Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 13:38:21 -0700
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part One M/b Incest

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A little back story first...  My name's Mark and I'm 29 years old.  I live
in the deep south with my incestuous, nudist family.  Which consists of my
Brother James age 30, my Son Jacob age 9 and my Dad age 62 as well as his
adopted Grandson Alex age 5.

Jacob and I use to live in our own place with my wife.  Until, she was
unfortunately killed in a car accident awhile back and that messed me up
pretty bad mentally and emotionally.  I decided then to move back home and
leaned on my family for support.

However, I ended up spirally out of control.  I turned to drugs and
drinking.  I lost my job, I couldn't afford the rent for the house I had,
so I lost that too.  It wasn't long before I was living in a hotel,
snorting crack and shooting up heroin.

Luckily, Jacob was in good hands with his Uncle James, who took care of him
and kept him from witnessing me as I went down hill.  At one point I think
I tried to pimp my own Son out for money to buy more drugs.  I still can't
believe that happened.  It was probably one of the lowest points in my
life.

Of course, I'd have to say the actual lowest point, would have to be when I
woke up in the hospital after overdosing.  I'd like to say I saw the error
of my ways then but honestly I didn't.  I tried hard to get my life back to
normal but I couldn't do it without help.

After several weeks of trying, I was about to give up.  I needed a fix and
I got it but it wasn't the fix I had expected.  They say sex can cure a bad
mood but I don't know if they ever said it could fix a drug addiction.
Well, ok, maybe it can't fix it but it can become a substitute of sorts.
Especially when it's sex with little boys.

I think fucking little boys is an addiction all it's own really.  It can
easily take over your life and make you do things you normally wouldn't do.
You might become a hoarder of underage porn or you might find yourself
trolling the local parks and school playgrounds.  Whatever it takes to feed
the addiction.

Over the years, I've watched my Dad and his battle with his addiction to
little boys.  Hell, James and I grew up being our Dad's fix.  In the end,
it turned us into who we are and there's nothing we can do about that.  I'd
like to think James takes after Dad more than I do though.  Maybe it's
because James was always the one getting fucked up the ass by him, while I
was just the one giving him head all the time.

Whatever the reason, we are who we are now.  I can accept it and move on.
Though I won't hurt a boy as they will.  Ok, sometimes I have my relapses
with Jacob and just have to see his hole be abused.  But for the most part
I am the gentlest of the men in our house.

I think that's probably why a boy I met, named Damien has bonded with me
like he has.  He knows I won't hurt him, at least not on purpose.  He's a
sweet kid and deserves to be made love to and not abused.  His own Uncle is
a boylover and I've known him since I was Damien's age.  He and I are a lot
alike in our views and ways.  I know he trusts me to love his boy and it's
that trust and respect that I appreciate.

Which brings me to my point.  I trust, love and respect my family more than
anything and I'm thankful they have been there to help me through the bad
times.  However, I have been a burden on them over the last several months.
Between them having to pay my way, whenever we'd go out or having to carry
me into the house, after I'd passed out drunk in the car on the way home.

After all the hard times and issues, I'm finally getting myself back up on
my own two feet and just this past week, I started a new job.  I'm a
bartender at a little dive bar called Dipsticks and I think it's time I
repaid my family for all they've done for me...

-

Chapter One: "Dip'n Your Dipstick"

I don't know why but I practically fell in love with Diptsticks, after my
Dad and I came to check it out one week.  My Dad had heard about it from
some guys at his work and it sounded interesting.  Once I saw it, I was
captivated by it's dark, dingy, grungy appearance and admired the ingenuity
of the owner to convert the place into the great dive bar that it was.

Dipsticks is a small dive bar, just off Exit-69, on the outskirts of town,
right up the road from the county line.  It's right there off the Exit, in
what use to be an old strip mall, consisting of three storefronts, built
from concrete block.  One storefront is at each end and one in the middle
that was gutted by fire some years back.  I remembered hearing about the
fire but never knew anyone had plans to renovate the place afterward.

After all, who would bother renovating such a place?  It's pretty much the
only thing on the Exit, aside from the rundown gas station that sits across
the road from it.  It's so out of the way that most people from town don't
come out that way and it doesn't help that it looks like it's a rat
infested hell hole.  Of course, for me, I found that to be part of its
charm.

