The Crew, Part 4

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The Crew, Part 4

C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com

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I had just finished working out and was standing at my locker. The gym was one of the 'perks' of working at Smith's farm. Smith walked up to me, acting like nothing had happened. Literally an hour ago, the guy had forced me to give another guy head. He didn't put a gun to my head, but he would have if I had resisted. Now, he had the nerve to saunter up to me, with the .38 still tucked into his belt, and pretend like everything was cool.

I didn't look at him. Before this had happened, I could barely stand the guy. Everything about him was sleazy. The way he dressed, the way he combed his hair, the way he relied on a gun to keep control because he was unable to handle himself. It annoyed me before. Now it took every ounce of self-control I had not to punch the guy. My muscles bulged as I held myself back.

"You're going out tonight," he said.

"Out?" I asked without looking at him.

"Out call." Smith said. "The guy wants you to come to his house."

A million thoughts ran through my head. Was this even safe? I took some comfort knowing that while I was on the Farm, I had a whole cadre of guys around in case one of the tricks did something insane. I wasn't sure if other guys made out-calls. I certainly hadn't heard of it before.

Smith handed me an address. "This one is a special customer. He likes newer guys built like you, and he gives us a lot of referrals. Don't let me down."

Smith walked away. I gave him the finger to his back. Damien stood across the room and he smiled at me and laughed. Then he shrugged his shoulders. He had a point. I was fucked, and there was no use fighting the situation. Smith held all the cards, or at least the guys who were controlling Smith did. There was no way out.

I put on a tank top and some sweats and jumped into my car. I felt like I was going on a date, but then reminded myself what kind of date this was. I was probably dressed perfectly. My shoulders and biceps were pumped up to their maximum size and the tank showed them off. My big dick formed a lump in the front of the sweatpants. It was enough to get most chicks drooling, and the guys I was usually fucked were way more into my body than most chicks.

I pulled up at a nice sized house in an older neighborhood. I knew that this was the gay part of town, or at least it was before the hipsters and yuppies moved in. The house was nice, with a manicured lawn. I walked up the path, calmed myself down, and rang the doorbell.

Almost as soon as my finger left the button, a guy opened the door. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt. His biceps stretched the sleeves and he had a tight haircut and a barely there beard. He didn't look like the kind of guy that would want to be throat raped, but I'd come to realize that you couldn't judge a book by its cover. Sometimes it was the guys who were most in control of their lives who needed to submit in the bedroom.

"Smith sent me." I said.

"Holy fuck," he said as he stepped aside and let me in, "I've seen a lot of Smith's guys, but you're the best yet."

I turned to face him but he shook his head. "Turn back around, I was staring at your ass."

I turned around, expecting him to stare more. Instead he came up behind me and grabbed both cheeks. Then he kissed the back of my neck. I wasn't too keen on kissing, especially after what had happened that afternoon, but I let him make out with my hairline. He took a deep breath and then let me go.

"You smell good too. Like the gym."

"Yeah," I said with my most flirtatious smile, "I like to work out."

"I can tell." He ran his hands over my arms and across my chest. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you."

In retrospect, something seemed off. This guy wasn't behaving like the other guys I'd been with. He was more forward, almost aggressive. I didn't like how he'd said that he was going to have fun with me. I was the one who was supposed to have fun with him. I pushed aside my doubts, and reminded myself to go with the flow. Worst case scenario, I got to have sex.

He moved in to kiss me and I pulled away. His mouth landed on my neck. He made out with my neck and ran his hands up my back. I stood there like a tree, letting him touch me. He made another move for my mouth, and I dodged him again. He smiled and pulled away. "You don't like kissing?"

"Uh . . " I started, "Not with guys."

He frowned.

I quickly added, "Not that, you know, I've got a problem with gay guys. It's just not my thing."

"I get that," he said, "Girls aren't exactly my thing. Not that, you know, I've got a problem with straight guys."

I smiled back and laughed a little. He walked into the kitchen and came back with two glasses, each with a few fingers of whiskey in it. He handed me one. I knocked glasses with him and tossed it back in one go.

"That's expensive stuff. You should savor it," he said softly.

"It helps me loosen up." I said.

He grabbed my glass and took it back to the kitchen. When he came back, there was more booze. "Savor this one."

