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109 Brevard Street

By: bjmichaels



In hindsight, if something sounds too good to be true -- it probably is. I learned that lesson the hard way.

I was 22 years old, working a dead-end job, my love life was non-existent, couldn't afford to go to college like the rest of my friends, and because I wasn't making enough money, I had to move back in with my parents. I was desperate to make a change.

After living with my folks for a few months, I figured I'd saved enough money to put my plan into action. I said goodbye to family and friends, packed my car, and headed south.

I had studied a U.S. map and decided I'd move south to warmer weather; not a huge city, but good-sized; and it was near the Gulf of Mexico. I was excited; I'd do things differently there. I'd get a good job, a nice apartment and meet southern girls and make new friends. 

I drove for three days, constantly dreaming and fantasizing about what awaited me at my new 'home'. I was going to work hard to be more outgoing and less shy. My shyness hurt me in many ways: I had a difficult time meeting and talking with girls; and I wasn't very assertive with friends and employers. I let people walk all over me. That was going to change!

My heart was pounding with excitement as I drove past the 'city limits' sign of my new town. Everything looked bright and new. I stopped and bought a city map and newspaper and scoured the 'apartment for rent' section. This was going to be harder than I thought: the apartment prices were higher than I thought they'd be.

I had a fast food lunch in the car, all the time staring at the paper. When I reached 'duplexes for rent', my spirits picked up again. Those were prices I could afford. I wrote down some addresses, and when I finished lunch, I checked the addresses on the map. Most of them seemed to be near each other in the same neighborhood.

After looking at the first three places I was feeling down again. I wouldn't let a dog live in those places, I thought.

I was driving up and down one street at a time, using a main thoroughfare, Kennedy Blvd, as my starting point. I'd exhausted the possibilities from the newspaper, now I was driving slow, looking out for 'For Rent' signs. I was frustrated and getting nervous.

From Kennedy Blvd I turned right on Brevard Street. Looking at the left side of the street and then right side suddenly something caught my eye. I backed up the car and parked. I saw a small 'For Rent' sign taped to a porch wall. The house number was 109. 

It was a huge house. A nice house -- a little older, but it appeared to be well-maintained. I gathered my courage and walked up to the house. On the bottom of the 'For Rent' sign was scribbled, 'Inquire inside at #1'. I opened the front door and walked in. Number 1 was on my immediate left. I knocked. I knocked some more. No one came. I didn't know how much more frustration I could take. As I opened the front door to leave someone shouted down at me from the second floor.

"Mister T isn't home now, he should be back pretty soon."

"Ah, thanks," I replied.

I heard him come down the stairs. He was about my age, with blonde hair. He was a couple inches shorter than me. His shirt was unbuttoned; he was in good shape.

He studied me for a few seconds then said: "Hi, I'm Billy."

"I'm John." We shook hands.

"You looking for a place?" he asked.

"Yeah...it's getting a little tiring. I've looked at a lot of apartments today. There aren't many in my price range."

An odd smile crossed his lips: "You should wait and talk to Mister T. Number 2 is vacant. It's really nice and Mister T doesn't charge much rent. Want to wait on the porch?"

"Yeah...okay. You talked me into it."

He smiled again: "Want a beer while you wait?"

Normally I would have automatically declined the offer, but I thought, well, here's your chance to start acting 'differently'.

"Yeah, sure. That sounds great!"

There were a couple love seats on the porch and I sat down and waited.

Billy came down with two beers; he sat next to me. I thought it was strange since there was another chair to sit on, but again, I scolded myself for reverting back to my old, negative self.

We had a nice talk. He'd lived upstairs for almost two years. He moved here from another city, too. He didn't work; he said his parents sent him money. He said he loved this town, but didn't go out much. He liked to paint. He painted portraits, landscapes, and he loved the Gulf, but didn't get over there much because he didn't have a car.

"Sometimes Mister T will take me there and we'll spend the day."

A big old Lincoln Town Car came up the street: "Oh, there's Mister T."

We watched him park in front of my car and he got out. He was old, maybe sixty, and out of shape; he had a small pot belly. He was bald on top of his head with thin grey hair on each side. He stared at me the whole time he walked to the house.

Billy introduced us: "Mister T, this is Johnny. He's interested in number 2."

I tried to correct Billy: "Ah, John, I go by John. Nice to meet you, Mister T."

We shook hands. He looked me up and down. "You're a good looking boy, Johnny. Is your girl moving in with you?"

I blushed: "Ah...no...ah, I just moved to town. I'm by myself."

Billy chimed in: "Yeah, he got here this afternoon. He's from out of town."

Mister T looked at the beer I was holding: "You're not an alcoholic, are you?"

I blushed again: "No- no..."

Billy interrupted: "I gave him one. We were being sociable."

The expression on Mister T's face never changed.

"You want to see number 2?" he asked, and I nodded. "Good. Follow me."

We went inside. Billy went upstairs to his apartment. Mister T opened the door on number 2. We walked into the living room. It was big; it was furnished; there was a 32" flat screen tv on the wall opposite the couch; the room was fantastic.

My immediate thought was that it was too expensive.

Mister T gave me the tour; a big, full kitchen; a large bathroom; the bedroom was spacious, too, with a king-sized bed. There was another 32" tv on the wall facing the bed. 

Two 32" flat screen tv's? Now I knew this place was too expensive. 

He opened the closet door, there were clothes still hanging in there. I looked closely: there were maybe ten negligees on hangars with what looked to be matching panties.

"That damn girl didn't take everything with her when she left. Don't throw'em away, she might be back for'em...I doubt it though. Leave'em be -- hell, for all I care you can wear'em!"

My face turned beet red.

We returned to the living room.

"So, whadya think, Johnny? You like it?"

"Well...yeah, yes, it's great. How, ah... how much is the rent?"

He told me. I was stunned. I was speechless.

"You want it?"

"Good God, yes...I mean...yeah, oh yeah I want it!"

"Good! Come over to my place and you can fill out the paperwork."

I followed him into his apartment.

There wasn't much paperwork. Name, driver's license, my car's plate number. But then he asked for complete names, addresses and phone numbers for my family and five friends. I had to go to my car and get my address book. 

When I was finished, I gave him two month's rent and he handed me the keys. 

He shook my hand and smiled: "I think you're gonna enjoy living here, Johnny."

I decided for the rent I was paying, being called 'Johnny' would be fine with me.

I only had to make four trips to unload my car. Exploring my new apartment, I noticed a few more things than I had earlier. 

There were pots, pans, plates and silverware in the kitchen, so I left mine in their box. The bathroom already was stocked with toiletries. It almost looked like they were left behind. 

And then there were the mirrors. Large, almost floor-to-ceiling mirrors; one in the bathroom; a huge one in the living room; and three more in the bedroom. Something made me look up in the bedroom, and -- WTF? There was a large mirror on the ceiling over the bed. 

Good God -- what the hell is all this? I wondered.

There was a knock on the door and I heard Billy call my name. I let him in.

"Welcome, neighbor!" he said, and handed me a beer. "You like it?"

"Like it? I love it! And it's so cheap! How can he rent it so cheap?"

"I think he's still living in the 1900's," he said, and we laughed.

"What's with all the mirrors?" I asked.

"Oh, that girl who lived here was pretty kinky." He smiled. "Now when you get a girl over here you can watch in the mirrors."

"Yeah, sure. It's more like I can watch myself beat-off." I blurted out without thinking.

Billy laughed and laughed. Then he asked: "Are you getting hungry neighbor?"

As a matter of fact, I was. It was almost dinner time. The afternoon had flown by.

"Yeah, I am."

"Good. I've got a couple steaks I need to cook up. You interested?"

"God, yes." And we headed up the stairs to Billy's apartment.

Throughout dinner we chatted like old friends. Billy was a good story teller; funny, self-deprecating, and easy to follow. He was a good listener, too. He got me to open up about myself -- usually I was too shy around new acquaintance's to say much, not so with Billy.

It was getting late, I said I'd better get some sleep. I needed to find a job as soon as possible. 

He winced and said: "You know, Johnny, this is a right-to-work state, don't you?" he asked.

I frowned: "What's that mean?"

"Well, if you don't have a college degree, or some kind of special training, you're not gonna make jack-shit in this state. The companies have you by the balls here!"

It didn't make sense to me. Where I came from plenty of jobs paid good wages without a degree. I just shrugged it off. We said our goodbyes and I went to 'my new apartment'.

I turned the light on in my bedroom: it glowed red. There was a red bulb in the lamp. Good God, I wish I could've met that girl who lived here, I thought. 

I stripped to my underpants. That's how I slept. 

Before I climbed into bed I went to the closet. I flipped on the light -- that light was normal. I slowly looked over the negligees. I stopped at the red one. I took it off the hangar and held it up. When I felt the soft, sleek material of the matching red panties my penis instantly got hard. I blushed. I put them back in the closet and fell into bed. 

The next day I drove all around town looking for work. The want ads had plenty of jobs, but I found out Billy was right. Every job I applied for paid minimum wage. It was discouraging. More discouraging was I couldn't even get hired at a minimum wage job. 

To make matters worse, it was very hot and very humid. By the time I got home I was drenched in sweat. I just wanted to take a long, cold shower.

Billy knocked on the door; he'd seen me from his window. He gave me a cold beer. He said after my shower to come upstairs and have dinner. I drained the beer and stood under the cold water for ten minutes.

Billy's apartment was an oven. He had a window air conditioner, but he said Mister T would only allow him to run it at night to help him sleep. It was too expensive. Billy wore boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He asked if I'd mind if he took off his t-shirt. I said go for it.

