The door opened again. Taylor let his body slump. It was going to happen again. Another dick in him, another pounding, another turn as a bitch. The man sat on the bed, pulling Taylor's hood off. Taylor panicked at the possibility of further exposure hit him. It was Kam, looking at him with cold eyes. "You will never know who I sent in to fuck you. And you will never know if I told them who you are." Taylor's eyes widened at those words. "That's right. You disobey me and you will have to suffer the consequences. It doesn't matter what I order you to do, you do it. You are my bitch. Your feelings and wants are irrelevant. I'm going to leave you here for a while to contemplate. When I decide to let you out, get on your knees, kiss my feet and thank me for punishing you. " Kam got up, left the room, leaving the light on.
Taylor's tongue played over the penis-shaped gag in his mouth. So much of his life involved dick that was not his now. Taylor felt his own prick hard and rubbing against the blankets over the bed. He'd been fucked by two strangers and Kam had intimidated him. How was he hard? Pulling on arms straps Taylor moved his hips, rubbing his dick. It was hard. He was never this hard with a girl, not if she was going down on him, not if he was fucking her. What was making his dick bone up for what Kam did to him? That may be the most difficult part for Taylor to deal with, all the shit Kam put him through, it aroused him. Before Kam, Taylor had never looked at another guy, never wanted to touch or be touched by one. Now, most of his sexual contact was with men. And he was getting erections during it all.
Taylor's dick didn't go down the entire time he was left there. Kam came in and silently unhooked Taylor from the bed. He tossed Taylor's clothes at him and ordered him to dress. Taylor quickly did. Kam drove Taylor home without a word. Taylor didn't recognize the route, and couldn't keep it in his head. Taylor was allowed out and slunk to his room.
Taylor didn't hear from Kam the next day. The following he got texted instructions to head to Kam's place the following day. Taylor was stuck between relief and dread. Two full days, almost three, without Kam was a rare thing, and Taylor wasn't sure what he would do with the freedom from the humiliation every interaction with Kam brought. He felt some of the tension drain out of his body, falling on his bed, his arms wide. No dick in him for a while. Taylor gave a half laugh. Freedom, even if just for a bit. He should go out and do something. Taylor hit the showers and headed out to a bar, hoping to hook up with a girl.
The first taste of the cold beer felt so good Taylor felt his dick twitch. He took another slug, putting the glass down and throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling. A free breath, in a bar. Taylor sat and drank his first beer not really focusing on anything. With his second beer, Taylor looked around to see who he should hit on. It struck him that Kam had taken Pam from him and fucked her, so he didn't have a sure thing. But he would find someone to bang. Taylor looked over the crowd, gauging who was a good target.
Picking up a woman for a one night stand always took time and skill. Taylor was bound and determined not to head home alone. He didn't fully recognize that he was seriously evaluating less attractive women in hopes of not failing. Taylor got up and started to prowl. He went from one to another, using all his charm and skill. He got shot down a couple times, even men as fit and attractive as Taylor didn't win the first time. He smiled, gave seductive looks, and used all his skills. Taylor was trying hard, perhaps too hard, and there was a lack of confidence deep that was disrupting his game. The night wore on, and lack of success made him willing to hit on girls he wouldn't usually consider.
Taylor ran his fingers through the hair of the girl he was chatting up. She was only a 6 or 7, Taylor hadn't made headway with any one hotter, and he was determined to score tonight. It was getting late, so he was running out of options, so if she was the best he was going to get, he would take it. He moved closer to her, and she responded by pressing up against his leg. She was falling for his lines, even if they were not as smooth as when he was on his game.
Taylor got her to leave with him, and they kissed a bit outside, Taylor running his hands over her boobs, she felt his crotch. They decided on Taylor's place and headed there. In the room, they disrobed and she got down to suck him. Taylor felt echoes of cock in his own mouth, grimacing at the realization. Throughout the entire time she was in his bed, Taylor couldn't shake the thought that he should be the one getting the dick. Once finished, Taylor got her gone and lay alone in bed. Taylor was confused by how he felt during the sex he'd had. So much of his arousal came from thinking of Kam and what Kam did to him. Kam's face was in his mind when he came in the girl. It was all so wrong. How could Kam be worming into everything? Even fucking a chick, Taylor couldn't believe it. It took a long time for Taylor to fall into a fitful sleep.
