Date: Mon, 29 May 2017 00:16:37 +0200
From: nick johnson <nick.johnson460@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex, drugs and daddy issues

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       Sex, drugs and daddy issues

       Part I

       We lived outside a small town in Alabama. My mom run a small, run
down motel and I helped her around, especially during the summer. I never
knew my dad and had no siblings so it was just the two of us. We didn't get
too many visitors, mostly guys from town looking for a discrete place to
fuck a hooker or some junkies looking for a quiet place to have a
night-long trip. Occasionally, someone passing through the town would stop
by for a night.

       When I turned 18 my mom gave me more responsibilities in the
motel. It didn't really mean anything, it was just that she would be more
comfortable leaving me alone, while she went to the town to went supplies
or whatever. One evening in late June I was sitting in the office, alone,
when I heard a car pull up in the parking lot. I put down the book I was
reading to look out the window and see who it was. A tall, middle-aged man
parked his convertible in the far end of the parking lot, even though all
the other spots were free, except for two. He looked kinda hot. He started
walking towards the office, so I sat back at the desk as though I wasn't
staring. When he walked in I took a better look and I had to stop myself
from dropping my jaw in awe. He was in his 30's, was very handsome and in
very good shape. "Just my type" I thought to myself. He had short,
dark-blonde hair, thick stubble and piercing, steely-blue eyes. He was
wearing a navy-blue polo shirt that was purposely a size too small to
underline his musculature, beige shorts, that exposed his thick, hairy
calves and parts of muscled thighs, and brown shoes with no socks on. Never
someone so good-looking and well-dressed has stayed in our motel.

       "I need a room for the night." His voice was deep and a little
hoarse, it gave me goosebumps.  Unlike me he didn't have a slightest hint
of a southern accent.

       When we were done with the check-in and before he went to his room,
he said "Thanks, son" and winked at me. I almost fainted. Yes, I had daddy
issues, so what? So what that this man looked like everything I wanted to
be? So what I was now imagining him doing unspeakable things to me in that
motel room. But I knew nothing would come of it. He was wearing a wedding
ring, and besides, I'd never had the courage to hit on a customer. Hell, I
never had enough courage to hit on anyone. My sex-life at that point
consisted of me jerking off in my room every night, sometimes with the
special element of fingering myself.

       So, I just sat at the desk, reading my book. I couldn't really focus
so I was just staring at the same page, until my mom came back. "I see
someone new came by, did you book them in?" She asked lugging bags of
groceries.

       "Yeah, it was just one guy, I put him in 7" I replied, trying to
sound irreverent about the new customer.

       "Lucky number seven, right?" She put the bags down. "By the way, did
you put the fresh towels in 7 like I asked you?" Shit.

       "No, I forgot, I'll do it right now." I replied.

       "No, it's okay I can do it." She said heading towards the cellar.

       "No, I'll do it!" I protested, running towards the storage, almost
pushing my mom out of the way.

       "Fine, Jesus." She laughed at my eagerness. I quickly grabbed a set
of towels and strode towards his room. I was so happy at the excuse to see
the man again I thought my heart would jump out of my chest.

       "Fresh towels."  I exclaimed knocking on the number seven.

        "Come on in!" I heard his voice through the door. Jackpot. I walked
in slowly and quickly looked around the room. His bag was left open at the
bed, some clothes were crumbled on the chair and at the floor next to it,
and before I could take a better look the door to the bathroom flew open,
and clouds of steam flew out. "Oh, thanks so much, just put them
wherever". He was taking a shower and since a small hand towel was the only
one in the room he was now wearing it around his waist. And only it. The
towel was much too small to even go around his waist completely so he had
to hold it with one hand so it doesn't fall. It was the hottest sight I've
ever seen. I could see his hot body in its entirety now. He was a very big
man, standing at least 6'7 and with thick muscles. His chest was hairy; he
didn't have abs but wasn't fat either. His penis pushing against the fabric
of the towel and it was outlined so well I could see he was circumcised.
And if the towel was shorter by an inch his head would be sticking out for
sure.  His legs were very hairy and string too, and he had beautiful manly
feet. Size 13 at least. He stood in front of me like the world's most
beautiful sculpture and I just admired it in sheer awe.

       "You okay, son?" He asked with a smirk.

