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I couldn't make it outside to wipe the shit off my hand, Tyrone had just pulled up. Donnessa was with him, I was furious w/ jealousy. Beefy & Burly shoved me aside & walked out to the car, I saw him fish a few bills out of his pocket and hand them to Tyrone. Soon afterwards, he drove off again. My heart sank, I knew he wouldn't be back for awhile now. My jealousy at Donnessa was boilin' over...again. I can't believe how jealous I was, just like a school girl or something. When Beefy & Burly came back to the shitter he loudly blustered "wipe my ass, faggot". He had to be fucking jokin' rite?? I mean what the fuck was I gonna wipe his fat ass with??? "Come here, Bitch" he gruffly ordered and grabbed me by my hair. He actually bent over and wiped his asshole with my hair!!!!! He practically sat on my head and grinded his ass on top of it. Angrily, & in a full state of absolute rage - I flipped him off me. "You wanna fite me, muthafucka?" he yelled at me. "You're damn rite" - I bluffed, actually hoping he wouldn't dare touch me with his shit all over my hair and hand. Thankfully, my bluff worked, My knees were knocking like woodpeckers. "Fuck you, Bitch bottom boi" he roared at me. He coughed up some phlegm and spat it at me, hitting me on the shoulder, rite below my ear, the collar kept it from going in my ear. I ignored him. I bluffed him once, not gonna try & press my luck. Afterall, I was terrified of this man. Beefy & Burly used his handkerchief to wipe his ass, then bawled it up & threw it at me. Needless to say, laughing histerically all the while. What could I do????? I had to wipe the shit off my hand...but how???? I wouldn't be able to explain this to Tyrone or Donnessa, none of the sinks worked, none of the bowls would flush, but then...I remembered the urinal, I ran to it & finally washed his fucking shit off my fingers. "Now mothafucka, I'm a teach you a lesson all faggots should know" he yelled at me. I was scared out of my wits. My teeth were chattering, knees knocking and I was trembling all over.. "Gimme your goddamned belt Tinkerbelle". Slowly, reluctantly, I obeyed. Wishing I had the courage to refuse. I knew I was in for it now. He tied my hands to the top of the stall and took off his tie and gagged me. Next my pants were down at my ankles and he used his belt to commence beating my ass. I tried to scream, but my cries were muffled, I openly cried, real tears, just like a damn bitch, but I couldn't help myself. He was wearin' my ass out. I'd never felt such pain and fire before in my life. Spit and snot flew out of my mouth & nose each time he whacked me. I sobbed uncontrollably and tried my best to beg him to stop. He must've whipped me at least 50 times. I just knew my ass was bleeding (it wasn't), but it sure felt like it. My ass burned so much my legs actually gave out when he untied me. I crumpled to the floor, humiliated, embarrassed, and my ass on fire with a hurt that knew no end. Beefy & Burly roared at me "had enuf you faggot?" "Yes, yes, please, Sir" I bawled. "If you ever talk back to me again"...I interrupted, "never, never Sir", I promised, "I'll do anything you ask...I'll suck your cock anytime you ask, please Sir, just don't hit me anymore" Beefy & Burly looked satisfied with himself. Finally, I made it to my feet. I cowered under him like a rabbit to a lion. "You're damn rite you'll suck my cock whenever I say fruitboi!" "Yes Sir," I promised, thru my tears! Just then Tyrone came into the shit house, "damn! Mr Holt, shit, you look like you don had a bath". I remained silent.
There was some uneasy smalltalk, I hoped Beffy & Burly wouldn't mention anything about this to Tyrone, I'd been humiliated enuf. Tyrone thanked him profusely for letting him drive the car. I looked outside, Donnessa was gone, I was relieved something awful. I hate to admit jealousy over a 16 yr old girl but I couldn't help myself. Hell, I even forgave Beefy & Burly as long as Donnessa was gone. Beefy & Burly announced: "We're gonna have a little party tonite at my suite folks!" Tyrone jumped up all excited...I didn't want to come but knew I would have no choice. And then in one final bit of irony, almost as if to throw it all in my face Beefy & Burly turned to Tyrone and said "make sure you bring that pretty little girl of yours we got something special in mind for her!" My heart sank. I did not like the sound of that.
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