Jay is now gay - about my work

Grabbing Bob, I swung.




a common bit you'll here from me... “Grabbing Bob” or “Reaching for Bob...” or “So then I picked up Bob...” etc. etc.




Bob is my .45 Auto.




Bob... He's my pal.




Mother fucker had been a hard case. For the last 3 minutes or so I'd been going tooth and nail with the mother fucker since he was behind, since he owed. As the collector it was my bit to wrangle the idiot in some. My bit to fix the deal.




Sometimes fixing a deal can be a little hard. Like this time. Former mover. Not mover and shaker, those guys are easier. No. Former mover. Nasty. All those muscles, All that pent up coil in the form. Nasty in a raw sense.




Now... that said, I am no pussy myself. No. So after I mentioned he owed his Mistress $600 and then the fight started. verbal at first, I had no issue with letting it turn up some.




“I can't pay her or I'll miss rent.” he said “and I can't do that other shit again. so she can go fuck herself...”




heh. Not the way the contract read, no. She was not going to be the one for the fucking.




Pointing this out, I added a few other words...




“and you should know mother fucker... you should know... My contract with Her says I collect from the ass holes and dead beats...” I spoke slowly, since he seemed a lil serious himself.




I knew it was on when he slammed his beer bottle down, nearly breaking it and leaped off his bar stool. He was... Game.




Now 3 minutes game... That was pissing me off. “Time to finish this” I kind of remember the thought flashing through my mind... “now...”




Bob.




Shooting people is bad. Try to avoid that.




Yet slapping some idiot in the side of the head with the heft of “Big God Damn Bob...”




well... I like to think of that as a nice way to solve some issues.




As he crumpled, I watched the bartender... None too happy now anyway, once he saw iron, it was off the hook. As he ran to the edge I knew what was up and since I had little intention of being arrested or shot I did what needed to be done.




“Its ok...” I kind of shouted “He's as wanted criminal. We're just serving some papers and taking him in“




The 12 ga. chop barrel, a double, was just coming up from behind the bar, the other 3 patrons in the joint sort of cowering against the walls.




homie moaned. If you listened close it sort of sounded like “I am not...”




Good news... They were not listening close.




My shit was fucked up. 3 min may not sound like long, yet in physical combat time it is. An eternity. Fucking movers. As I walked to the bar I motioned for the tender to drop the barrel away from my direction and I spoke.




“fuck. Give me a triple Oban. No ice.” with a smile “sorry about the fight...”







'I dialed 911” he said “if I knew's you were serving papers to a jerk I would have let it be..”




I chucked down most the Scotch as I holstered Bob. Mother fucker was stirring too. Time was getting short. I guessed I had maybe another 3 minutes. Dropping a $50 on the bar I went to work...




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“give me your keys and I'll open the trunk” the bartender “there.”




As we hefted him in, I dropped the last $100.




he smiled as he we shook hands. heh. $ can do some amazing things. The tape was going to be fun to show the Goddess, and while mother fucker was a little more fucked over than I would have liked, he might have a concussion or the like yet nothing was broken aside from some furniture in a bar and a little bit of mover guys skin, a small cut on the cheek, the result of a few punches to the face and all.




I actually looked worse. Fucker was a hard head. That said, I was not in the trunk of some car, headed off to parts unknown, in the hands of some evil mother fuckers... So looks can deceive...




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It was classic quad B&W footage, on a tape recorded over and over... Silent too. 5 frames per sec. It was awesome.




As we watched it, I contained my want to punch mother fucker all over. Skilled fighter too. Not skilled like trained special forces guy or anything, yet plenty skilled just the same. As you watched you can see I had gotten old, slow and mean. Never missing a shot, slowly beating my younger opponent down with cheap ass tricks and dirty fighting. Like watching a strange old silent movie or something, the quad view being very telling. My way that of someone who knew they were in for a fight, yet also knowing that a time will come when you're open and vulnerable and that is when I'll strike.




The end... just as final. We're there, I am starting to look like a haggard mother fucker. He's all fucking wild eyed. You see from one angle my hand go into my coat, large black item come out and its like my hand just brushes his face..




heh. “you're fucking kidding me” she said in this dirty tone “2 hrs ago? amazing”




She's a sight. Pretty face, wide hips, corset... Highlighting her form. “do you have any idea how hot it is to see that? Do you video all your service work?”




