Message-ID: <12053eli$9806101109@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "D. D." Subject: Cheap Living (m+/m, nc, rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980610141516.27240.qmail@hotmail.com> I have been reading these stories for some time, and thought it was about time that I started to contribute. The stories I write are either actual events that have happened to me, or fantasies I have had at some point. I live in Chicago, and anyone who wishes to contact me can email me at chgosex@hotmail.com I also meet with individuals (guys or girls) and couples to act out fantasies. (No charge of course) Here's the standard warning. I write about all subjects. WARNING This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. 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If this is put on a pay site, please contact me at chgosex@hotmail.com Cheap Living I was finally out of California and had decided to move to Chicago. Bright dreams of becoming a bartender and opening my own bar eventually faded as a series of dead end jobs in sleazy dives ensued for almost six months. Broke, I lost my little apartment and had to live in a cheap hotel that let you pay by the week for a discount rate. It was in a very bad neighborhood, and mostly drug addicts and prostitutes used it regularly. However, I found that ex-cons used it frequently too. I met a couple of people here and there, and was constantly talking of needing money to get everything going again. I met a man named Doug who said he could help me. "I'm knocking off a store tomorrow night, if you want to help, half the money is yours." I thought about it all night, and finally decided that this might be what it takes for me to get my dream. I contacted Doug and told him I was in. We met up late in the night and went to the store. After getting inside through the roof, we quickly emptied the safe in the managers office of about $6000. We were on our way out through the back door when suddenly a man appeared in the doorway. "Hey, who are you?" he shouted. Doug produced a small crowbar from beneath his jacket and struck the man in the head quickly. He fell to the ground, blood starting to puddle the floor. Doug grabbed my arm and we fled into the night. Back at the hotel, Doug was washing his hands to get the blood off. I picked up the crowbar from the dresser to feel it's weight, Very heavy. "You think that guy is gonna live?" I asked, hoping beyond belief that he would. "Imean, you didn't hit him that hard did you?" Doug is an imposing 6'3" and would be mistaken for a linebacker on any football team. Even if he used half his strength, I feared the worst. "Well... I'll tell ya, I don't know anyone that could take a blow like that and not have their brains scrambled. Enough of that though. I have to get rid of the crowbar and get the money cleaned before we can split it. Serial numbers are all in a row." He explained that he would have the money changed and would be back later in the day. Exhausted and afraid from our experience, I said fine, and that I would be in my room all day. I didn't expect him to return to split the money, but I just wanted the situation to end. Later that day, I woke up to a knocking at the door. Doug walked in quickly and shut the door behind him. "I have bad news and worse news for ya," he said as he turned on the TV. The only stations we received in the rooms were porno stations. A girl was blowing two guys at once on this channel. "What's the bad news?" I asked. "That guy died. I heard from someone who works near there." I couldn't imagine any news worse than this. "Worse news is that you are in some big fucking trouble." "What?" "You see, you grabbed the crowbar from off the dresser and handled it. That means your fingerprints are all over it. Mine were already wiped off, so your's is the only one on there." He just stood there smiling at me. "What are you talking about? What do you want? You already have the money." "Well... in prison, I got used to certain things, things that I liked alot. You're gonna help me relive some good memories for the next week or so. If you play good, I'll give you the crowbar back and you can ditch it. You piss me off, and the crowbar will end up with the cops. You don't even know my real name, so you'll be fucked alone. Try to run, and the cops will be after you for life." He came over to me and punched me hard in the stomach. I fell to my knees, all the air being knocked from my lungs. "Please, don't, don't hurt me, what do you want?" He started to unzip his pants. "I want you to have some of this." He pulled his cock out from his pants. It was huge, at least 9 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. He put his hand on the back of my head and started to guide his prick to my mouth. "Please, no, please." "Put it in or you'll be hurting." I was afraid he may kill me, or just turn the crowvbar over to the police, so slowly I put his dick in my mouth. I had never done anything sexual with a man before, and I started to gag. When he felt that, he jammed his cock hard into my mouth. My eyes were watering, and I could hardly concentrate on his words. "Run your fucking tongue over it. Lick the head, you fucking little maggot." I did as he said, running my tongue up and down like it was a popsicle. He told me to use my hand too, so I slowly jagged him off as I licked. I could feel him getting harder and was about to shoot his load when he jammed it all the way into my mouth. I felt the head at the back of my throat, and he shot his load. I gagged, which made him jerk again. I could taste the salty fluid in my mouth. He pulled out quickly and shot the remaining cum on my face, his hand never letting go of my hair. Cum dripped out of my mouth as I tried not to swallow it. "Good boy. You're gonna be just fine. I got shit to do, so I'm outta here, but I'll be back. Remember what I said about running and the cops." With that