[ADSMI] Story: The bitch, pt.06 M/M(teen) oral anal nc rp spank viol humil beast bond

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The story codes for the whole story are: M/t oral anal nc rp spank
viol humil beast bond

(or to put it another way - violent man/teenboy sex with
pretty much every kink except scat and blood, 'cos they turn me off.)

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The bitch, part 6
by ToolUser.




Morrie leaned back in the leather swivel chair, listening to the soft
"chuff" of pages slipping into the printer bin. The sound of the
shower next door had finished a little while ago but he wasn't
concerned about the boy doing anything stupid. Sanjay had gone very
quiet after watching him upload both the movies, and had jumped at the
offer of getting himself cleaned up. Meanwile Morrie had been spending
his time productively.

The more he'd thought about it the less it had seemed possible that
this fancy place could be supported by the half-derelict packing plant
in the valley. That thought, coupled with the things the boy had said
had brought him here to Ms Chandra's study.

Like the rest of the house it was modern, with carefully selected
retro touches. He doubted that the refurbished green filing cabinets
did anything beyond supporting the silver art deco fan and the house
plants. The dark teak desk and the computer on it were all sleek
modernity, but like everything else in the place were straight out of
the catalogue. She'd password protected her account, but hadn't
disabled the software support override. Stupid cow.

A sound made him look over toward the door. Sanjay stood there, slim
and naked, his hands folded shyly in front of his crotch.

"Hi, kid. You're all cleaned up, yeah?"

Sanjay shook his head. "I wash many time, but still taste and feel..."

"Yeah, well. C'mon. Come closer, little dog whore." He beckoned and
Sanjay shuffled nervously into the room. The red scratches down his
chest, stomach and sides were now livid weals, and he walked like he
could still feel a big cock stuffing his ass.

"What - what you do?"

"What am I doing? Printin' out some good stuff on your aunt. When you
said she a bad lady you sure said a mouthful. Payments from overseas
companies - an' a slew of flaky home grown ones - shunted round in her
little nest o' business dealin's an' poppin' out the other end as meat
deliveries, service payments an' consultancy stuff."

The boy came and stood next to the chair, peering at the screen. "You
tell?"

Morrie laughed. "Hell no!" he said. "I just reckon she's gonna be real
nice, sweet an' cooperative from now on. Just like you. You been a
good boy an' done like I told you?" He reached out towards the boy and
saw him flinch away from his touch. "Hey there. Now you stand still,
kid." He stroked down the boy's back and cupped one little asscheek
against his palm. "You scared o' me, boy?"

Sanjay hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes," he said. "I scare."

"So you gonna quit the backchat, yeah? Ah say, an' you do, right? You
done that thing I told you?"

"I do."

"Show me."

Sanjay turned slightly, and moved his hands away from his crotch,
which now gleamed bare and brown in the afternoon light. He was
looking down nervously at Morrie, his lower lip caught between his
teeth. "Is okay?"

"Better than okay." Morrie slipped his hand round, trailing his
fingers over the ridge of the boy's hip, feeling his smooth silky
skin, right to the base of his bare cock. "You done good, pretty boy.
Real smooth an' sweet." Gently he stroked along the lad's pretty cock,
feeling it swell and grow. "Now what was we sayin' before?"

"I," the words seemed to stick in Sanjay's throat. He swallowed, and
Morrie felt him shiver as he continued to stroke the boy's cock.

"I... I am bitch to dog," he whispered.

"And?" Morrie said, gently stroking Sanjay's hard cock. "What do you
like?"

"I like, I like -" Sanjay was shaking, his eyes screwed shut.

"Say it boy!"

"Cock!" Sanjay hunched a little, hanging his head. "I like the cock -
ooh!" He shivered as Morrie continued his expert massage. "Oh! So
nice!"

With his free hand, Morrie tapped the boy warningly on his butt.
"C'mon - keep talkin'. Don't wanna yell at ya. You gonna be a good boy
now, ain'cha?"

"Y-yes. Yes, Daddy," Sanjay whispered. "I like the cock. Like it, so
hard in my ass, like it - oh! - in, in me very full, and fast -" he
gasped as Morrie rubbed him harder.

