This is a very rough draft, the first part is heavily forced bi so be warned. Part 2 and beyond will start seeing more blackmailing/girlfriends getting involved.
Samantha and I had been dating for three years. She was perfect, an inch taller than me at 5'9 and weighed the same as me, 155 pounds, she had a perfect pear-shaped body that I adored, she was the girl of my dreams, I had chased her all through high school. In school, I was never athletic, but I have always been attractive, a cute guy, but not the strongest-looking guy in the room by any means.
A few years after high she gave me a chance when we reconnected and we have been happy ever since. One day when we were hanging out at home Samantha asked if I had smoked weed since high school and said she wanted to start doing it with me again. I hadn't done anything like that since high school, I had a job at the courthouse and they would not be cool with me smoking even though my *** is a judge in a neighboring small town, so I'm decently well-connected and thought I would be fine.
I had met a guy named Deven, who was older than me, he would be in his 30s, and he was a large man at 6' 1", much bigger than me, while I was working in high school, I used to buy weed from him so I reach out to see if he was still selling.
I was a little reluctant about the entire thing when I found out Deven lives in a trailer park in a bad area of town. Deven texted me, saying to meet at his house in the trailer park by 7 p.m. no later, he sounded serious. Samantha had to come with me because we had gone out to eat and there was no time to take her home.
When we pulled up, I was surprised at how many random broken-down, half-taken-apart cars and how much scrap metal was everywhere. I wondered why no one was stealing it in such a bad area, I didn't want Samantha to be in the car alone, so she came inside with me.
When we went inside it was filthy. There were beer cans everywhere and cigarette butts overflowing every ashtray. The trash can smelled like food had been rotting in it for weeks and the body odor. Somehow over all the other smells, I could smell Deven's strong body odor and not just armpit odor, I could smell his nasty ball sweat and ass crack from the front door. The place had such a strong smell but it was like he and his friends were used to the smell and did not notice.
Deven was immediately pissed that I brought someone else with me, "Only one person comes inside to lower the number of people going in and out, and don’t wear a fucking suit and tie around here, are you stupid, I don't want people thinking dumb shit?”
“I only want a few grams, it should last us a while."
"I'm not going to sell you one or two grams, what the fuck is this dude?"
I realized I had never seen this side of him and it was very scary, he was imposing. I could tell that his friends had overheard us and they knew that he was the top dog in the house.
"I will buy more next time, this is a spur-of-the-moment thing,” (I was agreeing with him at this point, I was fucking terrified and out of my element.)
“It will be $100 for 2.5 grams then,"
it was a ridiculous price, what a fucking asshole, but I could feel my legs shaking uncontrollably... not bad, but you could probably notice if you were looking, and of course the one person that noticed was Samantha, as I briefly caught her eyes nervously before looking back to Deven. "Awesome, I'll take it." I knew that was the most insane price I'd ever heard for weed, but I wanted out of the situation and hoped Samantha wasn't aware of how much I was willingly getting scammed.
I've always been good at reading people's body language or facial expressions, and the look on her face when she realized that I was not in control of the situation and that I was a scared child looking for a way out shocked me, I will never forget that look on her face, fear mixed with shame and it didn't take long for Deven to notice the awkwardness.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?" he laughed, "It's not like I'm going to beat you up, I'm just saying use your head next time.”
On the drive home, I could tell Samantha was trying to keep the conversation light to try and make both of us feel better than we did, but it was the fact that I knew she was having to do that, that ate at me inside. What could I have said, I will protect you next time. I knew I couldn't let her come with me if I ever went back.
Weeks go by, and surprisingly, things feel amazing. Smoking weed again with Samantha made us feel like we were kids again. We started hiking and doing the things we thought we didn't have time for before, and I felt we were getting closer. After we ran out of weed, we felt like we didn't need it anymore, but we thought, Why deny ourselves one of life's pleasures? "I will go there alone this time and buy a lot of pot so I don't have to see him very often," We both smiled in excitement. When I texted him, I must have been feeling extra great that day because I asked for more than I expected, 3 ounces.
"Damn, maybe you do have some balls," Deven texted back, "I'll give you a good price since you want to get a big boy weight of $1200." I knew I was still getting scammed, but at least the prices were starting to get better, and I knew 3oz would last us for months.
