It was a little more than a week later when drew got a surprise visitor at work. The bar wasn't opened yet, and he and Clarence were getting things set up: Clarence was taking care of the bar area, while drew swept, moved furniture, did all the manual labor type of work that he had done at the camp. He and Clarence had been trying out different configurations of the space to fit in more customers- word had gotten out that the bar had a "wicked hot" guy working there, and more and more people were showing up. There weren't a lot of places for gay people to gather in that part of the country, and some drove more than hour so that they could see drew, and maybe get him to bend over after they shoved a few bucks in his jeans, cop a quick feel, or something. Mario would come by at the end of every night and stand back, smiling as he watched drew skillfully separate money from the clientele, thinking all the while "that ass is mine." He believed it, and he took it, as often as he could. If he found a reason to punish drew, he exploited it. Over the weekend, for example, when he had drew strip, he saw a drop of pre-cum on his cock. He hadn't given any permission to cum, and while drew's explanation -- "You haven't let me cum in three days, Sir, I can't help it", made sense, it also gave Mario a chance to leave his boy hogtied, with a hitachi lying right up against his balls. He kept it at a low frequency, so it didn't "quite" provoke a climax, but when he was done, drew's dick was rigid. He looked at Mario pleadingly, who just said "On your knees and SUCK ME, sub boy." Mario noticed that when he said, "sub boy," drew winced. THAT, he knew, was the problem: drew didn't view himself as Mario's sub -- or at least he hadn't yet acquired a proper sub mind set around him. "He may never," Mario found himself thinking, sometimes, "but I'm gonna try as hard as I can to drill it into him." He had begun to think that drew's former DOM had given him up. The way drew talked about him, he fully expected that Vick would have been here by now, that they would have negotiated, and Mario would have sent drew back after extracting a good payment from the wealthier man. Well, if VICK wasn't going to pay, drew was.
Had Mario been able to read minds, he would have realized that he was close to being spot-on. Drew knew his place: Mario was in charge, and he knew how to play this kind of game. Mario was a top, there was no question about it, and he was dominant. Maybe he could be a DOM to a younger, less experienced sub, but drew wasn't feeling him as a replacement for Vick. He, too, was wondering where Vick was. He realized that in escaping, he really wanted to be caught and brought back in a more subservient position than he had been. Every day Vick didn't show up, and every night Mario made him take off his baseball pendant and wear HIS collar, made him more despondent. But that despondency changed a little that morning, when there was the knock on the bar door, and drew, who was in the back getting supplies, heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, Clay," (Clay was what Clarence's buddies called him). "GARY! Off on another run?" Drew heard Clarence greet the man.
"Yeah, break is over, away from the wicked witch and on the road. Before I went, I wondered: could I get a cup of your coffee and say hello to drew?" Clarence smiled. "Sure. Coffee's on the house. See if you can get him to perk up. The kid is acting like a beaten dog." He called to the back. "DREWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWSKI. Someone to see you." Drew came out, trying to get his hair slicked down and hoping his cock wasn't showing in the tight jeans he was wearing. He felt a big smile form on his face. "GARY! What a great surprise." He held out his hand, and Gary took it, pulling him into a hug. "How you been, pretty boy?"
"Can't complain, Sir. Clarence is a great boss. I didn't have to go to a hotel or boarding house either. I live with Mario. " Gary laughed. "Yeah, I expect Mario wasn't gonna let a beaut like you get out in public." Drew blushed. "GARY, stop! You're a married man." Gary ignored the comment. "I never saw how your nips point out in a shirt, drew. You always wore loose clothes in the truck. They look quite fine." Now, drew's cock was REALLY getting hard. Drew lowered his voice. "You know, Gary, I wish I could show you how much I appreciate you basically rescuing me, but Mario..."
"What about Mario?" Drew hadn't heard Mario enter the bar. He had a few minutes before and had heard Gary's comments about drew's pecs. "Gary, you off on the road again?"
"Yup, Mario. Probably a week and a half this time. Heading through a bunch of states." Drew tried his best not to show interest, because one of the places Gary was heading was quite close to where he had lived with Vick. Clarence saw it, but Mario didn't.