"Yeah, and -"

"And the dog, on me. I feel him, big, hard. Hot animal, push in me,
very rough, so much! I shame so much!" The boy whimpered as Morrie
continued his massage, slowly, teasingly. "Hurt me! Ahh!"

"-But..."

"Hurt good! And, and -" he writhed as Morrie stroked his bone-hard
little prick, "- and I taste!" he wailed. "I - AHH!" He arched his
back, standing on tiptoe as Morrie rubbed him - "In my mouth, hard,  I
- eeeeee! EEEEHHH!!"

He squealed, his body arching like a dancer as he shot his cum across
the desktop. "Oooooh! Oh, so bad," he moaned as Morrie stroked him
gently, supporting him with his other hand.

"No, no. You done good, kid," Morrie said calmly. "You said good
stuff. Now," he reached up and took Sanjay's chin between thumb and
forefinger. "Look at me. You gonna be a good boy?" he waited for
Sanjay to nod. "Right then."

Morrie swiveled the chair sideways and spread his legs. His cock
jutted up stiffly, hard and aching. Slowly, Sanjay knelt down. He
brushed his hair back over his shoulders and looked anxiously up at
Morrie.

"It very big," he said.

"Oh yeah? Bigger than what?"

Sanjay blushed. "Bigger than dog."

"Size whore," Morrie said affectionately. "You want it up your ass?"

Sanjay looked nervous, but answered demurely. "Yes, Daddy."

"Well, that's just too bad. Ya cain't have it up yer cute li'l chute
right now, 'cos you got other business. Ain't ya? Tell me."

"Yes, Daddy." Sanjay looked up, and then down at Morrie's cock again.
"I, I shall suck your cock."

"- because..."

"Because I gay boy cocksucker bitch."

"That's right, boy." Morrie reached out and pulled the boy's head
towards his crotch. "C'mon, pretty bitch. Use your tongue on my nuts,
just like you did with them dogs."

Morrie leaned back as Sanjay began to lap and nibble at his ballsac,
his hands clasped obediently behind his back.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, that's right. Along my cock now, just like before."
Morrie stared down the length of his body to where the boy was working
on his cock, licking along its hardness, working it with his soft
little lips. Sanjay looked up, his face anxious.

"That's right boy. Time to use your pretty mouth, just like you did on
that big dog, you dirty little whore. That's it; open wide."

Morrie could feel the boy's tongue on the sensitive tip of his cock,
feel his breath, and then the sudden warmth of the boy's mouth.

"Suck it," he moaned as Sanjay began to move his mouth up and down.
"Feel that hard cock in your mouth, gay boy. You like sucking cock."

"Nnnnn." Sanjay mumbled a protest, and Morrie grinned.

"Oh, yeah. That's it, you little pansy. Moan as you suck your Daddy's
cock. Go on!"

"Mmmmmm."

Morrie felt the vibrations shiver down his cock. The boy was hunched
over, rhythmically sucking the top inch, maybe inch-and-a-half of
Morrie's cock, and moaning as he did so.

"Mmmmmmm. Nnnnnnnn."

Morrie could feel the ridges in the roof of Sanjay's mouth as the boy
mouthed the sensitive head of his cock, his tongue squirming against
the underside, smooth and slippery as a little eel. The vibrations of
the boy's moans shivered down Morrie's cock.

He reached out and pushed down on the back of the boy's head.

"C'mon, more!" he said, enjoying the feel of the boy tensing up as
more cock was pushed into his mouth. "Gonna use your mouth, boy, just
like I used your ass." He could feel his cock lodge in the back of the
boy's throat.

Sanjay choked. "Nnnnnggg!" he said, trying to pull his head back. He
pushed against Morrie's thighs, but was no match for the man's
full-grown strength. "Nnnnng! Oahlg!"

Morrie pulled down a little more, just to show who was boss, and then
let the boy up for air. "That was real good boy," he said as Sanjay
spluttered. "I like the way you remembered the moanin'. But that
pushin' ain't gonna do you no good. Just rile me up an' make me
nasty."

Sanjay coughed and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Sorry,
Daddy," he croaked.