We sat and had wine before dinner. I was roasting; sweating, very uncomfortable. Billy noticed. He went into his bedroom and came back with a pair of gym shorts. Of course, I said no, but he finally talked me into putting them on. I went into the bathroom and changed. They were very short. I went back to the sofa and sat down. He laughed. He was sitting across from me and said he could see my underwear. He said wearing your undies with the shorts defeated the whole purpose of staying cool. He said I should take off my shirt so I did.

I was uncomfortable at first with both of us being nearly nude, but it didn't seem to bother Billy, so I quickly forgot about it.

Dinner was great. Lasagne, salad and garlic bread. It was delicious. Afterwards, I offered to help Billy with the dishes but he refused. He told me to sit on the couch and he'd bring me a drink. 

He was such a nice guy I began to feel a genuine affection for him. Not in a sexual way, of course. But I felt very close to him. Naturally I had friends back home, but this was different. 

"This is called a 'green job'," he said as he handed me a drink. "One shot of brandy-one shot of green crème de menthe-and then fill the glass with soda water. It's very refreshing!"

He was right. It was refreshing, and it tasted good, too.

He joined me on the sofa. We talked and laughed. I was starting to feel the alcohol. He moved closer to me. He was telling a long story of his high school days; he was one of those who liked to talk using their hands for emphasis. One time he would put his hand on my shoulder; the next time he'd brush my thigh. His voice was soothing. My penis grew erect in my shorts. I hoped he didn't notice. 

He walked over to the window; he called to me; 'You gotta see this!" he exclaimed. 

I went to him with my hands in front of me hiding my raging hard-on. He pointed to something. He put his hand on my back and pushed me closer to the window. He stood behind me. 

"See...see over there," he pointed. "They're building a nest."

It was almost dark and I had a difficult time seeing anything. He placed his hands on my shoulders. His touch was electric. My penis ached for release. He ran his hands over my chest. He pinched my nipples. Then he kissed my neck and licked my ear. I thought I would cum in my shorts.

He massaged my back. He caressed my bottom. I tried to say 'no' but there were no words. My mind was lost in a fog. My penis had never been so hard.

He turned me around to face him. He cradled my head in his hands. He kissed me on the lips. I couldn't pull away from him. We kissed a long time. I was kissing him back. My mind was gone; all I knew was my throbbing penis needed relief.

He went to his knees. He pulled my shorts and underwear to the floor. He stroked my penis and balls. I groaned out loud.

He took my penis in his mouth and gently sucked it. He ran his tongue over the head. He rubbed my balls with one hand; his other hand stroked the base of my penis. He took my whole penis in his mouth. I was in ecstasy. I imperceptibly moved my hips; pushing my hard penis in-and-out of his mouth. He quickened his sucking. He sensed I was near. His hand stroked me faster-and-faster. I had to let it go. My cum shot out of my penis into his greedily sucking mouth. I filled his mouth and he swallowed it all. When my limp penis slid from his lips, he kissed it, and cleaned it with his tongue.

It was the greatest orgasm of my life!

I didn't know what to do or say. I was frozen in place. 

Billy stood and held me. He kissed me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I ran my tongue over his and tasted my own salty cum. He guided my hand to his rigid cock. 

"Billy...I...Billy..."

"Just use your hand," he whispered.

He showed me what he wanted. We stood side by side. My right arm around his waist. My left hand holding his cock. I stroked it for him. Slowly at first. His cock was warm and smooth. It felt wonderful in my hand. My hand went faster-and-faster. He groaned and told me how good I was. His words spurred me on. I was giving a guy a hand job! I didn't care -- it was Billy and he made me feel like the most important person in the world. I stroked him faster. "Rub my balls," he said. I reached back between his legs and found his heavy ball sac. It was hot and sweaty and I rolled his balls in my fingers. 

"Oh Johnny -- OH JOHNNY -- I'M CUMMING -- I'M CUMMING -- I'M CUMMING!!!!

I had his spunk on my hand. He guided it to my mouth and I licked his semen off my hand. Oh my God, I thought. What have we done? What have we done?

Billy pulled up my shorts, but not before he threw my underwear to the other side of the room. He pulled up his own shorts then led me to the sofa. I sat down. He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back.

He went to the kitchen and poured us wine.

Billy sat next to me. Close -- our thighs touching; his arm around me stroking my arm. He whispered into my ear. 

"Everything will be alright," he told me. "We're still friends," he reassured me. "Except now we're friends with benefits."

We laughed and laughed.

"I'd better go," I said. "Got another day of minimum-wage-job hunting tomorrow."

He laughed and walked me to the door. We put our arms around each other and had a long, tongue-filled, good-night kiss. My penis became hard again. He felt it against him.

"Johnny, so soon?" he smiled. 

I blushed and said good-night.

In my bedroom, I was in a haze. I stripped off the shorts and stood there. My penis pointing straight out. Finally, I went to the closet and found the red negligee and panties. I put them on. I turned off the regular bulb and flicked on the red light and climbed into bed. I lay on my stomach.

I ground my pelvis into the mattress. The feel of my penis against the sheer fabric of the panties drove me mad with desire. My penis was hard against my belly with the panties serving as a buffer with the mattress. I ground into the mattress over-and-over-and-over -- until my penis exploded inside the panties. "OH GOD!" I cried out as I flooded the panties with my cum. 

I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I had a raging hard-on. I plodded to the bathroom and peed. Afterwards, the erection still didn't go down. Odd, I thought. I absentmindedly stroked it thru the panties as I went back to the bedroom. It didn't feel as good as the night before. The panties were crusted with my dried cum.

As I went to the closet I shook my head in amazement at what I was doing: What the hell is going on?

I found a pair of yellow panties that felt pleasing to the touch. I peeled off the red ones and wriggled into the yellow panties. I still wore the red negligee. I climbed on the bed and lay on my stomach. 

I ground my crotch into the mattress. A rush of blood went to my penis-head. I fucked the mattress with everything I had. I began groaning; rubbing my crotch frantically against the mattress. The panties made me insane with lust. My penis throbbed and spurted shot-after-shot of hot cum inside the panties. I lay there a long time trying to catch my breath.

Billy knocked on my door. I pulled on my robe and cinched it tight. I let him inside.

"Johnny, there might be an opening at XYZ Liquor Store on East Hillsborough. There's an ad in this morning's paper...are you alright? You look kind of funny." 

"Yeah...ah, I..."

The aroma of my semen wafted upward where we both smelled it.

He smiled broadly. "Johnny, you're insatiable! Oh, here's the address."

He kissed me and turned to leave then said: "Oh, we're having crab legs for dinner tonight. C'mon over after 4 'clock. Oh, and...wear your shorts -- WITHOUT underwear, okay?" he was laughing as he left.

MY GOD! Even Billy knew I was jerking off. What's gotten into me?

I took off the robe, negligee and panties and took a long, hot shower. I soaped myself up good -- I paid extra attention to my crotch area to get rid of that smell.

In the bedroom I noticed my socks and underwear hadn't been put away yet. I opened the top drawer of the chest, and found it full of...geez...panties! WTF? There must have been twenty pairs. About half were lace, and the rest were the sheer, smooth material like the ones in the closet. I began to breathe harder. My penis rose. 

"Get a grip, John," I told myself.

I closed the drawer. The other drawers were empty so I put away my clothes. I got dressed in a daze. For a brief moment, I thought about wearing a pair of lace panties under my slacks. I pushed that thought out of my mind.

It felt good to be in my car and on the road. I had the windows down and the fresh air cleared my head. I thought about the last 12 hours and couldn't figure out why I was acting this way. I've never acted like that in my life! I always had strong self-control.


109 Brevard Street Ch. 02



I tied the belt of the pink silk robe around my waist, took a deep breath, and knocked on Mister T's door. He'd told me to knock on his door at 10 o'clock, and I waited until the last possible second.

"Come in!" I heard him yell.

I wasn't surprised to see Billy there. It did surprise me to see what he was wearing: a shiny, black leather thong. When he turned to face Mister T, I saw his milky-white bottom-cheeks fully exposed with a thin leather strap fitted snugly between his cheeks. 

That must be uncomfortable, I thought.

"Hang your robe on the door, Johnny!" Mister T instructed.

I took it off and hung it next to a black robe; it must have been Billy's. I wore only pink, diaphanous panties. I felt self-conscious about them being able to see my privates.

"Come over here!" he said.

I walked to him and stood beside Billy; we stood a couple feet in front of Mister T who was sitting in a plush, brown leather chair. I didn't look at Billy. I was still feeling stung by his betrayal.

"Well-well, isn't this nice," Mister T said. "My leather-boy and panty-boy together again...Johnny, I know you're mad at Billy, but like I said last night – he didn't have anything to do with this! I want to see you boy's kiss and make up!...go ahead, boys, KISS!"

We had to obey him. I faced Billy; he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me to him. His face seemed to be pleading with me – his eyes begged for forgiveness. I realized he was just as much under Mister T's control as I was. We kissed. His lips were insistent, soft and pliant. Tears welled in my eyes. My anger melted away by his lips.

"That's enough, boys, there'll be plenty of time for that later," Mister T said impatiently.

Mister T got up from the chair and went to the kitchen. We followed him like puppy-dogs.

Billy and I set the table and made toast while Mister T scrambled some eggs. Sausage and bacon had already been prepared. We sat down and ate breakfast. I had to admit it was pretty good.

"Johnny, so you know, if I'm in town, the three of us will eat breakfast together every day. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Now, Johnny, you probably have a million questions as to what's going on, and what I expect of you..." I nodded. "Well, I don't want to hear any of them!"