This time, I made sure to dress down, to look as casual as I knew how, I drove to the bank to get the cash wanting to make sure things went smoother this time. When I pulled up, there was one other car, unlike last time when there were like five. I felt a lot better about it and hoped there wouldn't be many people inside. I knocked on the door and didn't get an answer. I thought I heard faint voices talking inside, but I wasn't sure. I knocked again and still didn't get a response so I thought I'd try and call him. As I go to pick up my phone, I see a light come on from the room in the far window and I hear Evan, he doesn't sound happy, talking about being low on money. I think, 'Hey, I got 1200 dollars in cash, I'm sure he is going to be happy to see me at least,' so I try and move around the trailer to see if I can get his attention, but I can't see anything there are overgrown weeds and random stuff everywhere, so I decide I'm going to do what I can to reach the window and give it a gentle knock. When I went to step through the tall grass, I thought I was stepping down on a piece of wood or something. It turns out it was a metal piece connecting the back of the air conditioner, and it made a very loud snapping sound, I heard it shut off and knew I had broken it, but did he notice, should I tell him, does he even know I'm outside? My first instinct in my scared brain was to get back to the car and think. I start hurrying over, hoping no one heard me, but I only make it a few steps, and Deven rips open the front door of the trailer, "What the fuck was that and what are you doing?" I turn around to see this angry guy with no shirt on, just a pair of jeans and work boots. He was decently overweight but you could tell he was strong. I realized I had never seen him without a hat on before, and he was balding pretty badly along with missing some teeth, I guess from what looked like chewing tobacco as nasty stained teeth and overall unkempt. He was covered in dark black hair that ran all the way up from the bottom of his stomach over his shoulders and connected to his back, as well as scruffy, patchy facial hair, this all added to how imposing he was. When I locked eyes with him, I froze in place. He walked over to me with fiery anger on his face and grabbed me by the back of my neck with one hand. His hand felt like hard sandpaper, his hands were made by someone who has lived a hard life.
I don't think he meant for it to hurt, but I was in so much pain when he squeezed my neck and dragged me forcibly towards the house I did not resist and followed like I had submitted before my mind did. "First of all, I fucking told you not to bring unwanted attention and dumb shit use your head, and the very next time you do this shit, you break my fucking air conditioner in the middle of this heatwave and then try to run away? No man would be peeking in my windows, and a man definitely wouldn't try and run from the mess he made, that is the action of a bitch, are you a little bitch boy?" Deven screamed right in my face, with his hand still on the back of my neck.
It was so humiliating to know I was in no position to do anything but answer his questions, "No man, I'm sorry," I tried to say, but Deven punched me in the stomach harder than I've ever been hit in my life, and I had no time to brace for it. My whole body shut down and folded forward. I couldn't catch my breath and was drooling everywhere, but I didn't care I wanted the pain to go away.
"Shut the fuck up about the fact that you felt the need to answer; that was all I needed to know, bitch,"
I don't know why, but every moment, even the silence I spend around him, every single second that goes by, I feel less of a man. Deven says, "You owe me a lot of money for a new AC. Give me the $1200 you brought for weed that's a start."
"Ok, I..." Before I could get it out, he reached into the back of my pants, grabbed my wallet, and threw it on the couch.
"You don't get it, do you, you fucked with the wrong person!" I wasn't in a good place, to begin with, I will probably be back in prison real soon for some other bullshit, "Get on your knees and unbutton my jeans,"
I was so confused and surprised that those words even came out of his mouth. What the fuck does that mean, get on my knees and unbutton his jeans?
"Listen, I can get you the 7 grand in 3 days. Please don't do this, man." I plead shakily, knowing full well that I sounded pathetic.
"I know you will," Deven said before punching me in the face and dropping me to the ground.
I had never been hit in the face before, it was strange, I didn't feel much pain but I knew I was hurt. I couldn't get my legs under me I felt Deven's hand on my forehead from above, and no more than a second later, my head raised and I felt another heavy hit smash into my face. I wanted to curl up in a ball, but before I could even come to a stop after the jarring second hit, I felt him pick me up to my knees using my shirt.
I was a blubbering mess of snot, spit, and a little blood, "Please don't." I started to say, but the look he gave me made me genuinely scared for my life, so I paused and that seemed to be enough for him. Deven then grabbed the back of my head with both hands and jammed my face into his crotch. To say he was not being gentle is an understatement, his sweaty, hairy stomach that hung over his belt was rubbing on my forehead covering me in sweat. I could feel him trying to position my face to jam the head of his hard cock against it through his jeans. But with the zipper and material, all that was happening was that my face was getting slightly cut by the zipper, and it hurt so much more than his fist.