The storefront closest to the on-ramp to the interstate, serves are the
main bar.  It's where me and my Dad spent most of our time, drinking at the
counter and watching the go-go boy dancing on it.  It has one Billiards
table in the center with the bar counter along the wall and one open door
restroom in the back.  It has a side door at the end of the counter, that
leads into the middle storefront next door.  Which they call the patio,
since it lost its roof in the fire and now only has four walls.

There are tables and chairs setup in the patio and an area in the back
corner, that has a metal framed sex swing.  The old front door to the patio
storefront has been replaced with a metal gate and the windows have been
replaced with metal fencing.  The patio also has a side door, which leads
into the next and final storefront.

The storefront on the far end has its door and windows boarded up.  The
side door entrance leads into a short hallway with two doors.  One on the
left that leads to the owner's office and another on the right, which has a
'do not enter' sign posted on it.  It also has a steel bar that crosses in
front of the door with a padlock on it.

My Dad says the place is a little creepy but I found it's cold, filthy,
industrial feel to be appealing.  Even the black ash and soot stains on the
walls and floor of the patio area gave it character.  That's probably why I
kept coming back to the place.  That and the cheap beer, which when you
have no job, cheap is all you can afford.

It was during one of my many return visits that I asked Roger, the owner,
if he was hiring.  I think at first he was a little skeptical of my
seriousness.  I ended up asking him about three more times before he
finally said he'd give me a chance.  I promised him, that if there was one
thing I knew, it was alcohol and the next thing I knew I was bar-tending
for him.

It was now Monday night and I was working behind the counter.  I had on my
favorite blue jeans, white tank top and a cowboy hat.  Business was very
slow, at least slower than I had seen it in the short time I had been
coming there and I figured I could step away from the counter for a minute
to take a piss.  I took a quick look around to make sure all three of my
customers had been served, before I made my way around the end of the
counter.

"Hey, keep an eye on things for me will ya?"  I asked Nathan, who was
standing on the counter texting on his smart phone.

Nathan was the bar's resident go-go boy.  He was a very skinny, almost
boney, pale white Punk/Gothic kid; With midnight blue colored hair and
super blue eyes.  This night he had on white high-top sneakers and a neon
pink speedo.  Despite him working in a bar, my Dad thought for sure he
couldn't be more than 14 or 15 years old.

I hadn't had the chance yet to ask him his age, since he wasn't a very
talkative kid and so it was hard to get him to say more than just a few
words.  I suppose if I had, had a smart phone I could have gotten him to
talk to me that way but that would have meant I really wanted to talk to
him, which I really didn't.

I left my post in his hopefully competent hands as I made my way to the
restroom.  One of the things I really liked about the restroom at
Dipsticks, is there was no door on it.  The toilet stalls were around a
corner so no one could see, unless they stuck their heads in and peeked
around inside.  As I walked through the open doorway, I could see my
reflexion in the long mirror directly opposite it, which stretched from one
end of the restroom to the other.

I walked up to the trough urinal, which was directly beneath the long
mirror.  Then I unzipped my jeans and started taking a piss.  As I stood
there looking in the mirror and listening to the country music that was
playing throughout the bar, I noticed some commotion in the main room.  It
looked as though what few customers I had were getting up and leaving.  I
didn't even bother to look back to double check.

It was such a slow night and getting close to closing time anyway, that I
figured they were probably just as bored as I was and ready to call it a
night.  After a few seconds though, I noticed Nathan walking back and
fourth in front of the bathroom doorway.  It looked like he was helping to
clean up after the customers that had just left.  It was a nice gesture but
a little out of character for him, since he was usual very lazy and quiet.

So I finished pissing and turned around to see what was going on.  Before I
had a chance to put my dick back in my jeans, I found Nathan standing in
front of the doorway staring at me.

"What's up?"  I asked casually.

"You tell me, cowboy."  He replied as he looked down at my dick in my hand.

"Very funny."  I said as I stuffed my dick back in my jeans and zipped them
up.

Then unexpectedly, he walked into the restroom and blocked the doorway.

"I ain't making jokes."  He said.

