Scorpion

Hehe - good to know you like the story... still. I just read it again and thought... how the hell did I change the perspective from the third person to the first person? How was that even possible? I feel so abused now.... since I am the one to hit and hurt. Oh well..... 🙂

Nice to know, that you enjoy it... Thanks for letting me know.

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Like Sfmike said: if you click on this icon you have the choice to go to your inbox then. On the left side there is the possibility to enable (or disable) the messaging feature. If you enable it, you can write PM to others and they can reach you too.... Your setting is obviously on 'disabled' (like the posting on your personal page is also restricted) which is totally fine.... if you sort the things out. Write me a PM.

There is no way to contact you in a PM?

I guess you just have to wait until I announce it like that: Part XX is available now.... (then like it or not) and if you like it I would send it in a PM to you. You could also PM me then and give me your email addie, then I could send it to your email account, which would be faster I guess. Right now I am not very motivated to write or post stuff anyway. This solution, that crossed my mind, isn't the very best, because there would be always an amount of time you would have to wait for my reply. And about your remark... yes - it should show who made the changed and why, but I proved it already (in another story) by re-posting parts of that story, that changes were made. And there was also not a stamp who did it.... I am not here to win a Pulitzer Prize... and if my grammar or my style is so bad, then I probably should simply stop posting. I got some nice feedback, so I know some of you guys like my stories and enjoy reading it (of course not all - and that's okay). We will see, what the future brings.... by the way - today is my birthday. So worship me... bitch!

If this continues... I will simply announce next chapters.... and everyone who 'likes' this announcement will get it in a private message.... This is really annoying me.

Well - whom should I thank for altering my story... again?

The Trainee (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** When Shane entered my office he looked frantic. “Excuse me Sir. Do you have the time…? I need to address something to you” he started. I looked up and nodded bad-tempered. “What is it?” I asked. He turned around and closed the door, before approaching my desk, his whole body shivering as he started several times to speak, but couldn’t form a word. I let him take his time and wondered what happened while he was on his break. “I… I can’t… I…. the guys…. I can’t…. I want to….” he mumbled incoherently. “Calm down boy and take a deep breath and then say what you want to say” I ordered him. He took some deep breaths and then said he wanted to quit. Wow! I hadn’t even started working on him and he wanted to escape already? No way! “May I ask you about your reasons? Was shelving too demanding for your skills?” I asked seriously. “No… it is not that. I am… I was…. those guys…. they sexually harassed me….” he spit it out. “Sexual harassment… that is a strong accusation!” I exclaimed. "Tell me what happened." He opened by telling me everybody was whispering about him, and that when he was on his break no one wanted to sit with him at the table. This was a nice story, but there was nothing about sexual harassment in it. Then he told me about the events in the restroom. “Slowly… slowly… you are going ahead of yourself. Show me exactly what happened” I demanded and got up from my chair, walked around my desk and stood close in front of him. I focused on his eyes and looked at him aggressively. Of course he felt unpleasant by my strong appearance. “Show me what happened… don’t summarize the events. You make serious allegations boy. I will decide whether you were harassed or not. Now show me exactly what happened!” I thundered. “This one guy offended me, by calling me a faggot” he blathered. “Okay… faggot. What happened next? Make it real, so I can absorb the whole situation fag!” I ordered. The poor lad experienced the whole degrading situation all over again. “Then one of the two guys hit me” he said. I gave him a strong push with both of my hands and he stumbled backwards. “No… not a push. He hit me in my face!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you says that… come back in front of me” and after he moved back to his old spot I slapped his face softly, more like a friendly slap on his cheek. “NO… he really slapped me hard across my face. I hit the wall behi…..” *SLAP* He didn’t know what hit him, but he almost sailed against the back of my office wall and slumbered down finally. He tried to catch his breath and looked at me stunned. “Like that?” I asked with an indifferent look at him. The poor boy held his right cheek and almost cried when he begged me to stop, exclaiming “Do I really have to go through this again?” I explained to him, that if he wanted my opinion, I had to ‘know’ what happened back there. Not just to be told about it. “They asked me then," his voice dropping to a near whisper "if I would suck – cock.” By this point he was staring at the floor in abject humiliation. “So faggot do you? Do you suck cock?” I snickered. “I told them no, but they would not believe it. Instead they forced me to admit it!” "How did the two guys force such a confession out of you?" I asked. "They slapped me, forcefully," he replied. Whereupon received another blow from my hand. “Then one of them, I think his name was Jon, said something about respecting his dick and then… then," now sobbing "I had to touch his junk through his jeans and try to find his glans and lick it.” His eyes were closed as he wept, as if again reliving the horror. When he opened his eyes he saw my bulge straight next to his face. While he was sobbing and crying I had taken my place and demanded him to repeat each and every grip he made. “Oh Gaaaaawd….” he continued wailing, but raised his hands and