I blushed.

"You will simply do as I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you understand me?"

That sounded ominous. "Y-Yes, sir."

"After breakfast, you and Billy will move your belongings upstairs into Billy's room. From now on, you will live with Billy. You belong to me, but for as long as Billy is here – you will also be his 'bitch'! He is going to teach you what you need to know. He will tell you some our 'little rules' around here. Obey him as you do me! Understand?"

"Y-Yes, sir." 

"For now, I will allow you to keep your job. Billy tells me it takes 22 minutes for you to get to work. If you work, like today, at 4 o'clock, you will leave here at 3:30. I understand you work until midnight..." I nodded. "Which means you will be back here before 12:30. If you are late – you will be punished! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir, but --"

"There are no 'buts'..."

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Finally, in the event you become comfortable with your newfound sexuality. If you embrace being queer, and you suddenly don't care who sees the photos and videos of you and Billy, you should know this: somewhere on your car is planted two grams of black-tar heroin – don't bother looking for it – you won't find it. If you cross me in any way, the police will be notified and you will be arrested. You will spend, at least, 20 years in prison as a drug dealer...and I don't think a pretty boy like you would enjoy prison very much, if you know what I mean. Do you understand me, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I was stunned. Prison? Could he do that to me? Oh my God!

"Good boy!"

We ate the rest of the meal in silence. My head was spinning. My heart sank with despair. Until that very minute, I hadn't realized the extreme seriousness of my predicament. 

We finished breakfast. Billy washed the dishes; I wiped them dry. 

We were about to leave when Mister T said: "Billy, why don't you stay here with me for awhile...this may be the last time we get to have some 'quality time' together." 

Mister T smiled, and winked at me. My hair stood on end.

I was instructed to begin moving my things to Billy's apartment, and I left Billy alone with Mister T.

I was numb with fear. My body went through the motions of moving my belongings to Billy's place, but my mind was lost in a fog of self-loathing and hatred. 

How could I have allowed this to happen? I asked myself over and over.

I finished moving my things while Billy was still with Mister T. My heart went out to him. I could only imagine what vile things Mister T was forcing him to do. 

My resentment towards Billy disappeared. I fully understood why he did what he did. He had no other choice. I would have done the same thing. I hoped he was alright.

I was showering when Billy came home. I heard the bathroom door open; Billy joined me in the shower. We embraced and kissed. There were tears in his eyes.

He whispered in my ear: "Johnny, I'm so...so sorry!" We kissed again and held each other tight.

"Billy—" I started saying, but he put his finger to my lips.

He whispered: "Mister T can hear and see everything we do...be very careful, okay?"

I nodded my head. I saw the fear in his eyes.

He continued: "Johnny, I'm going to have to treat you like shit – I have to! But it really isn't me, okay?"

I nodded again. I felt so bad for him.

He turned and I gasped: his beautiful bottom-cheeks were a mass of ugly, purple welts. He put his hand over my mouth. I took him in my arms and he gently sobbed on my shoulder.

Finally, he looked at me and whispered: "Johnny, promise me you'll stay strong and survive this! Promise me no matter what happens – you'll survive this!"

I looked him in the eyes, and said, "I promise!"

We were in the bedroom, and I was going to dress for work. Billy stopped me. He told me one of the 'little rules' was we would dress in the living room, and only when we were ready to leave. The rest of the time we were to wear our 'uniforms' – for him the leather thong, and women's panties for me. I carried my work clothes into the living room and placed them on a chair near the door.

It was about 15 minutes until the time I had to leave for work: Billy took my hand and led me to the large, floor length living room mirror.

"Before you leave for work every day, you'll get on your knees and suck my cock!" he said.

Now that was one rule I could live with! I immediately went to my knees, pulled down his thong, and gave him a marvelous blow-job. 

"Swallow it all!" he said as he was shooting gobs of cum into my willing mouth.

I licked his cock clean and dressed for work.

"Don't eat or drink anything until lunchtime," he said. "I want you to have the taste of my cum in your mouth until then!"

Wow. I knew he said those things for Mister T's benefit, but it sure excited me. My penis was hard inside my black lace panties as I walked out the door.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, I thought as I drove to work.

After work, as usual, a couple of the guys asked if I wanted to go have a beer with them. I did just that my first few days there, but that was out of the question now. I gave them a lame excuse and went home.

When I unlocked our door and went inside; I stripped to my panties in the living room, and carried my clothes into the bedroom. 

Billy wasn't home. I didn't really know his routine, but I hoped he wasn't with Mister T. I was tired and climbed into bed. 

I woke up when I heard the front door open. I looked at the clock, it was 2:30am. Billy came to the bedroom; I asked where he had been; he kissed me on the cheek and told me to go back to sleep.

The next morning, Mister T kept smiling at me as we ate breakfast. I smiled back at him. When Billy and I were finished with the dishes, Mister T excused Billy. As Billy pulled his robe on, he gave me a quick glance before he walked out the door. He had a worried look on his face and it scared me.

Mister T took my hand and led me to his bedroom. The door was heavy oak, he had me close it behind us and it took some effort to pull it shut. When my eyes got used to the dim lighting, I was amazed at what I saw. It wasn't at all like the rest of the apartment. This room had class!

Rich, dark brown mahogany walls; lush, thick carpeting, and the bed was huge -- larger than a king-sized bed. There was not a window in the room. He took my hand and showed me the master bathroom. There was a shower on the left, and a bathtub on the right. In the middle was a toilet, and next to it a fixture I'd never seen before. He saw the puzzled expression on my face and laughed.

"That's a bidet. You'll use that to clean yourself after I've filled that pretty bottom of yours with cum."

I blushed a deep red.

In the bedroom, he sat on an antique loveseat.

"Take off your panties," he ordered. I began to comply when he stopped me. "Not like that...hook your thumbs in the waistband and wiggle your hips like the girl that you are."

Huh? I wondered. 'Like the girl that I am'? 

I did my best. He laughed and said, "That's better. Do that from now on whenever you take them down!"

"Yes, sir."

I stood in front him. He examined me. He ran his large hands over my chest and pinched my nipples. His hands stroked my legs and thighs. It felt good – my penis became semi-erect. He chuckled. He cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. Soon, I was fully erect.

"Turn around!" he commanded.

I turned my back to him. I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, on my back and down to my legs and thighs. 

"Bend over!"

I leaned over as far as I could go without losing my balance.

"Spread your legs!" I opened my legs. "Wider!" He slapped my bottom.

He stroked my bottom-cheeks with both hands. Then he pulled them apart. I was keenly aware he was looking at my anus. I felt a finger rubbing my anus. Suddenly the finger pushed into me.

"UUUGGGHHHHHH...." I shouted. 

He laughed. He pushed his finger further into my hole. My hips tried to escape the unwanted invasion. He held me firm. When I felt the palm of his hand on my bottom, I knew his finger was all the way inside me. 

"How many cocks have you had in here?" He asked, as he began to saw his finger in-and-out of my asshole.

"J-Just Billy" I said. 

"Good...good...fresh...like a virgin." He said as he pulled his finger out of me.

"Kneel between my legs!" he ordered.

He wiped his finger in my hair. He held my head with both hands. He leaned forward and kissed me. My stomach was churning with revulsion, but I kissed him back. His lips were surprisingly soft.

He broke off the kiss and looked at my face. He studied my face.

"You're much to pretty to be a boy," he said in an odd voice. "No...you're not a boy... you're a girl...you're my pretty little girl...you're going to be Daddy's little girl...."

He kissed me again. He was scaring me -- I kissed him, too. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. He caressed my face. 

Over and over he repeated, "My pretty little girl...daddy's little girl...."

Then he said, "You're my pretty little girl now...you're daddy's girl...." He stroked my face.

I felt alarm and panic! Oh my God -- this guy is crazy, I thought.

"Little girl, from now on I want you to call me 'Daddy'...I'm your Daddy now – alright, little girl?"

His eyes burned a hole in mine. The intensity was too much. My skin was crawling. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I heard Billy's words in my head. I heard my promise to him.

I said, "Y-Yes, Daddy."

He kissed me. "Who are you, little girl – who are you?"

"I'm Daddy's little girl – I'm your little girl, Daddy."

He pressed my face to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock against my cheek through the fabric of his robe.

"Can you feel Daddy's cock, little girl? Does my pretty little girl want to see Daddy's cock?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Daddy. Please show me your cock, Daddy!"

He opened his robe. His seven inch cock was close to my face.

"Smell Daddy's cock, little girl!" He pulled my face closer to his crotch. His manly aroma filled my nostrils. My penis throbbed between my legs.

"Kiss it for me, little girl...Kiss Daddy's cock!"

I groaned as I puckered my lips and kissed the head of his cock. He held his cock, and moved my head up and down until I kissed every inch of it.

"Does my little girl want to suck Daddy's cock?"

Something in my head told me I'd better play along. "OHHH DADDY – PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK – PLEASE DADDY!! – PLEASE!!"

He pushed his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth wide and my lips encircled his cockhead. I began sucking his cock – my tongue lathered his hot flesh. He moaned. I found his balls with my hand and fondled them. My other hand grasped the base of his shaft and stroked him. Nothing else mattered except the hard cock in my mouth. I worked hard to please him.

He was moaning non-stop. His hand on the back of my head. He forced my head lower. He forced more of his cock into my sucking mouth. I was moaning, too. Suddenly, I felt his balls contract; his penis throbbed and expanded and shot load-after-load of hot cum into my mouth. 

