Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 21:27:16 +0000
From: Jo Faggot <nothingbutahole@gmail.com>
Subject: Addicted - Chapter Six

Hi guys, and welcome to Chapter 6
Sorry this has taken so long!
Please feel free to contact me at nothingbutahole@gmail.com and let me know
what you think. I am always open to story ideas as well.
Being a faggot is a very serious business. If you would like to learn more
about it, please visit:
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I sat there in the back of the cab, concerned about the experience I had
just had.
Why had Karim sent me out to be used like that?
Well, let's face it, I had just been raped.
Was there something wrong that I was going back to the people who had
arranged all of this?
In some strange way I felt proud of myself. I wanted to show off what I had
done; who I had turned into in the past days.
Oh god! That was another thing. I had no idea what day it was. How long had
I been unconscious? Had I missed work? My position there was tenuous to say
the least, so I had to be careful.
"Are you OK?" the cab drive asked?
I smiled at him. "Yeah," I said resignedly. "I think I probably am."
The black cab driver looked at me in his mirror. "My name is Dexter. You
look like you have been through the ringer."
I stared at the back of his head as he talked to me. His dreadlocks were
long, falling easily to the middle of his back and out of sight. "It has
been an interesting couple of days to say the least. Actually, what day is
it?"
Dexter laughed. "It's Wednesday."
I had lost a day somewhere along the line. I must have looked horrified.
"My God, what's wrong?"
For some reason I began to tell the cab driver what had happened to me,
starting with meeting Akim, and ending with being raped in the back room of
that dingy pub. At the last part he pulled over to the side of the road and
turned to me in the back seat.
"Jesus. Are you OK?"
"That's the strange part. I feel happy about it. All I want to do is to go
back to Karim and Akim and show them what a good faggot I have been."
Dexter smiled at me, and licked his thick lips. I guessed he was about 50
years old, a lot older than me. There were grey hairs in his dreadlocks and
an experienced look in his eye.
"Is it still in there?" he asked.
"What?"
"The butt plug. It is still in your pussy?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Can I see?"
Without saying another word, I leaned backwards in the seat. I carefully
peeled the lycra shorts off and over my feet. Then I rolled backwards so I
had a leg braces against each of the front seats.
"Oh my..." Dexter said. He reached through the gap between the seats, and
touched the end of the plug where it was exposed. He tapped in, and pushed
it gently. He began to push the end of it rhythmically, causing it to move
ever so slightly in my pussy.
The vibrations passed over me and through me. I began to orgasm almost
instantly. I threw back my head and moaned deeply. My little clit began to
run and soon there was a pool of cum settling onto my abs. It filled my
belly button and began to overflow.
"Would you look at that?" Dexter muttered, looking closely at my leaking
clit. "You are a proper faggot, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir, I think that I am..." I smiled as I admitted it to myself for the
first time.
"Just stay right there... I am just going to make a phone call."
He pushed at the screen of his phone. It was attached to the dashboard, and
Dexter put the call on speakerphone.
"Hello. Executive Services. How can I help you?"
"Erm... Hello," Leroy said. I'd like to speak to Akim Hanan if that's
possible."
"I'll connect you to his PA. One moment please."
Cheesy hold music played out over the speaker. My pussy had clenched when I
realised that Dexter was calling Karim. Karim who I longed to please with
my faggotry.
"Mr Hanan's office. How can I help you?" A different male voice this time.
"Hi there. This is Dexter Morant. I was wondering if I could speak to
Karim, please. Can you tell him I have one of his faggots in the back seat
of my cab. I was wondering what I should do with him." Dexter's voice was
calm and respectful.
"One moment please."
There was a pause, and then Karim's voice was in the cab with us.
"Dexter! Nice to hear from you. You say you have my faggot?"
"Yes, he's here. He was in a bit of a bad shape. It was just lucky I
happened to pick him up."
"Hmmm. We were a bit worried. Omar and his cronies kept him a lot longer
then he was supposed to. The video they took is already all over the
internet."
"Oh man! What video is that?" Dexter sounded excited. I was appalled that
my exploits were there for all to see.
"Gang bang in a garage, then using the faggot unconscious," Karim
explained. "It looks like he took all of their cum in his pussy."
"It's still there I think. He has a plug up him."
"Oh really? Omar must have sent it as a present. I tell you what Dexter, as
long as you don't spill the seed that is already up there, you can add to
it if you want. There is no rush in getting the faggot back to me."
"I was hoping you would say that." Dexter finished the call quickly, and
them turned back to me. "Look's like your boss says we can have some fun,
faggot."
He started to flick the end of the plug with increasing force. Each time a
wave of muscle contractions ploughed through my body. I was moaning like a
slut, and Dexter grinned at the response he was getting.
He removed his phone from the dash, and began to film this procedure. After
about a minute, he turned back to the front, and began to press the screen
of the phone. I was still on my back with my legs in the air when the
taxi's engine fired up and we pulled into traffic.
"Where are we going, Sir?" I asked. I could see Leroy watching me in the
mirror.
"To pick up my friend Big Dave."