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Danny Boy - Part 8
My days off this week were Tuesday and Wednesday. I called Joe; he picked me up so I could spend the entire day Tuesday at 'The J&B' loading 'Quick Books' on the new laptop. I then started setting up accounts to track the income generated by the Brothel they were running in the back rooms of the bar. It went relatively fast, since it was a service oriented business and didn't involve much more except expenses for towels, KY, laundry services, and under the table pay for the whores. They too didn't have to pay taxes on their income, also paid under the table. I had the entire computer set up and the income from the first of the year through last night's income and expenses transferred from the bar business books. It took a bit longer to reverse it all out of the manual books for the bar. I figured, even if the bar didn't carry its' own, the money saved in taxes would more than make up for the losses of the bar which was actually a front for the money maker in the back. However, the bar seemed to be making a small profit for the last week since Joe got rid of the one bartender that was stealing profits when he was on shift. I discussed a few things that still needed attention, and then Joe took me back to the condominium.
Since he had never been up there, he invited himself up for a quick look and the grand tour of the place. Blake had obviously told him how nice it was. Joe had expensive taste. He dressed in the finest, and drove that big Cadillac. He fell in love with the condominium and when he saw the Jacuzzi on the terrace, he immediately stripped to take the plunge. Joe, being also a dominant top, use to getting what he wanted and taking what ever he wanted from a Bottom, grabbed me, and took total control of me. I tried to fight him off.
"Joe, not in our home, please! Blake would be furious with you and put the Chastity Belt back on me for good!" He just ignored my plea! "I'm serious Joe, STOP NOW!" I gave him a hard push, which knocked him off balance for a couple of seconds and backed away from him. This pissed him off. I could see the rage in his eyes as he came at me. His handsome face contorted, and the muscles in his neck flared. He slapped me across the face, punched me in the stomach and I folded. He knocked me to the floor, was on me in a second holding me flat on my back, glaring down into my eyes.
"Your going to quiet down now girl and give Joe some pussy?" There was no denying him what he wanted. He stripped me before he even let me up off the floor, ordered me into the Jacuzzi with him before he calmed down. He fondled and sucked on my breasts and nipples until I turned on to him. He was especially rough with me. It naturally turned me on to him quickly! His nibbles became bites as he spread my legs apart and slipped the meat to me. He definitely knew how to turn a girl on to him. He made love to me for a couple of hours after that in Blake and my bed, before he dressed and returned to Oakland. I thought, "Too bad Blake had not put the Chastity Belt on me this morning and this would not have happened." I knew, eventually, Blake would find out, probably from Joe himself, that he fucked me in the condominium in our bed and there would be hell for me to pay.
Joe was a bold devil, would ask a person anything without the least hesitation. Before he left, he asked me if he could move in with Blake and me and get out of the dump, he was renting in Oakland. I told him he would have to discuss that with Blake, he was my man and the master of the house.
Joe did thank me for helping them with the problems they had with the bar over the last two weeks, kissed me, and was on his way. Wednesday, the following day, he called me again wanting to take me out to lunch so we could discuss a couple of other new ideas he had for the bar business. We did have a nice lunch together, but it turned out to be an obvious ploy to get me alone with him in the condominium again. He had a way about him, determined to get exactly what he wanted from me. Like a fool, I let him park in Blake's parking spot in the basement parking garage. Once he had me that far, he pulled me into his arms, took the passkey from me, and ushered me up to the condominium again for more fun and games. He loved doing it in the Jacuzzi, screwed me damn near until 5:00pm, chasing me around, slapping, poking and prodding me until I was exhausted. Before he left, I told him that I enjoyed his company, but he best not come over anymore until he cleared it with Blake or it would get both of us into deep shit.
Knowing that Joe could never be able to keep this affair a secret from anyone, including Blake, I decided it best I tell Blake myself what had happened. When I told Blake Wednesday at the dinner table, he went into a rage as though I was the one at fault and had come on to Joe. He didn't want to hear the truth. He slapped me around, spanked me raw that night, and then fucked me as if I was white trash that needed taught respect for him. He made it quite clear that he didn't so much mind Joe fucking me, as we doing it without his approval behind his back while he was at work did, especially in the bed we shared. Thursday, he put the Chastity Belt and cock restraint back on me for what I assumed was going to be quite a spell yet. He wasn't even interested in going out and looking for a pick-up for him as we had planned Wednesday evening at the auto dealerships downtown. I felt like crying.
