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Danny Boy - Part 5
Blake was attempting to take total control of my life. He had gone home with me on Friday night for the weekend. By Monday morning, before he left for work, he had turned me on to him sexually enough that I was going along with his plans to dominate and control me. He had administered some very harsh discipline upon me to make me totally subservient to him, actually made me repeatedly tell him he was my man, the boss and tell him I would do anything he wanted. He had moved himself into my condominium and put a chastity belt on me before he left for work. I could hardly believe my reaction, when he knocked me around Sunday and I actually enjoyed the harsh treatment he inflicted upon me physically. He had successfully made me admit that he was going to be the boss man and I was going to do exactly what he wanted, and continue to be disciplined as his male bitch. I went along with his domination, thinking that eventually he would lighten up and not be so possessive of me.
Spending Monday locked in that chastity belt was most uncomfortable. He was right, I could do both number one and number two alright, but if I got the least hard on during the day, the spikes in the cage surrounding my cock dug in causing severe pain. It definitely kept me flaccid after I experienced the pain the spikes could inflict. I spent most of the day puttering around the house trying to think through exactly how I was going to handle him when he got home without pissing him off. When I thought about him, I would start to get hard and excited and the pain inflicted to my dick soon had me thinking of other things to keep from getting excited. As 6pm approached, I had dinner about ready, as he did say to have it ready so he could take me out on the town later.
Blake walked through the door about 6:10pm. He was carrying three leather saddlebags off his Harley. They looked to be full to overflowing. Two were definitely full of clothing; the other rattled as he walked. I couldn't tell what was in that one.
"Busy day at work! I picked up more of my stuff in Oakland. How my bitch today? Thought about me all day, I knows!" He dropped the three bags on the floor, lifted me into his arms and planted a big kiss on me. "Something smells good, damn am I hungry! I'll put these dirty cloths in the laundry room, you can wash them tomorrow, then I'll wash up and we can eat. I love you girl!" He squeezed my ass a couple of times, popped it a good one then disappeared into the laundry room with his saddlebags. He reappeared, carrying one heading down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Shortly, he came strutting back. He had removed his clothing and he headed right for the table to eat. "Bring it on sweet pee, daddy's hungry!"
He talked incessantly all through dinner. He ate everything edible I put on the table. I could see he was a hardy eater. I would have to start fixing more food with him around. "Well girl, how did your day go with the chastity belt? Did you get a hard-on baby when you thought of me pounding that sweet ass of yours? Hurt a bit, huh girl? Well, that's part of your training baby; keeps you from playing with yourself when I ain't around to service you properly! When I get you all trained, you won't be wantin any man exceptin who ol Blake say you can have. Right now, that be me! Yea, Blake be your Niger man girl! You be treatin him real nice from now on! You see!"
"Hey Blake, could you take this damn chastity belt off me now that you're home? It's hot, sticky hot, and hurts like hell when I get a hard-on? You really don't expect me to wear this damn thing every day now do you?" He pulled a key chain from his pocket and told me to open up my britches. He undid the padlock, the lock, refastened the padlock, told me to go take it off in the bathroom and prepare myself to be cleaned and showered. He came in, stripped and did the honors purging me again with the douche bag. He seemed to enjoy doing this to me. He put me in the shower and pushed me down on my knees. He lifted my face, spread my lips open with his fingers and inserted Thunder. He began to fill me with his piss. I tried to pull away, but he held me by the ears. He pulled Thunder and sprayed the warm liquid up and down over my face and body until drained.
"You'll learn to love it girl; soon you will be beggin me for it and find it nice and tasty! "Now clean up and get your buns back in the kitchen, I'll be cleaning up for you in there. We will dress you in something tight and sexy for daddy tonight, we be going out on the town dancin baby. When I came into the kitchen he had put everything away, put the dishes in the dishwasher and had it running. Everything was clean and tidy. I had stayed nude, hoping he would give me some loving. "Fuck girl, ain't you pretty as ever. Come over here and let daddy have some sugar. He kissed me, rubbing his crotch into mine until we both were wanting more than just a kiss and a bit of rubbing. "Oh fuck baby, I didn't want to get all horny so soon! See what you do to me!" His dick had put a big bulge in his pants. I just smiled and dropped to my knees and chewed on Thunder through his 501's. He opened them up, pulled out his entire package and fed it to me. "Go for it girl, it's all yours - dessert is served! You can play with yourself, but don't skeet girl."
