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Carlos had been careless, but he didn’t realize it until it was too late. The man had driven around the block at least three times, moving slower each time as he passed Carlos and Ricky, then speeding up as he turned the corner to come around again. After the third time, Carlos didn’t see him again and thought he’d kept going.

Then Carlos noticed the man walking toward him. Every hustler on the street tried to get his attention. He was obviously rich and obviously interested in purchased sex. The man brushed the others aside thoughtlessly and walked directly to Carlos.

“Would you be interested in spending the evening with me?”

It was the most direct approach Carlos had ever heard. He looked at Ricky, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well…” Carlos said.

“I’ll pay you a thousand dollars.”

“He’s interested,” Ricky screamed, and pushed Carlos toward the man.

“Good. This way, please,” the man said, and turned to walk back down the street where he’d parked his car.

Carlos followed him, looking back over his shoulders at Ricky every five steps or so. Several of the other hustlers were throwing him nasty looks and giving him catcalls. He dismissed them and wondered why anyone would pay a thousand dollars when he could easily get it for fifty. But when the door to the Rolls Royce opened and Carlos was eased into a luxurious backseat with full bar, TV, and stereo, he no longer cared. He was in a dreamworld, and he didn’t care why.

They drove for almost an hour, and when they left the city limits heading into the Oakland hills, Carlos began to get nervous.

“Hey, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, kid. I live out here.”

“Ever hear of hotels?” Carlos asked.

“Don’t like them. Besides, they don’t carry the equipment I like.”

“Equipment?”

“Yes. I like it rough. Slings, whips, leather.”

“Oh.” Carlos had dealt with this kind before and his experience was good. The older men who liked to be tied up and beaten by young, leather-clad boys were usually pretty strange, but harmless. For a thousand dollars Carlos was willing to play along, even if it meant driving to Sacramento, a couple of hours away.

They pulled into a driveway the size of Interstate 50, and when they stopped in front of the giant brick mansion, Carlos gasped loudly. The next second he felt a sharp pain in the base of his neck, and the world went black.

When he came to he was in a dark room. His clothes had been removed and he was dressed in a spiked leather vest and chaps. There was a whip behind him. He wore no underwear, and his limp cock was sticking through the hole in front of the chaps. His bare ass felt cold on the concrete floor.

Carlos jumped up and quickly looked around the room. There were chained shackles drilled into the wall. A four-poster bed equipped with handcuffs. From the ceiling there hung a giant leather sling. Tied inside it was a young boy no older than Carlos, possibly even younger. He was blond, thin, and small. He was also naked. A long, thin leather strap resembling a shoestring was his only accessory. It wrapped itself around his cock several times and made a V up to his neck, where it was tied in the back.

“Welcome back,” came a voice through an overhead speaker.

“What’s going on here?” Carlos yelled. “Where the fuck am I?”

“Why, you’re at my house, of course.” This was not the voice of the man he’d spoken to earlier. This voice was deeper, and had a thick Latino accent.

“Hey, man, this was not part of the deal,” Carlos said, trying to see where the voice was coming from. The room was too dark. He couldn’t see anything beyond the kid in the sling.

“The only deal was that I would pay you a thousand dollars to spend the evening with me. When you wake up tomorrow morning you will find ten one-hundred-dollar bills in your jeans pocket. You will be sore, but healthy. You will be exactly where I picked you up tonight, and you will not say a word about what happened here to anyone. I will live up to my end of the deal, and you will live up to yours. The measure of a man is in his integrity, my sexy little amigo. In his integrity and nowhere else. I expect much integrity from you.”

“I never agreed to this, you sadistic son of a bitch.” Carlos was surprised to hear himself talking like this. It was amazing how much he’d picked up from the streets in only a few short months.

“Not yet. But you will. Now, enough talk. I want you to teach this young man a lesson. He’s been very bad and I want you to discipline him. The whip at your feet is only somewhat sufficient. He only responds completely to the whip hanging between your legs. Now, discipline him, amigo.”

“I won’t hit this kid with any whip. And I’m definitely not going to fuck him, either. He’s just a kid, for crying out loud.”

