Legal and Tender Payment Pt. 01

He guessed a real man would have fought more but he knew it was futile. He had never tasted another man's semen before. He had licked up his own jizz on many a night, but it was entirely different to feel it spurt into your mouth when you weren't expecting it. It bothered him at first but the taste wasn't bad really. If he turned his head away or bit someone, he knew the punishment would be long and hard.

Speaking of long and hard, there was no escaping the ass fucking he got either. For the rest of his life he would know the score from that first day. Everyone wanted at least a partial blow job, so that was 17 of 17. Twelve made him suck them all the way, cumming in his mouth. Six of them came in his ass. Where did the 18th one come from? Well, here's the story of that.

The guy had finished face-fucking Draper and was almost to the door when he paused and turned. Draper heard the footsteps approaching him.

He felt a hand roughly grab his embarrassingly hard cock. The guy jacked him for a while and just when Draper thought he might be able to cum, he stopped. Then the guy walked to the front of the table and began pinching Draper's nipples.

It felt good at first, but quickly turned to pain..He whimpered and began to cry. This was just what the guy wanted. He pinched harder, twisted cruelly, slapped his ass, thumped his balls, he was terrible to him. No one could like this. What would make someone want to do this to another person?

Draper's cum made a wet sound when it hit the smooth concrete floor. His only orgasm of the day came from being bitch-slapped and fucked... What a pussy. The thrill of the orgasm faded quickly and was replaced by deep embarassment. Before that, he was a victim. Helpless. Now he's a pussy that likes it,

The now familiar sound of the lube bottle opening behind him told Draper that the guy was ready to fuck him now. It took forever since the guy had already come once. The guy was big, but Draper's asshole was more or less permanently stretched out at this point, and the lube helped.

Draper's erection came back during the marathon ass-fucking session and it wagged up and down in rhythm to the hard thrusts in his ass. Draper felt the tempo increasing and he looked forward to both of their orgasms. Draper was so close...

The guy groaned and gave a few more token thrusts, milking the last drops of semen into Draper's gaping ass. Draper was so close, but he wasn't at the point yet where he could ask the guy to keep going. He lay there with a twitching hard cock thinking of the guys big dick in his ass long after he was gone.

He had had nothing to eat today, well except for loads of cum, and only had a drink when they came with the powerful hoses. He never left the table that first day for any reason. When he needed a shit, or pee, he took it in the floor.

His body was weak and when the abuse finally subsided, he felt himself going to sleep. When his red eyes, (he had cried probably ten times that day), finally closed and he thought sleep might be near, the lights blared on and a familiar voice came over the speaker.

"Draper, you lost $10,000.00 on that game last week. It was due the day after and you didn't pay it. You didn't even call to talk to me. You didn't even have the courtesy to lie to me."

"We, well, well, you see..."

"Shut up!" Draper felt a sharp whack as a paddle wielded with extreme force whacked his bare buttocks. He hadn't been aware anyone was behind him so it doubly startled him. His surprised fart echoed in the hard room. He just wasn't able to seal his asshole tightly now...

"You had your chance and now you owe interest. $10,000.00 plus $1000.00 a day makes it $14,000.00 now. Can you pay me?"

"N,n, nnn, no, i mean, I will pay you but I don't have it right..."

"That's all I need to hear. You don't have it. You're going to work for me again tomorrow and the payoff is now $15,000.00. I'll ask you again tomorrow if you can pay me, oh, and that's at the end of the day I'm going to ask you, not the beginning, because there is no way you're getting out of tomorrows work. So you might do some thinking tonight about where you might be able to find that money."

The click as the speaker turned off was the only other sound. He didn't know how long he cried before sleep mercifully took him.

He awoke the next day and the men didn't take it easy on him. The count was 20 today. His cock stayed hard almost the whole day and he came twice. Once when someone, (the same person as yesterday?), mistreated him, and the second time was when some curious soul jacked him off.

Glen had never touched another man's dick. He was talked into this because the other guys were doing it. A strange man came to their table and whispered something to Glen's friend and the next thing you know they were all up here lined up for blowjobs. I guess they figured he was gay like them, but this was his first time. He took his time and made sure Draper came when he jacked him off.