started to give me a nice massage and realized my cock was hard already. “Lick my cock faggot – let’s keep it real… show me some respect and lick my dick” I grinned while poor Shane started kissing and licking my dickhead through my slacks. For at least a minute he was nursing my dickhead through my pants and kept on massaging it, so I asked if something else happened then. He stopped drooling over my penis and just answered, that both guys left the toilette after that incident, but pressured him again; then he resumed nibbling on my dick. For another ten seconds he continued his act, before realizing he was still degrading himself. He added the thing that happened to him while he ended his break also. With a shocked expression on his face his movements stopped abruptly. “I am sorry…. “ he stared at the wet spot he caused to my pants, because of his spit. He didn’t know he had sucked already some of my precum through the fabric. “Never mind that… get up and let’s sit down on the couch and talk about the things, that happened really….” I suggested. Without helping him up I walked slowly to the couch and turned to him, so he could see me adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position. “SIT!” Shane didn’t even get up yet. His movements were slowly. Obviously the whole situation had worn him totally out. In fact a minute passed before he reached the couch, silently taking a set on the end opposite to my position. From time to time he sobbed desperately. “Let’s start it this way. It was all your fault Shane.” The silence was absolute. “My fault… my fault? I didn’t do anything. I was attacked by those two guys, without giving them any reasons to pick on me” he bawled. “There was no sexual harassment going on Shane. Keep in mind, you are the newest player on the team. The other guys don’t know where you stand. You need to find your place in the pack and I admit, they probably over exceeded things a little bit," (which, I thought to myself, they actually did not), "but you simply could have showed a little bit more resistance. Why didn’t you Shane?” “I was afraid they would beat me up” he admitted. “And that’s why you are in so much trouble now” I told him. “Still I am sure, that nothing worse would have happened…” I continued. “But their cocks were hard. They wanted to rape me….” he interfered. “Now it is already RAPE… interesting Shane. No – their cocks were hard because they got power over you. You are young but you will realize in years to come, that power is a great aphrodisiac. And if you get stimulated, while being bossy it is not a gay thing and it is not rape. It was simply a demonstration to illustrate your position in the pack. But don’t despair. This isn't irreversible. You simply must stand your ground and react in a proper way.” I smiled like a wolf at him, but he took it as a friendly gesture. Continuing I suggested “The next time someone passes out at you, for example making a gesture or something – it is all about the right signal to answer this impudence.” He looked at me with big puppy eyes but didn’t have a clue. “I studied psychology for several semesters," (another of my lies), "and I know about those things. For example – some guy passes you like the one in the stock, with the poking tongue against his cheek…. use a simple form of his gesture and reply with sticking out your tongue…. no not like that, you are not eight years old anymore… No, more like putting the tip against your upper lip… yeah – better… you could even move your tongue around a bit, following your upper lip…. no, just the upper lip,” I advised him. He was really not too bright after asking me if this would really help. “This is all non verbal Shane, he gave you a signal and you expressed your position with your gesture” I replied, adding “Well it will certainly do the trick. He won’t do anything bad” I said thinking to myself 'At least not then and there'. In fact I thought it likely if the other guy found a cozy place behind some pallets or in a toilet stall Shane could prove his fast tongue while sucking on yet another dick. "In any event, Shane, you need to know all the signals and the proper ways to react to them… for example the guy that grabbed his bulge in front of you - that was a pure sign of dominance… the proper way to react would have been to pass him and then simply grab one of your ass cheeks and pull them a bit apart. If it bothers you a lot you could also pull both ass cheeks apart – this way you return a strong signal from your side.” He looked at me puzzled. “Yeah – you would express that you are a fa… fantastic associate who doesn’t need to put up with this and that he should simply look for a place and shove it up the ass. " "I see," Shame commented, "that would be a strong signal indeed. Maybe he would then leave me alone.” “Believe me – if you do this I am sure he won’t bother you again for a while” I snickered, again thinking to myself 'At least not as long until his balls have not recharged'. “There are plenty of other situations and we can analyze them when they happen” I added with a warm smile but cold eyes. "Besides, there will be always occasions like this and it would happen in your life over and over again. You simply need to adjust your responses properly for the occasion," I explained in a soothing voice, adding “Listen, I am really sorry, that the whole thing is pushing you to the edge, but I really think this way all a lack of misunderstanding” “It would be a terrible loss for us, if you would leave us now – if you feel uncomfortable in the employee rest room, there's another rest room we don't use right now, but which I can make available to you. It's in an unused section of the warehouse. There you would have the time to relax and you wouldn’t be bothered by some noises or so. And no one would hear you too,“ I offered adding “I am sure we can work this out if you are just willing to take each and every dick… or Jon or Brian as a new challenge. Let's work these things really deep into your system and I am sure you will grow in person, but you will also help other guys additionally to grow.” 'In their pants' I thought to myself. “So… what’s it gonna be?” I asked, conveying a look that said 'Take it or leave it'. “Can I see the other restroom?” he asked in a subdued voice. I rose, and instructed him to follow me. My bulge was still evident to anyone who looked, Shane and I left the office, encountering a couple of my employees. I'm sure a they noticed the wet spot on my pants, Shane followed me through the store, somehow looking utterly defeated. Looking to give him some encouragement I advised “You've made the right decision, Shane. I will help you grow into something totally new. Just follow my orders… Shane looked back and saw Jon massaging his cock openly through his pants forming the word ‘FAG’. Timidly he reached back and pulled one of his ass-cheeks apart only to see Jon nod in approval. What had he done?

