A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 3 ]

For disclaimer, see Part I

I woke up from my ordeal, I was still lying face down, but the restraints were gone, and I was laying on something soft, instead of the concrete locker room floor. Sunlight was flooding into the room, and it was hard at first to focus my eyes. When my eyes did focus, they came to bear on Randy sleeping next to me. I realized an urgent need to pee. I moved my arms towards my sides to raise myself up and as the skin on my back was pulled, I hissed at the pain. Randy moaned, but continued to sleep. I eased myself off the bed and onto my wobbly legs and feet. Moving very slowly and gingerly, I made my way to the bathroom that was next to Randy’s room. Being naked, as I usually was over at Randy’s, I didn’t need to worry about lowering any clothes when I got to the toilet. I just leaned over the bowl and let loose.

When I finished what seemed like an eternity-long piss, I turned to leave. I saw the bathroom mirror on the way out, and turned to look at it. At first glance, nothing seemed out of order, even my balls seemed fine from the abuse they took, but then I turned my backside towards the reflecting glass. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the damage Bern had done to me the previous night. The backs of my legs were still inflamed red, with purple vertical lines. As I looked up the back of my body and my vision focused on the globes of my ass, more tears streamed down my face. Both cheeks didn’t have patches of bruising; they were two mounds of black, with not a hint of normal flesh between them. Even the crack seemed to have been discolored. The skin covering my back imitated the backs of my legs. I was so engrossed in what I was looking at, I didn’t even hear Randy walk to the door.

“Dad was pissed when he saw you,” he said, startling me. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” I smiled weakly at him through my tears. I collapsed down to the floor. With very little help from me, he got me back to his bed, and laid me on my stomach. I turned back to look at him as he left the room momentarily. When he returned, he had a jar of some kind of cream in his hands.

“This’ll help heal this up,” he said as he spread some on my back. The cream was cool and after the initial sting, actually felt good. I closed my eyes and allowed him to rub the cream over my entire backside. “I’d never seen Dad that pissed off before at a client.”

“Wha… what’d he do?” I stammered. The rubbing of the cream was making me feel better.

“He screamed holy hell, that’s what. When he saw you lying passed out on the floor, he told Jake that that school could never use any one of us again. After that, I told Dad about the extra money he had promised us, and Dad took it from him. We agreed that you should get it all, okay?”

“I think we should still split it between the four of us, Randy. That was the deal.”

“I know, but he was really brutal with you. It’ll take you at least a month to heal up after this.”

“How much did your dad get for the regular fee?”

“The normal hundred dollars an hour, why?” That added up to be eight hundred minus Dan’s fee of eighty, totaling to seven-twenty for me and Randy.

“What was the extra?”

Randy just looked at me.

“What?” I asked. He mumbled something.

“What was that?” I asked again, this time rising from the bed to look more squarely at him.

“Two hundred. Total.” He looked like the world had ended or something.

“He was only going to pay us fifty fucking dollars each??!!” I was almost screaming, now. Randy could only nod. “I don’t fucking believe it.”

“Neither could Dad when he heard about the whole deal. Besides, how the hell were you to say anything with that fucking ball in your mouth?”

“Oh, you’re awake,” a voice said at the doorway. It was Randy’s mom, Amy. I tried to smile at her, but just couldn’t manage it after hearing what Randy told me. “You hungry, Scott?” I just realized just how hungry I was, and nodded. “You stay there, let me get it for you,” she said, then disappeared.

“Mom knows, too. She was awake when we got home this morning,” he almost looked ashamed of the situation. He then turned back to me. “Want some more cream?” I nodded again, and he applied some to my bruised asscheeks, being extremely careful.

“What is that stuff, anyways?”

“A skin cream with some stuff in it to help numb the pain a little.”

Amy returned with a plate full of small sandwiches and two glasses of soda. She put them down on the end table, looked at me with a mixture of pity and guilt, then walked out of the room. I raised myself up on my elbows, and Randy put a pillow under my chest to help.

“Take your share of the tip, anyways, Randy,” I told him.