“You will do it, boy, and you will make him beg you to stop. You will make him cry.”

“No, I won’t,” Carlos said stubbornly.

“You will, or you will switch places with the boy, and believe me, he will not hesitate to cooperate with us. Now pick up the damned whip and get to work.”

Carlos picked up the whip and walked over to the young boy. He bent down and whispered into the kid’s ear.

“How can we get out of here?” he asked.

“You can’t. Just do what they tell you. Be careful with the whip though, it can leave scars if you hit too hard. But feel free to fuck me as hard as you want. I can take it.”

“You want me to go along with this?” Carlos was astounded.

“Yes. It’s not as bad as it looks, as long as you don’t get carried away with the whip. To tell you the truth, it’s kinda fun.”

Carlos stood up straight, amazed at what he was hearing.

“Enough talking!” came the voice again. The accent seemed a bit thicker to Carlos. “Get to work.”

“Are you sure?” Carlos asked the young boy again, quietly.

“Yes. Punish me, and do a lot of talking. He likes that.”

Carlos picked up the whip and cracked it in the air a couple of times, a trick he’d learned from earlier S&M encounters. He walked around the sling once or twice, then brought the whip down gently across the boy’s exposed ass.

“Why did you do it?” Carlos inquired.

“I didn’t do it, sir.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Carlos yelled, and cracked the whip into the air again. The boy’s ass was already turning pink after only one slap, and Carlos was worried he might hurt him. The boy, however, showed no concern, so Carlos continued.

“You know what your punishment is for this crime, don’t you?” Carlos teased.

“No, please,” the boy begged.

Carlos walked up behind the boy. His cock hung limp in front of the kid’s face.

“Suck it!”

The boy began to lick the big dick. It didn’t take long for Carlos’ cock to harden, and when it did, the boy wrapped his lips tightly around the head and sucked. Carlos began to push his cock in and out of the wet mouth. His dick became fat and hard, and grew to its full eight inches in only a couple of minutes.

The boy opened his mouth hungrily and swallowed the entire length. Carlos pumped faster and harder, and the boy sucked just as fast and just as hard. Carlos felt the big vein in his cock begin to pulse wildly and he knew he was getting close. He pulled out quickly.

“You’re not good enough,” Carlos lied as he bit his lips to keep from cumming. He grabbed his heavy cock and slapped it hard across the blond boy’s face. It made a heavy thud and the boy flinched.

“Please don’t,” the boy pleaded.

Carlos slapped his dick across the smooth, young face and the boy licked it as it hit his mouth.

“You should’ve sucked me better, little boy, because now I’m gonna have to fuck you. I’m going to ram my dick up your ass deep and hard.”

“Please don’t fuck me. I’ve never been fucked before. Don’t hurt me, please.”

Carlos was already in position. The boy was securely tied, his legs high in the air. His ass was completely exposed. Carlos grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them apart. The boy’s hole was pink and looked very tight. Carlos spit on his huge cock head and slammed it all the way into the boy’s smooth ass in one swift jab.

The boy gasped in pain and closed his eyes.

“Please stop. You’re too big. God, it hurts.”

“Shut up, you scum,” Carlos yelled, and slapped the boy’s ass. The boy tightened his ass muscles, and Carlos almost exploded then and there. The kid was hot and very tight inside, and the muscles wrapped themselves around Carlos’ fat, hard shaft like an electric blanket. Carlos was reluctant to pull out, but anxious to get going at the same time. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, until just the head remained inside the hot ass. He slowly pushed the huge pole deep into the ass again, and repeated it faster and with more force.

“When you’re almost ready to shoot, pull out,” the young boy whispered. “He likes to see you spray all over my face.”

“You know this guy?” Carlos asked.

“Yeah, he pays really well. I do this once every six weeks or so.”

“It’s safe, then?” Carlos asked.

“Enough talking,” the unseen voice said. “Fuck him harder.”

“Just do it,” the boy said, and wiggled his ass around Carlos’ hard cock. “Don’t make him mad.”

