Street Hustler Tamed and Trained

My decent into submission began on a rainy night in downtown Pittsburgh. I wasn't a regular hustler on the Mellon Square track but spent time there when I needed the money and action. I was 23 and had older guys salivating to get at me. Most wanted to suck a young guy's cock and gladly paid for the opportunity. On occasion I got the kink guys who usually wanted some verbal domination and fetish action. I really liked these johns because I was kinky and the gigs were easy. Most wanted spanked and some desired body worship.

The rain limited the johns that night. But a regular guy kept making the rounds in a van. He was known by the hustler's as Big Bad Bob or simply BBB. He liked rough kinks and paid really well. He looked me over a couple times before motioning me to the van. He was a stocky bearded guy and I had not done a gig with him before. He said that he'd take me in the van to a secluded spot outside of the downtown area. He asked if I did kinks and said he wanted an hour and would pay $200. Most johns only wanted to spend $50 or less. I wanted that cash!!

He said, "I want you naked in the back of the van. I want to feel you up and smack your ass. You don't have to suck me but I want to make your ass red. It will get me hard and I'll jack on your face. You have to take the spanking to get the cash. And wear my cum like a good bitchboy."

I was used to being on the Dom side of things and had not been used this way before. He could see the look in my eye. He said, "I want your answer now boy!! Tell me you'll be my bitch or stand in the rain and you won't make shit."

His attitude meant business. And I wanted the cash. I figured he was mostly talk as most of the guys were. I thought my young ass would get him off quickly and I'd have his money in a lot less than an hour. I looked him in the eye with a smirk on my face and said "I'll be your bitch for $200."

My attitude must have pissed him off. He put his meaty hand on the door and told me to bow my head and kiss it. "Bitchboys follow orders to get this kind of cash." I wanted that cash and bowed my head in the rain and kissed his hand.

"Now get in the van and kneel while you strip and I'll take you to your discipline" he said.

I got in the side van door and onto my hands and knees while he pulled away. As he drove silently I stripped off my clothes. I was kneeling naked and felt different because I was usually in control of the gigs I did.

He drove out of town and pulled into a rest stop area off an interstate. He parked away from the truckers and other cars. He told me to bow my head down and he got out of his captains seat and pulled blinds down to cover the windows. He turned the radio up to muffle any sounds.

He told me I wouldn't get paid until my face was covered with his cum and then I would have to take the money in my mouth from between his bare toes. My head was bowed but I could hear him removing clothes. Suddenly I felt him grab my ass cheeks roughly. Then a hard smack that made me jump. "Stay fucking still bitch and take your spanking and earn that cash." I didn't answer as expected and got a much harder smack on the other asscheek. "Did you not hear me boy?" he said.

"I'm sorry Sir please have mercy." I begged. Only two smacks and my ass felt like it was on fire. I immediately got two more really hard smacks on one asscheek. What the fuck had I gotten myself into.

"Thank you Sir!" I was learning that this would not be easy cash. The words were barely out of my mouth when he blasted my bare ass with four more very hard smacks. With tears welling in my eyes I kept silent but whimpered slightly. He clearly had done this enough to know that he had me right where he wanted me. My ass was burning. but I was afraid to protest and lost the pay. I was being quickly tamed and trained.

He made me kneel there for a couple minutes before he continued my torment. I felt his bare foot placed on my back as I knelt in naked submission.

I blurted out, "Please have mercy on me Sir."

"If you want mercy you have to earn it." he said and with that he took my head by the hair and lifted my head. He was naked from the waist down and had a muscle shirt on. He was a big burly guy and I felt very intimidated naked with a burning ass. He sat in a side seat in the van and lifted a big, bare foot to my face. "I can make your ass hurt as much as I want because I paid for your ass bitchboy." he said with a wicked smile. "But if you show me you'll lick and suck that foot the way I like your ass gets a short break."

"Do we understand each other bitchboy?"

"Yes Sir." I said in submission as I pressed my lips and tongue to his bare foot. His foot tasted of sweat but I licked and kissed his soles and toes in earnest to earn some mercy for my burning ass. "Good boy now suck the toes." he said.

"Yes Sir!!" I replied quickly. I now feared the smacks on my ass.

I went to work on his pudgy toes and sucked like the slave I had become. I did not look up at him and concentrated my efforts on his pleasure. I heard a moan from him as I sucked the toes and ran my tongue between them to save my ass and hopefully gain his favor.

"Look at me boy while you suck those toes and see how much I enjoy using your fucking mouth and ass." he said.

"Yes Sir!!' My replies were getting more meek and I could hear the utter defeat in my own voice.

