Don't Piss Off a Poz Top

[Toon]

WARNING: This story contains quite a bit of violence.

I consider myself pretty laid-back and generally pleasant. I have some esteem issues: I wish I was taller. I wish I could grow a decent beard. I wish my dick was bigger.

But, generally, I was happy. One thing about me that I never doubted was my sense of humor. I could make people laugh with my wit. I could talk to anyone and instinctively know how to engage them with humor. I'm also pretty smart. I was always the smartest guy at a social gathering. That's probably how I ended up with Jimmy - the guy I was "dating". He was smart, a few years older than me and very nice looking. He went to the gym regularly but was never able to convince me to go with him. My dad was an orthopedic surgeon and had always told me stories about how guys who worked out with weights would eventually have problems with their joints. "Yeah", he'd say "You look good in your 20's and 30's, but eventually you'll need a hip, knee or shoulder replaced." I tried telling this to he ignored me. We were probably going to break up pretty soon. It wasn't just the gym issue -- we had problems in the bedroom. I was way too cautious for his liking. I wouldn't suck his dick unless he had a condom on. I never let him fuck me because condoms can break. So our little fling had an expiration date. 

For now, though, we still went out and were pleasant to each other. One evening last July, we went to this restaurant where a guy he knew would be working, "We can sit at the bar and drink for free. Thomas and Tony and those guys are gonna meet us there."

It wasn't too busy that night. I thought we'd eat dinner first, but instead we just went directly to the bar where this friend of his was working. His nae was Aaron and was extremely tall and around my age (26). He wasn't too bad to look at either. Blonde, thin and smirking, I almost decided to not like him. There was something about him that bugged me. But it was going to be a fun night with a big group of our friends and free booze. I needed to lose whatever was bothering me and be myself. 

Jimmy had told me on the way over that while we could drink for free, we still had to tip him. "Aaron lives on tips. He's been a stripper for both sexes, a dancer and possibly even more. I've heard he also does escort work."

The others showed up and everybody started drinking.  The restaurant started emptying out as it got later. They closed at 11, and the plan was for all of us to go to this big dance club that was the hottest gay spot in town. I never really liked going there because that kind of music is relentlessly the same. The young straights had started showing up in greater numbers. I only agreed to go because Jimmy liked it and I figured I should do something to make him happy.

We drank merrily and I made sure to keep adding dollars to the counter. It turns out that Aaron was pretty amusing. He had quick, witty comments that had everyone cracking up. Wait a minute. That was what I did. I was supposed to be the funny one. Where did that leave me now?  So I sulked. Aaron continued his entertaining and I continued drinking. And tipping less. 

"Hey", he suddenly announced,"make room and leave a stool open. My date is here. He's coming with us tonight." It was little, round old guy who was in a suit. 

"Yup", said Jimmy, "He's hustling for sure. Look at that old geezer. He must have a lot of money."

Aha. I had something to one-up Mr. Clever now. As Aaron talked to his 'client', I made a few quips that got the crowd back over to my side. I was maybe louder than I thought I was being (alcohol does that to me).  Maybe Aaron heard some of it or maybe he didn't. He had to do his work with the old guy, but he was keenly aware that he was no longer the star. After an hour, the grandpa had to go home for his pills.  I didn't even have to make a joke about that. I just chuckled a little as Aaron turned a green-eyed glare right at me. For the next half-hour he directed all his sharp wit at me. He insulted my shirt and my baby face and my haircut. I kept up with him and traded jab for jab. Jimmy was upset because he'd never seen this side of me before. I said cruel things to the bartender and he said cruel things to me. Some of the other guys got uncomfortable and started to leave. "We'll meet you all there," somebody said. 

As much as he hated me, Aaron kept refilling my glass. But I didn't let it go. I started to sneak back some of the tips I'd left. That was maybe the last straw for Jimmy.

"We're leaving! You ruined the night."

"I'm not done with my gin and tonic. And I didn't ruin anything. He did."

"He's an ass, but so are you. And he's got AIDS on top of everything else. Give him a break."

Jimmy made his way to the door and tried one last time to get me to go with him, but I wouldn't budge. "Fine. Take a cab." And then he was gone.

I was alone with just Aaron and two other guys from our group. They had just started dating and were making out.  I watched them and felt my rage break apart like a dropped block of ice. I was a jerk. A drunk jerk.  Closing time was approaching and I had to figure out how to get home. Aaron asked me if I wanted one more.

"Look. I'm sorry. I really am a nice guy. Just a bad night I guess. Jimmy and I are broken up as of now."

He didn't say anything. