5 comments/ 92640 views/ 16 favorites Paying For It Ch. 02 By: david73 It was a long week. Brian spent his time alternately sweating from fear and stroking from his arousal. He knew he was in trouble, probably a lot of trouble, but every time he thought about what had happened to him, what Amber had done to him, his cock got hard. When he tried to think of ways out of the situation he had put himself in, he ended up imagining what she would do to him next. His nights were spent tossing and turning and jerking his cock again and again. By Friday, his colleagues at work had started commenting on how distracted Brian seemed. What could he say? Sorry I didn't catch that, I was too busy thinking about the whore I visited last week and how she laughed at my small penis? That would go down well. He could just picture the looks of shock, outrage and disgust he would get if he said something like that. Instead he just shrugged and grinned, muttering something about lack of sleep. And now it was Friday afternoon. He could feel the pressure building as the minutes ticked away. He wouldn't be able to avoid what was happening for much longer. Tonight he had to visit her again. He had no choice. And what would she do to him? "Daydreaming again Brian?" Lynne tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. She smiled. "You coming for a drink after work?" He shook his head "Ah, not tonight, no. I have... plans." He suppressed a shudder at the thought. Amber had left another message last night reminding him that "Little Dick" had an appointment at 6pm that Friday, not to be late and absolutely not to forget her "present". She meant cash of course, but she wasn't stupid enough to say that when she could be taped. Amber wasn't stupid at all, that was very obvious. "Oh?" Lynne looked at him, questions written all over her face. "Plans, huh?" Her emphasis was unmistakable and he couldn't help noticing how she pulled ever so slightly back from him. Brian cursed inwardly. An attractive, single, young woman had asked him to join her for a drink and he acted like he had a better offer. "Yeah, ah... family stuff. You know?" He hastily improvised. If anything Lynne's smile widened and she inched closer to him again. "Not even time for one drink?" She asked. Was he reading more into this than there was? It seemed like she really wanted him to join her. And she looked so damn cute. "Sure." He said smiling back at her. It wouldn't take anything like an hour to get to sauna. ***** In the end, it seemed like half the office went for that drink. It wasn't quite the intimate date Brian had pictured. But Lynne made a point of sitting next to him and engaging him in small talk despite his wandering mind. She paid him so much attention in fact that he got several angry looks from her other admirers. "So... I guess you've got to be going yeah?" Ellen said, bringing Brian back to reality again. He gazed at her blankly for a moment and she tapped her watch. "Plans... family... you know?" She smiled teasingly. "Man, you are spacey tonight." Brian's heart sank as he looked at his watch. He had to be at the sauna in less than fifteen minutes. He'd never make it. How would Amber react? He'd already seen that she had a mean streak if provoked. "You okay?" Lynne asked, reacting to his panicked expression. "What? Oh, yeah. Just, I'm running late. I have to go." He said, abruptly getting to his feet, almost knocking the table over in the process. "So, about that movie?" Lynne ventured tentatively. Movie? Shit! He hadn't been paying attention. The woman had been sounding him out for a date all this time and while he was sitting there in dreamland. It was a miracle she hadn't given up in disgust. "Call me." He said. "I always have my cell phone with me. We'll set something up for the weekend yes?" Lynne's beamed a smile at him. ***** It was well after six by the time Brian reached the sauna. Late, but not too late surely? This time he couldn't afford to hang around nervously outside. He stabbed the buzzer with his finger, tapping his foot impatiently. What some stranger thought of him going into a whorehouse was the least of his problems right now. When the door clicked, he pulled it open and almost ran inside. The place was every bit as dingy and seedy looking as the week before. It was cheap dressed up to look classy and failing miserably. The same fat man sat behind the counter with the same greasy hair and tattoos. But his expression when he looked up and saw Brian was very different. There wasn't even the pretence at good manners. The fat man's lips curled into a sneer as