Straighthell-stories

Stefan was feeling pretty good.  It was his last set of the evening and he’d had a good night.  A number of regulars had been there, and he’d made close to $300.  Not super but not bad either.  And Angelica was sitting in the back of the room and just the thought of how he was gonna plow the shit out of her cunt once they got home brought a pleasant tingling to his long tube of uncut man-meat.  Everything was going fine until he turned to his left and saw Drago walking through the door.  And, instantaneously, his good mood evaporated as all his plans for the rest of the evening simultaneously vanished into the air.  He wouldn’t be going home with Angelica and fucking her tight little twat; he’d be going home with Drago and it would he his own tight little twat that was going to be plowed tonight - over and over again if past experience was any guide.

Stefan hated getting fucked.  It always made him feel so dirty, so sleazy, having another dude’s hard cock rummaging around in his ass, pounding him like he was a bitch, a faggot.  And what made it worse, Drago never used a condom.  Never.  The man bred and seeded Stefan every time he fucked him.  And it wasn’t just Drago.  It was all his friends, too; all the friends that Drago always had around and who he told to feel free to fuck the boy - to fuck Stefan - raw, whenever they felt like it.  And they felt like it all the time.  All of them did.  It was nothing out of the ordinary for Stefan to have to service ten different dicks with his mouth and his stud-boy ass every time he spent the night with Drago.

To be honest, though, Stefan was no virgin when Drago started fucking him.  Stefan had bent over a number of times when he first started dancing, three years ago.  Hell, that was how he got the job in the first place - he’d bent over for the bar manager and let the man claim his cherry ass.  It had hurt like hell and Stefan had hated it, but it got him the job without having to show a green card, which was good because Stefan didn’t have one.  He'd come over from Slovakia on a student visa and, even though school hadn’t worked out the way he’d hoped, he’d decided to stay even after his visa expired.  There was no work to be found in Bratislava at the time and, even if you did find it, the pay sucked.  Stefan was sure he could do better in the States and, being young, he really didn’t focus on the problems that being undocumented could cause him down the road.  Now, though, thanks to Drago, those problems were always at the forefront of his mind.

How Drago had found out about his status, Stefan had never discovered.  But a little over a year ago, Drago had cornered him in the bar and let Stefan know that he knew that the boy was an undocumented alien and that, if he didn’t do what the man wanted, Drago would give ICE a call and turn him in.  By this time, Stefan was already involved with Angelica and the last thing in the world he wanted was to be deported.  Stefan was hoping to eventually marry Angelica which would make him eligible for a green card, but he’d been moving slowly because he didn’t want her to think that he was only marrying her to regularize his residency in the United States.  Drago's sudden entry into Stefan’s life totally complicated matters because, while Angelica knew that Stefan danced in a gay bar and she was willing to put up with him flirting with the customers, he’d promised her he’d never have sex with any of them.  Now, with Drago threatening to go to the authorities, Stefan felt he didn’t have any choice but to let the man fuck him, so he’d agreed to Drago’s demands.

During that initial discussion in the bar, Stefan had assumed that the sex would be a one-time thing and that the man would use protection.  The man quickly disabused the boy of both of his misconceptions.  Drago intended to fuck the boy whenever he was in the mood, and he didn’t have the slightest intention of ever using a condom.  Stefan tried arguing with the man, explaining about his long-term relationship with Angelica and how he wasn’t supposed to be having sex with any dude, much less unprotected sex.

This, however, proved to be a major miscalculation on Stefan’s part since this information just provided another avenue for Drago’s blackmail - he wouldn’t just go to the ICE and identify Stefan as someone who’d overstayed his visa, he’d go to Angelica, too, and explain to her how Stefan was simply using her to regularize his immigration status.  Even though that wasn’t totally true - the boy did, after all, have real feelings for Angelica - Stefan realized that Angelica might believe it was.  So Stefan felt he had no choice but to accede to the man’s demands - he’d become Drago’s regular fuckboy and he agreed to let the man fuck his ass raw when he screwed him.  The only concessions Stefan was able to wrangle were that Drago agreed to generally limit his demands on the boy to one night a week and to be careful to ensure that Angelica did not discover that her boyfriend was now serving as another man’s fuck-whore.

Stefan had entered into the arrangement without any illusions about the type of man Drago was.  He was blackmailing the boy into having sex, after all, and Stefan realized that any man who would stoop to that would have few limits on what he would or would not do.  But even Stefan became appalled at how quickly and how thoroughly Drago moved on from merely fucking Stefan to degrading and humiliating him.  In just weeks, the sessions expanded to include not merely Drago but an ever-increasing number of his friends, all of whom Stefan was required to service without any protection.  And mere weeks after that, Stefan suffered through his first session serving as a human urinal for all of the assembled men.  Stefan found just the idea of drinking another man’s piss disgusting and the actual taste was vile in the extreme, but in no time at all drinking their piss became a standard part of every session Stefan endured.

The physical abuse started a few months later with a vicious ass-tanning that brought cheers from all the men watching and turned Stefan, despite his best attempts to maintain a masculine stoicism, into a sobbing little boy before it was over.  And, once spankings became a normal part of his weekly use, it wasn’t long before whippings and other S&M tortures were introduced into the sessions.  The fact that Stefan was himself so physically imposing seemed to heighten the pleasure the men got in abusing his body, in forcing him to meekly stand there, not even defending himself, while they made him squeal and writhe in pain as his boy-tits, cock, and balls were subjected to one torture after another.

But, while there were times when Stefan was hard put to explain the bruising on various parts of his body, Drago had generally kept to his promise to limit his use of Stefan’s body to a single night every week, which was why Stefan was so surprised to see him in the bar that Friday night.  Just two nights ago, Drago had put Stefan through a grueling fuck-session in which the boy had serviced close to a dozen different guys and his ass, his nipples, and his boypussy were all still sore from the pummeling and abuse they had taken.  There was no way Stefan could stand another session like the last one with only two days rest in between.  No way.  And Angelica was here, too.  How could he explain things to her if he had to leave with Drago?  Surely, Drago had to understand the impossible situation he was putting Stefan in.   All Stefan could do was hope that Drago would be reasonable when Stefan explained everything to him.

But, as things turned out, Drago was in no mood to listen to Stefan’s pleas.  No sooner had Stefan gotten off the stage than Drago joined him in the dancers’ dressing room.  Stefan was still wearing the g-string that he’d re-donned before exiting the stage, not having even had the opportunity to change into his street clothes when Drago barged in.  Ignoring the fact that there were two other dancers standing right there, getting dressed now that their last set was over, Drago marched up to Stefan and announced, “you’re with me tonight, boy.”

Stefan quickly pointed out that he had been with the man just two nights earlier and tried explaining that Angelica was out in the audience and that it would be hard for Stefan to explain why he wasn’t going home with her.  Drago, though, was having none of it.  "Look, boy,” he growled, obviously not caring that every word he said was being heard by the other two dancers, “I don’t give a damn about your bitch.  You and your faggot ass are coming home with me tonight and that’s that.”

“But, sir,” Stefan began to object, but before he could complete his thought Drago cut him short by reaching into his g-string and grabbing the boy’s nuts.  "Look, bitch,” he snarled angrily, “do I have to explain that I’ve got you by the balls.  Do I have to explain that to you again, boy?”

Stefan could feel his skin burning as his two co-workers stood there open-mouthed as the smaller Drago openly molested the muscular dancer while Stefan did nothing to protect himself.  And, truth be told, there was nothing Stefan wanted more than to punch the man out.  But he knew all too well how vulnerable he was if Drago decided to rat him out - to either ICE or Angelica.  So he just stood there as the man squeezed his gonads right in front of the other two boys.  Totally abashed, Stefan eventually managed to squeak out a “no, sir,” knowing that by tomorrow word of this confrontation and how he’d totally wimped out and allowed himself to be publicly degraded in front of his fellow dancers would spread throughout the bar, not merely to the staff but to the customers as well.

