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Bookseller - 1
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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A clerk in a bookstore gets raped and abused. (MM, nc,
rp, v, tor, huml)
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Chapter One
I was in one of those fancy big new book stores; you
know the kind with the coffee shop and CD room and all
that shit when suddenly my prick became achingly hard.
I freely admit that I don't control my cock, it
controls me. I want it that way. Perhaps at one time it
was a choice I made, I don't remember, but I now let my
cock lead me, and fortunately I have the adventurous
spirit and guts to follow even into potential danger.
So there I was in Barnes and Noble and I saw this
clerk. He was a typical book store worker. Small, about
five foot seven, darkish hair, dark rimmed glasses, not
an athlete. He was about twenty or twenty-one, but
looked sixteen. His smooth boyish face showed no sign
of a beard. He did however have a really cute mug and a
nice tight round ass to boot.
I knew at once that I had to have him. Not just fuck
him, but have him. Completely. He looked so fucking
sensitive and intellectual that I just had to break him
down into a crawling licking obedient fuck-pig. No
doubt ever crossed my mind for even a second that I
could do that. Perhaps that accounts for my amazing
success; I never consider that I might fail.
So I walk up to the precious little twink and I kind of
hover, two heads taller than he is.
"Eh, can I help you sir?" I like that, sir. But it was
the "eh" that gave him away. A really insecure, fragile
little pussy-boy. I decided to back him into the wall
immediately, emotionally I mean.
"Yeah. Do you have any books on fucking?" His eyes grew
wide behind those glasses and his slightly curved nose
kind of wrinkled. He blinked. He had the eyelashes of a
Tammy Faye devotee.
"Eh," there he went again. "The section on sexuality is
upstairs."
"Well would you show me please, or are you too busy
sorting out greeting cards?" I wasn't going to let him
off the hook for a moment. In that way I could tell how
submissive he was. If he balked or snapped back or
called a manager, I could back down. But the little
cunt took the abuse.
"Ah, certainly. This way." I had a hell of a time
keeping my hands off his ass cheeks on the elevator. He
wore nice dark dress slacks that really showed his ass
off to a great advantage. I could see he was nervous.
Maybe the twat-boy was always nervous, or maybe I made
him nervous. I hoped it was the later. He led me passed
the sci-fi section and behind the murder and mystery
books to a section books on human relations and
sexuality. I looked up and down the shelf, wearing an
annoyed expression.
"Nah, haven't you got any fuck books?"
"Well, I'm not sure exactly what you mean, I mean..."
"You don't know what I mean? Christ, do they hire
eunuchs here or what? I am interested in books about
fucking. People fucking. More specifically guys fucking
guys."
Even though it was summer, this cute puppy wasn't very
tan, and now his face grew pink with embarrassment.
"Eh, the gay and lesbian section."
I put one hand on his shoulder. I grabbed him just
tight enough to hold him still. His whole body
quivered. "I don't want books on the gay and lesbian
life style; I could give a shit about lifestyles. I
want a good fuck book about guys fucking guys. You see,
I am really horny and I want to beat my meat."
He looked up at me and licked his lips. He looked good
enough to eat when he did that. "I can't help you." he
said weakly.
"Sure you can. If I can't find a good book to use, I'll
just have to use you." I kind of kneaded his shoulder
with my hand. Shit, he wore an ugly necktie.
"I beg your pardon?"
I reached up and grabbed his soft skinned but nicely
shaped jaw in my hand.
"That's okay, this time. Only from now on I don't want
to have to repeat myself. Our relationship will consist
of me telling you what to do and you doing it. Got
that?"
He dared to bring one hand up to grab my wrist, so I
shook him off and slapped him hard. He couldn't believe
I had just done that. He stood there one hand to his
red face amid the books, his knees knocking. Would he
yell out? I didn't think so.
"I don't understand," he whispered, adjusting his
glasses on his nose.
"I am horny. I need to shoot a load. You don't have any
books to help me, so I will have to use you. It's that
simple."
He gulped and tried to stand taller. "Why don't you go
to a porno bookstore for that? I'm going to call the
manager."
I could tell he wasn't because he never moved. The
sweat on him moved though, trailing down his cute face
into his shirt collar. I smiled and ran fingers though
my hair. Then I reached down and grabbed my dick and
balls through my pants. His eyes went right down there
like a good faggot. "All right, you got me there. I owe
you an apology. I was shy. I never really wanted a fuck
book. Right from the start I wanted to fuck your cute
little ass."
He blinked behind his glasses and chewed his lower lip.
He didn't know where to put his hands so they went in
his pockets.
"You know, I'm not very good at approaching guys. I
don't always say the right thing. But now that we know
where we both stand on the matter, why don't we go into
the bathroom and fuck."
