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In the Wrong Place - Part 2
Scott was a humbled and defeated man. He had been forced to worship the boots of a stronger, more dominate man and lost all his self-esteem. He had been physically beaten. He sat on the floor with his head between his legs as he tried to compose himself. There were now compromising pictures of him being abused and humiliated and he would do anything possible to prevent those pictures from getting out. He was naked, his body had been beaten and abused, his head was groggy, and it was hard for him to gather his thoughts. It had already cost him $2,500, but ultimately it was going to cost him a lot more.
Raffo told the boys that he was pleased with pretty boy and they needed to take him to get him something to drink. Two bikers lifted Scott under each arm and drug him into the nasty toilets. When they were inside, he was forced to his knees, and one of the bikers named Ace, yanked on his disheveled hair, pulling his head back. He slapped Scott upside of the head and his mouth popped open. Ace produced a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a steady stream down Scott's throat. He put his hands around his throat which forced him to swallow. The other biker pushed a couple of pills (candy) into his mouth and then washed them down with some more Jack. Scott's head was really spinning now, and he could hear the sounds of zippers being lowered. Ace told Scott that he heard that he was thirsty and was going to care of it. One of the bikers reached around and cupped Scott's nose with his big hand. This forced Scott to open his mouth, and Ace took the opportunity to fill it with piss. Scott started to gag and was going to spit the piss out.
Ace ordered him not do it - to swallow it - all of it. He had his cock aimed at Scott's face ready to cover it with his remaining piss. Scott gulped and let the warm, salty juice flow into his gut. Now, on top of the pain, he was feeling nauseated. It didn't take long for the pills and alcohol to kick in. Scott was shocked when suddenly, he was hit in the face with Ace's remaining pee. Ace offered a half-hearted apology and said that he had slipped. It was hard for him to see, but he could feel his head being pushed towards Ace's cock. One of the bikers yelled for him to open wide. Ace told him that if he felt any teeth, he would knock them out. Scott felt Ace's beer can sized cock sliding easily into his throat. Ace ruffled his hair some more as he moved his head back and forth ordering Scott to, "SUCK". Scott had never felt the sensation or thought about having another man's cock in his mouth. Now this vicious biker was raping his mouth. One of the other bikers pulled Scott's ass up into the air as he continued to polish Ace's knob. Suddenly Scott felt the strange sensation of someone's finger penetrating his ass. It twirled around inside on its exploration mission. Soon, it was joined by another finger, and shortly thereafter, a third.
Scott had worked Ace's cock so well that it didn't take long for Ace to start shaking and holler out, "Oh fuck". He quickly pulled out and shot the biggest, hottest load of his life. It covered Scott's face and hair. Ace was in extasy when he bent down and gave a big sloppy wet kiss to Scott, right on his mouth. Scott was numb and didn't budge when Ace followed up by sticking his tongue in his mouth and giving him a French kiss. "Thank you, sweetie. I knew that you were a natural born cock sucker," Ace stated, as he rubbed his spunk around the top of Scott's head and into his hair, creating an even bigger mess. There were a couple of joints being passed around the room. The booze was flowing freely, and these bikers were acting like wild animals. The biker who was at Scott's ass couldn't wait any longer, so he chucked a big loogie into Scott's hole and then plunged his cock inside. When Scott screamed out, he plunged even deeper and one of the other bikers yelled out, "Ride em cowboy!" Someone else produced a bottled of beer that had been laced with Vodka and poured it down Scott's throat. This made it easy for Scott to follow the rhythm of the other biker who was raping his ass. He followed along as the biker slapped his sides and rode him like a bronco. Another biker put a blue pill in Scott's mouth and then followed up with his cock. It was party time at the Pine tree Inn for this gang. Scott was now getting raped on both ends. Since he was now relaxed with no inhibitions it didn't take long for his cock to get hard and start leaking its own spunk. The youngest of the bikers appeared to be drooling over Scott's cock, and was given permission to get under him and suck him off. The young biker was an experienced cock sucker and was easily able to get Scott to shoot his own load all over himself. Scott was exhausted and spent but given no relief. When one biker dumped his load inside of Scott, he was soon replaced by another. Each of the bikers easily shot their load into Scott's gut and/or his ass. A couple even saved some spunk for Scott's chest and back. Scott could feel his cum crusted body, he could see it on his chest and arms, he could taste what had been shot into his mouth and could smell the cum up his nose. He could feel it running out of his ass and down his legs. He reeked of the piss that was all over his body. Combined with the pills and alcohol, he was soon nauseated, and his head was forced into the toilet as he puked his guts out. He was left lying on the bathroom floor as the bikers went back out to resume their party.