Stefan’s concession did little to mollify Drago, however.  He muttered a short, ‘good,’ and then proceeded to literally drag the boy out of the dressing room by his balls.  Once outside, he roughly pushed Stefan against the wall.  "You don’t need to remind me what our agreement is, bitch,” he spat out, “but the fact is that I’m going to be out of town for ten days starting on Monday so I’m going to be missing one of our regular sessions and this was going to be a makeup, as it were.  But considering how you reacted, it’s clear you need an attitude adjustment, you need another lesson on just who’s in charge here.  So, boy, you’re not just going to be with me tonight, you’re going to be with me for the rest of the weekend, until Monday morning.”

“But, sir,” Stefan pleaded, “Angelica’s here right now and she’s expecting that I’ll be going home with her.  And tomorrow…tomorrow night I have to work.  I'm on the schedule.”

“As far as your bitch is concerned, boy,” Drago replied, his eyes flashing, “that’s your problem, though, if you want, I’d be more than happy to tell her why you won’t be spending the weekend with her.   And, as far as working tomorrow night is concerned, that’s no problem.  I'll be happy to drop you off here myself.  Fuck, I’ll be intrigued to see just how well you perform with a belly full of piss and a pussy full of cum.  I figure you’ll be putting on quite a show for your fans, leaking from both ends while you perform for them.  They'll probably eat it up.”

“Sir…” Stefan began.  But Drago cut him off.  "Not another word, bitch.  Not another word.  You've got five minutes to get dressed and to tell your bitch you’re not going to be home for the next two days.  You can tell her whatever lie you want, boy.  I don’t care.  Just be outside this bar in five minutes or there’ll be hell to pay.  Understand, boy?  Understand?"

“Yes, sir,” Stefan mumbled, knowing he had no choice but to agree, knowing that, however much he hated it, he had to do exactly what Drago said or watch the total crumbling of all his plans and dreams of a better life.  With a grim look of satisfaction on his face, Drago curtly nodded and then headed towards the rear exit.

Moving quickly, Stefan rushed back into the dressing room and pulled on his clothes.  He ignored the questioning looks the two other dancers threw in his direction and just grabbed his bag and headed out to make his excuses to Angelica.  He told her some lame story about how a buddy from Slovakia had just called him, telling Stefan that he’d gotten arrested in New York City, and begging Stefan to come down and bail him out and that he needed to leave right away and wouldn’t be back until Monday.  To say that she seemed skeptical would be a massive understatement but, knowing that Drago was waiting for him, Stefan couldn’t spend much time mollifying her now.  All he could do was hope that he’d be able to placate her come Monday.  She was just standing there, steaming, while Stefan, having made his apologies, high-tailed it out the back door.

Stefan was out of breath by the time he found Drago’s car in the back parking lot.  "You're late, bitch” the man snarled as Stefan stood alongside the car, gasping for breath.

“Sorry, sir,” Stefan managed between gulps of air.  He reached behind the driver's door to open up the door to the back seat.  "Next to me, bitch,” Drago said, nodding towards the front passenger seat.  "And take off your clothes before you get in.”

“Sir?” Stefan responded, “We’re out in public.”

“Like I give a shit,” Drago snarled.  "You heard me, boy.  Strip."

“Fuck!” Stefan exclaimed, walking around the car.  Once he was standing next to the passenger’s door, he started removing his clothing.  "Everything, boy,” Drago ordered.  "Shoes and socks, too.”

Even though it was dark outside and no one else was around, Stefan could feel himself blushing furiously as he completely disrobed.  Once he was completely naked, he bent down to gather up his clothes only to hear Drago telling him to “Leave them there on the ground, boy, and get into the car.”  Stefan straightened up and just looked at the man.  If he left his clothes here, how the hell would he get back home?  He was about to protest when Drago, his eyes flashing, said, “Don’t make me tell you again, boy.  Leave your fucking clothes there and get your naked ass into this car.  NOW!!"

Reluctantly, Stefan did as the man ordered and got into the car naked, leaving his clothes piled up alongside it.  Not even waiting for the boy to put on a seatbelt, Drago peeled out of the lot.  They hadn’t gone a block before Drago’s right arm snaked over to Stefan and his hand grasped the boy’s cock, quickly jerking it into a full erection.  Once the boy was fully boned-up, the hand descended between the boy’s legs and reached backwards until two fingers were thrust through Stefan’s anal entry-way, probing at his boypussy, forcing the boy to emit a sharp squeal of surprise.  And the man’s fingers remained up the boy’s twat-hole the entire trip, occasionally joined by a third digit which made Stefan squirm in discomfort.

