PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY.ORG
Nifty.org needs your support in order to continue providing stories like this one without charge. PLEASE DONATE whatever you can. Details on how you can do that, at the end.
Thank you.
This is an original piece of fiction.
If you are under 18, you should stop right here.
This story contains a abusive relationship between a sadistic boss and his masochistic subordinate.
I would love to receive your comments and feedback, and your fantasies as well, if you would like to share them with me. Please email me at nifty_addict@yahoo.com
Sam Nifty
MASTER SARGE AND HIS TRASH PIG
"Is that how you clean the kitchen counter?" ROD spoke in a soft, yet a menacingly baritone.
He picked up the unopened beer can that was lying next to him and flung it at FRED. FRED was on all fours cleaning the floor in the hallway.
The can hit him on his shoulder, narrowly missing his face... he winced - the missile had hurt him. He stopped - waited for the next command.
"Bring me back the FUCKING can, PIG," ROD shouted again.
He promptly stood up, picked up the can and placed it next to ROD on the counter.
"I am sorry SIR, I will clean the counter once again MASTER SARGE," he said respectfully.
The kitchen countertop had been transformed, from the filthy mess it was earlier to a sparkling clean top. But ROD with his hawk like eyes and devious intent had found some reason to shout at and bully FRED.
ROD was sitting on a bar stool. He grabbed the TRASH PIG by his balls, "I want the job done well ... or I'll press these so hard you will be singing in falsetto for the rest of your life." Obviously ROD didn't know, that at 34 years, it was too late for FRED to turn falsetto for the rest of his life.
TRASH PIG FRED FRANCO... FRED was the man-in-charge at Gray Action Force, a private security agency - or at least till ROD joined the organization. FRED had been in the army but was discharged dishonorably for using excessive physical force and corporal punishment on his subordinates. He had beaten one of the juniors so badly that he was admitted to the Intensive Care Unit of the Hospital for a week. Now at Gray's there was no one to control FRED. His juniors lived in mortal fear of him. He enjoyed seeing the look of fear in their eyes. He loved to play favorites. One of the younger men, generally with a gorgeous body was his temporary favorites. FRED wasn't homosexual however. He enjoyed going to the strip clubs frequently, with the young favorite of the month. He loved FUKING whores and humping his wife every night. He played it rough and FUKED really hard with his 8 inch COCK.SIR ROD COX... A week earlier Retired Sergeant Major ROD COX had joined the organization. At around 58 he was more than 20 years older than FRED. He was known to be an army veteran, but with his head, partly shaven, partly bald, he looked like he had just escaped from a high security prison. He had an evil look in his eyes. Had a slight limp in his left leg - which was generally believed to be a war injury. He had a huge hairy body, a bit out of shape but at one time it must have been taut, strong and muscular. He still had those huge pectorals and his large NIPPLES poked out from under the fabric of his shirt. When you went into his cabin you generally found him sitting with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a hairy chest and a hint of his NIPPLES. And to make things worse he would bare his chest further with one hand and with his other stroke his own chest, pinch his huge pectorals and pull his NIPPLES. It was most distracting and he did not seem to mind his juniors openly staring as his enormous NIPPLES.
To come back to FRED, he was the quintessential hairy muscle bear, together with a hairy bubble BUTT - but there was a difference. Unlike the stereotypical "bear" he was neatly turned out at all times. His beard was neatly trimmed. And he was FUKIN good looking. He could have modeled for one of the magazines on fashions or bodybuilding. FRED had a very fuzzy memory of his DAD, if at all. The DAD had deserted the family when FRED was still very young, and Mom had made sure there was absolutely no talk of him ever since. FRED and his older sister were brought up single-handedly by their mom, in one of the harshest neighborhoods of Detroit. He grew up getting beaten and bullied by the older boys until he himself was old enough to bully the younger ones. He had since liked to be the man in control, in charge. He believed that if he didn't guard his territory and exercise control over others, they would control him instead. And now after being in charge for more than 2 decades, when FRED FRANCO saw a man so much older, a father figure of sorts, who was to head his division, he went through strange, confusing emotions. He wanted to submit to him instantly and totally.ROD COX had come to the huge "Warehouse", which served as the training facility, for the first time a few weeks ago. It was early morning - that was the time FRED FRANCO conducted the morning drill on the large grounds surrounding the warehouse. FRED was doing a damn good job. He had every FUKER under control. He never hesitated to use force, punch people in their stomachs or kick them up their ASS. He was like a sadistic MOTHERFUKER on the rampage, who hadn't got his fuck the night before. Unknown to FRED, ROD stood watching him from the window for a long time. "I like that FUKER," he said to himself. He was almost getting a hard-on watching him yells his commands and punch a helpless junior in the stomach for the slightest mistake. "I will have him under my control, from the first time he meets me."