he put his dick back in his pants and left. I went to the bathroom and threw up. About 1:30 in the morning, I heard a loud knocking on my door. I went to the peephole and saw Doug standing there. I just stood and hoped he thought I was still sleeping, but he kept knocking. Finally, I heard him say, "Guess I'll just drop off the package to the police." I opened the door quickly. He came in and turned on the porno channel. I begged again for him not to do this, but he just laughed and called me his bitch. He told me to get naked and on the bed. He took off his pants and positioned himself straddling my face. On my back with his balls in my face, he commanded me to lick his asshole, stick my tonuge all the way in. I rimmed him, sliding my tongue in and out of his hole, feeling his balls against my nose. I did it for almost ten minutes before he backed off and put his dick in my mouth. I sucked it like before, but he told me to lick more around his head. My tongue worked it's way around his thick cock, licking faster and faster, as my hand jagged him. He told me he was gonna cum, and he wanted it all in my mouth, and to swallow it all. I sucked as much of his huge dick as I could into my mouth. When he came, it was like an explosion. My throat quickly filled with his jism, and I had to swallow quickly so I wouldn't gag. After two more swallows, his tool was empty. He told me to keep sucking, so i kept his cock in my mouth while it grew soft. I laid in bed while he went into the bathroom. Exhausted from my experience, I must have fell asleep. When I woke at 4:45, he was no longer in the room. I went to have coffee when I woke up at noon, and sat thinking about what I could do. I finally decided it was probably best to just keep doing the blowjobs and hoped he gave me the crowbar at the end of the week. After wandering around for the rest of the day (I had left a note on my door that I would be gone and would return at 11:00pm), I finally arrived back at the hotel. I went straight to my room and took a shower. After the shower, I laid on the bed naked and waited for him to arrive. I figured that if I could please him by being obedient, maybe this would all end sooner. A knock at my door startled me, and I quickly went to let Doug in. I was almost in shock as Doug walked in, followed by two huge black guys. I stood there naked and very scared as they closed the door and locked it. "Hey, these are a couple of my friends from the joint, they're gonna be joining the festivities tonight." I was scared to death. One of the men took a baggie of white powder out of his jacket and started to spread it on the table. The other man just kept staring at me, making me more nervous than I already was if that is possible. "Snort some of this, it's the good shit." Doug demanded. I went over to the table and took the small straw given to me. As I bent over to snort the line of coke, the black guy who kept staring at me ran his fingers up and down the crack of my ass. "Man, Doug, this sure is a sweet little thing you got here." As the coke worked it's way through my system, I was told to do two more lines. The other guy told him to not let me have anymore, afraid I would overdose and ruin their fun. So there I was, in a room snorting coke naked with three guys who looked like the starting line up for the Green Bay Packers. Far away from my great American Dream. Everything was in a haze. They manuvered me onto the bed, and I watched them strip off their clothes. A girl was getting gangbanged on the porno channel. I checked out their dicks so I could see what I was in store for. Doug's I was well familar with, so I looked to the black guy with the bandanna on his head. His dick was as big as Doug's, maybe half an inch bigger and just as thick. I turned my head to the right, watching trails from the coke, and saw the other man who had been staring at me. I almost gasped when I saw it. It had to be 13 inches long and almost 3 inches thick. I had never seen one that big even in porno's. My God, it was as big as the leg to a chair! They started to run their hands over me, grabbing my cock, squeezing my balls very hard, pinching my nipples wickedly, and running their hands down between my legs to my small asshole. They took a break and did some coke, while passing around a bottle of Jack Daniels. I must have zoned out, the coke being to much for my system, because the next thing I remember, the bandanna guy was sliding his dick into my mouth. I laid flat on my back with my head turned to the side and sucked at it. I licked his black head with the tip of my tongue, and used my hand to play with his balls. I heard Doug start to laugh. "Hey, check it out, moherfucker's getting hard. He must like nigger dick!" They all laughed. My hand moved to my own cock, and it was starting to get erect. I like to think it was the coke, but I started to get aroused. I jagged harder at the black man's cock, putting my mouth around it and putting it all the way in my mouth. Doug came to the other side of the bed and knelt above my turned head. "Suck mine too, bitch. Both at the same time." I used my hand on the bandanna guy, and sucked at Doug's dick. Both cocks above my face, both rock hard. I found myself strainging my neck to get Doug's cock deeper into my mouth, and alternating between his dick and the black one. I put them as close as possible and licked both heads at once. I couldn't believe I was actually starting to get turned on by this. I remember thinking that I wanted them to cum on my face. They kept jabbing their dicks into my mouth, and Doug was the first to cum. The first shot hit my straight in the mouth. I slurped down his cum as the second shot hit me on my lips. This must have got the black guy turned on, because he came almost immediately after. I kept his cock in my mouth while he shot, feeling his hot cum burst into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could and