He kept saying, "You can't be trusted! You're just a spoiled, white, pussy boy, and I might as well make you a full time whore in Oakland. If'n you didn't shape up and show him some respect, that's what you be girl!" He tied me up Wednesday night, Thursday night and again Friday night and made me sleep on the floor at bedside with a huge uncomfortable butt plug in me after he was through fucking with me. When he had to take a leak during the night, he would shake me awake, piss down my throat, then push me away, instead of going to the bathroom. He treated me roughly for those three straight days. By Saturday, his anger had passed. Everything seemed back to normal between us, except he kept the belt on me.
Friday night when I arrived home at 12:30am he was already home from the bar and watching TV. The first thing he asked me was if I had asked Eddie and Michael if I could have every weekend off. When I indicated I had not, he informed me I would be working in Oakland Saturday and Sunday and calling them in the morning to let them know of that fact. I had actually talked with both Eddie and Michael Monday and they agreed to let me have weekends off, but I wanted to see how Blake was going to handle the answer I gave him.
I waited until Saturday morning to tell him the truth. He gave me an odd look, then said, "That's my girl, you're finally learning to do what I tell you once in awhile!"
"Now, how about us looking for that pick-up this morning Blake? I did what you wanted! Now it's your turn to do something I want! I want you off that Harley during rush hours!"
"What am I gon'a do with you girl? Hell, ask me after breakfast again! You make me so mad sometimes! Other times, I'm so happy with you I could just love you forever! Now go get us some breakfast started, I'm starved!" By 2:00pm Blake was driving a new silver Toyota 4x4 SR5 V6 Tacoma pickup home, all insured, parking it in the basement spot that came with the condo. We parked his Harley crosswise up against the back wall covered over with a big tarp to keep it clean and give it a rest. Both fit quite nicely.
We made love after catching a bite to eat. I had a nap until about 4pm, cleaned up, and we headed across the bridge to work the Saturday night crowd. He kept the Chastity Belt on me for some reason. After we made the rounds saying hello to all the regular customers, Blake headed for the brothel to set up for what we hoped would turn into a busy night. I had an opportunity to check the books for Joe, and see how he was doing making correct entries into the laptop for operations in the back room. When I finished doing all that, I sat at the bar and talked with Joe. I told him that I had told Blake about our affairs at the condominium and he didn't believe that he (Joe) had initiated the whole thing, right down to coming back again Wednesday for more. I told him what Blake had put me through for three whole days and he had me back in the Chastity Belt full time.
I told Joe that I expected to hear him apologize to Blake for forcing me to have sex with him before the night was over. He was to admit that he came on to me, not the other way around which Blake thinks happened. I told him he wouldn't be getting any more help from me with the books, the computer, or relieving him at the bar until he cleared me of the whole affair with Blake.
"Sure Danny Boy, we are partners and he said I could have me some of your white ass anytime I wanted. No problem! Bring him out here right now and I'll take care of it." I retrieved Blake from the back room for a few minutes and Joe told him what had really happened in front of me. Blake got quite upset with Joe for coming on to me in our home. He told Joe he really didn't expect him to fuck me in our condo in our bed while he was away at work, even if he did tell him he could have some of my pussy anytime he wanted. Joe apologized, and then Blake apologized to me for not believing me, treating me so poorly for three days. He handed me the key to the Chastity Belt and told me to go in the office and take it off and put it and the key in his locker. He kissed me and went back to work in the back room without another word. I felt much better having that straightened out between Blake and me.
Joe gave me a big smile, apologized to me directly for causing me so much heartache. He asked me if I would tend bar for awhile so he could take a break and talk business with Blake for awhile in the back room before the whores started to arrive for the evening. I took over the bar with Kent, the other bartender and Joe headed toward the door leading to the brothel. It was still early, only 7:30pm, so the place was not busy yet. Kent and I talked for awhile about business and the like. He was a good looker, light skinned Black Cuban, sported quite a nice basket and kept playing with himself as he talked with me. I came right out and asked him if he was doing it for my benefit or if he had a case of the Crotch Eagles. He just chuckled and smiled. There were no customers sitting right up at the bar that could see him from the waist down, so he pulled his dick out and waived it at me. I was shocked at his boldness, but certainly pleased to see what he had in his hand. He was uncircumcised, had at least 9 inches of tubing dangling before my eyes. He jacked it up to a full-blown woody for my benefit.
"I'm doing it for your benefit baby! You know you want some of this! I been watchin you eyeing me and checking it out!" He gave it another lift and tug for my benefit. He pulled the foreskin back off the head, took his hand away and made it bounce up and down a few times, working the muscle like it had a heartbeat. He stepped up to me and put my hand around it, drew me to him. My hand over his dick were wedged between us for a moment, long enough for me to enjoy the moment. He let his hands slip down over my ass cheeks for a quick squeeze. After he nipped my ear with his teeth and gave me a peck on the cheek, I pushed him away; knowing the effect this was having on my libido. This wasn't the time or the place for such going on! Actually I had been watching him to make sure cash was going in the register, knowing how bartenders don't ring up all the tabs and pocket money.