I could tell he thought he was in some kind of
nightmare, which is where I wanted him to be. Confusion
breeds submission.
"You got the wrong guy, mister. First of all, I'm not
gay."
I smiled, still squeezing my prick which had grown to
eight inches down my trouser leg. "So what?"
"So what? Did you hear me? I said I'm not gay." His
voice had gotten higher and thinner.
"Yes I heard you, and frankly I don't care. What does
it matter to me what you are? I just want to fuck your
cute ass." I moved in quickly and grabbed the back of
his head. He had no time to escape. I twisted one arm
up behind his back, pinning him against my body. I'm
sure he felt my hard dick.
I looked down into his sweet youthful face. "Kiss me,"
I said. I yanked his arm up and he went up on tip toe,
but I still had to lean down to plant my lips on his
face. He tried to twist away, but not for long.
"If you want a broken arm, just keep doing that." I
smashed my mouth against his full soft lips, and then
forced my tongue between them. He made a kind of
moaning sound. I pulled back. "Look cunt, you have one
more chance. Open your mouth and swap spit with me, or
I will fucking tear your goddamned arm out of its
socket."
He was like a fucking rag doll in my hands. Almost too
easy. I washed out the inside of his mouth with my
tongue. It was during our first kiss that an old lady
wandered down the aisle and saw us. She stopped cold,
eyes bugging out of her blue haired head.
"Excuse me," she muttered and backed away. She probably
went home to finger her pussy for the first time in
twenty years, so in a way that kiss was a public
service. After the kiss, I could see he was really
freaked out. This was crucial to my plan. His lips were
full of my spittle and a bit red where I had bitten
him. His eyes were wild and his sandy hair hung limp
and wet across his forehead.
"Please," perfect. The most perfect word in the English
language. Please. Please equals submissive equals pussy
equals fuck-pig slave-boy. I knew I had him and my dick
gave a lurch.
"You can't do this to me, .you can't." he begged as I
groped his crotch, feeling a nice but not massive lump
of prick and ball flesh.
"Shut up, I want to feel you ass." He stood there
pressed against me shaking while I cupped and squeezed
his ass cheeks.
Then I stepped back and looked around. Nobody else in
sight. His white shirt was plastered to his slender
body with sweat. "Open your shirt and show me your
tits." I said quietly.
"No, I won't!" he said. THWACK! My hand slammed his
soft young cheek and you could see the finger prints.
"Open your shirt."
"Somebody help!" he said, not very loudly and with a
minimum of energy. This boy was pussy in the making.
THWACK! His head snapped to the left and he fell into a
shelf of books knocking five or six to the carpet.
"If you ever do anything stupid like that again, I
swear to God that I will squash your nuts to a pulp. Do
you understand?" I was holding him by the balls when I
said this. He kind of waddled on tip toe as I lifted
his body by the crotch.
"Oh God, oh God please! You can't do this to me. I'm
married. I'm a married man."
That gave me pause. "You, married? To a girl?"
He tried to plead with me. "I told you, I'm not gay.
I'm not your type. I'm straight. I just got married two
months ago. I like girls."
I snorted. "I'll bet you're a real stud in bed with
your bride. How often do you fuck her?" He just stood
there, his mouth moving but no words coming out. He was
appalled.
I grabbed his face and squeezed hard. "How often do you
fuck you wife?" His glasses popped off his face and
fell to the carpet. He started to cry hard. "I don't
know... I don't know..."
"You don't know how often you fuck your wife? Wrong
answer." I shook him by the head until his feet were
off the ground.
"Oh God please. Three or four times a week."
"You pathetic cunt. A woman needs to be fucked three or
four times a day by a real man-dick. Your marriage is
doomed from the start. You were born to be a fucking
pussy and you know it. You just try to hide from it.
How many dicks have you sucked?"
"Never, never! Honest to God. I never did anything like
that. Please go away and leave me alone. I won't tell
anyone."
"Look at me ass-wipe. Do I look like I am afraid?"
"No, no you don't." His voice was quiet and tears
rolled down his cheeks. His shirt was wringing wet.
"Now you've wasted enough of my time. Open your shirt
and let me see your tits."
"I'm a married man!" he cried quietly half to himself
as he removed his tie and unbuttoned his white shirt.
His chest was smooth and almost hairless. Nicely shaped
but not too muscular, like one of those high school
swim team boys. He had fat pouty quarter sized nipples.
The kind I like to work on.
I reached out and twisted his nipples. He stood there
taking it, eyes downcast, chewing his lip, sobbing to
himself. "By the time I'm finished with you, these
nipples are going to stand out two inches and look like
fucking sow tits."
