Who's the Bitch Now (part 5)

(Author's note.

Hi everyone. Sorry this was a couple of months late, something happened that kind of killed my good vibe.

On that note this is going to be the end of Who's The Bitch Now for a while. If I get any interest in putting out the other half of it I'll pick it up and write some more. If not, I hope you enjoyed what you got.

The Dollmakers will be back. I have a few things in mind, but I also have a few other story ideas kicking around I might run with first.

I had a great time writing this though, so you can expect more where this came from)

Jerry looked at the picture that had been sent to his phone. He stared at it for a minute and then started to laugh, a shaky shrill little noise that made him sound giddy.

"Thank you, oh my god this'll get him off my back forever. This rules, he'll have to leave me alone! This is worth everything I paid." Mason studied him, his head cocking to the side.

"Worth what you paid? This is a status update; we're just getting started."

"What?"

"You told us what you wanted. Not to worry though, if you think that was impressive, you'll have plenty of opportunities for more just like it. He's going to be chasing after more than just our planted operatives soon enough."

"What do you mean more just like it?"

"Well, it's only a matter of time before we pull our guy out, he has a life to get back to. At that point he won't have any choice but to look for it elsewhere. Chances are he'll start with the easy places to hook up anonymously but even then, word'll spread. Pretty soon he'll be known as the campus slut. That's even without the whole sissy aspect you wanted. We're only about halfway done."

"Wait, I'm not sure I still want that. I was angry when I said that. I just wanted to get one over on him."

"You spent what I'd guess would be your life savings on this. You gave us everything you had to turn a man you hate into a very specific type of person."

"As long as he's humiliated and leaves me alone, I've got what I wanted. You can keep the rest of the money and get off work early. It's fine."

"See I'm not sure it is," he sighed, scratching his head. "My partners aren't going to take this well. See one of them is halfway through her work and she hates to be interrupted. We can't even guarantee it'll stick. For all we know the programming might reverse itself if we don't finish the job. He could be back to the man he once was in a couple of months."

"I've got enough on him to stop him messing with me, it's fine."

"Again, I'm not sure it is," he sighed. "She was so happy to be doing her work, and I don't want to cut her off halfway through. Then there's the bigger problem."

"The bigger problem?"

"The senior partner."

"Who?"

"The senior partner. An extremely ruthless, extremely sadistic and if it matters extremely large man who doesn't believe in leaving jobs half done. There's a chance he'll lose his temper if I tell him this and trust me when I tell you my asshole can't take that."

"Can I speak to him? Maybe I can make him see sense." This time he laughed.

"Buddy if you aren't brave enough to stand up against a regulation bully you damn sure aren't brave enough to be in a room with the senior partner. You'd piss yourself and run before he said three words." He leaned forward. "It's best if you just let us do what we do, get the job done and call it all good."

"I don't want that. Look, this is sadistic. I want you to stop. I'm the client, right? You should do what the client wants."

Mason thought about that, then sucked air through his teeth. "Sorry, but that's not how this goes. You put things in motion you can't turn them back now. Did you think this was some average business transaction? That you could dictate terms?"

"I could go to the police."

"And say what? The people I hired to brainwash my school bully won't stop? It's not even legally acknowledged that these techniques work, and if we denied it then what? How would you prove it? Even if we don't have any influence over the police there wouldn't be anything you could do to even facilitate an arrest, much less make charges stick. We didn't imprison anyone, didn't hurt anyone. Hell, if it hadn't been exactly what you wanted you wouldn't know we'd done anything."

"I don't want this."

"The train has left the station. I'll tell you what, I'll talk to the partners and see if we can take a step back on the sissification aspect, but I'm afraid the rest has to continue."

"Oh," he nodded. "All right," he did his best to put a brave face on it, but the boy looked like he was about to break down. "I guess I'll try to enjoy it."

"Good boy. Now take off. I need to get to work."

Pete took a deep breath as he walked into the party. He'd been to dozens of frat parties just like this one over the years, but he was there for something completely different now. He grabbed a couple of drinks and downed them both as quickly as he could before he walked up to the room he was told to visit.

Inside was a big, dark-skinned guy with a smile on his face. Pete didn't pay attention to anything else about the room, his eyes were fixed on his 'date' for the evening. He'd tried everything after Matt had up and disappeared from the college. He'd looked at a couple of the gay and lesbian groups around the campus, but he wanted to keep his new tastes on the down low rather than being a part of the community.

"Jake?"

"Yeah. You Pete?"

"Yeah. I don't usually do stuff like this. I should have used a fake name or something." The two of them had met on an app for hookups, messages that deleted themselves, profiles that vanished at the press of a button, the whole deal.

"It's all right. I'm kind of a pro. We get what we wanna do done and then I go down to the party, and you wait a few minutes and then head off. No one'll ever know what we're getting up to. Like I said, it's all right."

"Thanks, but I more meant, like," he gestured down to his own body.