After a couple hours on the floor, Scott was able to lift himself to his feet. His head was throbbing hard and his entire body was in pain. His ass felt like it was on fire and his stretched mouth felt obscenely large. There was no way that Scott could look at himself in the tiny bathroom mirror. His memory was vague, but he remembered the bar. If he could quietly walk back out and gently pick up his clothes that had been strewn across the room, he felt like he could slip out the door unnoticed. Before he could escape, Maude, the bar owner, walked by and could see and smell the piss and cum covering the bathroom. She was furious and ordered Scott to clean up his mess. If he was going to play with the big boys, he was going to have to learn how to clean up after himself. He soon found himself with a mop in his hand and a nasty mop bucket trying to clean a bathroom that hadn't been cleaned in a month or more. His feet were black from the dirt and grime as he pushed the nasty mop around. He felt like he was going to get sick again.
He finally finished and put the mop away. He walked back into the bar, with his feet sticking to the floor as he walked. He entered the room and looked for his clothes. They were no where to be found. He checked every table. He remembered a shoe that bounced up under a booth, but it was not there either. Somebody had hidden or stolen his clothes. This was a fucked-up prank. He was starting to panic and trying to come up with a plan when Ace walked up with a smile on his face. "Afternoon sunshine, pretty impressive work." Scott said, "Fuck you, Asshole", and that he just wanted his clothes back and he wanted to leave. Ace said no problem; he would get one of the boys to help. They would get him cleaned up and find his clothes. The little biker came up to Scott and told him to follow him. Scott was hesitant as he was led out the back door. The biker directed Scott behind the dumpster and began hosing him off with cold water. He handed Scott a bar of soap and encouraged him to lather up. Scott scrubbed and scrubbed. The little biker excitedly washed his back which created a strange sensation for Scott. He spent too much time cleaning Scotts ass (inside and out) which made Scott uncomfortable. Scott could eliminate much of the cum and dirt, but not the bad memories. His ass was still on fire, his lips were sore, and his entire body ached, but at least his body was clean. He was given an old rag to dry himself off. When Ace walked up, Scott asked him if had a comb he could borrow. Ace just laughed, roughed up his hair some more, and told him he looked just fine.
Scott was contemplating an escape route and looked up just in time to see his car being driven around the corner. It pulled up to the side of the building, the door opened, and Raffo stepped out. Scott went to give him shit for riding around in his car when instead his mouth dropped open. He received a big surprise when he looked at Raffo. He was wearing all of Scott's clothes. The finally tailored suit was a little tight in the chest, and the pants were maybe a little short, but otherwise he looked good. The white dress shirt and blue stripped tie made Raffo look respectable. His hair had been washed and trimmed and was slicked back ending in a stylish ponytail. He had shaved and cleaned up. He wasn't wearing his earring or biker jewelry, only the stuff that he had taken from Scott. He was wearing the Rolex watch and silver cuff links. The watch had been a graduation gift from his parents. Scott rightly assumed that he was wearing the silver cross around his neck. He had found Scott's stylish Cartier sunglasses and was now wearing those. Raffo felt good because he looked good. He had pilfered through Scott's suitcase and found his cologne among other things. This was not the first time that he had beaten, robbed and abused a man. This time was turning out to be lucrative for him and he was happy. He walked up to Scott and said, "Hey Fag, nice set of wheels. How much did that set you back."