"Finished with me?" His eyes dared to meet mine. There
was stark terror in them.
"That's right. This is the start of a beautiful
friendship. We are going to be spending lots of time
together, playing games. But don't worry; the games
have very easy rules. I tell you what to do and you do
it. It's that simple. You'll get the hang of it in no
time."
"I can't. I mean, what about my wife?"
I was raising him up on tip toe again, this time by the
titties.
"If you want me to, I'll talk to her. Hell her you're
going to be my fuck-boy I don't mind. Maybe she can
even watch. Maybe I'll fuck her too."
"Oh my God, " He grew weak in the knees and almost hung
by his nipples. I had to slap him to bring him around.
I quickly reached down and lifted his wallet from his
rear pocket. I held it up and flipped it open, checking
his name and address.
"Now Todd, here's what I want you to do. I want you to
go into the bathroom and wait for me. I want you to
stand in front of one of the urinals with your pants
and underpants down around your ankles. Don't pull them
up no matter who comes in until I come in and tell you
to. If you fuck this up, I swear, I will go to your
house and rape the fuck out of your wife. I will tear
her a new cunt. And I am not kidding."
He started to re-button his shirt. I slapped him hard
again. His nose started to run. He whimpered in
confusion.
"I didn't tell you to re-button your fucking shirt. You
go into the bathroom like that."
"People will see me, I'll lose my job." His voice was
very quiet and meek now, lest he anger me.
"Awwww, isn't that too bad."
"I can't lose my job. Sally and I can barely make ends
meet. She's going to school and so am I part time. I
need..."
"I don't need your fucking life story. Get your ass
into that men's room now. Pants and underpants around
your ankles, standing in front of the urinal, two feet
back from the urinal. Two fucking feet back!"
He shook his beautiful head slowly. "Don't do this to
me. Please' please don't do this to me."
"Does Sally have a tight pussy? I wonder how my nine
inches will feel in her tight little cunt." I handed
him his glasses, and head hanging, he walked toward the
men's room with his shirt tails out of his trousers and
his shirt front wide open. He made it unseen. I knew he
would, I had checked the aisles pretty carefully and
except for the old bitch that had probably run to her
car with a throbbing clit, there weren't many people
around. Except for the seven year old boy in the comic
book section.
I walked up to the little boy who was a darling little
fuck-package. I could almost imagine my dick sliding
down his slender throat and making his neck bulge. My
swollen dick was pushing out the front of my jeans.
"Hey, kid, the guy who just went into the bathroom
dropped his wallet. I'll give you a dollar if you take
it to him."
I didn't see the scene in the bathroom, but I can
imagine Todd's humiliation, standing there with his
dick out back far enough from the urinal to be seen,
his pants puddled around his feet. His shirt wide open,
so this little boy could see everything. This seven
year old boy could see his tits and fuck-meat and ball
sack.
The kid came running out with a kind of freaked out
look on his face. I had to laugh. The kid dropped the
wallet and left the store. I picked up the billfold. I
entered the bathroom to see Todd standing there, bright
pink from embarrassment, his hands hiding his genitals.
"You fucking bastard," he cried. Brave boy. I laughed
and took no offense. I reached back and locked the
bathroom door. Then I walked over to him and slid his
shirt off his shoulders, leaving him pretty much bare
assed naked. I shoved him onto his knees.
"Get your face into that urinal," I barked, lowering my
own trousers. He was making noises like he couldn't
breathe, so I slammed him in the gut. He buried his
face in the piss stinking urinal. "Now lick. I wanna
see and hear you licking that urinal clean."
While he licked the urinal, gagging every few tongue
swipes, not believing anyone could this sick, I took a
closer look at his ass. It was a beauty, all right.
Perfectly muscled hairless ass-cheeks, nice deep crack,
and in between the tightest sweetest pink asshole you
ever wanna see.
I massaged his ass cheeks and spread them wide apart.
He whined, "Please don't do that. Please don't fuck
me."
"You just keep licking piss. You'll be fine. This will
be over with in no time." I put a little spit on my big
dickhead and positioned it at his pussy-pucker.
"NNNNOOoooooooooo!! Please don't do, nooooooooo!!" He
moaned over and over like some Asian mantra. I reached
one hand around and began to finger his five inch
flaccid prick. I snapped it a couple of times just for
fun and rolled his nuts in my hand, all the while
pushing with my dickhead at the prick-pit.
"You are going to like being fucked once you get used
to it. I can tell. You are going to need to be fucked
several times a day. I know a kid that reminds me of
you. He's eighteen years old and a waiter at one of my
favorite restaurants. He thought he was straight too,
fucked girls all through high school.