Draper hoped against hope that his visitor would suck his cock, but that wasn't to be. He was the only one learning to suck cock today.

And learn he did. After this many dicks had been in his mouth over the last couple of days, he learned how varied they were. Curved, straight, thick, thin, long, short, dark, light...he sucked them all. He learned to be a good suck and fuck. He later told himself he did it to get them off more quickly and end his torment, but that didn't explain the way his dick got hard every time that door opened.

No, he just liked sucking cock.

When the speaker came on again that night, he was ready.

"Lynn! Lynn! You can have Lynn for the money!"

The silence seemed to go on forever. When the click signaled the speaker coming on again, it wasn't with good news.

"You fucking disgust me. How could you offer her up to me again? What kind of man are you?"

(Something was mumbled and they all laughed about it. It was probably something like, "He isn't a man, he felt like a bitch when I fucked him.")

"Well, that aside, we've got a couple of other problems. One, with your ass hiked up in the air like a girl on prom night, you aren't really in position, (more laughter), to keep me from taking her anyway. Two, we've established the price for her is $5000.00, and do you really think it's a good deal for me to do that again? I heard you thought I was stupid to forgive that much debt and to take her out to dinner to punish you."

Draper's face went hot with embarrassment as he knew Lynn must have told Jack what he said. He'd fix her. Before he fully considered it, his desperation spoke for him. It doesn't have to just be dinner.

"You can fuck her!"

"You set the price already. I'll take $5000.00 off your debt and fuck her. And just so we're clear on this, it's not because she's not worth more, it's because you're in no position, (laughter in the background as no telling how many men were watching him be ridiculed), "to bargain with me. So now I'll ask you again. Do you have the other $10,000.00 you owe me?"

Draper's mind went blank. It was impossible for him to think in his condition.

When the speaker clicked back on again, he knew what it was going to say.

"You'll work for me again tomorrow and at the end of the day I'll ask you if you can pay the $11,000.00 you'll owe me. And now, I'm off to fuck your wife."

His head was heavy with shame and his chin hit the cold vinyl of the table with a thud. He was resigned to trying to get his too-short respite of sleep when the speaker came on again, "I don't know why, but someone interceded for you, and she suggested you ask your mother for the money."

The "She" in that sentence wasn't lost on him, but it didn't come to the front of his mind until later. He was trying to work out how he would ask his mom for the money and if she could come up with it.

"Can you pay the $10,000.00 you owe me?"

He was in danger of hyperventilating as his mind raced with the implications. He couldn't ask her, but he couldn't do another day of this. But he couldn't ask her. He couldn't tell her. And she wouldn't have it. And she would ask him why. And he couldn't tell her. But he'd have to tell her. But she couldn't come up with it...

Right before he surely would have passed out, his mouth found a way to say, "Yes".

-The next morning-

It turned out his mother had $600.00 and some change in savings and the conversation went the way Draper had feared. She was rightfully confused by the request, then bewildered by his refusal to explain, then confused again as he blurted out something about being fucked by a bunch of men and losing his wife.

"Really Gerald, who says words like blow job and ass to their mother?" Her scolding tone nearly made him scream, but he slowed down to tell his story again.

Lynn had always called him by his last name, Draper, and most of the people who knew him followed her lead. It had been a long time since anyone had called him Gerald.

He had to tell the whole story in slow, excruciating detail, repeating most of it more than once, until she finally understood the impassioned plea from her son. She agreed to mortgage her house. Tomorrow.

Draper began sobbing. He didn't even bother to beg Jack for the extra day. He knew the deal.

When his eyes closed that night, it was with the knowledge that tomorrow would be his last day.

-At the bank-

"Well, if you don't mind me asking, why would you need to mortgage your home?"

"Well, it's personal."

The banker looked at her with experienced eyes. Something wasn't right here. He lowered his voice and leaned toward her. "Has anyone threatened you, or are they making you do this? It's highly irregular."