I watched as he ran his hand down the front of his chest, down over his
tiny belly button and grabbed his crotch.  For someone who had barely said
more than a handful of words to me over the passed week, Nathan had
suddenly become confrontational and apparently had sex on his mind.

"You want some of this?"  He asked, in an attempt to sound seductive.

"I think that's for paying customers and I'm one broke joker."  I replied,
"I haven't even got my first pay check yet."

He gave me a coy look and reached down, pulling a dollar out of his speedo
and held it up.

"Fine."  He said, "Here.  Now you can afford some of this tight little
ass."

It took all I had not to laugh at the poor kid.  I didn't know him well
enough to know if he was joking with me or if he really was trying to get
me to pay for sex with him.  I took the dollar from his hand and looked at
it.

"Just a dollar, huh?  I don't mean to sound rude, but you know that makes
you a cheap whore right?"  I said with a grin.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at me like I was two shades of
stupid.  So, I took a step forward and leaned down, slowly stuffing the
dollar back into his speedo.

"Mmmmm."  He moaned softly as I finished inserting the dollar and quickly
reached down cupping his crotch in my hand.

I grabbed hold of the kid's package and felt him up.  For someone who was
supposedly of age, he didn't seen to have much of a dick on him at all.  I
groped him a bit as I looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was
watching.  Of course, by this time there was no customers left in the bar.

I continued to feel him up for a minute, before deciding to move my hand
away but not before I pulled the front of his speedo down, to sneak a peek.
As his little cock came into sight, I knew my Dad had been right all along.
Nathan had just a tiny bit of peach fuzz for pubes and a very small uncut
dick, it couldn't be more than 3".

"You like my little dick?"  He asked proudly.

I moved my hand away and the elastic of his speedo snapped shut.

"Not bad...  For a kid."  I replied as I looked into his eyes.

To which, he immediately said, "I'm not a kid.  I'm 18.  I have ID."

"I'm sure you do but you're not 18."  I said.

"An how you know that, huh?"  He asked defiantly.

"Trust me, I know a kid when I see one."  I replied.

"Well...  Does it really matter anyway?"  He asked.

"Not to me but it might to Roger."  I replied.

"Shit.  My Daddy knows how old I am.  Oops!"  He said quickly covering his
mouth.

Hearing that, my eyes popped open wide and I felt my heart skip a beat.  It
was one thing to be flirting with an underage boy in a bar but it was
another to be doing with to my new boss's Son.  I wasn't sure what to
think.  Up until then, I hadn't noticed anything out of the usual between
them, that would have lead me to believe they were related.

"Your Daddy?  Roger's your Daddy?"  I asked surprised.

Just about that time, I saw Roger came into view over Nathan's shoulder.
He'd just walked in through the side door from the patio and come into the
main room.  Roger reminded me of a 70's porn star or maybe a vintage
hustler.  His thick mustache and hairy arms, combined with his rugged good
looks and broad shoulders, made him a little intimidating but he seemed to
be a nice guy.  He must have been in his mid-50's with just a touch of gray
hair amongst the dark brown.

He was dressed similarly to me, in his dirty blue jeans, a blue shirt with
cut-off sleeves and a baseball cap.

"Nate!"  Roger yelled.

Nathan turned around and bolted across the room in a hurry.  He stopped in
front of Roger and quickly climbed back up onto the counter.

"I pay you to shake your ass, not stand in the pisser."  Roger said.

"Shake it for who?  Ain't nobody here no ways."  Nathan said as he got up
to his feet on the counter.

"I'm here, so you damn well shake it for me, you ungrateful little shit."
Roger said.

Then Nathan reached down to pick up his phone from the counter but before
he could, Roger snatched it out of his hands.

"Hey!  What the hell!?"  Nathan said.

"My phone bill, my phone."  Roger said as he proceeded to go through the
kid's phone.

I walked up and made my way back around the counter to my spot, opposite
Roger and looked up at Nathan as he stood between us.  The kid looked down
at me and gave me a nasty look.  So naturally, I gave him one back.

"What's this shit, huh?"  Roger asked as he showed Nathan the display on
the phone.

I could see there was a picture of someone's dick on it and it definitely
wasn't Nathan's.

