There was a knock at the front door. I got a knife. I trusted my guy—but money made people stupid. He better not be coming back to fuck with me.
I cracked open the door. FUCK! It was my asshole parole officer.
“I’m here to do your home inspection.”
Shit! The meth was gone, but my kit was laid out in the kitchen.
“Just a sec,” I tried to close the door.
The son of a bitch jammed his foot in. “I don’t think so, fucker! Let me the fuck in!”
“Hold on, motherfucker! My sister’s getting dressed!”
He bashed his shoulder against the door. I was knocked back. Holy shit—how could this pasty asshole be so strong? He managed to get inside and slammed the door closed behind him.
“What the Hell’s your problem?”
I wet my lips in my mouth. This was bad. I might as well have already been in handcuffs in the marshal’s van. Fuck. I was trying to go straight—to do right by my family. I’d almost pulled it off.
“Where the Hell’s your sister, asshole?” He started looking around the living room. He lifted up the couch cushions one by one. “So what is it? Drugs? Guns? You might as well tell me now.” He zipped into our bathroom.
“The kitchen,” I said. I’d already gone back to prison in my head. There was no fucking point dragging it out. I’d get years for this shit. Fucking years.
He sneered at me and headed toward the kitchen in the back. I forced myself to follow him.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!”
My kit was scattered all over the counter and stove. I pulled out the kitchen chair and sat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I sighed.
“Answer me!”
I shot him a pissed-off look. “What the fuck’s the point?”
He looked back at my shit and shook his head. “I gave you a second chance, you piece of shit.” The disappointment in his voice would almost make you think he gave a damn. “I really believed you were trying to do right by your sister.”
I clenched my fist. “I am!”
“Bullshit! You’re using her house as a fucking meth lab!”
“I was only cooking enough shit so I could get the money for the oil change business.”
“Oh yeah, your fucking oil change business. That’s another one of your lies I bought.”
I shot up to my feet. “Fuck you, man!” I stomped over to the shelf and grabbed the bundle with the article, the money, and the rings. I let it open on the table for that dickhead to see. “I was all set to get this shit going. If you’d’ve been here one fucking week later you would have seen me straight.” Tears started to push behind the back of my eyes. I wasn’t some crying punk, but this shit was real. I sat down again. “Now it’s all fucked up.”
Luccasen plucked up the article from under the money and rings. He looked it over for a few seconds with a sneer. I watched him. I didn’t have much hope, but who the fuck knows.
“Were you really going to buy this oil change bike wagon?”
“Yeah.” It was the truth. “That was the whole fucking point.”
“What do you know about running a business?”
I took the article out of his hand and turned it over so he could read the back. “It comes with a week-long training course in Hoboken.”
He stood reading for a while. Then he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Looks pretty good—if you actually went through with it.”
I was fucking dumbfounded. “Why the fuck would I have that if I wasn’t going through with it?”
“It’s $1,500 to get started. All you have here is $600 and some rings.”
“The rings should get me there. They’re 14 carat. That one’s got a few stones.”
“What if you’re short?”
“I’ll sell my plasma. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes.”
His eyes got small. “Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Shit. Was he going to revoke me or not? Why’s he got to make me sweat like this?
“You know why this place is a slum? Because people like you are putting meth on the streets. You don’t seem to grasp that.”
“I was desperate.” A tear came free. “You think I want to cook meth where my little sister lives? You think I want my nephew exposed to this shit? I don’t! All I want is to get them out of here. They deserve better than this!”
He set down the article and took a deep breath. “They’re not my concern. You are. Cooking meth is an automatic violation. It’s set in stone. Now why should I put my job on the line for you? I already gave you once chance and you blew it.”
Right then I knew he’d decided not to revoke me. He was asking the question for real. I knew the game. He wanted a reason—I’d give him a reason.
I got up and stepped up real close in front of him. My face was lower than his, but our lips were still close enough for me to feel his breath. I palmed his crotch. His cock was a soft bulge. I felt it move in my hand.