“Yeah, but…”

“No ‘buts’, man.” We both looked at each other and snickered at the pun. “Look, we were all stupid enough to agree to it, right?” He nodded his head. “Alright, then, take your fifty. I’ll be fine with my share, and I’ll give the girls’ theirs when I next see them. Speaking of the girls; how was Carry?”

“Not good, but better than you, though. You know she really lost her cherry last night to those pricks? It wasn’t a put-on. When she and Trish saw you on the floor, and saw what that asshole did to you, neither one of them wanted the extra money. They told me to give you their share.”

“Well, we’ll see about that. Who’s their ‘manager’?”

“Trish’s dad is. It seems that she’s been doing this since she was six.”

“I just hope none of this is permanent.”

We ate the rest of the sandwiches in silence as he continued to work the cream into my skin with his free hand. After a while, the stinging did subside to more of a dull ache. As he manipulated my skin, I pulled and stretched the muscles, they were really sore, also.

“Don’t stretch your legs out. Your groin muscles have probably been strained.” I moved them apart, to test them, and didn’t feel any pain until I tried to pull them back together.

“You’re right, they hurt.” As he rubbed in more of the cream, I slipped back into my mind when I had first gotten into this gig….

After Randy had cleaned me up following Rudy fucking me, we sat down and talked about what the whole job would be like.

“Well, Dad won’t start you out on the larger, or more sadistic ones out there, he’ll get you started with a smaller client; probably Mr. Sanders or Mr. Jackson. From there, he’ll move on to the more ‘exciting’ ones.”

“Exciting ones?”

“Yeah. Like the ones that enjoy tying you up, spankings, torturing your nipples, cock and balls. There you get more money, though.” “I look forward to that,” I said sarcastically.

Randy laughed. “Don’t worry, Scott, you’ll get used to it. You may even enjoy some of it. I know Mikey and Red actually do like some of it, especially Mikey.”

“Mikey, really? He’s so…so…”

“So fat?”

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.

“He actually doesn’t mind being fat or being called that. He is also quite popular with the wilder clients.”

“Because he’s so big?”

“I think so. He told me after one night when we got home that they like to call him a pig. Like, ‘squeal like a pig, fat boy,’ and ‘shove your snout into this, oinker,’ actually do turn him on. When they have his arms pinned behind his back and shout those things at him while fucking him, he likes it, he says. He also likes it when they hit him while doing it. He usually comes home with a woody.”

“Why? I figured it would bother him.”

“Me too, but it does turn him on. Let me tell you what happened when Dad found out about it.”

“Was he pissed?”

“Are you kidding? When we got home that night, Rudy, Red and I went upstairs for the night. Dad took him down into the basement. Rudy, Roger and I knew what that meant; Mikey was about to get the fucking of his life, and he did.”

“What happened?”

“Mikey told me everything that happened when Dad let him go, three hours later. Now, I told you that Dad’s quite well hung, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, Dad pushed Mikey down the stairs, and into the soundproof room that’s down there. He pushed Mikey to the floor, and closed the door, shutting him in. He asked Mikey if what he had heard about him was true, and he nodded.”

“Then what?”

“He grabbed him, flipped him onto all fours, and ripped off his clothes, leaving Mikey on the floor, looking like a smaller white pig without a tail. Mikey said he spanked his fat ass a few times, and then mounted him. After burying himself to the hilt in Mikey’s rear, he reached around to check, and sure enough, the guy was turned on. Over the next three hours, Dad took a belt, a paddle, a switch, and a crop to Mikey’s ass, and he enjoyed every minute. According to Dad, he came at least a half dozen times, and Dad only fucked him twice.”

“Jesus Christ. So he likes being hit?”

“Yeah, weird, huh?” I nodded. “He says it really excites him. Makes him feel wanted, somehow.”

“Do you or the others ever do anything to him?”

“After that happened; all the time. And he really does like that kind of attention.”

“And just what are we discussing?” A voice came from the door.

“Oh, hi Dad. We were just talking about Mikey and what he likes others to do to him. I think though that Scott, here, wants to start working with us.”

