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Subject: Doing the wrong thing 3 This is a complete work of fiction. It is not based on anyone or any real situation. It is completely fabricated. Never do anything like this in real life. All characters are eighteen and over. You must be eighteen and over to read. This chapter involves sex with someone unattractive as part of the story and power dynamics. Consider yourself warned. If you enjoy this and other stories, please donate to Nifty. Doing the Wrong Thing Part Three Calvin and CJ didn’t talk anymore that night and Calvin sent CJ to bed without acknowledging what had happened. All Calvin said was that things would be discussed the next night. And he made his plans. The first thing he did after CJ went to bed was pay for a week at a cheap motel across town. It was the kind of place with free porn you usually found college kids, adulterers, and truckers. The next day, he didn’t give CJ any kind of heads up and just told him to come on and drove there. Calvin refused to say anything except shut up the entire car ride, even as CJ begged him to say anything. CJ seemed panicked when they walked into the dive motel room. Calvin pointed at the bed, waited until CJ sat, then said, “Explain. Now.” CJ did. He explained that he went there because he owed someone money, but didn’t tell his dad about his brother and the drugs. He had promised he wouldn’t. Then he told him what happened before he got there. Then he told him about after he left. He said: The other man you saw finished in my mouth. Then he told me to take off all my clothes and he peed on me. Afterwards, he gave the money I needed, I put my clothes back on, and I left. Calvin was shocked. He looked at his son on the bed. The boy looked as innocent as he had a few days before. He was still as babyfaced and small built. He was wearing a pair of track shorts and a Raiders jersey they had gotten on a family trip. Calvin slapped him hard enough the boy fell back. CJ lay where he fell on the bed. Then Calvin pulled him off of the bed and onto the floor. Calvin said, “I bought those clothes. Take them off.” CJ shook his head. He said, “Dad, I…” Calvin said, “All of it. Off. Now.” Calvin watched as his son took off the jersey and shorts. The boy knelt there in white briefs. Calvin growled, “I bought the underwear too, boy. Take them off.” CJ removed the briefs and handed them to his father, who threw them to the side. The boy’s soft dick was only about three inches. Then Calvin said: You’re no longer my son. I paid for the room for a week. I’ll tell your mother you’re a faggot and she won’t bother to look for you. Don’t contact us again, do you understand? CJ started crying. He got up to try and hug his father, who shoved him back on his knees. gaziantep escort Calvin sighed. Then Calvin said, “I’m not paying to take care of a queer or a whore. And you should know, boy, if a real man is in the room a cocksucker stays on it’s knees.” The boy replied, “What am I going to do? Can’t I come home?” Calvin shook his head and said, “Not as my son. At least, not when we are alone.” CJ jumped on the opening and said, “I’ll do whatever it takes.” Then Calvin explained. The boy would be allowed to come home as long as he paid his own way. With no skills, there was only one way that’d happen. He would do whatever his father wanted with whomever he wanted. Every cent he made would go to Calvin, but as long as CJ was obedient his mother and brother would have no idea. He wouldn’t make a penny until every cent Calvin had spent on him was paid back. CJ asked, “You mean I have to have sex for money and give you the money?” Calvin nodded. CJ replied, “But it hurt.” Calvin shrugged and started towards the door, as if to leave. CJ shouted, “Okay. I’ll do it.” Calvin turned around. Then he said: I need you to understand, boy, I loved you up until yesterday. I didn’t know that was you when I fucked you. But after that, I can only think of you as a piece of shit queer. And that teenage cunt of yours is gold. You remember your place and we’ll be ok. Understand? CJ nodded. Calvin said, “I need to know you can do this before I bring you home. Lay across the bed, naked, ass up, and wait.” Calvin looked out the window and saw a few prospects by the pool. There was a handsome guy in his thirties and a few college boys. Then he noticed what had to be a trucker. The man was around 5’10 and had a beer belly. He was balding and probably in his mid-fifties. He had facial hair, but it wasn’t a groomed beard but days or weeks of unshaved growth. He was smoking a cigar outside a room across the quad. He was perfect. Calvin stepped outside the room, held the door open, and caught the man’s eye. Then he gestured for the man to come over. The man seemed confused at first, but eventually came over. He seemed dumbfounded when he saw the boy on the bed. He said, “I ain’t into queer shit.” Calvin laughed and said, “Me either. The boy is a whore though and I need to teach him a lesson and make sure he knows his place.” The man looked into the room. Calvin could tell he was thinking hard about it. The man reached in his own pants,rubbed himself a second, and then nodded. The man said, “I only got twenty dollars on me.” Calvin smiled. Then Calvin said, “That’s fine. Just be rough. And use a condom.” The man threw his cigar on the ground and stomped on it. Then he nodded. Calvin stepped back and let the man suriyeli escort in. The man started undressing the second the door was shut. Calvin was