       "Oh, I-I... s-sorry" I stuttered as I put the towels on his bed and
turned to leave in panic. I must have been staring at him for a good
while. 'He must think I'm a creep or something', I thought as I reached for
the doorknob. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, grabbing me gently, but
firmly guiding to turn back around. "Hey, it's okay, man" His smile was
beautiful. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He assured
me. I couldn't utter a word and felt drops of sweat forming on my forehead.

       He walked over to the bed and turned his back to me. He took the
towel off and tied a bigger one around his waist. For a brief moment, I saw
his buttocks and shit were they perfect. He started drying his hair with
another towel, and sat down on the bed. "So, you're running this motel by
yourself?" He asked.

       "No, it's my mom's. I just help around, sir" My voice was weak and
shaky.

       "Oh, so it's just the two of you?" He put the towel on his
shoulders.

       "Yeah, but it's okay. We don't get that many customers anyway, sir."
He nodded and kept quiet for a while.

       "What's your name, son?" He asked not looking at me.

       "Uhm, It's Beau, sir." In a strike of confidence, I extended my arm
and asked, "And you, sir?"  I knew his name was Jack, because I needed it
to check him in, but I thought it would be a good idea, to become a little
friendlier with him. He didn't shake it.

       He just shook his head and said "No, I'd rather you keep calling me
'sir', Beau." He wasn't scolding me or anything. In fact, I thought he was
a little playful.

       "Of course, sir." I replied politely, putting my hand back down.

       Jack stood up and started looking for something in his suitcase "How
old are you, Beau? 15?  16?" He asked not looking at me.

       "Uhm, actually I'm 18, sir" He looked up at me and scanned with his
steely-blue eyes from my head to my toes

       "Really? You're very small for your age." Well, it's fair, I was
small. I was only 5'5 and weighed a little over 9 stone. I wasn't very
muscled because the only workout I got was doing chores around the house
and motel. But I wasn't just skin bones either. Though I didn't have any
other remarkable qualities, no body hair, nothing was very big or very
firm, and me dick was a pretty modest 3,5 inch pecker. So yeah, I looked
younger.

       "Really, I turned 18 three months ago, sir." I replied.

       "If you say so." He turned back to his suitcase and pulled out a
tall bottle with transparent liquid in it. "Then I guess you're old enough
for this." He smiled holding a bottle of vodka. It looked expensive
too. "You do drink, don't you?" He asked raisin his left eyebrow.

       "Uhm, a beer every now and then, when my mom lets me."

       He rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm going to teach you to drink like a
man. Go get us some ice, son." He put the bottle on the dresser and started
putting his discarded clothes in his suitcase. I knew I really shouldn't,
my mom would kill me if she knew. Nevertheless, I would go to hell and back
for this man as long as he called me 'son'.

       I was at the ice machine when I heard my mom's voice "Beau, I know I
told you, you had the night off but I have to go to your aunt Lisa. She was
in some accident and I really have to go. You'll be all right, yeah?" She
was looking for the car keys in her purse.

       "Oh my, I hope it's not serious." I asked with a bucket of ice in my
hands.

       "Oh yeah, no, you know how your aunt is, it's probably nothing but
someone's gotta hold her hand, right? I'll try to be back tomorrow." She
kissed me on the cheek. "Bye!" Jumped om the car and drove off.

       I couldn't believe my luck (sorry aunt Lisa). Aunt Lisa lived in
Montgomery which was a good three-hour drive away from here. Which meant I
had at least the night off. Which meant I was about to get wasted with the
most beautiful man I've ever met. I ran back to the room number seven.

       Jack was now sitting in the chair opposite from the bed. He had put
his beige shorts back on, but since I could the outline of his cock again I
gathered he was freeballing. "That was quick" He said standing up. "Get us
some glasses." I put the bucket on the dresser and grabbed two glasses from
the cupboard. Jack put a few ice cubed in the glasses and poured a couple
of fingers of vodka in each. He put one glass my hand, grabbed another one
and tapped them gently. "Cheers." He took a big gulp and swallowed it with
a deep sigh.

       "Cheers." I took a small sip and tried my best not to cough.

	"God I love stinging cold vodka." Jack stated looking out the
window. "So, you don't have a daddy, Beau?" He asked before taking another
gulp.

       "No, sir, my daddy left before I was born." I sat down on the bed.

       "That's not what I meant." He pulled the curtains abruptly and sat
down on the chair opposite from me. "I meant someone taking care of you? A
man in your life keeping you safe?"

       He lost me completely. "No, I guess not, sir."