"What've I told ya about sexting?"  Roger asked, "That shit'll get'cha a
one way ticket to offender-land and trust me, it ain't the happiest place
on Earth.  Delete that shit!"

I could tell by the tone of his voice that Roger was pissed as he handed
the phone back to Nathan.  The kid took it in his hand and rolled his eyes
as he fumbled with the onscreen functions.  While he played with his phone,
I picked up a rag and started wiping down the counter, trying to look busy.

Roger looked around for a moment and then turned to me and said, "I guess
we might as well close up for the night.  Hand me your drawer and I'll
count it down, while you lock up out here."

I nodded my head and closed down the cash register, causing the drawer to
eject from it and receipt to print.  Then I handed it to Roger and he
carried it back through the side door as he made his way back to his
office.  As I came around the counter and walked to the front door to lock
it, Nathan jumped down and went out the side door following Roger.

As I locked the front door, I noticed what looked like some homeless people
had gathered at the gas station across the street.  The station was closed
by this hour but the street lights outside were still on and I could see
their silhouettes moving around.  I watched them for a few minutes and then
went about cleaning a few things.  It was getting close to 2am, which was
our usual closing time, since that's the latest that bars in the area are
allow to serve alcohol and I was generally done with work and out the door
by 2:30am.

After I'd done some cleaning, I gave the main room a quick once over with
my eyes and flipped off the lights.  Then made my way to the side door and
stepped out into the patio area.  It was nice and cool outside and the sky
above was completely clear.  I sat down at one of the tables and leaned
back, looking up at the stars overhead.  The sound of the traffic on the
interstate, provided a mild rumbling sound, which seemed to get collected
within the four walls of the patio.  All in all, it was relatively
peaceful.

As I sat there waiting for Roger to finish up and escort me out through the
metal gate of the patio, like he had done all week at closing time; I heard
the side door leading to his office open and I looked over.  Nathan exited
and came over to me to inform me that Roger wanted to see me in his office.
I assumed maybe there was something wrong with the amount in my drawer or
something, which I knew shouldn't be, since it had been so slow that I
figured I couldn't have made that many mistakes.

I got up and followed Nathan as lead the way into the old, dingy, dirty
hallway and into Roger's office.  We walked inside and I stood there, just
inside the door as Roger got up from his chair.  He looked over at Nathan
and motioned for him to come closer.  The kid walked right up to him and he
reached down and pulled the dollar bills from Nathan's speedo.

"Is there something wrong with my drawer count?"  I asked curiously as I
watched Roger count the money in his hand.

He shook his head no as he counted Nathan's money and set it on his
cluttered desk.  Then he tugged on the waistband of the kid's speedo.
Nathan took that as a sign to get naked, which he did.  He slipped it off
and handed it to Roger, who then sniffed it as he looked at me.  I wasn't
sure where to look, so my eyes dotted back and fourth, from Roger sniffing
the speedo and the kid's fully exposed little dick.

"Nate tells me you turned him down."  Roger said as he finished sniffing
the speedo and tossed it onto his desk, on top of the money.

I looked from the kid's dick and replied, "Yeah, I suppose I did."

Roger looked at me curiously and then reached his hand down in front of
Nathan, cupping his young dick in his hand.  The kid stood there and
grinned devilishly as the man fondled him.

"May I ask why?"  Roger asked as he fondled the kid in front of me.

"I just don't think it's right."  I replied.

"You think he's too young, huh?"  He asked as though it was something he
had heard many times before.

Of course, I didn't have any issue with the kid's age and I replied, "No,
it ain't that."

"Oh?  Than what is it?"  Roger asked.

"He's your Son.  I ain't alright with touching what don't belong to me."  I
replied.

Roger shook his head as he moved his hand away from the kid's dick and
said, "Damn it, Nate.  Why'd you go and tell him I was your Daddy for?"

To which, Nathan replied, "I don't know, it just sorta popped out."

"Yeah, I bet it did."  Roger said with a smirk.

At this point I was confused and tired and ready to go home.  But I could
see they had other things in mind and I was curious to see where things
were leading.

"You mean he's not your Son?"  I asked confused.

"Oh, he is.  Well, not really, not legally at least."  Roger replied.