After a few months with me, he learned about his true
nature. Now he can't stand it if he doesn't get a dick
up his pussy every couple of hours. Kid needs to be
fucked at least five times a day, it's like a drug
addiction. Hey, maybe that's why it's called an a-dick-
tion. Anyway, all he thinks about is cock and getting
fucked. You're going to be like that, I can tell."
I reached over and flushed the urinal on his head. At
the same time I forced my dickhead into his ass ring.
He screamed and fell forward, his face smashing into
the piss trough. I shoved my dick in to the balls. I
held him up by the waist and banged his little body
against my groin. He was making all sorts of inhuman
noises.
I noticed a piece of chewed gum lying in the pissy
urinal. "Eat that gum, you fuck-wad," I barked,
slamming my prick deeper into his guts. Who knows how
many guys had pissed on that gum, how soaked with man
and boy pee it was, and who had chewed it first. He
scraped it off the trough and started to chew it,
gagging and sobbing, gulping for air as I split his
rectum open for the first time. "Think how your wife
would like my dick. Think how she would love to feel a
real man cock in her instead of a peanut."
I told you at the start that I was horny, so it didn't
take much time. Usually I get a blow job before I fuck
so it can last longer, but this time it just didn't
happen that way. I shot a load up his ass while he
choked out something about protection and disease and
shit like that. I rested on his back until my prick
subsided enough to withdraw. Then I grabbed him by the
hair and yanked him around.
"See that? That's shit and blood on my dick. The blood
is to be expected the first few times. But I don't like
a shitty dick. From now on you better keep that hole of
yours spotless for me. You buy a douche bag and douche
three or four times a day. I don't want to see a single
streak of shit on my dick the next time I fuck you."
He was hysterical, his glasses were streaked with water
and piss. His nose was running something fierce. His
eyes were red. "There, there isn't going to be a next
time, I, I..."
"Shut the fuck up you pathetic piece of shit. There
will be a next time, and the next time will be tomorrow
night. Same time, same station. But tomorrow night you
will wear the tightest pair of jeans you can buy. If I
can't see every wrinkle on your dick, you will be truly
sorry. And no underwear. No underwear ever, unless I
say differently. And a tee shirt, white, thin, and
tight. I wanna see the color of your nipples through
the material. And don't give me any work dress code
shit, cause I see plenty of clerks in jeans here. "
"What, what will I tell my wife. I never dress like
that.
"What the fuck do I care. Tell her it's the new you.
Tell her you are meeting your fuck-date. Now your ass
is going to hurt a lot tonight and tomorrow. But its
fine. The first time you shit, cum and blood will come
out, but that will soon stop. You are going to make a
fine pussy, you can take some pride in that. Just trust
me. I know what I am doing. Oh, and no more fucking
your wife until I give you permission. Sorry about
that, but it will all be for the best in the end,
you'll see.
"Now tomorrow night you will present to me a complete
biography of your life. I want to know about your
family, brothers or sisters, school, everything. I want
to know how many bitches you fucked and when and how
many times. I wanna know how many blow jobs you've had,
and it had better be detailed. I wanna know the names
and ages of the cunts. I wanna know who you friends are
and all about your wife and her family. It will make
our games more interesting, I promise you. "
"Please, may I go to the toilet? It's running out of my
ass."
"Sure, after you lick my dick clean. You got it dirty,
you lick it clean."
"I've never had a, I can't, I'll get sick. I'll puke.
It's got shit on it."
"It's your shit, not mine. You think I want it?
His cute face screwed up something awful. "Could, could
I wash it off, I could wash it?"
"I want you to lick it with your tongue. I want you to
taste your filthy shit so from now on you keep your
pussy clean. And I want you to taste the wonderful
taste of my big fat prick."
"I don't think I can sir. I'm trying, honest to God,
but I don't think I can."
"Either you lick the shit off my dick in ten seconds,
or I will take off my pants, sit on your face, and take
a shit down your throat."
He licked my dick. Oh, he gagged some, but he kept his
puke down. I knew he was a natural.
"Don't forget to lick my balls too. There's some sperm
on them."
When he finished, he lay crumpled on the floor in a
heap.
"How does it feel to be a faggot? You've always been
one, you know, you just didn't realize it. But I am
going to help you realize your full faggot potential.
Tomorrow night I am going to teach you how to suck cock
properly. And tell wifey you will be home late
tomorrow, inventory or something.
You are one pretty little hunk of fuck-flesh. I am
going to have fun corrupting you. Now you better get
back to work before you really do lose your job. See
you tomorrow at seven."
When I unlocked and opened the bathroom door, there
were two teenage punks waiting there to piss. Cute
fucking little assholes too. They started to mouth off,
but took one look in my eyes and thought better of it.
Todd made it to the stall before they saw him.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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