I took a sip and smiled at him. It was pretty good stuff; the sort of thing I would buy after I scored on a big bet. I took another sip and glared at him. I was waiting for him to make a move. Normally, I would have my trick on his knees by now, but this guy, I guessed, wanted to savor the moment just like he was savoring his single malt.

"Let me guess," he said, "You got into trouble betting on football."

"Basketball."

"Not my game," he replied, "You want some advice from a seasoned gambler? Never make a bet that you can't afford to lose, because in the end, you'll always lose. Fortunately," he gestured toward his expensively furnished home, "I can afford to lose."

"You bet football?" I said incredulously.

"Baseball."

I took a long slug on my drink. My nervousness was melting away. "The thinking man's game."

"That's right,” he said with a grin. He finished his drink and I matched him. When he put the glass on the table he stared bullets into my crotch. He licked his lips and said,"I think we should go upstairs and get you out of those pants."

"Be gentle," I said with a laugh.

I followed him up the stairs. He had a solid ass and a nice v-shaped back. The guy clearly worked out. He also knew how to dress. His jeans fit him like a glove. He opened the door to the master bedroom, which had a king-sized bed and plenty of room. It was almost as big as my whole apartment. I whistled softly and he turned to face me.

"You like my ass?" he asked.

I blushed. "Actually I was checking out your bedroom. It's nice."

"Yeah. I like it."

He took a step toward me, rubbed both hands over my pecs, and then dropped to his knees. He buried his face in my crotch, literally chewing on my dick. A couple of times he went a little too far, and I winced and pulled away. Each time he would grin at me before starting again. He played with me until I was hard, and then he pulled my sweats down.

I was wearing a nice pair of blue briefs. They were expensive because I had intended to sell them to a trick. The dude I was with stuck out his tongue and licked along my shaft. There was a dark spot on the tip and when he saw it he locked his lips on it and sucked hard. "You're a leaker." he said.

"You've got me hot, dude." I said. Telling him that he was making me horny would help him get off. Guys like him exist to serve dudes like me, and showing them a little gratitude tends to send them over the edge.

He made out with my bulge for another few minutes and then he pulled down the briefs. As I stepped out of them, he pulled them up to his nose and smelled them before he tossed them on the floor next to the bed. Then he grabbed my massive dick. He ran his hand up and down my thick shaft and pushed it up toward my stomach. My low hanging balls swung back and forth until he stuck out his tongue, caught them, and sucked them into his mouth.

It's damn hard not to enjoy a good ball-job, whether it's a man or a woman who's got your nuts in their mouth. I hissed a slow "Yes," and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands moved up and down my thighs, rubbing the flesh and squeezing it. He didn't take his mouth off of my nuts. He just kept sucking them, worshiping them, trying to pull all of my cum out.

After a minute, he moved underneath my sack and started to suck on my taint. I've never understood why these dudes like that so much. I was clean but really sweaty. He licked up the salty sweat and then ran his tongue back over my cock.

He grabbed my dick, squeezed it a few times, and tapped it slightly against his cheek. "You've got a nice cock, man."

"Thanks." I said. I squeezed my ass cheeks together so that my glans flared. A drop of precum oozed out of the tip and he licked it up.

He squeezed my cock again. "Nice." he said, "Bet you've fucked a lot of chicks with this monster."

"I've had my fair share.”

"It's gotta be nice walking around with this thing in your pants. Hard not to feel confident when you know you can beat almost anyone in a real dick measuring contest."

I smiled down at him. He was right. A lot of my confidence came from my dick. I'd always felt like it gave me a little bit of an edge over other guys. Deep down, I always knew that when the rubber hit the road, chances were that I was the bigger man.

He leaned back and pulled off his shirt. He had a muscular back and very little fat on him. He wasn't as big as me, but he was cut, and his lats rippled as he stretched out his arms. There were tattoos on each shoulder and one on his left pec. He seemed like such a stud, and again I wondered why he got off worshiping a guy like me when he could easily get most of my tricks to worship him.

"You've got a nice body, bud." I said to him.

He looked up at me and smiled. "I know."

He took the head of my cock into his mouth for a quick second and sucked hard. I groaned and grabbed the back of his head, getting ready to shove it down. He grabbed my forearm and rubbed it. He didn't exactly push me away, but he kept me from doing what I wanted to do. I could have overpowered him, I was nearly certain, but I didn't want to turn him off. This guy wanted things a little different, a little bit more equal, and I was happy to please him if he was paying.