"Well, you know, I'm thinking.... Maybe we can give you a proper send off. " He moved behind drew and took his arms at the elbow, pulling them behind his back. "That always makes a set of nips point out more. How about a little toying before drew says goodbye in his inimitable way?" Drew squirmed a little, but Mario hadn't shaved yet that morning, and the bristle sitting on his neck calmed him down. "This okay with you, drew?" Gary asked. Drew saw the look in Gary's eye. Even if he had anything to say about it, he wouldn't have refused Gary anything. "Go for it, Mister." Gary did. As he played drew's chest, drew closed his eyes. "This man is straight? Or closet bi? Where the hell did he learn..." He began to moan. "You know, Gary, " Mario spoke. "I woke up horny this morning and I wonder...You ever hear of spit roasting a boy?" Gary looked puzzled. "No. Never heard of it. Is it fun?" He saw the eager look in drew's eyes.
"Can be. How about we go in back? Drew'll get naked, and he'll suck you while I fuck him at the same time. Everybody gets what they want, even drew boy." He signaled with his head to go to the storeroom. Drew muttered "yes, Sir" and headed back. "Strip down. Make sure the table's clean. On your belly." Gary was confused, and Mario saw it. He smiled. "You get blown, drew gets fucked, and everyone leaves happy. When you get back, maybe we'll do it again." He giggled. "He'll never admit it but drew likes your dick better than mine." Gary reddened, and Mario went on. "It's not a big deal. Subs do what they're told." Gary began to hate Mario, but his dick was so eager to feel drew's soft mouth and wicked tongue that he suppressed it.
He and Mario got to the storeroom and drew was, indeed, lying naked on the table, face down. He had spread his legs so that his ankles hung over the edges of the table, and his wrists were up at the top. He had put on a baseball cap, backwards. He knew that Gary liked the way he looked that way. "Gary, let me slide in first because if drew gets a sudden bolt, he may use teeth. We don't want that." He smacked drew's ass. "DO WE, BOTTOM?" Drew grunted, "No, Sir" and looked up at Gary, who was dropping his zipper. Mario couldn't see the smile drew had and that he licked his lips. He stopped when Gary rammed in hard. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK" he moaned, as Mario pushed in further. "Now your turn, Gary. You want him to swallow?"
"That's up to drew, " Gary answered, and Mario shook his head. "Nah. It might have been when you were in the truck, but now that he's mine, it's up to me." He paused. "You swallow, drew. Got it?" Again, drew gave Gary a surreptitious grin: "Yes, Sir." He had always swallowed Gary's jizz. He opened his mouth. Gary felt bad, but he also felt, well, horny as hell. The faces drew made while Mario pounded his ass were getting him more and more excited. "MMMMMMMMMPH". Gary always assumed drew was acting when he made noises as if his mouth were too full, but it was part of why he had always thought drew was a special kind of hitchhiker. "TAKE IT, SHORTY" he grunted. He felt drew's teeth because drew almost lost control. He had begun to laugh. Yes, he was getting pounded by Mario, but his focus was completely on Gary. He missed their driving together, and the way Gary would hold him when they were done. He knew he wouldn't get any of that today, so he tried to slow down Gary's excitement. So did Gary, because he knew he wouldn't be back for a few weeks, but after a point, he crested. He tried not to look at Mario's contorted face as he fucked drew. If he did, he'd be thinking "If it weren't for that bitch Wanda, that ass would be mine." "Drewski, you're the best, you're the fucking besssssssssssssssssssst" he moaned as he let go, and he felt drew running his tongue all around his cock, making little gulping sounds as he swallowed each pulse of semen that came out of Gary. He felt Mario's pole get as stiff as he ever felt it, and then he felt more jizz entering his body, this time from behind. Mario screamed, and then when he was finished, he was breathing hard. So was Gary. Maybe because of all the time he spent on sports, drew seemed to be perfectly ok. He felt Mario yank his short hair bank. "You enjoy that, bitch boy?" He rolled drew on his back . "Yes, sir," drew answered. "We don't like to let our customers leave dissatisfied, Gary. Was it worth the delay?" Gary was cleaning himself up with a handkerchief. He stroked drew's cheek with his thumb, and when it passed by drew's lips, drew grabbed it and sucked on it. Mario saw: "What's that word in French? Lagniappe? A bit of that." He was pissed, however, when he saw how much affection drew had for Gary.
"Cinderella has to get back to work." He smacked drew's behind. "Time for you to clean up and get back on the floor. Customers soon. Good thing you don't have to sit down when you're working, ha ha." Gary felt awkward. He didn't want to leave: he wanted to have some alone time with drew, but he wasn't going to get it. "I'll see you guys in a few weeks," he spoke gruffly. "Thanks for the surprise, Mario. " He looked at drew. "Take care, sweet pea." He left, and when Mario was with drew he said "I'll leave your ass alone tonight, but I've got a surprise for you. You're gonna learn about being a sub, one way or the other, and that training starts tonight. " Drew didn't know what Mario meant, but it got him a little nervous: the sound of Mario's voice had an edge of menace in it that drew hadn't heard before. Customers at the bar had remarked that Mario could be very cruel. One of them had said "It won't be long before you see that. Maybe he's over his genital tattoo thing. That's how he marked some of his boys."