"Yeah, well. Get back to it then, slutboy. DEEP this time." Morrie
leaned back, watching Sanjay. The boy took hold of Morrie's cock, his
fingers feeling cool and gentle. He stroked it and kissed it, making
Morrie shiver with the feel of his soft breath. Morrie found himself
watching the boy's slim lips, thinking about kissing them, the
softness and the aftertaste of mint from his frantic brushing. His
tongue caressed the tip of Morrie's cock, first rough, then smooth -

Then down. The wet heat of the boy's mouth was as shocking as before;
Morrie felt him tense and push further, felt the elastic squeeze of
his throat muscles slipping down over the big head, down a little
further, and then back up again.

Sanjay coughed, dragging in a great wheeze of air, and wiped his lips
with his wrist.

"You doin' good, boy." Morrie stood up and pushed the chair back,
towering over the boy who knelt before him.

Sanjay looked nervous again as Morrie bumped the broad head of his big
cock against the boy's lips, but obediently opened his mouth.

"That's right." Morrie moved his cock gently back and forth in the
boy's mouth, cradling his head in both big hands. "I'm gonna fuck your
mouth an' your throat with this big cock. Gonna use you, boy, like the
disgustin' dog-whore you are." He pushed further into Sanjay's mouth,
feeling the boy tense. "Yeah. Remember when it was a dog's cock doin'
this?"

Sanjay mumbled something; Morrie could feel him shaking as he pushed
his cock in and out of the boy's wet warmth. "You're a dirty little
whore who pleasures ANIMALS, ain't ya? An' ya liked it! I saw ya!"

Sanjay wailed; he tried to move his head, but Morrie gripped the boy's
hair and thrust down his throat.

Oh god! The feel of the boy's throat clenching around his hard cock as
he fucked deep, his hairy groin banging against Sanjay's cute nose as
the boy struggled, groaning and retching in his remorseless grip.

He pulled back after a couple of dozen thrusts, letting the
scarlet-faced boy drag in three, four enormous breaths and then
spitted his gasping mouth again, forcing his hard cock down the
teenager's throat.

"Oh! Uh! Uh! You're a - natural, kid!" Morrie grunted as he
face-fucked the boy. "A tight, hot, fuckin' throat, an' you love it,
ya dirty little bitch! Love! It! Yeah!" He fucked the boy's throat
hard for another few thrusts, and then allowed him another couple of
gasping breaths before plunging back in again. He was getting close
now; the boy's panic really turned him on and he thrust brutally into
that sweet, hot mouth, thrilled as the boy struggled in earnest,
drumming his fists uselessly against Morrie's hairy thighs, his
screams muffled to rhythmic gutteral moans.

Morrie clenched his fingers tighter in the boy's hair; it was coming,
he could feel the urgent need rising, his cock twitching -

"Ahh! You little slut!" he gasped, thrusting into the helpless boy's
mouth. "Taste my cum, boy! UHHH! Yeah!" he crushed the boy'd head
against his groin, feeling his cock swell and spurt a huge jet of cum
down the boy's throat. The pleasure was indescribable and he moaned
aloud as his cock pulsed again, squirting his seed into the boy. It
was hard to pull back, but he did it, tensing as he heard Sanjay
dragging in a gasping shriek of breath and then cumming hard again,
gushing seed into the gasping, terrified boy's mouth and then
thrusting hard down his throat again for the last few spasms of his
incredible climax.

"Bwleargh! UKK!" Sanjay choked, Morrie's cum dribbling out of his
mouth round the man's big cock.

"You suck on that, boy. Clean me up real good," Morrie said as he
pulled back enough that the boy could breathe. "Don't you go wastin'
my cum, now."

Sanjay was too short of breath to answer, but Morrie felt the boy's
tongue stir against his cock. "That's good. You done good, my li'l
pansy dog-slut." Morrie stood patiently as the kid slobbered up and
down his cock, licking the strings of cum off it and struggling to
swallow them between gasps for air.

"You a faggot cock-sucker now, boy?"

"Yes, Daddy," Sanjay gasped.


* * *


Morrie rested his arm on the sill, letting the wind caress his face.
The radio was tuned to a light dance station and he tapped his fingers
on the wheel in time to the beat.

The van hummed along the road between the thick stands of pines as
though it too was happy to finally be on the way to Chicken Town.