My cock popped out of his mouth and he stood up. We were almost face to face, and he made like he was going to kiss me but then pulled away right before we connected. He smiled. "No kissing, right?"

"If that's cool with you." I said.

"Let's move to the bed then." He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back a few steps. I dropped onto the bed and put both of my arms out from my sides. My legs were open and my cock stood straight up in the air. He licked his lips and then bent down over me.

He kissed the inside of my thigh, right above the knee. He sucked on the flesh before he moved up, grazing on my quads and kissing around my cock. He spent a special amount of time around my dick, pushing his nose and mouth through my trimmed pubes. Then he moved up, over my abs. When he got to my chest, he paused and ate one nipple and then the other. I've never been one for nipple play, but he did a nice job, and my cock pulsed.

He grinned at me and then moved toward my armpit. I'd smelled myself before I left and I had a nice, ripe smell too me. Not really body odor, but you could tell that I'd been working out. He licked across my pit. As he did, his hands squeezed my arms, feeling up my biceps and forearms.

He was all over me. He kissed down my arm, and his fingers led the way. I heard a soft click and then he turned toward me and grinned. He laid across my body and ran his hands down my other arm. He looked right into my eyes, "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight." he said. Then I heard another click and felt cold metal against my skin. I pulled at my arm and couldn't move it more than a few inches. I pulled on my other arm and felt the same thing. The bastard had cuffed me to his bed.

"What the fuck?" I said quickly. Then I tried to calm myself down. "What's going on man?"

"I'm taking what I paid for." He said, "Smith always sends me the fresh meat."

"Look," I said, "Just let me go and we'll forget about this."

He ignored me. "I heard you got your first taste of cock today. What did you think?"

I lost it. I pulled hard at the cuffs and the whole bed shook. For at least thirty seconds I pulled with both arms and flailed my legs up and down. He looked at me calmly and waited. When I gave up and collapsed back into the bed, he smiled.

"You done?"

I didn't respond.

"You don't have to enjoy this," he said, "In fact, I like it better if you don't. That's kind of the point."

He crawled onto the top of the bed and brought his head over mine, Spiderman style. He leaned down and locked with me. I turned my head away, and he grabbed me by the chin. No words, no facial expressions at all, he just made out with me, forcing my mouth open and playing with my tongue. His hands let go of my face and he grabbed onto my nipples. He rubbed them softly before taking all the flesh of my pecs into his hands and squeezing hard. I groaned loudly and twisted on the bed.

He gazed into my eyes. "Want some advice, straight boy? Just go with it. Smith sends each one of you over to me to get broken in. I pay big bucks for the privilege, but you know, it doesn't have to suck for you."

He stood up next to me and pulled his jeans off. His cock flopped out, half-hard, and it was nearly as big as mine. It was big enough, at least, that I couldn't be certain that I was bigger than him. He saw me look at it and smiled again.

"Alright, I lied, this is probably going to suck for you."

He climbed on top of me and straddled my face, putting one knee under each of my armpits. Then he grabbed his junk and flopped it down on my chin. "Lick my balls." he said.

I turned my head away. Without warning, he slapped me. "Lick my balls." he repeated, his voice still calm.

"Fuck you," I said and spit at his face. I thought he'd be angry, but he laughed and smiled again at me. Then he grabbed his cock and tapped it against my forehead. "You're getting me hard." he said.

He reached behind himself and grabbed my nuts. He squeezed hard, and my vision started to darken at the corners of my eyes. My face got red as I did everything I could to suppress the natural urge to yell out.

"Lick my balls," he said flatly.

I stuck out my tongue and started to lick. I new from my encounter with Sean what a cock tasted and smelled like. That part didn't disgust me. My intense hate for this man, and for Smith, however, made the experience close to unbearable.

I licked at his nuts for a few minutes, never taking them into my mouth or sucking on them. At the same time, he continued to slap his big dick against my face, running the dripping head across my forehead and jerking himself right above my eyes. All I could see was his cock and his body, and all I could taste or smell was his dick.

Without warning he jumped off of me. I felt the cold air on my chest where until moments ago he'd been sitting. He leaned over and grabbed my cock and played with it.

