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In the Wrong Place - Part 5
Several days later, Scott was feeling better and Raffo had decided that it was time for him to get to work. Scott noticed that Raffo was now walking around with a large wad of cash in his pocket that he had accumulated from his daily stops at the ATM as he drained Scott's account. Raffo also had a nice bank account balance now thanks to the transfers from Scotts savings account. Scott tried and tried to figure a way out of this predicament, but it was hard because he was constantly high from the drugs and pills that were given to him. He was kept in a state of euphoria which meant he had no cares or thoughts about anything else.
As Scott was able to walk around Raffo's house he noticed new things. Like a pile of his clothes and shoes in a corner of the bedroom. In the living room were stacked up a laptop computer, flat screen tvs, and electronics all taken from Scotts apartment. On the front porch, his 10-speed bike was leaning up against the wall. While Scott was out, they had taken a truck to his place and relieved it of valuables. They had gotten the address from his driver's license. Scott had worked hard to buy many nice things, and now they were being taken away from him. He received the shock of his life when he noticed a real estate listing on the table. It was for his condo being sold completely furnished. He vaguely remembered signing the power of attorney which gave Raffo the right to transfer and sell his property. Scott was on a slow steady decline. Once Raffo had taken all that he could from Scott, and his body was worn out and useless, he would be put out on the street - destitute and homeless - with no money and/or possessions to his name. Scott couldn't see that far ahead. He was going to have to start producing big money by using his body. Raffo's training and mind tricks were playing havoc with Scott's brain. He was so confused that his only goal was short term survival. He was just trying to make it through each day.
Raffo had made arrangements with Maude, owner of the bar, for Scott to wait on tables, take orders and serve beers. She wouldn't even have to pay him. It was a win-win situation for everyone except Scott. Scott approached his first table to take their order and the 3 bikers just glared at him. One of them slipped his hand under Scotts shorts and played with his cock. The second one put his hand down the back of Scotts shorts and played with his ass. It wasn't long before one of his fingers was inside of his hole. Scott had no choice but to stand there and take the abuse. He noticed Raffo standing in the corner watching him. He was wearing one of Scott's fine Italian suits with a new pair of cowboy boots that he hadn't seen before. He had that look in his eyes where he was ready to kick Scott's ass at any minute. The third biker just starred at Scott. He kept his eyes focused on him. Scott didn't talk, act or walk like a faggot, but he sure was dressed like one. When he couldn't take it anymore, the biker finally let loose a big loogie which hit Scott squarely in the face. He told Scott that he didn't like queers. Scott started to explain, but then just gave up. It was no use, they were not going to believe him, and besides they really didn't care.
Eventually, with Raffo's urging, the first biker took Scott into the bathroom and had Scott blow him. When he was finished, he handed Raffo a $10 bill. This went on for the rest of the night, as Scott sucked off or got fucked by the bikers. Even the biker chicks would play with Scotts cock or nipples. They loved his smooth body. Scott had never been so humiliated. He knew it was not right, but he was high from the drugs and booze. He was the life of the party and didn't realize it. It didn't take long before he had earned a couple of hundred dollars. Raffo was beaming with joy.
Towards the end of the night he approached a table to take their order. He could barely function, as his speech was slurred, his vision was blurred and had trouble standing up straight. He was filthy from spending so much time on the bathroom floor. He still had a black eye and bruised ribs. He had dark circles around both eyes and had quickly lost about 20 pounds since he hadn't been eating. He had lost his flip flops at some point and was now walking around the bar in his bare feet. He glanced up at their faces and was surprised to see his best friend Ben sitting in the booth with 3 other friends. His friends did not recognize him at first. They were shocked when they figured out that they were looking at Scott. Ben hollered out, "Scott. What the fuck. What happened to you. What happened to your face? Look at your body and you're dressed like a fag." Scott's eyes rolled back in his head. He was in a daze. He was emotionless and kept his head down. He was in another world. Their best friend had been beaten, was dressed up in this queer outfit and waiting tables in a skank bar. The boys could not believe what they were looking at. The guys told Scott they were going to get him out of there, grabbed him by the arms and headed for the door. They were stopped by Raffo and his gang, who had the exit blocked. Raffo remembered Ben from his visit to the bar before when he was looking for Scott. Ben noticed that one had a baseball bat, another one had a knife and there was at least one pistol. They were outnumbered in more ways than one.