Stefan could feel himself blushing furiously.  Even though it was almost pitch black outside and there were few other drivers on the streets, Stefan found it exceptionally humiliating to be sitting in the front seat of a car, totally naked, his boy-cock hard as a rock, while his pussy was being diddled by another man.  The boy felt completely exposed and totally vulnerable and every time they stopped at a light and a car pulled up alongside of them, Stefan couldn’t shake the feeling that the other driver and his passengers could easily see what was transpiring in the car next to them.  Stefan, of course, made his living dancing naked in a bar, but that was in a confined space for patrons who not only expected to see the dancer naked but actually paid for that privilege.  To be forced to appear in public naked and aroused, potentially seen by individuals who had no expectation of encountering a nude male, was degrading in a way Stefan had never experienced when he stripped off his clothes at work.

Drago seemed to purposely choose as round-about a route as possible, extending a car-trip that should have taken fifteen minutes to over half an hour.  When they finally pulled up in front of Drago’s house, the man gave the boy’s pussy one last thrust of his fingers before finally removing them from the boy’s hole.  Brusquely, Drago ordered Stefan out of the car.  The naked and fully-erect boy had no choice but to do as he was ordered.  Even though the boy was now standing fully exposed on a public street, Drago took his own sweet time getting out of the driver’s side.  When he finally did so, he sauntered over to Stefan and, obviously amused, he reached down between the front of the boy’s legs and grabbed hold of his pussy.  And then, literally pulling the boy by his cunt, he led Stefan across the lawn, up the front steps and finally into the house, making sure that the boy would enter the man’s house in as degrading a fashion as possible.

If Stefan’s trip to Drago’s house had been a total humiliation, that Friday night inside the house managed to surpass it.  There must have been fifteen dudes waiting for them when they finally arrived and every one of them, every one, fucked the hell out of Stefan’s pussy that night.  And even while the boy’s aching fuck-hole was being cored and reamed out and his butt-cheeks were being slapped, pinched and squeezed unmercifully, the men amused themselves by torturing other parts of the boy’s body, paying particular attention to Stefan’s nipples, boycock and nads.  And through it all, Stefan’s head was constantly being yanked up and his mouth forced open to take load after load of steaming bladder wastes as every man there repeatedly used the boy as a human urinal.

By the time the men finished with him, Stefan’s grossly bloated belly was hurting him almost more than his ravaged boytwat.  Stefan had been pissing himself uncontrollably for the last two hours, the cocks pounding away at his pussy literally forcing the piss out of his painfully swollen bladder to the amused jeers and catcalls from all the men watching him getting bitched out.  And periodically, every hour or so, he was forced to spend five or ten minutes licking up all the urine he’d spilled onto the floor while the assembled men whaled away at his already flaming buttocks.

Almost from the start of his ordeal, Stefan had been begging Drago to be allowed to relieve himself but when, hours after dawn, he was finally permitted to, he was forced to urinate into a large pitcher and had no sooner finished filling it almost to its brim than he was forced to re-ingest the foul liquids back into his still distended stomach.

Somewhere around 11:00 a.m., the men abusing him finally called it quits but even then Drago gave Stefan strict orders that he was not to void his bladder and, to make sure that he didn’t, the men rigged up a contraption that ran tubing from Stefan’s penis to a funnel taped into the boy’s mouth thereby ensuring that any pee that Stefan did discharge would be automatically recycled back into his mouth and down into his belly.  They tied Stefan spread-eagled to a bed to make sure he couldn’t dislodge any part of the device and then left the boy to get what rest he could.

Even though he was a total physical wreck, Stefan found it virtually impossible to sleep since he was periodically forced to gulp down large infusions of his own piss that he couldn’t prevent from leaking out of his swollen belly.  And looming over everything was the threat that Drago had made - that he’d force Stefan to take the stage at the club with his belly just bursting with pee, the way it was right now.  If Drago did that, if the man made him get up on stage in his present state, Stefan was terrified that he’d lose control of his bladder and make a spectacle of himself that he’d never be able to live down, pissing himself uncontrollably in front of all of the bar’s customers.  And that was exactly what happened that night.