"SWALLOW DADDY'S CUM LITTLE GIRL – SWALLOW DADDY'S CUM..."

My own cock exploded when I heard those words. My hips bucked wildly; my cock spewed cum in mid-air. My body shook with my orgasm.

His softening penis was still in my mouth. I held it. I inspected it. I licked the greasy jizz off his cock. I licked him clean.

"Little girl,' he said pointing down, "You made a mess on my carpet – clean it with your mouth!"

"Yes, Daddy."

I used my lips and tongue to clean my cum off his carpet.

He closed his robe. He handed me my discarded panties. "Pretty panties for a pretty girl!" 

"T-Thank you, Daddy." I wriggled my hips for him as I pulled the panties in place.

We held hands as he walked me to the front door. I put on my robe. He held my head and kissed me on my cum-stained lips.

"We'll have a longer session tomorrow, sweetie...would Daddy's little girl like that?"

I saw something in his eyes. It spooked me. "Yes, Daddy...I would like that, Daddy!"

He kissed me goodbye and I left.

"Are you okay?" Billy asked when he saw the far-off, distant look in my eyes.

"Ah...I...yeah, I guess so." I mumbled.

I took a long, hot shower.

Billy and I sat on the couch waiting for my time to leave for work. He was reading a book. I was quiet – staring into space. He didn't question me about what took place earlier. I was grateful. I wasn't sure if I knew how to explain it.

Billy put down his book and leaned over and kissed me. His forefinger lightly rubbed my lips. I awoke from my dream. That was our signal.

I kneeled on the floor before him, and pulled down his thong. He lifted his hips to help me.

I sucked on his beautiful penis. I caressed his balls. I stroked his cock while I sucked him. He rewarded me for my efforts with a mouthful of cum. I swallowed every drop.

I dressed and left for work.

In the car it finally occurred to me. Today was the end of my work week. I'd be off work the next two days – that's why Mister T said we'd have a 'longer session' tomorrow. I shuddered at the thought of it.

The dictionary defines 'premonition' as either "a presentiment of the future; a foreboding." Or, "A warning in advance; a forewarning."

All night at work I felt a strong sense of foreboding about my upcoming 'session' with Mister T, and what took place today was my 'warning in advance'. He'd given me a 'forewarning' of what might happen tomorrow. The more I thought about it, I believed Mister T wasn't crazy at all, he was using psychology, and this mental game could get very dangerous – for me! He is a diabolical man. I hoped I was strong enough to protect myself.

I was quiet and withdrawn when I slipped into bed beside Billy. He intuitively sensed my mood. He stroked my chest. I turned and kissed him. We made love. Slow, unhurried, incredibly hot love. 

We lay head-to-tail, sucking each others' cock, and brought each other explosive orgasms. Then I kissed and licked his asshole until his cock was hard again. I begged him to fuck me. He got on his knees, placed my legs on his shoulders and fucked me slow and hard. When he finally shot his load inside me, my cock, untouched, spasmed and spewed cum on our bellies. Satiated, we kissed then fell asleep.

In the morning, at Mister T's, when Billy and I hung our robes on the hooks, Mister T came to me with open arms, and said: "My pretty little girl, give me a kiss!" He was wearing his customary robe.

He held me in his arms, we kissed, he asked, "Did Daddy's little girl get a good night's sleep?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered.

I saw Billy frown when he heard us speak, but he didn't say a word.

After we finished the dishes, I expected Mister T to dismiss Billy, but he didn't. Instead, he had Billy sit beside him on the couch. I stood before them. Mister T put his arm around Billy.

"Don't we have a pretty little panty-girl?" he asked Billy.

Billy was nervous but said, "Ah...yes we do, Mister T."

Mister T motioned me closer. He ran his hand over my legs and thighs.

"Only one problem..." he said. "She has too much hair...Billy, I want you to shave her...I want Daddy's little girl to be hairless!"

Hairless? Oh my God, I thought.

He stood up. We followed him through his bedroom into the master bathroom. He gave Billy rubber gloves, and a tube of hair-removal gel.

"Life is so much more civilized these days," he said. "No more razors and shaving cream...take off your panties and stand in the shower, little girl." He said to me. I obeyed.

Billy put on the gloves and squeezed gel onto one of his hands. He rubbed it over my chest. Mister T directed him to my underarms; he applied the gel; next, Billy applied the gel to my legs; finally, Mister T directed Billy to my pubic hair, and the hair on my cock and balls. There was a slight stinging sensation as he rubbed the gel onto those areas.

When he finished I thought it was done. I was wrong.

"Little girl, turn around and bend over." I did. "Spread your legs wider!" I did.

Then I felt Mister T's hands open the globes of my bottom-cheeks exposing my anus to him and Billy.

"Billy, rub some gel on our little girl's pussy! Daddy likes a shaved pussy."

Shaved pussy? What in the world? 

My humiliation grew worse as I felt Billy apply the cool gel around my asshole.

"Okay," Mister T said, "We'll wait a few minutes for the gel to work its magic."

Mister T told Billy to get naked and get into the shower with me. He obeyed.

At Mister T's direction, Billy turned on the water and wiped the gel from my body, and with it – all my body hair. Now I really felt naked!

We dried ourselves and went into the bedroom. Mister T sat on the loveseat. Billy and I stood naked before him.

"I've decided we're going to change our 'routine'". He looked directly at me. "Little girl, you're going to live here with me. If you're to be properly 'trained' – I'd better take care of that myself...after all, there isn't much time until Billy will be leaving us."

"M-Mister T, I think—" Billy tried to speak but Mister T stopped him.

"Shut up, Billy!" Mister T glared at Billy. "Isn't it time for you to get ready? You have a busy day ahead of you, don't you?" 

Billy paused; he fidgeted. He clearly wanted to say something.

"GET OUT!" Mister T shouted at him. The tone of his voice made me cringe.

Billy, the blood drained from his face, his eyes bugged wide, picked up his thong and started for the bedroom door.




109 Brevard Street Ch. 02



"Pull that door closed tight!" Mister T instructed.

Billy took one last look at me. He had tears in his eyes. He was visibly shaking. I saw tenderness and love on his facial expression. I saw terror in his eyes. Billy closed the heavy bedroom door. I was alone with Mister T.

He sat back on the loveseat, his cold, beady eyes staring at me. 

"When you're naked with me clasp your hands behind your neck...and keep your legs spread wider..." He wasn't satisfied until my legs were two feet apart.

He stood and slowly circled me. His big hands freely roamed my body. His mood and demeanor changed completely. Gone was any sign of tenderness. When he stood before me, he grasped my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them hard.

"AARRRGGGHHHHHHH...." I screamed in pain, tears welled in my eyes.

He leaned in close, a nasty sneer on his face, and said, "You little cunt! You waved that tight pussy of yours in front of Billy and he couldn't resist it. You made him fall for you with your girlish charms...well, you've had your fun! It's time to get down to business!"

An alarm bell went off in my head. What the hell was he talking about?

He pushed me towards the bed. "Lay down on your stomach!" I did as I was told. I felt nothing but fear.

He grabbed my wrist and cuffed it to the heavy brass headboard. Then he cuffed my other wrist. He took hold of my ankles and cuffed them to the bed, too. He tried to force a small pillow between my crotch and the mattress, when there wasn't enough room, he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. "LIFT UP!"

I screamed in pain and obeyed. I was immobilized on the bed, my bottom higher than the rest of my body. I heard Mister T fumbling at one of the cabinets on the wall. Then he stood next to me. I saw what he was holding – it was a whip! He showed it to me.

"I bought this little beauty on my last trip to Saudi Arabia. See the handle – hand-carved ivory. They use this type of whip to train reluctant 'girls' in their harems. It is very effective!" He walked to the bathroom but continued talking. "I discovered there's one tiny flaw...if the material isn't soaked in water first, it tends to cut the skin too early...what's the point of that? I mean, isn't the purpose of a good whipping to inflict as much pain as possible for as long as possible?"

OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD!!! HE'S REALLY GOING TO USE THAT ON ME!!!

He returned and sat beside me on the bed. He stroked my bottom. "We'll let the whip soak in the toilet for a few minutes...you're a lucky girl!" he said. "We only have ten days to get you fully trained...you'll learn very quickly what is expected of you...with Billy, I was too soft...of course, I discovered early-on he was more 'top' than 'bottom'...you on the other hand, you're a natural-born 'bottom'...you take to cock like a fish takes to water...you're going to love your new life!"

His words terrified me. 'Ten days to have me fully trained'? I'm a 'natural-born bottom'? My 'new life'? What the hell is going on here? 

When he returned from the bathroom, he showed me the water-logged material of the whip. My body shook violently; I struggled against my restraints. He laughed.

"It's time we get started. Ten days from now you'll be on your knees kissing my feet."

He raised the whip high and brought it down hard on my bottom. The pain surprised me. One stroke and my bottom-cheeks felt afire. I screamed.

"Little girl, you can scream as loud as you want – no one will hear you. This room is sound-proof, and your precious boyfriend won't be coming to your rescue!"

Then he whipped me in earnest. The noise the whip made against my flesh was almost as bad as the pain itself. I shouted and screamed and begged him to stop – he wouldn't – it only seemed to increase his fury. My screams died out. I lay there groaning, a quivering mass of bruised flesh. 

The whipping stopped! I lay whimpering; dazed, unbelieving this could actually be happening.

He walked around the bed. He kneeled on the bed beside me. He was naked and he was stroking his hard cock. He was masturbating at my pain. I moaned at the obscenity of it all. It didn't take him long to cum. He aimed his cock at my bottom. His hot cum landing on my bottom scalded my already burning skin. He got off the bed, raised the whip high in the air again, and brought it down on my cum-soaked bottom-cheeks.

