Date: Mon, 13 May 2013 08:28:16 -0500
From: John Smith <ohwantanabe@gmail.com>
Subject: Story submission

Don't read this if you aren't of legal age to view this where you live. It
contains sexually explicit material. All names, places, and events are
entirely fictional, and any similarities to real-life events are entirely
coincidental.

A story that's been rolling around in my head for a few months, finally
forced it out.

Rights to this story lie exclusively with Nifty and myself. If you wish to
reproduce it in part or in whole, contact me. Do not do so otherwise.

*	*	*

Boss was a difficult man to work for. He asked extraordinary things of
those who worked for him, and didn't let failure go unpunished.

I kept this in mind as I descended the rickety freight elevator that led to
his offices, beneath a warehouse in the industrial sector of Santa Cruz.

I hadn't failed this day, I successfully withdrew the funds from an account
I had stolen the access to. It was dangerous to take from city
council-members but refusing an order by Boss is suicidal. Still, as the
mesh door opened, I couldn't help but being nervous.

"You're expected, but early," his machine pistol-toting doorman noted from
his desk opposite the elevator, as I stepped into the room.

"Not by too much, Sergio. Should I wait?"

"No," he replied as he approached me,"I do have to pat you down though."

Ugh, this is humiliating, I thought to myself as his hands ran down my
sides. Still, Sergio was a gentle giant, to people in Boss's good graces
that is.

"You're clear," he said.

Walking up to Boss's office door, he knocked three times in quick
succession. The door slid open, and after nodding to Sergio, I walked
inside.

Boss wasn't immediately visible, some poor soul was giving him a lap dance
behind his large desk. The bitch was grinding onto him, and had it's legs
around his torso.

The boss was well known for his proclivities, and I no choice but to stand
at attention until I was acknowledged.

The bitch was slight of build, and skinny, and against it's dark
complexion, the whip marks along with Boss's brand on it's lower back stood
out dramatically. Loose black curls came down to it's neck, and bounced as
it undulated on his crotch.

"Like what you see, branquelo?" The boss asked from behind the bitch.

I was as anglo as it got, for anywhere, and in the melting pot that was
Rio, I stood out, to say the least. I was used to jokes about my
appearance.

"Nah, boss, not my thing."I said, untruthfully," Call me antiquado, but I
prefer my bonecas willing from the start. I also prefer them to be
bonecas."

"Hahaha,"he belted out, while pushing his plaything off his lap and onto
the ground,"You always make me laugh. This menino just thought he was a
man," a frightening smile grew across his face," Now, he is nothing. Soon,
he will be less than nothing!"

Once you became Boss's possession, your lifespan was usually measured in
months. He was very rough on his things. I had seen this one for a number
of weeks now, I couldn't afford to pity it though.

"Now, our business. When my friend the councilman next buys a drink, will
his card be declined?"

"Sim,"I replied,"yes. All the dinheiro is in some temp accounts, ready to
be laundered."

"Ah, no worries, straight politicians have very little anyways. Maybe now
he'll be a bit more friendly"

His attention drifted back to the thing on the floor. It was debasing
itself, whimpering at his feet. He kicked it, and after it let out a sharp
yelp, it was silent again.

"Is that all sir?" I asked, anxious to get out of there.

His eyes raised to look at me. He stared a long time, his dark brown eyes
wandering up and down my frame.

"I think so, my man, I think so. I'll send someone to tell you about the
next job within a week or so. You have been making me happy lately, let me
know if I can make you happy sometime."

I couldn't help but shiver at that last bit, and the back of my neck was
damp with sweat. I could not afford to attract his attentions, dammit.

"I'll keep that in mind, sir,"I said as casually as I could,"tchao boss."

I turned around, opened the door and slipped into the waiting room.

"Boa noite Sergio, see you later."

"Wait, Yuri," the doorman called out. I turned around and he had slid a wad
of bills to the end of his desk," here's a bit of cash. Keep it to
yourself."