Stefan had begged Drago not to do this to him - to at least allow him to go to the bathroom before he stepped on stage - but the man was adamant.  In fact, he orchestrated Stefan’s arrival so that the boy literally had to run through the backstage area completely naked, not even clad in the g-string in which he normally began his sets, in order to make his first scheduled appearance.  And as Stefan stepped out onto the stage, the murmurs from the crowd showed that they were shocked by his appearance - as well they should be.  Stefan's normally ripped abs were totally obscured by a bloated stomach that bulged so far out that it almost looked as if the boy was in an advanced state of pregnancy.  And no sooner had Stefan begun the undulations of his body for which he was so famous than he completely lost control of his bladder.

Suddenly, a thin stream of yellow liquid began arcing out of his boycock.  In just seconds, the stream had become a torrent and Stefan’s pee was splattering on the floor of the stage.  There was a collective gasp from the audience and then, almost immediately, the sound of laughter could be heard, spreading from table to table as the flow from Stefan’s penis continued unabated.

Stefan had been so shocked at first that it took him almost half-a-minute to react.  And then, frantically, he grabbed his cock and tried to pinch off the urine stream.  But despite his best efforts, the pressure from his bulging belly and swollen bladder was so great that Stefan was unable to completely shut off the flow, though he was able to lessen it somewhat.

Blushing furiously, Stefan turned to run off the stage but as he did so, his bare feet slipped on the piss-covered floor and he tumbled down.  As he fell, Stefan lost his grip on his cock and a huge volume of urine fountained out, actually hitting some of the customers at the nearest tables.  As these customers scrambled backwards in disgust, the customers further away, at a safer distance, became convulsed with laughter.  Soon the entire room was a cauldron of jeers, insults and barely controlled hysterics.

Mortified beyond anything he’d ever experienced before, Stefan was finally able to regain his footing and fled the stage, even as his boy-dick continued to spew its foul liquids.  Stefan had scarcely reached the relative privacy of the backstage area when the bar manager came running up to him screaming.  "Are you crazy, boy?  Are you fucking crazy?”

Stefan tried explaining that it had been an accident, something he couldn’t control but the bar manager was having none of it.  "What the fuck are you talking about, boy?” he asked, cutting him off.  "If you need to take a piss you just take it before you go on stage.  It's that simple, asshole.  It's that’s simple.  If the public health department hears of this, we’ll be lucky if they don’t close us down for a month.  As it is, I’ll have to tell the waiters to put everyone’s tab on the house for the rest of the night.  Do you have any idea how much money you’ve cost us, boy?”

“I’ll make it up,” Stefan offered.  "You can take the money out of my pay as long as you need to pay for everything.”

The manager looked at him incredulously.  "Are you joking, boy?  You think I’m gonna keep you on after what just happened, after what you just did on stage in front of a full house of customers?  No fucking way are you working here ever again.  Your ass is fired.  Clear your shit out and don’t ever come back.  You're not welcome here anymore - even as a paying customer.  Now get your fucking ass out of my bar before I have you thrown out.”

Stunned, still trying to recover from the incredible humiliation he was feeling, Stefan looked over to the back door where Drago was smiling at him.  He couldn’t believe the man had done this to him - had made him make a complete spectacle of himself, had pretty much basically ended any chance Stefan had of ever working in a bar again, at least in this town.  "Why?  Why?" he screamed at the man as he ran up to him.  "Why did you do that to me?”

Without even blinking an eye, Drago hauled off and slapped Stefan across the face.  "Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, bitch?” he snarled.  "I'm not one of your faggot customers who’s in awe of you, boy.  I know you for exactly who and what you are.  Never forget that, bitch.  Ever."

As Drago stood there glaring at the boy, Stefan fought to bring himself under control.  This man held the key to his continued residency in the United States and, at least until he was able to get Angelica to marry him, Stefan had to keep this man from going to the authorities.  "I'm sorry, sir,” Stefan finally forced himself to say.