Morrie glanced down at where Sanjay lay. The boy was curled up on the
bench seat, his lean, firm warmth pressed against him. A studded black
leather collar was clasped round the boy's slim throat, and the white
tee-shirt - the only other thing he was wearing - read "Peewee Rodeo:
wild animal rides."

Morrie changed hands on the wheel, reaching down for the gearshift and
felt the boy's fingers stroking the back of his arm.

"You okay there, sport?"

"Yes, I fine, Daddy."

"Good. The guys'll be real surprised to see me so soon. Good job you
done back there."

"You think?"

Morrie glanced down at the boy's eager, earnest face as he changed
gear. "Sure. Without you helpin' I'd still be back there fixin' them
cabinets 'stead of on vacation. You're a smart kid, real quick, an'
good with tools."

Morrie let go of the gearshift and slipped his arm companionably
around the boy.

Sanjay giggled. "One tool I am learning for sure."

"Now, now. None o' that while I'm drivin', kid." Morrie stroked his
hand down the boy's side, feeling his firm flesh beneath the thin
cotton of the tee-shirt until his hand cupped Sanjay's ass. "How's
your ass this mornin'?"

"Hurt, a bit."

"Yeah, I'll bet. That's what you get when you use it for makin'
friends an' influencin' people. " He'd woken in the early morning,
aware that the boy was no longer beside him and hearing a disturbance
downstairs. He'd padded down to the lower floor and flicked on the
light to be confronted by the sight of Sanjay on all fours being
roughly mounted by the big black dog. Yawning, he'd flicked off the
light again and stumbled back to bed.

Now he idly stroked the boy's ass cheek as the van hummed along the
highway. "You put that ointment on your ass, like I told you?"

"For sure Daddy. All up inside like you say."

"That's good. Make you heal an' keep you a slick li'l slut."

"You think my aunt, she is fix?"

Morrie chuckled. "Don't you worry about her, son. If she's like any
other chick, after Larry's finished with her she'll be in such a good
mood she won't care if we'd trashed the place."

Morrie's decision to ignore the latest instructions had worried Sanjay
the whole time they'd been fixing up the kitchen. The boy had been
good, and helpful: fetching and carrying; passing tools and fiddly
little screws to Morrie as he reached into awkward little spaces.
Even, wonder of wonders, talking to the dogs and trying to keep them
out of the way. Yet every time they talked together, Sanjay would edge
the conversation round to his aunt and what she would say when she
came back.

* * * *

"She will be most angry," Sanjay had said. "Maybe even to send me
home. She can be -" he moved his hand up and down as though measuring
a level, "like two people, loud and soft, but fast, yes?"

"A bit of a temper, and changin' her mind a lot, you mean? Yeah, I had
noticed. But I thought you wanted ta go home. What about all that New
India stuff you was tellin' me about?"

Sanjay had looked down, twining a strand of his dark hair around his
finger.

"Thought your Mom made ya come anyway. 'N what about your Dad? Didn't
he say nothin'?"

Sanjay shrugged.

"C'mon, kid! Talk to me!"

Morrie waited patiently through the long silence that followed.
Finally, still looking down at the strand of hair he was winding and
unwinding about his fingers, Sanjay said:

"You want that I am going?"

"Huh?"

"My aunt, she say many times that Pinnacle Kitchen is local company.
You are in the town. But then I think, maybe -" he paused, twisting
his hands together and then looked up, a trace of the old fire in his
eyes. "But maybe you are my Daddy when your dick up my butt only."

"I ain't takin' shit from you anytime, kid. But I'm still listenin'."

Sanjay looked down again, his hair like a curtain between them.

"Maybe," he said softly, "maybe sometime listen not enough. My father,
he all the time listen. My mother, she all the time talk and talk, and
shout, and make and he do. My aunt, she same."

Sanjay looked up. "I not want that all my life I listen only. My aunt,
she go but say to me 'You must be strong and not let lazy work people
cheat us'. I try. I try so hard for strong. But -" he'd gestured
towards the newly replaced kitchen tops.

"So you better phone her, yeah?"

"I scare to do."

"You do what yer Daddy tells ya. Got that number? Then go get it."

Sanjay had returned carrying a cordless phone and a piece of paper
torn from a notebook. He looked forlorn, standing there in his slim,
sexy nakedness.