Virgin POZ Night (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** The young lad did not understand what was happening. He remembered clearly, that he talked to some dudes in a bar. They invited him for a drink and flattered him. He told them though, that he was not into guys. No offense, but he had already a girlfriend and was happy in love with her. Still he accepted the invitation for free drinks. Then his memory became a little bit blurred. Soon he felt somehow weak and tired. The guys offered him to get him outside the club, so he could get some fresh air. On their way to the exit he felt already hands reaming over his buttocks. He tried to talk, but somehow he wasn’t able to form clear sentences. Then he felt a sharp pinch at his left nipple. It was almost like someone tried to rip his nipple away from his body. Once the group left the club, he remembered the events only in fragments. I white van…. *flash* Slaps to his face, while he tried desperately to keep his pants on while several hands using force to rip his pants off from him… *flash* Pain… so much pain in his ass and voices who called him a ‘tease’ and a ‘faggot’… *flash* Moans… he knew this voice… it was his own voice moaning, while the pressure increased in his asshole… *flash* More slaps to his face and a bad taste in his mouth… *flash* Carried downstairs… words floating through is dazed mind. ‘Fresh meat’… ‘Fuck meat’… ‘Neg-Whore’… ‘POZ-slut’… Where did those words come from? *flash* Grinning faces leering above him *flash* And then he remembered coming back to senses, being tied up in this darkened small room, while guys fucked their stiff cocks hard into his body. He tried to plead with the two guys using his holes for their pleasure. But how can you plead with someone if your mouth is full with hard and throbbing man dick. If his hands would be free, he could defend himself. He would fight his way out of this place. He saw himself pushing his way out of this horrible situation and getting help in a hospital and while his mind played tricks on him, how things could still come to a good end, both of his holes were violated in a steady rhythm. Then he felt a hard blow against his head. “Watch your teeth you fucking faggot…. or I will punch them out of your fucking mouth.” He was sucked back into reality. The guy in front of him stuffed his huge cock back into the boy’s mouth. “Open up…Open up…. OPEN UP your mouth and take my cock. Take me deep-throat, you stupid fuck” he heard the guy growling. Salvia ran from his wide opened mouth. One hand had a tight grip on his hair. The other hand was going around the back of his head. The knot in his throat sunk deeper again as the man started to push his cock back into his mouth. Soon the twinks face was pulled into the mat of thick dark pubic hair while his throat muscles massaged the invading cock. Meanwhile the man behind him filled the boy’s ass completely. His hands pulled the victim’s ass cheeks apart so his thick dick could even fuck him deeper into his rectal tube. Again the young adolescent struggled against his bonds and tried to move away somehow. Alas – all his attempts were fruitless. The tops movements became more and more aggressive. “Do you like my cock, ripping up your hole? Come on bitch – squeeze me with your ass-cunt, you piece of shit….” “He is such a slut” his partner in front sneered savoring the tight throat. “His ass is also tight, but it is a good feeling to bust him open….” the other one growled. The leather daddy fucking the poor lad’s asshole caressed the twinks tensed torso and grinned devilishly at his partner. “Let’s do it….” he hissed and gave the signal. Both leaned towards each other and started kissing passionately. The moment their tongues met, while raping the boy beneath them, they started to slam-jam-fuck the tied up twink. They humped him in a rush to reach climax quickly and simultaneously. The boy gasped loudly and tried to suck in some air. He felt like this huge cock in his throat was choking him to death. His jaws were clearly working to adjust to the brutal mouth rape. While the lad was pummeled in his ass the pain coming from his stretched rectum almost drove him out of his mind. Suddenly sharp farts escaped around the guy’s cock. The top pushed hard with each stroke, just to seat his dick fully back into the boy’s intestine. First the guy in the front groaned loudly, when he shot his load into the throat of his rape toy. The moment his tormentor withdrew his cock and the boy sucked wetly in for air. Thick liquid sprayed from his mouth, while he coughed and retched in distress. After that his pal pressed his loin well up into the teens cleft and trembled while he shot his gush of sperm deeply into the young guy’s hole. “Holy fuck… take my poison up your cunt you stupid whore…. milk my balls you cheap and dirty bareback slut…. Damn… Fuck…. “ “Please… no more… please don’t hurt me anymore….” the poor lad sobbed. “Damn – where do they find those kind of whores? I am amazed, that there are really fags who are into this pozzing shit” one of them sneered. “Yeah – but you see, when push comes to shaft they are all begging to be spared… this one