       He smiled. "Well, it's a shame. You're a great boy, Beau. You
deserve someone to take care of you." He adjusted his cock on his boxers. I
felt mine was getting hard too.

       "What do you mean, sir?" I tried to play it cool, but I felt I was
blushing.

       "Never mind." He said, smirking, and took another sip. "So tell me
about yourself, Beau."

	We were talking for about 20 minutes until we needed a refill. The
more I drunk the easier it was for me to talk. He didn't say much, only
asked questions. And I was telling him everything, my whole story, every
boyhood crush, every want and need I ever had. He was such a good listener.

       About an hour later, when he was pouring me my third glass I noticed
I was slurring my speech a little. He was already two drinks ahead and he
seemed perfectly fine to me. "I'm sorry, I'm a little drunk." I said
putting my glass away. He sat down on the bed next to me.

       "Yeah, you look a little drunk, Beau." He said smiling. God, his
smile was perfect. "You look a little hot. Do you wanna get a little more
comfortable?" He asked raising his eyebrow again. Oh my God, it's
happening.

       "Mmm, yeah." I said clumsily taking my shirt off. He put his glass
on the floor too and moved closer to me. Our thighs were now touching.

       "Do you feel safe, Beau?" He asked quietly.

       "I do." I replied honestly.

       "Will you do me a favor, Beau?" He asked moving closer and
closer. "Anything, sir." He bit his lip. "Will you keep me company tonight?
I hate sleeping alone."

       It's a good thing I was sitting down, because I would faint for
sure. "Of course, sir." My voice was shaking again. Jack put his hand on my
thigh and slid his hand inside the pantleg of my shorts. I shivered under
his touch. He leaned forward and started kissing me. I felt his hand moving
towards my crotch and he finally reached it he grabbed my bulge firmly and
squeezed. I moaned quietly. His hand was so big my erect cock and balls fit
in his palm. I was so turned on, I almost came then and there.  But he
pulled his hand away and grabbed his glass again.

       He broke our kiss, took a sip of his drink, and sat in the chair
again. "Strip for me." He said in a commanding tone. I looked
puzzled. "Stand on the bed and take your clothes off for me." He
explained. "Slowly."

       It felt a little strange but I did as I was told. I slipped my
flip-flops off and stood on the bed.  He was now looking up at me, with his
drink in his left hand and his bulging crotch in the other. I started
swinging my hips around seductively. I put my hands on my shoulders and
started sliding them down towards my shorts, feeling my slim body. Jack bit
his lip when I grabbed the waistband of my shorts and slid them down a
little exposing my smooth pubes. Then I turned around slowly, arched my
back sticking my ass out and pulled my shorts and underwear all the way
down. I heard Jack exhaling.  Then I covered my crotch and turned around
again. I swung my hips around some more, and got on my knees. Slowly, I
exposed my rock-hard pecker and smooth balls and started caressing my
buttocks.

       "You're such a naughty boy, son." He said massaging his huge bulge.

       I bit my lip. "Mhmm." I replied moving my hips around. "Guess your
daddy needs to punish you, for being such a bad boy." Music to my
ears. "Come over here, son." He said pointing to his lap. I walked over and
tried to sit in his lap. "No." He grabbed my wrist. "Ass up."

       I smirked. "Of course, sir." I laid my stomach on his thighs, my
dick pressed against his leg. I couldn't believe what was happening; it was
one of my fantasies to have a 'daddy' put me over his lap and spank me and
now it was happening for real. I remembered all those times I slapped my
own ass trying to imagine a big, strong hand punishing me.

       When Jack hit me first time I almost shat myself. He was not fucking
around, he slapped me as hard as he could. I yelped in pain and
flinched. Jack grabbed me by the neck, choking lightly to immobilize me and
then hit again. I moaned in pain louder this time. My ass was burning as
fuck.  "Not so naughty now, huh, son?" He whispered in my ear and slapped
me again. What have gotten myself into? The fourth slap didn't hurt as much
but I was still moaning in pain. "Let me tell you how this is going to
work, ok?" I couldn't utter a word so I just nodded. "You're mine now, you
understand? I'm your master and you're my property, is that clear?" I
nodded again, terrified of what he's do to me if I said no. He slapped me
again. "I can't hear you."

       "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" I replied hastily fearful of another slap but
it came anyway.

       "Good boy. Now thank me for slapping you."

       "Thank you, sir! Thank you so much for punishing me. I was a very
bad boy, but I know better, thank you, sir!" I was almost crying at that
point. He grabbed me with both hands and put down in his lap like I was a
small child.