“You do?”

“Yes sir,” I answered. “If it’s not too painful.”

“Well, we’ll make sure that it won’t be that bad. You up for anything tonight?”

“Uh…sure,” I replied.

“Good, Mr. Jackson is one of our best clients and is in need of some attention. He does like a particular look, though. Help him dress for the evening, Randy.”

“Okay, Dad,” he answered him. Dan left the room to the two of us.

“I thought that your dad would have at me first, Randy.”

“Well, normally, he would start you out with some toys, and then fuck the shit out of you. But James is busy tonight with family stuff, and we need someone to fill in. You is it, man.”

“Toys? What toys?” I asked.

“Oh, just some dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Nothing to worry about. Now, let’s get you dressed for the evening.”

“Dressed?” I asked.

“Yeah, dressed. Mr. Jackson may be one the nicer and smaller clients, but he wants us dressed in girl’s clothes.”

“You’re kiddin’,”

“Nope. And he wants us to act like a girl, and call him ‘Daddy’. Dad told me what happened to him. A couple of years ago, his wife and two daughters were hit by a drunk driver and killed. Since then, he’s been using us as substitutes.”

“So we just do as he says,” I was definitely still concerned about this whole thing and Randy could tell.

“Look, you’ll be fine, Scott, stop worrying. Oh, by the way, when do you have to be back?”

“Are you kiddin’? Got a phone?” He pointed to the bedside table. I called my parents and told them I was staying with the Potters for the night. I hung up as Randy was laying out ‘my’ dress on the bed. “All night,” I said with a smile.

“Excellent. We’ll talk to dad about maybe having you with someone else after Mr. Jackson. Two hundred dollars your first night. How ‘bout it?”

“Works for me,” I shrugged at him.

Over the next hour, he got me dressed in a pair of lacy white panties (with a small button at the back) and matching training bra. Over that, a light pink dressed was slipped on with a white bow at the front, completing the look up top. White knee high socks were pulled up both my legs and pink shoes were slipped over them. I kinda felt a little silly.

“Stand up, and let’s have a look,” he said after the shoes were in place. I stood, and as I stood, my cock was pushing the material out at the front of the dress. Randy noticed this, but was prepared for it. With a bit of string in his hands, he told me to pull ‘my’ dress up. He went down and pulled ‘my’ panties down a little. I felt him tie the string around the head of my soft member, and pull the string through my legs. He tied the ends of the string to the button at the back of the panties, holding my cock between my legs. As long as I didn’t have to pee, I was fine, although it did bite into the head a little.

“That’s better,” he said as I lowered ‘my’ dress back down. “But we’ll need makeup and a wig to finish it off.”

We? What does he mean “we”?

So, he applied a little lipstick and only a small amount of blush to my face, then pulled a wig out of the closet. It was brown with straight hair, kind of like mine and Randy’s, only longer. After applying the wig, and securing it in place, he had me stand up and look in the mirror.

I was astonished. A very cute looking girl was staring back at me while standing next to Randy. Looking at me, you would never, ever guess I was a boy.

“Very nice, Randy,” we heard at the door. Dan was gazing at me in a really weird way, almost like he wanted to eat me alive, or something. “Very, nice. I think you would fool your own mother, Scott. Train him to walk, talk and act, now, Randy. You have about an hour or so before we leave.”

“Okay, Dad,” Randy answered. “Scott,” he said, turning his attention to me. “Walk to me.”

I did. I wasn’t good enough. Randy worked with me over the next hour, showing me just how to act like a girl. When the hour was up, Dan came in and led us, with Rudy, Roger, and Mikey to the car. Rudy made some rude comment on how I looked, but Roger and Mikey were actually impressed by my appearance.

The drive took about half an hour to get to the house. Dan called me out of the car, and I looked at Randy for confirmation. He did a “thumbs up” thing, and I followed Dan up to the front door, remembering to walk like a girl.