Raffo ordered Scott to empty their pockets and take their valuables. He told Ace to take off his boot and give it to Scott to fill. Scott's mind spun around because he knew it wasn't right and these were his best friends. But didn't want to risk another beating. Scott walked over to Ben and fished his cell phone out of his pocket and put it in the boot. He found his wallet and dropped it in also. He pulled out some cash and car keys. Raffo motioned for the watch and Scott pulled it off his wrist. Ben couldn't believe that his best friend was robbing him. Scott just kept his eyes lowered and finished the job. He did not want to risk making Raffo mad. When the boot was full, Ace pulled of his other boot and Scott continued the job. Both boots were now full of cash, jewelry, cell phones, and wallets. Ace spoke up and said he needed a pair of shoes. He liked the trainers that Ben was wearing and wanted them. He ordered Scott to get them for him. Scott got down on the floor in front of Ben and gently removed his left shoe. He repeated the process with the right shoe and handed both to Ace, who quickly put them on his feet.
There were grumblings among the other bikers. They each wanted something too. They all looked to Raffo for approval who finally gave the nod. The bikers eagerly jumped on the four boys stealing what ever they could grab. When they had finished, two of the boys were bare naked, and Ben and one other were in their boxers. Raffo laughed and told Scott to finish the job. Scott went up to Ben, and without emotion pulled his boxers down and removed them. He repeated the process on the other boy. Now, all four boys were butt naked and getting their hands secured behind their back. Scott apologized profusely and said that he had no choice. The boys were shaking and scared.
Raffo ordered Scott to get the keys and drive Ben's car to their garage. He told another one of the bikers named Andre to go with Scott and keep an eye on him. The boys were loaded into the back of Raffo's van and driven to a secluded warehouse. He told the rest of the gang that they were going to party tonight. It would be the biggest party of the year. Raffo gave instructions for the liquor, beer and party supplies and told everyone to meet up at the warehouse.
They arrived at the warehouse and Bens hands were re-secured over his head and held in the air by a rope that was thrown over a beam. This left his naked body exposed and vulnerable. Raffo's anger surfaced when he pulled out a flogger and went to work on Ben's body. Again, and again, he whipped Ben's chest, crotch, and thighs. Ben screamed out in pain. Raffo asked him why he needed to stick his nose where it didn't belong. Ben's body had shifted color to a brilliant red. He was covered with welts and bruises. He turned Ben around and spanked his back and ass. He used his thick leather belt to inflict more pain. Ben begged him to stop. He cried out as he apologized to Raffo for interfering with his business. Raffo had the fury of hell in his eyes as he told Ben that he was going to kill him. Ben pleaded for his life and told him that he would do anything that Raffo wanted. Ben did not want to die. Raffo asked Ben which one of his legs would he prefer to have broken. Ben screamed, "Please don't hurt me." Raffo asked Ben which one of friends did he like the least. He would kill him instead. Again, Ben screamed out, "NO, NO, NO." Raffo had Ben right where he wanted him - scared and fearful.
For the rest of the night, the bikers partied like animals. The boys were their sex slaves and were abused accordingly. All four boys had lived sheltered lives and never dreamed of anyone being treated the way that they were. They were forced to suck the nasty cocks of the bikers. They had to lick their foul ass holes. They were fucked and beaten. When one of them complained, he was beaten harder. It was a long night for the terrified boys. Finally, when the sun was coming up, the boys were dumped and locked inside of a storage area and the bikers passed out.
