Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 16:22:35 -0600
From: s a <midwest12cs@gmail.com>
Subject: Blow 4 Dough, Part 5

Warning: This story contains homosexuality, pederasty, prostitution,
profanity, violence, and aggressiveness.  I am the sole creator of my work.
Please feel free to contact me at the above email.

Blow 4 Dough

By Scott Zucker

Chapter Five: The Bukkake Room


     For weeks, I was convinced I was never going to whore myself out
again.  In fact, I even gave up sex for the longest time.  For the rest of
that month, I mostly hung out with a few friends, all of whom were
straight.  I also started ignoring Nick.  In the meantime, he seemed to
move on to other sources of income, since he had bundles of cash lying
around at night.  He also snuck in stoned a few times, so I figured he was
now selling drugs.  Surprisingly, my mom only caught him once, but that was
enough to convince her also.

     Soon Nick's birthday came and went.  Although he had planned to move
out, he ended up staying with us, probably because it was the only place he
could get a home cooked meal at.  Also, that following month, his mom got
out of jail.  She stayed with us for a week, but then returned to her ex
and drugs.

     One day, my mom stayed home from work to clean for my grandparents,
who were about to visit from out of town.  Upon hearing me enter, she
barreled out of her room with my designer underwear in her hand.  "Where
did you get these?" she blurted out.

     Embarrassed, I yanked them away from her.  "Quit going through my
stuff, damn," I shot back.

     "I have a right to know what's going on in this apartment."

     "They are freaking underwear.  Who the hell cares?"

     "How did you get them?"

     "Does it matter?"  She eyeballed me.  "What?"

     "Are you helping him sell drugs?"

     "What?  No, fuck no!"

     "Don't you swear at me!"  We glared at each other for a few seconds.
"Who's been sending money here?"  I stared at her confusedly.  "Through the
mail?"

     "I have no idea what you're talking about."

     She paused, calming down some.  "I don't know what Nick has gotten
himself into, but you better not be a part of it."

     "Is it a lot of money?" I asked, suddenly curious.

     "Not a lot."  She stared at me for a few more seconds and then gave
up.  "Get your room cleaned."

     I went to my room and pondered what she said.  For a moment, I thought
that maybe Xavier had been sending us money, but then I blocked that out of
my head.  After all, I didn't really care anymore.

     A week later, I found Nick lying on his bed, as he listened to music.
Immediately, he took out his earpieces and sat up.  "So I've been talking
to this guy who really wants to meet you.  Old, rich dude," he said.

     "I told you, I don't do that anymore," I responded.

     "He keeps bugging me."  He hesitated and snickered.  "I kinda told him
you were twelve."  Although almost fourteen, I could've passed for younger,
especially with a little effort.  "He says he has this enormous house and
throws these huge parties.  He also says he can maybe arrange something for
you in the future—oh, and he'll pay 500 just to meet you...and maybe
have you suck him a little."

     "That guy," I muttered, remembering the old guy from the pics.

     "This is a different one."

     "Still not interested," I grumbled.

     "Guess who he knows, too?"  I paused to listen.  "And he knows them
very well."  Right when he said "them", I automatically knew.  "Eurotrash
and son."

     "And that's supposed to make me feel better how?"

     "Payback."

     I rolled my eyes in my head.  "How's that supposed to happen?"

     "Let's just say there are some things that money can't buy, especially
when someone's running from the feds."

     "That doesn't make any sense."

     "It doesn't have to."  He paused.  "Just think about it.  No
pressure."

     He put his earpieces back in, as I began surfing the net.

     Five minutes later, I looked over at him, and he took out his
earpieces.  "What does he look like?" I asked.  At once, he whipped out his
phone to show me a picture.  It showed only his body, which was smooth,
tanned, and muscular.  "He's in his 40s, but takes good care of himself."

     For a few seconds, I considered it.  "What the fuck," I murmured, "I
might as well."