plays his role quite good….” the other one answered and continued slowly to fuck the boy in his ass enjoying the slippery feeling. “You are a good hole, bitch. Your ass is nice and tight, it won’t stay forever this way. I am glad I was able to fuck you in your prime and give you, what you wanted….” Slowly the top removed his slowly deflating cock from the young lad’s asshole and moved towards the boys face. His partner already pulled his pants up and grabbed a shock of the victim’s hair and tilted the young ones head violently back. “Hmpf… Ough…. Noooo!” he cried out, but was silenced as another half hard cock entered his mouth. The leather daddy used both of his thumbs to pinch the boys nose shut. It was almost caring movement, the way he held the guys head in his hands with one thumb on each side, shutting the nose completely. The only sound that could be heard was the wet breathing sound past around the cock in the young guys mouth. It took a few moments before the kid made gurgling sounds and his eyes widened in terror. He tried to jerk his head free, but both guys held him in place steadily. He didn’t almost have the chance swallowing the dark yellow piss. The flood forced him to inhale the foul waste. A spray of the yellow liquid erupted up around the thick mouth filling cock. “Yeah… drown in my piss, filthy stinking whore….” the pissing fucker growled and continued relieving himself strongly. After agonizing moments for the teenager and those desperate choking sounds, that were drowned in heart wrenching gurgling screams, the Alpha male slowly came to an end of his piss. They let go of his head and it slumped back down leaving the sobbing lad, without another word, in his misery.

The Trainee (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Shane went to work and gave 100 %. No matter what was asked of him, he seemed to be highly motivated and since he wanted to impression he smiled to everyone, trying to be polite and helpful. Certainly his speed slowed down, whenever he had to pull up his pants or to pull down the blouse. Every time he bent down to pick up something from a pallet, the cleft between his ass-cheeks became clearly visible. Of course he received some rude comments, mostly from older women or mothers with children. Every time a female hissed the word ‘Pervert’ at him, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. One woman asked him, why he was so scantily dressed, commenting she didn’t want to see his behind exposed to her or her two kids and thought it was also not appropriate for him to wear a women’s blouse. Shane explained the store didn't have a uniform in his size, so the clothing he was wearing was the best that was available, but the ady didn’t accept his excuse and complained about Shane’s appearance at our service point. I was called to the information desk and had a conversation with this woman. Of course I apologized for those circumstances, because that’s my job – to be professional. But truth was: I did not care what she was thinking. We went further away from the service point, so my other employees wouldn’t hear me. Shane was standing in quite a distance holding a cornflakes box in his hand, mashing it up involuntarily. He could see us, but was too far away to understand a word I was saying. “We offered him a uniform, fitting his body measures, but he declined. But we are an open minded store in a liberate town, we do not interfere with our staff member’s ways to express their own lifestyle. Shane chose a daring way to dress himself, but he wears the required uniform, even if it is one or two sizes too small. She didn’t look very happy about that answer, nagging about that her children would go blind, if they had to look one more time at this perverted guy. “Well… Shane is a good worker and as long as he wears the uniform, even if it is too tight, we don’t mix up with his personal opinions about his sexual orientation or his intentions about exploring new aspects in his life… as Shania for example.” She opened her eyes real wide and stormed right out of the store without saying another word. Guess she thought her kids would turn deaf, if they’d have to listen to me for one more minute. Shane looked like he was going to get fired in any second, when I walked up to him with a grim look on my face. He let his head hang down, but I only grabbed him tight on his nape and told him, that he shouldn’t worry too much about it. He did nothing wrong and made an excellent job. I pinched his left nipple playfully through the soft fabric of his blouse and told him to move his ass for our customers. There were those nagging housewives on one side, but on the other hand there were plenty of guys, who really enjoyed Shane’s effort. Some observed him working hard from a safe distance. Others asked him for help because they couldn’t find certain things. Yeah – right! By the way, those things were somehow ALWAYS on the lowest shelves. So he spent most of the time squatting down, searching for the stuff the customer’s requested. Once he found an item he stayed in his crouched position and handed the stuff to the guy asking for it. He was looking up like a puppy in need for a treat, but strangely enough, most of the items were wrong and he had to keep looking for the right articles. Sometimes he was held down by a resting hand on his head playing with his hair for example, while the guy would read the description on the back of the package, only to tell him he was looking for something else. This happened not forcefully. The males just wanted to prolong their horny games and get the chance to touch the twink for a couple of times. Then I observed something interesting. Two guys worked together – filming the lad obviously. While Shane crouched in front of a bulging guy, his friend was standing right behind Shane’s back and recorded the whole situation with his cell phone. Shane’s exposed butt was clearly shown in the picture, and the guy in front of him, groped his cock through his pants very noticeable. The boy lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He