Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2016 18:21:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: abbottjustin16@yahoo.com
Subject: LatinCollegeDudeMindControl8

Chapter 8

I really did a good job cleaning Emiliano's studio apartment.  It hadn't
been cleaned in the two years he told me he had lived there.  First I
worked on the kitchen, cleaning out all the cupboards and the fridge.  I
washed all the dishes, glasses and utensils and lined up all the stuff real
neat and clean.  I went out and used my debit card to buy him some food-
cereal, milk, juice, some frozen dinners, chips, lunch meat, cheese and
bread.  I hoped he would like it.

Then I stripped the bed, and swept up the floor and the living room area.
By one I was hungry but I knew I had more work to do for him so I quickly
ate some chips and plowed ahead.  The bathroom was the worst- grotty tub,
nasty floor, and the toilet smelled like piss.  There were pubic hairs all
over and long black hair from his head on the sink.  It took two hours but
it was really good when I was finished.  I was proud of what I had done for
him and knew he would be pleased.

The place wasn't fancy but it looked good and smelled better.  A little
after three I was truly done and I sat down at last at his table.  He had
said he would be home at four so I figured I should wait to see if he
needed anything else.  With nothing more to do I took down the pile of his
underwear from the shelf and sat with them at the table, examining them,
touching them and even smelling them.

So many colors and designer names!  He had a cool collection of boxer
briefs, CK, Topman, even American Eagle.  I got real hard holding them.

A little before four I put them away and awaited his return.  He barged in
around 4:15. "'Bout time you're done."  He tossed his back pack at me and
said "There's CAT homework in there.  Do it tonight."

He sprawled on the couch, scratching his nuts. "So, freak, did you like
playing with my underwear?"  I had forgotten the cameras again.

"No Emiliano.  It wasn't like that.  I wanted to make sure they were all
clean and folded nice."

"Yeah right.  Since you had just washed them all, I guess you were
disappointed that they smelled like Downey and not piss and cum, huh?
Anyway, I'd love a BJ, but I gotta' save it for the ladies tonight.  Get
the fuck out and I'll text you when I need you for something, faggot."

I jumped up and scampered out quickly making sure I took the homework.

Back at my dorm room, I got a text from the kid Iker.  He asked if we could
meet.  "I have to talk to you about Emiliano."

I arranged to meet in the cafeteria for dinner. He was a cute kid I guess
you would say.  Puerto Rican, thin, hard body in his wife-beater, a few
tats, and maybe five foot six.

He sat down with his tray full of pizza and a turkey wrap.  "Dude.  Thanks
for seeing me.  I know this is weird, the way he introduced us."

Uh, yeah" I replied.

"Anyway, I thought that you should know a few things.  Things about him."

"Go on" I said cautiously.

"Well, for one, I'm a little jealous of you" he said, taking a bite of his
pizza.  "See I was like his number one boy for a few months.  I mean it's
weird, I wasn't in to guys when I met him. I even had a girlfriend.  But he
kind of befriended me.  But before I knew what was going on, he started to,
like, boss me around.  And I did what he asked.  It was hard to say no to
him; you know?  He's got this swagger about him and he ropes you in.

After about two weeks he said that he saw me put on a pair of his boxer
briefs in his apartment and jerk off.  He has these cameras. I don't even
know why I did it.  But he said he would send the video to my parents.

Next thing you know I got really stoned one night and he ordered me to suck
him off.  The first time I thought I would die.  I was disgusted.  But he
came this close to sending the video.  He had both of my parent's e-mail
addresses from my phone and my girlfriend's too.  So I did it."

I just stared at him and sucked on the straw in my Mountain Dew.

"But I should have known it wouldn't stop there.  He began texting me in
the morning and again at night to come over and suck his cock.  I actually
got pretty good at it, and learned to do it the way he liked it.

So there I am at the end of last semester and he leaves town just like
that, no explanation and no good byes.  And no more sex for me.  He didn't
answer me all summer and I texted him a lot.  It's hard for me to admit
that maybe I needed him, and it skeeves me to think I was in love with
another dude."

We were both finished and seemed to have lost our appetite.  He asked me if
I would walk back to his dorm for the rest of the story.  We set off on
foot.

"So the very first day of school, back in August, he texts me to meet.  I'm
so happy and I even got a hard-on. Then he dropped a bomb.  He has photos
of me on backpage, saying I'm like a male escort, and guys can have me for
$200 an hour.  He was going to fucking pimp me out!

And that's not all.  I was going to get to keep $60 and any tip, but he got
$140 for each date.  I freaked.  I started arguing with him, refusing.  He
says 'why not' you suck me off; I want you to do it with other guys to make
me some skrill.

I just kept saying "no way' and finally he just beat me up.  Beat the shit
out of me.  I was all black and blue and bleeding from the mouth.  He told
me when he texted me with an address tomorrow, I was to go, and be at his
place with his money within ninety minutes or the blackmail would begin."
Iker began to cry.  His roommate was staying with his girlfriend that
night, so I took him in my arms and consoled him.

"Anyway, I've pretty much been whoring now ever since school's started up
again.  Maybe twenty times.  I've made him over twenty hundred dollars so
far, I'd guess.

"Wow dude" was all I could say.

He got his composure back and continued.  "So anyway, I'm pretty
embarrassed by all of this, but you know how convincing and threatening he
can be.  I don't feel like I got any other choice.

So, I wanted to warn you.  And honestly, dude, I'm just a little pissed at
you.  Jealous.  It's like you're his new number one boy.  It's like he
kicked me to the curb for you, for a new boy.  Now you get to suck his cock
and be with him, and all I get to do is whore for him and make him rich.

I mean, it's ok, I'd probably do anything for him, you know.  But still?
When I found out about you, all I can do now is picture him with his cock
in your lucky mouth."

Iker seemed ready to start crying again, so I just edged him towards his
bed.  I sat down next to him, to see if it was ok to go, now that he had
unburdened himself with me.

To my surprise he leaned over and kissed me.  It was just on the lips at
first.  But he came back quickly and soon we were Frenching.  I had never
kissed a dude before.  His lips were strong and his stubble rubbed my face.

It seemed that we were both horned up, thinking about Emiliano.  He gently
pushed me on my back, on his bed, and got on top.  We continued kissing and
started making out.  I pulled off his wife-beater and started working on
giving him a hickey.

Iker worked his hand into my basketball shorts and really got my cock to
come to life.  Before long he was sucking on my nipples, and then took me
and deep throated me.  For a little guy his was strong and he seemed to
know what to do with a guy in bed.  I guess the escorting had helped.

I think we both wished we were having sex with Emiliano but we made do with
each other.  We both came in each other's mouths and finally fell asleep in
each other's arms, naked and spent.

Two more chapters to go guys.  Thanks for your feedback.  Justin

Abbottjustin16@yahoo.com