"Obridago," I muttered, turning red. It wasn't my fault I didn't get to
hold on to much of what I got, and I hated that people knew about it. I
slipped the money into my sock.

"Goodbye, keep your nose clean jovem. See you soon."

I nodded as i turned around in the elevator. The room vanished from sight
as it ascended.

Warm air greeted me as I exited the elevator at street level. It was dark,
but I knew I was being watched, that this alleyway was safe, despite
appearances.

My motorbike was up on it's stand near a wall. The small green Honda was my
prized possession.

Hopping on, I palmed the ignition and felt it roar to life. Twisting the
accelerator

I sped through the quiet warehouses until I got to a side street lined with
seedy apartment buildings. I was new to the decidedly low rent, but
legitimate neighborhood, but with little traffic this late, I managed to
get home in good time.

As I approached the street level garage in front of my apartments, I
pressed the button on my key chain and the doors creakily slid into the
ceiling.

Jose's bike, a sportier black Kawasaki, was in the middle of the garage, so
I slipped mine in to the right.

Climbing off, I walked out of the carport and closed the door behind
me. Making my way to the stairs, I was careful not to slip on the narrow
steps.

When I got the the door, I paused and sighed a bit before I opened it up. I
never knew what I was coming home to, but it's not like that was anything
new.

Keying the pad and entering the code opened the door, and I walked into the
kitchen.  From the front door. the bathroom was on the left, and the open
door on the right opened into our three roomed apartment's bedroom. The
kitchen was cleaner than I usually come home to, but fairly basic, just a
two burner stove, a sink and some cabinets. The right wall had a dining
table with two chairs and a mini-fridge humming away in the corner.

I could hear Jose's snores coming from the open door. Stepping quietly to
the door.  I could see he was fast asleep, face down. His broad brown back
raised and fell as he breathed.

Suddenly I became aware as to how dirty I was. Road dust and sweat stuck my
clothes to my skin.

Pulling of my shirt as I walked to our small restroom, the door admitted me
without a touch. I threw it on the floor and kicked off my shoes. I rolled
down my socks and put them and the rest of my clothes in the laundry. There
was little chance of Jose finding them there, because I'm the only one who
ever did laundry.

As I glanced up from the hamper, I caught myself in the mirror. I suppose
it wasn't too bad, I was thin, with a bit of tone, though I didn't really
care much for working out. I'm pale, with pinkish undertones, and freckles
on my shoulders and across the bridge of my nose. I'm about 170 cm, and
have light brown hair I wear in a bit of a tangle to my ears. I have narrow
features, and blue-green eyes.

I bunched the shower curtains to the side and stepped in to the
tub/shower. The water came out cold, but soon warmed up. With a washcloth
in my hand I rubbed the troubles of my day off my skin. I think a lot in
the shower, the steam seems to clear my mind.

I had just about decided to get out when I felt footsteps next to the
tub. Turning my head I could see Jose's silhouette through the curtains. He
was tall, about 190 cm, and much more muscular.

I pivoted back to the shower head and tried to ignore him, but the tub
shook as he
 climbed in behind me.

"Ay, comida,"He said into my ear as he grabbed me around my chest,"you woke
me up.  I don't really mind though, I love your wet buraco."

With his other hand he was squeezing my ass, and I could feel his dick
poking me in the back.

The water was cooling down, but my face was getting hot. He was nuzzling
the back of my neck and I was almost shaking with anger.

"Umph!" he cried as I elbowed him in the stomach. I quickly turned around
as he backed up against the wall, the breath knocked out of him.

"I am not your whore,"I yelled, loud enough to be heard over the water,"At
one time when you said you loved me, you were thinking of more than where
you wanted to stick your caralho, your dick!"

"And another thing,"I continued, ignoring the hurt look growing in his
eyes," You brag about it! People, important people, think of me only as
your bitch! You take my money, spend it all on booze, and act as if you
owned me!"

I couldn't help it, but tears were running down my face. I hoped that the
now cold water would hide it.

"That's it, I'm finished,"I choked out,"I'm leaving. Find some other fool
to lead on."