I looked at them both even more confused and braced myself against the door
frame as I suspected there was a long explanation coming.

"It's like this here...  I met Nate when he was living on the streets.  He
hung around a few older boys that use to sleep at the gas station across
the way.  I'd see him when I came by to do a bit of pump'n."  Roger
explained, "He couldn't mind his own damn business and walked in on a few
things he shouldn't have.  Long story short, I took a liking to him and I
took him in, gave him a place to lay his head and promised I'd take care of
him.  In return he had to do a few things for me.  You know, take care of
my needs."

Nathan smiled at me as he reached over and playfully groped Roger's cock
through his jeans for me to see.  I nodded my head slowly as I put two and
two together.  Roger seemed at ease in his explanation, probably because he
assumed that I thought the kid was at least close to legal age.

"Not saying I'm a fag or nothing but hey, a man needs a safe place to dump
his seed, am I right?  Can't trust none of them filthy bitches in this
town.  They just wanna trap ya.  Get'em knocked up so they can own your ass
for 18yrs."  Roger continued, "Ain't gotta worry about that with another
fella, am I right?"

I nodded my head and replied, "Oh I hear you, much safer and less drama
too.  Besides, men know what feels good to other men."

"Ain't that the truth.  We know what makes our dicks hard."  He said.

Of course what Roger didn't know was that I knew all to well now what made
his dick hard, I was just waiting for him to admit it.

"An from the back they all look the same anyways."  Roger said with a wink.

"Unless they got a hairy ass crack."  I said with a smirk, "Of course, then
you just gotta find one that ain't got any hair down there yet, am I
right?"

Roger's eyes lit up and he replied, "My word...  A man who knows a thing or
two bout the smooth."

I could see I had gotten his attention and the two of us were finally
getting on the same page.  He moved Nathan's hand away from the obvious
bulge in his jeans and stepped closer to me.  I stood up straight as our
eyes met and he moved in front of me.  I felt as though I was being stared
down by a predator.  Fortunately for me, I'd spent most of my life living
with one and knew how to keep my cool.

"I knew I had a strange feel'n bout you and that old man you come in here
with."  Roger said, "That what makes your dick hard, huh?  You like them
innocent little boys, do ya?"

By the sound of his voice, I couldn't tell if he was asking me a friendly
question or actually disturbed by the idea.

So, I responded the best way I could, "Ain't nothing innocent bout'em.  Not
if they spread their tiny legs for a grown man."

Roger and I kept our eyes on each other as we continued to stare each other
down.  I could sense him trying to feel me out.  He was definitely into
boys but he seemed to be trying to make sure it was safe to admit it me.

"Yeah?  They ain't innocent are they?  They know what they want from us.
Mmmm.  Hairless little asses.  Just begg'n for a fuck'n."  He said.

"They want what a women can't give'em."  I replied.

"Poor little queers.  They're born that way, that's what they say, you
know.  Ain't that right, Nate?"  Roger asked as he glanced back to Nathan.

"That's right, Daddy."  Nathan replied.

I watched Roger's eyes as they moved down to my crotch and back up again as
he said, "Nate says you gotta big dick on ya..."

Before he could say another word, I very casually unzipped my pants, right
there in front of him.  He watched as I dropped them to my knees and showed
him what I was packing.  I lifted up the bottom of my shirt, showing him my
thick, bushy pubes as my 7" cut dick hung freely between my legs.

"Mmmm.  I'll tell ya, the boy sure knows a big'un when he sees it."  Roger
said as he looked down at my dick.

Nathan looked too as I stood there proudly in the doorway on full display
for them.

Roger turned to Nathan and said, "Don't just stand there.  Get on your
fuck'n knees and suck the man's dick, you stupid queer."

With that, Roger moved aside allowing Nathan to drop to his knees in front
of me.  I looked down at him and watched as he opened his mouth and took
the head inside.  He reached up with his hands and massaged my hairy balls
as he began eagerly sucking the length.

I wasn't sure if I should say anything or just let it happen.  The boy
definitely knew how to suck as he worked his tongue around the head of my
shaft.

"That's right.  Suck the man's dick.  It's what you wanted."  Roger said
softly.