he stared at Brian, not speaking, just watching him squirm. "Um... I have an appointment." Brian began, feeling his palms start to sweat. The fat man's smile grew bigger and Brian was sure that he had been recognized. "What's the name?" The fat man wheezed. Brian felt his cheeks heat as the fat man smiled his smug smile. Amber had been very clear about who had the appointment and this bastard probably knew that too. "Little Dick." Brian muttered. The fat man coughed and sniggered. "On you go tiny, she's waiting for you." The fat man waved him on through, his body shaking with laughter. When Brian walked through the door and into the lounge area he immediately drew the attention of all the women in the room. Eight pairs of eyes were all focused directly on him. They must be expecting a busy evening he thought, trying not to cower under all the attention. He recognized several faces from his previous visit. They weren't hard to spot after all; they were the ones who were hiding their smiles behind their hands. Forcing himself to stay calm, he looked around and confirmed that Amber wasn't here. He paused in the doorway, not quite sure what to do next. He found himself almost paralyzed. On the one hand there was a lot of exposed female flesh to look at; on the other he was scared to draw any attention to himself. His problem was solved by one of the women he recognized from last week. She was a curvy redhead and unlike the others, she was making no effort at all to hide her grin. "Hi Dick." She said, sauntering towards him. "Or do you prefer to be called Little?" Brian flushed with embarrassment at her casual humiliation of him, trying to block out the sprinkles of laughter that had greeted her question. What exactly had Amber said to them, he wondered? "You're late." The redhead said. "Amber's with someone else right now. She said you'd wait." Her tone of voice made it clear she had no doubt that Brian would do whatever he was told. He cringed at how pathetic he must appear to these women. When he had entered the room, they had taken up their poses, trying to attract his interest. Now they had relaxed again. Still watching him, but not caring what he thought. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and just like last time, his cock twitched to life. "So..." The redhead murmured, obviously not yet finished with him. "Just how little are you really?" This time the laughter from the other women was louder. Brian felt his face burn bright red. "I'll just go freshen up." He muttered, shuffling towards the shower and locker area. As he left the room, the women erupted in open laughter. Brian shuddered, trying to ignore his stiffening cock. In the locker area, he hurriedly stripped, showered and put on one of the thick, white robes that they made available for the clientele. Not sure what to do next, but scared to go back out and face the other women, he hung around in one of the changing cubicles. Amber had obviously been reveling in her control over him and at least round here she wasn't going to keep it a secret. He had to find a way out of this mess before it got worse. It was only a few minutes before the redhead came looking for him though. "Thought I'd find you hiding back here." She smirked. "Amber says to get your ass down to the deluxe suite right now. Guess you're paying extra huh?" Brian shuddered to think how much he might end up paying. Not trusting his voice, he just nodded and tried to walk round the redhead to get to the door, but she stepped directly in his path. "First you got to pay the toll." She gave him a look of evil delight as she held out her hand. Brian stared at her in confusion. "Toll?" He wasn't sure what she wanted, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for him. Was he going to have to pay her as well? "Give me the robe." She said coldly. Reluctantly he shrugged the robe off his shoulders and slipped it off. Her eyes coolly assessed his exposed body, lingering on his crotch. Brian forced himself not to cover up. He wasn't sure if this was something that Amber had dreamt up or just an amusing game the redhead had come up with all by herself. Either way resisting would make things worse. "Tiny." Was all the redhead said before walking off with the robe. ***** Brian walked into the deluxe suite with a sense of dread and a knot in the pit of his stomach. This was easily the most impressive room in the whole sauna. Up on the wall in one corner was a TV, switched on and showing scenes from some porn movie. Below it and taking up most of that corner was a walk in bath. But the bulk of the room