     Although I was starting to get excited about the money, I was really
in it for the revenge.  I desperately wanted those fuckers to pay.

     We arranged to meet the guy that Saturday.  After making me wait
forever for him, Nick finally called and picked me up.  Surprisingly, he
was dressed decently.  He looked like a bible salesman, albeit a slightly
disheveled one.  He was wearing a baggy, thin dress shirt; plain, brown
slacks; and a pathetically skinny tie.  He also had his hair gelled up into
a messy faux hawk.  "You finally realize you're white?" I joked, as I got
in.

     "Shut the fuck up," he grumbled, staring forward.

     As I rode with him, I also noticed his car was running quieter and
smoother, and was clean.

     We drove out into the country, a few miles from town.  The man lived
in an area so remote it took us a while to find it.  Predictably, his house
was amazing.  It was mostly two stories and strangely futuristic looking.

     An Asian boy around my age answered the door.  He was as little as me
and had tiny, pretty features, too.  He was wearing pajamas, had messy
bangs, and was shuffling, like he had just woken up.

     The inside of the house was filled with bizarre but fascinating décor,
which was like nothing I'd ever seen before.  Some of the artwork also had
a creepy feel to it.

     The boy left Nick in the living room and took me up to the man.  The
man was also Asian, and was decent looking, except for the permanent scowl
on his face.  Furthermore, he was wearing a bright scarlet robe, which had
intricate, Eastern symbols on it.  Immediately, the boy left us alone.

     Our session was quick and boring.  He lied sprawled out on his massive
bed, as I sucked him to completion.  He was only slightly more responsive
than the professor guy, but at least he smiled afterwards.

     He soon rose and went to his closet.  "Your friend told me what they
did to you, Pierre and Luther, or whatever they go by nowadays," the man
said, as he slipped on a pair of silky pajama pants.  "They're assholes."
He then put on a matching top and returned to the room.  "You should come
to one of my parties.  It'll be fun, you'll get paid well, and maybe you'll
see some assholes get what they deserve."

     With that, he gave me the money and walked me down to the living room.
Nick and I then left.

     In the car, I gave Nick only 150.  He bitched about it, but I ignored
him.

     Worried about my mom's paranoia and Nick's thievery, I hid the money
under my room's carpet.

     A week and a half passed, and I thought the deal was dead, until Nick
told me it was on for that weekend.

     We drove out there early Saturday evening, right before the onslaught
of cars.  Once again, the Asian boy answered the door.  This time, however,
his demeanor was cold, and he was dressed like he was about to go golfing.

     He took us up to a room where he abruptly told us to get down to our
underwear and put on robes, which were white wool and lying across a bed.
I was confused by why he included Nick in these instructions.  The boy then
told us to wait till someone came for us, and he hurried away.

     In the room, there were iced sodas and various snacks, all of which
were mine and Nick's favorites.  There were also a medium sized TV and an
assortment of DVDs, some of which were our favorite movies.  Furthermore, a
half bath was conjoining the room.  However, Nick still bitched, mostly
because there wasn't beer in the room, like he had requested.

     Within an hour, we started to hear noises downstairs and in the
hallway.  A half an hour later, the Asian man came for me.  "It's time," he
said.

     He brought me to a dim, spacious room across the now empty hallway.
From my initial glance into it, I saw a dull, massive fabric lying across
the floor.  As we entered, I noticed the Asian boy, who was wearing the
same robe as me.  Then I saw Luther, the boy from the hotel.  Luther was
wearing a matching robe, but was blindfolded with a dark cloth.  With his
fierce eyes now covered, and his snooty nose somewhat hidden, his lips had
a noticeable pout to them, perfect for a kiddy cocksucker.  His hair was
also now shorter and auburn, making him look more delectably sinister.