"Mmmm, you smell so good Blake. I could just sniff of this here forever!" He backhanded me a couple of times.
"Do your sniffin later girl, now get busy and suck on ol' Thunder before I have to choke you with him again. He don't like waitin round much anymore! Lock you lips and get that tongue a workin on him girl! Yea, that's it baby! Now take it all for daddy like a good girl! Oh yea, deep throat Thunder!" He spread his legs out wide and started to rumble, shaking at the knees until my mouth filled with his jism. Oh that heavenly taste almost took me over the top. I had to squeeze myself off to keep from climaxing. He lifted me up to my feet and planted one of his big wet lip kisses on me again. Damn the guy can kiss. Those big lips of his are wonderful, one of my favorite parts of his body, especially when they are nibbling on my pussy and running up and down over my inner thighs.
He did say we were going out dancing tonight. He rummaged through my closet and picked out a pair of very tight brown leather pants I have cut up the sides with crisscross lacing from the waistband down to the bottom on each side. They fit me like a glove! He picked out a tight yellow silk skin-tight tee shirt and my brown boots. He went through my underwear drawer, pulled out a bright red Thong and placed all on the bed for me to wear. He opened that big saddle bag that he brought in with him earlier and pulled out a big black butt plug and a cock ring with a ball spreader. He put the leather cock ring and ball spreader on me first, then he greased up the butt plug and worked it up into me. The damn thing was almost at big as he was and got my cock hard almost instantly every time I moved around, but the cock ring kept me from blowing my wad.
"Hey, I'll freeze in this outfit tonight riding around the city to the dance bars."
"No problem baby, I borrowed Joe's Cadillac and left the bike at his house. Now get dressed, I'm going to take a quick shower and shave; I'll be right back and then we can get going." When he returned he dressed in a tight pair of black leather pants and a very tight white tee shirt, his boots and his leather jacket, no underwear. Thunder was laying down his left thigh under the leather looking like big salami with a head. It was awesome, definitely on display; looked like a hot dog stand. He went to my closet again, pulled out a brown leather jacket I had with tassels and we were off. When he entered the traffic flow up on to the Bay Bridge, I wondered where we were going. It certainly wasn't going to be the dance bars in San Francisco. I wasn't very familiar with the bars in Berkeley, Oakland, or the East Bay. I assumed that is where we headed. He pulled up in front of a bar called 'The J&B' in what looked to be a very rough part of Oakland. When we entered it was a black dance bar. The place was packed. I could tell immediately, this was not a gay bar. The guys all looked to be straight black thugs. A few guys were dancing with both black and white young women. Others were dancing with effeminate black she-males or good looking white she-males.
Everyone seemed to know Blake, as he ushered me through the crowd to a rear table and motioned for the barmaid. He ordered a beer for himself and a wine cooler for me. I could see they didn't have a hard liquor license. As I looked around, there were a few white guys in drag, obviously she-males, dancing and carrying on with the black guys. He put a small white pill between my lips and told me to swallow it once the drinks arrived. I recognized the pill as being Ecstasy. I have taken them before, loved them when they were available, especially when I was with someone like Blake that could fuck me so thoroughly. The white she-males kept coming around putting their hands all over him. After a few dances, and another wine cooler, I was feeling no pain. Blake was a wonderful dancer. I clung to him like flypaper, especially when he would rub his big dick against my constant hard on. He kept me excited, what with the constant rubbing and the butt plug doing its' thing to my ass every time I moved. Whenever another black guy would ask me to dance, he would nod his head OK to the guy and off we would go to the dance floor. They were in line to take turns dancing with me. Blake would dance with other good-looking white guys, even some white women. The guys all had their hands all over me, rubbing their crotches against my own constant hard-on all the time we danced. I was so fucking turned on when that Ecstasy pill kicked in, I didn't attempt to stop any guy from pawing me as we danced.
A couple of the guys eventually joined Blake and me at the table. He introduced one of them as Joe, said he was his partner in this operation. The other he introduced as Max, the bouncer. Joe lit up a joint. He passed it around the table until we were all laughing and carrying on. A couple of the white she-males and three of the black she-males kept coming to the table and whispering in Joe's ear, passing him money and taking off down the hallway with a guy. I got the distinct feeling there was more to this place than what did appeared on the surface. My hunch, soon confirmed, as Joe and Blake started talking business in my presence.