"That's it, bitch, now take my jeans and underwear off." I knew he was serious, and I knew I either had to defend myself or submit to him and hope I could figure out the situation after. I started untying his work boots that had seen better days. It took me a little bit to figure out how to untie them; I had never laced up tall work boots like that. When the first boot came off finally I was surprised at how heavy it was. His feet smell so bad that I instinctively start trying to breathe out of my mouth. Wrestling the second boot off brought a wave of nausea that I tried to hide. His socks were wet and skin-tight old and raggedy and it was surprisingly hard to slip them off his feet. I started undoing his belt and taking his jeans off, and the second I pulled them down past his cock, I am hit with a strong smell of body odor and ball sweat. I paused for a bit because it was almost hard to even look in that direction; it was like my body was trying to get away from it, Deven snapped his fingers, "Hurry up." When I went to pull his underwear down, I was surprised at how wet they were... completely soaked in sweat as I was sliding them down his thick, hairy legs, trying not to breathe, two beads of sweat that must have rolled down his chest and belly hit me on the forehead. "Am I too sweaty and smelly for you, city boy? It's going to get much worse, so you might want to get to a little happy place in your mind,"
Right after I slipped Devin's last foot out of the underwear, I felt one hand grab the back of my head, and the other grabbed under my chin and forced me to look up and under his balls. My body reeled as I tried to pull away, but I was nowhere near as strong as Deven, and the more I struggled, the harder he squeezed my neck, it felt like he could snap my neck with one hand. He felt me relax a little bit, "Good," he said, "Now open your mouth and start tonguing my asshole."
The second I heard him say it, I could have thrown up. I had no choice, he was dead serious and he would beat me until I submitted. 'What is he going to do to me?' I thought as open my mouth and start to push my tongue into his hairy, sweaty ass cheeks. He jerked my head back, making me look up at him. Deven let out an evil mocking laugh, "You are a greedy little bitch boy after all... willingly licking another man's asshole and enjoying it... opening your mouth and willingly receiving the filth of another man without objection.
I realized at that moment, looking up at him, that I probably did look like a greedy whore waiting to be used, on my knees, looking up with my mouth wide open and my tongue out. As I started to pull my tongue back to get a word in, anything to try and save some dignity Deven laughed and said, "Exactly," then as he turned around, he shoved my tongue right into his asshole and started roughly running it up and down the full length of his ass crack.
Anger and humiliation were peaking in my mind. Did this guy think I was enjoying licking his shitty, sweaty asshole? God, all I could think about as his hands worked my head up and down was the stupid look on his face... 'He thinks he's better than me.' In the beginning, his hair was so thick and coarse that it was almost painful on my face, and it couldn't have been very enjoyable for him, but thankfully he noticed and began to alternate between, "spit" and "tongue." he is an unreasonable son of a bitch, so any time he would say "spit," I had to quickly close my mouth and try and work some spit up with his ass still grinding on my face, and not even 3 seconds later he is saying "tongue," which in my rush to not fuck up usually just leads to the spit drooling out of my mouth and being mashed onto my face with hardly any making it into his ass crack.
After a few minutes of his instruction, his ass crack was a soupy, filthy mess, but at least it didn't hurt anymore. How pathetic... to think the only solace in my mind was that it was starting to not hurt anymore cus enough of my spit had soaked his ass crack. I had never been talked down to or even spanked by my parents in my life as far as I remember. My life has always been easy, so why the fuck am I here?
I would get brief glimpses of him jacking off with his other hand when my head passed down the bottom part of his ass crack, and it made me even more angry. 'He is getting pleasure out of my tonguing his ass. I will get my revenge on him, I have to.' I thought. If I could get past this one day, I would pay him and talk to my ***, lie, and say he robbed me or something. My *** has connections and I will endure, I have to endure. God, I am so glad Samantha didn't come. If she saw me doing this, she would never see me the same, or worse what if he made her do it too? A few tears started to run down my face again when Deven stopped and turned around, "Whew, 7 minutes, my legs are burning," he said, laughing. "You are a nasty mother fucker. I'm sweatier than shit. Go get me a beer from the fridge, bitch boy."
As I walked to the kitchen, I heard him plop down all his weight on the couch, exhausted. There were only 8 beers in the fridge and nothing else, and it seemed like they were all different random shitty beers I had never heard of, so I asked, "Which one?" I waited for an answer, but he didn't say anything, so I looked back at him. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person in the world.
"Just give me a fucking beer, dumbass!"
I did feel stupid; I don't even know why I asked him, but I wasn't thinking clearly. I was pissed off, and my face was swollen, painful, and smelled like ball sweat and actual shit. My stupid t-shirt and shorts I wore to dress down were covered in slobber and god knows what else, just endure it. The thought didn't bring me peace anymore, just more anger, but I knew I was in too far already. Stick to the plan, and maybe he will let you leave soon. I start to walk back towards him after grabbing the closest beer. "What are you, a people pleaser?" Deven said, which made him laugh way more than he needed to like he thought it was a funny joke.
'Whatever,' I thought.
"Now suck on my balls GENTLY... like you are making love to that hot ass chick you were with last time,"
mother fucker I thought to myself. Without pause, he chugged about 80% of the beer, let out a loud bellowing burp, and then laid back into the corner of the couch with his legs up a little, "Come on, I don't need to tell you exactly what to do every second, you're pissing me off."
The problem is that I have never done this before, so I have no idea what I am doing. I got on my knees, which I guess was the correct choice because he rested his legs on my back and his dick and balls were already right in my face, angled up perfectly like he had done this before.