Scott just stammered. Raffo continued that he must be working very hard to afford a car that nice. It's a shame that it is wasted on a Sissy like him. This was a real man's car. He told Scott that since he knew a few things about cars he took it for a test drive to ensure that everything was working ok. Scott didn't say a word. Raffo changed the subject by pointing to himself and saying, "I think the clothes fit pretty good, don't you?" He said that this was not his normal style, but his bitch wanted him to dress up and take her out to dinner. He asked Scott if he minded that he was borrowing his clothes, Scott looked around at the surrounding and intimidating bikers, and was lying when he told him no that he didn't mind. He did not want to receive another beating. Raffo asked him how much he paid for the suit, and Scott meekly replied $1500. Raffo was impressed. "Well how much were the shoes then," as he twisted his leg in the air to show off his new style. Scott quietly said, "Those are $1200 John Lobbs. "Son of a bitch'" Raffo exclaimed. He could not comprehend spending that much money on clothes. He extended his arms and said that he felt the clothes and shoes looked better on him than on Scott and asked him if he agreed. Scott humiliatingly agreed but was lying again when he said that the clothes looked better on him. Raffo got in Scott's face, looked him straight in the eyes and asked him then he wouldn't mind if he kept them as a "donation for the cause". Scott screamed out, "Hell no." It was one thing to borrow them for a couple of hours, but he couldn't keep them. He needed his clothes so that he could get to the wedding. Raffo said that it was a shame that he would throw his entire career out the window over a simple suit. He reminded Scott of the incriminating pictures and said that George Overby would be very interested in them. How in the hell did Raffo know that George Overby was his boss? The wind got sucked out of Scott's chest. Scott looked around at his surroundings. His body was reeling from physical and sexual abuse. He was overwhelmed and had no other choice but to tell Raffo that he wanted him to have his clothes. Raffo said, "Shoes too? They won't do you much good if you don't have any clothes." Scott had just bought those shoes two days ago. He loved those shoes. He looked down at them on Raffo's feet and said, "Yes, you can have my shoes too". Raffo asked Scott if he was sure that he wanted to give away his stuff. The bikers glared at Scott from the sidelines but said nothing. Scott said out loud, "If you let me go, you can have my clothes and shoes." Fuck, he just gave his clothes away. He had no other choice. What was he going to wear? This fucker had robbed him of his cash and jewelry and had now stolen his clothes. His head was spinning, and he couldn't focus but he knew that he was going to have to find something to wear and get the hell out of there. Raffo told him that was very generous of him to give him his clothes. He told Scott that he drove a hard bargain, but they had a deal. Raffo was not much at keeping his word.
The passenger door opened, and the girlfriend named Ginger, got out and approached Scott. She was wearing an extremely tight and extremely short gold dress with matching gold high heels. She got in Scott's face as she said, "So this is the faggot". She ran her hand up and down Scott's naked chest. She smoothly twirled Scott's dick, finally playing and stroking it. Scott was still fucked up and high, so it did nothing for him. His shriveled dick hung in disgrace. "You're right Raffi, he is a fag", she blurted out. I'll bet he likes to dress in ladies clothing. This gave Raffo an idea. If Scott couldn't make it as a male whore, he would dress him up in drag and pimp his ass out as a woman. He was picturing the feminized Scott with a long blonde wig and high heels. He would add him to his stable of hos that walked the city streets. He explained the situation to Scott who immediately lowered his head in shame.
Raffo noticed a car pulling into the lot that didn't belong there. He could spot one a mile away. He told the boys to tie Scott up and gag him behind the dumpster. Some rope appeared and his hands were tied behind his back. His ankles were pushed together and quickly tied. He was forced to the ground and his ankles were hogtied to his wrists. They shoved a dirty bandana into his mouth and secured it with a smaller piece of rope that was wrapped around his head. They covered his eyes with another bandana. Raffo went back into the bar to investigate. There were 2 young men talking to Maude and asking a lot of questions. One of them kept starring at Raffo. He finally came over to Raffo, introduced himself as Ben, and said that they were looking for a friend of theirs who must have gotten lost. They wanted to know if they had seen their friend named Scott. Ben could not help but notice that the tie that Raffo was wearing looked a lot like the tie that he had given Scott last year for Christmas. And that sure looked like the Rolex watch that Scott was so proud of. Raffo said that they didn't get many visitors around there, mostly local folks. Surely, he would have noticed if a stranger had stopped in the bar. He took Ben's phone number and said that he would call if he found him wandering around. Ben and his buddy headed out, but when they looked to the side of the bar, it looked like Scott's car was parked there. Things just weren't adding up. Raffo balled up Ben's number and threw the paper in the trash.
As soon as the visitors drove off, Raffo went out the back door and Maude was behind him with a bag of trash for the dumpster. Maude said, Well, well, what do we have here." When she looked at Raffo dressed smartly in a new suit, and Scott naked on the ground it didn't take her long to figure it out. Raffo said that they were just having some fun. She looked at Scott and asked him if was ok. He just starred at her, and before he could answer, she just laughed and said that boys will be boys. As she turned to go back to the bar, she yelled out, "And for Christ Sake, put some clothes on him". Several of the bikers in unison, meekly replied. "Yes Ma'am".
