The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story.
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Danny Boy - Part 6
When I arrived home from working my eight-hour shift at the bar, the clock read 12:40am. I found Blake sprawled out on the sofa cutting Z's with the TV on, but the station had gone off the air. The screen displayed a black and white snowstorm and the sound sounded like a static recording of a hurricane in progress. I quickly turned off the TV and gently nudged Blake as I leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. He came up swinging; his left fist caught me in the chest, his right in the chin, knocking me backward onto the floor. I coiled up in the fetal position from the pain he had inflicted. When he realized where he was, what he had done, he rolled off the sofa next to me and comforted me. He wrapped his big hairy arms around me and rubbed my back, neck and chest.
"Never awaken me like dat again girl. Where I growed up, ya learned to protect yourself at nite or you become someone's pussy boy. Now get your purdy lit'le ass up and I'll get that chastity belt off you. I gots a hard-on already just lookin at you. Damn you one pretty boy bitch. Yea girl, I gonna keep you all to myself. You're too purdy to be turned into no full time whore! You just make Thunder dance girl! Now turn over on your stomach so I kin warm up those ass cheeks of yours for wakin me like dat." He took the chastity belt off me, then tanned my hide until my ass cheeks were on fire. When he lifted me to my feet, I was sporting a full- fledged hard-on. He smiled! "You sure do like a good whippin; just look how xcited you gets! Thunder like it too, makes your pussy nice and hot! Just look what you done to him already." Thunder was standing tight up against Blake's belly, the head covering his naval and well over an inch of his abs by the time he was ushering me down the hallway to the bathroom. After he gave me the usual enema, ran me through the shower, he toweled me down, handed me the hairdryer and sat and watched me dry my long hair. When I started to brush it, he took the brush from me and did the honors, frequently nestling his nose in the golden locks as he brushed. I could smell Blake's aroma surrounding me; it made me swoon and lust for him. He was a sculptured Black Adonis.
As he bushed my hair, I backed against Thunder and let him rub up and down over the red-hot surface of my buns. He obviously liked the feel, as I certainly did! Blake was breathless when he carried me off to bed and rubbed his scent all over me. I just swooned in that pungent scent of his. He knew how his aroma turned me on, and how I liked his pits and rough sex. Well he gave me both. He also introduced me to licking and sucking on his ass. I fought him, not wanting to do it until he had cleaned up. He would have none of that, smacked me a couple of times and sat on my face spreading his ass cheeks out over my nose and lips. After I got by the initial shock, I got so turned on doing that that Thunder was the beneficiary of one dead pussy when Blake got through letting him tear me up for hours. I may as well not have taken a shower, as I smelled of Thunder's juices and sweat off my macho man. His ass smell was all over my face, nose and lips. Blake had made an agreement with me that he would start taking his showers in the morning before he went off to work, except when we were going out somewhere special where he should be squeaky clean. As I explained to him, macho guys should look and smell macho when dating guys. With women, it's another story! Women want their man to smell like essence of some sweet fragrance that reeks of flowers and stops up the nasal passages causing migrating headaches. As far as I am concerned, a man should smell 'a natural.' Well, I learned that it would have been much nicer if he had cleaned up his bottom side a bit before he forced me to eat his ass out, but what the hell, it was quite tasty. I guess I was just going to have to get use to it this way if I didn't want him to shower before we had sex each night.
Since I had the upcoming Saturday and Sunday off this week, Blake wanted me to spend both evenings at 'The J&B' in Oakland to observe the operation, see if there were any other changes they should make. Drake made it quite clear that he wanted me to have a good time, but to stay straight enough to know what was going on. He told me if I wanted to fuck around in the back room, just let him know whom I wanted to mess around with, so he could check them out. He said some of the guys were bad news that came in for fun and sex and he didn't want me hurt or damaged. He also told me that he would be working with the new whores, not to be surprised if I saw him training some of them roughly, even fucking them. He said Joe had been hounding him all week for more of me, so I had his approval as long as I didn't get to serious with him since he was so good looking. He reminded me that I was his boy, and would punish me if I did anything without his approval. He also wanted me to look at the entries made in the books for the week.
