Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2023 10:05:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Topher Bent Subject: The Apartment Manager- Part 2 The Apartment Manager- Part 2 Sorry, I took so long getting the rest of the night to you. I'd forgotten just how effectively he'd gotten into my head and how easily I'd accepted my place. But don't forget what a safe place nifty.org has given us to share our stories, fantasies, and experiences. Whatever you're into, you can probably find it here, so definitely consider donating so this archive can continue to grow. You can do it by clicking this link: https://donate.nifty.org/. Most of these events are true, but I've changed names to protect the guilty. Trust me; nobody you'll read about was innocent. I may not have consented to everything that went on specifically, but I willingly submitted myself to him. I was given the option to say "I'd rather not", but both verbally, and later in writing, I acknowledged that I was his property to use however he chose. I never revoked those agreements and don't intend to in the future. Thank you for reading about my experiences and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send questions, critiques, and comments to: thestuffwedonottalkabout@yahoo.com. Now Part 2 begins... The bedroom he lead me to through door on the other side of the long bathroom had just a full-size mattress on a cheap metal frame. It didn't have a fitted sheet and had only a flat sheet to cover us. It was clearly a hand me down so I didn't worry that I was damp with his piss as climbed onto the mattress. He lit a cigarette and joined me on the bed. He sat with his back against the wall and I laid my head on his lap. He absently rubbed my piss damp chest hair as he enjoyed his cigarette. When the ash got long enough to flick, he glanced around for an nearby ashtray, but the only one wasn't within reach. He shrugged and flicked the ash in my belly button without even looking at me. He took another long drag, staring off into space. He was still staring at nothing when finally spoke, the smoke curling out of his mouth along with the first several words... "If I'd known about your crush on me back then, I'd have been fucking you every day, but I don't think you were ready for me and my needs back then. That day you came to see the new carpet before you moved in, I was pretty sure you were gay. Do you remember when I came up right behind you when you were looking in the closet?" Oh, I remembered. I nodded. "My dick was hard. You didn't realize how close I was and backed right into it and I thought it was on purpose, but then you got all embarrassed. If you had given any indication you were into me at all, I would have jumped you." He was still staring off into space as he considered what might have happened. He looked down at me as he took another big drag, and leaned down until we were face to face. He kissed me and exhaled slowly into my mouth. I caught on and inhaled as much as I could before I coughed out a puff of his second-hand smoke. He flicked the ash in my belly button again, this time looking directly into my eyes. He took one last drag and blew his smoke into my face as he put the cigarette out on my dog collar. "You weren't ready for me back then. You think you're ready for me now, but you aren't even close. But this time, I don't give a fuck. Your other master, he convinces you to do the things he wants until you agree. That's not how it's gonna be with me. I don't ask. You didn't even flinch when I put your collar on. You accepted that you were my bitch and then like a good bitch you went into heat. You said you didn't like getting fucked and I wasn't gonna push it, but you asked for it. Didn't you?" I shrugged. "I don't know what came over me..." "Just like a bitch in heat. Your instincts took over. Now you're mine." Then he rolled me on my side and spooned me. His mustache tickled the back of my neck as he alternated between kisses, licks, and bites. He dick was already hard again and he pressed the head against my abused pucker. I relaxed a little, knowing it would hurt, but I knew I let him anyway. "No, Daddy just wants to fall asleep inside you." "The other one always wanted to do that." "Why didn't you let him?" "I did, but he wouldn't stay hard enough after fucking." "Oh, this ugly dick of mine only needs to be hard going in. My mushroom head will knot you like the bitch you are. He didn't seem to mind that he didn't get to introduce me to a new kink, especially since he was doing it first. He pushed his hard cock inside me slowly until the fat head popped in and then shoved it in all the way until his unruly pubes tickled my crack and I yelped in pain. But I immediately settled into his embrace and he moaned. "Goodnight, bitch boy." "Goodnight, Daddy", I said through clenched teeth. I slept fitfully. Daddy snored, mumbled, growled, talked, and jerked most of the night. Every movement he made jostled my insides Once, I woke to find he'd slipped out of me. I moved my ass in slow movements against his crotch until I'd stimulated him enough to get hard again, then I put his cock inside me. He moaned, gave several quick thrusts, and pushed his mushroom head past my sphincter. I figured his slurred "I love you" was meant for his partner (who was back at their house in the country an hour away, but I still said "I love you, Daddy" in response and it was true. Already. I finally slept and woke only twice before daylight. Once I had woken in the night and he he'd slipped out again, so I suckled his soft cock some before falling asleep again in my mouth. The second