"Very nice Kent - Prime beef! Maybe, but later, after I get a bit buzzed; and only if Blake says it's OK. You'll have to ask him for permission first if you ever hope to get me in the sack without getting us both in big trouble. That's how it works between us, but remember, you will have to ask him first or he's sure to fire your ass and spank mine! Now get back to work Kent and stop showing off to me!" He just smiled, put his monster away and went back to his bar station, but kept up with his crotch antics every time he had my attention. In actuality, he was turning me on big time and I couldn't keep my eyes from returning to him. I found it impossible to ignore him after what he had done, actually blew a few kisses at him. It finally became busy, so the antics stopped. I tended bar the most of the night so that both Joe and Blake could work with the two new boys, Roxie the 22 year old redhead and Bobbie the 19 year old Blond. When Joe came back and relieved me about midnight he said things were going pretty smoothly, but Bobbie still had a lot to learn about servicing the customers properly, even though he was a beauty. He said Roxie was damn near as good as me and could milk a guy to a climax in no time at all. A real hot fuck with her ass muscles has real good potential to service many tricks.
Business was hopping most of the night. After closing time, when I checked the tapes from the two bar registers, it looked like we had a good night. When I counted the cash and tickets the whores turned in from the backroom, it was great. I thought to myself, "The place is going to make some real money for Joe and Blake if business continues like this. Not too bad!" Joe and Blake were both happy. Joe paid the whores based upon the tickets that tallied up for each of them and we called it a night. All the customers and most the whores, except Roxie and Bobbie, who Joe would be taking back to his place where he was letting them stay for awhile. Blake had locked the front door, the side and back doors while Joe was making out a bank deposit for the money and securing the cash in the safe. Kent, the bartender and I were cleaning up the bar, putting the trash in plastic bags to take to the large Dumpster they rented in the back alley. Kent continued cleaning the bar down.
Roxie, Bobbie and I unlocked the rear door and were at the Dumpster taking out the trash, when all of a sudden we were grabbed from behind. They came from nowhere. There were five of them. We didn't have a chance in hell of fighting them off. They were all dressed in their gang colors ranging in age from about 18 to mid 20's. All a rough looking bunch of mixed races, mostly black and Chicano. They put knives to our necks and threatened to use them if we didn't do exactly what they said. I knew they meant business and said, "Don't fight them girls, they will kill us for sure! I know their type!"
The leader was giving the orders! "Bar the door shut and let's take these three cuties back to the clubhouse and have us some fun. He was big mixed-blooded African/Chicano, covered in tattoos, and had a big scar running across his face. He was UGLY, smelled as if he had not taken a shower for a year. The other four were also of mixed blood and not clean. Even their fingernails looked like they were grease monkeys in some off the wall service station. I told you this was a whorehouse Bud. Just look at the boobs on this one here, as he grabbed my boobs and gave them a squeeze! A pussy boy with real boobs guys! It's our lucky day! Load them in the van, put the blindfolds on them and let's get the fuck out of here and back to the warehouse with em!" We went headfirst into the back of a van; the four guys plus the driver jumped in and the van took off squealing rubber down the back alley. They arrived at their destination not too far from the bar. Three horn honks, the doors opened and they drove in. The four guys already had us stripped during the short trip. The blindfolds removed once we were inside the van. Shoved nude from the van, there must have been 12 to 15 young hoodlums standing around smoking joints, drinking beer that rose to the occasion with a choir of enthusiastic welcoming whistles. The place was a huge warehouse. I could see they had a meth-lab set up in the back corner of the place and the smell was everywhere from the chemicals. Others were cutting cocaine and putting it in small clear plastic Baggies for sale and distribution. Still others were filling small Baggies with marijuana. Guys were posted at each entrance with automatic weapons.
"Well guys, we got three of them, that will have to do for tonight. The others were already gone, as we arrived a bit late. Next time we'll get some more. These three are pretty nice ones at that too!" He grabbed me by the arm and shouted, "Look! This one even has tits on him, a real she male, pussy boy!" He spun me around, popped me on the ass a couple of times. "Would you believe it, boobs on a pussy boy!" He grabbed and squeezed them with both of his huge filthy hands. The other guys immediately grabbed Bobbie. Roxie took off running and screaming. One of the big black guys stopped him in his tracks with a rough tackle, popped him a couple of times and dragged him back by his arm and red locks. They herded us to a matted area where I assumed they practiced their marshal arts; duct taped our ankles together and our wrists together behind our backs. Another guy pushed a couple of pills into each of us and washed them down by putting a beer to our mouths. Two guys carried an old sofa out into the center of the mats and we were thrown over the back face down, leaving our buns pointing up to the ceiling, our heads pressed against the seat cushions. These guys had obviously perfected this routine many times before. They had it down, a well-practiced routine with their captives instantly under their total control.
