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In the Wrong Place - Part 3
Back in the bar, Raffo told Scott that he was enjoying their newfound friendship. He felt like they were long, lost brothers. Scott looked at him like he was crazy. Raffo said, "Come on, let's have some fun, Fag. You a gambling man?" Scott cried out, "NO". Raffo didn't care, he kept on, "Come on I'll flip you. Let's flip a coin, what do you have?" Scott cried out that he didn't have anything, Raffo had taken it all. Raffo said that's not true. He had ransacked Scott's car and found the Italian Espresso maker that was in the back. It was the wedding gift that he had bought for $5,000. Raffo had ripped off the fine wrapping paper and uncovered the gift. He was planning on keeping it anyway but wanted to have some fun with Scott. He pulled a coin out of his pocket and asked Scott to call it. Scott realized it was no use to resist and said, "Heads". Since Raffo was a professional cheat, he knew just how to put his thumb under the coin to land the way he wanted, and the coin went up in the air and came down on tails. Scott wasn't surprised and thought, this can't be happening. Raffo said, "Thanks for the fancy coffee pot, Fag."
Scott yelled at Raffo, "Stop calling me Fag. I am not a Fag. Just give me my clothes and car and let me leave." Raffo laughed at him and said, "You are standing in a bar bare assed naked and just got fucked by six men. If that's not a Fag, I don't know what is."
Raffo said that he would give Scott another chance. The best deal of his life. He would put up the fancy coffee pot, his wallet and credit cards, his cell phone with all the pictures, he would throw in his tricked- out Harley and the best part was that Scott could walk out of the bar with his clothes on. All Scott had to put up was that fine automobile that he was driving. Raffo said that's a square bet. Scott once again called Raffo a maniac and said he wasn't interested in the motorcycle or his rigged games. Raffo didn't care. He said shake on it and grabbed Scott's hand to confirm the bet. Scott's resistance was futile. Raffo flipped the coin again and of course, Scott lost. Raffo said, "OH Fag. You are such a loser. You just lost your fancy BMW. I'll bet that cost you a lot of money. Such a shame that you are so unlucky. People like you shouldn't bet. If I were you, I would stay away from Vegas, cause you got shit for luck." Scott was dazed when Raffo just happened to have the car registration in his pocket. He found it in the glove box. He put the form on the table, and said, "Oh well. Easy come, easy go." He put a pen on the table and said, "Sign it over. It's mine now." Scott said NO WAY; he wasn't that stupid. He was going to the police and intended on pressing charges. Raffo said, "Oh you stupid little faggot," and gave Scott a sharp chop to the back which immediately dropped him to the floor. He used his booted foot to stomp and kick Scott in the crotch, stomach and back. Scott started sobbing again and pleaded for Raffo to stop. He would sign it over. Scott's hand shook as he signed away his $100,000 car. Raffo said, "You know I think that I will paint it red with yellow pin strips and darken the windows. Maybe some new 20- inch chrome wheels will make it look nice. Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Raffo grabbed his bitch Ginger and headed out the door, leaving Scott standing in a trance. They were going out to enjoy a nice steak dinner with lots of booze and then some shopping. They walked out the door and hopped into what used to be Scotts BMW and sped off at a high rate of speed leaving tread marks in the parking lot. Before he left, Raffo gave Ace some instructions. Ace grabbed Scott and ushered him into the back room. Scott tried to explain to Ace that he had someplace that he needed to be. He argued that he needed to be released NOW! He pleaded that if he was let go now, he would not involve the police, he promised to remain quiet. Ace slapped him hard across the face. "Listen bitch, you have no clothes, no phone, no money and no car. You can't go anywhere. Right now, you need us." Scott's heart was racing as he realized he was not leaving anytime soon. He felt one of the bikers pick up his arm and stick a needle in it. They slipped another pill into his mouth and soon Scott was hallucinating into another world. He was speaking gibberish as they walked him out the back door and loaded him into the back of a van.
Scott was taken to the chop shop garage where the gang worked. He was tied spread eagle onto one of the worktables. When he started to come around, they popped another pill in his mouth which rendered him motionless. Another one of the gang's bitches showed up with her utility bag. She went to work immediately on Scott's body, doing the work that Raffo had ordered. The first thing that Raffo had ordered was the removal of his beautiful and perfectly trimmed hair. Raffo was very jealous and wanted his head shaved. First, she used the electric clippers which sent big thick clumps of his hair falling to the floor. Then she lathered his head and used a razor to shave it. She repeated the process on his entire body. He was shaved from head to toes, including his pits, cock and balls and his ass. She pierced his right ear and glued a silver hoop earring in it. The mark of a fag. She pierced his left ear and inserted a stainless knob. This way when Raffo wanted to feminize Scott he would have both ears pierced and ready. She pierced both of his nipples and put silver bars through them. She pierced his nostrils and inserted a silver hoop through his nose. Finally, she pierced his left eyebrow and put a silver barbell through it. A tattoo artist showed up and put PROPERTY OF RAFFO on his right shoulder. On his back was placed the skull and cross bones. He was now an unconditional member of this biker clan. As if he could not be robbed of anything else, Scott had now been robbed of his manly good looks.