"How has business been this past week Joe, we makin any money yet since I got us some pretty white guys workin for us?
"Hey Blake, we doing pretty good, it seems to have picked up. The word is getting around what we got in the back for the boys to spend their money on now. Sure beats pushing beer, wine, and dancing all night. Hey, that new white guy Ricky you trained sure is bringin in the cash now that you got him workin full time. What a hot fuck, keep sampling him myself! What you going to do with this one, names Danny, right? Sure is a pretty one, puts even Ricky to shame for sheer beauty."
"This one's mine Joe, all mine, unless she can't be trained to suit my needs. She be educated too and about the hottest fuck I ever had. I be hopin we can get her doin the books for us. I been lookin for one like Danny here for some time now. Found her workin as a bartender at 'The Tool Box' in Fisco Friday night." I be thinkin, I hit the jackpot this time. I'll let you sample her if you like; it will give you an idea why I want her for my own. Tonight I'm going to give Danny a taste of what she will be doing if'n she don't learn to follow my orders and keep me happy."
Blake leaned over and gave me a squeeze and a quick kiss on the forehead. "Come along sweet thing, time for your training lesson." As he led me through a door and down a hallway, I began to realize the place was definitely a brothel. There were soft blue lights, low music playing and booths with curtains on each side of a large room we had entered. He led me past those booths to a larger room in the back where women and she-males, both black and white, were entertaining guys. Just about everyone was nude. Blake stripped me, then himself, pulled the butt plug out of me, put it all in a locker, laid me out on one of the many beds in the almost dark room and put the meat to me. He told me I was not to climax until we got home. After he dropped his load into me he rolled off and told me to take care of Joe his partner.
This came as a complete surprise. I jolted up and started to lash out at Blake. He gave me a couple of quick backhands across the face, then a good punch to the mid-section. That punch knocked me back on to the bed. He rolled me over on my stomach and tanned my hide until my ass felt red-hot. "Now I don't want to hear another word from you girl, your ass is mine, and if I want Joe to sample it you just do it!" Joe wasn't as big as Blake, but he was so fucking handsome, well over six feet, very dark skinned, with a big cock on him. Joe was already nude and climbed up over me, pulled me up on all fours and fucked me doggie style. For the next two hours, until 2am, Blake had guys handing Joe money, then climbing all over me, either fucking my mouth or my pussy. Big black dick was coming at me from everywhere. He did make sure every guy put on a rubber before he screwed me.
After a while, I turned on big time. I just serviced these guys, one after the other, loving the attention I was getting. The cock ring and ball stretcher was keeping me from climaxing, but I was so fucking turned on I could have lay there and taken dick all night long. Blake stuck close, but left me with Joe, making sure I didn't do anything stupid I suppose and collecting the money as the guys formed a line for their turn at me. I heard one of the guys talking with Joe ask him how many whores he and Blake had now. He answered, "Let's see, five black girls, two oriental girls, four white girls, three black guys, one oriental guy, two Mexican five white guys, not counting Danny Boy here." He looked down at me and asked, "Having a good time baby, you're going to be a real money maker for us if Blake doesn't keep you for himself!" I was having so much fun I didn't want to leave when Blake left a bit after 2am, Tuesday morning.
That night he turned me every-which-way, but loose when we got back to home. We ended up having anal sex three more times, before we fell asleep, him pressed up against my back side with one leg up over my legs and one arm hanging over my body. When I got up to take a leak, empty myself of all the juices I had collected, he awakened. When I returned to the bedroom, he was missing. I found him raiding the refrigerator, picking lunchmeat and cheese, making a sandwich. I looked at the clock and it read 4:30am. I turned to go back to bed and he caught me by the arm and pulled me back to him. He just held me to him as he took two big bites out of his sandwich; then he put it to my mouth and told me to take a bite. I turned my head away!
"I said to take a bite bitch, now do it. How many times I have to tell you girl, when I tell you to do something you do it!" He stuck his fingers in my mouth and forced it open. He shoved the sandwich in and repeated. "Now take a bite bitch!" He continued to hold me to him as he finished off the sandwich. "You be a real bitch sometime girl. Other times you sweet and nice. Now get the strap out of my saddlebag in the bedroom and make it snappy. Daddy is going to have to punish you for being a bad girl again. Go on girl, hurry it along." Needless-to-say, he put the strap to me very severely. "Now tell me that you are sorry for being naughty! Say it bitch or your going to get some more!"