It was then I told myself I must completely, unequivocally, unquestionably, totally surrender myself to this man. I would do whatever he wanted, no matter how disgusting or vile. 

I didn't think it possible in the 21st century, but I admitted to myself that I belonged to him. I was his property to do with as he pleased. 

The rest of the whipping was a blur. My bottom had already endured the maximum pain, and each continuing stroke of the whip just reminded me of his mastery of me. 

I lay quietly sobbing on the bed for a long time. Mister T had unfastened the restraints, and was now smoothing a cool balm over my bruised and burning flesh.

"This will speed-up the healing of your bottom," he whispered in my ear. "Don't make Daddy do that to you again...I hate doing that to you...if you do everything Daddy tells you – Daddy will love you, and I won't be forced to whip you again. Do you understand, sweetheart?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy," I answered.

"Sweetie, your two or three word answers to my questions are beginning to annoy Daddy." He continued whispering in my ear, "I want you to speak in complete sentences...I want to hear you say you're sorry for making Daddy do that to you, okay?"

I didn't pause or hesitate. I knew that would make him angry. "P-Please Daddy, I...I...I'm so sorry Daddy! I'm sorry I made you whip me, Daddy. I'll be a good girl, Daddy – I'll obey you, Daddy!"

He stroked my hair and said, "Good girl!"

He left me on the bed and I heard him open a cabinet. It didn't matter what he did next – I would have obeyed him if he told me to jump off a bridge. I couldn't fight him – he was too strong. I couldn't run away – he would have the police hunt me down and throw me in prison. 

The whipping had to be the worst of it, I told myself. I can survive whatever he does next.

"Sweetie, do you have to make pee-pee?" he asked.

I did. "Yes, Daddy, I have to go pee-pee!"

"Come over here!" he ordered. I crawled off the bed and got to my feet. "NOT LIKE THAT! Get on your hands and knees and come to me that way!"

The tone in his voice scared me. I supported myself on my hands and knees and went to him.

He patted my head. "Good, girl."

Then I felt a leather collar being attached around my neck. He pulled it tight – I gagged -- my hand instinctively went to my throat.

"DON'T TOUCH IT!" he screamed. He loosened it just enough so it wouldn't choke me. It was still very tight around my neck.

"Keep your knees at least twelve inches apart!"

I obeyed him. I could feel my cock and balls dangling in the air.

His hands were between my legs. His thumb and forefinger encircled my scrotum; he pushed my balls down in their sac. He attached a metal chain around the base of my scrotum. Then he hooked-up a longer metal chain to one of the links of the scrotum chain. He pulled it up my chest and attached it to the collar.

"This is your leash, sweetie – look at it!" I did. "Whenever you have to pee-pee or boom-boom – you will find this leash and bring it to me in your mouth, and I will take you outside so you can do your business! Do you understand?"

OH MY GOD! I understood, but couldn't believe it! 

"WHAT IS THIS LEASH FOR?" he shouted.

His voice raised the hair on my neck. "W-Whenever I...I have to pee-pee or b-boom-boom, I will bring you the leash in my mouth..."

He unfastened the chain link on the collar that was attached to my balls, and attached it to the leash. The chain ran from my scrotum through one of the links on the collar to the leash. When he pulled on the leash, the chain contracted around my balls, not my neck. I didn't like this at all.

He pulled on the leash and it hurt my balls. "C'mon, little girl – follow Daddy."

He walked out of the bedroom, through the kitchen and he opened the back door. I made sure to keep up with him to ease the pain on my balls.

He held the door open for me, and said, "Outside, little girl."

There was a ramp leading down to the back yard. I scrambled down the ramp on all fours and stopped when my hands and knees were on soft grass. He yanked the leash in the direction of a fence where there was freshly tilled top soil; it would be a garden when the growing season came.

"Get on the dirt, little girl." I did, and for the first time I was starkly aware of my nudity and being outdoors.

"Good girl-good girl...now lift your leg and pee-pee for Daddy!"

Oh my God! How degrading! I lifted my right leg and a steady stream of urine flowed from my penis. Half of it seemed to land on my left leg and thigh. He laughed. 

"Don't worry, little girl – you'll get better at it."

When I finished he said, "Okay, time to clean you off, little girl."

No sooner after he said those words I felt a stinging spray from the garden hose, and I was soaked with water. It wasn't afternoon yet so there was still a chill in the air. I shivered from the cold water. 

"Okay, time for your walk, little girl," he said; he tugged on the leash and I followed him in circles around the back yard. He walked fast, knowing I couldn't keep up – then he would yank on the leash and my balls would ache from the pain. My hands and knees scrambled fast behind him to avoid the pain. I began to feel like I really was a dog.

He led me back inside the house and into the living room. He unfastened the leash and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Whenever you need to pee-pee or boom-boom – you come and take this leash in your mouth and bring it to me," he instructed. 

"Yes, Daddy – I'll take the leash in my mouth and bring it to you."

He sat in the overstuffed leather chair, "Come here, little girl."

I went to his chair; he opened his robe and exposed his soft penis and balls.

"Closer – get your face close to my cock!" I did. "Look at my cock – no matter what happens – keep your eyes on my cock at all times – no touching – just look at it!"

"Y-Yes, Daddy – I'll keep my eyes on your cock," I agreed.

Then he added, "When you breathe, I want you smelling and sniffing my cock and balls, understand little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'll smell and sniff your cock and balls."

"Always remember, little girl, if you don't obey what Daddy tells you – we'll march straight into the bedroom and Daddy will use that whip on you again! Understand, little girl?"

"I'll obey, Daddy – I promise! I'll obey you."

He read the newspaper while I was on all fours staring and smelling and sniffing his cock and balls.

Time can play funny tricks with your mind. I stared and sniffed at his cock and balls and after awhile I felt my own penis begin to rise. At first I was repulsed by the aroma; he hadn't washed after he masturbated on me and I could smell the distinct odor of his cum, but the longer I sniffed at him, the more aroused I became, and the more aroused I became the more I wanted to kiss and lick his cock and balls. My senses were enveloped with his aroma. My mind glazed-over as I stared at his beautiful cock and I desperately wanted to suck it for him.

I remained in that position a long time. Then his hand reached down and stroked his cock to hardness. His big, beautiful erect cock was inches from my mouth. I wanted to use my hands and mouth to satisfy him, but I didn't dare. I breathed his smell deeply in my lungs; I was intoxicated by his manly smell.

He stroked his cock faster-and-faster. I watched every movement – every stroke in close-up detail. My own cock was now throbbing, aching for release. Suddenly, his cock shot gobs of cum on my face. I didn't risk opening my mouth to catch his cum. Soon my face was covered with his jizz. When he finished, his hand wiped the remaining spunk from his cock and he cleaned it in my hair. 

He leaned over and patted my head. "You wanted to suck Daddy's cock, didn't you, sweetie? You wanted to eat Daddy's cum, I know you did!"

"Y-Yes, Daddy...I wanted to suck your beautiful cock, Daddy – I wanted to eat your cum, Daddy!" My heart sank. I admitted the truth to him. I felt so weak and alone tears welled my eyes.

"Well, little girl – you have to earn those privileges! You are not going to touch me, and I'm not going to touch you until I think you've earned it! Understand, little girl?"

"Yes Daddy, I understand," I whimpered, and he patted my head again and said, "Good girl."

I learned his routine and lived by it. For meals, he would heat a can of beef stew for me and pour it into a dog bowl and place it on the floor next to my water bowl. I was allowed to use only my mouth, and was expected to eat it all. 

When the time came for 'boom-boom', he walked me outside and I squatted like a dog on the soil. I had to keep my hips high enough so he could watch me defecate. It was extremely hard to do at first, but I gradually lost my self-consciousness, and in a strange way, was happily thrilled afterwards when he patted my head and said, "Good girl!" I even came to enjoy the blast from the garden hose when he washed me clean. 

For my 'walks', he would unfasten the leash at the back door, and I would scamper to the grass and walk in large circles until he'd say, "Come here, girl!" Then he'd re-fasten the leash, pat me on the head, and offer me a 'treat' from one of his hands. Sometimes it was candy, other times left-over pieces of meat from his meals. I would greedily lap it up from his hand and chew and swallow. It made me feel good – special, even.

He made me rollover and bark – woof-woof, I'd say. And he taught me to 'sit' on command. "Sit!" he'd say, and I would rise to my knees, spread them apart, and clasp my hands behind my neck. When he walked around the house, I had to follow closely behind sniffing and smelling his crotch and butt. I obeyed his every command.

The most difficult part to endure was when he pleasured himself. He'd say "Sit" and he'd stand before me stroking that magnificent cock of his. I longed to touch his hot flesh; I yearned to take his cock into my mouth and swallow his cum. I felt so helpless and alone when I watched him. I desperately wanted to feel his touch again. When he would shoot his jizz on my face or chest, I was proud to wear it for him. It was a very small measure of satisfaction.

At bedtime, there was a sheet and blanket on the floor beside his bed. That's where I slept. He would be on the edge of the bed, and tell me to 'Sit!". He stroked his cock inches from my face. He didn't have to tell me to breathe his manly aroma – now I craved it. He would shoot his cum on my face then tell me to go to sleep. My cock screamed for attention, but I never touched it, and neither did he. I would usually whimper and softly cry myself to sleep.

