[ADSMI] Story: The bitch, pt.02 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.)

The codes for this part are: M/t, spank, bond, viol

No electrons were harmed in the making of this story.

Hope you enjoy it.

TU.

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The Bitch, part 2
by ToolUser






Morrie stormed out of the kitchen and across the lanai, heading for
the van. "Fuckin' Holy Roller shit! He's lucky I didn't belt him one!
I should've. It's always the same: "we welcome people of all different
types". Yeah, right. Provided they're exactly like us and not
faggots!"

The dogs came bounding over, and Morrie stopped to scratch the tops of
their heads and rub their hard, bristly coats. There was something
very comforting about their solid, muscular dependability.

"You're filthy hounds, you know that? You an' me, we're gonna come
back over an' over, just like this."

Brutus looked up at him, his ears pricked forward, pink tongue
lolling. Morrie could swear he was laughing.

"Yeah. I reckon you're right. Let's just cut the bullshit and get on
with our jobs, hey? I guess I'd better get me a couple more slabs so's
I can go back an' pollute his aura with my karmic animal shit."

Morrie began unloading the van. The dogs of course crowded round to
help: sticking their cold noses into his hands, panting hot breath in
his ear whenever he bent down, pressing up against him and getting
generally underfoot.

"Hey, Sanjay!" Morrie pushed Brutus aside and yelled toward the house.
"Come and control these bloody dogs before one of us has an accident."

"I shall not!" The boy shouted back from inside the kitchen and Morrie
heard Wolf growl. "I do not control the dogs for you!"

"I just bet you don't, sweetheart," Morrie muttered to himself as the
dogs grumbled. "What's he been doin' to you two, hey?" he patted the
dogs and scratched their shoulders where their rough coats bristled.

The dogs followed at his heels as he carried the next couple of slabs
up, one balanced on either shoulder.  At the sound of their claws on
the paving Sanjay twisted round on his stool. His face paled.

"Get away!" he shouted.  The boy groped wildly on the counter behind
himself, knocking over the fruit bowl. "Out of here, filthy animal!"
he threw a spice mill at Wolf and the dog yelped.  Brutus snarled.

"Brutus, no!" Morrie raised his voice in a commanding bellow. "Wolf,
Brutus! Heel!"

"You!  Throw that apple an' you're fucked, you stupid little bastard!
They'll have you!"

"You shut up!  This not your house!" The boy was breathing fast,
holding the apple high, and Morrie could see his upraised arm
trembling.  Morrie stood still, feeling the heavy slabs cutting into
his shoulders and praying the boy would show some sense while he
listened to the rumble of the dogs' growling.

At last the boy lowered his arm and stepped back from the doorway.

Morrie ordered the dogs to stay, and carried the slabs into the
kitchen.

Sanjay swooshed the door shut behind him.

"I want you out this house!"

"Yeah, gimme a minute." Morrie dumped the slabs and massaged his
aching shoulders.

"I want you go!"

"What the hell are you talking about, kid?"

"You anger the dogs, make them growl to me, bring them in the house.
They are not allow in the house!  Dirty animal!"

"What the! - they're fine, them dogs.  Fit, healthy and not a flea on
'em. 'Cept I was gonna mention -" Morrie broke off as comprehension
dawned.  Little shit!  Fuckin' up them dogs, on account of a muddy paw
mark or some damn' prinkin' thing!

Sanjay was still shouting. "You so stupid! I am high caste. It is too
bad my aunt make me feed dirty dogs. But if they come in the house,
house unclean! If I touch them, I unclean! Understand now?"

Morrie drew a deep breath. "Okay, okay.  They're not coming in the
house.  I'll leash 'em or tie 'em up or something."

"Oh, yes!" Sanjay was yelling. "You think you are big man!  But you
are not boss here.  Dog think they boss here, but no. I top dog. I
say. You go!" He pointed angrily towards the patio.

"Look, kid. I'm not going anywhere."