They quickly untied Scott and removed the bandana from his mouth. Raffo said something to the youngest biker and he went to the other side of the dumpster. When he returned, he was carrying his worn white BVDs in his hand. He gave them to Scott, who quickly pulled them on. Raffo motioned for him to follow him back into the bar and do as he was told. The slut headed to the bar for a drink, while Raffo grabbed Scott and took him back into the bathroom. Scott shook his head from side to side and said, "NO. No more". He couldn't take anymore. No more pain. No more abuse. He screamed out, "STOP! Police! Help Me! Help!" Raffo slapped him hard across his pretty face and told him to shut the fuck up. He was going to teach him a few things. He told him that the boys had only loosened him up. It was now time for his education. He was going to learn how to satisfy a man.
Scott was pushed to his knees on the dirty bathroom floor. Once again, his mouth was ravaged, this time by Raffo's throbbing cock. Raffo knew that the boys had broken him in, and he wanted Scott to get used to having a cock in his mouth or his ass. He was convinced that he could turn this handsome straight man into a money-making cock sucker. Scott's head was still spinning from the earlier drugs and alcohol. He couldn't get his thoughts together. He was confused about his first time male to male sexual encounters. His drooling cock was also confused. Raffo spun him around and slowly but methodically pushed his cock towards Scott's ravaged hole. He put his arms around Scott and pulled him closer. Another strange and new feeling for Scott. Once again, Scott felt the pain as the throbbing cock slowly entered his ass. It kept marching forward until Scott could feel Raffo's hairy bush up against his body. He rhythmically penetrated him to the point that the pain was running up and down his spine. Scott whimpered in pain. Raffo yelled at him and told him to take it like a man. The pain subsided and was replaced by a warm sensual sensation. Raffo easily dumped his warm load of man jizz inside of Scott. Scott was having strange new feelings and felt warmly satisfied. Raffo wanted to make a point that this was simply a job for Scott and there would be no emotion or feelings involved. He slugged him in the stomach and slapped him around the bathroom. He pulled him by his hair and forced him to look at himself in the mirror. He told him to focus on the client and not on himself. A whore's job is to make the other man satisfied. He explained to Scott that he was going to have to work faster and concentrate if he was going to work for him. Scott was in a state of confusion. He didn't need a job. He had a job making 6 figures. What was this guy thinking? In his current state of confusion and exhaustion, nothing made sense to Scott.
Scott fell to the floor and sobbed mercilessly. He was a man in his prime. How could he let another man take control of his life so easily? Why was he being beaten and abused? Raffo popped another pill in his mouth and told him to snap out of it. He pulled him to his feet and ordered him to stand up straight. This would not be easy for Scott in his current state of mind. He slapped Scott squarely in the face and explained that he was going to have to learn how to follow orders. He punched Scott's drooling cock and told him that he was going to have to learn how to control himself. He forced Scott into a standing position. This is the way he would stand in Raffo's presence. Legs apart, shoulders back, head straight, hands together behind his back. Scott assumed the position. Scott remembered the drill from his military school training. Raffo noticed Scott's physique and was impressed even if it was a little sloppy from the drugs.
As Raffo turned to walk out of the bathroom, he noticed himself in the mirror. He had ruffled his appearance during the scuffle. He ordered Scott to straighten him. Scott ran his hands across the finely tailored suit. He brushed out the wrinkles and straightened his tie. He had been robbed of his clothes and money and was contemplating revenge. Raffo told him that he was going to have to polish his shoes which snapped Scott out of his thoughts, "With your underwear, Stupid". Scott removed the tighty whities he was wearing and used them to polish his expensive new shoes which were now on Raffo's feet. It didn't get any lower than this. Scott couldn't believe how quickly he had lost control of his life. When he was finished, he put the filthy underwear back on and followed Raffo back out into the bar.
Raffo said to Scott, "One more thing, Princess. It is obvious that you are a bigger Queer than I thought. Your secret is going to be harder to keep than I first thought, and its going to cost you some more money. I am going to need some more cash if I am going to keep these pictures quiet." Scott cried out that he didn't have any more money. Raffo had taken everything he had. Raffo thought for a minute and searched inside of Scotts wallet, finding a Platinum VISA card and an American Express card. He told Scott not to worry. The cards would cover his debt. He knew that Scott would be indisposed for the next couple of hours, he had Scotts id, and the way he was dressed, no one would question him. He and his girl Ginger could go out dining and shopping compliments of Scotts credit cards.
Raffo couldn't wait to display his success in front of his associates (friends or foes). He looked good, he had cash in his pocket and credit cards to buy anything he wanted. Most of all, Ginger, would be ecstatic knowing that she could have anything that she wanted. It was going to be a great night.