"Another Day in the Life of a Gay Sex Slave"
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"Come on," I heard a voice saying. "Wakey, wakey."
I emerged from enough of my sleep haze to realize that GreedySteve was here and he was waking me up. Which meant we would be having sex soon, or he would be having sex with me. I ran that train of thought around in my head for a minute before I realized that it really didn't matter. I looked at the clock, he was earlier than normal. He already had his the blanket down and was rubbing my thigh and butt.
"Go get ready," he said and gave my bare ass a slap. "I feel like fucking you this morning."
I made it out of bed and to the bathroom. Normally, blowjobs were his preferred way to start the day, but I knew not to expect things to get in a routine. I emptied myself then took a quick shower, paying particular attention to down there. Finally, I got myself lubed up for him.
He was in my room waiting for me, his eight-and-a-half-inch cock standing at attention to get my day started. My six inches was at attention in anticipation of my morning sexual violation. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pointed at the floor between his legs.
"Yes, sir," I said and like a good sub knelt on the floor between his legs. Before he even told me to, I began sucking his cock. I knew that was what he wanted, why prolong the inevitable? I thought about my life as I gave him head, how quickly this had become a normal part of my life. I no longer thought it odd that GreedySteve could come over at any time and demand sex from me. It was just my life. At some point, I knew (believed/hoped/feared) that this would end, but in the meantime, I might as well make the most of it.
"You're getting better at that," GreedySteve complimented me. "Looks like all that practice is paying off." I didn't answer, it's not polite to speak with one's mouth full, anyway. He lifted my head off his cock and gave my cheek a pat. "Now get on all fours," he said as I climbed onto my bed. "I've been in a doggie-style mood lately."
I turned and faced away from him, offering him my lubed ass. I wondered if I should have resisted him more, but if so, I had no idea how. He made it obvious early on that he could easily overpower me and he was not taking no for an answer from me. I guess I could go to the police, but there was enough of a paper trail with me being compliant for it to be difficult to get anywhere.
I gasped as he pushed his big cock into my tight backdoor. No matter how many times he had done it, it still hurt when he entered me.
"That's nice" he said and pushed my hips down a little to get a better angle. "I liked watching Jim fuck you." He put his hands on my hips and pulled me back onto him. "He asked to use you again, I told him okay. Be ready for him after work."
I did not say anything. What difference would it make? GreedySteve was certainly not going to change his mind.
"Don't embarrass me," he said and rammed in hard to drive home his point. "You embarrass me and I'll look into your agreement and see how much I can punish you. I'm betting it's a lot. But you're not going to embarrass me, are you Dave?"
"No, sir," I spat out between clinched teeth.
"I've got other friends who have been asking me for a taste, too," he was fucking me with long, deep strokes now. "Soon enough and I'll let them have you. And I don't want you to embarrass me then, either."
"No, sir," I said again. I was excited about more men fucking me, but scared, too. Who were they? Would I get to see their faces this time? What if it was someone I knew? I knew that I would do whatever GreedySteve told me to and he would make me if I resisted.
"Good answer," he said and picked up the pace a little.
Our conversations like this tended to be short and rather one sided. It was when he really wanted to make a point, too, he would drive it home with a cock in my ass. He was going to let other men fuck me and I better get used to the idea and behave. It wasn't like I had much choice in the matter.
He was fucking me hard now, I had to grit my teeth to keep from yelling out. A few last hard thrusts and I heard the sigh I recognized as him cumming in me. He slammed once or twice more and finished.
I unclenched my body, my muscles had all tightened up with the pain from the violation.
"You're a natural, Dave," he said and rubbed my back and legs once more before pulling out of me.
He headed to the bathroom while I cleaned up the mess he left in me with a handful of tissues. I think I generally liked being fucked more, but there was less mess with blowjobs.
I got up and went into the other bathroom to finish my cleanup. By the time I had finished, he had already left.
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At the Café
I had to work a 10-6 shift and was in the down time of the day before lunch started to pick up. I had plenty of side work I should be doing, but I was engrossed in my phone instead and did not see the customer approach the counter. I quickly pocketed my phone and looked up.
"May I help you?" I said automatically. To GreedySteve, who now stood in front of me.