The next day Raffo told Ben that it was time for him to prove himself. He gave him a list of items that he wanted and had Ace take him to the mall where he would execute a shoplifting scheme. Ben would be expected to lift several items which were expensive and could be easily pawned. If Ben failed to complete the task, or alerted authorities, the other three boys would be hurt. Since Ben had no idea of the location of the warehouse, it would not have done any good if he had contacted the police, and besides Ace was not letting him out of his sight. The first item was an expensive ladies' bracelet that he told the clerk he wanted to get for his mother's birthday. When the clerk turned her back, he switched the bracelet with a cheaper one and put the expensive one in his pocket. Ben had never stolen anything in his life. In fact, he had never committed a crime before and now he was a petty thief. He also stole two watches and a diamond necklace. Ben was nervous and sweating profusely as he completed the task. Ace noticed the store detective was suspicious of Ben and went over to him and told him that they were leaving. He was done for the day and together they headed back to the garage. Tomorrow they would head out in a different direction to for additional items. While Scott was alone with the quiet biker, Andre, they had an interesting and shocking conversation. Andre introduced himself as an undercover DEA agent. He explained that he was working on bringing Raffo and the gang down. With Scott's help he could finish the job. Scott shook his head and said no that he was not up to the job. Andre told Scott that he had been observing him and was convinced that he was smart enough and strong enough to do it. He just needed to clear his head, stop taking the drugs and plan for the takeover. He already had the respect of his fellow bikers because of his hard work and dedication.
When Ace and Ben returned from their shoplifting spree and while the boys were being prepared for their afternoon fuck, Scott got up the nerve to put their plan in action. He approached Raffo and told him that he was unhappy with the setup. He wanted jeans and boots like the rest of the bikers, and he wanted a cut of the take from the drug sales. Raffo just laughed at him and told him to shut the fuck up. Scott said that he was dead serious and walked up to Raffo and slapped him hard across the face. Everyone including Raffo, the entire gang, as well as the boys who were observing, were startled. Andre nodded for him to continue. Scott said that he was not going to be his pussy anymore. Raffo stood up, pulled a knife from his boot, and was prepared to hurt Scott. Scott took a deep breath and before Raffo could react, pounced on him knocking the knife out of his hand. Raffo was stunned as Scott beat the shit out of him. The gang, always up for a good fight, quietly watched from the sidelines. They were secretly rooting for Scott, the underdog, but did not want to commit in case he lost. Raffo was struggling and a swift hard jab from Scott's right fist was able to knock the wind out of him. He collapsed in pain while the bikers cheered Scott to victory. Scott was struggling from the fight but found new strength from the encouragement of the crowd. He walked over and picked up the knife from the floor and approached Raffo from the back. He held up Raffo's ponytail and used the knife to slice it off. He held the ponytail high in the air as a prized trophy. The crowd roared with cheers shouting, "Peanut, Peanut, Peanut." Scott raised Raffo's leg in the air and pulled his right boot off followed by the sock. Raffo was still out of breath and could not defend himself. Scott threw his leg with the now bare foot down hard and Raffo winced in pain. Scott picked up his left leg and was able to easily pull the boot off his foot and again followed by the sock. Raffo was glaring at Scott as the assault continued. Scott was able to unhook his belt, open his jeans, and grabbing them by both legs pull them off. Raffo, getting some strength back, tried to stand but Scott was easily able to kick him back down. Scott pulled his tee shirt over his head leaving him only in his boxer briefs. He extended an arm to help Raffo to his feet. Raffo was still exhausted from the beating and was caught off guard when Scott swiftly pulled the boxers to the floor exposing Raffo's shriveled and tiny cock. The crowd roared with laughter. Scott kicked Raffo and he easily fell to the floor. Piece by piece, Scott picked up the articles of clothing and got dressed. Raffo was defeated and could only watch as Scott pulled on each sock and boot. The ultimate humiliation, Scott was now wearing Raffo's boots. He adjusted the clothing and strutted around the room. He went back over to Raffo and pulled off the Rolex watch and put it back on his wrist where it belonged. He slapped his head forward and removed the gold chain from around his neck. He ripped the earring from Raffo's ear and threw it across the room. Raffo was pissed. He couldn't understand why he couldn't defend himself against this little punk. No one including Raffo had seen Andre slip the pill into Raffo's beer which hindered his ability to defend himself. Scott used his now booted foot to push Raffo's head to the floor and the crowd cheered.