played with his junk also from time to time in public, but not when someone was clearly watching him. He didn’t even realize, the second mate was recording the whole scenery. It looked like an intro to a cheap porn movie. Besides that, I couldn’t count how many times Shane bumped into other guys crotches with his face. He simply turned his head and wanted to ask the guys something or hand the article to them and found his face smashed to some male’s genitalia - even if, of course, the man was wearing pants. The strange thing for him was, the men never seemed to bother. They didn’t move back or say anything about it. They just stood there, making it totally uncomfortable for the boy to escape. Although it was not his fault, he apologized with a shy smile. This made most guys go crazy. I could see it in their eyes. They wanted to fuck this faggot badly. After several hours of work, Shane was released to do his break. In the break room he tried to do his best to socialize with other guys. But the females just whispered at the other table and, shen Shane asked to take a seat the guys abruptly went back to work. So Shane sat there all alone, staring out of the window, killing time until his break to be over. Before going back to his work the boy went to the bathroom to take a piss and wash his hands. Entering the bathroom, he saw two of the guys who had split the break room when Shane tried to introduce himself. “Well, look who is here. Are you sure you chose the right toilet?” one of his associates said. “Come on guys, don’t be like that. This is my first day….” “Listen faggot. I don’t care about the store politics. I don’t care about political correctness… I just want to tell you – if you ever touch my ass, or look at me or make advances towards me… I will beat you to a pulp you fucking homo….” the other one growled. “I am not a fag man, I have a girlfriend….” Shane tried to defend himself. The guy with the nameplate ‘Jon’ gave him such a slap to his face, that he landed dazed between two urinals. “Are you calling me a liar, faggot?” he asked agitated. Both guys moved towards him and Shane tried to get up, but had no chance. Another slap hit his face. “What is it faggot… you calling me a liar?” he repeated himself. Both guys clenched their firsts and Shane was highly scared of being beaten up in this toilet. “No…. no…. you are not a liar” the boy mumbled. “So what…?” Jon growled. “I… I am… a faggot” he whispered. “You owe me 10 dollars Brian” Jon laughed loudly. “I told you – he is a fucking homo and I don’t care what you heard about him before. Look at him, how he focuses his gaze at us, how he stares at our bulges – do you like what you see?” Shane had no choice, since both guys towering above him, to notice the crotches in front of him. “Why don’t you pay some respect to me and my buddy and let’s say – give us a kiss on our superior cock lumps.” Jon suggested to Shane and winked at Brian. “It is okay… there is nothing wrong about it faggot. Just give each of us a quick kiss on our bulges and we are off to work. No harm done….” Jon grinned evilly. Shane felt like he had no other choice. He was scared to death, to get his face beaten and so he straightened up a bit and gave a quick smooch to Jon’s covered dick and then in light speed he did the same thing to Brian’s bulge. “Are you kidding me?” Jon snarled dangerously. “You didn’t even hit my cock you low life…do it the right way or else….” “I thought you queers are able to detect if a guy is carrying his cock to the left or to the right side – now… Go on… Continue…. check out my junk and if you got it right, give me a nice and friendly kiss on my cockhead…. HURRY UP NOW!” Jon slapped Shane lightly on his head. Brian was satisfied obviously, because he stepped back a little bit, which gave Jon had more room now to expand himself in front of poor Shane. The lad raised his shaking hands up to Jon’s crotch and started massaging the guy’s cock area. “You know Brian, my dad once told me, faggots are quite good substitutes, if your girl is not around… they are quite good cock suckers.” Jon explained to his friend casually. “Are you a good cock sucker boy?” he wanted to know. “No… no” Shane looked up and shook his head. “My dad told me, they are also drinking your piss if you need to relieve yourself. Hell – they even lick your asshole!” he exclaimed. Shane sobbed softly while he made out Jon’s hardening cock. “Yeah… you got it – no kiss my cockhead through my jeans. Show me how much you respect me! Lick over my pants before sucking my cock through the fabric.” Shane tried to look for sympathy in Brian’s eyes but he could see no compassion. And so he stuck out his tongue out and licked this totally stranger his jeans in the front. He heard some clicking and saw Brian and Jon were both taking pictures on their cell phones. “Do you want us to help you, do some practice on your cock sucking then…” Jon asked in a calm but threatening tone. Shane looked up to both guys with begging eyes and whispered ‘Pleaaaaase’ softly, in order to make them stop. “No need to beg faggot. I will spread the word around, that you are willing to give head for associates in need…..like the whore…. what was her fucking name again?” Jon looked at his pal. “Mindy….” he replied. “Yeah fuck… the whore was good in cock sucking, but she always refused to suck ass…. good that we have at least this opportunity now… right – faggot?” Jon asked more rhetorically. “But aren’t you a fag also, if you give your cock to a faggot?” Brian asked his mate. “Not if you are using him as a hole. If you don’t suck another guy or take cock up your ass, it is not a homo thing. This is just stress relief if a true cunt is not available.” Jon stated. “Let’s go back to work Jon… we are already late” Brian suggested to his friend. Jon stepped back a bit and gave Shane another hard slap to his face, to which Shane yelped out and held his hand against his cheek. “Don’t fuck with me faggot. If you tell anyone about our little agreement, I promise – you will be sorry. Got that freak?” he asked sternly. Shane couldn’t help but nod. Once those bullies left the bathroom he started to cry. He couldn’t continue working at this place. He was not safe here anymore. In his mind the idea formed to find me and to tell me about him quitting the job. He didn’t want give any reasons. He would just quit and leave this place and he would be safe. Once Shane walked back into the store another associate he never saw before passed him and pointed at him. Then he poked his tongue against the inner side of his right cheek, mimicking the international sign for ‘sucking cock’ and grabbed his bulge obscenely. Rumors started to spread already. Shane was out of his mind because of his anxiety.