was taken up by a luxurious bed. Sprawled naked on top of the red satin sheets was Amber. "I'd recognize that dicklet anywhere." She sneered, making no effort to cover herself up. "Oooh look! Little dickie is getting all excited. Does it like what it sees?" Brian nodded, licking his lips, his eyes roaming all over Amber's exposed body. Even her taunting only added to his excitement. "Hey." Amber snapped her fingers. "Eyes up here loser. You're late and you'd better have my present with you." Brian raised his head to look Amber in the face as he held out his hand showing the crumpled bills he had been holding since he left the locker room. Amber laughed. "What a good little boy." She taunted. "Put them on the stand there and go run me a bath." She stretched languorously across the bed. "I just finished entertaining a client and I'm all sweaty." Brian bit his lip, staring at Amber's lush body. "Hurry up." Amber said coldly. "Bounce that pencil prick of yours over to the bath and get it ready for me." Brian hurried to obey. He shook his head in disgust at his own eagerness as he filled the bath. Something about the force of Amber's personally just made him want to do what she said. Every time he glanced over at her she was watching him, an amused smirk on her face. "You must really like looking at me today. I think your dicklet has grown. It might even be 4 inches now." Amber laughed crudely. "What are you thinking about? Are you picturing me with my last customer? He was big. Very big." Amber slid off the bed and sauntered over to the bath. Brian couldn't take his eyes off her as she paraded past him and slipped into the hot water with a moan. "Make yourself useful tiny. Soap me." She commanded and he eagerly obeyed. Part of him was alarmed at how easily she was training him to obey all her commands, but another part just reveled in the opportunity to touch her." Reaching out with lathered hands, he timidly caressed Amber's shoulders, his hands gently caressing her soft skin. She moaned again, arching her back slightly. Getting braver, Brian's hands explored her flesh. "Mmm, not bad. I could get used to this." Amber groaned, glancing over at him. " Ooh baby, your dicklet is twitching again." She giggled, as her eyes focused on his crotch. "Do you like cleaning me off after I fuck? Does it turn you on perv?" Brian blushed furiously, and didn't say a word, his hands still caressing his blackmailer's body. The door to the room swung open suddenly and Brian looked round in horror as a scantily clad young woman entered. His hands instinctively dropped to cover his crotch. The young woman quickly surveyed the scene, a smile curving her pouting lips as she scanned his body. Without a word of apology or explanation, she sauntered over to the bath, taking far more time than was necessary and handed a phone to Amber who took it with an evil smile. Brian stared at the familiar looking phone with growing alarm. "Thanks Rose." Amber said. "Tiny, did I tell you to stop soaping me?" Brian looked up from the phone in horror and the young woman gave a high-pitched giggle. Reluctantly he returned to rubbing soap on Amber. "That's a good little boy. After all it's not like you have anything to hide now is it?" Amber laughed and Rose joined in with another high-pitched giggle. His cheeks flaming red, Brian worked his hands along Amber's thighs, trying to ignore the way his erect cock was jutting out towards the young woman. Rose for her part, couldn't seem to take her eyes of it. "Smallest you've ever seen right?" Amber observed as Rose continued to stare at him. Brian fought the urge to squirm and hide from this intense scrutiny. "I wonder." Rose murmured, reaching into a pocket she pulled out a measuring tape. "Just how small is it?" Brian looked at Amber in horror. Surely even she wouldn't force him to suffer through this new embarrassment. But Amber just leant back in the tub and smirked at him. "You can wash me off now." Was all she said. Biting his lip, and trying to ignore the other woman, Brian took the washcloth and slowly worked it over Amber's legs. He gasped in surprise and pleasure as Rose wrapped one cool hand around his shaft, expertly milking his cock. "Just making sure this is as big as he gets." Rose said in response to Amber's questioning look. Brian whimpered as Rose gripped the head of his cock unrolling the tape along his length. "Oh yes, this is definitely the smallest prick I've ever seen." Rose laughed delightedly and Brian felt his toes curl with embarrassment. "I wish I could take a picture. The other girls will never believe me." "Oh