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Paying For It
by Francis (address withheld)

***

What was just another night at work turns really nasty. 
(MM, nc, v, bd, fist)

***

Neil was tied semi-upright, stretched out, his legs 
about three feet apart, his arms raised, shackled to 
chains that hung from the ceiling. He could only move 
his head, guaranteeing no relief for his tired body for 
the next hour or so, or at least until the latest 
client had finished with him.

A cool breeze brushed over his naked body. Since he’d 
started working, he’d been back in this room at least 
once, more often twice, a week. He’d had to entertain 
clients, regardless of their particular preferences, 
for an hour at a time. 

His employer let him take a cut of his earnings and 
provided all the equipment and treated Neil like a 
friend. He was pulling in a couple of hundred a week at 
least. People, his employer had said with a wry smile, 
would pay over the odds for a pretty young man who 
would do anything.

Now he was awaiting the latest client. He had been 
warned of the agenda for this evening; there was a 
vicious, two-tongued whip lying on the bed behind him, 
and he was stretched out, powerless. He could scream 
all he wanted; no-one would come to his aid.

The door opened, making him shiver. The client, an 
older man, muscular and heavy-set, wasted no time with 
pleasantries. He just locked the door. Neil could hear 
him getting undressed and the heavy thump of jeans as 
they hit the floor.

He walked around in front of Neil again, making sure 
that Neil got a good look at his big, heavy cock, 
already stiffening at the thought of what he had 
planned. He smiled at the captive young man, then 
walked around behind him. Neil didn’t even hear him 
pick up the whip, but he sensed that something was 
happening. He tensed up, but nothing could prepare him 
for the pain of the leather slicing into his flesh. He 
arched his back and screamed, unable to even try to 
twist out of the way.

The other man drew back his arm again and brought the 
whip around with all his strength. The two leather 
tongues bit into Neil’s soft back, exploding in a fine 
spray of blood as they sank into his flesh. The other 
man drew back, paused for a second, then swung the lash 
again. Neil tried to twist free of his restraints, but 
all that happened was the leather straps bit harder 
into his wrists and ankles. 

He could feel blood running like fire down his back and 
started to beg for mercy, but the other man only came 
round to his front. He eyed Neil critically. Neil 
dropped his eyes, not daring to meet the stranger’s 
challenge, the pleas still escaping his lips in hoarse, 
choking sobs.

The other man drew his arm back. All Neil could do was 
to turn his head away as the whip came down, again and 
again, barely giving him time to draw breath between 
the vicious strokes.

After about ten minutes, the other man seemed to tire 
of his sport and dropped the whip. Walking up to Neil, 
he cupped the sobbing young man’s chin in his hand and 
lifted his head up. Neil looked at him with red, tear-
filled eyes. He’d never imagined such pain could exist. 
His entire body was burning.

‘You are pretty, aren’t you?’ the other man said. It 
was the first time Neil had heard him speak and, 
through the haze of pain, he thought he recognised him. 
Was it possible that this was an old customer?

‘Don’t look like that. I’m not going to kill you.’ 
Laughing, the other man turned away. Neil heard him 
walk up behind him and tensed as the other man’s hands 
gently but firmly settled over his hips. He could feel 
the hot, dry length of his cock pressed up to his skin. 
The other man pushed his lips to Neil’s neck and 
shoulders, lapping at the spray of blood and sweat that 
glistened on his skin.

The older man’s fingers slowly began to work around, 
between Neil’s thighs, cupping his balls and rubbing 
the base of his cock. Neil felt himself stiffen at this 
unaccustomed gentle touch and groaned, despite himself, 
pushing back into the other man. The hand withdrew, 
leaving Neil panting, his cock fully hard and 
trembling. 

He heard the other man spit into his hand and felt his 
fingers gently probe at his asshole. Neil, too weak to 
even think about resisting, didn’t move as first one 
finger then another was pushed into him. It was only 
when the hot, slimy head of the other man’s cock was 
pushed right up against him that he began to moan, 
pleading with him not to do it, not to hurt him.

His words had no effect. Neil carried on moaning, only 
half-serious now as he guessed that this was just what 
the other man wanted out of his unwilling victim. The 
head of the other man’s cock was pushing harder against 
him; Neil felt the popping sensation of rough 
penetration, and the sudden stab of pain up into his 
gut. He groaned and twisted on the stranger’s cock, 
still begging, but the other man’s hands were on his 
hips, dragging him back onto his wide cock.

Neil couldn't resist. 

In just moments, the man’s cock was deep inside him. 
Neil could feel the heat of it, but there wasn’t much 
he could do except stand there and hope that this 
wouldn't take much longer. There was only half an hour 
left of their session; maybe the client would just 
shoot his load and leave. Neil knew from experience 
that the clients rarely bothered to extend the session 
to enjoy him longer like this. Very few of them 
actually went for more than ten minutes. That’s why the 
sex was usually the last thing to happen, why what 
passed as foreplay to these bastards was all-important.