We arrived at 'The J&B' about 7pm Saturday evening. The place was busy, but not cooking yet. The first thing Blake had me do was take another look at the books after we made our appearances and I had a Wine Cooler. After that I worked behind the bar giving Joe a break and watching the one remaining bartender. When the place started to get real busy, Joe asked me if I would work the second station for awhile so he could check things out in the back room. The black customers took to me like ink takes to a white blotter. Many of the same guys were back that I had seen last week. As the evening progressed, they all, of course, wanted to dance, buy me another drink, share a joint with me, or get me into the back room with them. I remained very business like, danced with a few, even let them squeeze and fondle me on the dance floor. Black guys really like to dance, most are good dancers too. I was enjoying myself, even had another Wine Cooler before Blake came from the back rooms and joined me for awhile. We danced for awhile, then he relieved Joe and told me to go have sex with him, show him a good time in the back room.
"Oh fuck baby, I been thinkin about you all week after last time you were here. Joe be showing you how much he like you girl!" He led me to one of the back cubicles and had us both stripped in record time. He was a real pussy eater, just like Blake. He got me all primed and begging for his dick before he pulled the butt plug gout of me and slipped his meat to me. Just like Blake, he told me not to cum or I would be punished. When I accidentally did, he took his belt to me, which only made me all excited again. I smiled and thanked him for turning me on again. "You are one hot bitch boy! Why don't you quit your other job and work for us full time!" He kissed me on the lips and smiled. Damn he was a sexy guy. I can see why Blake told me to not get too hung up on him. He definitely had a way about him that drew me right in to really liking him. I couldn't help myself when I asked.
"Would you make love to me again later Joe? You turn me on! My ass is screaming for some more of your dick" My comments obviously turned him on instantly again.
"Sure baby, is right now soon enough? He was hard again instantly and putting it to me. I just moaned he felt so good in me. He smelled so good too, just as Blake does. Damn I like the smell of men, real men, especially Black men.
"Oh Joe, fuck me harder, harder! Yes, Yes, Yes! Oh fuck YES! I just melted over his dick and my muscles went to work bringing him to another huge climax. I drained him real good! He then popped me on the ass and told me to dress and come with him back to the main bar so he could relieve Blake. Guys kept asking him on the way out if I was going to be working in the back room later. He just told them it was up to Blake, as I was his bitch boy.
Joe went back to working the second station. Blake danced a couple of dances with me, then he said he had to go to the back room again and make sure the ticket system was working alright that they had implemented Friday night. Before he left, he told me to have a good time, but be sure to check with him if I took any of the guys for a romp. "Oh yea Danny, if you do, remember to collect a ticket from them first, nothings free in this place." I sat at the bar and talked with Joe and some of the guys that were trying to hit on me for awhile. Then I went to the office and was resting on the couch when one of the guys that I had danced with a couple of times walked in, locked the door and tore into me. The more I fought him, the more he laughed and laid kisses on me. He had my pants down, was butt fucking me in minutes. He kept one hand over my mouth to keep me from shouting out for help. I realized I couldn't get the best of him as he had his arm around my waist with me lay over the desk pounding my ass with what seemed to be a monster dick. It all happened so fast, I didn't even get a look at what he had between his legs. If what I felt was accurate, he must have had a dick on him like King Kong. I just gave in to him and was actually moaning and enjoying it by the time he dumped his load into me. He pulled out, put his equipment away and left me lying over the desk.
I cleaned up in the bathroom, pulled myself together and rejoined Joe behind the bar helping him and the other bartender. I figured it would accomplish nothing to tell either Joe or Blake what had just happened to me. However, I started to change my mind when he suddenly sat up at the bar and asked me if I wanted to dance again. I said, "What's your name big boy, as if I was coming on to him."
"Rich, but my friends call me Dick. You can call me Dick boy, now that you had a taste of it." I called him down to the far end of the bar where I could talk to him in private without Joe possibly hearing any of our conversation.
"Now listen Dick Head! You ever pull a stunt like that again and you will be 86ed out of this bar forever. Next time you want a piece of me, you check with me and buy a ticket for the back room like everybody else in here. We are not running a welfare department here for horny guys like you. Get it?" He smiled at me, gave me that hurt puppy dog look, then said.