time I woke I was laying on my stomach and he was laying facedown on my back, his rock hard dick was inside me again. He'd tangled his arms and legs with mine and he was nuzzled against me, snoring in my ear. I fell back into fitful dozing until the final act began. When I woke up in the grey predawn, I realized we were no longer attached. He was on his back and I shifted my position until I was laying on his furry belly with his wrinkled dick inches from my face. It really was an ugly cock, veiny and sort of lumpy with a bulbous wrinkled head. I rested my hand on his still full looking balls and watched as his overachiever cock started waking up. Every now and then he'd flex the muscle at the base of his dick causing it to stiffen and straighten toward my face. I moved slightly forward until I'd taken him into my mouth. I gently suckled him for a while and then stopped. I intended to fall asleep with him in my mouth again, but he grabbed my head and fed me the whole thing. We didn't speak. He held my head firmly against crotch, alternating between thrusting, allowing me to suckle him, and cutting off my oxygen with his fat head deep in my throat. He'd hold me like that until my vision began to cloud and fill with sparks, signaling I was about to faint. Finally, he began speaking to me as he used my mouth: "I own you now. I'd keep you as a slave if I could. I could break you down with enough time. But I enjoy knowing that you're stubborn and willful and that you won't dare defy me. I think next time, I'm going to pimp you out." He pulled a mask from somewhere and fitted it over my head. It covered my whole head and my eyes, leaving my mouth free. He continued, "I know several fuckers that will come over when I tell them about you. It'll have to be a weekend. A few are straight guys who like fucking helpless dudes. Most of them are ugly guys who'll screw whoever will let them. It might get pretty rough; a few of them were in jail. I'll blindfold you and tie you up for a few of them. I have some stuff that'll make you not care if you want that. I'll take videos of it, so you can see all the dudes who fucked you: ugly guys, old guys, ex-cons, a skinhead, maybe even this cop. I can't film his face. He's a twisted fucker, he's ugly, even his dick is ugly: uglier than mine. And when he breeds you, he wants you to look at him and beg him not. He'll come over last after the rest leave and we might tag team you since I'm not sure if I trust him alone with you." He grabbed my dick and squeezed it so hard that it hurt. "You are a perv, aren't you? You'll tell yourself you're doing it all for me, but part of you thinks you want it. Trust me, you won't want some of it. But if you do show up, you can't back out. There is no safe word. These aren't the kinda guys who give a shit about your feelings. You into that?" I looked up while stroking his hard dick. "I don't know. It doesn't matter. I'm yours since you said so and you call the shots, but what you describe sounds like some of the fantasies the other guy has about me. But I'll show up if they do, or if they don't. I might regret it, but I don't think I have a choice anymore." "You don't. And, oh, they'll come and cum. Now get dressed. I have to get ready for work, boy." "Oh, you aren't gonna cum again?" "Just get dressed, bitch. Or I'll shove you out the door naked." I hurriedly grabbed my scattered clothes and got dressed. I pulled on my jeans, boots and chaps. I stuffed the jockstrap in my jacket pocket since I'd forgotten to put it on first. "Okay. Get on your knees." His dick was still hard; he'd been stroking while I hurriedly dressed. I hit my knees and leaned forward to blow him, but he shook his head. He put his hand in my forehead and tilted my head back until I was looking straight into his eyes. He stroked faster and went up on his tiptoes so his dick would be above me. I held his thighs to maintain my balance and he leaned toward me. His wiry leg muscles were flexed as he forced himself toward climax, he was snarling and the look of his face was utter contempt. He coated my face with his final load and slapped me with his before he handed me my keys. "Don't wipe your face off. Send me a picture of your face when you get home. I hope you take this seriously, boy. Because I intend to." He looked into my eyes for several seconds. I looked back at him, still mesmerized by the intensity in is his eyes, doing my best to look as earnest as I felt. He nodded to himself and tilted his head toward the opened door. So I walked out the door after giving his furry body one more admiring gaze. He shut the door and I paused to make sure I'd dropped my keys in my pocket before heading down the concrete steps. I heard a growl through the door as he locked it. Then, as my hand clasped my keys, I heard him say "Yeah, he's mine" followed by a chuckle. I wondered if that was for my benefit. I made sure none of his jizz would drip into my eyes after I straddled my bike. I started my engine and put on my helmet, and then headed home feeling used, cheap, and oddly satisfied. His cum dried on my face as I rode my motorcycle home, making it feel tight. I figured I'd never get to go back; I'd agreed to his fantasy in the moment thinking he probably wasn't serious. I wasn't sure I wanted him to be serious, considering what had planned. However, my phone rang one month later and he was on the other end. "Hey, bitch", he quietly said after I answered. "Do you know who this is?" I did. "Yes, sir. Master." It just popped out. I'd intended to say his name, but that's not what came out. Sometimes I wish I hadn't answered that call...