The man began thrusting hard into him. Neil gritted his 
teeth to stop himself whimpering or moaning as the 
man’s cock tore at his flesh. After a few minutes, the 
pain began to ease and he could breathe again. The 
other man was biting at Neil’s shoulder, but a few love 
bites were nothing to him. A love bite very rarely left 
a scar.

The other man was pushing harder now, and, as Neil 
relaxed, he began to pick up a rhythm, the head of his 
cock burying itself deeper in Neil’s bowels with every 
savage thrust. Neil was groaning now, and making no 
effort to silence himself. His body still burned from 
the lashing, but his cock was still hard and being 
fucked fast and deep like this was only arousing him 
further.

He could feel the orgasm building in the pit of his 
stomach and began moving slightly to meet the other 
man’s thrusts. Hands were around his neck, half-choking 
him, as the pounding only increased.

Suddenly, something inside Neil snapped. Arching his 
back, he let out a low moan, shuddering as his cock 
jerked, shooting streaks of cum over the floor. His 
convulsions must have pushed the other guy over the 
edge, for he shoved himself in as far as he could and 
let go. Neil didn’t feel the other man’s semen shooting 
up into his bowels, but he did feel him shudder as he 
emptied himself, and then pull out.

Neil stayed there for a moment, panting, trying to 
recover, hanging against the straps because his knees 
were too weak to take him any more. The other man was 
still behind him.

The other man hadn’t finished. He slid one finger into 
Neil’s asshole, well stretched and lubricated with his 
cum, and began gently rubbing him.

Neil groaned, enjoying this, and his cock, though it 
was still dripping thick white semen, began to harden 
again. His abuser pushed three fingers into him, 
pushing in and out, trying to loosen him up. 

Neil stiffened as the man withdrew, then tried to force 
his clenched fist into him. He tilted his head back and 
squeezed his eyes closed as the pain became more and 
more insistent as first one, then another knuckle, was 
pushed hard into him.

Suddenly, the man gave a hard shove. Neil screamed and 
tried to twist away, sobbing in agony, but the other 
man grabbed his shoulder and pushed down, forcing his 
fist further up inside the stretched and bleeding ring 
of muscle. The broadest part of his fist was almost 
inside him now, not that Neil could know that. He hung 
against his restraints, praying through bitten and 
bloody lips that it would soon be over. He could feel 
the semen trickling down the inside of his thigh, but 
he would have gladly traded many other nights of the 
normal abuse just to get out of this.

With a sudden surge, the man’s fist was inside him. 
Neil almost passed out from the pain, but then it was 
over, leaving behind just a burning sensation. He stood 
there, panting, though his knees threatened to buckle 
at any second.

The man began to pump his fist back and forwards, 
slowly at first, but gradually pushing deeper and 
deeper into Neil’s bowels until the young man’s screams 
became a single long howl of agony. Suddenly, the man 
stopped and made to withdraw. Neil, crying now, 
instinctively tightened his torn muscles around the 
man’s wrist. The man, not caring what damage he’d done 
the young man, pulled out. Neil screamed again.

The man squared up behind Neil and pushed his cock head 
up against him. Neil felt it enter him in one smooth 
thrust, but his muscles were so stretched that he could 
offer no resistance.

‘You feel just like a woman,’ the man grunted into 
Neil’s ear.

He clamped his hand over Neil’s mouth and started 
fucking him. Neil could taste blood, sweat and semen, 
and tried in vain to either bite or spit out the foul 
taste. It didn’t take long; though the other man had 
shot his load only half-hour before, he was soon 
groaning and writhing into Neil’s back, biting at his 
shoulder as his cock jerked, shooting threads of semen 
deep into the young man’s guts.

He eventually pulled out, letting Neil breathe again, 
and slapped him hard across the rump. Neil whimpered.

Neil stayed, hanging against the chains, listening to 
the other man get dressed. After a few minutes, he 
heard footsteps and the key turning in the lock. The 
door opened, then closed again. Neil stayed there, not 
daring to move.

After about ten minutes, he began to yank at his bonds, 
trying to free himself, but his muscles, stretched as 
they were after being suspended for over an hour, were 
too weak and struggling only made red-hot pain lace 
across his broken body. He had no choice but to stay 
there and hope that his employer would come to cut him 
down soon.

He’d lost all bowel control and now blood and semen 
dribbled down his legs in a slow, thick stream. He 
could feel a hot, searing pain spreading across his 
gut, and hoped desperately that he wasn’t too badly 
injured.

His eyes had slipped half-closed by the time he heard 
the door open again. He was too exhausted to even lift 
his head...

END

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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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