Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2016 15:28:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: abbottjustin16@yahoo.com
Subject: LatinCollegeDudeMindControl9

Chapter 9

The next morning, we woke up early.  We both had morning wood.  It wasn?t
long before we were kissing again and then we each jerked the other off.
I think we were both a little embarrassed at the sex and I sheepishly
left soon thereafter. I had a full day, between my classes and Emiliano?s
so I went to my dorm to shower and change.  I kept hoping to hear from
Emiliano, but it wasn?t until after lunch that I got the first text.
Dude, the cunts were all over me last night!
Then, a photo of his junk, straight on.  Then another text, twenty
minutes later: Hope you?re fucking in my lectures faggot.
He seemed to be bouncing around from nice, to male tease, to abusive
bastard.  The texts and photos came through periodically, like water
torture.  I could not get him out of my mind.
Finally, at 4:30 he ordered me to come over.  Get over here now
cocksucker.  Don?t piss me off.
He didn?t have to ask twice.  I knocked on the door and he let me in.  ?What
took you so long queer?  You know better than to keep me waiting.  Ask
your boyfriend Iker how I beat the shit out of him.  I?d love an excuse to
do it to you.?
I told him I was sorry and would do better next time.
?So you had sex with my whore.  Now you owe me $200.  We?ll have to work that
off your dates.?
I said ?What??
?He tells me everything.  You better too if you know what?s good for you. So
now I?m ready to send you out too.  With two faggots working for me I?ll make
twice the plata.?
?Wait, no Emiliano, I can?t do that.  I mean I?m here for you, to cook and
clean, go to class, even suck you off.  But not other guys.?
He smacked me across the face so hard that I fell over and knocked over a
lamp.
?Stupid faggot? he roared, ?you broke my lamp.  Now you owe me even more!  You?ll
have to pull five tricks before you get any money for yourself.?
I just stayed on my ass, rubbing my mouth, and averting his gaze.
He picked me up by the neck and shoved me against a wall.  Nearly choking
me with his strong grasp, I stammered to apologize, in awe of his muscled
bare chest and arms, glistening with sweat and pumped up in anger.
?Now listen faggot and listen good.  Last time I?m explaining things to your
sorry cock-sucking ass twice. Just like your boyfriend, I?m whoring you
out.  You WILL go when I tell you, where I say, with whoever I say, and
do whatever I say you need to do to make the customer happy.
From what I can see, these are some sick motherfuckers.  They?re all
perverted faggots. Old men.  Fat fucks. You WILL do whatever they want
you to do.  Ask your boyfriend.  You will wish it was a blowjob, when
half the fucks want to piss in your mouth or whip you.?
With that he let go of me, and I slipped to the floor.  He kicked me in
the balls with his bare foot, for good measure.  I saw his cock at full
attention in his joggers.  It got him sexually excited to beat up people.
God I wanted him so much.  He was an animal.  So male.  So violent,
unpredictable, and masculine.
?Now get the fuck on your knees and take care of this for me.  I hate you
faggots.  You disobey me and then I have to punish you, and that always
makes me so fuckin? angry that I get hard.
I got to me knees and reached out gently for his cock which was tenting
out his navy blue jogger shorts.  Five inches of baby blue Bjorn Borg
underwear rose above his shorts, with a black waist band.  He was so
cool.
I felt the need to speak. ?Emiliano, I?m so sorry I pissed you off. It won?t
happen again.  Thank you for letting me do this for you now.  I?ll do a
good job.?
He didn?t respond, he just pushed it all down and I moved in closer to do
my job.  His crotch smelled like male anger and sweat.  Very strong.  A
little unpleasant.
I started on his balls, licking them and putting them in my mouth.  Then
I moved on to glide my mouth up and down the shaft.  I tickled the