"I am not kid! I man!"

"Then start fucking acting like one! I'm here to do a job and I'm
gonna do it. You can either sit down, shut up and watch me do it, or
fuck off - I don't care! Now get out of my way!  Well?" he glared at
the boy.

Sanjay returned his glare for a moment and then moved back to his
stool. He pulled himself up onto it and pushed his dishevelled hair
back from his face, tucking it back under the sweatband with jerky,
angry movements.


An hour and a half later, Morrie clunked the last piece of slate down
on the waist-high pile and leaned against it, gasping and wiping the
sweat off his forehead with the furry back of his forearm.

"Get us a glass of water, would you, kid?"

The boy unfolded his arms and carefully picked an invisible piece of
lint off his shorts, but otherwise didn't reply.

"Y' damn' rude. Know that, kid? Fuh." Morrie wiped at his neck again.
"I'll get it myself then." He heaved himself to his feet and stalked
across the room towards the sink.  He heard a clatter behind him and
then the boy pushed past.

Sanjay turned in front of Morrie, barring the way, his arms
dramatically outstretched.

"No.  My aunt said you only use guest toilet there if you must," the
boy pointed a slim, disdainful finger toward the corridor leading to
the front of the house. "She said you may make dirty nothing else,
nothing!" He flicked his fingers dismissively towards Morrie. "Get
back!"

Morrie grabbed the front of the boy's shirt and Sanjay gave a little
gasp of outrage. Morrie dragged him close. "Listen to me, you little
shit. I've had enough of your attitude. You're going to learn some
fuckin' manners!"

"Let go, labouring man!"

The boy swung a wild punch; Morrie moved his head aside  and grabbed
his slim wrist, twisting it up behind his back.

"Ow! Ow! You must take your hand off me!"

"I'll show you what my fuckin' hand must do." Morrie frog-marched the
kid across the kitchen towards the couch. "What you need is some
fuckin' discipline and that's what I'm gonna give you."

He grabbed the front of the boy's shirt in both hands and pulled. The
thick material resisted for a moment, and then ripped from neck to
hem.

Sanjay's chest was smooth and only slightly muscled, his nipples flat
like chocolate dimes.

"You break my shirt!" the boy slipped an arm out of his ruined shirt
and twisted away.

"Yeah." Seeing the boy ready to run, Morrie grabbed at Sanjay's shorts
and yanked downwards; tangling the boy's legs. "Come here you little
shit!" He grabbed for Sanjay's arm, and as the boy twisted to stay out
of reach, neatly hooked his feet from under him, tumbling him onto his
side.

Sanjay shrieked as he fell, and sprawled on the floor in a lovely
tangle of torn white cotton.

Hell the boy was cute! His slim waist showed the nice beginnings of a
six-pack, and his crotch was bare except for a little tuft of straight
wiry hair above his cock.

Sanjay tried to scoot away, but Morrie grabbed his arm, getting more
excited by the moment.  The boy's smooth firm flesh felt good under
his hands as he struggled, and Morrie enjoyed ripping the shirt's
remaining arm so that he could pull it off completely.

"You bastar'!" Sanjay yelled as he twisted on the floor. "You off me!"
He jerked his arm in Morrie's grip.

Morrie slid down off the couch and knelt, one big hand gripped round
Sanjay's bicep to hold him down.  He pulled off one sneaker and threw
it aside.

Sanjay tried to back-heel him, but his legs were still entangled in
his shorts. "Let go!"

Morrie caught the boy's foot and pulled that sneaker off too. "Reckon
I'll leave them white socks on.  They look damn' sexy.  You're a good
lookin' kid, sweetheart." He trailed his fingers up Sanjay's smooth
thigh, cupping the sweet curve of his little ass.

Morrie felt the boy twist: suddenly there was agonizing pain in his
forearm.  The little bastard had bitten him!