I didn't want to hear another one of his cocky commands, so I started doing stuff to not be sitting there waiting for him. I was being extra careful to do it gently as he asked. You could tell Deven never trims his pubic hair. It was tickling my face a lot, and it was getting in the way of my getting my mouth around his balls to suck on them. And sure enough, not even 15 seconds later, "Wrap your lips around them completely. SUCK on them." If this mother fucker knew how hard it was with the weight of his legs on my back and the massive amounts of hair in the way, he would understand that I was trying my best to do just that, "Good," he says, and I feel from the weight of his legs that he relaxes a little bit more into the couch. "I hope you and your girlfriend don't fuck in a super quiet room like this normally. My god, she must be bored out of her mind, Deven chuckled, "I want to hear you sucking and kissing on my smelly, sweaty balls, make it loud, I want to hear it."
'What the fuck is this guy's deal?' I thought to myself but before even realizing it, my body was already doing it. It was like the second he said to make it loud, I was smacking and slobbering loudly, much to his delight. I could hear him almost growling very low like a wild beast. Deven reaches for a can of chewing tobacco on the table, grabs a massive wad out of it, and puts it in his cheek. 'Fuck, even the smell of the tobacco makes me sick, after all, I endured.' Then, like an addict, he starts loading a bowl of weed like I don't exist like his legs aren't propped up on my back like I'm a fucking table. I've never been so humbled in my life. Fifteen minutes go by of what seemingly was a cycle of him spitting a massive stream of dip spit in a can, taking a hit of weed, coughing for 30 seconds, and then repeating. He sits up and says, "Jesus Christ, you could have sucked my dick too. You know, fifteen minutes of my balls, huh? You must have been trying to prove your sex isn't boring, huh? I'm tired and a little *****, so suck me until I get off and you can go home for today. But you owe me a lot of fucking money, and I will come for it."
I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I knew my mission. Although my mouth was tired and sore and my face was a swollen, filth-soaked mess, I was acting with a new sense of urgency. I wanted to go home, and I was close. To my surprise, there was no elaborate final hooray to embarrass me he just put his hands behind his head with a cheek full of tobacco and closed his eyes. Thank God, I thought as I got to work, trying to remember all the things Samantha did for me so I could get done faster. I kept it slobbery and wet while trying to avoid my teeth as much as I could. I cupped one of my hands on his slobbery balls, held them firmly, and swirled my mouth and hand in circles around the head and shaft of his cock for 30 seconds. After over an hour of beating me up and humiliating me in the most insane ways possible, he came into my mouth after 30 short seconds.
I would never be prepared to take another man's cum in my mouth, but the fact that he did it so nonchalantly without making a sound or even moving, I couldn’t hold it in and I pulled back. He screamed, "Don't stop until I say so." I could have thrown up at any second as the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth, but I was seemingly minutes away from being free, so I grabbed his hairy cum-soaked cock and quickly put it back in my mouth. I could feel the ropes of cum still pumping from his throbbing cock, but I kept trying to swallow as much as I could I felt his hands grab my head again, “Let go,” Deven said sternly.
I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I was a little busy trying to swallow and breathe when I felt one of his hands let go of my head and push my hands off his balls and cock, “Don’t touch me, just take it, bitch." He started pumping my head like he was using it as a personal jack-off tool before jamming it deep in my throat as the final rope of cum jets out. I was at my limit, and I threw up uncontrollably. cum and vomit shoot out of my nose and out of my mouth all over his cock, his legs, his stomach, and the couch. I pulled away quickly and moved away from him.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Deven. Please don't hit me. I beg you."
"Go get paper towels now."
I ran to the kitchen to grab the whole roll and ran back to him as fast as I could, "Clean me up," I was already ahead of him and was cleaning off his dick and pubic hair. There was no way I was going to clean it all up; his pubic hair was soaked through with every bit of filth I endured. I didn't realize that I hadn't even wiped my face yet because I was so scared of him hurting me. I looked up at this sweaty, hairy, imposing guy who just abused me for over an hour and realized that I probably looked so pathetic to him. His cum and my vomit are all over my face, and I am cleaning his cock and pubic hair like he is a king. I look away as the wave of embarrassment hits and wipes off my face, and I hear him chuckle and then he stands up like I'm not in front of him on my knees, so I scoot out of his way.
"That's enough, I'm going to take a shower, weirdo. I expect you to bring me $1,000 cash every Friday at 7 PM and if you are as eager to worship cock and ass every time, then we will leave it at that. But if you fail to satisfy me, I won't hesitate to take your ass next time, or better yet, I'll fuck your girlfriend's ass," Deven said as he walked into the bathroom and shuts the door.
He didn’t even wait for me to leave; he expected me to fuck off I guess, after all that just happened. I got up and ran to my car and began crying the second I pulled away from the trailer park. What was I going to tell Sam, my face was swollen, my clothes were messed up, and I smelled like seven layers of filth and stink.