ROD starting going to The Warehouse a couple of days later. He familiarized himself with the facility but decided not to summon the arrogant FUKER till the end of the day. Make him feel insignificant. FRED was wondering what the FUK was wrong with the ASSHOLE. As the person in command he should have been the first to meet him.
He was finally summoned by ROD to his office. As soon as he entered the office, ROD stood up. "You've come too late, I need to go to the bathroom, freshen up and go and meet the directors. Wait here till I get back.... Or better still, you can stand outside the bathroom door so that I can talk to you, while I shit." The cabin had its own attached bathroom at the rear end of the room.
FRED wasn't too happy initially, a bit humiliating in fact. But for some reason he was filled with such awe for this guy that he wanted to play along. "Sure thing," he said. ROD gave him a dirty piercing look. FRED realized his casual style was not appreciated. "Yes Sergeant SIR, please go ahead, I will be outside the door," continued FRED, in a more obsequious tone.
"I don't need your permission. You do just as I tell you. Stand outside the door while I take a crap and we talk."
He could hear ROD plonk himself on the pot, and hear him let out a few farts and grunt as he pushed out TURDS. The smell assailed his nostrils and he winced.
"FUKER you okay with my shit smell, right? Not that it matters to me."
"Not a problem at all SIR. You are my Boss. I am okay with anything... anything you have to offer, SIR."
FRED couldn't believe his ears. What the shit was he saying? He was almost groveling, and he was using "SIR" far too often and "MASTER SARGE" too. But he couldn't help it.
"I like to hear that. Now come in SHITFACE and tell me whether I need to wear a fresh set of clothes. I am meeting the directors of the company this evening and I want to freshen up before I meet them."
"Your clothes seem ok SIR, but if you want to feel fresh, you can change them."
ROD raised his hand. "Come and smell my shirt."
FRED put his face into ROD's armpit. There was strong body odor but he couldn't take his face away. He buried his face deeper into the pits.
"It is not at all offensive SIR, in fact it is a strong man smell which is... FUKING hot, SIR." His voice came out muffled since his face was still buried in ROD's smelly armpit. He kept rubbing his nose into the pit and sniffing hard.
ROD took off his shirt and again pushed his face into his pits. "Is that smelling too?" the body odor hit FRED as he took a few deep breaths.
"Lick." Commanded Rod. FRED immediately started to lick the hairy, sweaty PITS, with the sexy body odor.
"That's enough CUNT. Now help me take my shoes off," ROD ordered after a few minutes. "My feet need to breathe a little and could also do with a massage."
"Yes SIR"
FRED unlaced ROD's shoes and began massaging his feet. He gently used his teeth on ROD's heals and toes. ROD groaned in pleasure. He used his tongue to tickle the soul of the foot, then sucked the toes. ROD's feet had never felt such pleasurable sensations before.
After a while he said, "Are my underpants smelling?"
ROD pushed the underpants which were at his knew. They collected at ROD's feet. FRED immediately had his nose to the ground, into ROD's underpants and was sniffing at them like a bitch.
"They are not smelling bad SIR, but you might want to change into fresh ones, all the same," he said as he continued to sniff at them noisily as if he didn't want any underwear smell to escape. And he wanted to make it known to his Boss, how much he liked the smell.
"In fact I think they smell very nice Sergeant SIR.... May I take them off your feet, MASTER SARGE?" ROD grunted to push out a TURD, but FRED took that for a yes. FRED turned the pants inside out. There were very distinctive skid marks. They were not stains. To be more precise, they were stripes of crusted shit. FRED began to lick them and suck at the fabric enthusiastically. The pants were soon clean but for a few faint stains.
ROD smiled, he seemed to like what he saw. He released an obnoxious, stinky fart, as though in appreciation. FRED turned his head immediately to take in the smell of the fart completely.
All this seemed to come naturally to FRED. He had a strange kind of d‚j... vu. It seemed all too familiar but he could not remember clearly being involved in any of this.
"Come closer PIG and shove your head between my legs and you will get all the shitty smells that you want."
ROD made place for the PIG between his huge hairy thighs. The smell of the fart and the nasty odor from his sweaty crotch was a heady combination. When was the crotch last washed, he wondered. But he was not complaining. ROD rubbed his fingers between the scrotum and his inner thigh and smelt it. He like the rank smell of his own balls. He pushed his fingers to FRED'S nose. FRED smelt them and tried sucking at them.