I slid the curtain aside and, dripping wet, I grabbed a towel as I was
getting out and quickly got as dry as I could. I yanked up the hamper lid,
grabbed my clothes and started putting them on. Jose wasn't moving in the
shower, but had stood up.

I had managed to get them on and exit the bathroom door when I heard the
water being turned off. I went in to our room, and rummaged around in our
small closet til I found a duffle bag. Stuffing whatever I thought i'd need
for the next couple days into it, I turned to see Jose blocking the
doorway, naked and soaked.

"Get out of my way,"I snarled at him,"I'm leaving you. For good!"

I tried to push my way through, but he was unyielding. Wrapping his arms
around me, he held me tight against his chest.

"You bastard!,"I hissed pathetically as I flailed around, trying to hit
him,"Let me go!''

I tried to break away, but I couldn't. I struggled for a while longer, but
knowing how futile it was, I gave up and sunk into his embrace. By now I
was sobbing into his cool skin.

"How can I have any pride Jose? How can I hold my head high being this
way?,"I asked.

"You were right, you are mine, Yuri. You are not, however, my bitch, or my
whore. I love you! If I never got to touch you again I would still lie next
to you on the other side of the bed. God, on the floor even!"

"I promise, I wont drink so much. I will never shame you again, what we
have, is ours alone. I get big headed, and run my mouth, but not anymore,"
he declared as he ran his hand through my hair.

I could feel the resolve melting away, but I continued,"I want more, I need
respect.  I'm a man, who has been your friend since we were boys!"

He pulled back and looked into my eyes then smiled and said,"Come now,
friend. It's nearly light out. Lets go get some some empadinhas, like we
used to."

I was always annoyed how easily he could change the subject, and how easily
I fell into just following him around, but I was hungry, and kind of liked
it.

"Well, you had better get dressed. You aren't good for much other than
looking at, and with the way things are going, you can't afford to be
showing it off for free."  He laughed as he pulled out some clothes from
the dresser and put them on.

"Careful,"he growled, giving me a randy look,"You'll give me a big head."

"Psh,"I replied as I made my way to the front door," nothing worth anything
comes out of either of your big heads."

The front entryway slid open and we made our way to the garage. Ducking
under the ascending garage door, he started to make his way to his bike.

"Not so fast," I called out to him,"You're riding with me."

I knew sitting back-seat would irk him, but after a quick pause he climbed
on behind me. I should really stop blowing my relationship capitol on such
petty things, I mused to myself as I keyed it up. Though once his arms were
wrapped around my chest, I chuckled at myself a bit. It was worth it.

It wasn't a long ride to our favorite empadinha place, but the streets were
just beginning to get crowded with people going to work. Pulling up, Jose
hopped off and I pushed the bike onto its stand.

There was one person in line in front of us. Jose turned to me and said
cheerfully ,"I'll have a chorizo."

I gave him a look then stepped up to order. I hadn't really expected him to
pick it up though. Jose works most nights as a bouncer, but money runs like
water through his hands.

We sit down on the curb and I hand him his pastry. Taking my first bite I
close my eyes, savoring the buttery and flaky crust and savory fillings.

"Remember when we were kids,"he reminisced " Whenever we got enough money
for one of these, we would split it. Remember that?"

"I do. I also remember you would finish your half first and would convince
me to give me some of mine. Good thing you've grown out of stuff like
that," I replied with as straight a face as I could manage.

"Well, back then, it only took a kiss to get you to do whatever I wanted. I
have sweat a bit more if I want to wear you down now."

"Lets get back home. I have a suitcase to decide whether to unpack,"I jibed
as I stood up.

I wiped my hands on my shorts and made my way onto the bike. He was close
behind me as he jumped on right after.

The hum of the motor couldn't disguise the big, hard snake shoved up
against my ass. He was tense and bucking behind me as I tried to
concentrate on weaving through the rush. His big hands grabbed my hips and
I had to struggle to catch my breath.