“What do you want, bitch?” I said, while groping him. My own cock was coming to life. “You want to beat my ass again?”
His face had gone sly. “Oh, I’m going to do lots of things to your ass, gangster boy.”
I made a sour look. He shoved me back. I stumbled a few steps before getting my balance.
“But part of the deal is no more meth. No more marijuana. No more fucking violations. This is your last chance! You got that?”
I swallowed down a lump and nodded.
He stepped toward me. “Where’s the bedroom? And when does your sister get home?”
I forced my legs to lead the way. “She ain’t home till late. My nephew gets here first. He’ll be in school a few more hours.” I was getting that tightness in my belly again. This time, though, I knew I had to do it. I actually deserved to be revoked. The asshole was doing me a favor.
“Fine.” He threw his coat on the bedroom floor. “Get naked, punk—and find something we can use for lube.”
Fuck.
***
I locked the bedroom door just in case Daniela or Hector came home early. That still didn’t ease my nerves. The dickhole kicked off his shoes and climbed on my bed. He sat against the wall to watch me strip. My stomach was roiling at this point. This dumb prick didn’t deserve to see my fine naked body. I could see color pooling on his face. I stood there naked waiting for him to call the shots. His eyes moved up and down my skin, making goosebumps prick up.
“You are one fine looking thug, Martos.”
“Ease up on that shit.”
“Yeah, be pissed off. That makes it more fun.” He gave me a come here signal.
I pushed a breath of air out of my nostrils, but made myself go to the side of the bed.
“Over my lap, you sexy thing. You know the position.”
I smacked my lips. He grabbed my arm and steered me down. I was fucking draped over the asshole’s knees once again. My skin rubbed against the rough fabric of his corduroys. This made my nipples hard. Just what I needed.
“Let’s see how red we can get this ass.”
He started slapping me, one cheek at a time. I bit my bottom lip. Why the fuck did this shit turn me on? I still didn’t know, but my cock swelled up so fast I got dizzy. His hand was squashing each ass cheek, smashing and stinging. My hot ass was tingling already. I started grunting with his slaps. It was a sexy burn, making my asshole clench. I wanted it harder, but if he beat me too hard I’d straight up come.
Ten strikes and my dick was throbbing. I was glad he kept going. Beat me good, motherfucker.
“Umph!”
He stopped spanking and started kneading my cheeks with his strong fingers spread wide. My eyes rolled back in my head. To have my raw ass ground into like that—fuck, it felt so good.
“You are hot as fuck. I was dreaming of this beautiful ass. Horny fucking Latino—you got hot blood, huh? You like it spicy.”
His voice was all raspy and subdued. I bet his tiny dick was hard.
“Shut the fuck up, pendejo.”
He laughed. “You are a fucking delight.”
He started slapping my ass cheeks again, this time with his full strength. The sounds of the slaps bounced off the walls. I was grunting loud with each beautiful strike. He was going hard and fast this time, finally giving my ass the beating I wanted. I grabbed at the blankets. Ten strikes in and my ass was totally lit up. I began wriggling. My cock ground against the rough fabric of his pants. Fuck—it was so good. I was getting a head rush like I’d snorted coke or something. I pulled at both my nipples at the same time.
“Fuck—ah! Fuck!”
“I feel your cock rubbing against my leg.”
“Aw, shit, umph!”
That prickly tickle hit my cock, from the tip to my balls. My stomach started trembling. He was still smacking my ass as hard as he could. My asshole clenched and my cock leaked a droplet. I had my face frozen in this wide-mouthed grimace. When I spoke it sounded like a whimper.
“I’m going to come.”
His hand stopped. For three seconds I was right on the edge. If he’d moved his leg my cock would have burst. I held my breath until the danger pulled back some. Then I let out shaky gasps.
Lucassen caressed my hot butt.
“Ooo!”