Gary may not have been experienced with the more esoteric parts of gay life, but he wasn't dumb. And he noticed things. He and drew had spoken about the baseball pendant that drew wore when he was hitching with Gary. He hadn't been wearing it during the afternoon tryst. Gary wondered why. He knew about Mario's history: he never kept a bottom for more than a week or so and drew was at the end of that period now. Yet, Mario didn't seem to have lost interest at all. If anything, he seemed more interested in drew than any other boy he had dominated. "It's his will," Gary thought. "Drew's feisty. Mario hasn't broken him. That's what it is. " He wondered about what would happen when Mario finally conquered drew. From the hitching, he had learned that if drew had a weakness: some way he could be controlled easily, it was by tickling. Gary had found that out once, totally by chance, and it was the closest he had ever gotten to getting his dick in drew's ass. There just hadn't been enough time, and after that, drew was wary, because he knew Gary was looking for a chance to subdue him. It turned into a game and they both enjoyed it. But if Mario knew, well... He spoke out loud in the truck "He's never gonna be MY boy, but I guess I should do my best to get him back with the guy he misses." He wondered about the pendant: did he have any pictures of drew on his phone that showed it? He looked through the album "my beautiful boy" while he was eating at a truck stop, and he found a couple. Gary wasn't a computer whiz, but he figured: if he opened up some kind of social media account, and posted photos of drew, he just might be able to get someone's attention. He'd want to crop drew's face out of the photo, and that would be fine: that pendant looked custom made, and he figured that it might be one way -- what was his name -- Vick? -- could find drew. It took a few hours, but soon, he had an account up: "Me and my beautiful boy." Every picture of drew lacked his face, but the pendant was there. Gary sighed "Let's hope."
Meanwhile, drew got to Mario's that night still wondering what was in his top's head. Mario had seemed pretty angry at the attention drew had been giving to Gary, so he figured there was going to be punishment involved. He just didn't know what. When he got to the house, Mario was there, in a lounger, reading a book. "Evening, Sir," drew spoke. "Should I get dinner ready, Sir?" Mario didn't look up. "You'll do something else first, shorty." Get on your knees, in front of the footstool." That's when drew noticed that Mario was barefooted. He knew what was next. "Start taking care of them. One foot at a time, toe by toe. Make sure you do a good job." Drew gulped. He knew he wasn't going to do a good job: for all the blow jobs he had given and all the dick that had gone up the ass, he had never been a foot slave. "Sir, I..." Mario looked at him. "I'm waiting." Drew sighed. "Yes Sir." After twenty minutes, Mario looked at him. "That was the worst foot bath I've ever had. Pitiful. Speaking of PITiful, get your shirt off, and get on the bed. Face up." "Yes, Sir," drew answered, going back to the bedroom. He saw that Mario had moved the wrist restraints from the side of the bed to the headboard. He came in, naked, holding a big ball gag in his hand. "Get your arms over your head, drew. " Once they were there, Mario locked them tight. The bonds stretched drew's arms so that he could barely move them. "Open up. You're gonna scream once I get started. REALLY scream." Now, drew began to get scared. He was already bound, so he couldn't do anything but what Mario had said. Once he was gagged, a now naked Mario walked over to the bed. He ran a finger around drew's left nipple. "You enjoy being my sub, drew?" Drew felt it was a trick question. He slowly shook his head no. Mario snickered. "Yeah, that's the answer I suspected. You like bottoming, it's the sub part you hate, isn't it?" Again, there was a hesitation before drew shook his head yes. Mario sighed. "Well, stud muffin, you might very well hate it, but you're gonna have to accept it. And now that I know you hate it, I have to take steps to make sure you understand what's expected of you." He stepped away and came back with a set of barbers' shears. "Nothing makes a boy feel more like a sub, than a complete shave." Drew thought back to when Vick shaved him, and he could feel his cock bouncing. "Well, I'm not gonna shave you completely, but...we're gonna clear those pits tonight, for a couple of reasons. And if I don't see a change in your attitude, we'll take the pubes. You got it, stud?" If looks could kill, Mario would have been dead, but drew just tried to focus on not thinking about what was happening. "A couple of reasons." What would they be? He winced for a minute when the cold metal hit his arm pit, and then it tickled a little. He tried to pull away, but that was not going to happen. "Take it easy, drewski. I thought about tying