Samantha and I had been dating for three years. She was perfect, an inch taller than me at 5'9 and weighed the same as me, 155 pounds, she had a perfect pear-shaped body that I adored, she was the girl of my dreams, I had chased her all through high school. In school, I was never athletic, but I have always been attractive, a cute guy, but not the strongest-looking guy in the room by any means.
A few years after high she gave me a chance when we reconnected and we have been happy ever since. One day when we were hanging out at home Samantha asked if I had smoked weed since high school and said she wanted to start doing it with me again. I hadn't done anything like that since high school, I had a job at the courthouse and they would not be cool with me smoking even though my *** is a judge in a neighboring small town, so I'm decently well-connected and thought I would be fine.
I had met a guy named Deven, who was older than me, he would be in his 30s, and he was a large man at 6' 1", much bigger than me, while I was working in high school, I used to buy weed from him so I reach out to see if he was still selling.
I was a little reluctant about the entire thing when I found out Deven lives in a trailer park in a bad area of town. Deven texted me, saying to meet at his house in the trailer park by 7 p.m. no later, he sounded serious. Samantha had to come with me because we had gone out to eat and there was no time to take her home.
When we pulled up, I was surprised at how many random broken-down, half-taken-apart cars and how much scrap metal was everywhere. I wondered why no one was stealing it in such a bad area, I didn't want Samantha to be in the car alone, so she came inside with me.
When we went inside it was filthy. There were beer cans everywhere and cigarette butts overflowing every ashtray. The trash can smelled like food had been rotting in it for weeks and the body odor. Somehow over all the other smells, I could smell Deven's strong body odor and not just armpit odor, I could smell his nasty ball sweat and ass crack from the front door. The place had such a strong smell but it was like he and his friends were used to the smell and did not notice.
Deven was immediately pissed that I brought someone else with me, "Only one person comes inside to lower the number of people going in and out, and don’t wear a fucking suit and tie around here, are you stupid, I don't want people thinking dumb shit?”
“I only want a few grams, it should last us a while."
"I'm not going to sell you one or two grams, what the fuck is this dude?"
I realized I had never seen this side of him and it was very scary, he was imposing. I could tell that his friends had overheard us and they knew that he was the top dog in the house.
"I will buy more next time, this is a spur-of-the-moment thing,” (I was agreeing with him at this point, I was fucking terrified and out of my element.)
“It will be $100 for 2.5 grams then,"
it was a ridiculous price, what a fucking asshole, but I could feel my legs shaking uncontrollably... not bad, but you could probably notice if you were looking, and of course the one person that noticed was Samantha, as I briefly caught her eyes nervously before looking back to Deven. "Awesome, I'll take it." I knew that was the most insane price I'd ever heard for weed, but I wanted out of the situation and hoped Samantha wasn't aware of how much I was willingly getting scammed.
I've always been good at reading people's body language or facial expressions, and the look on her face when she realized that I was not in control of the situation and that I was a scared child looking for a way out shocked me, I will never forget that look on her face, fear mixed with shame and it didn't take long for Deven to notice the awkwardness.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?" he laughed, "It's not like I'm going to beat you up, I'm just saying use your head next time.”
On the drive home, I could tell Samantha was trying to keep the conversation light to try and make both of us feel better than we did, but it was the fact that I knew she was having to do that, that ate at me inside. What could I have said, I will protect you next time. I knew I couldn't let her come with me if I ever went back.
Weeks go by, and surprisingly, things feel amazing. Smoking weed again with Samantha made us feel like we were kids again. We started hiking and doing the things we thought we didn't have time for before, and I felt we were getting closer. After we ran out of weed, we felt like we didn't need it anymore, but we thought, Why deny ourselves one of life's pleasures? "I will go there alone this time and buy a lot of pot so I don't have to see him very often," We both smiled in excitement. When I texted him, I must have been feeling extra great that day because I asked for more than I expected, 3 ounces.
"Damn, maybe you do have some balls," Deven texted back, "I'll give you a good price since you want to get a big boy weight of $1200." I knew I was still getting scammed, but at least the prices were starting to get better, and I knew 3oz would last us for months.
