I didn't see my clothes anywhere. No car keys. No shoes. There wasn't any way I was going to walk three miles back to my apartment. Being bare ass naked at ten o'clock at night. I needed to think.
Tony probably wasn't horny any more. I'm sure he would be more reasonable. Now that he shot his load up my ass. He was probably sleeping it off in the bedroom. I quietly padded down the hallway to his room. The door was slightly ajar. I peeked around the corner. It was dark. There he was. That horny bastard was watching some porn flick on his computer. I couldn't tell what it was, but somebody with a squeaky voice was begging for cock.
He turned to me when I let more light into the room. He was completely dressed. This made me feel even more naked. I was kind of covering myself behind the door.
"Hey, Buttfuck." he announced. I flushed a beet red. I hoped the neighbors hadn't heard him yelling.
"Get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up."
I whined back "I can't find my clothes." As though, for no reason known to man, they had suddenly disappeared.
"I've got them Cumslut." He laughed. "And I'm keeping them." "You'll be wearing what I tell you to wear from now on."
"Now. Go clean up." he ordered me. "I'll be back In the living room shortly." He announced.
"And so will you." "Now, Git." "Silly Bitch."
I would have thought after all I let him do to me. He would be a bit more grateful at this point, I reasoned. Maybe he was just nervous. Maybe he thought I'd tell on him for fucking me. I'd have to re-assure him later. I sure as hell didn't want anybody to know Tony had fucked the hell out of me. I also hoped Tony hadn't noticed that I had liked some of it. I shouldn't worry. He was really way to preoccupied to have noticed that I had gotten excited.
I went into to the bathroom. Washed up the best I could. Tried to comb my hair and sat on the pot for awhile. Pointless exercise. Then washed my butt good. Inspected my self. Really red knees. Purple fingerlike bruises just below my waist. Overall, not too the worse for wear. I'd been in here for fifteen or twenty minutes. I wondered what I would have to do to get Tony to give me my clothes back.
I entered the living room. I saw he was sitting on the couch. He was watching porn again. Drinking beer. He motioned me to come over to him. He pointed at a bath towel spread out on the floor by his feet. He obviously wanted me to sit on the floor. I wasn't really in the mood to watch any porn right now. I started to tell him. But he shushed me and said:
"You are really going to want to watch this." "I guarantee you, you will want to see it."
Slightly intrigued. I walked over near the towel. I wasn't going to sit down on the floor. I am an adult. I'd sit in a chair or something.
All of the sudden it hit me. The naked guy in the porn movie was ME! I dropped to the floor next to Tony on the towel. In the porn flick, there I was naked as all get out. My penis flopping in the breeze. I was begging to get butt fucked. Then, the big penis dangling next to me mumbled something. Then I started saying I loved to suck cock. The quality wasn't very good. The subject was to far away. I had became a film critic all the sudden.
It was me alright. Far away or not. Anyone could tell it was me. Pleading for an ass-fuck. Pleading for cock in my mouth. My penis looked really small to me too. Tony's looked just fine. This explained why Tony had wanted me to talk to the book shelves. Now I got it. He'd hidden the video camera in there somewhere among all the crap on the shelves.
"You know what this means, Don't you my little Buttfuck?" Tony looked down at me, his evil grin showing. His eyebrows arched questioningly.
"Umm." I stalled.
"This is my film. I can show it to anybody I want. Your friends at work say. Your party buddies. Maybe your family. Mom and Dad. Bro and Sis. Who's your local preacher? A Sissy Bitch like you probably still goes to church on Sundays."