     The Asian boy helped Luther take off his robe.  To my surprise, Luther
was naked underneath.  He had a gorgeous body, which was somewhat muscular
and brightly pale.  With a cock ring on, his manhood looked huge, venous,
and swollen, and was nicely shaved and trimmed.  He also had a bulging,
glistening cock head, like he was already starting to pre-cum.

     The Asian boy held Luther's robe, as he reached out for mine.
Suddenly, I felt shy again, but I still complied.

     Promptly, the man got behind Luther and began tying his hands with
rope, which looked like a roll of black tape.  He was tying them so
carefully and skillfully it seemed ritualistic.  At one point, he glanced
and winked at me.

     Afterwards, he tapped on Luther's hands, and Luther knelt down.  Then
he took all of our robes to include the Asian boy's.  The Asian boy was
wearing a gray jockstrap, and had a sexy backside with his pert ass and
butt dimples.  "Get in place," the man told us.

     Obediently, the Asian boy knelt down, and I did the same.

     The man left, and we waited a few minutes.  Then a line of naked men
started filing in.  Almost all of them were middle aged, with the youngest
being early 30s and the oldest being mid 50s.  All of them were also well
kempt, some of whom were wearing flashy accessories, had expensive haircuts
and colognes, and looked like they had had plastic surgery.

     The man who stood out the most was a tall, bald gentleman whose skin
was so black and shiny it looked like it was fetish leather.  His cock was
also uncut and enormous.  At once, I caught his eye, and he came right to
me.

     Soon I noticed Luther's fake daddy, Pierre.  Pierre had a hairy but
trimmed body and a long but skinny cock, which looked partially cut.
Immediately, he looked right at me, became confused, and then surprised
when he recognized me.  After hesitating, he went over to the Asian boy.
He proceeded to stand there, until he got so antsy he backed up to the
door.  Then he kept glancing at his watch and Luther.

     Towards the back of the group was Nick, who looked so out of place I
was wondering what the others were thinking.

     Soon I was sucking the black guy off, along with two others.  The
black guy's cock was so fat I was afraid my teeth would scrape against it.
It also had a strange sour smell and taste to it, and was very juicy.
"That's the best cock you'll ever suck, boy," he boasted in a deep voice.

     Before long, I was taking turns sucking four cocks.  A couple of
times, I was even sucking two cocks at once.  Meanwhile, guys kept groping
at me and trying to put their hands down my shorts.

     Soon I heard Nick's voice pierce through the buzzing.  I looked
between the gaggle of legs and saw Nick starting to face fuck Luther.
"Yeah, take it, you fucking whore," he scoffed, as he thrust harder.  I
glanced over at Pierre, who was now watching Nick closely.  "Oh yeah, you
fucking thing," Nick continued.

     Seething, Pierre soon made his way over to my group and barged in.
Impatiently, he grabbed my head and rammed his cock straight down my
throat.  "Shit," one of the guys muttered in shock.

     It happened so quickly I started gagging and choking.  I then tried to
pull away, but he held me there, until vomit seeped out of the sides of my
mouth.  He then started grumbling something to me.  "Hey, man, take it down
a notch," the black guy told him.

     In the meantime, I could hear Nick getting louder, almost to the point
of yelling.  Suddenly, I saw a flash of light and felt a sting to the side
of face, followed by numbness and blurriness.  I also couldn't hear much
for a few seconds.  Then I noticed I was lying on my side, as guys were
running into my legs and body.  There was also a cluster of bodies near me,
and a few of them were yelling.  Then I realized they were pulling two guys
away from each other.  "He broke my nose!" Pierre yelled, as two guys tried
to escort him out of the room.

     He then began spewing foreign gibberish.  Within seconds, I noticed
the Asian man lunge at a different guy.  "Get out of here!" he barked,
"now!"

     I then noticed the back of Nick's head exiting the room.  "You're
dead, kid," Pierre threatened Nick in the hallway.