       "Will you be good now?" He asked, his steely-blue, piercing eyes
staring into mine.

       "Yes, sir." I whispered. He pulled my head to his and started
kissing me, more aggressively this time. His tongue was penetrating my
mouth, one of his hand was pinching my nipple while the other was sliding
between my ass cheeks. After a few seconds I was intoxicated again. His
strong, big hands on my body, the smell of his cologne and his tongue in my
mouth; it made me feel dizzy. Before long my cock was oozing precum like
crazy.

       He broke our kiss again and gave me a tiny smooch. He
smiled. "You're such a good kisser, baby." I smiled too, completely
forgetting a minute ago I was almost crying from pain because of him.

       "Thank you, sir." He put his hand on my cheeks and caressed my lips
with his thumb. I kept looking into his eyes, drops of sweat on my
forehead, my hand on his muscled hairy chest, waiting for his next move. He
moved his hand and pushed his index finger in my mouth. I closed my eyes
and started sucking on it, moaning. He was moaning too, and I felt his cock
twitching in his shorts, underneath me. Then he stuck his middle finger in
too. I was sucking them, nibbling on them, licking them, even gently biting
until he suddenly pulled his hand away.

       He picked me up under my shoulders and positioned so that my I was
still in his lap, but my legs were spread at his sides now. He gave me a
kiss and put the hand with the wet fingers under me.  Before I realized
what was happening I felt sharp pain in my lower back. I closed my eyes,
flinched, moaned and tried to pull away from his hand but he pushed me back
down with his other hand. He was now knuckles deep in my ass and I was just
sitting there, shaking, clenching my toes trying to relax. "Shhhhh..." He
calmed me down as his thick fingers were stretching my hole to its
limit. After a while I finally opened my eyes and leaned forward to kiss
him. My ass didn't hurt anymore and Jack started moving his fingers around
my prostate, and I felt waves of warmth spreading from ass all around my
body. We were making out as he was fingering me. I pushed my chest against
his and enjoyed the feeling of his rough chest hair irritating my skin. I
was moaning like a bitch in heat and he obviously liked it - his cock was
now fully hard and I felt it twitching through his shorts against my bare,
smooth balls.

       Before long I was arching my back, with my head pulled back,
moaning. His fingers made me cum without touching my dick. It was the
strongest orgasm I've ever had. "Aaah! Yes, daddy! Yes!" I kept screaming
as loads of my cum shot over his chest. I closed my eyes and fell on him
exhausted. I hugged him, smooshing my cum between our chests and stomachs
as he caressed my back and buttocks. "Thank you, daddy. I love you, daddy."
I was panting. I didn't know what I was saying. This man broke me, overtook
me completely. "Shhhh, baby" He was whispering in my ear. I felt so safe in
his arms. I laid in his arms for a while and then I sat up and looked into
his eyes. He smiled and put his hand through my hair, all wet from
sweat. We both chuckled and bumped our foreheads together. I was moving my
hand through his chest hair when he kissed on the lips again.

       When I finally caught my breath I kissed him on the cheek, his
stubble scratching my lips. "I never came so hard in my life, daddy." I
whispered. He chuckled and helped me stand up. I fell on the bed behind me
and closed my eyes, completely relaxed, still in bliss. I heard him walk to
the bathroom and the turning on the tap. He washed his hands, fixed his
slightly disheveled hair and sat on the bed next to me. He leaned in and
started kissing my slim chest, working his way up to my neck where he
lingered for a while. I was moaning, my eyes still closed.

       "Get on your knees." I heard his deep, quiet voice. Jack sat up and
I sat on my heels in front of him. He spread his legs wide so I got a good
look at his bulge. His dick must have gotten soft again, because it didn't
look as intimidating as it did before. He raised his right brow,
awaiting. I didn't need an order this time. I reached forward and undid his
zipper. As I noticed earlier he wasn't wearing any underwear. First, I saw
a thick bush of dark hair. Then I saw the base of his cock. It was huge. I
felt my mouth watering more and more as I exposed more and more of his
thick man meat. I sat motionless in awe, as he pulled his shorts off,
getting completely naked in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his
cock.

