Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2018 19:26:30 +0000 From: whipped@protonmail.com Subject: A Maricon Chapter Six This is a short chapter with no explicit sex. I received a lot of requests for more of this story and a lot of questions on where I intended to go with it. Hope this holds you over. All characters in this story are over eighteen. You must be eighteen or older to read this story. It is completely fictional and not based on any real events. Never engage in any non-consensual acts or hurt another person, willing or not. All Spanish is from online searches. Sorry if it's inaccurate. If you like these and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. A Maricon Chapter Six My asshole hurt even more than the night before. It felt raw and his cum was leaking out of me. I hid in the woods until I could get dressed and get out of there. Most of the stuff in my bag I found in the parking lot. I guess the black guy threw it all out of his car. The only thing he seemed to have taken with him was the stuff the clerk called poppers and I wasn't even sure what that was exactly. When I got home, I took a shower and tried to clean myself out real good. I even found some body lotion and rubbed it on me in case it'd help me feel better. I put ointment in me too, but it just burned. I don't think it worked either because my ass still hurt. At midnight, I climbed out my window with all the stuff I had bought. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Mr. Lopez wasn't wearing anything but tighty whities when he opened the door. I started shaking the second I saw him. His cock wasn't hard, but I could see it outlined in his underwear and his pubes were pouring out the top. He smelled like sweat and beer. He looked at me and said, "Get in, you stupid fuck. I'm hungry." I imagined him eating me for a second, then realized he wanted me to make him something to eat. I sat the bag with everything I bought in it down and then I went into the kitchen. There was pretty much nothing there. I finally found some canned refried beans and some chips and cheese and made some nachos in the microwave. I was worried he'd be pissed, but he didn't say anything about the food. I stood there while he ate and went through what I bought. Finally, when he finished eating and looking at everything, he spoke to me. He said: In Mexico, a maricon brings a man this it is para siempre. Eres mi propiedad por siempre. Te venderé, eres un animal. Understand? I didn't, but I nodded. I wanted to get this over with. I had to see what happened when he fucked me. He pulled out the two collars. He grabbed the one with the lock and the remote and held it out to me. He asked, "How does it work?" I explained it was a shock collar like on dogs and the button on the remote would basically taser me if I was wearing it. He nodded. Then he looked like he made a decision and smiled. He said: Two weeks, maricon. I will keep you for two weeks until my wife comes home. Then I will never see you again, los entiendes? This is what you want? I nodded. He continued: You will go home tonight, pack clothes, and tell your parents you are going on a road trip. Put your car in my garage. Maybe just leave them a note. You will stay here and practice being a good esclavo until my family comes back. Blow my dick first, then go. Mr. Lopez lifted up enough off the couch to slip his briefs down and then off. He flipped the TV on and I heard some girl moaning. I knelt before my master and brought him off with my mouth as he watched her get fucked. His cum still grossed me out. I swallowed every drop and then licked his gross floppy uncut dick clean. When I got home, I got to work. I packed my clothes and all the stuff I'd take on a trip. Then I recorded a bunch of messages and time stamped them over the next three weeks, just to be safe. I wrote a bunch of emails and left them in my draft section with the date they should be sent in the subject. I figured Mr. Lopez could send them for me if I gave him my password or maybe he would want me to send them. Then I had second thoughts and made two months worth. What if his wife didn't come home on time or something? I wasn't due at school until the end of September. I really wasn't sure what was going to happen, but my dick was super hard knowing he would surely fuck me over the two weeks and I'd go to college knowing what I liked and didn't like. I left my parents a note and then "accidentally" left my cell phone on my bed. The emails talked about how I was just going to use the net to keep in touch. Then, at 2:30 am, when everybody was asleep, I went to Mr. Lopez's house. I'd never go home again. That first night, Mr. Lopez didn't even talk to me. He had me park my car in his garage and then dragged me to the room his friends had used me in. Then he shut the door, locked me in, and went to bed. The next morning, he had me open my laptop and explain everything I had prepared to him. He seemed really pleased. He patted me on the head and said, "Tu vales mucho dinero." Then he put me to work. He didn't want anyone to see I was there. That meant I couldn't go outside and the windows had to stay closed. It didn't mean I'd have it easy. I knew he might make me cook. I expected sex. But there wasn't any of that the first day. He had gotten twenty or so breakfast tacos from somewhere before getting me from the room. He gave me one and he ate four. They had some kind of weird sausage in them and eggs, but tasted okay. Afterwards, he stuffed a gag in my mouth so I couldn't talk and set me to pulling up the carpet in his house. It was back breaking hard work. Cutting it wasnt hard. But carrying the carpet to the back porch and cleaning up after was all I did for days. By the end of the third day, I was sore all over. I had also decided I was ready to go home. He was taking this slave thing too seriously. But I didn't get a chance to leave.