Somehow I made it into the garage and when we came to a halt, the door
close behind us. He pulled me off the bike with him and pressed me into the
wall. In the unlit garage, I couldn't see, but I could feel his hands
roughly rubbing up and down my sides, I could feel the warmth of his body
and his teeth on my neck.

He started to pull down my pants, but I reached out and stopped him. "Lets
go upstairs," I gasped.

"Alright,"He said, not skipping a beat, almost dragging me by my arm out
the garage and up the stairs. His thrusting against my backside made it a
bit of a challenge as I fumbled at the lock. Stumbling inside I broke for
the bedroom, I didn't want to do it on the linoleum.

Right behind me pushed hard on my shoulders and fell hard on top of me on
the bed.  Between the biting on my neck, my face in the sheets, and his
body crushing me, I could barely breathe. Not seeming to care, he pushed my
head down has he pulled himself up, standing behind me on the
floor. Yanking down my shorts, he ran a hand over my bare ass before
drawing it back to spank it.

"Unph!" I cried out, muffled, as he kept slapping. The sharp pain was all I
could concentrate on when he made contact, and the anticipation between
strokes was almost as consuming.

"Ay, Yuri, I'll never get tired of how red you get." Pulling my head
sideways, he glared into my eyes,"What do you want next, baby?"

Panting, I told him what, by then, my body was crying out for," Por na
bunda, por favor; take me in the ass, please!"

"If you insist,"He chuckled," but first I want a taste."

I crawled further onto the bed and turned on my back. I tossed off my shirt
and raised my legs in the air.

Already unclothed himself, he prowled over and kissed me on the lips. His
tongue shoved its way in and took possession of my mouth. His dark eyes
were closed and his brow furrowed, sweat dripping off it onto me.

Pulling away he pivoted around, and started lapping at my hole. His cock
was on my face. It was thick and nearly 23 cm.  I grabbed it and wrapped my
mouth around it.

Thrusting, he forced it down my throat. I gurgled, my throat ached from the
assault.  The smell coming from the balls covering my nose drove me
wild. Musky and spicy, with something raunchy and sweaty, I could barely
stand it.

The stubble on his face scratched already raw butt cheeks and the tender
skin between them. His tongue circling, and his fingers prodding and
stretching, until my hole gave way and quivered with every touch.

I gasped for air as he pulled out of my mouth and climbed down off the bed,
facing me. Lifting me up with a hand on the small of my back, with the
other he used his fingers to loosen me up.

"Aaaaah,"I couldn't help but moan, his rough skin was scratching my
insides. Positioning his cock in his palm, as soon as his fingers were out,
his head pushed inside.

"Fuck, fuck," was all I could say as he wedged his monster ever so slowly
deeper. My hole tingled and twitched as I writhed beneath him. There seemed
to be no end to it.  Opening his eyes, he gazed intensely into mine, and
smirked as he bottomed out and made me gasp.

Bringing back his hips he pulled out almost the whole way, then slam! He
shoved it back in. The world seemed to flash white with pain and ecstasy as
he thrusted, and during the moments in between, the anticipation of the
next one made me ache. In and out, the rhythm possessed me.

Pushing me farther onto the bed he came in closer with his knees and with
his torso in between my legs he bent over me and started chewing on my
neck. I wanted him to stop, I bruised easily and I knew it would leave a
mark, but I couldn't get any words out beyond moans and whimpers. He
possessed me, reduced me to an unthinking thrall to his presence and
physicality. I could barely conceive that I existed as anything other than
a hole to fuck or waves of pleasure rippling from his sucking and biting on
my sensitive skin.

I don't know how long I was swallowed up so, but some time after we changed
positions.  Holding onto my legs, he turned me around and lifted up my
stomach with his forearm so that I was all fours. Latching his big hands
around my hips, he braced my trembling body as he began jack-hammering my
ass with abandon. What had been a purposeful rhythm devolved into a mad
pounding.

Slap! Slorp! Thud! The noises of his attack filled the room, and try as I
may, I couldn't help but cry out. It would have been moans if not for the
powerful thrusts that felt as though they were re-arranging my guts. As it
was, they came out as an,"Ughughughughugh!"