       I don't know how but I felt that he was smirking as he grabbed my
head with his right hand and gently pushed it towards his crotch. I didn't
resist. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. I buried my nose in his
pubic hair and started kissing his soft dick from the base to the top. I
enjoyed the taste and the smell which intoxicated me completely. Finally, I
reached the tip of the penis. I started licking it, making slow circles
with my tongue. After teasing it like that for a while I took a deep breath
and took it in my mouth. It felt amazing. It must have felt good for Jack
too, because he grabbed my hair tighter and started leading my head up, so
that I took more of his cock in my mouth.  Somehow, I managed to take him
balls deep, although my jaw was stretched to its limits. Was moving my head
up and down, massaging his limp cock with my lips and tongue and before
long I started to feel him getting hard.

       And that's where the problems started. The harder he got, the less
of his manhood I managed to keep in. I struggled as his dick got fully
erect. I had to straighten up completely and start moving my head from top
to bottom. Now I barely managed to go past the head, before I began
choking. I tried relaxing, breathing deeply and forcing my head lower and
lower, but my gag reflex kicked in no matter what. I felt Jack was getting
impatient. He was pushing on my head stronger and stronger, and sighed in
disappointment when I backed out, choking. Finally, he shoved me hard, so I
collapsed on my back. Jack stood up, clearly frustrated. "Get on the bed,
on your back, your feet to the wall" He started searching for something in
his suitcase again. I did what he told me and laid there in anticipation.

       "There it is." He whispered to himself as he pulled a piece of rope
from his luggage. It looked like the kind of rope that used to keep small
boats docked. He walked to the edge of the bed and tied the rope to the bed
above my head. Then he grabbed both of my hands and tied them together to
the other end of the rope, forcing me to raise my arms above my head. The
knot he tied was so tight I couldn't move my hands at all. I didn't know
what he was going to do, but I didn't struggle. Instead I just laid
patiently as he grabbed more rope and did the same to either of my legs. I
was now laying there, spread-eagled, completely immobilized. My heart was
racing.

       When Jack was done with my legs, he walked behind the bed where my
head was. He grabbed my head by the jaw and pulled it back, I was now
looking up directly at his still erect cock. Before I could prepare myself,
he shoved it in my mouth, pushing his hips forward. I started choking as I
felt his throbbing head reach my throat. He held it in place for a few
seconds as I struggled for breath.  Then, he pulled his cock out as
abruptly as he pushed it in. I gasped for air as I heard his voice, quit
but stern: "Breathe through your nose." And forced his way in again. He
held his dick in the same place as before and I tried to follow his advice
but I was too panicked and started choking again. He took it out for a few
seconds again, before pushing it in once more. This time I tried to do what
he told me but I choked again. Although this time he kept it in a little
longer. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks as I struggled against the
tight ropes and choked on his throbbing rod. He kept forcing his cock down
my throat, holding it in for a while and pulling out; time after time,
pushing his cock a little deeper and deeper. And I just kept laying there
choking, crying, sobbing and gasping for air. I tried hard not to choke and
relax, but he was just too big. Or maybe my throat was too small. After a
long while of that cruel training I tried moving my head away from his
cock, but he put me back in position with his strong hand. I tried asking,
even begging him to stop but he just told me to shut up and kept mouth
fucking me.

       I don't know how much time has passed before he finally got tired. I
was able to take a good 4/5 of his cock at that point without almost
retching. He pushed his dick in one final time, held it for longer than any
previous thrusts, pulled out and sat on the chair, sipping his drink. I
laid there with my eyes closed, my face wet from my own spit and tears, my
body wet from sweat. My jaw and lips ached from being cruelly stretched,
and I felt dizzy.

       "I know it's hard." I heard Jack's voice suddenly. "But it's gonna
get easier. And I won't stop until I can fuck your mouth balls deep. Until
you can deepthroat me." He emptied his glass and got in the position again.

       "No... no..." I moaned weakly. But he forced my head in position and
before long his cock was back in my throat again. I wanted to do my best
and swallow his whole cock, I really did. But at this point it felt like
torture. I wasn't safe in his lap, with his fingertips at my prostate
anymore. I felt the same when he was slapping me; abused, hopeless and at
his mercy. Jack broke me completely and I gave up. I was too exhausted to
do anything, so I laid there like a corpse, holding my breath when he was
in, gasping for air when he was out. The rest of the world disappeared, I
disappeared. It was just my mouth and his cock. Nothing else. I didn't have
any thoughts, or emotions. There was nothing.  Except for his cock in my
throat. I didn't even feel the rope burns on my wrists and ankles anymore.

