Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2019 08:26:30 -0400
From: JP <jpwshop@gmail.com>
Subject: In the Wrong Place -4

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In the Wrong Place - Part 4


Scott was awakened by the shouts of Raffo hollering for him to climb up
into the bed.  Raffo's cock was rock hard with morning wood and he wanted
Scott to service it.  When Scott accidentally scraped the side with his
teeth, Raffo punched him hard in the face and told him that there would be
no next time.  Scott was getting fearful of the brutal beatings he was
receiving on a regular basis.  He was now completely awake and could fully
concentrate on Raffo's cock.  Raffo held Scott's head in place and forced
him to take load after load into his gut.  Raffo was an animal when it came
to sex.  Scott had not yet gotten the taste out of his mouth from
yesterday, and here it was again.  He had not had anything to eat, except
for the cum of the past two days.  His stomach was growling with pain.


Raffo got out of bed and headed for the shower.  Scott caught himself
admiring Raffo's strong and masculine body.  Scott was having a hard time
dealing with his tormented feelings.  He couldn't understand why he was
giving Raffo's body a second look.  He was beginning to break.  His respect
for Raffo was building.  Raffo could be cruel and demanding, but it
appeared that there may also be a soft side to him.  He tried to convince
himself that it was impossible for him to have feelings for another man.
He shook his head to change those thoughts.  As he looked across the
bedroom, he noticed his suitcase which had been in the trunk of his car,
was now empty and lying on its side on the floor.  Its possessions were
presumably spread between Raffo's dresser and closet.  His cologne and
toiletries were on top of the dresser, looking as if they had always been
there.  Scott was trying to focus on how he was going to get his stuff
back.  He was snapped out of it when he was ordered to the kitchen to make
coffee and breakfast.  Scott did not know how to do any kind of menial
labor, but he would quickly teach himself.  He stumbled around and finally
figured out how to use the coffee maker and was able to come up with an
acceptable breakfast for two.  Raffo entered the kitchen and was wearing
Scott's favorite grunge tee shirt which he had gotten from a bar in
California about 10 years ago.  It was his favorite piece of clothing.  He
had to admit, that it looked really good on Raffo.  Raffo was also wearing
the brand-new pair of white Nikes that Scott had brought as well as his
skinny stretch jeans.  Scott couldn't take his eyes off Raffo.  He looked
so good in Scotts clothes.  Even though his was wearing his doo rag and
dangling earring along with his leather bands.  He did have one new
addition though, and that was the gold Rolex watch on his wrist.  Scott
tugged at the collar around his neck.  Along with the dog tags, it was the
only thing that he was wearing.  Scott set the two plates on the table.
Raffo laughed and poured the second dish into the dog bowl.  He put it on
the floor and informed Scott that was where he would be eating.  Scott got
down on all fours at Raffo's feet.  He was so hungry that he ate it all,
including the small amount of dog food that had been left in the bowl.


Raffo told Scott that it was time for him to pay his fag tax.  Scott was
confused as he looked to Raffo for answers.  Raffo told him that if he was
going to stay with him, he was going to have to pay his fair share.  Scott
didn't want to stay with him, he wanted to leave.  Raffo grabbed him by the
arm and pulled him over to a computer that he had set up in the corner.  He
told Scott that he was going to have to make another transfer.  This time
it was going to cost him $5,000.  Scott panicked and hesitated. Raffo told
him that he was ready to kick his ass right here and now if he didn't shut
up and do it.  He was still battered and bruised from yesterday and did not
want to receive another beating.  The dog tags around his neck reminded him
that he was now being controlled by another man.  Scott signed into his
account and quickly transferred the money.  His large account balance
handled the transfer easily but was dwindling quickly as Raffo sucked the
cash from it.  Raffo made a mental note that in the future he would get the
password and just make the transfers himself.


Scott begged Raffo for a shower and some clothes.  Raffo was not going to
chance him running away.  Since he was going to be a whore, he was going to
keep him dressed like a whore.  Raffo explained to him that he didn't need
to shower.  He would just be getting dirty anyway.  As for clothes, Raffo
told him the only clothes he owned now were his hot pants and tank top.
The leather collar and dog tags would stay on in public.  Scott was
disillusioned and upset.  He was still hungover, his body ached all over,
he was covered in cum, dirt and markings and now he could smell himself.
His new piercings were painful.  His cologne and deodorant had given out
long ago.  "Come on Peanut, you look just fine.  In fact, you look
perfect," Raffo told him.