"Thank you SIR for allowing me to smell your crotch and shit SIR," FRED wanted to say, but couldn't because his head was stuck in an awkward position, between the legs and the rim of the pot.
ROD pushed FRED's head away and pinned it to the floor of the bathroom with his feet. FRED patiently lay with his nose pressed to the floor, under ROD'S feet, though it was uncomfortable. Soon he was felt a warm liquid flow down the back of his neck. ROD released him and FRED turned his face to face the spray of warm pee from MASTER SARGE's COCK.
"Open your mouth COCKSUCKER."
The warm piss squirted straight from ROD's COCK into the PIG's mouth.
The more kinky it got the more FRED enjoyed it. He hadn't realized he had this perverse streak in him, where he enjoyed being the slave - humiliated and battered.
"Hahaha," ROD laughed. "I've never met an ASSHOLE like you. I could even ask you to lick my shit covered SHITHOLE and you'd polish it bloody clean."
"Yes Boss," said FRED. "I would do whatever you ask me to do, MASTER SARGE. You can use and abuse me SIR, any which way you like"
"Let's see you lick my SHITTY HOLE, FUKER."
After another couple of TURDS had fallen into the pot, ROD, held the CUNT by his hair and pushed him away. He got up and bent over on the bathroom countertop.
"Come on PIG, time to show how good you are with your tongue on my SHITHOLE. Come clean up my CRAP covered HOLE with you hungry tongue."
"As you say SIR."
"But before you feast on my shitter take off your shirt and trousers."
FRED took off his clothes to reveal his rippling muscles beautifully covered in a fuss. ROD looked at him in the bathroom mirror. Though his face continued to have a smirk he was pretty impressed with the TRASH PIG's body. He would love to abuse that body, he said to himself. And that PIG is gonna love it too. He turned around and in a flash, held the TRASH PIG's NIPPLES in his two fingers and twisted it hard. Hard enough to make FRED want to shout out loud. But the TRASH PIG didn't. He was in agony but he refused to let it show. ROD then grabbed strands of hairs on FRED's chest and tugged at them, looking straight into FRED's eyes. It hurt real bad. FRED's face remained expressionless, but tears of pain formed in his eyes. FRED hadn't had so much pain inflicted on him for a long time. But he was taking great pleasure feeding the sadistic, abusive cravings of this perverted man.
"You are a strong boy aren't you," he cleared his throat and spat the mucus on the TRASH PIG's handsome face. FRED lick off whatever he could lick off his upper lip.
When the TRASH PIG took off his trousers ROD could see he wasn't wearing any underpants but a jockstrap, so his hairy bubble stood all exposed.
"Turn around let me see your BUTT."
FRED turned around. Though he wasn't asked to, he bent down and pulled back his BUTT cheeks to reveal his ASSHOLE. "Did I ask you to bend down and show me your fukin SHITTER?" He spanked him hard. "But stay that way PIG."
ROD began to caress the crack and played with the HOLE. "That is a fukin nice tight HOLE. Will shove my cock up that HOLE one day. And you will be moaning with pleasure. HEHEHE. Begging for more."
"You will let me, won't you?" ROD continued.
"Yes SIR, you can do whatever you want to with my dirty HOLE, SIR."
"That was only to test you BITCH. Wouldn't ever be asking you."
ROD couldn't resist slapping the BUTT hard a few more times, leaving red marks on the hard cheeks. FRED had a big bulge too.
"Time to lick my SHITHOLE, PIG." He caught FRED'S balls and pressed them hard, making him yell in pain.
"Yes SIR." FRED finally said, after he had recovered.
He was on his knees immediately. He spread the Master's ASS cheeks wide and found an ASSHOLE all messed up, smeared with shit all over - both the HOLE and the cheeks. He buried his face into all the filth, unmindful that his face would be covered in his MASTER's SHIT, and put his tongue to work.
"Lie on the floor TURD. I am going to squat on your face."
FRED licked the HOLE in rapturous delight.