Several hours later Scott woke up from his deep sleep. He couldn't figure out where he was, or how he got there. His body was feeling strange sensations. He touched his face and felt the piercings. He felt the leather collar that had been locked around his neck and the dog tags that identified him as owned property. He touched his leg and it was baby soft. It had been completely shaved. The other leg was the same way. He panicked when he touched his chest and it was smooth. He slowly raised his hands to touch his head and got the shock of his life. His head was now as smooth as a bowling ball. He looked down at his feet and screamed when he saw that his toenails had been painted bright red. How was he going to return to work on Monday looking like this?
He started screaming at the top of his lungs. He tugged on the piercings and couldn't pull them off. He was freaking out because he couldn't remember anything. He didn't know how his body had gotten shaved because his memory was hazy. This was a nightmare. He made such a commotion that he gained the attention of others. The door opened and in walked Raffo and Ace. This was the first time that Raffo had seen Scott since the changes. He pulled Scott to his feet and examined his entire body. "Perfect," he exclaimed. "You are the perfect cock sucker." Scott screamed out that he was no cock sucker. Raffo drug him over to a mirror and spun him around. "Your body says otherwise, faggot. Your body and everything you once had is mine now. Shut the fuck up and enjoy your new life. In fact, you will have a new name. Since you look like a peanut, that will be your name from now on." Scott was devastated. This was a robbery that had gotten out of hand. How could he have let this happen? How could he not notice or feel anything? His body was still in pain from the work that had been done. Raffo was beaming. He particular admired the club's colors on his back. He high fived Ace and gave him a big bear hug for a job well done. His new whore boy was ready for work.
Scott could not help but notice the new Caiman Alligator boots on Raffo's feet. He had on a pair of new Italian leather pants. There was a thick solid gold chain around his right wrist and on his head was an expensive new Stetson cowboy hat. Combined with Ginger's new purchases they managed to set Scott's credit cards back $8,000. American Express had texted Scott to alert him of potential fraud on the account, but since Raffo had the phone it was easy for him to approve the transactions. But this would be only the beginning. They would keep using the credit cards until they maxed them out at their limit.
"Come on, Peanut, I'm taking you home," said Raffo. He motioned for Scott to put on his new wardrobe. They had bought him a pair of tight, pink booty shorts that left nothing to the imagination. They were so short that Scotts cock was clearly visible. He had a mid-chest length wife beater that had "Sissy" in silver sequins across the back. For his feet he was given a pair of pink flip flops from the dollar store. Scott scrambled to pull them on. It was all he had. He felt like a whore and now he looked like one. When they got to Scott's car, Raffo opened the trunk and told him to get in. Scott had a confused look on his face. Raffo told him that he was just hired help and could not ride with him up front. There is no way that he could be seen with Scott riding with him. Scott looked around, realizing that he was outnumbered, and started to climb into the trunk. Raffo reached into his pocket and pulled out Scott's ATM card. "One more thing my little Peanut, I'm going to need the pin." Scott said "No, no. I can't do that." Scott kept thinking about the charges to his credit cards and was wondering how he was going to explain it. He thought about his prized BMW and how the insurance company wouldn't cover it since he "voluntarily" signed it over to Raffo. He thought about his clothes, and most of all he thought about his appearance. He was not going to let this continue. This was not a simple robbery anymore. It was over the top and he had to put a stop to it. Raffo gave the signal and Ace got on one side of Scott and another biker got on the other side. They secured his arms behind his back and held him up. Raffo slapped him hard which left a stinging bruise across his face and gave him a bloody nose. This was in addition to the black eye he had received earlier. He jabbed his knee into Scotts crotch which forced him to double over in pain. One thick jab to the stomach knocked the air out of him and gave him some bruised, possibly cracked ribs. Raffo said that he could go on like this all night. Scott yelled, "Stop" and realized that he was defeated. He had no choice but to give Raffo the number. Raffo smiled and said, "Smart little faggot." Raffo would soon begin a slow and steady drain on the account.