"OW!" He slapped Sanjay hard across the head, knocking the boy's teeth
away from his flesh. "You little shit!  You're gonna be sorry you did
that!"

The boy hissed something and Morrie punched his lean stomach, hard.
Sanjay gasped, curling into a fetal position.

Morrie sat back on the couch and pulled the boy up onto his lap: face
down over his knees.

With the boy still winded, it was easy now to grab Sanjay's other
wrist, and Morrie pulled the towelling sweatband off the boy's hair
and used it to tie both slim brown wrists together.

Morrie ran his hands over the boy. Beautiful smooth deep brown skin.
Slim, spare, firm little buns that showed Sanjay sure did play a lot
of tennis.  Bent over Morrie's lap, this position spread the boy's ass
enough that Morrie could clearly see the darker pinky brown of his
tightly folded asshole.

"Get your hands off me, chura!" Sanjay croaked. "I will report you for
this!  To my aunt, the police!"

"You do that.  And when you do it you're gonna be standing up because
your ass burns so bad, because I'm gonna spank you like the spoiled
little brat you are!" Morrie brought his hand down in a stinging, open
slap.

"Ow! You must not do this!" Sanjay said. "I will shout.  Stop! Help!
Help!"

"Oh, go ahead and yell. None of your neighbors are close enough to
hear."

Morrie brought his broad hand down in a hard, meaty slap, and Sanjay
yelled.

"Ow! Stop this!"

Morrie spanked him again. "Take that!  And that!  You little bitch!
You and your!  Fuckin'!  Aunt!" He watched as his hand prints
appeared: first one, then two, merging together as each slap overlaid
the others.

"Yeah, oh yeah!" Morrie grinned pulling the boy further onto his lap
so that he could spank those inviting little brown buns harder.

"Ow! Yow!  Stop! Aoww!" Sanjay's asscheeks went first pink and then a
deeper red as Morrie's big callused hand smacked them hard, and again.
Morrie felt his cock swelling as the boy squirmed on his lap, wiggling
his sexy little ass.

"Yeah! Yeah! Sorry now, you ignorant little bastard? Well are you?"
Morrie yelled. "Are you?! Tell! Me!" he bellowed, punctuating each
word with a hard slap.

"Nh! Nh!  You hurt, my ass, but cannot, change me!" Sanjay gasped.
"Better - aow - than you!"

Morrie paused, flexing his stinging hand. "Better, are ya?"

"Yes!" Sanjay hissed, twisting on his lap to glare over his shoulder.
"Hit again, I will still be high and you be chura: dirt."

"You ain't gonna apologize?"

Sanjay snorted. "Does a man apologize to dog?  I will never lower
myself to you!"

"Never is a big word, boy.  I reckon you'll say sorry all right.
More'n that - afore the afternoon's over I reckon you're gonna show me
how sorry you are." He pushed the boy off his lap and Sanjay fell in a
clumsy heap, glaring up at him.

"How will I show this?" Sanjay sneered. "I will never say humble word
to you."

"Oh I reckon you'll do more'n that," Morrie said, "I reckon when
you're really sorry you'll put that cute li'l mouth to better use than
talkin'."

Morrie stood up and stripped off his vest and pants, feeling his hard
cock spring out and up. Sanjay's eyes went wide and he shook his head
wildly, his hair flying out in a dark cloud.

"I never do!"

"Sure you do." Morrie grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him closer, but
Sanjay bared his teeth.

"You make big mistake."

"Yeah, you're a fuckin' biter. I remember. Well if you don't wanna
suck, fine. We can do other stuff 'til you fuckin' learn!"

Twisting one hand into Sanjay's hair, and grabbing the boy's bound
wrists with the other, Morrie pulled Sanjay up off the floor and half
threw him over the broad arm of the couch.

"Uhhh! What you do? What you do?" Sanjay's voice was shrill as he
sprawled wide legged across the white leather arm.

"Gonna do you a favor, kid. Teach you somethin' real important."



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(end of pt.2)
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