“You are plum red now. It’s a beautiful sight. You like it, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said through clenched teeth.
He tickled his fingers over my back. I was getting tingles under his touch. It made me tremble a little. I wanted him to keep gliding his fingers over me, making my skin light up with those tingles. His hand felt the best on my ass. It was like he was reaching inside it, tweaking the most sensitive nerves and turning me into a quaking bitch. That son of a bitch owned me right now.
He got his finger against my asshole. I jerked. He rubbed against my ring with hard circles. This made me squirm even more desperately. My toes were curling.
“Fuck, man—umph!”
“You don’t get to run away this time. I’m taking your ass. If you don’t like it you should have thought about it before you put more meth on the streets.”
“I ain’t fighting you, am I?”
“Not yet, you aren’t.”
He got the Vaseline I’d brought him off the bedside table and smeared a big blob against the wrinkles of my asshole. Three of his fingers worked the goo against the outside of my hole. I squeezed the blankets with both my fists. Fuck! He was driving me crazy. My dick was pulsing so hard I could feel it wrenching up with every beat of my heart. He was digging into all those tender nerves. It was pleasure overload—the fucker had me crying. I moaned with shaking sobs while he mashed my asshole so good.
“Fuck, man—you lubing me, or—or you just playing around?”
“I’m playing around. I like seeing you squirm.” He curled his fingers against my ring.
“Ahh! You want me to—urg—jizz on your lap?”
“Are you close?” He pressed hard.
“Maricón puto pendejo!”
He grabbed something else off the bedside table. For a few seconds my ass got a break. I gasped and tried to work my way from the edge again.
Lucassen pulled me up by my arm. He had his iPhone in his hand. He positioned it in front of my dick and started recording.
“Jerk off.”
“What the fuck!”
“Come on. I won’t get your face. Let me see that fat cock explode.”
I was fucking dumbfounded. His camera was recording my hot dick. It felt like the whole world could see me now—and that made my cock twitch. I started jacking for him. If that fucker filmed my face I’d break his shit. But so long as it was just my dick—fuck it. Let the whole world see my magnificent cock. Hell—I’d like to see it, too. I stroked up and down slowly.
“Yeah, you sexy fucker.” His voice was raspy as all fuck now. I could see his erection tenting his tight pants. He was fixed on the image of my dick on his phone.
My left nut twitched up. I groaned.
“Oo, that was fucking nice.”
This asshole filming me was getting me off. Fucking prick—I couldn’t hold out for long. Both my nuts were twitching up into me.
“Yeah…going to come—!”
“Bust that nut you gangster piece of shit.”
“Urrggh!” Jizz shot up out of my dick. “Urgh—urg!” My shaft convulsed hard in my hand. I could feel it contracting on the bottom side where he was filming. I wanted to see myself spasming the way he did. Cum kept shooting out of me thick as glue. “Oh, yeah, fuck!” My chest heaved. I kept jacking until just a dribble of cum spewed out.
I heard a chime from the phone. He placed it back on the nightstand.
“That was a good one. Best one I’ve recorded so far.”
“You perverted fuck.”
He dragged me back over his lap. “Stop insulting me.” He crammed a greased up finger into my asshole.
“Ahh!”
“I’m about to fuck you. You want me to be rough? Huh?” He twirled the finger around.
“Aw fuck!” It didn’t hurt. He’d just gotten the whole area so sensitive that I was going nuts from a finger fuck. I kicked the bed with both my legs.
“You want me to split this little asshole open wide? Huh?”
“Urgh! Yeah!”
He stopped moving a second. “What?”
“Fuck me, motherfucker!”
Lucassen kept swirling his finger inside me. He made this deep laugh.
“Oh, yes! You sweet piece of ass!”
He stabbed in another finger.
“Urgh!” My hole was so lit up. I was already getting hard again. The tingles spread through my whole pelvis and made the inside of my slit clench. I started playing with my nipples again.
