Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 23:42:22 +0200 From: jaken Subject: hireling-1 Author: jaken, jaken@email.si Story involves sex, domination, joy and satisfaction! Do not read if you are not allowed to by some authority. If you are offended by sex or/and (sexual) abuse among men even when written you do not have to read. Story is fictional. ------------------------------------------------- INFINITE QUESTION ----------------- I was in a bad mood. I drove to town to have a drink and chat to relax. There where two guys hitchhiking not more than 2km (1mile) from my home. "Hi. You heading to town?" I would drive them anywhere;). Both were cute. I am 26. Nice looking and nice smile. Slim body, nice muscular, but not from fitness but more from work I do round the house and so; except for some exercises now and then. And of course sex! We started talking. They were living in a institution where children without parents live (!dorm). I liked them, coz they were always more violent and demanding. I asked "So where are you heading?" "Partying. Maybe some chick to fuck! He he" They both laughed and I saw how they would tear my clothes off somewhere in a wood and fuck me violently in mouth and ass. I would be totally naked and they with just their cocks out. I started getting hard and I did not mind a bit. "So what work do you do?" "I just fucked up with school and will have a year off I think. Need to find some work that brings up some cash." "If you are not looking for big money you can ask in our dorm. I know they just fired a woman and need someone for cleaning and doing the yard." Something wicked was in his smile. `What? He thinks I should work as a cleaner?' "I don't know. I was thinking more to do something with computers or so. And is paid well, too." I was talking with the guy sitting on a passenger sit. The remark with finding a chick was made by the guy sitting in the back. "Look at the mess in his car. Maybe he does not know how to clean." Both laughed. I looked in the rare mirror and he looked me straight in the eyes with some force coming out of his that made me weak. "No, I am good at cleaning, just that I don't mind about the car much." He grabbed me by the collar of the shirt I was wearing and pulled with quite some force. "Hey, what you doing?" "Seems your neck is clean. Maybe you could do the laundry!" I noticed he tore off one button on my shirt while they laughed at me again. "Hey sorry man, just having some fun." "Yea, don't take it personally like a pussy!" These guys were rally enjoying putting me down. My cock grew as I felt the guy in the back has won the power over me. I was somehow afraid of him and did not want to oppose him. I loved how he pulled on my shirt and even more that the button fell off. "Sorry bout the shirt. You can sew, can't you?" "Yes of course I can!" I started to fight for my ego. I don't know how old he was, but he was in high school as I know that guys in that age live in the dorm. They always look more mature. "Give me a cigarette , will ya?" "Sure." I handed him my cigarettes. "Thanks. Can I take two for later? You have fire?" "Yes. Here." "Anyway. I'm Deman. This is Mike." "I'm Vik." The guy that was making most fun of me was Deman. He was sitting in the back. He had blond hair, but not natural as some darker started to grow. He was as tall as me, maybe even a bit shorter. He wore Tshirt and jeans. It was Mike who was hitchhiking. Mike was cut short, dark hair, quite tall and nice eyes. We reached the destination and I pulled over to let them go their way. "So guys, have a nice time!" "Yea!" Mike sort of punched me with his left hand in my stomach, maybe just a bit too hard and Deman tapped my shoulder and squeezed a bit. "We were serious about the work. And clean the car!" As they were walking away they sort of pushed each other and smiled a bit. I remained there for a minute not being able to drive away. The guys really humiliated me and made fun of me. They were not at all afraid I would want them to get out of the car somewhere at the middle of the road. I was thinking of how he pulled my shirt and looked at the fallen off button. I looked around and I saw Deman stole my cigarettes. They were rally making fun out of me as if I was there for only that reason. They did not even care I gave them a lift by saying thanks or anything. What the hell was happening to me? I was not sure what to think of the situation though it was obvious to me what happened and should just forget about it but Deman was powerful and I sort of followed his voice that calmed my angry thoughts and made me listen to his insults and except it. `No way am I going there! He thinks I am not even good for cleaning? Who is he to say anything bout me? Maybe I should really clean the car.' In the back I had some papers of all kinds, then cigarette boxes and some plastic bags and so. I started putting everything in a bag. When I was done I got out of the car and put everything to trash. A guy passing buy looked at my shirt and I checked it as he passed. `What the fuck? This can not be true. I must be asleep!' Deman pressed a chewing gum on it and some ash. I looked around and saw him standing at the other side of the road. I could not run after him as the road is wide and a lot of cars passing in centre of the town and I was standing there in the dirty and torn shirt though the button missing was not so obvious. He was laughing at the other side as he was waiting to see if I noticed. He must have seen I did not move my car and was curious what was going on. `He must have seen me cleaning it up!' He looked over his shoulder to see his back and then looked straight at me and left. I checked my back and it was all dirty of ash. He strew the ash behind my back. I could not believe someone can be so mean. Deman had his fun, that is for sure. A lot of people were passing buy and as I realized they were looking at me I went back to my car and drew away. In a parking lot I removed my shirt to see if I can clean it. It was even burn at the neck. When he pulled on it there was some of the shirt not on my body and he used it as his ashtray. Holes were on it and it was ruined. All I could do is either return home or be like this. The holes were not so big and most of the ash got off. The chewing gum as well. I looked at it and just put it in my mouth not really knowing what I was doing. It felt great tasting him. What was weird was that I was not angry but tried to get the best out of the situation at the lowest price. But he already managed to humiliate me in front of a lot of people that passed by and saw me all messed up. As I was done and dressed I seemed quite ok to myself and went to meet my friends. They did not even notice the holes on the back of the shirt and I was being careful for them not to notice. I knew other people would but hopefully no one makes a comment. I could not hold it anymore. The whole time I was fantasizing sucking Deman's cock and he furiously pushing it deep down my throat. I could not believe myself I was not angry at him but just desired him more and more as I thought of how he played with me. As I recalled the happenings in the car with each humiliation he gave me I saw myself sexually satisfying him. I went to the toilet. I started jerking. I caressed my chest and felt him pushing me to my knees so I knelt on the floor in the stall facing the toilet and jerking my cock against it. I reached for the (fallen off) button and started sucking on it, jerking harder till I cummed all over the toilet. After that I swallowed the button; maybe by accident. I was so far away with my thoughts. I saw him pushing my head down with his boot forcing me to lick the cum off so I leaned and licked it off the side of the toilet and did not dare to swallow. `What is happening? Deman seems so natural! I don't mind he humiliates me. It is what needs to happen if he desires. I just licked the toilet and he is not even here. I am going crazy. I have to get that job!' 1st I returned to the table with the cum still in my mouth. I forgot to button the fly and my knees were a bit dirty but it was not obvious. "Where have you been? You were away for 15 minutes!" "I was jerking off. I felt the instinct was telling me to follow the path where my mind is driving me to satisfy the urge to think more clearly and to know how to decide for best!" "WHAT??" "Never mind!" I don't know why he gave me a weird look, but then I smiled and he smiled and the 15 minutes were all mine. ------------------------------------------------- ...is continued... Author: jaken, jaken@email.si If you have a minute write to me coz it makes me write faster! Solution should not be dificult as the problem already might be.