I explained that no, it was not something planned, more pure fortune. A cool bartender, a few hundred $ to pay off the issues created with things going nutty physical, and that the tender tossing me the tape was a wonderful prize indeed.




We fucked. I knew we would. not to be crass. Just a woman seeing a man kick someones ass because she said to, too hot for her. She was instantly hot the moment I showed her her idiot there in the trunk, cuffed and gagged with an old jock of mine, face all purple, my own gear all fucked up too.




I knew we would.




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It was funny, there with some pillow talk. We'd never gone there like this before. Always service from the sense of me serving her, power exchange etc. This was more like two equals in bed, post love making time. She was all woman.




Whispering back and forth I told her some things that fit well here in the re telling. Bits as she quized... “How often does it go physical?” heh....




Hardly ever.




“How come I work for women when I could do this on my own...?”




I do, and yet supporting evil Goddess's is something I find devilish unto itself...




“I had to know that showing up with a freshly beaten loser from having been sent to fetch him or the $ that was owed would get me laid, right?”




of course.




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A few hours in a trunk are no fun. Checking his eyes, I could tell... He was officially having no fun now.




“you are an idiot” I said as I hefted him from the trunk. “Never enter into a contract with someone who intends to see it enforced...”




heh. He was looking a little worse off than me now. It was on record... Getting laid by his Mistress had changed my look a bit.




He plopped into the chair... Cuffs and leggings keeping him from even thinking about anything more than not falling over.




I leaned in. “She wanted you to know I just fucked her... She fucks real nice...”




heh. its ok. She had authorized me using filthy language about her. And since we were about to spend the next few days... working mother fucker over... I was setting the scene some.




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His eyes reacted. “Good” the wise fellow said. “He's fine except for some bruises and that little cut. The one stitch will do, and it will dissolve in a weeks time”




Packing his things, he went on. “I wrote you to scripts. One is for XXXXXX That will help settle him. The other is for XXXXXX. That will make it hard for him to sleep. The two will give him a god awful case of the runs so keep him hydrated.”




I hit the refer. He had some. She did too. We laughed. Looking poor mother fucker over, you could see he was a little worried now. Just the idea of a Doctor being there made it eerie. Like “omg a Doctor...??”




heh. Love that. Plus I knew that if he had a concussion we'd have to wait for her plan to be put into action, so I felt it best to know rather than guess. So a headache... Some bruises and now... now chained and held in a dirty little corner off the world where no one can hear you scream. Held... and about to be an experiment... for some rather dirty deeds, an experiment in sexual deviancy.




“do you mind if I stay for a while?” the doc was curios “I've always had some evil Dr. fantasies and this is just the thing to feed them.”




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Breaking you can take a bit. Some times. Some times its easy and fast. Hard to say really. One thing I do know... Few can withstand a concerted assault on their mind. Few can.




As I put the headphones on his I saw him look at me with a quizical sort of glance...




Smiling. I gave him my best you're just a lab rat look. You could see the concern, yet he could not remove the phones.




I stepped back... Turning on the image loop I laughed. 180 degree old men fucking vision. Scary. Rolling his chair forward, I set the wheel locks.




Now positioned into the center of the image loop on the monitors, I next set to locking his head into place using a few straps. If you've ever seen A Clock Work Orange you know where we are going.




Eyes there, unable to turn his head... Images of old men being humped by younger men like him... Lopping with some bright flashes now and then...




In his head... my voice... just now starting...




“Hello Jay... Hello...”




the start of something...




As I stepped over him now, you could see the fear in his eyes. heh. Yep. Coming into your mind boy. Coming into your mind.




Grabbing over his nose. I made him need to open his mouth by blocking his nasal passage. One pill. Then two. Offering some water, you could see he was in terror now... Choosing to swallow them down was a big step, so I pulled his earphones and said “Don't make me give 'em to ya as an enema... ok?” and put the phones back in place...




He sipped some of the water and swallowed the pills...




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“Morning Jay... How you doing...”




heh. none to good from the looks of it. All tired from not being able to sleep, yet all sedated and loopy too. “Too bad the pills give you such nausea” I added, muffled by my mask.