underside of his tattooed cock with the tip of my tongue.
?Enough.  I ain?t no bitch that wants foreplay.  Take it in your mouth and
get it done.?  He grabbed my ears and pulled me onto his cock.  It was huge
in my mouth, engorged with blood, I guess because he was so angry.
He pushed it in and out, real rough, and I choked.  He pulled out and
slapped me across the face.  ?Suck my fuckin? cock, faggot!?
I compensated somehow but it didn?t much matter.  Within thirty seconds he
was blowing a monster load into the back of my throat.  So hot, salty,
and thick.  I was so happy that he was able get off.  In me.
He didn?t bother to let me clean him off, he just ordered me to get a towel
and then to make him something to eat.  I assumed I wasn?t included, and as
he began to eat the frozen lasagna I had miked, and drink the Jack and
Coke I fixed him, he said ?Now get the fuck out.  I?m texting you the
address.  Be there at six and get $200.  Bring it all back to me by
7:30.  Faggot.?
I left without saying much more than ?Of course.?  In the parking lot I saw
the place was at a hotel on Canal Street.  His car barely started, and
the A/C was whimping out, but I got there.
This was uncharted territory for me.  Who knew what the customer looked
like or was into.  But Iker had been able to do it for weeks now, and I
wanted to bring money to Emiliano, hoping it would make him happy.  Plus,
it wasn?t like I was a virgin.  I?d had Emiliano in my mouth three times, and
had gotten off twice with Iker.  In fact I?d had sex with dudes four times
in twenty four hours.  What the fuck?
The hotel was nice, and I went to room 545.  I was a little disheveled I
guess, since Emiliano had been so rough with me, but I smoothed down my
sleeveless white tee shirt and black skinny jeans and knocked on the
door.
A man about forty let me in.  The room smelled of weed.  It was dark and
Skyscraper by Bruce Cullen was playing.  I liked Trance.
He wasn?t badly built I guess.  A little muscular.  A little fat.  And he
was totally naked.  His cock stood straight out.  It had a metal ring
around the base, and his two balls were separated by strips of black
leather.  I had never seen anything like it.
He sparked a joint and took a whack, then handed it to me.  ?Finish it.?
I didn?t need to be asked twice.  He took my right hand and guided it to
his swollen cock.  I caressed it gently.  I could feel pre-cum already.
?Ilike to talk dirty.  I like to humiliate and abuse young boys.  How old
are you, eighteen??
I figured it might help, so I lied and said ?sixteen.?
?Jailbait huh?  Finish that joint and get on your fuckin? knees queer.?  I
obliged.  I stroked him harder.
He let me do this for a while, then said ?OK, faggot, start using that
pretty teen boy mouth on it.?
After about three minutes of licking and sucking, he took this small
bottle from the table, unscrewed it, and shoved it under my nose.  ?Breath
in, deeply.  Both sides of your nose, cocksucker.?
It almost knocked me out at first, but I recovered, and whatever it was I
almost lost my mind.  Suddenly I was a wild whore, born to suck this
beautiful cock and this man wasn?t forty and a little overweight, he was
Emiliano.
I gave him the best blowjob I had performed on any one so far.  I was mad
at myself that I hadn?t been able to do this good for Emiliano.
?Fuck that?s good.  You sick little cunt.  You motherfuckin? worthless piece of
shit faggot.  Suck your man, you stupid whore.  Boy faggots were made to
worship me.?
He kept screaming ?faggot? and ?fuck yeah? for a few minutes more and then
exploded in my mouth.  The cum was so plentiful it ran out the sides of
my mouth.  I licked at it greedily when he withdrew.  I felt my hard on
strain my skinny jeans.
He collapsed in a reading chair.  He picked up ten twenties and threw
them at me.  ?Get the fuck out faggot.  No tip, you?re too old.?
I scooped up the bills and left quickly.

Hey guys.  It?s been fun, but the next one is the conclusion.  After ten
chapters, I?m the one who is spent!  Thanks for reading.

Justin
Abbottjustin16@yahoo.com