This time, I made sure to dress down, to look as casual as I knew how, I drove to the bank to get the cash wanting to make sure things went smoother this time. When I pulled up, there was one other car, unlike last time when there were like five. I felt a lot better about it and hoped there wouldn't be many people inside. I knocked on the door and didn't get an answer. I thought I heard faint voices talking inside, but I wasn't sure. I knocked again and still didn't get a response so I thought I'd try and call him. As I go to pick up my phone, I see a light come on from the room in the far window and I hear Evan, he doesn't sound happy, talking about being low on money. I think, 'Hey, I got 1200 dollars in cash, I'm sure he is going to be happy to see me at least,' so I try and move around the trailer to see if I can get his attention, but I can't see anything there are overgrown weeds and random stuff everywhere, so I decide I'm going to do what I can to reach the window and give it a gentle knock. When I went to step through the tall grass, I thought I was stepping down on a piece of wood or something. It turns out it was a metal piece connecting the back of the air conditioner, and it made a very loud snapping sound, I heard it shut off and knew I had broken it, but did he notice, should I tell him, does he even know I'm outside? My first instinct in my scared brain was to get back to the car and think. I start hurrying over, hoping no one heard me, but I only make it a few steps, and Deven rips open the front door of the trailer, "What the fuck was that and what are you doing?" I turn around to see this angry guy with no shirt on, just a pair of jeans and work boots. He was decently overweight but you could tell he was strong. I realized I had never seen him without a hat on before, and he was balding pretty badly along with missing some teeth, I guess from what looked like chewing tobacco as nasty stained teeth and overall unkempt. He was covered in dark black hair that ran all the way up from the bottom of his stomach over his shoulders and connected to his back, as well as scruffy, patchy facial hair, this all added to how imposing he was. When I locked eyes with him, I froze in place. He walked over to me with fiery anger on his face and grabbed me by the back of my neck with one hand. His hand felt like hard sandpaper, his hands were made by someone who has lived a hard life.
I don't think he meant for it to hurt, but I was in so much pain when he squeezed my neck and dragged me forcibly towards the house I did not resist and followed like I had submitted before my mind did. "First of all, I fucking told you not to bring unwanted attention and dumb shit use your head, and the very next time you do this shit, you break my fucking air conditioner in the middle of this heatwave and then try to run away? No man would be peeking in my windows, and a man definitely wouldn't try and run from the mess he made, that is the action of a bitch, are you a little bitch boy?" Deven screamed right in my face, with his hand still on the back of my neck.
It was so humiliating to know I was in no position to do anything but answer his questions, "No man, I'm sorry," I tried to say, but Deven punched me in the stomach harder than I've ever been hit in my life, and I had no time to brace for it. My whole body shut down and folded forward. I couldn't catch my breath and was drooling everywhere, but I didn't care I wanted the pain to go away.
"Shut the fuck up about the fact that you felt the need to answer; that was all I needed to know, bitch,"
I don't know why, but every moment, even the silence I spend around him, every single second that goes by, I feel less of a man. Deven says, "You owe me a lot of money for a new AC. Give me the $1200 you brought for weed that's a start."
"Ok, I..." Before I could get it out, he reached into the back of my pants, grabbed my wallet, and threw it on the couch.
"You don't get it, do you, you fucked with the wrong person!" I wasn't in a good place, to begin with, I will probably be back in prison real soon for some other bullshit, "Get on your knees and unbutton my jeans,"
I was so confused and surprised that those words even came out of his mouth. What the fuck does that mean, get on my knees and unbutton his jeans?
"Listen, I can get you the 7 grand in 3 days. Please don't do this, man." I plead shakily, knowing full well that I sounded pathetic.
"I know you will," Deven said before punching me in the face and dropping me to the ground.
I had never been hit in the face before, it was strange, I didn't feel much pain but I knew I was hurt. I couldn't get my legs under me I felt Deven's hand on my forehead from above, and no more than a second later, my head raised and I felt another heavy hit smash into my face. I wanted to curl up in a ball, but before I could even come to a stop after the jarring second hit, I felt him pick me up to my knees using my shirt.
I was a blubbering mess of snot, spit, and a little blood, "Please don't." I started to say, but the look he gave me made me genuinely scared for my life, so I paused and that seemed to be enough for him. Deven then grabbed the back of my head with both hands and jammed my face into his crotch. To say he was not being gentle is an understatement, his sweaty, hairy stomach that hung over his belt was rubbing on my forehead covering me in sweat. I could feel him trying to position my face to jam the head of his hard cock against it through his jeans. But with the zipper and material, all that was happening was that my face was getting slightly cut by the zipper, and it hurt so much more than his fist.
"That's it, bitch, now take my jeans and underwear off." I knew he was serious, and I knew I either had to defend myself or submit to him and hope I could figure out the situation after. I started untying his work boots that had seen better days. It took me a little bit to figure out how to untie them; I had never laced up tall work boots like that. When the first boot came off finally I was surprised at how heavy it was. His feet smell so bad that I instinctively start trying to breathe out of my mouth. Wrestling the second boot off brought a wave of nausea that I tried to hide. His socks were wet and skin-tight old and raggedy and it was surprisingly hard to slip them off his feet. I started undoing his belt and taking his jeans off, and the second I pulled them down past his cock, I am hit with a strong smell of body odor and ball sweat. I paused for a bit because it was almost hard to even look in that direction; it was like my body was trying to get away from it, Deven snapped his fingers, "Hurry up." When I went to pull his underwear down, I was surprised at how wet they were... completely soaked in sweat as I was sliding them down his thick, hairy legs, trying not to breathe, two beads of sweat that must have rolled down his chest and belly hit me on the forehead. "Am I too sweaty and smelly for you, city boy? It's going to get much worse, so you might want to get to a little happy place in your mind,"
Right after I slipped Devin's last foot out of the underwear, I felt one hand grab the back of my head, and the other grabbed under my chin and forced me to look up and under his balls. My body reeled as I tried to pull away, but I was nowhere near as strong as Deven, and the more I struggled, the harder he squeezed my neck, it felt like he could snap my neck with one hand. He felt me relax a little bit, "Good," he said, "Now open your mouth and start tonguing my asshole."