       Then I felt something heavy and kinda scratchy bump against my nose
and eyes. I realized he was now balls deep in me, fucking my mouth. I could
breathe, but barely, inhaling and exhaling at the right time, and I didn't
choke even though he wasn't pulling out anymore. He was pushing his hips
until his dick was balls deep in me, pulling out until I tasted his head in
my mouth and then pushing in again. I felt my throat stretching each time
his cock penetrated me. He was moving faster and faster, his dick throbbing
more intensively now than before. I heard Jack panting and moaning
deeply. He was getting close. He was about to spray cum directly into my
throat and I couldn't do anything about it.
       Then, he suddenly went all the way in and froze. I felt his dick
throb as it pumped loads of hot, thick cum into my stomach. Jack moaned and
sighed enjoying his orgasm, and I laid there unable to see anything because
of his heavy balls covering my view. As his orgasm started wearing off,
Jack begun to move his hips around, getting most of the situation. Finally,
he pulled out and sat back down in the chair. I swallowed the rest of the
spit and cum there was in my mouth and throat and breathed deeply. 'It's
over.' I thought. 'Was I just raped?' I wondered. I mean I did say 'no',
but maybe not convincingly enough. I don't know.

       I must have dozed off briefly, because suddenly Jack was picking me
up, already untied. He put me on the bed gently and kissed my
forehead. 'Rest, son. You've earned it.' He whispered. 'I gotta get away
from psycho.' I thought. Jack went into the bathroom and closed the door. I
heard he started to piss, so without hesitation I ran for the door and
turned the knob. To my horror it didn't move. The doors in the motel rooms
were locked by a key from both sides and the keyhole to this one was empty.
I looked around the room, panicking, looking for the key. I looked in his
pants, but his pockets were empty. I turned to look in his suitcase and
immediately regretted it. The suitcase seemed to be filled to the brim, but
there were barely any clothes inside. Most of the room inside was taken up
by bottles of lube, dildos, butt plugs, kinky underwear, ropes, whips,
paddles and other weird looking things whose purpose or use I wasn't able
to identify.

       I heard the toilet flush, and stood up straight thinking of my next
move. But I couldn't think of anything. The only window in the rooms that
opened was the one in the bathroom, so all my escape routes were cut off. I
couldn't hope to win a fight with a man that much bigger and stronger than
me.
       "You okay, son?" I heard Jacks voice behind me. I turned around but
before I could answer he said: "I'm sorry I was so rough with you, but
there was no easier way to teach you that, trust me." I scoffed

       "Really? There wasn't an easier way to teach me to blow you, than to
rape my mouth." I was confident when I started that sentence, but by the
end my voice cracked and I felt tears fill my eyes.  He walked over to me
and I flinched as I felt his hands on my shoulders.

       "If you keep talking to me like that, it's not going to get any
easier." He let me go. "Sit down."  Jack pointed to the chair. I did my
best not to break down and cry like a bitch in front of him and sat down on
the chair obediently. He sat on the bed opposite of me.

       "Let me explain to you, what is the situation." His voice was formal
and stern. "I just spent 4 hours teaching you obedience, 3 of which was
just getting your throat used to its purpose as a cock holster. So, if you
think, I'm gonna sit back and let you walk around while some other guy uses
what I taught you, then you're very mistaken." I gulped "You belong to me
now. And my seed in your stomach is the proof of that. And there is nothing
you can do about that. Don't protest. Don't fight back. Because I will
break you. I did that twice today already. When you resist, its only worse
for you - I'm gonna get mine either way. So, it's up to you whether the
rest of your life is going to be easy or very... very difficult"

       He was talking chaotically and slurring some of his words. But I
knew he wasn't fooling around. I was terrified and aroused at the same
time. Man, am I fucked up.

       "So..." He clapped his hands on his bare thigs "In the morning, I'm
going to drive off. Will you drive off with me tied up in the trunk? Or
will you sit in the passenger seat."

       I sat motionless. It was too much. I was broken, physically and
mentally. I didn't want to fight, I didn't wat to struggle or protest. And
maybe it was exhaustion and vodka talking more than logical thinking but
finally I spoke.

       "The passenger seat." My voice was weak and submissive.

       Jack smirked and stood up. He extended his arm as lovers do when
they want to walk hand in hand. Or when parents do when they want to lead
their children. "Let's get you cleaned up, son."

       I took a deep breath, grabbed Jack's hand and stood up. "Yes,
daddy."