“Say it again. Tell me to fuck you.” He had three fingers deep inside me now. He curled them hard against my prostate.
“Ahh!” I beat my fist against the bed. A stab of pleasure made my cock lurch, and liquid shot out of my throbbing cock. “Fuck me you fucking—ahh!”
“There’s the spot.” He kept mashing his finger into it.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck! Ah!”
“It’s going to feel real good when I’m sliding my cock against it.”
I started whimpering. “Mother fuck! Ahh! Shit!” My chest was shuddering. I thought I would fucking faint.
He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed me off his lap. I got up on my hands and knees. I stared at the fucker while trying to catch my breath.
He got his fat long dick out of his pants. Fuck! He was even bigger than me. I couldn’t believe this shit.
“Like that?” He tore open a condom packet. “You better like it.”
He slipped on the extra large condom and then smeared Vaseline all over it. Geez—his nuts were huge.
He fixed this evil look on me while holding his fat dick in one hand.
“Get over here and sit on it.”
I wet my lips in my mouth. That shit was going to hurt, but fuck him. I could take it.
“Fine.”
I crawled over. When I turned my back to him he sprang forward and pushed me face down on the bed. The fucker kept me pinned while poking his big dick against my asshole.
“Aw fuck!”
“There we go—there we go.”
I figured he was going to cram the whole thing at once and rip me open. He didn’t though. His cock stayed perked right against my pulsating hole. He massaged my ass cheeks around his dick with both hands.
“You ready?”
I swallowed. “Go easy.”
He pushed the head of his cock in. It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would.
“Oh, you can take it,” he said. He made a sound of ecstasy. “Your asshole’s so tight. You’re squeezing my cock. Oh yeah—such a hot ass. Fuck!”
He was pressing in slow and I was dealing with it. The big tool was crushing right against my sweet spot while he pushed in. I kept my ass tilted up and stay
ed firm for him to thrust against. He was splitting me—filling me too full—but fuck it was sweet. I wanted him to own my ass with his dick the same way he had with the paddle.
“You still alive, Martos?” He was probably halfway in now.
“Fuck me, motherfucker.”
“Oh yeah.” He pushed deeper. “Alive and feisty. My beautiful fucking Latino thug.”
“Fucking racist perv.”
He shoved in the last inch hard.
“Urg!”
Lucassen stayed burrowed deep and kneaded my butt cheeks again. “You sure can take a lot of dick, Martos.”
I didn’t say nothing back. I was hoping for time to adjust. His big cock could get me off again if he fucked me nice and gentle.
He pulled out until just the head was inside me, then he lifted me by my hips so my ass was up high. He kneeled behind me and thrust back in while holding me. I kept my head down with my chest against the mattress.
“You’re quiet, Martos.”
“Go easy, man.”
“Don’t worry, your ass is too sweet to destroy. Arch your back.”
I did. This took off some of the pressure. He kept fucking me slow until the pain just turned into a little ache I could handle. The bigger feeling was him mashing against my prostate. That pleasure knot had my dick pulsating with every thrust inside of me. It made my whole pelvis warm and my stomach melty. I was getting high again, this time on the asshole’s fat dick.
The slow fuck went on probably six minutes. My dick got hard as stone again. I leaned on one hand so I could alternate between pinching my nipple or pumping my cock with the other. Now I wanted it harder. I bucked my ass back against him.
“Well, well.” He grabbed my hips tight and started thrusting. “This how you want it?”
“Umph, yeah.”
“You want me to pound this tight asshole?”
“Give it to me.”
His big dick started pumping into me hard. I grimaced. My prostate was getting rammed so good. I jacked my cock with a furious fist.
“Ready to come again?”
“Urg—getting close.”
I heard him messing with some shit on the table again. His phone chimed and then he tossed it right in front of my face. I heard the sound of myself grunting. There was my dick on the screen, thick and glistening. My hand was working it up and down the same as I was doing in real time.
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