Hearing that, it occurred to me that the Father in this situation had just
succeeded in helping his Son get my dick in his mouth, after he'd failed on
his own earlier.  It was clear then, that even though they weren't blood
relatives, they definitely had a bond and I had to respect Roger's devotion
to the kid.  He'd helped get him off the streets and was taking care of
him.  Even if it was for his own pleasure.

I looked at Roger as he unzipped his jeans and they fell to his knees,
revealing his semi-hard 8" uncut dick with large metal piercing.  I tried
not to stare at it too long but it was an impressive piece of meat to
behold.  He took it in his hand and started stroking it as Nathan continued
to suck me.

"You're cool with this ain'tcha?"  Roger asked as he reached over and
lifted the bottom of my shirt up more to see my hairy stomach.

I nodded my head and Roger said, "Yeah, you are.  Mmmm.  Every man likes
his dick sucked.  Young queers give the best head, am I right?"

I nodded my head again and replied, "That they do."

Nathan continued to suck me for a few minutes and had me throbbing hard as
Roger admired my hairy stomach and watched the kid devouring my dick.  Then
Roger let go of my shirt and put his hand on Nathan's head.  He guided the
kid's head over to his own dick and shoved it in his mouth.

I'd never seen a kid take a pierced dick in his mouth before and it looked
like it was one hell of a challenge.  Nathan gagged on it as Roger forced
him to suck it.  The crescent shaped metal stud had to be half way down his
throat but he damn sure took it.

I began stroking my cock as I watched the two in action.  The kid had
definitely learned how to service the man's shaft and judging by what Roger
had said, he was no stranger to it.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm.  Show Mark how you earn that phone, boy."  Roger said with a
grin as he looked over at me.

I grinned and continued to stroke my rock hard dick, which Roger seemed to
enjoy seeing.  After a few minutes, Roger grabbed the kid by the hair and
lifted him up to his feet.  Nathan wiped his mouth as he stood there
looking at us.  I glanced down and noticed his own little dick had sprung
up and was sticking straight out.

Roger noticed too and swatted it with his hand and said, "No one wants that
little thing."

The kid looked ashamed as Roger dissed his young manhood in front of me.

Then Roger pointed to his desk and said, "Turn around and bend over.  Show
us that little cunt of yours."

Nathan bent over Roger's desk and spread his tiny smooth cheeks, revealing
his hole to us.  I could tell by the looks of it, that it had been abused
repeatedly and aggressively.  It was a tattered and shredded little hole
with scaring around the outside.  Roger stepped up behind him and ran his
hand over the kid's ass.  Then shoved his middle finger up inside him.

"Ahhh!"  Nathan gasped and whimpered.

"Mmmm!  Yeah, that's what Daddy wants."  Roger said.

The kid whimpered as he looked down at the desk.

"Yeah, we're gonna fuck you like a little bitch."  Roger said, "You're
Daddy's little queer bitch ain'tcha?"

"Yes, Daddy."  Nathan replied whimpering.

"That's right.  Mmmmm."  Roger said.

With that, Roger quickly pulled his finger out of the kid's hole and
prepared to replace it with the head of his dick.  He put one arm around
the kid's waist and guided his cock with his other hand.

"Ahhhhh!  Fuck!!"  Nathan cried out as Roger's big dick invaded him.

"That's right bitch.  Give Daddy your pretty ass."  Roger said.

Nathan looked humiliated as Roger forced his way inside his skinny ass.  I
knew that piercing must have been hurting something awful but he was taking
it the best he could.  It didn't take long for Roger to begin really
pounding the kid hard.  I could hear his balls slapping against Nathan's
ass cheeks and I could see the tears from his eyes, dripping down onto the
dollar bills on the desk.

The kid just kept his head down, looking at the money as Roger reamed his
little hole out from behind.  I watched and stroked my cock harder as Roger
pounded the kid.  He used his arm under the kid's waist to lift him up off
his feet just a bit, making it easier for Roger to mount him.

After a good solid 10mins, Roger was finally drawing close to cumming as he
thrust hard and deep up the kid's ass.  A few final firmly planted thrusts
and Roger shot his load up inside him.  I watched the man shiver and
convulse as he bred the kid.  It was hot to see such a classic looking
hustler type guy mounting and breeding a teenager like that.