This was not unusual. I had served him coffee many times before, even a few times since he popped my anal cherry. But this was the first time I knew it was him. The man who essentially owned me as a sex toy was standing in front of me at my work. He wouldn't make me do anything here would he?
"Black coffee for here," he said in an offhand way. His eyes looked me up and down quickly, a hint of leer and smile on his face. He exuded the air of confidence of an owner.
Okay, that was how we were going to play this. I could do that. I gave him his total, he paid and left me a big tip (didn't he always?).
"Can you bring that out to the table for me?"
Normally, it was counter service (and, to be honest, questionable service at that), you carried your own drinks. But this was GreedySteve and I was not sure I could say no to him. I poured the coffee into a ceramic cup and carried it to his table. I knew, from our frequent mornings together, that he liked it black.
He did not say anything, including thank you, and waved me away after I set his coffee down. It was downright rude.
I walked back to the counter, a little rattled from the encounter. I busied myself with some of that side work to keep myself distracted while he was here. He was making it clear that he controlled me here, too. These were no idle fantasies now. GreedySteve, the man who was regularly fucking me in the ass, was sitting at a table twenty feet away from me. Hell, a couple of hours ago his cock had been in my mouth. Every time I glanced at the table, his eyes found me. He was a good looking guy, even if I couldn't see those wonderful arms.
It was weird to see him outside of our sexual world. It was even weirder to think that I had been seeing him really since I took the job at the café. He must live or work somewhere close, or we were right on his commute. He had been here the whole time, but only joining Predator and Prey let us connect. Frankly, I preferred it this way. I'd rather be his slave than his boyfriend. But I did wonder about him, who was he? He hinted that he did construction, and the calloused hands, strong arms and tan supported that theory. I tried to picture him at a construction site, tool belt and hard hat, shirtless in the Tennessee sun. I laughed as I realized I just imagined half of the male strippers out there. But this one was taking me in the ass every day.
And then, inevitably, the table next to him cleared out. It was my job to clear it. No one was waiting at the counter so I grabbed a tub and a rag and went to work. At this point, I realized I did not care about modesty. Steve would do whatever he wanted to me, anyway. Before I went to the table I rolled my shorts up an inch higher to expose a little more leg.
I gave him a show. It was a big eight top and I knew if I stood in one spot, with enough bending and stretching, I could clear the entire table. The spot I chose was directly opposite Steve, my back to him. He could watch the entire spectacle without even turning his head. I took my time and gave that table the best cleaning it had had in a long time. When I was done, I smoothed my shorts and apron and returned to the counter without looking at Steve.
When I looked back, he was gone from his table. My phone buzzed. I checked the message and saw all it said was "come to the bathroom now." Uh oh.
I told the manager I was taking a break. He was kind of an ass, and didn't like me but was too lazy to put in the necessary work to keep me from being lazy.
I softly knocked on the bathroom door and it opened just enough for me to slide in. Steve locked the door behind me and I turned to face him. There was an almost thoughtless intensity in his eyes. He turned me around so I was bent over the sink. Before he had a chance to rip another pair of shorts, I unbuttoned them and let them drop to my ankles. I knew what he was after and I could not stop him anyway.
He quickly rubbed some lube in, but did not do a great job. He was in a hurry, though I was the one giving up my lunch break to take it in the ass. He rubbed some on his cock then guided his shaft to my brown hole. I clenched my teeth to keep quiet as he forced his way into me.
"That was a nice show," he whispered to me as he bottomed out. "But you knew something like this would be the result." He started fucking me hard and it took all my willpower not to yell or at least cry out. But I kept quiet. "All your customers, all your coworkers, just a few feet away while you take my cock in your ass."
I tried not to think about it and concentrate instead on just getting through this without making any noise. It was a relief when he finished and came in me. We were both panting and sweating as he slowed and stopped.
There was a knock at the door.
"Anyone in there?"
It was my manager.
"Almost done," Steve said.
I reached up and grabbed some paper towels. I was ready when he pulled out and caught all the mess, but there was still more in there that would be coming out. I wadded some paper towels between my buttcheeks and pulled up my shorts. GreedySteve flushed the toilet.
I realized that I couldn't go out with Steve without it looking really weird, it was a single toilet men's room. But it did have a window that led out onto the back parking lot. I quickly opened the screen and climbed out while he washed his dick in the sink.