     The black guy helped me onto my ass.  By that time, my vision was only
blurry on the side I got smacked on.  I was also coughing up vomit, some of
which was now in my nose.  "You still want to do this?" the guy asked me,
as he cleaned off my face with a towel someone had just given him.

     "Yeah," I answered.

     A few minutes later, the three of us boys were back to sucking cock.
Intermittently, my face throbbed with piercing pain.

      At one point, a man yanked the Asian boy up and dry humped him, until
he shot a massive load all over his ass.  The boy then crouched back down,
as a puddle started to form under him.  In the meantime, several men were
playing with Luther's big boner and bubble butt.  Eventually, one of them
got down and started sucking him off, vigorously.  Within seconds, Luther's
slimy cock and balls were twitching, on the verge of cumming.

     Soon the black guy grabbed me under my armpit and had me crawl over to
the Asian boy like a dog.  Then he had us slobber on his cock together.  A
few times, the boy carelessly licked my lips, as I could smell and taste
the men on his breath.  Suddenly becoming horny, I reached down between his
spread legs and rubbed his small hole, which felt like Jell-O starting to
melt.  The whole time, he was purring like a kitten, with occasional
yelping.

     It wasn't long before cum was flying everywhere.  I got hit by several
loads and even took a few in my mouth.  The three of us then huddled
together, drenched in so much cum we looked like we'd just bathed in it.
At that moment, the room smelled like a wet carcass, and in a short span,
we went from being sweaty to chilly.

     In the meantime, the black guy corralled everyone out of the room, as
the Asian man briefly disappeared.  Then he returned with three towels and
gave the Asian boy and me one.  Immediately, the Asian boy grabbed my arm
and led me out of the room, as the man tended to Luther's tied hands.

     I followed the boy into an empty bathroom where we started to shower
together.  I was instantly amazed by the gorgeous stone, metal, and glass
that made up the room.  As the boy cleaned up next to me, he remained cold
and distant, as if I wasn't there.  Within minutes, he got out, grabbed the
towel, and left.

     When I finished, I found the Asian man standing outside the shower
with a clean towel for me.  An envelope was sitting next to him on the
counter.  "You should really consider getting rid of that bum you're with.
He's nothing but trouble.  You should let me take care of you instead."

     I nodded my head.  "Cool."

     "You should also consider coming with us to Florida next month.  It'll
be fun.  I know a lot of people there, and some of them would love to meet
you."

     I just nodded my head again.

     Although it sounded fun, I wasn't smooth enough to sneak away from my
mom for a week, especially out of state.

     I put my shorts back on, wrapped the towel around myself, grabbed the
envelope, and returned to my room.  When I checked my phone, I found that
Nick was waiting for me in his car.  I then finished getting dressed.
Afterwards, I glanced inside the envelope.  To my amazement, it was filled
with all hundreds.  I didn't count it, but I automatically knew it was at
least a grand.  The Asian man's cell number was also written under the
envelope's flap.  Suddenly, I heard someone knocking, so I shoved the
envelope in my pocket and answered the door.  Surprisingly, Luther was
standing there.  At once, he leaned over to examine my swollen cheek.  "You
okay?" he asked.

     "Yeah," I replied.

     He was so nervous he couldn't look me in the eye.  "I'm sorry that
happened to you," he murmured.

     With that, his eyes began to well up, and he rushed away.  Even though
I still thought he was an asshole, I felt somewhat bad for him at that
moment.

     Minutes later, I went out to meet Nick.  "How much?" he asked, as soon
as I got in the car.

     "Thanks to you, nothing," I lied.

     "What?  That's bullshit!"

     He acted like he was about to bolt out of the car.  "What are you
doing?"

     "I'm going back there!"

     "Let's just fucking go.  I need to get home," I said, glancing at the
dashboard clock.

     He pissed and moaned for a few minutes, but then complied.

     I was now beating Nick at his own game.  I also knew then our
arrangement was coming to an end.


To be continued...