I watched as Roger eased his cock out of the kid and lowered him back down,
allowing his feet to meet the concrete floor.  After all that, I expected
to see blood on the man's shaft but surprisingly there wasn't any.  There
was however some shit on the tip, wrapped around the piercing.

As the kid breathed a sigh of relief, Roger smacked his ass hard.

'Smack!'

"Ahh!"  Nathan yelped as his skinny ass bounced and he turned around.

Roger grabbed him by the back of the head and forced him down to his knees
in front of him.  Nathan looked up with tears in his eyes and stuck out his
tongue.  He clearly knew what was expected of him.  He began licking the
man's cock clean and Roger motioned for me to come closer.

I stepped closer with my dick in my hand.  I was stroking furiously and
Roger knew I was getting close to busting a nut.

He put his arm around me and said, "Coat the little fuckers face."

I was hardly in a position to deny his request as I could feel my load
building.  I stroked my shaft with one hand and pulled on my balls with the
other, until I felt the first drops of seed reach the tip.

"Mmm!  Fuckkkk!"  I groaned as I started to shoot my load.

I released a heavy, thick, chunky load of cum all over the kid's face as he
continued to suck Roger clean.  The globs of cum splattered across his pale
white little face and ran down his nose.  I was breathing heavy as I came
down from the high and Roger looked impressed as he stared down at my cum
on the kid's face.

"Fuck yeah, that's a nice fuck'n load."  Roger said.

Then Roger reached down and started to pull his pants back up as Nathan
finished cleaning his dirty shaft.  As the kid leaned back and looked down,
my cum dripped from his face and nose, onto the filthy concrete floor.

"Lick that shit up.  You wanted it, don't fuck'n waste it."  Roger said as
he finished pulling his pants back up.

I watched as Nathan wiped my cum from his face and ate it and then licked
up the puddle up from the concrete floor.  It was disgusting to see but I
couldn't look away, even as I pulled my pants back up, I kept watching.

Then suddenly, the sound of a bell echoed through the office and hallway.
It sounded muffled and unlike any sound I had heard while working at the
bar.

"Oh dammit!  What time is it?"  Roger asked as he looked at the clock on
the wall above his desk, it was a few minutes after 3am.

Whatever the bell was, it had certainly gotten his attention in a hurry.
He reached over to his desk and picked up a set of keys, on a very large
key ring and started out the door.  However, instead of heading back out of
the building, he walked to the door at end of the hallway.

I followed him out as he approached the door.  He unlocked the padlock and
lifted the metal bar from in front of the door.  Then he unlocked the door,
pushed it open and flipped on the light.  I was expecting the complete
darkness of the room inside to be replaced by bright light but that didn't
happen.

Instead, the room beyond became red in color.  As Roger walked in, I
followed him and discovered a room unlike anything I had seen before.  The
room opened up into an open area not much bigger than his office.  There
was a small bed along the one wall and a few chairs and a table.  Opposite
that, there were four shower stalls made from concrete, that had dividers
that reached from the floor to the ceiling.

Each stall was about 3' deep with a tile base and a drain, a single small
red light bulb in the ceiling above it and a metal ring mounted into the
back wall.  I stopped in front of the stall closest to the door that I come
in through as Roger continued to the back fire exit door and the bell rang
again.

"Hold your damn horses for fucks sake.  You'd think there was a fire or
something."  Roger said as he fumbled with the keys.

Once at the door, he again unlocked a padlock and lifted the metal bar
blocking the door.  As he did, the bell rang again.  It was very loud and
echoed in the room.  I looked up toward the back corner and noticed it was
coming from an old metal school bell.

Roger pushed the door open and in the darkness outside, I could see that a
few motorcycles had parked in the tall grass out back behind the building.
With the door open, three men came walking in, wearing biker gear.  They
had on helmets so I couldn't see their faces at first.

They came in and looked around for a moment, only to soon start staring at
me.  I wasn't sure what to do or say.  I just stood there nervously.  Then
I felt someone walk up from behind me.  I turned around, just as Nathan
entered the room.