Her crying caught the attention of other bank customers and the sight of a grey-haired matron bawling in their bank wasn't really great for their image. He handed her a box of tissues and tried to hush her. "Now now there, there's no need for that. You've been a customer here for quite a long time and we can certainly help with this."

Her relief was obvious and her tears began to dry. Until he said, "So we'll get the inspector out there in a day or two and then we'll set time to sign the documents."

Her eyes widened and she loudly asked, "We can't get it done today? We have to!" The loan officer glanced over his shoulder to the Vice-President who had been listening. He tilted his head toward a room further in the back of the bank, somewhere more private where they could get to the bottom of this. When they moved rooms, he would ask one of the secretaries to call the police.

When she stood up to walk with them toward the room, she saw a display for Bank of Canada credit cards. "What about this? Is this something I could get right away?"

"Well, yes, we generally get a decision in a few minutes and we could do a cash advance right after that. But if you'll just come back to this other room, we can make you more comfortable and find out more about all this."

She stood her ground and said she was fine right where she was and she would thank them kindly to give her an application. The VP nodded his agreement, but also made himself a note to go check on her tomorrow. This needed to be looked into.

Her credit limit came in just under $10,000.00 but since he knew the family so well, the VP was able to contact a few relatives and they assured him she would be good for the money and if she had any problem, they would help. It wasn't an official co-signer like he would have normally asked, but since he was able to speak to 4 different relatives who all strongly agreed to support her, he allowed it. To a person, they all said they would talk to her and get the details of this. Thanksgiving was coming, maybe she needed it for that.

When she asked for cash instead of a certified check, it raised more flags but once the credit was approved, it really was up to her how she used it. She left the bank with a thick envelope tucked inside her purse. The phone lines in their small town were burning that night as every person in the bank told and re-told the story.

His last day went off with a bang. A gang bang. He lost count of the men he serviced today because they no longer came in one at a time. He knew of at least a couple of times where there must have been three people on him, but their cummings and goings became too numerous to count. (He would later find out that Jack had reduced the price to free on the last day. Word quickly spread and some people made quite a long drive to get to the free ass party.

Whereas in the other days, it had been strangers hoping to remain anonymous, today several of the townspeople made sure he knew who they were. Both of the guys who bet with him were there. They intended to savage him, but even without applying lube, he had enough residual lube, (and cum), in his ass to make it possible. Both of them went nuts deep in his mouth. He sucked them with vigor and they were surprised at the excellent treatment he gave them.

They hadn't bet as heavily as he had, and they had the resources to pay Jack, so they weren't in this kind of trouble. (And truth be told, almost no one would have gotten this treatment. The fact that he was such a worthless piece of shit inspired Jack to make an example of him.)

Lynn watched for a while because Jack asked her to. She had been there the day when Draper gleefully offered her up as payment on his debt again and that had hardened any lingering feelings she had for him. Jack wanted her to see the bitch he had turned into. In perhaps the one cruel thing Lynn ever did, she told her soon to be ex-husband, "You did an awful thing to me. I'm going to go live with Jack but i'll keep my eye on you. If you work really hard at making it up to me, things could be good between us again."

She knew she would never be with him again, but it cemented her relationship to Jack when she did that. He would see to it that things would never be the same for Draper. Half the town already knew, and the other half would know soon. And then there was the videos...

Lynn walked up the spiral staircase for the first time, her hand in his. Jack said they could go as slowly as she wanted, but she said she wanted to sleep with him. "Sleep" being the word she really intended. She thought they might cuddle a little, kiss a little, but she wasn't expecting more given the emotions of the day. She wasn't sure she could commit to more, but the thought of being held sounded good.

The bedroom was a dream come true. Either Jack had wonderful taste or he had hired the best to decorate his lavish home. Lynn figured it was both. He let her soak it in for a while then said, "Come."

Lynn followed him to the doorway and when the closet opened she gasped. It was the size of her living room back home. Well, where home used to be. She had already decided she was going to divorce Draper. Soon he would be the only Draper in town. She blushed at herself for imagining she would have a new last name soon, but even if Jack didn't propose, she would be rid of this name one way or the other.