The next day FRED was conducting the morning drill as he had done for the last couple years. ROD drove down the driveway. ROD stopped the car and hollered. "FRANCO!" The boys saw FRED run towards the car. But he moved slowly and they presumed the unhurried pace was his defiant attitude. If they had seen his face up close, they would have known he was in pain. They saw some words being exchanged. They saw FRED holding his own against the new nasty fucker, whose reputation preceded him. The new fucker will not last here too long, they thought. They couldn't hear what the Sergeant Major had to tell FRED. In his gruff threatening tone ROD told the PIG, "TRASH PIG, to my room after the drill. I have been holding back my crap since morning." Then in the blink of an eye, he stuck his hand out, slipped it into FRED's shirt, and gave his nipple a hard twist. FRED yelped in pain at the unexpected action. As he drove away ROD knew that this was the day he would push the TRASH PIG on the desk, and ram the virginal HOLE. After the brief interaction with MASTER SARGE, FRED could barely concentrate. But he knew MASTER SARGE was watching from his office and he wished to see the PIG treat his boys like shit. After giving some of the boys the 3rd degree treatment he dismissed them. He told his Assistant that he had an important meeting with Sergeant COX and was not be disturbed for the next couple of hours. He entered MASTER SARGE's room and shut the door behind him. "Bolt the door CUNT. And take off your pants," he heard ROD saying from the bathroom. The PIG did as instructed. He bolted the door and took off his pants. "Yes SIR. Have bolted the door as you ordered, SIR." He heard ROD get up and drop the potty cover, but did not hear the sound of the flush. "What are you waiting for PIG? Come in." The PIG entered. "Open the flap of the potty and tell me how you like the look and smell." FRED did as told. He lifted the flap and shoved his head in. He sniffed noisily. "Do you think it has a dirty stench?" There huge TURDS inside. "No way SIR. It smells .... FUKIN yummy, SIR. Looks good too." "That's a good PIG. Now get down to my shit HOLE." The PIG attacked the HOLE, like he would, a delicious plate of pasta. The tongue worked vigorously on the ASSHOLE hair smeared in fresh shit. Once he was satisfied, ROD instructed him to bend over the desk in the office. ROD took his time to come out of the bathroom, while the PIG waited, bent over on the desk. ROD picked up the laptop and went and sat on the sofa. He watched FRED bent over. "Stay still, no movement, I don't you wriggling your ASS." FRED was getting tired standing bent over the desk, without moving. His back was hurting, so were his feet. But he remained absolutely still. Finally ROD came and stood behind him. He pulled out the BUTT PLUG he had inserted the evening before. The PIG let out a big smelly fart. ROD slapped him a few hard ones on the butt. "Fuck! Look what a mess you have made of this PLUG!" He shoved the BUTT PLUG into the PIG's mouth. "You will need this to stop yourself from shouting, when you are go through what is coming next." ROD pulled out his COCK and jabbed it into the PIG's messy HOLE. It happened too fast, roughly too. The PIG whimpered and tears started to roll down his face. He had never experienced such pain. Mater's COCK was much bigger than the BUTT PLUG. He tried concentrating on the PLUG in his mouth to distract himself from the intense pain. After about five minutes, with the Master pumping mercilessly over and over again, he actually began to enjoy his situation. His whimpering turned to moans of pleasure. He was in heaven. "FUK me DADDY, FUK me harder." FRED let out a loud moan. "PLEASE abuse your SON, your BITCH, DADDY." "Shove your COCK up my ASSHOLE DADDY. Breed my HOLE DADDY!" FRED moaned. Memories of his DAD fucking him when he was a 10 year surfaced. He had loved his DADDY. Loved his DADDY's COCK rubbing against his ASSHOLE. He loved to kiss and lick that beautiful COCK, and swallow the thick white cream that came out of his DADDY's COCK. And then one day he had suddenly disappeared. ROD ejaculated finally. He collapsed on FRED. He began to lick and gently bite FRED neck. He turned FRED around and began to kiss him heavily. The two men were locked in a deep kiss for a long time. "I love you Boy. You can call me DADDY." This was the beginning of a long complex relationship, which swung from abuse to love and back to abuse, in the flick of an eye. A relationship in which both men reveled in, which both would nurture. "Did your DAD fuk you?" ROD asked just as he dismissed THE BITCH. ___________________________________________ This is an original piece of fiction. Please email me at nifty_addict@yahoo.com - I would love to receive your comments and feedback, and also your own fantasies, if you would like to share them with me. For my other kinky, perverse stories do a search for Sam Nifty in the Authors section - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html Sam Nifty ____________________________ PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY. Here's how: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To contribute to the continuing operations of the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive website using a credit card or other methods of donation, we encourage our supporters to make a donation to the Nifty Archive Alliance. The Nifty Archive Alliance has been determined to be a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization by the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. All contributions are tax-deductible to the full extent allowed by law -- no tangible goods or service are received in exchange for your donation. Visit the 'Donate' link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to make the donation. Thank you.