One night at bedtime, I watched him stroke his cock to hardness. Suddenly, he pulled his hands away and said, "Sweetie, you've been a very good girl. I think you've finally earned this -- do you want to pleasure Daddy's cock?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Tears of joy filled my eyes. "Oh Daddy – Daddy! Yes – YES! Please let me suck your cock! PLEASE LET ME SUCK IT DADDY—I'LL SUCK IT GOOD FOR YOU DADDY!"

He smiled and leaned back as my hands and mouth hungrily devoured his stiff cock. I was in heaven. The feel of his hot flesh drove me crazy with passion and desire. I'd forgotten how thrilling it felt to have a throbbing cock sliding between my lips. The heat from his cockhead gave my tongue shocks of sensational electricity. I feasted on his cock. I fondled his balls and stroked his shaft. I tasted his delicious pre-cum. I furiously worked to make him cum. I felt his balls contract in my hand. I placed my tongue over his cock-slit. His cum jetted out of his cock into my mouth and I ravenously swallowed every drop. I drained his balls dry.

When he recovered from his orgasm, he sat up and said, "Sweetie, sit on Daddy's lap."

Oh, the indescribable pleasure of physical contact with a human being! I smothered his face and neck with kisses. He reached for my cock, stroked it five times and I shot the biggest load of cum in my life into the air. 

"OH GOD!! Thank you, Daddy—Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for letting me cum, Daddy!"

He chuckled and pointed to the mess I made. I immediately licked-up all my stray cum. 

The rest of the night was Paradise. I licked his asshole until his cock was hard again then he raised my feet over my head and fucked me madly for a very long time. The sweet pain in my rectum was soon replaced with a lust-filled desire for more and more of his cock. I opened myself fully to his pistoning cock. The pleasure was incredible! My head swooned; my eyes rolled back into my head. Animal-like noises escaped my throat. When he shouted his orgasm – my own cock exploded between us. He collapsed on top of me. I threw my arms around him and kissed his neck and shoulders.

We kissed and caressed each other; then he was ready for more. I licked and sucked his balls; tongue-fucked his asshole, and gave him the best blow-job I possibly could. I had never been this eager and willing with a man. When he was set to sleep, he allowed me to sleep beside him in the bed. I fell asleep exhausted and smiling.

In the morning, Daddy woke me with a kiss. He rubbed his finger across my lips and I smiled. I crawled between his legs and sucked his morning hard-on.

Afterwards, as I lay in his arms, Daddy said, "Sweetie, an old friend of mine from Saudi Arabia is coming to town today. I told him about you. He wants to spend some 'quality time' with you...I want you to obey him like you do me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I understand. I'll obey him, Daddy!"

Daddy removed my dog collar. I was so happy I wanted to cry. Then he prepared a scented, bubble bath for me. Soaking in the luxurious water helped me forget about the past few days. I had a fresh start now, and I wouldn't disappoint Daddy. I would obey him and please him any way I could.

After the bath, I stood in the shower and Daddy gave me the tube of hair removal gel. I followed his every instruction and applied it everywhere my body grew hair. Afterwards, my skin was smooth and shiny. I was proud of the way I looked and smelled for Daddy.

"Little girl, aren't these pretty? They're called 'harem pants'," he said as he handed me sheer, diaphanous pink pants with a lacy waistband. I slipped into them and my penis reacted immediately to the sheer material. They were tight, and fit me from my waist to just above my ankles. They didn't hide anything, and the material felt exquisite against my soft flesh.

"Oooo Daddy! Yes they're very pretty, thank you so much, Daddy!" I said as I rushed into his arms to give him a kiss. He reached down and caressed my penis through the delicious material. I became fully erect. We kissed again.

Daddy fixed us lunch. It was more like a feast: Steak, baked potatoes, corn-on-the-cob and salad. It was the best meal I'd ever had. Now I really felt special. The unpleasantness was gone. I gazed at Daddy with loving eyes throughout the meal. He smiled at me, too.

Afterwards, I did the dishes. I noticed Daddy had been checking his watch, and now he seemed agitated. I hoped and prayed it wasn't because of something I had done.

"Sweetie, when you're done with those, go lay down on the bed," he said. "I'll be right back."

"Yes, Daddy!" 

He went out the front door. The very mention of 'laying on the bed' made my penis throb. I reached down and fondled myself through the thin material. I made myself groan. I pulled my hand away quickly; I couldn't let Daddy see me playing with my penis.




109 Brevard Street Ch. 02



I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I hadn't slept very well on the floor and I was tired. Sometime later, I heard Daddy come into the bedroom. He didn't wake me; he kissed my forehead and said, "Sleep, little girl, sleep." I'd never felt so safe and secure.

I was awakened by loud voices in the living room. Daddy had left the bedroom door ajar. I didn't know what they were saying and I didn't care. I went to the bathroom to brush my hair. When I was presentable I stood at the bedroom door and tried to figure when would be a good time to go into the living room.

"Two boys – you said two boys!" the voice said. From his accent I guessed he was Daddy's Middle Eastern friend. "Where other boy?"

I didn't like the way he talked to Daddy. "One boy – you get half money!"

"No-no – wait'll you see him – he's worth more than half!" Daddy said.

I wondered what 'boys' they were talking about. I decided now would be a good time for 'Daddy's Little Girl' to go into the living room. Maybe I could break the tension.

They quit talking when I entered the room. I swayed my hips like Daddy taught me. The swarthy man in Arab robes smiled when he saw me. Daddy noticed his smile, too.

"Sweetie...I want to introduce you to my friend," he said, but never mentioned any names.

I shook the man's hand. He had a strong grip and wouldn't release my hand. I wasn't going to complain. The man slowly looked me up and down. I felt Daddy's hand rubbing my bottom, his other hand slid up my chest to a nipple, he squeezed it hard and I yelped in surprise. My penis stiffened inside my 'harem pants'. They both laughed.

The man stepped forward and examined me with his hands. My back, my chest, my belly. I was made to open my mouth; he seemed to be inspecting my teeth. He brazenly took hold of my hard penis and squeezed and stroked it until I sighed. He liked that. 

Then he pushed down my pants. I thought Daddy would stop him, but instead Daddy told me to "Spread your legs!" I did as I was told. I felt a pudgy finger against my anus. He roughly pushed it into me and held it there. He wriggled it around inside me then suddenly removed it. He sniffed at his finger then wiped it on his robe.

He smiled at Daddy. "I like," he said.

Daddy made a face at him and the man understood. I didn't.

I was told to pull up my pants as the men went to the kitchen. When they came back, Daddy handed me a glass with about two ounces of brown liquid in it. They both held glasses, too.

Daddy proposed a toast: "To my pretty little girl!" I proudly smiled. They drank theirs straight down. I did as they did. Daddy told me to sit on the sofa.

They sat in the leather chairs and didn't say anything. They seemed to be watching me. I smiled at them and they smiled at me. It was nice.

When they began talking I heard the words but didn't quite know what they meant. 

"Thirty thousand," the Arab man said to Daddy.

"Forty-two," my Daddy said back at him. 

They looked at me and kept saying numbers. I just smiled. 

Daddy finally said, "Thirty-five" and the Arab man said, "Sold!"

Daddy refilled their drinks, and they clinked glasses together and drank. 

Then I heard Daddy say to the man, "If you want to try him out you can use apartment number two."

The Arab said, "No – not here. I'll use asshole on plane ride!" 

They both laughed.

Then the Arab asked Daddy, "No other boy? Where's he? You hiding from Achmed?"

Daddy shook his head, "I don't know – he should be here. I hope nothing's happened to him!"

The Arab shook his head, "No damaged goods...can't wait more – must go!" He stood up. He came to me and helped me off the sofa. I almost fell when I stood. They both thought it was funny.

He pushed the harem pants down my legs. "You keep – I have plenty!"

Daddy wrapped a trench coat over my shoulders. The Arab man took my hand. All three of us left the house. It was dark outside. We walked to a car parked on the street. A large man jumped from the driver's door and ran to the rear passenger door and opened it just as we got there. The Arab yanked the coat off me and gave it to Daddy. He helped me into the backseat, careful that I didn't bump my head. He and Daddy shook hands then he climbed into the car and sat beside me. The driver started the engine and off we went down the street.

It happened so fast I didn't know what any of it meant. All I knew I was sitting naked in the backseat of a car with an Arab friend of Daddy's. And I remembered Daddy saying I was to obey his friend.

The Arab man lifted his robe and exposed a short, fat erect cock. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head down to his lap.

"SUCK-SUCK!" he told me.

The smell from his crotch was hideous but I knew better than to disobey. I worked on that stump-of-a-cock with my hands, lips and tongue. I had to satisfy him fast to get away from his stench. I sucked and stroked his stubby cock the way Daddy had taught me. I heard the Arab groan – he held my head on his cock. He shot thin rivulets of greasy cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all. It tasted as bad as he smelled.

"Lick clean!" he ordered. I did as I was told, happy that I didn't make him mad by choking or gagging on his slimy jizz.

He pulled my head from his crotch by my hair and patted me on my cheek.

"You make good slave-boy—you service Arab masters long time," he sneered at me. I didn't know what he meant. 

I looked around and saw the lights of the city behind us. We were in the country and it was pitch black outside. I couldn't see any moon or stars. I wondered how the driver knew his way out here. 

Suddenly, the driver made a sharp u-turn, he back-tracked a half mile and turned right into what looked like an orange grove. The gravel road was bumpy and I hit my head on the ceiling of the car. He slowed down, turned the car left and we were in a clearing. I could see lights up ahead. When we got closer I recognized it as an airplane. He drove right up beside the plane and stopped the car. He jumped out of the driver's door and opened the Arab's passenger door. The Arab climbed out pulling me behind him. The door of the plane swung open. 