As I rolled him into the shower I sort of chuckled. * 8 hrs. heh. I wonder how many times he jizzed in 8 hrs.




As I let the water wash him down I could see he was a dummy now. The pills had him. He was like putty for the 2nd set. Lighting a fat refer, I smiled as the space heaters dried him off, keeping me from needing to release him from his chair.




We had 72 hrs more or less. As is the case I'd decided against much light stepping. Nope. Hard and mean. Right into the brain like a knife. Changing Jay, showing the Goddess my value and learning something too. Love learning, yes... I do.




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“ok” I told him “ for the next few hrs your job is to jerk off his cock and make him cum while he is being fed more imagery and suggestions.” I smiled “and every now and then suck on his tool some. I'll be rolling his chair back some and setting you up so he can see the man in his lap as he looks at the images... So careful or you'll tip the chair over...”




heh. Dirty indeed. 3rd set. Now we have him propped up in such a way where his wheel chair looks like its doing a wheelie. This is so his own crotch is in his line of site... so he can see the dark outline of a man's head going down on him, sucking him and jerking him off while he looks at more and more images of man porn. Dirty man porn. All the while the drugs in his system, all the while my voice looping in his head....




“sexual pleasure only from strangers and old men. A loser who is unable to please women, you turn to men. Men make you cum. Men turn you on. Strangers and old men give you pleasure...”




on and on.




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Monday being a holiday was making it easy. As the morning started I eased off the meds. This last 12 hrs or so we'd let him sober.




The final touch would be here soon. As is the case I unlocked Jay from his chair and helped him to stand. He was shaky and weak. That would be good for the last bit.




Letting the water rinse him, I had slave do the washing. Funny, seeing Jay get hard as the slaves hands soaped him. heh. Funny indeed.




Putting him in an easy chair this time I let him set. “Put a blanket over him slave” as I placed the headphones on him...




No want to run. Putty. Still some drugs running the system yet... also a docile and more relaxed Jay after 48 hrs of sleep deprivation and forced mind rape.




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“Jay...” I said “Jay... wake up....”




Hi eyes fluttered some.




“Jay.... Wake up...”




His eyes fluttered a bit more and came open.




“you've been asleep for some time” I lied, since he'd been asleep for maybe 30 minutes, as the combo had finally set his mind free and let him rest a bit.




He looked like a zombie.




“Jay... do you want to go to bed?” I asked, sort of torturing him just with my voice “Do you want to sleep Jay?”




“yes... yes... need to sleep...” was his reply “need to....”




“but Jay” I said... getting ready for the deep mind fuck... “Jay... Before you can sleep we have a problem...”




“what.... probleeeem” he was near done now... perfect for the deal...




“Jay... before you can sleep I need you to do something for me Jay”




heh.




“I need you to do something for me Jay?”




his eyes were like somewhere else.




“Whattt you neeed?” heh. Yes ask me Jay....




“I need you to let the two fellas in the bed room fuck you Jay. There are tow strangers in the bedroom... I need you to let them fuck you Jay....”




heh. his hard on told me what I wanted to know...




He would have said yes to it regardless about now... Since he was broken after 48 hrs plus... yet its the physical reaction that said “job well done...”




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“I want to watch, of course!” she exclaimed “since he tried to get out of sucking some cocks for me, I wouldn't miss this for the world.”




Jay had tried to run from a contract with her. She'd had me set it right. I could understand.




“well... “ She was ravishing, and as I spoke I so enjoyed the view... “he's ready...”




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Leading him, in his little white tee shirt and nothing else, leading Jay to the door... I told him...




“Sleep Jay, sleep... awaits behind this door. Sleep for you...” I went on “All you'll need to do is satisfy the two men in the room 1st Jay, then you can sleep.... ok?”




out on his feet, he nodded his head slowly... his tool showing it understood even if he was too zombified to get it all, his tool showed it understood...




opening the door, I glanced at the two old fat mother fuckers in the room... One in boxers and black socks... Head of his cock poking out form the slit, belly covered in gray hair... The other guy a chubby man sitting naked on the bed looking at a m/m water sports mag, pulling his cock...




“here” I said as I sort of pushed Jay in...




Taking up my place next to the Mistress I sat and watched with her... As Jay 1st went to bed... and then went to sleep.




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