Raffo's house was down a secluded dirt road in the woods. Bouncing around in the trunk aggravated the pain in Scott's body. He had been badly beaten. The piercings and tats ached all over. When Raffo finally opened the truck and Scott crawled out, he begged Raffo for another one of those pills. Raffo said, "Not now, Peanut. You've got work to do." Scott yelled back that his name wasn't Peanut. Raffo promptly raised his fist and slapped Scott, knocking him backwards and leaving a handprint on the other side of his face. The pain was stinging. Raffo told Scott that his training would be more stringent than the military. From now on he would speak only when spoken to. When asked a question, he would reply with Sir, yes Sir. The word NO would not be in his vocabulary. Raffo was a Dessert Storm vet and he ran his operation with military precision. His training plan for Scott would be no-nonsense, intense training. After giving Scott his final orders Raffo said, "Respect. You have to respect your superiors. You got that . . . Peanut?" Scott put his head down and simply said, "yes Sir." He was almost to the point where he didn't care anymore.
He ordered Scott to unload the car of all the cases of liquor and beer that he had bought using Scott's credit cards. There were also bags of clothes and shoes for both Raffo and Ginger. Scott had to make a dozen trips back and forth to finally get everything into the house.
Raffo got Scott into the bedroom and told him that he was going to help undress him. Scott was humiliated that he not only had to undress Raffo, but it was expensive new clothes that Scott had paid for. He knew that those new boots cost around $2,000. They had put a $1 pair of flip flops on him. It just wasn't right. It was his money. He removed the jacket, tie and shirt and could not help noticing Raffo's firm chest and strong masculine arms. He had never had feelings like this before and couldn't understand it now. Raffo ordered him to give him a shoulder massage and without hesitating, Scott began kneading his shoulders, back and arms. He had never touched a man in this manner before. He couldn't understand why it felt so good. Raffo ordered Scott to remove his new boots and socks. Scott inhaled the aroma of new leather and stinky feet. Raffo dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Scott thought about grabbing the clothes and running out the door, but he was brought back to reality when Raffo ordered him to massage his legs and feet. Once again, Scott felt the sensation of touching and rubbing Raffo's masculine body. He was aware that he could not stand up to this Alpha male and just knew that if he tried to fight him, he would be crushed. Raffo's physical and psychological training was working. Scott was beginning to slide into his subservient role as Raffo's bitch and street whore. Scott was facing and admiring Raffo's 8-inch cock when Raffo snapped him back to reality by saying it was ok for him to suck it. Scott politely declined by saying that he was not interested. Raffo raised his fist and said it wasn't a suggestion, it was an order and Scott, fearing another beating, jumped on the cock and began slurping away. Raffo said, "Don't tell me you're not a cocksucker. I heard about you and the boys this afternoon." This quickly brought back memories of his abuse and rape in the bathroom this afternoon. He felt ashamed and degraded as he thought about having another cock in his mouth. He was able to bring Raffo's cock to full mast and Raffo responded by getting him up on his back and pulled his legs in the air. He roughly worked some lube into Scott's still aching hole and was able to quickly and easily slide his throbbing rod inside of Scott's stretched hole. Raffo did a painful twist to the silver rod in Scott's right nipple as he worked his ass and Scott's own dick was soon coming to attention. It was rock hard and leaking some serious precum. Scott was embarrassed. Surely, he could not be enjoying this, but what was this sensation? Raffo was able to develop a quick rhythm, and even though he was trying to pace himself, he could not contain his pleasures. He hollered out and then pumped at least 8 hot loads into Scott's gut. Scott could feel the warm rush inside of him. His own cock trembled, and he shot a load all over his own chest without him even touching his cock. He was embarrassed and ashamed because he was with another man. He used to be confident that he was 100% heterosexual, now he wasn't so sure.
"Hey Peanut, you act like you didn't enjoy that, but your cock says otherwise. Good job. By the end of the week you'll be begging for any ole cock to suck. Scott was shivering and humiliated at the abuse. He was confused about his feelings. He was ready to snuggle up in the bed, under the covers, and get a good night's sleep. Raffo quashed those thoughts when he pointed to the floor and told Scott that's where he would be sleeping. Just like a dog, except the dog had a bed and a blanket, Scott had nothing. He ordered Scott to remove his clothes, fold them up and put them away. Raffo attached a chain from the bed to the collar around Scott's neck. He wanted to make sure that Scott had no thoughts about leaving during the night. He curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed and went to sleep. It didn't take long for him to doze off, because he was mentally and physically exhausted.