Then suddenly, all hell broke loose. Floodlights around us turned night into day. Angry voices were shouting at us. Men with guns drawn ran up to us and ordered us on the ground. The Arab pushed me away from him, I fell on the ground. I lay there listening to the screaming and shouting voices. 

Then I heard one voice calling my name. I shook my head in disbelief. I heard him shout my name again. Tears welled in my eyes. There, I heard it again. The one voice I knew and loved so well. His voice was music to my ears. My heart leapt with joy. I snapped out of my drugged stupor and shouted as loud as I could.

"BBBBB—IIIII—LLLLL—LLLLL--YYYYY!!!!!"

"Another margarita?" I asked Billy.

"Wonderful idea, sweetie," he answered, "but then I need to get those steaks on the grill."

I climbed off my chaise lounge to make the drinks. Billy swatted my fanny as I walked by; I giggled. It was another glorious sunset over the Gulf. 

On Billy's last birthday he inherited a trust fund that he didn't even know he had coming. It was from his grandmother – the only person in his family who didn't care he was gay. 

He bought us a beautiful little house, very private, overlooking the Gulf. We made the most of every day. When we weren't traveling, and we were home, we'd marvel at the sunset every evening.

I never told my family I was gay, but I did tell them I was living with the love of my life and his name is Billy. I still speak with them on a regular basis.

As for 109 Brevard Street, Billy was my knight in shining armor. Billy didn't trust Mister T's 'contract', and snooped around whenever he got the chance. He found paperwork implicating Mister T as a White Slave Trader and alerted the authorities. 

The police interviewed me once, and that was it. After the initial arrests, the newspapers were strangely quiet on the matter. We saw the Arab's photo in the paper, but all it said was he declared diplomatic immunity, and rushed home to a family emergency in Saudi Arabia.

Poor Mister T, his end came rather abruptly. There was one small item in the paper a couple weeks after his arrest. He was beaten and sexually assaulted in the county jails shower room; he died from his injuries. Billy and I suspect the Arab may have had something to do with that.

When I brought Billy his drink, the sunset glistened off his hard body. My heart melted; I couldn't resist. I kneeled between his legs and pulled his shorts down. His beautiful cock sprang into view. I took a sip of my margarita and sucked his hard cock into my mouth. 

God how I loved these sunsets!



109 Brevard Street



I was getting close to the address of the liquor store. It was a pretty bad area. When I found it I thought about turning around. I parked the car and went inside. The whole interview lasted 10 minutes -- I was hired. I would start work the next day at 4 in the afternoon. When I left I felt exhilarated! Alright -- I now have a job AND a nice apartment.

I went back home to surprise Billy. 

"I got the job! I start tomorrow. C'mon, let's go out and celebrate." I announced.

He was wearing a robe, his hair a mess and he was acting strange. "Ah...that's great...good, good for you. I...ah...I'm kinda busy right now. Come back after 4, okay?"

"Ah...yeah, sure, okay...see you at 4." I said and he quickly closed the door.

I was disappointed; I wanted to share my good mood with him.

I changed into casual clothes and decided to go sight-seeing in my new town. I found the closest route to the Gulf, and off I went.

It was a beautiful day with a cool breeze coming in from the gulf as I walked on the white sandy beach. The gulf breeze also cleared my head of thoughts of sex. I felt strong and in control: last night was an aberration and it wouldn't happen again. I'd explain to Billy that he's a great guy, and last night was fun, but I can't do that anymore. I like girls.

I had lunch then drove around to see more sights. I liked what I saw. It was going to be a fun city to live. When I arrived home it was half-past four. It was hot and humid again: I put on the gym shorts, with no underwear to placate Billy. 

When he answered the door, he was wearing his boxers with no shirt. He went to kiss me but I turned away. 

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No...no, it's just that..." A buzzer went off in the kitchen. He turned and left me standing there, I was unable to tell him my thoughts.

When he returned, he handed me a martini glass. 

"Ever have a martini?" he asked.

"No...no, never have." I accepted the glass from him.

We both drank. Whew! It was ice cold and it went down so smoothly I finished it before he was even half-done with his. He laughed and went to the kitchen and made me another one. Whoa! It went straight to my head! I decided to sip the next one.

We sat on the sofa. I told him about getting the job, and I told him about the rest of my day. Where I'd gone -- what I'd seen. Suddenly I became very aware of our thighs touching. I felt my penis stir. Oh my God, I thought.

"Johnny, you still have your shirt on." Before I could respond he pulled it over my head and threw it near the door. "That's better!" he smiled.

He put one arm around me, he caressed my chest with his other hand. He pinched my nipples, and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. My penis became fully erect.

"OOOhhhhhh..." I groaned.

He ran his hand under the bottom of my shorts and he cupped my balls in his hand: kneading them ever so slightly. My penis twitched and jumped with excitement.

He smiled at me and said, "Good, boy...no underwear."

Then he kissed me. All of my strength and determination melted away beneath his hot lips and probing tongue. I kissed him back. 

He squeezed my hard penis then said, "I'll help you out after we eat."

We ate like there was no tomorrow. Crab Legs with drawn butter and baked potatoes. Delicious! We must have eaten 5 pounds of crab legs. 

We sat side-by-side and every now and then Billy leaned over and kissed me. He ran his hand up-and-down my thighs, and oh-so slightly would graze my throbbing member.

My hard penis ached with desire. I completely forgot what I wanted to tell him.

I sat on the sofa awaiting Billy. By that time my penis had been hard for over an hour. It poked at my shorts, begging to be released. Billy stood in front of me offering his hand. I held his hand as he led me to his bedroom. The bedspread was already turned down. He wanted me to lie on my back. I did.

He kneeled between my legs. I lifted my hips to assist him in removing my shorts. He pulled off his boxers, as well. I was naked with Billy on his bed and all I could think about was how happy I was to be there, and how fantastic it will feel when he takes my penis in his mouth. Oh God, here I go again!

The feel of his lips and tongue on my penis was even better than I remembered! He didn't have to suck me very long. My pent-up lust soon boiled over into his mouth. He swallowed every drop then lay down beside me. 

He guided my hand to his hard cock and I did the rest. His cock seemed even warmer and smoother than last night. I massaged his balls with my other hand. I heard him groan and vigorously stroked him to orgasm. I watched his cum jet out of his cock-slit. I was mesmerized!

We lay there a long time holding and caressing each other. I felt my penis begin to stir again. Good God, I have to put an end to this, I thought.

I got up to leave. He was surprised and hurt: it showed on his face. I had to do it though. I dressed and left him lying there. My penis was hard again in my shorts.

In my bedroom I stripped naked. I went to the closet: I couldn't help myself. I felt weak and ashamed. I put on a pink negligee and matching panties. I laid on my stomach and furiously ground my crotch into the mattress. The panties felt fantastic against my penis. Suddenly I felt someone sit on the bed beside me -- it was Billy!

"B-Billy! How'd you get in here?"

"Your door was unlocked, silly."

I could have sworn I locked the door.

"Sweetie, you look wonderful! That's a pretty outfit!" he said looking me up and down.

I flushed a deep red; I felt humiliated!

"I...ah...oh God...Billy, I...ah...."

"Don't be embarrassed," he whispered. "I'm a firm believer in 'if it feels good -- do it!"

I turned on my back. "B-Billy, I..." He kissed me before I could answer. He stroked my now-throbbing penis thru the panties. My eyes rolled back into my head. My thoughts drowned in lust and desire. I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. I moved over on the bed to give him room to lie down. 

We lay on our sides. Suddenly he slid down the bed and I felt his fingers tugging at the panties. I helped him take them off. His lips kissed up-and-down the length of my penis.

Suddenly I felt the bed sag: he had changed positions. His hard cock was inches from my face.

"Sweetie, do what I do...I'll teach you." He began kissing my penis again.

The moment of truth had arrived. I can't do this, can I? He wants me to kiss his penis -- I'm not queer!

He sensed my unwillingness: "Sweetie, it takes two to make a relationship...I have wants and needs, too."

I knew he was right. I was being selfish. I stared at his cock. It was beautiful! My fingers held the shaft and I kissed up-and-down. I did it -- I kissed a man's penis!

I did to him whatever he did to me. Kissing, licking then finally taking his cockhead in my mouth and sucking. We sucked each others' cocks and fondled each others' balls. When I felt his finger rub my perineum, I rubbed his, as well. When he speeded up his sucking -- I sucked his cock faster, too. Our tongues constantly licking as we sucked. I was delirious with pleasure. His cock in my mouth felt natural and wonderful!

We both made guttural moans. We were close to cumming. He sucked me expertly while I slobbered feverishly on his cock. I wanted to taste his cum! He massaged my balls and I massaged his. Suddenly, I felt his balls contract then wad-after-wad of hot jizz filled my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could. My own balls boiled over and exploded into his sucking mouth. Muffled screams of joy echoed throughout the room.

Afterwards, I lay in his arms. He stroked my head and shoulders. I thought I was in love with him. He made me happy, and I wanted to make him happy, too. I didn't think I was gay or queer. I was just a guy who loved another guy. There is nothing perverse or abnormal about that.

Billy handed me the discarded panties. He wanted me to put them back on and 'model' for him. 

I giggled as I struck a pose with my hands on my hips. His hand stroked my thighs. My penis stiffened inside the panties. 

I rejoined him on the bed. He lay on top of me. I held him close as we kissed. I felt his cock in full erection against my belly. He slid upwards; his knees on either side of me. Soon his hard cock was an inch from my face as he straddled my chest.