"Straight as an arrow." He said as he pulled on my soft dick. "A lot of guys start getting turned on by this point."

"Fuck you." I said again.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled something out of the top drawer. As he walked back toward me, he opened up the tube. He lifted one of my legs into the air and pushed the tube between them. I felt something cold on my asshole and pulled away.

"What the fuck?" I yelled as I clamped my legs together.

He squeezed some lube onto his cock and rubbed it in, taking time to stroke himself from tip to root. Then he grabbed onto my calf and pulled it to the side. I used all of my strength to lock my feet together, but he had an advantage on me. Once he got my feet apart, he was in between my legs. I could try to crush him with my quads, but he was big enough to take the abuse. In fact, as I looked his dripping cock, he seemed to enjoy it.

"Get the fuck off of me," I yelled.

"Calm down,” he laughed.

"Get fucked." I said back.

"Tonight that honor is going to go to you."

He reached in between my legs again and reached for my asshole. He plunged his finger into me. It didn't exactly hurt, but it didn't feel good either. Just sort of uncomfortable. Then I felt him going for another finger. I clamped down hard and squeezed him between my knees but he didn't appear to notice. He shoved the second finger in and this time I winced.

"Nice and tight, bro?" he mocked. "Nothing beats a guy's first time, for me at least."

He pulled his fingers out and pried my legs open with both hands. Then he slid in closer. I felt the head of his dick touch my body, felt him getting into position, and muttered a silent prayer that someone would walk in before the inevitable happened.

"You ready for the first of what is sure to be many?" He asked.

I looked away. I wasn't going to talk to him anymore or even look at him. This was all a game, and I was a master at playing games. He wanted something and if I could take it away, them I might be able to take away his pleasure.

He started to rub my cock, pulling on it slowly. At the same time, I felt his cock head against my asshole. I knew what was coming. He kept pulling on my dick and rubbing his glans against my body.

"You've got a big dick," he said, "I bet you know what it's like to open a girl up for the first time, right?"

I didn't respond.

"Well, you probably know that it's a little rough at first, so hang on." he said.

He pushed forward with his hips, and I did everything I could to resist him. The guy was hard as steel and his dick didn't give way as pushed against my hole. He just kept jabbing, and eventually he won out. I paid the price for my resistance. His dick slammed into me quickly and tore me open.

I yelled. I didn't want to yell. I tried to stay silent, but it felt like someone had rammed a baseball bat up into me. Then I tried to throw him off. He pushed between my legs and held my torso down. My arms thrashed against the ropes and the cuffs dug into my flesh. I tried to lift my legs so I could kick him, but I couldn't get them around his body.

He hung over me and then he drove deeper in. He brought his mouth down to my face and started to kiss me. I pulled my head away as much as I could, but he kept catching my mouth. His dick kept going deeper and the pain didn't get any better. Finally, I felt his pubes against my balls. He broke off the kiss, leaned back, and rubbed my stomach.

"You got it all in you now, straight boy." He reached up and rubbed one of the tears I had involuntarily shed off of my cheek. "Now it's time for you to get royally fucked."

He put his hands on my shoulders and started to hammer me. The pain was intense. I felt like I was getting punched deep in my gut and my asshole burned like it was on fire. I don't know how long it lasted and I might have blacked out, but finally he groaned like a beast, smiled at me, and said, "Get ready for my nut, straight boy."

He shoved in deep, deeper than he had before, so deep that he seemed to hit a wall with a dull, painful thud. He spasmed for a few minutes, gripped my body and shoved forward with his hips until his body went slack. He stayed like that, sweaty and on top of me for at least a minute while he caught his breath.

He climbed off of me and his cock left my body. My asshole still burned but at least the pain was gone. My wrists hurt where the cuffs had cut into them and my muscles ached from pulling at the ropes. He reached down and picked up his clothes before walking to his nightstand and grabbing a key. He handcuffed one of my wrists and then turned toward the master bath.

He tossed the key onto my chest, "Let yourself out," he said with a smile.

I heard the bathroom door lock behind him. I got off the bed and pulled on my clothes. I felt totally defeated for the first time in my life. My body hurt and my head was spinning. I walked down the stairs and toward the front door. For a moment, I considered waiting for him to get out of the shower, but decided that it wasn't worth it.

I'd gotten fucked, royally, and the only thing to do was to plan the next move in the game.