The second I heard him say it, I could have thrown up. I had no choice, he was dead serious and he would beat me until I submitted. 'What is he going to do to me?' I thought as open my mouth and start to push my tongue into his hairy, sweaty ass cheeks. He jerked my head back, making me look up at him. Deven let out an evil mocking laugh, "You are a greedy little bitch boy after all... willingly licking another man's asshole and enjoying it... opening your mouth and willingly receiving the filth of another man without objection.
I realized at that moment, looking up at him, that I probably did look like a greedy whore waiting to be used, on my knees, looking up with my mouth wide open and my tongue out. As I started to pull my tongue back to get a word in, anything to try and save some dignity Deven laughed and said, "Exactly," then as he turned around, he shoved my tongue right into his asshole and started roughly running it up and down the full length of his ass crack.
Anger and humiliation were peaking in my mind. Did this guy think I was enjoying licking his shitty, sweaty asshole? God, all I could think about as his hands worked my head up and down was the stupid look on his face... 'He thinks he's better than me.' In the beginning, his hair was so thick and coarse that it was almost painful on my face, and it couldn't have been very enjoyable for him, but thankfully he noticed and began to alternate between, "spit" and "tongue." he is an unreasonable son of a bitch, so any time he would say "spit," I had to quickly close my mouth and try and work some spit up with his ass still grinding on my face, and not even 3 seconds later he is saying "tongue," which in my rush to not fuck up usually just leads to the spit drooling out of my mouth and being mashed onto my face with hardly any making it into his ass crack.
After a few minutes of his instruction, his ass crack was a soupy, filthy mess, but at least it didn't hurt anymore. How pathetic... to think the only solace in my mind was that it was starting to not hurt anymore cus enough of my spit had soaked his ass crack. I had never been talked down to or even spanked by my parents in my life as far as I remember. My life has always been easy, so why the fuck am I here?
I would get brief glimpses of him jacking off with his other hand when my head passed down the bottom part of his ass crack, and it made me even more angry. 'He is getting pleasure out of my tonguing his ass. I will get my revenge on him, I have to.' I thought. If I could get past this one day, I would pay him and talk to my ***, lie, and say he robbed me or something. My *** has connections and I will endure, I have to endure. God, I am so glad Samantha didn't come. If she saw me doing this, she would never see me the same, or worse what if he made her do it too? A few tears started to run down my face again when Deven stopped and turned around, "Whew, 7 minutes, my legs are burning," he said, laughing. "You are a nasty mother fucker. I'm sweatier than shit. Go get me a beer from the fridge, bitch boy."
As I walked to the kitchen, I heard him plop down all his weight on the couch, exhausted. There were only 8 beers in the fridge and nothing else, and it seemed like they were all different random shitty beers I had never heard of, so I asked, "Which one?" I waited for an answer, but he didn't say anything, so I looked back at him. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person in the world.
"Just give me a fucking beer, dumbass!"
I did feel stupid; I don't even know why I asked him, but I wasn't thinking clearly. I was pissed off, and my face was swollen, painful, and smelled like ball sweat and actual shit. My stupid t-shirt and shorts I wore to dress down were covered in slobber and god knows what else, just endure it. The thought didn't bring me peace anymore, just more anger, but I knew I was in too far already. Stick to the plan, and maybe he will let you leave soon. I start to walk back towards him after grabbing the closest beer. "What are you, a people pleaser?" Deven said, which made him laugh way more than he needed to like he thought it was a funny joke.
'Whatever,' I thought.
"Now suck on my balls GENTLY... like you are making love to that hot ass chick you were with last time,"
mother fucker I thought to myself. Without pause, he chugged about 80% of the beer, let out a loud bellowing burp, and then laid back into the corner of the couch with his legs up a little, "Come on, I don't need to tell you exactly what to do every second, you're pissing me off."
The problem is that I have never done this before, so I have no idea what I am doing. I got on my knees, which I guess was the correct choice because he rested his legs on my back and his dick and balls were already right in my face, angled up perfectly like he had done this before.