right. This man was physically disgusting. On top of being just fat, he was hairy as a bear. He had man tits bigger than Calvin’s wife’s real tits. His cock was about five inches soft and he had huge low hanging fat hairy balls. The only thing muscular at all about him were his solid tree trunk looking thighs. Calvin could see his body was covered in hairy moles. The man pulled a condom out of his wallet and walked over to the bed. He spit on his cock and started jerking off with his right hand as he rubbed CJ’s ass and body with the other. Then he introduced himself, “I’m Bronson,son,but people call me Bubba D. Ain’t cornholed a boy since I was twelve so be patient with me.” Calvin sat in a chair at the little round table. He decided to speak then to make the situation clear. He told Bronson, “Don’t talk to him like he’s human or be gentle. He’s a faggot. Fuck him like one.” Bronson asked, “He seems young. You sure bout that?” Calvin nodded and said, “Kid took three dicks yesterday. He’s a cunt.” Bronson nodded. CJ I could feel the rough fabric of the the bedcover against my skin. It was itchy. I had stopped crying when my dad told me I could come home, but my eyes still ached and my throat was still bruised from the day before. Even my butt still hurt. As I lay there naked, face down and ass up, bent over the bed, I thought maybe this was all some kind of test. Until I saw Bubba D. And smelled him. I could tell when he stepped in he was probably three hundred pounds or something. He had crooked and kind of yellowish teeth and was mostly bald. All he had was a little grey and black hair around the edges. He was also tanned real dark for a white guy. He had this like weird beard that wasn’t shaped or anything. It wasn’t long, but I guess he hadn’t shaved in a while. He was at least my dad’s age, but just grosser. He looked poor. Maybe it was the fact he was in blue jeans overalls, but he was also naked quick. I’m not gay, but the other guys were at least normal. This guy was hairy and just gross. His cock looked big and he had hairy balls. I figured I’d just close my eyes and get through it. I heard him introduce himself and talk to my dad, but all I could process was his hand and smell. He was running one hand all over my body while the other he used to jerk off and smack his dick on my back and butt. He rubbed my shoulders and ran a hand down my back and kneaded my butt. He even lifted me up for a second and ran a hand down my chest and twisted my nipples. The smell of him was hard to explain. It was like sensory rus escort overload. He smelled like the room after I jacked off combined with sweat and not bathing and sort of like a sweet cigarette and a locker room. I gagged a few times from it. I stared at my father as he sat in the chair. I mouthed, “Please.” He just shook his head. Then I felt it. Bubba D’s cock pressed against my asshole at the same time his hand wrapped around my neck to hold me still. Then he grunted and his cock was in me. I grabbed the sheets and bit my lip hard enough it drew blood. I tried getting away, but he easily held me still. So I just stared at my father and took it. When Bubba D realized I didn’t need to be held still anymore, he let go of my neck and I felt his hands pressing into the flesh of my hips. He grabbed them hard and held me still on his dick as he fucked. I could hear him breathing heavier and heavier. His dick felt like it was tearing me up inside as my body rocked back and forth from his cock slamming into me. Then he lifted my legs up some and pushed me further up the bed, until my ass was flat on it and not half off it. Then he laid on top of me. The weight was crushing. The smell got stronger. I started to cry again when I felt his arms wrapped against my throat. He was smiling and grunting inside me. His smelly breath hitting my face over and over. His sweat as he began to rail inside me was dripping on my face and body. One of his hands left my throat and began wandering my body. He rubbed my stomach and twisted my nipples and rubbed and grabbed and kneaded my legs and thighs. Then he reached for my dick and balls and jerked my cock for a second before squeezing my balls. I gasped. He laughed and let go of my nutsack. Then any mercy he had was gone. He began pulling all the way out and slamming in hard. Every slam made me breathless. It was hard and fast and brutal. I thought this must have been how slaves were fucked. Then, as I lay under my him, just a human dick ditch and hole, covered in his sweat, something happened. My dick started getting hard. I still wanted to vomit. But it felt like his dick was touching my dick inside of me. He would shove it in and mixed with the pain was the feeling of my dick being jerked off from the inside. I started moving my ass around. Not to escape this time, but to feel his dick hit that spot inside. And then it happened. I moaned and then came without even touching myself. My load went all over the sheets and covered my belly. It felt like my ass spasmed too and he came almost immediately after I did. I felt Bubba D get off me and then he flipped me over on my back. I looked up at this old hillbilly type who had just used me to cum. He was fat, bald, ugly. And he made me cum. He snapped the condom off his cock and emptied it on my belly. Then he spit on me. I watched as he got dressed and then handed my dad a twenty dollar bill and left. Before he left, he told my dad I was the best pussy he had had in years.
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