Meeting the Neighbors
by Anne N. Mouse
Copyright© 2019 by Anne N. Mouse
Flash Story: More in Cal's life. Running can be worse than staying as he's discovering. A bit long for a flash, but still meets the definition
Tags: Ma/mt Slavery CrossDressing Fiction Crime MaleDom Sadistic Interracial Black Male Prostitution
© 2010 Anne N. Mouse
Jack opened the door to the cell where he kept his latest boybitch. he’d watched the silly little halftwink nearly beat himself senseless trying to escape. he’d let the boybitch run himself ragged, then let the stupid fuck cry for a bit. Now he had a large to go box of bacon that he opened as soon as the door closed behind himself. It had an electronic key that would let him in and out, but no one else ... Well no one silly enough to be and obvious boy walking around in a skirt looking lost, then sleeping in an alley that one of Jack’s ho’s used as her place of business any way ... Jack waved the box under the nose of his latest project. He grinned when the boybitch’s eyes popped open.
“Suck my cock!” he demanded as he snapped the box closed and held it well out of reach of the boybitch.
The boybitch, really he ought to name the little cocksucker if he was going to spend such effort on him. Jake might refer to the runaway teen as a girl, but he never forgot that he was actually packing a pecker. Somewhat to his surprise the boy shook his head in negation of the command he’d been given.
That wouldn’t do. So moving quite a bit faster than his size might imply Jack snatched the boy up and twisted one of his arms up against the back of his neck while using his size and the pain the hold caused to put the boybitch on his knees.
Jack always carried a bit of scarlet lip dye which he painted on the boy’s lips when he gave up struggling after a bit of pain and realization that Jack had no intention of letting him go. Then he casually managed to slide the weakly kicking, “If you don’t be still I’ll break both your arms and throw you out!” Jack whispered to the boy to get him to quit struggling, boy into a pair of hot pink panties.
When Jack had the boy in the small and rather tight garment he said, “Today’s charge for food is that you suck my cock you little boybitch!”
“I donwanna,” the boybitch sobbed weakly.
“Well then, Caliente, it is time you met some of the neighbors,” Jack said as he popped the lock on the door and frogmarched the barely dressed boy out of the room to a hall full of jeering onlookers.
“You gonna turn that boy over to us like you’re supposed to?” shouted from somewhere near by a corpulent black police officer who was caressing a night stick or something similar while looking at Cal like he was a week away from his last meal and Cal was a steak on the grill.
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