Kam had ordered Taylor to his apartment in the afternoon, and Taylor looked up at the building a few minutes before he was to report in. What horrors were in store for him now? Dreading everything, Taylor drug himself to Kam's door and knocked. And knocked again. Was this some new trick? Making him wait to be used? A third knock finally brought sounds and the door opened, Kam looking around the side, holding a blanket around him.
"Shit, forgot all about you. Not now, I'm busy having fun." Kam closed the door, leaving Taylor standing in the hall. Taylor looked at the door in disbelief. More time free from Kam and his humiliations. Taylor left to put as much distance as he could between himself and his tormenter. Out in the sun, he wondered if he should hit a bar and try to pick a girl up. But going this early would be too desperate, anyone at this time wouldn't be looking for sex. He'd have to go later.
Taylor hated having to cool his heels until there would be enough girls at the bars to give some good targets. And not to look desperate, he sure didn't want to look desperate. Taylor took a shower, tried on one outfit after another. Realized he was acting like a woman waiting on a hot date.
At long last it was late enough to head out, so he did. In the bar he went into, it was a little sparse, he had arrived early. Thinking he might as well make the best of it, he got a drink and cruised around looking for a likely target. Finding a few, he struck out each time. After nearly two hours Taylor gave up and moved on to the next bar. At least it was full on time for hookups, grabbing a beer, Taylor prowled hitting on girl after girl and getting shot down each time. A couple more bars, and time went on. Taylor knew he was not able to give his best performance. His confidence was shot. Taylor could tell he was delivering his lines flat, always wrong somehow. The girls could tell something was off, like he wasn't serious, or just inept.
As the bars started to do last call, Taylor still hadn't gotten anyone to agree to fuck him. Even dropping his standards didn't let him score. When everything closed down, Taylor looked around to see if anyone was hanging out in the parking lots or around, maybe, just maybe he could get someone who was still hoping. But no one waited around. Depressed, Taylor headed back to his room. Turning the light on, Taylor violently ripped his clothes off.
Naked, Taylor threw himself onto his bed. He pulled his knees up. His hands reached to his legs and ran down to come to his cock and balls, cradling them. His dick got hard. Not as long and thick as Kam's, actually on the smaller side of most men. Before Kam beat him down, Taylor had always been ashamed of his equipment, using that shame to work on his body to trap more women in his bed. Tonight that had not done him any good. Taylor pulled on his cock, running his hands over his balls. Felt this thick black pubes. He wanked himself, getting a boner up. Deciding he needed help, Taylor flipped on his laptop and pulled up a porn site. Finding a scene with a couple hot women, he stroked harder. Images of Kam and Kam's dick intruded into his mind. Taylor froze, then gripped his cock hard. Taylor forced his mind to the women on the screen. He stroked again. Concentrating hard on the screen, Taylor jerked his dick, feeling better as he concentrated on the women. Then Kam got into his mind again. Taylor kept stroking and looked at the screen. He was fighting his own head as he jacked his own dick. At least his masturbation should be his own. How could Kam be in his thoughts as he was beating himself off?
Feeling he was getting close, Taylor stroked harder, and almost felt Kam's dick in his ass. That feeling pushed him over to cumming. He couldn't stop it, and he almost called out, not in orgasmic pleasure, but in frustration that Kam was why. Looking at the ejaculate on his crotch and hand. Kam. Kam had gotten so far into his mind Taylor couldn't push him out even when wanking. Cleaning himself up, Taylor remembered how he was thinking of dick when he was fucking the girl last night. He slid to the floor, holding his head in his hands. Kam had shoved cock into his body and mind. On the cold floor, Taylor wondered if he'd ever get his life back.
