Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2003 14:32:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mitchell Conner <fantasywriter000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ride Home Part 5

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PART FIVE

As we drove out of Carter's neighborhood I looked at the
various suburbanites performing their Saturday chores.  Some
were gardening or mowing their yard; others were washing
their cars. Kids were playing in their front yards.  Some
high school boys were playing a game of football in a small
park.  I thought, `Do any of them know that living among
them is a completely out of control teenager who kidnapped
and raped a man and now held him as a sex slave?'
After a short drive we pulled into a non-descript strip mall
and drove to the back corner.  The sign above the door
simply read, "XXX Videos."  Carter parked the car near the
street, across the parking lot from the store.
"Okay boy, go in there, give the list to the clerk, pay for
the stuff and get back out here," Carter ordered, handing me
a folded piece of paper with two twenty-dollar bills showing
between the folds.  "And don't you come back unless you have
that list filled or I'll just pull out of here and let you
walk your well-fucked ass home, boy."
Darren opened the car door and scooted his seat forward-but
not much.  As I wiggled to get out of the back seat the
combination of tight shorts, a cockring and the seatback
caused my dick to come out my pant leg.  I immediately bent
over so that nobody in the parking lot could see.  As I
started to reach down to rearrange myself I saw Carter
glaring at me.  I froze.
"Baby boy, put that whore boy's cock back in his shorts,"
Carter said to Darren with a sneer.
Darren reached out from where he was sitting in the car and
slowly put his hand around my cock, his fingers wiggling as
he manipulated my rapidly inflating cock.  By the time he
put it back in my shorts I was half hard.  Carter just
watched, a sly smile on his face.
There was no way of walking across the parking lot dressed
like I was and maintaining any sort of dignity, so I just
took as big of steps as possible without having anything pop
out of the too small shorts.
As I neared the door to the store a middle-aged man came
out, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the outside light.
He squinted again when he saw me approaching the door.  As I
neared him I could see he was about fifty pounds overweight
and in need of a shave.  Another few steps closer and I
amended the list to include a shower.
"Hey cutie," he said as his right hand came out towards my
crotch.
I swept his hand away, throwing him off-balance so that he
moved out of my way.  "Touch me and die asshole," I growled.
These tight shorts really did put me in a bad mood.
"You're the one dressed like a whore, baby," he hissed,
taking a step back.
I turned sharply towards him, muscles tensed, the anger from
the past 24 hours making the veins in my forehead pulse.
"Fuck!" he said, his voice an octave higher than before as
he walked backwards and then tripped, falling on his fat ass
in the parking lot.

"Bitch!" he squealed, and picked his ugly self up and half
ran across the parking lot to a station wagon.

For just a moment I again felt in control, all man, in
charge. Until I turned towards the door and saw my
reflection in the glass.  A moment's victory wasn't going to
make this all okay, I thought as I walked into the store.

Inside the store were about ten rows of video racks, with an
empty cashier's stand at the front.  I didn't see the clerk
or for that matter any display cases with "toys."

"Can I help you?"

Startled, I turned around.

He was about six foot tall with bleached blonde hair and so
thin you'd be tempted to say skinny.  He raised his head
towards my eye level as he finished checking me out.  Not
the kind of guy I'd pay much attention to in a bar.  A bit
too skinny and lot too girly for me.

"You must be Carter's new boy?" he said, his voice high, the
tone teasing, as he put his hands on his hips.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Well, do you have the list honey?" he said, his left hand
moving out then bending at the wrist.

"Yeah," I replied, holding it out.

"You have an amazing vocabulary," he smirked, taking the
list and the money from me.  "Go ahead and look around while
I go to our Toy Department and `fill' this order," he added,
very happy with himself and his play on words.

As he turned from me he walked not towards the back of the
store but to the front door, He then locked it and turned
the `Open' sign around so that it would read `Closed' on the
outside.

"I'm about to take my lunch break and you're my last
customer," he said as if in reply to my questioning look.

He walked past me and I saw him go to the back of a store
then through a black door and out of sight.  I looked around
at the shelves of videos.  It was straight porn mostly, row
upon row of nothing but big tits and pussy.  I came to the
last row, close to that black door and there was a rack of
gay porn.  In this case it was pictures of big cocks and
tight asses, and much more to my liking.

I heard the door open and looked up to see the clerk coming
out holding a black paper bag about the size of a grocery
bag, stapled closed at the top.

As I reached for the bag he drew it back, saying, "You still
owe me a dollar."

"But I... don't." I stammered.

"Yeah I can see it'd be pretty hard to carry a wallet in
those shorts," he said, not taking his eyes off of my
crotch.  "Well, no toys unless they're paid for," he added,
starting to turn back towards the door.

"But it's only a dollar!  I'll come back later and."

"How many times do you think I've heard that before?" he cut
me off.  "That's as old as `I promise I won't cum in your
mouth,' honey," he added.

