Chapter 1: A Walk in the Park

It was a Saturday. Like any other Saturday in my boring life. I had no plans other than binge watching something I hadn’t picked out yet. I was scrolling social media and ran across a lady streaming a live of her walking her dog at a park. It seemed like she was enjoying the sunshine and the early morning sounds of nature and it had been a while since I had taken a walk, much less enjoyed those same sounds.

Growing up in Puerto Rico, I loved being outdoors and taking walks. I’ve been single my whole life, but since moving to the states I haven’t been exercising. Up until two years ago, I had always kept a boyfriend. After Brad left me for a skinny blonde, I kind of went into depression mode. Let’s just say I’ve done a lot of binge watching and even though I’ve never been married and never had kids, I have reached the goal nobody wants to obtain, “the mom bod”. To be honest, I’m more in the category of BBW, as they say online. I’m not proud, but the lady walking her dog suddenly motivated me to take a different outlook on life.

I changed into some shorts and a tee shirt and dug out an old pair of tennis shoes that I had bought two years ago after watching a Nike commercial. I live near a really nice park that I was able to drive to in less than five minutes. Before I could talk myself out of it I was getting out of my car and heading for the walking trail. There was nobody else around except a kid riding his bike around the parking lot, so I felt safe.

I started my walk and noticed that the kid was riding towards me. As he got closer I realized it was Tommy, the son of my friend Milly. Milly is a blonde haired, blue-eyed woman who was probably a hottie in her younger days, but had admittedly let herself go after a nasty divorce. She was still beautiful, but with her “mom-bod”, it was obvious as to why we hung out together. I smiled as Tommy rode up.

“Morning Ms. Ortiz! You out for a walk by yourself?” Tommy asked.

“Hey Tommy! Yes I am. I’m determined to make a fresh start today. A new beginning. What are you up to? Out looking for trouble?” I said laughing.

“Maybe,” he said, chuckling in an awkward way. “You ever gonna get another man, Ms. O? With a rack like yours, you ought to be able to get laid any day of the week! Those titties are why men go to war you know,” Tommy said smiling.

I was flabbergasted! This little kid was talking like he was 20 years old, not a 15 year old kid riding his banana seat 3 speed bicycle. Plus, he was Milley’s son. I had been to their house dozens of times and Tommy was always just a kid hanging out playing video games.

“Well, Tommy, that’s a very inappropriate thing to say first of all. Does your mother know you talk like that?” I asked.

“Nope. She don’t care. So how about it, Isabella? You want some dick, right?” he said smiling.

“Tommy, we’re ending this conversation right now and I’m going for my walk. I don’t ever want to hear you talk like that again, do you understand? Besides, I don’t need a man. I’m doing just fine alone,” I said angrily.

“I don’t know, Isabella. When I break it off with a bitch, I go right out and find another one. I got needs. My dick needs sucking daily.”

“OK, Tommy, we’re done here.” I said as I began walking away.

“No, I don’t think we are. These pictures and videos I have of you and your last boyfriend tell a completely different story. A bitch like you has needs, I can tell!” Tommy said sarcastically.

“What? How would you have pictures of me and Brad?”

“Oh, I have my reasons. I’ve been sitting on these for over a year, waiting for this day to come. Speaking of coming, my dick has an itch that I need you to scratch. How about we go back here on this trail and you get on your knees and suck my cock?” Tommy demanded.

“You must be dreaming, Tommy,” I said, dismissing his presumption. “Your mother is going to hear about this right now. And why are you calling women bitches? You know that’s completely inappropriate language, especially for a fifteen year old!”

“Oh, you know you like being called a bitch! Let’s see, here’s a video where your man, Brad, clearly knows what makes you tick.”

I watched as he pulled up a video of Brad and me role playing with him as my master and me as his slave.

“OK slut, what are you?” Brad said. “I’m your bitch, Daddy. Can I suck your cock now that you’ve ruined my ass with it? I want to clean it for you!” I said in the video.

“See? You like being called a bitch, don’t you Belle?” Tommy said laughing. “In fact, since you don’t have a man to serve, you can be my bitch, how does that sound?”

I was clearly shaken up at this young punk and his control of me. I wasn’t sure what he was capable of at this point. He could be bluffing, he could be serious. I decided to test him.

“Well, let’s just text your mom and see what she has to say,” I said confidently.

“OK! Let’s do that. Here, give me your phone and I’ll send the text myself,” he said as he grabbed the phone out of my hand.

I tried to get it back, but I wanted to see what kind of text he would send. I knew he wouldn’t tell the whole story about what he was up to.

“Let’s see, hmm, interesting. Yeah, this is quite disturbing actually,” he said as I watched him punching digits and letters.

“What? What’s interesting?” I asked sarcastically.

“Well, it seems you have these same videos on your phone and would you look at that? Your phone just sent all your contacts to my phone. Who is this one? Pastor? Hmm. I wonder what he would think about your video with Brad?” Tommy said smiling.

At that point I realized I was in trouble. Not just trouble, but fucked up the ass, literally. He had me and I could do nothing about it. I looked at him pleading.

“Tommy. What are you doing? You can’t do this to me. I haven’t done anything to you. Why are you being so mean to me?”

“You’re right Belle. You haven’t done anything to me,” he said with a serious tone.

“I’m relieved to hear you say–”

“And you haven’t done anything for me either,” he said, interrupting me. “We can remedy that right now if you want. You can start by sucking my cock right here, right now, or pay me $5000 and we’ll forget this ever happened.” he explained.

“Tommy, I don’t have that kind of money? Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.

“Because I can. And because I need money. I also need a good blowjob though, but I need the money more, but I really need the blowjob too,” he said as if he were arguing with himself.