Drago gave the boy a hard stare and then relaxed and allowed himself to smile.  This night couldn’t have gone any better and he couldn’t help but be in a good mood.  And it really wasn’t surprising that Stefan was so upset.  After all, the boy had made a spectacle out of himself that people would be talking about for years, and he’d lost his job doing it.  Drago figured he could cut his bitch a little slack, particularly since Stefan had no idea what was coming next.  "C'mon, bitch,” he said to his boy, “we need to get out of here before you get thrown out.”  And, saying that, he turned and headed out the door, knowing that the boy had no choice but to follow him outside, even though he was still completely naked.

Not surprisingly, Drago insisted Stefan drain his bladder before he let him back into the car and the boy stood along the side of the road a good five minutes as the pee just continued to cascade out of his boycock.  Even though Stefan found it humiliating to be standing naked outside of a parked car pissing his brains out, he couldn’t help but feel relieved now that the incredible pressure from all the pent-up piss that he’d swallowed was finally beginning to ebb.  At the same time, though, the enormity of what had just happened at the club was hitting him hard.  He had lost his job and with it his source of income and he didn’t have a clue as to what he would do next.

Stefan couldn’t understand why Drago had orchestrated things the way he had.  He had to have known that, given the volume of pee that Stefan had downed, there was no way he could last through an entire set without losing control of his bladder and peeing himself on stage.  And he had to know that doing this would result in Stefan being fired.  Sure, Drago would get off on seeing Stefan publicly humiliated that way - Stefan had been with the man long enough to appreciate just how much Drago enjoyed humiliating him - but he also had to realize that if Stefan lost his sole source of income he’d have no choice but to go back to Slovakia.  It didn’t make any sense unless, unless Drago had just gotten tired of him and figured that this was a good way to get rid of him.  But Stefan hadn’t seen any sign that this was the case.  Drago seemed just as excited fucking and bitching Stefan out as he’d ever been.  It just didn’t make any sense.  And so, once his bladder had finally drained and Stefan got into the passenger seat, he turned to the man and asked again, though this time in a much calmer and less accusatory voice, “Why?”

The man looked over at him, took a puff from his cigarette, and started talking as he drove the boy back to his home.  "A couple of reasons, boy.  A couple of reasons.  First, you know I enjoy making you humiliate yourself in public and this was about as good as it could ever get, pissing yourself that way in front a room crowded with other men.  You looked so incredibly embarrassed, so totally mortified, up there on stage.  It was such a turn-on for me, boy.  Such a wild turn-on seeing you do that in front of all those people.  That was one reason, boy.”

He took another puff of his cigarette before continuing.  "And the other reason, boy, was that I thought it was time to bring your dancing career to an end.  You were bringing in a decent amount of money doing it - enough to live on - but nowhere near as much as you could make off that body of yours.  You could make a lot more renting it out by the hour.  A lot more.  Enough for you to live on and to provide me with a nice supplemental income.  So I decided it was time to put your ass to work - literally.  Starting tomorrow, Stefan, you’re a rent-boy; you’ll be selling your sweet little boypussy - and I know just how sweet it is - to anyone with a couple hundred bucks who wants to fuck you.”

“No way, dude,” Stefan objected.  "There's no way I’m gonna let you turn me into a paid whore.  No fucking way.  I'd go back to Slovakia before I’d let you do that.”

“Oh, really, boy,” Drago responded archly.  "I'm sure you’d get a real warm greeting back home, after everyone you know - including your parents - had a chance to see you in action last night at the party.  I've checked some of the video the guys took last night and it’s just great.  I'm sure all your friends and family would just love watching you drinking piss and getting fucked over and over again.  And they’d definitely enjoy watching you urinate all over a public stage while you’re stark naked.  They'd probably think that was simply hysterical.  Oh, they’d give you a warm welcome home, boy. I’m sure of it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Stefan protested, “you wouldn’t do that.  You couldn’t do that.  Seeing things like that would kill my parents.  You can’t do that, man.  You can’t.”

“Boy, you should know me well enough by now to realize that not only can I do it, I’d be more than happy to do it if you don’t do what I tell you to.  And I will do just that, boy, unless you agree to start working as a whore.  Starting tomorrow.  I've got you pretty much booked solid for the next two weeks.  I've got to say, the customers are really lining up for a chance to bitch out a straight muscle-stud like you.  All those guys who used to slip dollar bills into your g-string are dying for the chance to stick their hard cocks up your tight little pussy.”