The Trainee ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages. Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy. Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off. I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims. The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer. I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications. For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly. Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING? The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately. NEXT! Betty brought in another applicant. Now this was someone I would totally prefer. He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes. “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door. I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat. First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation. His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents. Without looking at him I asked about his name. “Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice. I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered. “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants. He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize. “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered. “That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants. “I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly. Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans. “Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly. “Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked. I looked at him sternly. “Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit. He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon. “We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?” Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair” Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile. “You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.” and for the first time I smiled at him. “It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked. “Today, like now?” he asked? “Is there a problem?” “No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said. Girlfriend… Nice! It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot. After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks. As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it. I went to a cupboard and opened it. “Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt. “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it. He would look ridiculous. I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely. “So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.” “Here?” he asked oblivious. “Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered. First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately. I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully. Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers. He sighed that I was probably right. He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks. I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom. Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants. That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher. Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass. He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it. He turned around and tried to make a happy face. “Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously. “Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained. In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’ “Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him. “Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up” “Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned. “Now get do some squats.” Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks. I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks. Shane yelped and tried to shy away. “Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear. We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?" “Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer. “It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.” What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would. Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also." I couldn’t help but to agree. “This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him. Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton. Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen. His blouse looked more like a belly top. “Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued. “Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down. I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’ “This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled. “So? Are you ready for some action? “Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance. When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional. I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do. After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff. Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding “He looks like a faggot!” I agreed. “You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied. “You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink. “Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.” “Exactly” I said. Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….