There was no way I was going to walk back to Carter's house
dressed like this.  I reached out towards the bag, but the
clerk pulled it back.

"Are you trying to rob me?" he said, his voice high, the
words exaggerated.

"Please," I said.

"What?"

"I said, please.  I can't go back without that bag," I
pleaded. "Hmmm. well, why don't you come with me for a
moment," he said, motioning towards the black door, adding,
"You first."

I opened the door and walked in and was immediately overcome
with the smell of leather.  I looked around and saw shelves
filled with wire mesh crates overflowing with the same kind
of restraints that had been used so effectively on me
recently.

"Over here honey," he said, pointing towards a dimly lit
area behind the shelves.

As I walked around I saw that the back wall of the store had
been converted into a type of rack, with various hooks and
rings installed.  Leather restraints hung there like some
kind of S&M fitting room for customers.

"Right over here," he said, his hand grabbing me above the

elbow and directing me towards that wall.

"Wait a minute, what's."

"Do you want the bag or not?" he said.

"I do, but..."

"Then fucking do what you're told, boy," he said, his voice
still high but the tone completely changed from a moment
ago.


I walked over to the wall, dumbfounded.  This skinny queen
had been lilting around the store a few minutes ago and was
now giving me orders?


"We come in all shapes and sizes honey," he said, pulling
down a pair of leather cuffs and strapping them around my
wrists.


"But it's only a dollar," was the only thing I could think
of to say.


He pulled on a cable and my hands were lifted above my head.
I was cuffed and at the will of this fucking video store

clerk.

All so I wouldn't have to face Carter without his bag of
toys. Or walk home dressed like a whore-boy.  For a fucking
dollar!!! As all that registered I pulled against the cuffs
this was quite enough and I was done with this whole thing.

"I little late for that boy," he said, smiling at me.

"Fucking let me go!" I yelled.

"I really don't like your tone of voice Mister," he said,
his high voice almost a tease.  He turned around, reached
onto a shelf out of my sight and then came back with an
extremely large ball gag held by a web of leather straps.

"I think this will take care of the noise problem," he said,
jamming the ball into my mouth.

His slender fingers worked quickly and in moments I was
securely gagged.  I thought my jaw was going to crack the
damn ball was so large.  I tried to yell at him but all that
came out was muffled incoherent moans.

"Oh that's much better," he said, stepping close to me and
putting his hands into the waistband of my shorts.  "Carter
told me you were hot," he said, his voice now boyish and
smooth.

As he pulled down my shorts my cock stuck out in front of
me, half-hard.

"You like being tied up, don't you boy?" he smirked. "You're
the kind of guy who wouldn't give me a second look out
there," he said, nodding his head towards the door, "but now
things are different, aren't they boy?"

All I could do was moan in reply.

He kneeled in front of me and put both his small hands on my
cock, stroking it gently.  As I quickly went hard I could
feel the leather straps from the ball and cockring pull on
my skin.

"This looks so fucking sexy on you," he purred, as he
touched the tip of his tongue to the head of my cock.

I shuddered as he licked me.

He then stood up, pulling my shirt up and over my head as he
did. His hands then roamed over my chest, stopping on my
already store nipples.

As he started to twist them both, he said, "Carter told me
you liked this."

I moaned loudly through the gag.

"Oh yeah," he said in a whisper.  "You have no idea how much
I've wanted to rent a muscle boy and get everything I've
always wanted."

He then turned around and grabbed something from a nearby
shelf. As he turned back towards me I saw something shiny,
then felt cool metal on my nipples. The sensation went from
cool to hot instantly as the tit clamps were pinched down
and I moaned in pain into the unyielding ball gag.

I felt his hands stroking my cock as that now familiar jolt
of electricity went from my nipples and out through the head
of my cock.  I unconsciously moved my hips, stroking into
his hands.

The clerk kneeled in front of me again and instantly took my
cock deep into his mouth.  I felt the back of his throat
give way as he pulled on my ass, drawing me in deeper.

I gave in to the pleasure, drawing my hips back and then
jamming my cock deep into his hot throat.  He responded by
digging his hands into my ass and devouring my cock.
Suddenly I felt more pain in my nipples and opened my eyes
to see him pulling on the chain holding the nipple clamps
together.  I moaned as I fucked his face harder in response.

Then he stopped.

He stood up, grabbed me by the waist and spun me around,
pushing me into the wall as he leaned into me.  I could feel
him pull down his pants as the nipple clamps tore into me
from the pressure.  Then his cock was lined up with my
asshole.  I panicked as I realized he was about to bareback
fuck me and I had nowhere to go.

"That's right bitch," he hissed as he jammed his cock
against my clenched hole, "I'm going to rape your ass."

I moaned into the gag, taking sharp breaths through my nose
as he continued trying to invade my raw ass.

Then he stopped.  Again.

His hands started caressing my back, then my shoulders,
gently turning me around.  As I leaned against the wall he
unbuttoned his shirt and leaned into me so that our hot skin
melted together.  He started kissing me around the edges of
the ball gag as I hung there suspended by the wrist
restraints.