used my tongue on his head. After about three bursts, his orgasm finally ended. They decided to have some fun humilating me then. I was fine accpet for a few small bruises from where they were grabbing my head and ass, so I felt myself lucky. They made me lean upside down against the wall with my back to it, so that my legs were straight up in the air. They bent me over so that my dick was positioned right above my head, and commanded me to jag off. I started jagging myself wondering why I was in this position. Then I saw they wanted me to cum on my own face. They spanked my ass hard as I masturbated, and I felt the orgasm coming. They saw me start to stiffen, and told me to open my mouth and catch my cum. I did as told, and as I came, the dropplets fell torwards my face. About half ended up in my mouth, the other half joined Dougs sperm already on my lips and cheeks. They laid me back down on the bed. "Hey, Carl, he's all ready for ya man!" The coke had a definite hold on me, and I was turned on now by what I was doing. I would never had imagined that I would suck a man's cock and like it, but I was already wishing that Doug and the bandanna guy were hard again. At least I wasn't being hurt or anything, I thought. I was worng. Carl must have been completely wired on the coke. Doug and the bandanna guy pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that I was on my back, with my ass slightly hanging over the side, my feet touching the ground. Carl came over, and I started to feel fear as I watched the almost 6'6" muscle man come torwards me. "They were all nice and gentle with ya, but I'm gonna treat ya like the bitch whore that you are!" He climbed on the bed and immediatlely jammed his huge black cock in my mouth. I could feel my lips stretch to their limits as his monster dick jabbed in and out of my mouth. Doug and the bandanna held my arms on the bed so that I could try to resist in any way. Carl grabbed my hair and pulled hard, forcing his dick deeper into my throat. My eyes started to tear, and I felt his hand on my throat. He choked me while I was mouth fucked brutally. Finally, the assault ended and he pulled out of my mouth. He slapped me hard across the face several times while his dismounted my face, and grabbed at my dick. He yanked on it hard, pounding his fist into my pelvis when he came down. "You still loving this little motherfucker?" he yeeled at me as he got oof the bed. "Your gonna love this!" I felt my legs being lifted and spread. Fear shot through my head as I realized that my anus was in perfect position for him, and he was going to put that 13 inch python in my ass. My legs straight in the air and my butt halfway over the edge of the bed, he started to work the head of his cock into my ass. My saliva still coated it, and he was able to gethalf of his head into my orifice. I was gasping as he did this, pain shooting thorugh my lower half. Suddenly, he lunged forward and buried his cock in me to the hilt. I felt my asshole tear, and could feel blood ooze inbetween my skin and his cock. I started to scream, but Doug covered my mouth. Carl slammed into me quickly and brutally. My ass tore each time him jammed into me, to accomodate his cock. Doug and the bandanna guy finally let go of my arms. It still hurt, but it was getting better. Maybe the coke was stunting some of the pain now. As he fucked me, Doug put his cock back in my mouth. I sucked him while I was fucked in my virgin ass, and played with bandanna guy's balls. I'm ashamed of it all, but I started to like it alot. I begged Carl to fuck me harder, I begged Doug to cum in my mouth and on my face, and I begged bandanna guy to let me lick his asshole. I was totally out of control, and I couldn't blame the coke for all of it. Carl started to fuck me like a madman. His strides weren't as long now, just quick thrusts that moved his cock about 3 inches in and out quickly. I felt him tense, and then the warm gush of cum entered my ass. I kept sucking Doug until he came, swallowing every drop. For the next couple of hours, I was fucked by all three of them in the ass, and sucked each off at least twice more. They even fucked me with the Jack Daniels bottle at one point while I blew Carl. Over the next week, I serviced them daily. I didn't leave my room once for five days. They brought food and alcohol, and kept me loaded on coke. Several times I would wake to one of them next to me in bed fucking my ass, or would come to consiousness with a cock in my mouth. They also decided that I was to be shared with all of their friends. They brought several others to fuck me, and by the end of the week, my ass had been penetrated by at least 25 guys, and I must have blown at least 50. The fourth and fifth days, they even brought in johns and told them I was a prostitute that they could do what they wanted with. I eventually found out that Doug had never wiped his prints from the crowbar, so he could never have turned it in. Better than that, I read in the paper one day that the manager of that store didn't die, he just suffered a minor cut to the head. His name was Carl, and I recognized the picture. I had been set up all along. I knew I could leave at any time I wanted to, bu I actually stayed almost two more weeks before I fled. In that time, I was the whore for the hotel. Anyone who wanted a quick blowjob could come into my room and just stick it in my mouth. The manager of the hotel even came in a few times, so he didn't charge me for the room. After I left, I worked my way across country to New York, mainly by hitching rides with truckers and blowing them or letting them fuck my ass. But that's another story. Any Comments? Email - chgosex@hotmail.com Plus, I am interested in finding some guys / girls to help me with my fantasies. I am open to anything. If you are in the Chicago area, email me. I am discreet and disease free. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----