we can." Amber purred, holding the phone in Brian's direction and pressing a button. His mind fuzzy from humiliation and lust, Brian reacted too slowly, his hands covering himself only after the damage was done. "See you next week Tiny." Rose laughed, blowing him a kiss before sauntering out of the room. "What did she mean by that?" Brian asked nervously. Amber's smile was pure evil. "Rose did me a small favor, so I'll be loaning you to her next week. It should be quite an experience for you. Rose specializes in customers with... different tastes. She has all sorts of ideas for you!" Amber laughed at Brian's look of horror. She lounged back in the tub, her breasts exposed to him. "Are you going to start drooling?" She mocked, trailing a finger along her cleavage as he stared at her. Brian swallowed audibly, his cock twitching and throbbing. He couldn't believe how easily this woman manipulated him. Amber stood and stepped out of the bat, droplets of water scattering in all directions as she padded towards the bed. Anticipating her next demand, Brian grabbed one of the towels next to the bath and hurried over to offer it to her. She accepted the towel with a smile and he found himself strangely grateful for her approval. "Such an obedient little man. I can see you'll be easy to train." Amber mused almost to herself. "You know I was really just looking to take your money this week, but turns out playing with you is just so much fun." Amber spread the towel out over the bed and lay down on her stomach. Brian stood waiting for her next instructions, his eyes captivated by her exposed ass and pussy. She lifted his phone in her hand and idly pressed some of the buttons. "My, that pictured turned out great. You can even see the numbers on the tape!" Amber glanced back at him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Lick me!" It was an order that Brian was only too happy to obey. Crawling between her legs, he bent his head to her pussy. "Uh, uh, uh!" Amber giggled. "My ass, lick my ass." Brian shuddered as she wiggled her butt in his face. "It's your choice." Amber shrugged, waving his phone in her hand. "Lets see. Who shall we send your picture to?" Brian ground his teeth helplessly, trying to think of a way out of this. "Well?" Amber looked back at him. Shuddering, Brian leant forward and ran his tongue along the crack of her ass. "Oooh, good boy." Amber moaned as he pressed his tongue against her asshole. "That's it." She squirmed against his face. "Oh you're a natural ass kisser aren't you Dicklet? Is this how you keep your girlfriend happy?" Amber taunted him. "You do have a girlfriend right?" She smirked over her shoulder at him as his tongue probed her ass. "Well?" "Um, sort of." Brian mumbled, pulling his face away from Amber's ass long enough to answer her, his face red with embarrassment. Amber rolled over to watch him, her smirk widening. "Stroke your little dicklet for me." She ordered him. Brian didn't even hesitate, his hand reaching down to grasp and squeeze his stiff cock. Amber knelt up in front of him, placing her body only inches away from his. Leaning in towards him, her lips brushing against his ear, she whispered. "It feels good doesn't it? Squeezing your little prick. What's your girlfriend's name? Mmm?" "Lynne." Brian blurted out before he even realized what he had done. His hand stroked his cock faster as Amber's presence overwhelmed his senses. Amber edged even closer to him, her nipples grazing his chest. "You're such a horny little boy." She cooed. "I think you'd do just about anything to cum right about now, wouldn't you?" Brian nodded, barely able to think through the pleasure. "Does Lynne know about your little problem?" Amber casually ran a hand over his buttocks as Brian shook his head. "Well... she's in for a big disappointment then isn't she?" Amber laughed. Brian gasped, his cock twitching and throbbing in his hand as Amber continued her teasing caresses, her words hammering at his fragile mind. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "And that's why you came to me isn't it?" Amber was whispering in his ear again. "Because you want, you need a woman to touch you. And no woman will waste her time with that tiny cock unless you pay them." Brian groaned, squeezing his cock, Amber's words almost more than he could stand. "And right now you really want someone to touch your dicklet don't you?" Amber pressed her breasts against Brian's chest. Her fingers caressed his thighs briefly before gripping his wrist and pulling his hands away from his needy cock. "I can take care of that for you." She cooed. "Just ask." "Please." Brian moaned. "Ask properly." Amber teased. "Please... touch my dicklet." Brian whimpered, shivering with humiliation and lust. "You need to cum, and you will." Amber whispered in his ear. Her hands caressing his thighs again. "Just do one little thing for me." Her fingertips grazed his shaft, making it jerk and twitch. Brian moaned helplessly. Amber raised the phone to his ear. "Record a new message for me. Tell the world what a tiny cock you have." She laughed, her hand curling around his dick, squeezing it ever so softly. Brian groaned, shaking his head, squirming at her touch. Amber giggled. "That's all you have to do baby." She whispered." Say I'm Brian and I have a small cock." Brian shuddered, closing his eyes, trying to clear his head. "Don't you want to cum baby?" Amber's hot breath tickled his ear as her fingers continued teasing his throbbing cock. He whimpered, with need. "You can always delete it afterwards." Brian shuddered, taking the phone, dialing with trembling fingers. "That's a good little boy." Amber purred, her hand squeezing and stroking his cock now, making him gasp and pant for breath, his hips thrusting towards her. "Hi, this is Brian and I have a small... cock." He blurted into the phone before snapping it shut as Amber deftly worked his cock, taking him the brink. Paying For It Ch. 02 Amber pulled the phone from his hands, releasing his shaft and slowly laying back on the bed. "Oh very good." She grinned up at him, spreading her legs apart. "Now start licking." Brian blinked in confusion. "Remember who's in charge here dicklet." Amber wagged her finger at him. You don't get to cum before me. Brian clenched his fists uselessly before obediently lowering his face to Amber's sex and lapping at her pussy. "Mmm... that's my good little boy. Don't take too long now. You won't get your phone back until I'm done with you." Amber laughed, her hands pulling his face tighter against her cunt. Brian worked furiously, his tongue probing and teasing at her sex. His guts were clenched with fear as he tongue fucked his blackmailer. He tried to remember who exactly had his cell phone number as Amber writhed beneath him, moaning in pleasure. Finally she gasped and wrapped her legs tight around his head, cumming on his face. "Not bad. You really are a natural." She panted. "You won't embarrass me with Rose next week." Brian shuddered at her reminder that she owned him. "Now, are you ready to finish? I can see you are." She smirked again. Crawling towards him, she reached out and casually grasped his stiff prick. "Make it quick little dick, I have clients to see." Her hand jerked his cock roughly. Brian moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure at her roughness, but he was too close to the edge from all the teasing. In a matter of seconds his cock spasmed and he shot cum onto the bed sheets. "A tiny dick and a fast shooter. You really are fucking pathetic." Amber laughed as she climbed off the bed, casually draping a robe over her body. Brian knelt, panting, on the bed as she walked towards the door. His body spent, his mind slowly clearing from the sexual fog Amber had created. "See you next week loser. Don't forget to clean up before you leave. You can pick up your phone at the front desk." Amber left the room without even a glance in his direction, finished playing with her toy. Brian let his head rest on the bed, shuddering with a mixture of relief that it was over and disgust at how easily she manipulated him. He stared at the pool of white cum that was soaking into the sheets. Even at the end she had denied him proper release. ***** Leaving the building was even worse than the week before. The women were openly giggling and laughing as he slunk out of the door. The greasy fat man at the door couldn't keep the sneer off his face as he handed the Brian his phone. It was obvious that everyone knew what Amber was doing to him and they found it funny. They were laughing at him. As soon as he reached his car, Brian pulled out his phone. It wasn't until he had recorded over the previous message that he realized he had one voicemail already waiting for him. His heart started pounding in his chest. He didn't recognize the number. Maybe it was just some marketing call. Maybe. Palms sweating, he pressed the button to play the message and raised the phone to his ear. There was a long agonizing silence before a familiar, but distinctly flustered voice started speaking. "Ah... hi... Brian... It's Lynne." The message began, followed by a nervous sounding laugh. "Um... I'll call back."