A flicker self consciousness made me hope all of our neighbors had gone to
work, because I knew the thin walls wouldn't do much to muffle the sounds
and movements that were being made.

My dick seemed to be straining at it's seams and precum was flying
everywhere as it was jerked around. It was all I could do to remain
upright, I hadn't seen to it.  Jose slid a hand down my thigh and around my
cock. It only took a few jerks but I was soon spent. Rather than slowing
down, he sped up, fucking me close and tight, so fast, so fast.

My own insides spasming must have pushed him over the edge. He tensed up,
stiffly clinging to me as his final thrusts released his come deep up my
ass. His cock throbbing inside me, he fell down and flattened me on my
stomach, causing his cock to bounce one last time into me.

Our heartbeats raced and breath heaved, until gradually settling down to
normal.  I was aware of his bulk resting on me, his softening cock still in
my ass and his come oozing out and squishing between his pelvis the small
my back and pooling down between my legs. The sheets were wet with sweat
from both of us and his raunchy musk permeated everything. The bed was a
vuco-vuco, a battlefield

"Hey, move, I have to clean up," I finally got out from the side of my
mouth."You're crushing me."

"Não, I don't want to leave your warm coisinha, your pussy. You're
staying right here until we fall asleep."

"Alright,"I sighed," lets lay on our sides though, I can hardly breathe,
fatso"

"Mmmm,"he mumbled assentingly as he rolled over, taking me with him. His
grip abated for a few moments and I broke free and jumped out of the bed
and made my way to the bathroom. My ass sloshed as I moved and walking was
slick.

"So cruel...."I could hear him yell after me, but I wasn't going to sleep
covered in our juices.

Running a washcloth under the faucet, I wet it and rubbed my back, my
thighs and between my legs. I could have gone for a shower, but I was going
right back in bed afterward, so I didn't bother..

Sure enough, when I looked i the mirror, there were big red marks along one
side of my neck. The bastard never considered that I had to walk around the
next day. No, he considered it, just didn't care.

Turning around, my ass was red too, and, pulling a tender butt cheek aside,
my hole had looked better too. It was red and puffy with a bit of a gape,
and since had I wiped a bit more of his cum had dripped out. It did turn me
on, though I'd never admit it.

Jose was lying where I left him and stretched out his arms to greet me. I
cuddled down next to his chest and lay beside him.

"Minha nega,"He whispered in my ear,"I don't like it when you do that."

"You'll like it less when I leave for good,"I, somewhat unfairly, jabbed.

That was a miscalculation.

His breaths sped up and he began to shake. He was getting angry, and I was
trapped in a bear hug.

"I'm sorry,"I offered submissively," I won't leave."

"Damn right you wont, puta, whore," he spat out through grinding teeth.

He pulled back then pushed me face-down into the bed.

"You are mine," he commanded, positioning himself over me.

"And this is mine," he continue, shoving himself inside me.

"Aaaah," I moaned, raising my head off the pillow. My ass had just begun to
settle back to normal, his cock shoving its way felt like the reopening of
a wound.

"And this is also mine," he added, pushing my face down with an
outstretched arm.

He began fucking me slowly, almost leisurely taking his time, being sloppy,
but always firm. This was not making love. Rough was one thing, but this
was casual, nonchalant. The way you'd fuck an object. Something you
owned. It ate away at my soul.

Whereas I had lost myself the time before, this time, the sensations came
to the forefront. A slow slide out. A pause. A plop as he dropped back in.

I shut down a part of myself for a while, until he trembled and let loose
inside of me, then slumped down and stilled.

I stayed awake for a long time after that, and with my head turned, watched
late morning shine it's way into noon through the curtains on the window.

Eventually, exhaustion won out, even against the uncomfortable weight of
someone I didn't know whether I loved or not anymore bearing down on me.

*	*	*

Hope you liked it. Promise more...sometime. Send me an email if you have
any comments, questions, etc