"It's okay baby, I just had to go there. See what it was
like," he cooed.  "Here's what I really want to do."

With that he kneeled in front of me once again and took my
hard dripping cock all the way to the back of his throat in
one fluid move.  He held it there for a moment as I felt his
hot breath on my balls.

Then he started sucking with a vengeance.  I could hardly
get a stroke in as he jammed my cock deeper and deeper into
his throat. His small fingers dug into my ass as I moved my
hips in rhythm with his sucking.  I could feel the
restraints pulling at my wrists.  It was strange being bound
yet being the fucker instead of the fuckee.  Top and bottom
had taken on yet another meaning in my now topsy-turvy
world.

After a day of being sexually used by two horny teenagers I
was more than pent up.  I could feel my balls start to
tighten and my thrusting went into overdrive, the clerk
sucking every bit of my cock deep into his throat.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned.  "Mmmmmmmm!!!!"  I saw stars as I
shot repeatedly into the clerk's hot mouth.

I looked down and the clerk still had my cock in his mouth,
and I could see his right elbow moving in rapid motion as he
jerked himself off.

As he came he moaned, the vibration making my cock tingle
yet again.

After licking my cock clean he stood up, pulling my shorts
back up and tucking my cock back into place. He then took
the ball gag out of my mouth and as I worked my now sore jaw
around he planted his lips over mine, sticking his tongue
deep into my mouth.

I tasted my own cum.  When he took off the nipple clamps I
moaned loudly, muffled by his mouth on mine.

Stepping back, he took a rag and cleaned himself up, pulled
up his pants and buttoned his shirt.  He was once again the
unassuming video-store clerk.  As he lowered my bound wrists
and took off the leather cuffs he smiled at me.

"Here you go," he said, handing me the bag, "you earned it."

I didn't know what to say.  I took the bag and pulled my
shirt back down, shuddering as the fabric brushed over my
sore red nipples.

"Come on, I'll let you out," he motioned towards the front
of the store.

After he unlocked the door he turned the sign around so it
again read "Open."

"I told you I was going to eat lunch," he said, giggling to
himself.

I walked back out into the daylight towards Carter's car, my

legs weak.

Darren got out and pulled the seat back for me to get in.

"Give me the bag, boy," Carter ordered from the front seat.

I handed it to him as I got into the back seat.

"Wait!  Wait!" I heard a now-familiar voice scream. It was
the clerk and he was running towards the car.


`Fuck, now what?' I thought.


"Your boy forgot this," the clerk said to Carter, as he
handed him a videotape.


"Thanks Jeff," Carter said with a wicked smile.


I already knew he'd set me up and the look on my face showed
it.


"You think I'd let anybody take my boy without my
permission?" Carter said, turning towards the back seat.
"Besides, I made a whole dollar off your ass," he laughed,
adding, "and this hot new release," as he held up the tape.


The urge to say `Fuck you' was so strong that a sound
actually came out of my throat.  I made like I was clearing
my throat as I willed myself to be quiet.

"You got something to say boy?" Carter demanded, sensing my
anger.

"No Sir," I replied.

"Good boy," Carter said as he started the car and we headed
out of the parking lot.  "Time to eat."

As we drove down the street I felt something cool on my
crotch and looked down.  A small wet patch had formed on the
outline of my cock head in the tight white gym shorts I was
wearing.  As I looked up I saw Darren staring at my crotch,
his lips slightly parted, tongue licking his upper lip.
When he came out of his

lustful stupor he saw me looking at him.  His eyes narrowed
and his jaw clenched as he glared back, then turned around.

Carter pulled the car into a McDonald's and parkedacross the
parking lot from the entry.  It was going to be another walk
of shame.

"You should be pretty hungry by now boy, all the action
you've been getting?" Carter leered.  "Let's go."

Darren opened the door and moved the seat forwardthankfully
all the way this time so I could get out with anything
falling out. The niceness was shortlived, as I felt a push
from behind.  They were making me walk in front of them into
the Burger King.

I could feel eyes staring at me as I walked across the
parking lot, the tight white nylon shorts hugging my ass
with each step, my cock and balls outlined in the tight
front pouch with the wet spot.

As I walked towards the entry a familiar face came into view
coming out the door.  It was the guy who'd made a grab for
me at XXX Video.  As he turned towards me his jaw fell
slack.  I could read the word `fuck' on his lips as he
dropped his coke.  Then a large woman who appeared to be at
least ten years older than him pushed open the door behind
him, sending him sprawling into the puddle of spilled coke.

"Damn it Harold are you a complete klutz?" she shrieked.
"Get your ass up and take me home or I'll be late to watch
Jerry Springer."

"Yes dear," poor Harold replied, looking at me with a
strange mixture of desire, embarrassment and anger blended
with about two hundred pounds of resentment in the form of
his wife.

I could already tell this was not going to be a Happy Meal.