Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 15:45:43 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Outing of Scott.   Chapter Six.    Authoritarian.

THE OUTING OF SCOTT

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Chapter Six.

Scott had risen early the following morning as he wanted to go downtown to
catch Bill Kenny.  He had called him first thing and asked whether he could
see him and Bill, completely mystified by the call, had agreed.  When he
arrived at Bill's place of employment, a locally-owned fast food outlet,
Bill took him to a booth at the rear of the place and invited him to sit
down.

"So, what's this all about dude?"  asked Bill, who hadn't set eyes on Scott
for over a year.

"Bill. I just need a little advice.  I need to get a part-time job and was
wondering if you could advise me how to go about it.  I am not asking about
employment possibilities here necessarily but like in general, you know?"

Bill knew that Scott was was only in his junior year at school but didn't
pry any further.  He explained to Scott that jobs were tight at that time
and employers were more inclined to take on people looking for permanent
positions, rather than part-time employees.  He explained that it might be
slightly different in the Summer when kids were routinely employed
temporarily, but at this time the chances of obtaining a job such as Scott
sought were pretty remote.  He explained that he had to get back to work
but promised to let Scott know if he heard of anything.  He also suggested
to Scott that he scan the help-wanted ads in the press.

Scott walked out pretty disillusioned.

He called Anthony and when he answered said he hoped he hadn't woken him
up.  "Nah, no problem.  I been waitin for your call. I'm at a loose end so
I thought we could meet up again at that toilet at the school grounds.  I
figured three o'clock, OK?"  Scott knew it was pointless arguing even
though it meant that the rest of the afternoon would be wasted, so he told
Anthony he would be there.

"Cool." replied Anthony.

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Paul was having breakfast when Scott arrived home.  He knew better than to
ask Scott where he had been; he just looked him up and down and continued
eating.  Paul knew instinctively that something was up with Scott and he
was determined to find out what it was.  He would keep a close eye on him
he decided.

The two brothers had never seen eye to eye even from an early age.  Scott
was more retiring and quiet while Paul had always been boisterous and was
something of a braggart and bully.  He was quick to make something of his
prowess at sport and to demean his brother if the opportunity arose.  The
parents didn't seem to notice and Paul exploited the situation at every
turn.  Deep down he was ashamed of his brother, particularly when he had
friends around, as they often remarked that Scott was "weird".  He did
nothing to defend Scott and agreed with them.

When they entered their teenage years, a lot of emphasis shifted to sexual
matters and it wasn't long before Paul was referring to Scott as "fag" in
his usual derogatory fashion.  When he was thirteen Paul started jacking
off, making no secret of the fact, and would for example leave used cum
tissues lying around the bathroom they shared.  He even on one occasion got
hold of a packet of condoms, jacked off in them like one a day, and left
them, used, on the dresser in the bathroom.  He took delight in the fact
that he knew it drove Scott up the wall.  Scott for his part knew that the
situation would only get worse if he complained about it to Paul, so he
merely cleaned up after him.  That he would do that, escalated Paul's
contempt for Scott.


@@@@

Scott figured after he had spoken with Anthony that he finally would have a
chance to visit the library; he needed to get some background material for
a project he was working on.  However, as luck would have it, Pedro called
and told him to be at the Arcade at twelve.  He had something to discuss
with him.  Now what could that be, Scott wondered. How he was gonna raise
Anthony's dough was his immediate concern.  He had kinda assumed that he
would be able to get a part-time job even if it was flippin burgers, but it
seemed that even that would be difficult.  A part-time job he was beginning
to realize too would also take up a major portion of his free time.
Finally he wondered whether his best option might not be to turn to
hustling a couple times a week; that he could think along these lines
really mirrored the desperation he felt.  He decided to go down to the
Arcade an hour before he was due to meet Pedro and see if he could find
this young guy Sean who he was told worked for Pedro.

When he walked into the Arcade, there was no sign of Sean.  Fuck it! he
thought and sat down to wait.  After about ten minutes an older guy about
twenty, twenty two, left the rest room at the back and shortly thereafter
Sean appeared lookin slightly dishevelled.  He called Sean over to the
table he was sittin at.

"Morning Sean.  I'm Scott.  Can I get you a soda or sumthin?"

"Why not." replied Sean. Having got the sodas, Scott sat down and Sean
asked: "So, what's this about dude.  You lookin for some head or sumthin?"

"No, afraid not.  I'm on your side of the fence.  The thing is I got myself
into this bind with some guy and unless I can raise the dough he's
demanding, he's gonna out me to the whole fuckin world."

"Heard that story somewhere before."  Sean informed him.  "I figured you
were one of Pedro's new boys; I'm surprised he ain't peddling your ass
already.  If he ain't he soon will be."

"Sean, you mind telling me how this deal with Pedro works?  I take it you
get a share of the dough. An arrangement like that would allow me to pay
this other guy maybe."

"Well, in my case, dude, having run away from home I ended up here thinking
it would be like the end of the fuckin rainbow, you know.  Didn't turn out
that way.  Anyway, I had not a dime and an empty stomach and nowhere to go.
This young guy comes up to me, he figured out the score obviously, offers
me 25 bucks to blow him and then to let me have the room for the rest of
the night."  Sean smiled and continued.  "Now, I'm straight, so it was no
easy decision, but I was desperate.  Anyway, like fuckin magic, Pedro
arrived on the scene the next morning, turned me out within days and here I
am today.  Be careful if you get involved with that dude, Scott.  If he
gets his claws into you, there's no goin back."