When Mr. Jackson opened the door, I was less than impressed, but tried to keep up appearances. Mr. Jackson, though, was very impressed with me. His smile showed a set of yellow teeth, and he looked like he was about a week overdue for a shave. His belly hung a little over his belt, and hair was literally covering his body. I was almost disgusted at the though of having to spend any time with him at all.

He opened the door and allowed me to sashay past him. I gave him a little teasing wiggle of my butt, knowing that was what Dan would want me to do. The two shook hands and I was alone with this man in his living room, wondering if he was going to hurt me. I looked at the two hands on his clock. Seven o’clock. He smiled as he walked up to me, with almost the same look in his eyes as Dan had back at his house. I would come to know the look very well over the years…lust.

“You’re new to this game, aren’t ya, sweetie?” He said, smiling.

“Yessir,” I said, as innocently as possible, remembering my training from Randy.

“Well, don’t be too nervous, I don’t bite too hard,” he said with a small guffaw that shook his belly a little. He walked over to me and started feeling up my legs and around my stomach area. He pulled the hemline of the dress up as his hand went up my legs. When his hand made contact with ‘my’ panties, I flinched a little, pulling back.

“Sorry, sir,” I said with a sheepish smile.

“It’s alright, young one. What’s your name?”

Taking a tip from a movie I saw once, I said innocently, “What do you want it to be, sir?” He smiled at my poor attempt at humor, and grabbed my chin in his rough hand.

“Don’t try to be funny, young one. Your cuteness and good looks will only serve you for so long. You try to be funny with anyone else, and you might just be going home with a sore ass. Got it?”

I nodded, getting the implication.

“Good, now, name?”

“Scott,” I replied truthfully.

“Well, Scott, while you’re here, your name’s Samantha; Sam for short. It was my son’s name.”

“Son? I was told that you only had two daughters.”

“I had two sons. My wife wanted daughters, so to make her happy, sometimes we dressed them up as girls, just as you are now.” He finished his short story with wet eyes, and from then on I was not nervous around him. He seemed more human to me.

When he continued to just stand there, I took the initiative, and walked up to him. I surprised him as I wrapped my arms around his large waist, and let him hug me back. He seemed to me to need it. After a few minutes, though, his hands started sliding down my back to my butt. I then remembered why I was there.

I smiled up at him as he leaned down to me. The kiss that followed stunned me a little and it took a second to kiss him back. As he rose back up, the back of ‘my’ dress came up also. I reached up and unbuckled his pants.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I asked, sweetly, slipping into the role.

“Yes, Sammy, that’s what Daddy wants. Thank you,” he answered as he moved his hips to allow his pants to fall to the floor. My hands moved up to the waistband of his boxers and slid them down to rest on his pants. I got my first look at an adult cock. To me, it was big, and it wasn’t even hard, yet. Covered with black hair at the base, and supported by two furry balls, it started to come to life as my breath hit it.

“What do you want me to do, now, Daddy?” I asked, dreading the answer. But it wasn’t what I expected.

“Put it in your mouth, Sammy, suck on it,” he said with his eyes closed.

I don’t think so, pal.

“Sir?” I asked, wondering why on earth anyone would want that done to them.

“Suck on it like a lollipop, son. It would make Daddy very happy. Just open your mouth, and I’ll do the rest, okay?”

I nodded, definitely apprehensively. I was hoping he would turn me around and be done with it. I opened my mouth, and as he aimed his hardening meat at my mouth, his belly started to obscure my vision to his groin. The head passed by my teeth and continued its journey towards the back of my mouth. When it hit the back and touched my gag reflex, he pulled back. His belly had almost enveloped my entire face and I could smell his groin; I didn’t like it. I did, however, get used to the smell over time, but I never did like it.

He pushed forward again, and I gagged again.

“Let’s try this another way for your first time,” he said, then pushed me away. I watched as he walked over and laid down on the couch. He beckoned me over to his side. He reached over and pulled ‘my’ dress over my head, leaving me in ‘my’ girl’s underwear. He pulled me gently on top of him, with my head down at his groin and my feet past his head.