"Kiss it for me, sweetie," he whispered. "Kiss it from the head to the base."

The satiny smoothness of his rock-hard cock sent jolts of excitement through my lips and tongue. My tongue bathed his velvety flesh. I loved the taste of his cock.

"Suck it, sweetie -- suck my cock!"

I groaned in ecstasy when I heard those words. His cockhead felt wonderful in my mouth. My wet lips slid up-and-down his shaft. My tongue lathered his throbbing cockhead. I was lost in the sucking. My mind a blank but for the cock in my mouth.

He began to fuck my face. He pushed his hardness deep in my mouth then he withdrew to the tip then plunged it into my mouth -- over-and-over-and-over! 

His pre-cum slick on my tongue. I tickled his cum-slit. Then his penis throbbed and expanded in my mouth. He shouted: "I'M CUMMING JOHNNY -- I'M CUMMING JOHNNY..."

His cum filled my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed. I loved the taste in my mouth. My hard cock throbbed inside my panties. Then I licked his penis clean as it slid from between my lips. 

Billy collapsed on top of me. I held him tight. 

When his breathing returned to normal we kissed. We kissed and petted each other like teenagers in the back seat of a car. My cock was throbbing -- begging for release. I was trembling with the need to cum. Billy's cock was hard again, too. I held it for him.

"Sweetie, I want to make you cum like you've never cum before!" He was stroking my cock through my panties.

I almost came just hearing those words. "O-Ohh...yes, Billy -- Yesss....make me cum....PLEEEZZZZZ...."

"Baby, I want to fuck you -- I want to pop your cherry!" He looked me in the eyes. "Sweetie, tell me you want me to fuck you...say it, Johnny, beg me to fuck you in the ass!"

I was delirious with lust -- out of my mind with the need to cum. "Ooooo, Billy...yes, yes, fuck my ass, Billy. Please fuck my ass, Billy! MAKE ME CUM WITH YOUR HARD COCK IN MY ASS BILLY!!"

Billy pulled off my panties. He roughly forced me onto my stomach. He pushed my head into the pillow.

"Lift your ass off the bed, Johnny. Raise your hips and spread your legs!"

I knew I was in a deliciously obscene position -- my ass up high -- level with his cock -- my virgin bottom-hole exposed to his view. I felt wicked and wanton and wonderful!

Billy's cock was still slick with his cum and my saliva. He placed it at my entrance -- my anus. He gently pushed the head inside me. I groaned into the pillow -- it hurt -- it hurt a lot, but I didn't pull away. He pushed his hips steadily forward -- his cock slid further-and-further into my asshole. I screamed into the pillow. Billy was undeterred. Then I felt his wispy pubic hairs against my bottom-cheeks. His cock was all the way inside me!

He stopped. He let me get accustomed to the feeling of his cock in my hole. He flexed his cock -- it expanded and I groaned. I was sweaty and my heart was pounding. I willingly spread my legs for a man and allowed him to impale my asshole on his cock. Then he began fucking me.

Slowly, deliberately, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out. My own cock-slit oozed pre-cum. Then his panty-covered hand grasped my penis. I shivered with ecstasy. He stroked my cock while he increased his tempo. His ass-fucking tempo. 

Suddenly, the pain was gone! I felt every vein and bump on his hard, smooth cock as he plowed in-and-out of me. I wiggled my butt at him. He fucked me harder. Animal noises came from our throats. We were lost in the fucking. The primal fucking of my ass. My balls began churning -- it wouldn't be long now. I frantically pushed back to meet his plunging cock. His hand furiously stroked my throbbing penis. We came at the same time!

Our shouts and screams echoed through the room. He pumped load-after-load of hot cum into my bowels. My cum exploded in his panty-covered hand -- he milked every last drop out of me. He collapsed on top of me. I could still feel his wonderful penis inside me. Then it shrank and slipped out of my anus. A pool of Billy's cum formed on the bed sheet as it dripped -- dripped -- dripped from my deflowered asshole.

The next afternoon at 4 o'clock I started my job. My bottom was still sore from the fucking Billy had given me, and I could taste and smell Billy's semen: he'd insisted I suck his cock before I left for work. I was a little self-conscious hoping no one else could smell it.

As for the job, it wasn't very pleasant. It was a high crime area and one of our main duties was to watch for shoplifters. Now I basically believe in the inherent good of my fellow man, but after a few hours on the job, that philosophy was greatly tested. When a customer snatched a bottle of scotch and ran out the door before my very eyes, and my boss chewed me out for not chasing him, well, needless to say, I knew early on that this would not be my lifelong career.

Eight hours seemed like an eternity. I passed the time by day-dreaming of Billy's soft lips, his smile, his laughter, and his wonderful penis. 

When I got home I went straight to his room. We made love until the wee hours of the morning. We slept -- we ate -- then I sucked his cock before I went to work again. 

Finally my work week was coming to an end. I'd be a free man for two whole days. Billy and I planned a trip to the Gulf; maybe spend the night in a motel. We'd have long walks on the beach, and maybe even a picnic lunch. 

I was giddy with happiness as I drove home from work. Wow, I thought. I'm acting like a schoolgirl in love.

I went to my apartment first. We had started something new: Billy would come to my place and pick out an 'outfit' he wanted me to wear and leave it on the bed; I would change into it, and go upstairs to his place.

I was humming a song as I unlocked my door and went inside. Odd? The table lamp next to the sofa was on. I turned, and my heart skipped a beat, "O-Oh...geeez...Mister T, you startled me!"

He sat on the far end of the sofa close to the lamp. He had something in his hand; it must have been the remote for the television because suddenly I could hear the sound: "Ooooo, Billy...yes, yes, fuck my ass, Billy. Please fuck my ass, Billy! MAKE ME CUM WITH YOUR HARD COCK IN MY ASS BILLY!!"

I couldn't have been more stunned if someone had hit me with a brick! All color drained from my face. I watched the television: It was the night Billy took my virginity. It wasn't at all how I remembered it. The television made it look dirty, ugly, depraved -- two queers having queer sex. A queer guy bending over while another queer fucked him in the ass. 

OH MY GOD!! I was trembling; shaking. I was speechless. 

Finally Mister T spoke: "Billy did one helluva job, didn't he?" Huh? I wondered. "Oh, yeah...I watched all your tapes today...he was able to 'turn-you-out' in less than a week! He changed you from a confident young man to a babbling little faggot begging for cock in a matter of days! Amazing...simply amazing!"

I didn't understand what he meant. What on earth was he talking about? 

He saw the confused look on my face. "Billy set you up, boy."

My mind was screaming: That couldn't be. Billy loves me -- I love Billy. He wouldn't do something like that!

I finally had to say something: "B-Billy wouldn't...Billy couldn't...why, why...why would he do that?"

"Because he works for me and I told him to do it!"

A hard punch in my stomach wouldn't have hurt as much as his words. Now I wanted to cry. I'd never felt betrayal like this in my life. I fought hard to keep from crying.

"Don't blame, Billy, he didn't have a choice. As a matter-of-fact, he's quite fond of you."

I still didn't get it. "Well, what...why...what is this about?"

"It's very simple. Billy signed a contract to work for me -- his contract is almost up. I need a new boy to take Billy's place, and -- voila! -- here you are!"

"Work for you? What kind of work?"

"Well," he laughed. "Let's just say it's so easy you could work on your back -- or work on your knees!" 

My face turned a dark red. He laughed loudly.

"WHAT IN THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD EVER DO THAT FOR YOU?" I was furious.

The smile was gone from his face. He pointed to the television: "You little twit, I've got photographs and videos of every single time you played with Billy's cock -- every time you sucked his cock -- and every time you bent over and let him fuck you in the ass! Remember those references you gave me for the apartment? How would you like it if ALL OF YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS RECEIVED A COPY OF THEM?"

Holy shit! I finally understood!

There was a long silence. Then Mister T said, "Here's how it's going to be: Billy has about a month left on his contract. In that time you will be his bitch, and he'll teach you what you need to know. In the meantime, you'll continue working your job...I hear you don't much care for it, but look at the bright side -- you only have to work there another month. When Billy leaves, I'll give you the same deal I gave him, and you'll sign a contract to work for me. Do you understand?"

What could I say? A million thoughts whirled around my head. My God!

"I ASKED: DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" 

The harshness of his voice jolted me back into reality.

"Y-Yes."

"YES WHAT?"

"Yes, I understand Mister T."

"Good, boy," he said, then he opened the robe he was wearing -- he was naked underneath and his erect cock sprang into view. "Watching your tapes gave me a hard-on, and Billy says you're getting quite good with that mouth of yours. Take off all your clothes and put them on the chair!"

"Yes, Mister T." I stripped. My mind was a blank. What could I do?

"Good, boy," he said. "Get on your knees and come over here!"

His cock was huge compared to Billy and me; probably 7 inches long, and an inch-and-a-half around. 

He saw my wide eyes, and laughed: "Yeah, you finally get to suck a 'man's cock', not one of those scrawny little dicks that you and Billy have."

I sucked his cock. It was difficult at first, but I eventually found a rhythm. He took a long time to cum. My jaws ached. When his cock began to shoot he grabbed my head and held me in place, he wanted to make sure I ate all his cum.

When he finished, he wiped his greasy cock with my hair. He got up to leave.

Before he walked out he said: "Knock on my door at 10 o'clock sharp for breakfast."

I went to the bathroom and gargled with mouth wash. My mind was reeling. Billy -- oh, Billy, what's going on? How could you sell me out?

I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.