Virgin POZ Night (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I fondled my cock gently. The boys’ head was hanging down again and he begged me not to fuck him. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. He grimaced in torment. Then I snapped a picture and let go of his mop of hair unceremoniously. “Stop muttering faggot, I told you – you had five toxic cocks already in your asshole. Another won’t hurt you” I slapped him on his ass cheeks. His hole was leaking cum. I didn’t care. I like my fuck holes tight, but I am okay to be a sloppy second…. or sixth. I rubbed my cock head up and down the wet cleft and I could see the guys back muscles tensed. He tried to move away, but he was strapped so tightly. He wouldn’t have a chance to escape. Still he fought with all of his power. I was sure his cunt would be nice and tight. He would be a good fuck. My cock stood out proudly. I didn’t even care to take off my jeans. I like to fuck in full gear. It is kind of hot to keep your pants and shoes on and simply open the buttons to fuck right away. You can get naked with your lover, but you don’t have to have this intimacy with whores like this one. My cockhead touched the boys cleft. He yelped, when he felt it. I caressed his back and could still feel the power he summoned in order to break free and get away. “Do you want my cock? Do you want my toxic cock faggot?” I whispered. “NOOOO… I am not a faggot. Please untie me and let me…. gooooo!” the lad whined. “You are not a faggot hole?” I snickered. “No… no… Sir… I got a girlfriend… I am not a faggot. I am not… *shivers* a faggot” “And your girlfriend knows, that you take raw dicks?” I went on while probing against the young guy’s hole softly. I could feel the entrance prepared for the attack and tighten up. His back muscles strained. This was beautiful. “You know what I think?” I whispered. “I think you are just a whore, who just gets his kick from teasing POZ cocks like me – and now you changed your mind, but 5 loads already working in your system to pollute you, to drag you down… do you feel the virus cursing in your blood already?” Somehow in his dazed brain the words ‘Virus’, ‘toxic cock’ and ‘raw’ made a fatal combination and again he groaned pitifully and tried to free himself by trashing around. Supporting both of my hands on his back I could feel his muscles working to escape. My right hand went down to my cock, lining my pole up to his asshole and pushed it forcefully inside his body. There wasn’t a tearing sensation or such. He was well lubed by the cum shots he received earlier already. With one prominent push I sunk my whole infested dick into his defenseless hole. The feeling was incredible being balls deep into his cunt. My right hand went back to his backside and while it was not necessary to hold him down, I was still using this angle as a leverage to pull out my dick almost fully from his well stretched hole. With only my cockhead resting in his slit, I pushed back brutally into him. He didn’t say anything anymore. Only his sobbing could be heard while I rammed my cock in and out of his almost virgin asshole. His muscle tried to deny me the entrance. It was cramping so hard, that it gave my cock such a good feeling. I got into a nice fucking motion. My grunting echoed from the walls and mixed with his pitiful sobbing. My upper body lowered to his back and my face was now almost next to his. “Do you like my AIDS cock giving you another brutal fuck. Try to tighten your hole, give me the chance to rip your ass up, so my AIDS babies can find their way into your system, eh?” “Nooooo…. oh God please no…. don’t do this to me man…. PLEASE!” he whimpered. “Please…. God…. Jesus…. help me please…. is anyone out there… PLEASE HELP *shouts out loud* Stop hurting me… stop doing this to me…..” “This place is away from God. No one will help you boy. Accept the inevitable… *pants* No one can help you now….” I raised my upper body up and started speed fucking the little brat like a rabbit. This raised his voice also to a crescendo. “SHUT THE FUCK UP” I yelled and hit him three times with my right fist hard on his right shoulder blade. He yelped out in pain and his sphincter narrowed itself once again. “Good bitch… nice tight whore…. giving you my GIFT… you stupid… FUCK” and with that I shot my hot cum into his absorbing cunt. I was balls deep while one gush after another left my dick only to pollute this beautiful twink. I repeated resting my upper body against his back and relaxed there. His whole body was shaking because he cried so hard. My dick was slowly expelled from his tight hole, followed by a stream of slime running down his inner thighs, which wasn’t all mine necessarily. Once my dick wasn’t in his body anymore I walked slowly in front of him and crouched before him. He was too weak to raise his head completely, but it was enough for him to see my semi-hard cock, covered in his ass slime. “Listen pal…. I said listen to me…” His sobbing