your balls to the bed to keep you still, and I still can. You want that?" Another "no" headshake, and Mario continued, cleaning one pit, and then the other. "NICE. Bitches, subs, and girls shave their pits. I guess you're one of those, aren't you?" Again, the anger flashed in drew's eyes, as he shook his head no. "Well, we'll see about that. So, I told you two reasons, didn't I? Well, here's reason one: weather's getting warmer, and I think the bar uniform is gonna switch from t shirt to tank top. Everyone's gonna know your pits are smooth, and they're gonna know you're either a bitch, a sub, or a girl. Which one is it?" Drew looked away and Mario laughed. "Well, here's the second reason, stud. See, there is NOTHING more ticklish than freshly shaved skin. And I'm gonna tickle you until you're ready to answer that question because, well, I've got tank tops with each word on the front. Let's get to work." Drew's eyes got really big. He was scared. Yeah, he was horribly ticklish, and he had never been shaved and then ticklish. When Mario's fingers dove into his pits, he nearly exploded from the laughing. He began to squirm. "Now, think of how you'd feel if I had tied your balls down. You should be thanking me drew, shouldn't you?" When drew didn't shake his head or make a sound, Mario dove right back in. The gag suppressed drew's laughter, and it made him feel like he was going to burst. And DAMN, Mario was a freaking evil tickler. If drew laughed a little more as his fingers went over a spot, he remembered and went back. Drew began to freak out when he saw that the tickling was getting him hard, too. "Ten-minute break to think about things, drewski. And when the break is over, we start in with these..." Mario held out two electric toothbrushes. "Think of how they'll feel with me on top of you, squashing down on that hard-on. " During the break, Mario opened drew's pants and released his hard-on. Drew was mortified at what the tickling was doing to him. Mario looked at his watch. "Ready to start again. Low frequency." He held an electric toothbrush in each hand and started moving each one over drew's pits. The sounds coming out of drew were a combination of moans and laughing. "You ready to answer my question, drew: you a bitch, a sub, or a girl?" Drew shook and squirmed. He wanted to kill Mario, but he was trapped: he couldn't do anything. He was going to have to submit again. "You ready to answer?" Drew felt sweat dripping down his face, and he shook his head yes. Mario said one word "defeated." He took the gag out of drew's mouth. "So, tell me, tough guy: you a girl, a bitch, or a sub." The electric brushes were still on and close to drew's pits. He almost sobbed "I'm a sub, Sir." He saw the smile on Mario's face. "Good boy!" And is that all?" Drew tried to look away. "I'm a bitch too, Sir." "BRILLIANT. And you know, that's EXACTLY what the tank tops say." He pulled out a couple and drew saw what he'd be wearing in the future. One tank top had "SUB" across it in big black letters, and the other one "BITCH." "Some of our customers need ideas reinforced. This will help. Now, just so you know I pay attention to your needs..." Mario put down the brushes and began to slowly edge drew. As drew got closer and closer, Mario stopped. "I think a sub owes a thank you for being allowed to cum, doesn't he?" Mario put his finger on drew's balls. "YES SIR. YES SIR. THANK YOU, SIR. THANK YOU,SIR FOR LETTING ME CUM. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK." Drew couldn't remember the last time he had had such a big climax.
And while this was happening, Gary was sitting in a café' opposite Vick. Gary's instincts were good: the pendant had caught the eye of some of Vick's men, and after a little bit of planning, Vick and Gary were sitting and talking about a plan. Vick had already offered Gary more money than he could have imagined for the information on drew's whereabouts, but Gary turned it down. "I want a job working for you, Mr. Vick. Something that puts me close to drew. Something that allows me to, let's just say, have my full of him every now and then."
"I don't share my bottoms!" Vick exclaimed. "Why the hell do you think I wouldn't let Drew date that woman?" Gary shrugged his shoulders. "Well, the way I see things, you've got a choice of some, in fact most, of your boy, or none. That is really up to you." He shook his head. "Hell on one level, I can't say I'd blame you if you walked away from him. Wealthy man like you gives the guy a life he could never have, and he disobeys, screws with someone else. On the other hand, you, and I both know there aren't too many like drew in this world." He saw Vic thinking. "You wanna sleep on it." Vick shook his head. "No. It's a deal. You get him two days a week, you get a job, and whether you like it or not, you get a finder's fee." He stretched out his hand. Gary took it, and as they shook hands he said "Well, Mr. Vick. Let's go get your boy."