“Now, try it again, son,” he suggested. I nodded and grabbed a man’s stiffening member for the first time. With a great deal of inner fortitude, I lowered my mouth over his cockhead, and sucked him into me. “Now, try to swallow when it hits the back of your throat, like if you are swallowing food, or something.” I nodded my reply as best I could and moved further down his body.

When his cockhead hit the back of my throat again, I gagged for a second, then remembered and swallowed. My throat opened up and he slipped easily down my gullet. He moaned his pleasure as a tight throat engulfed his tool.

Now, what?

As if he could read my mind, he told me to work it back out and then back inside. He wasn’t particularly long or thick, but to a ten year old throat, it was like having a redwood go down my throat. After several times of going in and out, he stopped me.

“Was I doing something wrong, Daddy?” I asked, worried.

“No, son. You were doing fine; too fine. I didn’t want to cum in your mouth. I want that sweet tail of yours, first.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, then reached down to pull ‘my’ panties off. I rested my knees on his shoulders as I raised my tail up to lower them down. He got a ‘birds-eye’ view of my pink nether cherry, just waiting to be popped by an adult cock. I had to remember to untie my own cock from the button in the back, and then I continued to slide them down. He pushed on my tail to slide me down his body, until I was positioned over his rigid cock. I had both of my knees outside his wide hips with my hands on his knees. I remember being nervous as I waited in anticipation to him spearing me.

He took his cock in his hand and rubbed some of his pre-cum into my crack. It felt kind of slimy as he worked it back and forth. Then the moment of truth came, and I tensed up as he placed his cockhead to the entrance of my backdoor.

“You’d better relax, son, or this will hurt a lot more,” he said. I nodded as I felt his hand move up my back to my shoulder, then back down again. I relaxed my sphincter muscles as best as I could, and as he placed his hand back on my shoulder, he pushed up with his hips, impaling me on his manhood.

“Uuuhhhh,” was all that came out of my mouth, but my mind was screaming at the intrusion. I arched my back and raised my head at the same time, throwing the hair from my wig backward. Only the head had made inside, and already it felt like a two by four post. I wiggled, trying to get a little relief from the pain, only to allow more of him inside me. I lowered my head back down, and grimaced at the searing torment my virgin ass was undergoing. As I closed my eyes, the tears that had welled up were released down my chest.

“Come here, Sammy,” he said and pulled me down to lie on his chest. He continued to feed his cock into my bowels as I lowered myself down onto his belly. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his pubic hair rubbing my smooth, hairless ass, and I realized that he had fit all of himself inside. Unfortunately, I knew he wasn’t finished yet.

He wrapped his arms around my chest as he pulled out of me. He held onto me as he thrust back inside. The act was very intimate. As he continued to fuck me, the pain lessened, and soon enough, I actually started to enjoy it. While he held onto me with his left hand, his right moved down to my stiffening rod. Having his rough hands wrap around my privates took me a few seconds to get used to. The roughness and size was a considerable contrast to the youthfulness of Randy’s hand or my own. I looked down to see the entire thing being enveloped by only three of his fingers.

He pumped my own member as he pumped my asshole with his. The feelings were just as intense as they were in Randy’s room, maybe even more so, as he was a bit larger than Rudy. The feelings started to build deep inside my stomach area, and just as the feelings exploded in my mind and body, I felt him stiffen and liquid being squirted into my rectum.

If the world had ended right then, I would have been very happy. After our climaxes, we clean ourselves up, got dressed, and watched some TV. He was leaning back against the arm of the couch as we watched, while I stretched out on the other side. After a minute or so, I looked over at him, to see his face. The look he had was hard to read, almost a blissful euphoria. I decided to see if he would like a little company. I mean, the hard (forgive the pun again) part was over, right?

I crawled over and sat in his lap. His wrapped his arms around me again, and started playing with my cock through ‘my’ dress. I reached back, and put my arms around the back of his neck, and laced my fingers together, allowing him full access to my whole body.

“Playful little thing, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied with a slight smile. I spread my legs wide and placed them on the outside of his to give him anything he wanted.