"Right," Jake approached him and they locked lips, running his hands across Pete's body. They were rough and strong, and his touch felt firm all over Pete's body. The two of them pressed their bodies together, shirts slipping off and being discarded beside them.

"I don't usually do this."

"I do," he chuckled. "I do this at pretty much every party. There's a few guys in this place just like me." The two made out for a while longer, before Jake put his hand on Pete's shoulder and gently pushed him down.

It wasn't the biggest cock he'd seen, but it was the biggest he'd been expected to suck. He leaned over, running his tongue across the other man's balls and then up his shaft, letting it dance around his head.

"Good," Jake encouraged him, running his hand through the other man's hair, moving his cock a little deeper every time Pete bobbed his head. He sucked furiously, his tongue dancing around the other man's head and trying not to choke on more and more pressure. He devoted himself completely to the task in front of him. All that mattered was making sure that the man in front of him was happy. Even when the blowjob veered more and more into the territory of face fucking, he allowed it. He smiled to himself as he worked the shaft. His hands stroked up and down Jake's muscular thighs and he moaned a little as he pleasured his partner.

After a few minutes of pleasure Jake pulled out of him and bent him over the bed, handling him just on the good side of roughly. He heard a bottle being opened and closed and then felt fingers pressed into his ass, moving gradually in and out of him to loosen him up. Pleasure filled him as his partner pushed deeper and deeper into him.

"You good to go?" From the sound of Jake stroking himself with lube it seemed like he pretty much had to be. He gave a weak nod and Jake set his hands on Pete's hips. He pushed himself inside, it wasn't rough but it damn sure wasn't gentle. He wondered if he'd ever meet anyone who'd handle him gently. Part of him hoped not.

Jake's grip on his hips grew firmer and rougher as the fucking started, his body filling with that mixture of pleasure and pain he loved and hated so much. The sensation, the knowledge that he was making a more powerful, better man happy. God it was everything to him. Jake's grunts of pleasure were all he wanted to hear in the world, as the fucking mounted toward a crescendo sensations burned themselves across his mind. The nails digging into his hips and the lips on his neck, the biting and moaning.

"You like that bitch?"

"Yeah," he didn't even try to hide it anymore. "I love that, please, give me more."

"Don't worry, tonight you're gonna get all you can handle," there was a laughter in his voice that Pete would have found ominous if he'd been thinking clearly. Unfortunately, the thrusts were getting more irregular and stabbing into him, which meant he was building toward the best thing in the world.

Jake slammed himself deep into Pete and groaned with the pleasure as he shot his load. Pete's cock, as usual, took that as his cue and his own body rocked and shook with pleasure.

It was while he was lost in that pleasure that he felt something around his legs. He tried to move away, only to find them secured to the bed posts. Jake grabbed him by one arm and pinned it to the bed, pulling a cloth restraint around one arm then the other.

"Thanks for this, but it's like I said, there are a few guys at this party who are into dudes but don't really want it to get out. Wouldn't be brotherly of me to leave them all hanging." There was a hard smack on his ass. "Scream if you want, the music's loud and everyone down there more or less knows the deal, but I'm afraid you aren't leaving till we're all satisfied. Relax, we've run this scam like a dozen times, it's never too bad."

Sure enough Jake was only gone for a couple of minutes before he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Please, let me out. I'm not here because I want to be. This is against the law!"

"Yeah, but it's not like you're gonna admit this happened." The second guy walked up behind him and slapped his ass in the same spot Jake had. "Nice, wet pussy, no lube needed," he laughed and readied himself, pushing himself more roughly than Jake had into his victim.

The second guy was rougher and stronger than Jake was, and didn't move with nearly the consideration. He felt his asshole start to burn with pleasure and pain at the repeated invasions of his body.

The third guy was gentler, he apologised, he told him he wouldn't be doing this if there was any other way. Pete was horrified by how ugly this guy had to be if he couldn't get laid in a place like this.

With every one of them who came inside him his body was filled with that awful amazing pleasure, the pain disappearing into a world full of submission and service. Shame and guilt mixed in his mind, making it all naughtier and worse, his despair turning into the joy of the helplessness of his situation. God it was the biggest thrill he could have hoped for even as tears drifted down his face. His body became used to it after a while, but then the pain started to build, the abuse taking its toll again and again. Behind the hedonistic slut filling his brain there was something asking if his ass would ever be the same again.

After seven or eight guys three of them came in at the same time. His eyes grew wide with terror, but it wasn't for that. Two of them held him down while the last undid his restraints.

"We took pictures," Jake's voice was soft. "So don't even think about fighting us or going anywhere, we've got dozens of people who'll testify that you came here looking to get fucked." The guy who'd been second laughed again, and the three of them let him get dressed and threw him out of the house.

This was the worst day of his life. He was humiliated, he was hurt, he was miserable.

And part of him was wondering if they'd let him do it again.