ebbed down. “Do you know, that there is still hope for you? Hum?” I asked in a soothing voice. “If you get into a hospital soon, they can still prevent you from turning into a poz cum-dump for the rest of your life.” “Is this true?” he sniffed. “Yeah – If you get there in time, they will give you something, which might save you from becoming positive. There is no need to go into details, I just thought you might want to know.” I grinned and got up stroking my dick slowly, watching down at the lad who tried to raise his head more and more. “Would you please help me to get there then? I promise I won’t tell anything. I just want to get the chance to get saved.” he begged me. “Well boy, I would – but it would give me the feeling you didn’t like the ride with me. It is almost like you didn’t want my cock and didn’t enjoy the hard fuck I gave you… I don’t know…. that doesn’t sound good to me.” The twink wailed but I couldn’t understand what he was babbling. “No…. nooooo… I li-li-liked your co-cock very mu-mu-much!” he exclaimed. “You enjoyed banging the shit out of you – really? “Yes… I-I-I never did this be-before, but… but I liked that very… very much” he promised. “That’s so sweet of you . I liked ripping your asshole up also very much.” I chuckled. “Listen…. time is ticking and there were 5 other guys before me, fucking their toxic slime into your body. So - how about you, cleaning my cock from all the slime covering it. If you do that – I promise I will call an ambulance, so you can get into a hospital as soon as possible.” I suggested wickedly. I had a raging hard-on again. “I never sucked a guy clean” he answered broken. “Never you mind, I will help you…” and I raised his head up by grabbing him by a shock of his hair again. “Just open your mouth and use your tongue a little bit, I will do the rest and fuck your face – how about that?” I instructed him. Without waiting for an answer I fed the young boy my cock. I didn’t want him to puke so I was not deep throat him, but he surely gave me a nice feeling, fucking his mouth quite fast. Of course I didn’t care about slime on my cock. Hell, if you cruise in bath houses you can be happy if that is all you get on your cock. I wanted to shoot another load into him and I was confident I would accomplish this task. His eyebrows furrowed, because of the unpleasant way I held his head up, but I didn’t care. For a first timer his tongue gave my cock head a great stimulation, although he was probably only trying to push me out of his mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my balls boiling. Then with a long, low grunt I shot my second load into him. He swallowed some of it, but coughed the other half up, seriously trying not to choke on my cock and the respectable amount of cum, flooding his throat. I let go of his hair another time and propped up on his shoulder blades trying to catch my breath. Patting him on his head I started to button my pants up. “You did a good job whore” I hissed at him. “Please…. call for help… you promised!” the words were almost inaudible. “If you are not busy, I will call for help as soon as possible.” I lied and snort back my own snot and spit it on his head. The phlegm pasted his blonde hair. Once I unlocked the door I could see two fully bearded leather daddies standing nearby turning to me. “About time!” one of them mentioned to me. There was a long queue of other guys waiting also for their time to bang the kid. I turned around and went back to the sniffing lad. “Listen… a slight change of plans. There are at least 6 guys outside waiting to fuck their slime into you. I guess you will be busy serving them for a while. You got no choice anyway”, tapping at his tied up body. “I will be here for another couple of hours, cruising and probably having some drinks at the bar. If you are not busy anymore, before I Ieave, I will get you some help. Let’s keep our fingers crossed, that it is not too late then, okay?” “But you PROMISED” he screamed. The two leather guys entered the booth. “You guys are doing him simultaneously?” I grinned. They nodded grimly and I felt it was time to give them their privacy. The blonde one tried to raise his head as high as possible and followed me with his eyes shouting again that I promised to help him. When I left the corner of his eye he focused on the guy in front of him, who was revealing his huge phallus and felt another cock inspected already at his cunt. I can’t even explain the noise the lad was making. I guess this was the moment he realized, there was no God protecting him from his terrible fate. This was a holy place indeed. But not in the way he assumed it. I closed the door behind me and heard the locking noise. Outside I grabbed the chalk and drew another line on the little blackboard. We all listened to a high pitched muffled scream and then two other low voices grunted loudly. My balls needed a recharge, but after one drink or two, I would go down and check on this blonde faggot again.