Raffo put Scott in the trunk of his car and headed for the garage but had
to make a stop along the way.  He pulled up on a side street downtown and
waited.  When he saw the man he was looking for, he hopped out of the car,
opened the trunk for Scott to witness the event and approached the guy.
The man was about 28 years old, fairly good looking at about 6 ft tall,
blue eyes and blonde hair cut high and tight.  He was not happy to see
Raffo.  Raffo yelled at him, "Where's my money, Skunk.  You've missed the
last two payments."  The guy made up some bull shit story about why he
didn't have the money which incensed Raffo even more.  Raffo lectured the
guy about the importance of keeping a promise.  The guy begged for more
time.  Raffo finally agreed but told the man he would need an interest
payment and made him empty his pockets.  The guy had $5 in his pocket and
no watch or jewelry to speak of.  (It had probably already been pawned.)
Raffo looked down and admired Skunk's boots.  They were Frye brown harness
boots that had a few miles on them but were still in good shape.  Raffo
told him that he would take the boots.  Skunk protested and said he
couldn't ride his bike without his boots.


Raffo yelled at him to take the fucking boots off.  One by one, Skunk
pulled off each boot, put them together, and handed them over to Raffo who
calmly and confidently said, "and the tee shirt too."  Skunk said, "Come on
Raff, I told you that I would get you the money.  Don't do this."  Raffo
simply said, "Tee Shirt now."  Skunk looked both ways on the street to see
if anybody else was looking.  He pulled the tee shirt over his head and
handed it to Raffo.  Raffo demanded his jeans next.  Skunk knew that it was
no use to argue with Raffo.  He unhooked his belt, opened his jeans,
lowered the zipper and pulled the jeans down his legs.  About this time a
car came around the corner with two you girls.  As it whizzed by, they
hollered out, "Looking Good!"  Skunk was humiliated but handed the jeans
over to Raffo who folded them and put them with the boots and shirt.  Raffo
said that he would take the socks and underwear too.  Scott who was still
watching from the trunk, couldn't believe it as Skunk pulled off his
remaining clothing and was standing on the street stark naked.  Raffo told
him that he would see him same time/same place next week and he better have
the money, or there would be hell to pay.  Skunk took off running up the
street.  This show of strength was designed to impress Scott of his
capabilities.  There would be no questions asked about Raffo's leadership
abilities.


Raffo threw the clothes in the back seat (he was not about to give them to
Scott yet) and slammed the trunk.  They sped off down the road with Raffo
driving the BMW recklessly.  When they got to the garage and entered the
office, there was another man inside waiting for them.  He was Raffo's
accountant and legal advisor.  On the desk was Scott's briefcase with many
of its papers next to it.  The accountant smiled when he saw Scott who went
to the corner and stood at attention.  Scott was beginning to admire as
well as fear Raffo at the same time.  The accountant gave Raffo a quick
greeting.  He explained to Raffo, "I have examined many of these papers as
you have requested and have some good news for you.  With this notarized
Power of Attorney, and a few signatures, you can transfer most of these
securities and investments into your name."  Raffo was ecstatic.  He didn't
know what most of the papers in the briefcase meant and had called for the
advice of his trusted advisor.  Scott watched in horror as they dug through
his private papers and looked for valuables.  Raffo asked Scott if he
needed to get a couple of the boys in the office to have another
"discussion" with him.  Scott realized that there was no way out and simply
replied, "No."  Raffo raised his fist and Scott quickly replied, "No, Sir."
The accountant gave Scott a pen and showed him where to sign.  He signed
his name again and again, slowly transferring his many investments into
Raffo's name, where they could be sold and converted to cash.  The other
papers and records which had no value to Raffo were scooped up and thrown
in the trash.  Raffo pulled an iPad out of the bag and put it in his desk
drawer.  He examined the fine leather briefcase, and determining that he
had no use for it, threw it into the trash on top of the papers and
contents.  In 15 minutes, Scott had signed away $50,000 worth of
investments.  The stress gave Scott a raging migraine headache.  His head
was throbbing from the inside and his body was in pain from the outside.
He begged Raffo for more drugs.  Raffo was happy to keep him strung out and
addicted.  He would soon be one of Raffo's best coke customers.  The
destruction of his life continued.


Raffo asked the accountant if he would like a blow job before left.  Scotts
face turned crimson red, but the accountant said next time, he needed to
get to the bank to record the transfers.  The accountant left and Raffo
told Scott that they didn't have much time, but he wanted a quick piece of
ass.  He told Scott to get on his knees and get Raffo's cock hard.  Scott
unzipped Raffo's pants, fished out his cock and began to stroke it.  Raffo
cracked Scott hard upside the head and hollered, "With your tongue, bitch!"
Scott's head was ringing but he was able to use his tongue to tease the
giant cock.  He began to move up the shaft, but not fast enough for Raffo.
He grabbed Scott by the back of his bald head and shoved his cock to the
back of Scott's throat.  Scott gagged, but managed to keep going.  He could
feel Raffo's pubic hairs in his nostrils.  It didn't take long for his
shaft to become fully extended.  Raffo could feel Scott's facial stubble
against his thighs and didn't like the sensation.  He told Scott that if he
didn't keep his face and head completely shaved and smooth, that he would
lose his eyebrows too.  Raffo would make sure that Scott didn't have a hair
on his body.  He like his bitches soft and smooth.