"How much I owe you boy and where I buy some more tickets for you?" I took a good look at him and realized I was quite attracted to the big lug. He certainly was a big one. I couldn't help myself; I burst out laughing at what he had just said. "Come on boy, dance some more wit me and I'll give you all the money I got on me if you go to the back room wit me! You just about the prettiest thing I ever seen boy and got a real hot boy ass pussy on you too!"
"I'll dance with you some more Dick, but I'm not allowed to fuck anyone without my old man's approval first, and that's Blake, one of the owners working the back room tonight. If he says it is OK, I'll have sex with you again, but you have to buy tickets for my services. OK? That one in the office I'll throw in as a freebee"
"Sure baby, put on your dancin shoes and come here to big Dick!" I told Joe that I was going to be dancing for awhile with Dick and joined him. We danced for awhile, other guys tried to keep cutting in. He just kept telling them to get lost and clung to me. His dick was hard as a rock and rubbing on my stomach all the time we danced. I actually was looking forward to having his big dick in me again. He finally ushered me through door to the brothel.
He walked me right up to Blake and said, "Hey Blake, I want to fuck your boy here, what say?" Blake looked at me and asked if I wanted to service him. I nodded yes!
"How long you want with her Dick, she's 80 bucks an hour?"
"Let's start with half an hour then, that's about all I got on me tonight, unless I can owe you and pay you tomorrow when I come back for some more."
"We don't take credit Dick, but I'll lend you another 40 bucks of my own till tomorrow and you can have her for the full hour." He collected the $40, gave him a $80 dollar ticket and we took off for one of the private cubicles. He stripped me completely, pulled the butt plug out of me and kissed me, nibbled on my nipples, then he started to slap me around and pushed me down on to my knees. He tried to push his dick down my throat, but it was far too big to go down. He stuck it in my throat a couple of times, then settled for me sucking on the head and jacking him off on the shaft until he dropped a full load into me. He didn't even go soft, put on the rubber I handed him as I greased up myself for the plunge. He fucked me silly three times before the hour had passed. The guy was hot. He made me climax each time without any help from his hand or mine jacking on me. I was humming by the time his time was up and Blake opened the curtain and retrieved me.
"You have a good time girl with dat big dick of Dicks? He been a regular customer in here every weekend since we opened. He spends a lot of money in here wit the whores."
I went back to the bar, made myself another Wine Cooler and smoked a joint with Joe. I was so fucking horny; I asked him if he wanted to fuck me again. His eyes lit right up with a big smile! He told the other bartender he was taking a break, ushered me into the back room again. He said a few words to Blake, then ushered me into a cubicle and put the meat to me again. The joint we had smoked had kicked in and I was horny as ever. I begged him to do it again. He was very happy to do it again. Blake popped in and fed me his dick as Joe continued to pump his dick into my bottom. They shot their loads into me, pulled their pants up and pecked me on the cheek with their lips. Joe went back to the front to tend bar, Blake led me down the corridor to the big room and asked me if I wanted to whore for awhile and make us some money. I just nodded YES! He popped an Ecstasy pill into my mouth and told me to stoop down between his legs. He fed his cock into my mouth and drained himself. I never spilled a drop.
He put the word out at the bar that I was working in the back room and the guys were lined up with tickets to fuck my honky white ass. I had Blake get me another Wine Cooler, and smoked another joint and I brought more cash into Blake's register. The tickets were selling! These black guys indeed do like us white boys! I could see Blake was going to have a gold mine here if he got a few more white boys working this back room. Hell, Dick even came back in and spent another $40 he must have borrowed from someone else he knew in the bar to have another go with me. The guys here mostly worked on the docks; the shipyards and all made good money, just like Blake. They only had one goal in life - too get as much pussy as they could and they were willing to put up some serious cash to get some fine white boy pussy like mine.
After we got home that night I told Blake that he should buy a used pick-up truck so he didn't have to ride his bike back and forth in the heavy traffic any more. I told him it was too dangerous and I didn't want to get a call one day that he was laying dead along the highway somewhere. He said that's exactly what he was going to do when the bar starts making enough money to buy one. I told him he needed a couple more white boy whores and the back room would really pop and bring in some real cash. I pointed out that the black guys all seem to gravitate to young good looking blond white-ass boys. "Did you notice that most the tickets that were sold last night were collected by your new young blond beauty Ricky and myself? That's supportive of just what these black guys are looking for. You and Joe need to find some more good looking blue eyed blond white boys and turn them into whores for you and get rid of the ones you have that are not collecting many tickets. You need to weed out the non producers."