I could tell he smiled back as his hands roamed over my torso. Within minutes, ‘my’ dress was pulled back up, and his hands went under the elastic of ‘my’ panties.

“Daddy, whatcha doin’?” I asked in a mock innocent voice.

“Just checking your equipment, son. Making sure it still works and all.”

“Oh…should I check yours, also?” I asked with a slight teasing giggle.

“You can if you want to, but my ‘equipment’ probably won’t work for another hour or so, so don’t be too disappointed.”

“You mean there’s nothing I can do to make you feel good again? Are you sure?” I said with another giggle.

“Well… there might be something your mouth can try and do again.”

What’s with the mouth thing?

“I guess I can try, Daddy,” I said and rolled over to face his crotch area again.

I lowered his boxers down again, and found his flaccid penis. With as much tenderness as I could muster, I reached down and started stroking him to a semi-hard state. With a deep breath, I lowered my mouth down on his cock for a second time. This time, I had no problems getting him inside my ten year old mouth.

“Play with my balls, Sammy, but do it gently,” he requested. I reached down with my left hand and started massaging his hairy nuts. It was like playing with a pair of extra fuzzy tennis balls. I moved my head up and down the length of his shaft while continuing to play with them.

Within mere moments he was rock hard again, and meeting me with upward thrusts of his hips to my face. Each time he thrust upwards, his cock slid down my throat with now practiced ease. It’s amazing the things you can get used to. Following one time after he pushed inside, I closed my lips to encircle his manhood, just to see what would happen when he pulled out. The effect caused a groan to escape from him, and I knew I had done something right.

After only a few more minutes, his breathing deepened and his thrusts were becoming more violent, followed by a large thrust as he released a substantial amount of semen down my throat. He dug his nails into my asscheeks as he came. He actually drew blood from that.

I wasn’t sure I liked the taste of his cum or not. It tasted like buttermilk, but not as sweet. Since he had cum already, this time wasn’t very much, and I swallowed all of it, not sure if it was the right thing to do or not. He seemed to appreciate it.

“Wow, boy, that was good; very good,” he commented. I smiled. For some reason, I liked pleasing him.

Just then, a car stopped outside, and a door closed. I looked at the clock; our hour was up. He paid me a hundred and twenty dollars. And I left as Dan opened the door. I walked out to a vacant car, and got in the front seat. After the two talked for a minute or so, Dan climbed in the driver’s side.

“Well, sport, how did it go?” He asked as he started the car. I shrugged and showed him the money. “Good job, sport, good job.” I started to give him his twenty, when he held up his hand to stop me. “The first one, you keep. Pay me after the next customer. You want another one?”

“Who is he?”

“This one likes to tie up the boys. Interested?” I had been fascinated with being tied up since I was five. Here was a chance to get paid at the same time. I nodded. “Good. Now, he will tie you up, and do some other things to you. If it is too much for you, all you have to say is, ‘Steve’, and he will stop. This also goes with any other client.”

“What other stuff is he gonna do?” I asked with just a hint of nervousness.

“A spanking, nothing too rough, though. Also just a little cbt, and a little nipple torture, but it’s nothing too extreme.”

“Cbt?”

“Cock and Ball Torture,” he answered.

“Do what?”

“Don’t worry, sport, it won’t hurt too bad, okay? You can handle a little pain, can’t you?”

Oh, sure, no fucking problem.

I shrugged my answer.

“That’s the spirit, sport. Go ahead and get changed into your cut-offs and t-shirt while I get you there. His name is Mr. Foster, and he is a nice man, just with a different taste.”

“How do you feel, Scotty?” The real voice of Dan brought me back to the present day.

I turned to look at the doorway, and smiled a weak smile. “Better, after Randy put that cream on my back. Do we have any clients tonight?”

“The others do, but you and Randy don’t. Amy has your money for the weekend, and the two of you can stay here tonight while we take the others out. Amy has some work to do at the office and won’t be home till after we leave, so you’ll be on your own for a few hours. Can you handle that?”

We nodded, and smiled at each other. We could definitely handle that.