I could see the pleasure in his eyes as he felt my tongue all over his toes. I could see his cock was hard and while it was not big it was very thick. As I looked into his eyes he started to slowly stroke his cock. "Bow back down bitch!!" he commanded. My head went back down. I knew this meant my ass was going to get whacked. He moved down his seat to be closer to my ass. He smacked an asscheek hard to make me grunt. Then another and yet another. The pain was intense and I whimpered. "I'm going to put a foot under your face bitch and you'll lick it while I blast your ass a few times. Take it like a trained bitch and maybe I'll let you lick my sweaty balls to earn your cum. Squirm too much and the pain continues. Do we understand each other bitch?"

"Yes Sir." I said. He could not see it but I had tears in my eyes. He could probably hear it in my voice but I was conquered and it didn't matter. I was a beaten hustler and had to do what I was told no matter how long it took.

I felt the foot pushed under my bowed face. I licked it and sucked like it meant everything to me. I had not focused on it with the pain but licking the foot made me semi hard. That ended quickly as the smacks became even harder. I tried my best to stay in place but wiggled a bit to try to somehow ease the pain.

At a point in the spanking I blurted out "Thank you Sir" in a tone that must have clearly expressed my defeat. But I kept licking between his toes to show my compliance. I didn't care at this point about the humiliation of my situation. He controlled my ass and I licked those toes like a trained slave would do. I didn't really have a choice.

He stopped the spanking when I was not sure I could take much more. I knew better than to stop worshipping his foot. He pointed a toe up and I sucked it. "Good bitchboy. Keep sucking that toe while I stroke myself more. Do a good job and I'll give you some sweaty balls to lick. Do that well and I'll cover your pathetic hustler face in cum, Do we have a clear understanding?" He inquired.

"Yes Sir and thank you." I sounded pathetic but I was now a slave.

He lifted my head once again and saw the tears on my face. He swiped at the tears and rubbed them on his balls. He wickedly smiled down at his broken bitch. "Now lick your fucking tears from my balls and watch my cock as I jack it." The balls were big, hairy and quite sweaty. But my on fire ass was being spared and I wanted to keep it that way. I licked and tickled his balls with my tongue. He looked down at me and moaned as I watched his thick cock getting stroked. I could see the precum on his cockhead. I licked his balls and tasted the sweat as he increased the level of his cock manipulation. He commanded me to lick under his balls. I could smell his ass as I licked and tickled the underside of his balls. His moans increased. He took my head and raised it as he stroked the cock now with intensity. "You fucking hustler slave. You want a face full of cum?" He grunted.

"Yes Sir I want to wear your cum!!" I couldn't believe how easily I said that.

He smacked my face with his free hand but I never stopped licking his balls. By now I knew better. I felt him tense his legs and a moment later I felt the warm, thick cum cascade on my face. On my nose and cheek and dripping toward my mouth. I could smell it still I licked his balls. I was not sure why but he had not told me to stop. He took a finger and put some of his cum on it. I felt the finger probe my lips and I accepted it. He said "Taken like a broken fag hustler."

He pushed my head away from his balls and admired the load he had placed on my face. I made no attempt to wipe away the cum. That seemed to please him. I stayed on my knees looking at him and feeling the continued stinging from my spanking.

He reached for his pants and pulled out some money. He placed a fifty dollar bill between his toes and told me "Bow down and take the money in your mouth bitchboy and suck the toes while you do it." He repeated this four more times. The cum had run down my face and had turned from thick to watery. The money had my saliva and some of his cum on it.

He said to me. "When you take that money you'll smell my cum tonight. You'll know you earned every cent. I could make you kiss that cum but you'll probably do it later. I'll drive you back but the cum stays on your face till you are out of the van. Do we understand each other bitch?"

"Yes Sir!!" was my continued defeated reply.

He allowed me to dress as he drove me back. I sat on the floor of the van defeated but i felt my own precum in my briefs. I never expected that reaction from the pain and degradation he had subjected me to.

As he pulled the van over to let me out he said "I gave you a tip for your performance bitchboy. If you expect to make that money again you'll crawl to me and kiss my feet without a word." I did it and not only kissed his foot but sucked his toes for several minutes. He knew what he had turned me into with one session. He moaned and I for some reason wanted to worship his foot even longer. I really wanted to cum. He ordered me out of the van.

My face was still cum covered and my ass was in real pain. I saw another hustler look at me with disgust. I understood. I was broken and did what I had thought was unthinkable for me an hour earlier. I looked at my watch. I had been used for two hours. I didn't care. I just kept thinking about those toes.

As I walked back to my car I could have easily wiped off the cum. But I didn't and my thoughts were racing as to whether he might use me again.