I asked him what hours the bar was open each day. He indicated 9am until 2 in the morning. I suggested he change the hours from 6pm until midnight Monday through Thursday, then 9am until 2am Friday, Saturday and Sundays for awhile. I pointed out that that the register tape time and date stamps indicated that was when the place was busy and making money. If Joe had until 6pm Monday through Thursday every week, with his good looks, he should be able to round up some really hot blond white boys to work in the back room. I already had a couple of hot bottom guys in mind to turn Joe on to that liked black meat.
"Yea Danny, I noticed tonight you and Ricky both had twice as many tickets that you turned in than the others. You got a good idea girl; I'll talk to Joe about that and the business hours." We were both tired and ready for some sleep after that busy Saturday night crowd. The minute his head hit the pillow he was cutting Z's. I was still a bit wired from the Ecstasy pill he had give me late in the evening, so I just puttered around the place for awhile tending to some accumulating dirty clothing and other such daily tasks. When finally crawled into bed next to him, I just nestled up next to him, breathed in his masculine aroma for awhile and finally too dropped on to sleep land.
We slept to well after 8am Sunday morning. I would have slept longer, but Blake wanted some pussy before he got up and was rubbing his fingers up and down over my perineum from just below my balls down over my rosebud. Tell me that wouldn't awaken you too! There is something about having sex the first thing in the morning that just gets me going. It was really good this morning. The guy is a master at his art of topping pussy. No wonder I have fallen so quickly in love with the big guy.
At breakfast I asked Blake how he and Joe figured they wouldn't be caught running a brothel in the back room and closed down by the state, as prostitution was against the law in California. He answered, that was why they picked a place in the roughest part of Oakland. He said no white man would enter the area after dark, not even the cops. They had kept the place 'word of mouth only' through their black brothers about location and the activities offered at the bar. Both he an Joe felt confident that the brothel in the back room would be kept strictly confidential by the patrons for fear of loosing the pleasures it offered them. They figured, as long as they kept the clients happy, they would keep the operation on the QT and things would go smoothly. They had both used fictitious names and ID's on the license applications, so if the place was ever raided, they both could just vanish and open somewhere else again.
I felt more confident now that Blake was letting me into his private life and affairs. He must have felt comfortable that I could be trusted now, although he continued to doubt my ability to stay faithful to him while working at 'The Tool Box.' He wasn't comfortable with me being around all the hot hunks that we had every night as customers. There wasn't much I could do about that situation, as I did like working there. I hoped that he would soon realize that I planned not to whore around after or during work any more. I had fallen so desperately in love with him that I didn't want to loose him or have him make me quit and make me one of his full time whores in the Oakland brothel.
We both were back over at 'The J&B' by 10am Sunday, working out some detail with Joe that I had discussed with Blake. Joe agreed to most of my suggestions, including getting rid of the non-producers in the back room, implementing a couple of changes to have better control over the operations. They needed better control over the cash flow, the clients, and especially the whores that had a tendency to spend too much time on the dance floor not enough with guys in the back room making money for the establishment. Joe felt that if he fired any of the whores in the back room they would turn us in and the place raided. However, he thought the suggested business hours and finding some more pretty, blue eyed, blond, white boy whores to bring in the cash were good ideas. Joe leaned over, planted a big wet kiss on my lips right in front of Blake and thanked me for giving us so much help with the place. Then he turned to Blake and asked.
"When you going to get Danny to work for us full time, get her to take over the books and learn us two Niger Dudes how to make some real money with this here Whore House anyway?"
"I be hopin she want to do it for us on her own real soon Joe. How about it darlin?" He looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes, held a straight face, then blew a kiss at me, and broke out laughing to break the silence that had fallen. "She's a hard sell Joe; maybe in time I suppose if we can get this place to makin some money for us all! Huh Baby!"
"One day at a time guys!"
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