“But…but you’re leaving Monday on a ten-day trip,” Stefan argued, trying to wrap his head around everything that was happening so quickly to him.

“Boy,” Drago laughed, “you really are too gullible.  I'm not going anyplace.  That was just a bullshit line I used to placate you.  But don’t you worry, boy, I’m gonna be right here, all next week, pimping out your fine boy-ass to all the dudes interested in pounding it.”

“But what about Angelica?” Stefan asked, his voice cracking.  "What am I supposed to tell her?”

“Yeah, about the bitch,” Drago replied.  "It's time you got rid of her, boy.  With the hours you’re gonna be putting in selling your pussy, you’re not gonna have any time for her.  Besides, you’re gonna be living with me from now on, so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re doing a good job servicing your customers.  Tomorrow, we’re gonna go over and collect your stuff from the apartment, and you’re gonna tell her it’s over between her and you.  You can tell her the truth or make up any lie you want, but you’re breaking up with that bitch tomorrow.  And that’s that.”

Stefan just sat there in stunned silence.  All his plans for the future had just gone up in smoke - his hopes of getting a decent job, of settling down and marrying Angelica, of regularizing his stay in the country.  They were all gone.  He'd come to America because he saw it as a land of opportunity, a place where he could make something of himself.  And now, now he was going to be a paid whore, a fuck-bitch for rich fags who liked banging and abusing straight muscle-boys.  And he couldn’t even go back home, not unless he wanted everyone who knew him there to see all the degrading and disgusting things Drago had already made him do.

He looked over at Drago and all Stefan could think of was how much he hated the man, how much he would like to see him dead.  Killing him wouldn’t solve all of his problems - his job as a stripper was gone for good - but it would at least get him out of the man’s clutches and give him a chance to lead a normal, decent life.  But Drago had warned him long ago that he’d taken steps to ensure that if anything happened to him, everything he knew about Stefan’s immigration status would be sent to the authorities and that graphic details of just exactly what Stefan had allowed Drago to do him would be shared with Angelica, too.  And, knowing how perverse the man really was, Stefan didn’t doubt that Drago had also taken steps to make sure that Stefan’s family and friends back in Slovakia would receive the videos of last night’s party and tonight’s disgusting performance should Drago meet an unexpected end.

So as much as Stefan might have enjoyed strangling the man right now, he knew he had to wait, he had to bide his time, he had to let Drago pimp him out and turn him into a fuck-bitch for rich fags.  He didn’t have any choice; Drago held all the cards.  But Stefan was going to keep his eyes open.  He'd be living with Drago now; the man had made that clear.  And as disgusting as that prospect was, Stefan figured that, over time, he’d learn just what he’d have to do to short-circuit Drago’s defenses and, once he did that, once he’d arranged things so that all of Stefan’s secrets would die with Drago, then he would make his move.  But until then…until then he was Drago’s slave-bitch to do with as the man wanted, and if Drago wanted to pimp Stefan out, Stefan would have to let him.

Stefan was going to hate having his straight ass pimped out, hate it more than he could even express.  But he was going to have to let Drago do it.  But one day, one day, he would get his revenge.  Even if it took years, one day Drago would pay for what he was doing to him.  Until then, though, Stefan’s life was going to be hell and he knew it.  For now, there was nothing he could do about that.  Stefan's American dream had turned into a nightmare that was all too real.  And it was all the boy could do to keep from crying in frustration.  But the last thing in the world he wanted to do was give Drago the satisfaction of seeing him cry, so Stefan didn’t.  Not then anyway.

Later that night, however, after Drago had spent another four hours ravaging Stefan’s still-hurting boypussy and finally passed out on top of him, Stefan finally let his silent tears flow down onto the pillow.  But, as he noiselessly wept his bitter tears, he fervently swore that one day he would pay Drago back for what he was doing to him, he would pay him back in spades for what Drago was doing to him.  Stefan could only hope that that day wouldn’t be too long in coming.