"I'm sorry I upset you Blake! I had a hard-on again. When he saw it, he grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them so hard it put tears in my eyes and my hard-on instantly disappeared. He lay me over the back of the sofa, nestled up next to me and put the meat to me again. No sooner had he climaxed than his alarm went off, signaling 5am.
"Come with me quick girl so I can clean you out and get the chastity belt on you again." When he was done with that chore he told me to go back in the kitchen and make some coffee to get him off to work." He was dressed for work when he came back into the kitchen and had a cup of coffee with me, I begged him to take the chastity belt off me. I begged him to leave it off, but he just looked at me as if I was crazy to ask. He looked me in the eyes and said, "When I get home tonight around 6pm you have dinner ready and be wearing something sexy for daddy." He kissed me on the lips, turned and left for work. Here it was Tuesday already and I didn't even want to think about the reality of what all had happened to me since I met Blake Friday night at 'The Tool Box.'
I crawled back into bed and went to sleep; hoping when I woke up this would have all been a dream. I awoke at 11:45am, got up and tried to sort out what had happened to date and what I was going to do about it before he took total control of my life. He really turned me on, obviously had experience in handling and training bottom guys like me to be totally subservient to him. Every day he seemed to get more dominant with me. Hell, I already was enjoying sex with him so much I would find it difficult to give him up. He was the greatest top I have slept with in years. He really cooked my britches. I could see myself very happy as his companion, his bottom, but the idea of being a whore for he and Joe was not going to happen. I really wasn't sure what he had in store for me, but I really didn't want to loose him either. In three short days I had fallen head over heals for the big bully. Remembering that he had said that he want to keep me for his own, provided I could be trained did make me feel better about any future I might have with him. After thinking about it all afternoon, I decided to just play it by ear, try to keep him happy, follow his order and see where he was going to go with his plans for me. I know I wanted to continue working at 'The Tool Box,' but didn't necessarily need to continue chasing around with other guys now that he was taking care of any possible sexual needs I could possibly desire. I admitted to myself, I wanted to be his girl!
When Blake arrived home shortly after 6pm Tuesday, I had dinner waiting. During dinner, I tried to get him to talk about what he expected of me. I asked him flat out, "You plan to let me continue to work at 'The Tool Box?' He just ignored my question. "Ok then, tell me something about 'The J&B.' He continued to ignore me. I even admitted to him that I liked him very much, and had a good time last night in Oakland, but I have no intention whoring for him, Joe or anyone else. Finally, he looked over at me and pounded his fist on the tabletop.
"Just shut the fuck up and eat your dinner Danny, your giving me a headache with all these questions. I'm tired and got a lot on my mind here. You'll do exactly what I say; that's all you need to know! No more talk right now, OK baby! I shut up and we finished dinner, I cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen, and finally joined him in the living room where he was laying on the sofa in deep thought.
"Any chance for the key to this damn belt you put on me, please? It would be nice to be able to get a little excited about you tonight without suffering excruciating pain every time I start to get a hard-on." He seemed to be somewhere else, in deep thought. I had to ask him the second time to get a response from him.
"Danny, what you know about keeping books, you know accounts and the like?"
"Well, it's your lucky day Blake. My degree is in accounting and business administration. Why do you ask?"
"Baby, I been pumping almost all my paychecks into this business with Joe for weeks now and he calls me today and tells me he be needing another $500, they got us on COD with the beer and wine. Hell, I knows we be makin money. The place is packed on weekends and even for a couple of hours after the shipyards close each night. I see the money that be comin in to the back room since we opened it up. Somethin be wrong somewhere! He suppose to be the smart one, ran a bar before. He hired the second bartender and the bouncer when we started the back room business so he could run that end of things too while I kept working the shipyards to support it all till it get to makin money. I can't be pumpin everything I make in forever, staying up half the night finding and training whores too and working the shipyard all day. I'm getting knocked out baby! You really know business books and all that stuff about running a bar too?"
"Sure do, kept the books at 'The Tool Box' for awhile when Eddie and Mike went on vacation for a month. Who's keeping the books for you now?"
"An accounting firm set dem up for us, but Joe be workin on them since den. Think you could check them out for me and see where we might have a problem?"