I didn't want to hear another one of his cocky commands, so I started doing stuff to not be sitting there waiting for him. I was being extra careful to do it gently as he asked. You could tell Deven never trims his pubic hair. It was tickling my face a lot, and it was getting in the way of my getting my mouth around his balls to suck on them. And sure enough, not even 15 seconds later, "Wrap your lips around them completely. SUCK on them." If this mother fucker knew how hard it was with the weight of his legs on my back and the massive amounts of hair in the way, he would understand that I was trying my best to do just that, "Good," he says, and I feel from the weight of his legs that he relaxes a little bit more into the couch. "I hope you and your girlfriend don't fuck in a super quiet room like this normally. My god, she must be bored out of her mind, Deven chuckled, "I want to hear you sucking and kissing on my smelly, sweaty balls, make it loud, I want to hear it."
'What the fuck is this guy's deal?' I thought to myself but before even realizing it, my body was already doing it. It was like the second he said to make it loud, I was smacking and slobbering loudly, much to his delight. I could hear him almost growling very low like a wild beast. Deven reaches for a can of chewing tobacco on the table, grabs a massive wad out of it, and puts it in his cheek. 'Fuck, even the smell of the tobacco makes me sick, after all, I endured.' Then, like an addict, he starts loading a bowl of weed like I don't exist like his legs aren't propped up on my back like I'm a fucking table. I've never been so humbled in my life. Fifteen minutes go by of what seemingly was a cycle of him spitting a massive stream of dip spit in a can, taking a hit of weed, coughing for 30 seconds, and then repeating. He sits up and says, "Jesus Christ, you could have sucked my dick too. You know, fifteen minutes of my balls, huh? You must have been trying to prove your sex isn't boring, huh? I'm tired and a little *****, so suck me until I get off and you can go home for today. But you owe me a lot of fucking money, and I will come for it."
I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I knew my mission. Although my mouth was tired and sore and my face was a swollen, filth-soaked mess, I was acting with a new sense of urgency. I wanted to go home, and I was close. To my surprise, there was no elaborate final hooray to embarrass me he just put his hands behind his head with a cheek full of tobacco and closed his eyes. Thank God, I thought as I got to work, trying to remember all the things Samantha did for me so I could get done faster. I kept it slobbery and wet while trying to avoid my teeth as much as I could. I cupped one of my hands on his slobbery balls, held them firmly, and swirled my mouth and hand in circles around the head and shaft of his cock for 30 seconds. After over an hour of beating me up and humiliating me in the most insane ways possible, he came into my mouth after 30 short seconds.
I would never be prepared to take another man's cum in my mouth, but the fact that he did it so nonchalantly without making a sound or even moving, I couldn’t hold it in and I pulled back. He screamed, "Don't stop until I say so." I could have thrown up at any second as the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth, but I was seemingly minutes away from being free, so I grabbed his hairy cum-soaked cock and quickly put it back in my mouth. I could feel the ropes of cum still pumping from his throbbing cock, but I kept trying to swallow as much as I could I felt his hands grab my head again, “Let go,” Deven said sternly.
I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I was a little busy trying to swallow and breathe when I felt one of his hands let go of my head and push my hands off his balls and cock, “Don’t touch me, just take it, bitch." He started pumping my head like he was using it as a personal jack-off tool before jamming it deep in my throat as the final rope of cum jets out. I was at my limit, and I threw up uncontrollably. cum and vomit shoot out of my nose and out of my mouth all over his cock, his legs, his stomach, and the couch. I pulled away quickly and moved away from him.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Deven. Please don't hit me. I beg you."
"Go get paper towels now."
I ran to the kitchen to grab the whole roll and ran back to him as fast as I could, "Clean me up," I was already ahead of him and was cleaning off his dick and pubic hair. There was no way I was going to clean it all up; his pubic hair was soaked through with every bit of filth I endured. I didn't realize that I hadn't even wiped my face yet because I was so scared of him hurting me. I looked up at this sweaty, hairy, imposing guy who just abused me for over an hour and realized that I probably looked so pathetic to him. His cum and my vomit are all over my face, and I am cleaning his cock and pubic hair like he is a king. I look away as the wave of embarrassment hits and wipes off my face, and I hear him chuckle and then he stands up like I'm not in front of him on my knees, so I scoot out of his way.
"That's enough, I'm going to take a shower, weirdo. I expect you to bring me $1,000 cash every Friday at 7 PM and if you are as eager to worship cock and ass every time, then we will leave it at that. But if you fail to satisfy me, I won't hesitate to take your ass next time, or better yet, I'll fuck your girlfriend's ass," Deven said as he walked into the bathroom and shuts the door.
He didn’t even wait for me to leave; he expected me to fuck off I guess, after all that just happened. I got up and ran to my car and began crying the second I pulled away from the trailer park. What was I going to tell Sam, my face was swollen, my clothes were messed up, and I smelled like seven layers of filth and stink.