She saw beautiful things. She couldn't help but notice the neatly folded pink lace teddy, emerald green silk baby doll, and the matching soft white cotton t-shirt and panties laid neatly on the low bench near the door.

Jack grinned that winning smile at her. "I wasn't sure what you might like to sleep in."

He has thought of everything Lynn realized. "I'll surprise you" she said and shooed him toward the door. She paused for only a moment, then chose the pink.

She ran the silver brush through her long hair and surveyed herself in the mirror. Not too bad kid. She guessed she took longer than she thought because the room was dark except for a couple of candles.

When she walked toward the bed, Jack began talking, "The candles are just to make it nice for you. If you don't want t..." Lynn placed her finger on his lips.

"I want to."

Her words fanned the flame that had been smoldering inside him for weeks now. His natural confidence and boldness was back and it turned her on. Sure, it had been nice to have someone be considerate and caring toward her, but it was amazing to have someone craving her. He melted away the confusion and emotion weariness she had felt earlier and left an ember of desire in it's place.

When his lips crushed hers in their first passionate kiss, she found her body responding in ways it hadn't in so many years. Really it never had. Jack was so much more man than Draper was. In more ways than one.

She felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach and her hand went to it. His cock was like a horse's

They both made sounds. His was more a gasp. Hers was more a moan. Lynn had watched a little porn so she knew cocks came in different sizes but she had never had anyone but Draper.

She allowed him to lower her to the bed and soon his muscular naked body covered hers. His weight was welcome. It felt good to be under a man. His hands found their way under the flimsy pink teddy and his mouth devoured hers. Her legs opened and her pussy pressed against him. She was aware in the back of her mind that this isn't the way she normally acts, but she was aware in a whole lot more places that she felt damn good.

His lips found her hard little nipples and expertly sucked them. She could feel her pussy getting wet. So wet. And when Jack moved his head across her stomach, she couldn't help but whisper, "Oh fuck"

Jack licked her pussy like a man with a plan. He varied his intensity, his pace, but he was building toward a goal. Make Lynn cum. Lynn couldn't believe how good it felt. His tongue and fingers brought her to a real orgasm, not some half-faked, kinda good feeling like she had experienced sometimes in the years with Draper.

When she began to cry, Jack quickly held her. She could barely breathe, but she needed to tell him. "That was my first orgasm." Jack thought things couldn't get any better, and then he heard her say that.

Lynn surprised herself when she moved down the bed to suck his cock. Instead of the grudging way she had done it do Draper, the thought of Jack's horse cock in her mouth was so exciting. She refused to let him pull away and he nearly washed her tonsils away with the powerful jet of cum he gave her. She swallowed every drop.

It was a good week for cocksucking for the Drapers.

-Later in the week-

Draper should have started looking for a job right away, but instead he decided he needed to take a while to recover. "Recovering" involved drinking a large amount of beer every day for about a week. His bills went unpaid and he certainly didn't have any extra money to repay his mother. In fact it upset him when she called asking if he had found a job yet and telling him how important it was.

She knew he lost his job, suspected he lost his wife, but had no idea half the town had fucked him. He couldn't tell her that.

He opened another beer.

When he heard the knock on the door, his first reaction was fear. Was it Jack?

No, it was Jimmy, a friend. Jimmy told him he was worried about him and that there were a lot of wild rumors going around town. Draper had no doubt about that. He appreciated Jimmy not asking about them. Jimmy could tell by the way Draper didn't say anything that they were true.

Draper was very curious to hear about Lynn. When Jimmy began telling about the new car she drove, her expensive clothes, her new hairdo, Draper perked up. He couldn't hear enough.

They were certainly the talk of the town. Everyone knew how sweet Lynn was, but the unusual circumstances and the speed with which she went from being "poor Lynn the drunk's wife", to "amazing Lynn on top of the world", couldn't help but make some of the girls resentful. More than a few of them set their goal on Jack. If he's willing to dole out the cash and presents like this for a piece of ass, they wanted in.