He walked right passed me and knelt down in front of one of the bikers, who
immediately took off his helmet and handed it to him.  Then Nathan stood up
and carried it over to a coat rack in the corner by the door to the
hallway, that I hadn't noticed when I came in.

He hung the helmet up and then knelt in front of another biker, who removed
his helmet and handed it to him.  The boy repeated this until all three
bikers were finally without helmets.  I couldn't really make out who they
were or even the color of their skin, due to the red lighting of the room.

They each sat down at a chair and started talking amongst themselves as
though I wasn't even there.  It felt very unnerving and unsettling.  I
wasn't sure what I was witnessing.  Clearly everyone else was in the know
except for me.  I noticed Roger was standing outside the fire exit door and
appeared to be waiting for something.  After a few minutes, I heard the
rumble and air breaks of a semi-truck/big-rig pulling up nearby.

As I looked out through the open door, I saw it pull up and park between
the bikes and backdoor.  It's engine suddenly cut out and I saw the
passenger side door pop open a bit.  Then I heard the driver side door open
and close.  The next thing I knew, a large black man, dressed in black
leather came walking around the front of the rig to the passenger side
door.

He pulled the door open and reached his hand inside.  I wasn't sure what to
think, when next I saw a young little black boy on a metal leash, come
crawling out of the truck.  The black man closed the passenger door and
lead the boy inside with us.

The black boy couldn't have been more than 6-8 yrs old and was completely
naked.  He had a thick leather collar around his neck and the metal leash,
which was being held firmly in the black man's hand.  He walked on his two
feet until he reached the backdoor, in which he dropped to his knees and
began to crawl on all fours.

The bikers became quiet as they watched the black man lead the boy into the
room.  The man escorted the boy to the stall ahead of me and attached the
leash to the metal ring mounted in the wall.  The boy crawled into the
stall and sat up patiently, like a little puppy dog.

Then Roger closed the backdoor and locked it again, this time leaving the
bar and padlock off of it.  As he finished locking the door, the black man
looked at me and made his way closer.  He approached me and stopped right
in front of me as he examined me with his eyes.

"Who are you?"  He asked in a deep voice.

"I'm Mark, I work here.  At least I think I do."  I replied nervously.

"You think?"  The man asked.

Just then Roger stepped up and said, "Of course you work here.  Mark's my
new bartender.  He's usually on his way home by the time you fellas get
here."

"But tonight's different because?"  The man asked.

"Because tonight he helped me lay it to Nathan."  Roger replied, "He's one
of us.  Which means he can be trusted to work the late shift.  Assuming
you're ok with that of course.  It's more money and the crowd is, shall we
say, select."

"That's fine by me.  As long as it's not every night."  I replied.

"Why, you got somewhere better you gotta be?"  The man asked
condescendingly.

"Not that it's any of your business but actually I do."  I replied.

The way the man looked at me with deep dominating eyes, should have
intimated me.  In fact, I'm pretty sure he was expecting it to but I just
stood there calmly.

"Well, whatever it is, it's no problem.  We don't get together like this
every night.  Only three days a week."  Roger said.

"I'm cool with that."  I said.

"I hope whatever better plans you got can wait on those days."  The man
said even more condescendingly.

To which I replied, "Oh I'm sure they can.  If I'm not home, little Alex
and Jacob will get tucked into bed just fine without me."

That was all I had to say to make every man in the room suddenly stop and
stare.  They didn't have to know who the boys were or how old.  They heard
the key words they needed to hear.  Two boys names and tucked into bed.
That was enough to get their gears to turning and I knew it.

After peeking his interest, the black man realized he didn't need or want
to push me around nor intimidate me.  He nodded his head slowly and turned
around to join the bikers.  I wasn't sure what kind of establishment
Dipsticks was anymore, after learning of what was behind the mysterious
door with the do not enter sign at the end of the hallway.

I thought I'd seen it all working the main room, Bikers, Truckers, and
regular out of towners.  However, now I knew there was an entirely
different clientele.  The late night boy hustlers and filthy perverts, that
came out of the woodwork once the rest of the world had gone to sleep.

They knew there was one place they could come and fulfill their needs and
sick desires.  Where they could grab a late night beer, listen to some
country music and dip their dipsticks.

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