Raffo bent Scott over the desk, popped a couple pills in his mouth, ripped
his hot pants down, and slapped some grease in his ass.  He was pissed at
his behavior with Ginger, so he rammed his cock in hard.  When Scott
screamed out, he rammed it in further, telling him to stop crying. Scott
pushed again and was now all the way inside Scotts still tight ass.  "Come
on, Peanut.  Relax," Raffo said as he spanked that beautiful butt.  It
didn't take long for his ass cheeks to turn a brilliant red.  Raffo was
using nice slow strokes at first, but soon picked up the pace.  He was
using his body to ram his cock into Scott's gut.  When Scott relaxed the
pain went away and was replaced by euphoria.  The pills were kicking in and
he was feeling warmly satisfied.  His cock was growing and once again
leaking pre-cum.  Raffo smiled when he thought, "Oh yeah, he's enjoying
this."  He shot so much spunk into Scott's hole that it couldn't hold it
all.  When Raffo pulled out, the jizz was all over his ass and running down
both legs.  Raffo put Scott back on his knees and rubbed the seed from his
cock all over Scott's face, making Scott finish cleaning the cock in his
mouth.  He didn't dare protest.


Scott wanted to clean himself up, but he knew better.  He was beginning to
learn that he could not make decisions for himself.  He needed to wait and
be told what to do, otherwise, he would risk being the beneficiary of
another beating.  Raffo pulled his pants up and checked his appearance.  He
yelled, "Time to get to work."  They left the office and into the garage
where Scott got a big jolt.  His prized possession, his beautiful BMW, was
in the middle of the garage and the crew was working on it.  They already
had removed the hood and the trunk and were working on the doors.  They
were pulling it apart and stripping it down piece by piece.  Raffo ordered
Scott to take the parts as they removed them and load them onto the waiting
tractor trailer.  Scott couldn't believe how quickly they were pulling it
apart.  This nightmare was out of control.  He picked up one of the door
panels and headed towards the waiting tractor trailer.  The driver was
standing nearby and looked at the trashy looking Scott with tears in his
eyes and spirit broken, heading towards the rig.  He had to check this out.
He looked at Scotts athletic body and tight ass.  He noticed the clothes,
tats and piercings.  He extended his hand, and said, "Howdy partner, my
name is Tex.  What's your name?  You're a pretty little thing."  Scott
raised his head to look at the driver and noticed Raffo keeping an eye on
him.  He extended his hand, took a deep breath, and said, "Name is Peanut".
He couldn't believe he said it.  He actually said it out loud.  His name
was Peanut.  Raffo just grinned in the background.  The trucker read on the
dog tags that he was the property of Raffo.  He went to Raffo and begged
for Scott's ass.  Raffo said no, but he would let Peanut blow him.  He was
saving Scott's ass for the paying customers.  The trucker grabbed Scott by
the collar and drug him out the back door.  He was extremely rough with
Scott.  He slapped him around.  He knocked him down.  He kicked him and
finally pissed all over him.  He told Scott, "your nothing but a dirty cum
sucking whore."  He drug Scott to his knees and roughly shoved his cock
down his throat.  Scott gagged and Tex slapped him again.  He told Scott
that he knew that he wouldn't dare gag when he was blowing Raffo.  When he
was finished, he shot his warm sticky load all over Scott's head and face.
It was running downing his chest and back.  Before he let Scott loose, he
had one more plan.  He picked up a baseball bat that was nearby and covered
it with a black greasy lubricant from the shop.  He told Scott that Raffo
said he couldn't put his dick in him, but didn't say anything about
anything else.  Scott protested, but the trucker just beat him some more.
When Scott finally gave up, the trucker fucked him relentlessly with the
baseball bat.  In and out, he rammed the bat.  It was such a shock to
Scotts ass that it was ripped apart giving him an anal fissure.  Scott was
screaming.  Tex told Scott that if he continued to scream out loud, he
would use the bat on his head.  Scott was out of breath and crying, his
eyes were swollen from the beatings, he had a fat lip and at least two
cracked ribs.  He told Scott that where he came from that was the way that
they treated dirty little whores like him.  Scott was in so much pain, he
couldn't complain.  He couldn't even reply.  He opened his mouth, but no
words came out.  He collapsed in the alley.  Tex walked away and left him
there.


The crew finished loading the truck and Raffo came looking for Scott.  He
found him passed out in the alley.  He was pissed.  He would take care of
Scott first and deal with the trucker later.  Raffo and the boys got Scott
in the back of the van and took him to Raffo's house to recuperate.