Читать книгу Eight Inches - Sean Wolfe Fay - Страница 13

It didn’t matter that he’d been on the streets for almost two months. To say that Carlos felt uneasy in his attire would be a gross understatement. But the promise of $200 had shocked him into agreeing. He would have dressed up like Mary Poppins for $200.

A black leather mask that tied in the back covered his entire face, except for the holes for his eyes, nose, and mouth. Tight leather chaps hugged his smooth, muscular legs. He was wearing nothing else. His thick, hard cock stood out straight in front of him through the crotch in the chaps.

He looked down at the man tied to the four-poster bed. The guy was on his knees on top of the mattress. His arms were tied to the footposts so that he was facing Carlos. His feet were tied to the headposts, but with enough slack to allow minimal movement.

Carlos was a little scared. The man, who was absolutely no younger than forty and probably no older than ninety, had instructed Carlos on how he expected to be treated when he first picked him up on Geary Street. Carlos told the man he didn’t think he was big enough to play that part, but the man said that unless Carlos had a pair of socks stuffed in his jeans, then he was plenty big enough where it counted. He told Carlos not to hold back and, no matter how hard he would later plead, not to let up until Carlos had cum twice. About that he was adamant; the first time had to be all over his face, the second time with his cock still buried deep in the man’s ass. Carlos was glad his face was covered. He doubted this man wanted to see a scared young boy in front of him.

Carlos cracked the cat-o-nine whip in front of the man’s face. The guy flinched.

“This is what you get for looking at me while I’m naked, you slob,” Carlos said, a little timidly.

“I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Carlos asked, and slapped the man softly across the face.

“Carlos,” the man said, irritated, “you have to hit me harder or it won’t work. And don’t sound so afraid. You hate me, Carlos. Act like it.”

“Shut up!” Carlos yelled as he slapped the man hard across the face. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and decided to play along. “You speak only when I tell you to. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master,” the man said excitedly as he wiggled his ass in the air.

“Suck my dick,” Carlos growled, and moved his cock to within an inch of the man’s face. The man reached out with his tongue and licked the head of Carlos’ fat dick. Carlos shoved his hips forward and rammed the entire length of his long dick deep into the man’s throat. The old guy choked, and Carlos pulled out quickly and apologized.

“Don’t apologize. Harder and meaner, Carlos. You hate me.”

And suddenly he did. He no longer felt sorry for the old man. He hated this man who wanted him to do strange things and he hated being dressed in these weird costumes. He slapped the guy very hard three times across the face again, causing the man’s head to turn and a look of shocked delight to take over his face.

“I said shut up. Open your mouth.”

The man had a hungry look in his eyes, and opened his mouth wide to accommodate Carlos’ thick uncut cock. Carlos laid the heavy dick on the tip of the man’s tongue and slowly began to slide it into his mouth. The guy tried to swallow more of Carlos’ dick than Carlos allowed, and was punished with another heavy slap across the face. This time Carlos’ cock was halfway inside the man’s mouth, and Carlos could feel his dick against the man’s cheek as he slapped him. The feeling made his cock throb even more with excitement.

The bound man moaned loudly, and without warning Carlos slammed his big cock all the way down his throat. This time the guy did not choke, and Carlos felt the throat muscles tighten magically around his hot cock. He gasped with the surprise of how good it felt, and grabbed him by the hair, pulling the hot mouth onto his dick harder and faster. He saw the guy’s ass moving up and down as he was sucking Carlos, and slapped the heavy end of the whip against the fleshy part of the man’s ass. That drew another moan.

“You want me to fuck your ass with this whip?” Carlos asked his servant.

“Yes,” the man begged. “Oh, yes, please.”

“Did I say you could stop sucking my dick?” Carlos asked roughly, and rammed his dick back down the tight throat. “Well, I’m not going to fuck you with this whip. It’s too small.”

The man was sucking Carlos for all he was worth now, and despite himself, Carlos was very close to cumming.

“As soon as you get me hard enough, I’m gonna stick my big dick up your ass and fuck you till you cry for mercy. But you’d better do better than this,” Carlos said, slapping his face hard again, “because I’m not even gonna stay hard if you don’t start suckin’ my cock better.”

That was a lie. His dick was stretched to its absolute maximum, and the veins were pulsing wildly. Just the sound of his own voice saying those dirty words out loud was enough to push Carlos over the edge. He pulled out of the old man’s mouth without warning and sprayed his hot cum all over the old guy’s face. The man kept his mouth wide open and most of the cum went inside, splashing forcefully against the back of his throat. But a great deal of it also landed on his eyes and nose and cheeks.

Carlos shoved his cock back into the man’s mouth and kept it there until the man had licked him clean and gotten him fully hard again. It didn’t take long. He was more than ready.

“Please don’t fuck me,” the man begged as Carlos worked his way behind him and began to slap his ass. “You’re too big. It’ll hurt.”

Carlos’ pulse raced just hearing these words now, and he put the tip of his dick at the hole of the man’s ass and slapped his ass cheeks hard. The guy cried out in mock pain as Carlos thrust himself deep inside his ass in one move.

“Shut up, you pig,” Carlos said hatefully, and pulled his thick cock all the way out of the man’s ass.

“Thank…”

He was cut short with a stabbing pain as Carlos roughly shoved the big dick back in to the balls in one single, brutal thrust.

“Carlos, really. Please stop now. You’re too big. You’re hurting me.”

Carlos put his hands on the small of the man’s back and forced him to lie flat on his stomach. He fucked him deep and hard.

Half an hour later, Carlos ground his teeth, stiffened his body, and lay perfectly still as his steamy load filled the man’s ass.

When he was done he untied the man quickly and apologized for getting carried away. The man said nothing. He paid Carlos ten twenty-dollar bills and offered to drive him home. Neither said a word on the drive back to Geary Street. When they pulled up in front of the Supremo’s, the man handed Carlos a business card with his home phone number.

“You did okay for your first time, kid. Any time you want to get those beautiful rocks off, give me a call. Only next time, be a little rougher, okay?”

Carlos left the card sitting on the car seat, saying there would be no next time. The man with the sore ass said that was too bad, and drove off.

Walking briskly up to Ricky, Carlos announced, “I guess I’m a hustler.”

Ricky laughed.