder. "I couldn't get it up. I thought I just didn't meet the
right girl, so I kept trying. I was desperate, but it never happened. Then
I went off to college and I got drunk and told somebody and he figured I
must be gay. I figured he might be right, so I gave it a try."

"So you found out that cock is what trips your trigger, huh?"

"I found out I can't get hard at all." He glanced down to his plumped semi
that filled his jockstrap. "This is as hard as I ever get. With anybody."

I almost fell off the bed. "You're shitting me. You can't get a hard-on?
You've NEVER had a real hard-on?  I thought you said you've got that hot
girlfriend."

He shook his head. "She lets me take care of her in other ways. I can cum,
but it doesn't get hard enough to... push it in somebody else."

I felt like I'd taken advantage of a cripple, and at the same time, I
couldn't think of a better person to wish this problem on. "God damn,
man. Have you seen a doctor?"

"No. I couldn't until I got my own job without Mom and Dad finding out." I
saw the flicker in his eyes when he mentioned his dad who had fucked him
earlier that evening. "And now I'm used to it, I guess. I have a thing..."

"You have a thing for dicks that do get hard, don't you? You want as much
hard cock as you can get."

He nodded, sheepishly.

I wasn't done playing with his mind. "Hey, hey... don't be ashamed. I'm
sorry, I thought you were a faggot whore, but now I get it. You're more
like a women trapped in a man's body. That's it. You're a woman with a
dick."

"I don't... I mean..."

I put my finger on his lips and looked him in the eyes. "It's all
good. Listen, now that I know the deal I'm gonna let you make a decision. I
paid to get off and I'm going to, but you get to tell me if you want me to
treat you like a faggot whore or like a woman. The faggot whore stays tied
up while I fuck him hard. The woman gets untied and she shows me how much
she loves me. You get the difference?"

His eyes were wide. Finally he nodded. "I'd like to be untied."

"So you're gonna be a woman for me? Say it."

"I'll be your woman, Rick. I want to be your woman."

I was so hard when he said that, I thought my dick would snap. "Good, I'm
glad." I slid off of him and stood beside the bed, with my rigid boner
right where he could see it while I took all the cuffs off of him and
gently lowered his legs. He started to pull his jock down, but I stopped
him. "No, leave them on. I don't want to see your broken junk. You should
get a pair of panties or something, cause you don't need to be wearing a
man's jock."

I laid down on my back and spread my legs for him, and he obediently
crawled in and started a long, slow suck of my dick. And it was fucking
amazing. I kept encouraging him. "You're a good girl. This is what your
kind of woman is for—to make a real man happy. You're doing a great
job." He loved that, and he went crazy for my cock.

Finally I decided I was ready for the next act. I rubbed his hair. "Hey,
baby. Are you ready to have a man inside you?"

His mouth came off my dick reluctantly, but he smiled. "Yeah. I'd like
that."

I patted the bed and he lay down on his back and I rolled on top of him
with my whole weight. I knew he could handle it because he was built. I
wanted to burn this behavior into him, so I did it right—I put my
forehead against his and took his face in my hands while I slowly ground my
crotch against his. He was already moaning. I was as tender as I'd ever
been with a woman when I kissed him slow and deep.

His legs floated up as if by magic and wrapped around my waist.

"That's good, baby... you're a good girl," I murmured into his ear while I
nibbled and licked it. "I'm gonna make you a happy woman." He moaned and
quivered as I tongued and sucked on the hollow of his neck.

I pressed my swollen cock-head against his ass-ring and gradually pressed,
taking it as slowly and gently as possible. I thought he'd be sloppy and
loose after getting fucked so many times, but his tunnel was a soft, moist
grip. I sunk in slowly, slowly, slowly and his whines and moans got louder.

Finally my balls came to a rest on his ass. "I'm in you, baby. I'm in
you. You're mine now. You're my woman, aren't you?"

"Oh God yes, Rick! I'm your woman! Any time you want me!" he gasped out.

I kissed him deep and gentle to seal that deal and then started a long,
long fuck. I didn't use any tricks except one—I wanted it to be the most
intimate fuck he'd ever had so he'd beg for it again and again. I didn't
change positions, I didn't change pace. It was an endless long-dicking.