The same leader shouted, "Just let them lay there for awhile until those pills start working; we want them nice and horny so they'll give us a hot fuck." Every once in awhile one of the guys would come bye, turn our heads to the side and stick a joint between our lips and tell us to inhale. He would check to see if we would respond to him when he ran his fingers up between our buns. Every guy that passed by the sofa copped a feel or gave us a swift feel or pop on the ass. There was no sense fighting them now, we were their captives and I figured we might as well get stoned if they were going to gang-bang us all night. My biggest fear was what they might do with us after they had their fun. These guys were bad news, heavy duty into drugs, carried knives, chains, and the leaders wore pistol belts. A couple of rifles and shotguns were on one of the tables, and enough ammunition to start a small street war, plus the armed guards at each entrance.
"Hey Felix, they are ready for some action!" He was addressing the leader, so I knew the leader's name must be Felix. Shortly Felix came over, ran his hand up under me and squeezed my cock. I instantly became hard and let out a squeal when he squeezed my balls so hard it put tears to my eyes. The pills and pot were making me horny and the warmth of his paws running over my ass turned me right back on.
"OK men, as usual, take your turns by rank and position, two at a time!" He immediately stepped over to my ass again, slapped it a couple of times and said, "This one's mine for awhile!" He pulled me back up on to my feet, lifted me into his arms and carted me off to a private office that was along the back wall of the warehouse. He laid out two lines of head powder on a glass square sitting on his desk and asked me if I wanted any. I shook my head NO! He blew one long line, turned and forced me to blow the other holding me by the back of the neck and hair. I had not experienced the rush for years. He was rough, almost dragging me to a small bed he had set up in the corner. He didn't even bother to undress, just pulled out his dick, spit in his hand, and spread it over his 9-inch fat dick. He put a pillow under my ass on the edge of the bed, lifted my legs up on to his shoulders, and forced his dick into me in one painful thrust. Having not worked the back room at 'The J&B' tonight, I was not pleased with the pain he inflicted. His smell was so strong it made my head swim with his male scent. He was an animal. His scent even nauseated me, a combination of male and the chemicals they used. He fucked me without any care for my feelings or well being, as he munched, sucked and chewed on my breasts and nipples. Eventually the pain subsided and I began to feel the pleasure of the corn holing he was laying in me. He unloaded quickly, remained hard and continued, even more violently. He was now actually biting and chewing on my nipples and the pain was putting tears in my eyes, though the pleasure of his fuck was compensating for the nipple massacre. He stiffened, shot another full load into my bottom, pulled, put his equipment away and ushered me back out and I was thrown face down over the back of the sofa. The lines broke into three and the guys continued to work over Bobbie, Roxie and me from both ends.
A painters spray mask stuffed with some cotton balls snapped over my nose. Ammo-nitrate was pored over the cotton and I entered the twilight zone, where Bobbie and Roxie had been for some time masked and out of it already. The ammo kept us pulsating our asses over their dicks, sucking dick for hours, truly one mind-boggling experience. I kept blacking out, awakening in a new position, with a new set of assailants working me over. I lost track of time and space, everything a blur. When I awakened, sore, bruised, bleeding from the ass, Bobbie, Roxie and I were shoved in the Dumpster out behind 'The J&R' nude. Roxie had a big black eye forming around his left eye. Roxie's beautiful long red hair clipped right down to his skull in places where they must have taken their trophies. I felt my hair and it was in the same shape, chopped here and there. We managed to get ourselves out of the Dumpster and started pounding on the back door of the bar hoping someone would be there yet if the other two were out looking for us. When the door swung open, the three of them were standing there in total shock of our appearance. Ross rummaged through the Dumpster and retrieved our torn and tattered clothing. They rushed us too emergency at Oakland General. Cleaned up, dressings put on our wounds, eventually released. Poor Bobbie had to have two stitches put in his anus. Roxie had two cracked ribs because he evidently kept fighting them. I only had bruises, and sore, especially my breasts and nipples.
Bobby and Roxie forced to convalesce stayed with Joe while they healed. I was back to work Sunday, not at my best, but never-the-less able to work the bar with Kent. I asked Blake if I could spend some time with Kent, as he kept me entertained and I wanted to get a chance to play with that big dick he had waved at me last night. Without saying anything more, 'He was fantastic and I knew I would be getting much more of him as time passed!' He took the kinks out of me instantly. It was like having an adjustment with a Chiropractor. I do believe he readjusted every bone in my body. I came away feeling like the 'Million Dollar Baby!'
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