"Sure, for you I would do almost anything, except be a whore in that brothel you two got going over there in Oakland full time. When you want me to do it big guy?"
"How's about we go over right now and you can take a quick look!" We packed up and off we went on his bike across the bay. Joe was a little reluctant to let me look at the books until Blake took him by the collar and told him how it was going to be. They left me alone in the office with the books. I immediately could see that the cost for beer and wine were too high compared with the amount of income they were generating from the entries off the register tapes. Joe was drawing considerable cash from the business, making his car payments, and who knows what else. They all seemed entered as business expenses. Maybe that was the agreement he and Blake had made, but I questioned the many entries for miscellaneous purchases, some pretty substantial. When Joe and Blake came back in the room I asked Joe is he was checking the empty bottles of wine, beer bottles and empty kegs against the income they were generating. He indicated NO! I told them how to do it, suggesting that one or both of his bartenders were shorting the register every shift, pocketing the money. Then I asked them both what arrangements they had made for personal expenses, car payments, etc. They had made none. I left it at that while Joe was still in the room. I also asked Joe the rates they got for the back room, how many whores they had working full time, how busy they were kept, what they paid them, and who collected the money. I then went back to the office to do some calculations.
When Blake and I were alone, I told him what I had found with the car payments, all the entries for a salary Joe was giving himself, and many large dollar amounts expensed out to miscellaneous expenses with no identification. Since the two guys had each started the business with $15,000 each, and Blake had put in another $17,800 over a ten month period of being in business together, I asked him why? He said, Joe worked the bar full time, and was to get a salary of $500 every week for running the business. I told him I thought Joe was not only pocketing money without running it through the books, but pulling extra money out of the business on a regular basis. The guy they hired to collect in the back room was probably helping himself to money he was collecting, as the figures just didn't jive with the amount of money the back room should be generating. He had a hard time believing that Joe would be pulling more than his salary from the business, so I just dropped that subject and said no more, as they were obviously friends.
I suggested he call Joe over so we could discuss the bartender problem and the problem with Drake, the cashier in the back room brothel. When I told Joe what I suspected with the bartenders and Drake, he said he would take care of it. He asked me how much I thought the bartenders and Drake were stealing each shift. When I told them the figures I had come up with, both he and Blake's mouths dropped open. I told them that the place should be making a real hefty profit by now, looking at the income it was obviously generating. I suggested that they have tickets printed for the back room, so as each whore turned in her/his stubs at the end of each shift, then have Joe check them against the receipts. They could also color code the tickets for different levels of service and pay the whores according to how man and what color tickets they turned in each shift. They both thought that would be a good idea. Joe gave me a big sloppy kiss for all my suggestions and asked Blake if he could test the waters again with me in the back room. Blake said, "Not tonight Joe, maybe another time!"
On the way home Blake actually thanked me for checking the books out for he and Joe. He said that he told Joe he was going to have me check the books out on a regular basis; so maybe if he was pulling extra money out of the business it would stop automatically. He told me he was going to let me continue working at 'The Tool Box,' but I was going to have the wear the chastity belt while I was there for awhile yet. I leaned up and kissed him on the side of his neck, licked his ear and played with his cock as we crossed the Bay Bridge on his sexy Hog. We got home about 11:00, he was tired and fell asleep in my arms after I emptied his balls into my stomach playing mole under the sheets between his spread legs.
Wednesday morning 5am alarm clock seemed to come more quickly than usual. The usual clean up and strapping on my chastity belt, we had down to an art. It only took us 15 minutes total, including the shower and his shave. I fixed us waffles and by six he was off to work. My shift didn't start until 3pm, so I was the lucky one, and hopped back into bed until damn near noon.
Blake called me about 7:15pm from home, thanked me for leaving his dinner all prepared in the refrigerator with instructions how and how long to micro it to eat. By 8pm he was leaning over the bar and planting a big wet kiss on me. He told me he had spent about an hour at the bar with Joe in Oakland. Joe had already fired one of the bartenders, had a long talk with Drake about the receipts so he would know they were coming up short. Joe had already ordered the tickets from the printers. Blake stayed about an hour sitting at the bar talking to me between customers. Then he gave me another kiss, said he was tired, was going to go turn on the TV at home, have a nice nap before I got home at midnight. He wanted to be all refreshed and ready to service my hot white boy pussy for me, I had earned the best and he was the hottest Niger man in town, just a bit tired.