Andre and another biker pulled Raffo to his feet and secured his hands behind his back. They took a marker and wrote FAG on his forehead. They wrote PUSSY on his back. They marched him around the room before they secured him to a post. Scott released Ben and his friends and made them promise not to alert the authorities. He explained that he had a job to finish. Scott told them where their clothes and valuables were being kept. The boys got dressed, hopped in their car, and sped off. Scott worked quickly. He told the gang that they could have their way with the now drugged and defenseless Raffo. The biggest and ugliest of all the bikers stepped forward and said he was going first. He had been waiting for the day to get even. He would use his 9-inch cock to rip Raffo's ass apart. Every time Raffo would scream out with pain, someone would fill his mouth with piss. While most of the gang was abusing Raffo, Scott and Andre went to work. Andre had a couple of the guys help him load the truck with Scott's possessions. If there was any doubt about ownership, they took it anyway. They were able to recover all of Scott's possessions and more. Everything was returned to Scotts apartment. Scott went to work transferring all Raffo's cash to his account which was more than enough to cover his losses. He would soon be able to cancel the power of attorney and cancel the transfers of his securities and properties. He was able to recover his cell phone and laptop computer which allowed him to inform his many friends and family that he was ok.
When his bosses found out that he had been assisting in bringing down a large and powerful drug operation, they rewarded him with a promotion and large salary increase. His hair quickly grew back, and he was undergoing trips to the dermatologist to erase the tattoos. The big difference was that these days he was not the materialistic person that he once was. He didn't care about the fancy suits or fine shoes. He still maintained a couple of suits for work, but otherwise he preferred simple plaid flannel shirts with jeans and nameless trainers. The insurance company covered the losses on his car, but he replaced it with a two-year-old pickup truck. He sold his fancy condo and bought a small secluded house on the outskirts of town. He was not interested in meeting other people; he kept to himself.
That's why it was a surprise to everyone when he met someone. He never expected to meet a firefighter in the lumber department at Home Depot while he was fixing up his new house. He never thought that he would ever exchange second glances with another man. He certainly never expected to exchange phone numbers with another man, and he even surprised himself when he agreed to meet him. Scotts experience had changed his outlook on life and opened his mind to new possibilities. The two men had a lot in common besides their handsome good looks; so much that a lot of people assumed they were brothers. Scott had fallen in love with another man. They were living together and physically, emotionally and socially they were perfect for each other.
Raffo was sentenced to time in a federal prison. He spent his days working with a mop and a scrub brush. Nights were spent servicing the needs of his cell-mate Leroy Jones, one of the biggest, badest prisoners in the jail. When Leroy had spotted Raffo on his first day in the yard, he bribed the guards into putting Raffo into his cell. Raffo quickly learned how to give a blow job and to take a cock up the ass. Leroy wanted the other prisoners to know that he had a bitch and would frequently share Raffo's services with the other black men in the prison. Raffo would be passed from cell to cell. He was getting fucked and beaten daily. His life sucked. He had no friends and no support group. The other Latinos in the prison despised him because of his mixing with the black men. Raffo was faced with 10 years of hell. He knew that when he was released, he would have no money, no friends and no where to go. He most likely would be forced to return to work on the farm in western Puerto Rico with his family. He didn't realize that when they saw his new tattoos and heard about his reputation as a cock sucker in prison from the other prisoners, that they too would disown him and throw him to the streets.
Karma is a bitch.