Carlos fucked the kid as hard as he’d ever fucked anyone, and the boy was not only taking Carlos’ big dick, but actually thrusting his ass onto it. He looked up at Carlos and winked, a smile covering his face. He was tightening his ass muscles again, in a steady rhythm, and this time Carlos could not hold back.

He pulled his cock out and pumped it with his hand. A large, hot load of cum poured out of the dick and landed on the boy’s face. Three more equally large jets of cum landed on the boy’s chest and stomach. The boy’s own cock, which was hard, but small, splashed an amazingly large load of its own when he felt the heat from Carlos’ load.

“Excellent,” the voice all around him said. “Now come over here and stand against the wall.”

The boy nodded with his head to the wall closest to them.

Carlos walked over to the wall and stood there silently for a moment. It was pitch dark there, and he couldn’t see a thing. A couple of seconds later a hand grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him closer to the wall, until his head banged against it. It didn’t hurt, but surprised him. There was a small hole in the wall, and before Carlos had time to react, a long, hard cock pushed through the hole and pressed against his mouth.

“Suck my cock,” the deep voice said.

“I don’t do that, man,” Carlos said as he tried to turn his head away. “You can suck my dick, but I don’t…”

“I said, suck my dick!”

The strong hands on either side of the back of Carlos’ head pulled him closer to the wall, and against the hard cock. When Carlos tried to say something, the man on the other side of the wall pushed his dick forward and forced it into Carlos’ mouth. It was big and thick, and already salty with precum, and Carlos gagged as it pushed deeper into his mouth and past his tonsils.

“Open your mouth and swallow my cock,” the voice demanded. “Stop scraping me with your teeth, or I will hurt you.”

Carlos believed the man with the deep and accented voice. He was afraid of what might happen if the man was not happy. He’d never sucked a cock before, had never even thought about it much. The men he’d been with had all been older or fat or hairy, or a number of combinations that made them all unattractive to him. The thought of sucking their cocks had never entered his mind, and none of them had ever brought it up either. They’d always seemed content to be used by his instead.

So he was a little surprised when his own cock jumped back to life as the big dick throbbed inside his mouth and slid deeper into his throat. As the big head pressed against his tonsils, Carlos opened his throat wider and felt his heart race as the cock slid all the way inside him. When his nose pressed against the man’s bush, Carlos felt a large gob of precum slide out of his own cock head and down the length of his hard and throbbing cock.

“That’s it, amigo,” the man said, but this time his voice came not from an overhead speaker, but from a couple of inches away. “Suck my cock deep into your mouth.”

Without even thinking about it, Carlos wrapped his lips tighter around the big dick and sucked it deeper into his throat. When the man began thrusting in and out of his mouth, Carlos was surprised to see that he was reluctant to let it slip from his mouth, and sucked it back inside him every time it threatened to leave his lips. He loved the way the thick veins felt against his lips and tongue, and the heat from the cock made him hungry for more. He gagged a little the first couple of times the man slid all the way back down his throat, but quickly regained his breath and after only a couple of times, he had his technique down perfectly.

“Oh my God,” the man moaned. “I’m cumming.”

Carlos moaned loudly, and wrapped his lips tighter around the cock and sucked the man deeper into his throat. He grabbed his own cock and started stroking it as he felt the man’s dick grow thicker inside him. After only a couple of strokes, his body became rigid as he sprayed another load all across the wall in front of him.

“Ungh,” the man moaned, and shoved his dick deeper still into Carlos, and held Carlos’ head tight against his crotch.

Carlos felt the big cock pulse and contract in this throat. He didn’t taste anything because the head was deep in his throat and way past his taste buds, but he felt the heat of the man’s load as it slid down his throat and into his stomach. After a few shots, the man slid his cock slowly out of Carlos’ throat, and he tasted the sweet warm cum as it landed on his tongue and he swallowed it.

It was much better than he’d ever thought it would be, and he was reluctant to let the big dick go. He sucked on it and tried to pull it back into his throat again. A couple of seconds later he felt the familiar sharp pain on the back of his neck, and the world went black again.