"C'mon." Morrie sat down on the couch and patted the place next to
him, but Sanjay perched on his lap. "Okay kid, dial."

Sanjay frowned at the note, and angled it towards Morrie. "You can
read?" He blushed, and Morrie laughed.

"Yeah, you asked me before. Guess I'm not the only one has trouble
with her handwriting, huh?" He turned the note towards himself. "Yeah,
it's - holy shit!"

The emergency number was all too familiar: his boss Larry's home
phone. Morrie chuckled. "Well, I can sure see why she din't want you
phonin' her all weekend. An' I reckon she's gonna come home in a right
good mood. But still -" Morrie didn't know why he said it: maybe it
was what the kid had been saying earlier, and likely the feel of those
firm little ass cheeks pressing into Morrie's groin was a factor too,
but suddenly Morrie knew the right thing to do.

"Still, I ain't leavin' you here alone. You're comin' with me."

"Yes Daddy! But the dogs -"

"They're comin' too."

Sanjay had looked decidedly less happy about that, and shifted
uncomfortably on Morrie's lap. "I must?"

"Yeah. When your Daddy says, what do you do?"

"I do."

"Good boy."

From that point it had been straightforward. Morrie phoned his boss,
and grinned when the answering machine clicked on.

"Hey, Larry? Me here. Just wanted to give you the details about the
job. We're -"

Larry picked up. "Hey there! How's it going? Any problems?"

"Nah, all sorted. Kitchen's done - and I mean finished. I ain't comin'
back again 'less I'm paid up front, got that?"

"Now see here -"

"No. I've had it, Larry. When I get back from vacation either you pay
up, or Pinnacle's gonna be lookin' for a new plumber, carpenter,
electrician an' laborer."

"Morrie, you can't -"

"I sure can. You c'n also tell that bitch you're fuckin' that her
cheap houseboy's goin' on vacation an' Pinnacle's gonna pick up the
tab for lookin' after her dogs. 'Less she'd rather social workers and
the SPCA of course." He'd held the phone away from his ear and winked
at Sanjay, grinning while Larry shouted.

"Take it easy, Larry. You c'n stiff her with whatever goddamn' bill
you like, I ain't chargin' a dime for lookin' after 'em. In fact if
she wants to sell 'em I'll take 'em as the whole of my fee. The kid's
fine. He'll be back in a couple, three weeks or so. Meanwhile she c'n
just enjoy herself.

"Yeah? You wanna ring me, you got my cellphone number. I'm givin' the
kid a ride to the coast if she wants to talk to him. See ya then.
Yeah, you too."

The phone had rung again not three minutes later. Sanjay had answered,
and Morrie had seen him wince at the high pitched babble which came
from the receiver.

"'S okay. Give it here, boy."

"Hey, Mizz Chandra, Morrie here."

"Who is this? Pass me back to my nephew at once!"

"Now, now, take it easy -"

"I will not! I will NOT take it easy you idiot man, you will -"

Morrie stuck two fingers into his mouth and whistled shrilly into the
phone.

"You shut the fuck up and listen, lady unless you wanna be talkin' to
the police, immigration, an' especially the I -fuckin' R. S.

"Yeah, thought that'd get your attention. Karma meat consultancy,
Lotus packin', ring any bells? I could name a dozen more if'n you need
'em."

"What are you -"

"I'm talkin'. Shut up. I'm goin on vacation an' Sanjay's comin' with
me. Oh sure, he'll have a great time." Morrie grinned at the feel of
the naked boy squirming on his lap. "You just pay the bill like the
sweetheart you are, an' I'll talk to ya when we get back. Yeah, you do
that. Talk to Larry, an' don't do anythin' stupid. I'll talk to you
when we get back." He'd hung up.


*  *  *

Morrie knew Wolf and Brutus would quickly calm down now their world
had been put right and the pack sorted out.

Sanjay was still very frightened of the dogs, and perhaps always would
be, but hell, that'd just keep him tight and make for a better show
when they fucked him. One thing was for sure, the kid was going to
learn a hell of a lot more about rough mansex in the next couple
weeks.

Oh yeah. It looked to be a great vacation.


THE END.
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