In 10 minutes, his toes were curling. After 20 minutes, his eyes were
starting to roll back in his head.  After 30 minutes, his head was
thrashing as he moaned and panted and begged me never to leave him.  After
40 minutes, his eyes snapped open wide. "Oh God, Rick! You're gonna make me
cum! You're fucking... the cum... out of me!" His legs clamped around my
waist and his ass-ring clamped down on my cock like a hoover while he shook
and gibbered.

I glanced down while his eyes were rolled back in his head—sure enough,
a huge wet spot was spreading across his jock over his semi-plump package.

I waited until his shaking subsided and kissed him again and nuzzled his
neck. I was still buried in him, but I hadn't cum myself. His legs stayed
wrapped around my waist and I looked him in the eyes. "A real man always
makes sure his woman cums before he gets his own nut."

I held still and made out with him, knowing that treating him tender would
put hooks in him even deeper. When he finally recovered, I smiled gently
and brushed his hair away from his forehead. "Are you ready to take your
man's load now? You ready to make me happy?" I started rocking in and out
of him a little.

His eyes widened and he nodded. "Yes. God yes. I want it bad."

"It's different when it's somebody who cares about you, than it is with all
those other dudes, isn't it?"  That was horse-shit, but I knew he'd buy it.

"Ooohh, yessss..." he groaned as I picked up the pace. His legs stayed
clamped around my waist.

I decided I needed one more gesture from him. "I'm gonna give you what you
need, but I want you to do something for me. I want you all the way open
for this. I want you to hold your legs as wide open and as far up as you
can. Just like when you were tied up, but this time you do it yourself. Can
you do that?  Show me you can be all the way open for me because that's the
way you want to be?"

His legs snapped away from my waist like they were spring-loaded. He
grabbed his shins and pulled them up toward the head of the bed and so far
apart he'd have cracked if he were a wishbone. The meat of his ass-cheeks
parted even wider and I sunk even deeper into his guts. I kissed him again,
and kept up a running stream of patter while I used his hole: "That's my
girl. That's my girl. You're so open for me baby, I'm deeper inside you
than I've ever been in anybody. You're so special, taking me like this.
You're making me so happy." Yeah, I laid it on thick and I could see by the
glow on his face that he was eating it up.

I normally have a lot of stamina, but since I was really just using Jay I
was even more in control. It's not like I was hot for him. I just kept
long-dicking him and sweet-talking him, digging my way more and more into
his head. It went on for another 20 minutes till finally I got what I
wanted. He was panting and flushed, and his toes curled again. He was
babbling "Rick... Rick!" over and over again. His strained legs were
shaking and his toes curled again. The tendons in his neck bulged. "Oh god,
Rick. I'm gonna cum again! You're making... aahhh... me cum again!"

When he spasmed and his ass sucked closed on my cock, I let myself go
too. "Fuck yeah, Jay. I'm giving you my load! I'm knocking you up just like
you wanted!" My nuts boiled over and rope after rope of my spunk blasted
off inside him.

When I finally let him lower his legs, his own cum was pouring out from
around his jockstrap. He was trembling all over, and I kissed him long and
slow and held him against me until he regained his composure.

We lay there for a long time, with him in my arms. Eventually I kissed his
ear and whispered. "I'm going to have to go." I ran my hand across his
flank and his muscled ass. "I'm glad we did this." I gently rolled away and
started gathering up my clothes.

While I was getting dressed, he was watching me quietly. I could see the
struggle going on, but it didn't last long. "Rick. Can we... can we do this
again?"

I sat down on the bed, put my hand on his thigh and looked at him
seriously. "I'd like to. Maybe you and me can start over and put all our
old bull-shit behind us. But..." I shrugged and trailed off.

"What?"

I gestured at the room. "Well, I know you need to take it from other guys,
and that's OK `cause I've got a girlfriend too. I don't mind you whoring
out, but I don't want it to be like that between you and me. If we're gonna
start over, then we need to start over, right?"

He nodded strongly. "Sure."

"So let's make tonight not be a business transaction. You get your friend
to give me back my hundred bucks, and then tonight was just about me and
you. Then it's a clean slate between us—for next time."

I gave him my real email address and left. I slipped quietly back into the
next room and waited, watching through the blinds until he finally came
out, staggered to his car and drove away.