"Anyway, to cut a long story short, I do try to avoid street hustling.
Pedro finds clients for me and the charge is usually fifty to one hundred
bucks an hour.  Depends on the dude. He gives me half.  Enough to eke out a
existence but not enough to plan an escape from his clutches."

@@@@

Pedro arrived shortly after twelve and went straight over to the table
where Scott sat waiting.


"Dude.  Get us a coupla cokes will ya?" he said to Scott who replied "Hi
Pedro.  Sure."

When Scott returned Pedro told him to sit down.  "Scott, you know the deal
we made.  Well, it's time for you to start earning your keep.  And honing
your skills.  You will start next week; I'll find you guys and negotiate a
price. You will get half. The main thing is that you don't disappoint a
client, ever.
 If you do, they don't come back and I'm not about to accept that.  Dude,
you ain't some straight boy like Sean over there, you are a faggot and
predisposed to suck cock.  So you gotta aim to be a better cocksucker every
time."

"You understand me so far?"  Scott nodded dumbly.

"Carlos is throwing a small party at his place on Saturday night next week.
You are invited, so I'll pick you up here at about eight OK?"  Scott nodded
again.  "I know you won't keep me waitin.  And remember I will be watchin
you all the way. Tomorrow night, you will hook up here with Angel at eight
who will help with your training.  Gotta go now.  Later!"

@@@@

Events were beginning to overtake Scott at a pace.  He decided to go home,
take a coupla Tylenols and rest for a while.  He set his alarm to ensure
that he would not be late for his appointment with Anthony at three.

@@@@

Scott arrived at the playing fields toilet ten minutes early, having made
sure the whole area was deserted first.  The place still smelled of piss
and both stalls were smelly as hell.  In the one stall, someone had shot a
load of cum against the wall, which had descended and was now almost
dry. His dick started to harden tenting his jeans and he felt strangely
turned on by the whole scene.  He felt this compulsion to get to his knees
and lick the remains of the load off the wall; Jesus, he thought, am I
fuckin nuts or sumthin.  Just then, Anthony entered the toilet and not
seeing Scott immediately checked out the stalls.  He found him in the end
stall, and with a chuckle, said: "That's what I like to see dude.  A faggot
checkin out the cleanliness of the place for his Master."  He laughed and
Scott's face turned beetroot red at having been caught out, especially with
a hardon clearly showing.

"I'm sorry Anthony. I was just gonna wipe down the toilet seat before you
arrived."

"Yeah, right."  Anthony replied.  He entered the stall forcing Scott back
towards the toilet itself, closing the door and sliding the bolt behind
him.  "Sit down." he instructed Scott, and when he had done so, moved
forward and pulled Scott's face into his crotch.  "That smell's good huh?
Bet you been thinkin about this moment all morning.  Now get to work,
bitch."

Scott seemed mesmerised by having Anthony's denim-covered crotch in his
face, his hard dick clearly outlined underneath.  He leant forward and
slowly licked Anthony's jeans, running his tongue back and forth along the
length of his erect dick.  He drew in his breath and smelled the strong
odor of the boy's unwashed jeans.  Anthony mumbled "That's it, you goddam
whore. Make love to my cock."

Scott pulled away slightly and found the catch of the zipper to Anthony's
jeans and slowly lowered it all the while looking up at Anthony's sneering
face, as if to seek approval of his actions.  Anthony slapped his face hard
and instructed him: "Take out my dick and get to work on it with your
filthy cocksucking mouth, you whore."  Scott delved into Anthony's jeans
and extracted his now throbbing cock. He lowered himself on to it and
slowly started to lick the head.  It was oozing precum and Scott licked it
off and then proceeded to lick slowly around and around the head.  It had
an acrid taste and it was clear that Anthony had not showered before
meeting up with him.  He had on the previous occasion they had met licked
piss off this self-same toilet seat, and Scott now recognized the same
taste on Anthony's dick.  In addition some dried-up remnants of cum were
stuck in the pisshole of his dick.  Scott found it all over-powering.

Anthony's cock now started to throb and took on this purplish hue. He
grabbed Scott's head and pushed his dick into his mouth.  "Suck it bitch
and keep your lips tight around it. Don't you dare relax the grip of your
pussy-mouth."  Holding Scott's head tight he slapped his face and slowly
but surely entered Scott's mouth with his dick.  Scott, being the
inexperienced cocksucker he was, started to gag and splutter but Anthony
allowed him no breathing space until his cock was fully immersed in his
mouth and throat.  Eventually, he pulled back slightly until the head of
his dick rested on Scott's tongue and then ejaculated until he was spent.
He kept his dick in the faggot's mouth and added to his load of cum, two or
three spurts of his boy piss, and told Scott to swallow "every last fucking
drop".

Anthony extracted his softening dick from Scott's mouth as he continued to
suck on it desperately. "Enough whore!  Get on your fucking knees in front
of me!"  With that he turned around, lowered his jeans and grabbing Scott's
head from behind him, forced his face into his ass.  He grabbed his
ass-cheeks pulling them apart and instructed Scott to lick his butt-hole.
Scott, as if in a trance, did as he was told.

Anthony pulled up his jeans, buckled up, slapped Scott's face really hard
once again, and exited the stall.  Scott heard him slam the outside door as
he left the toilet.



To be continued........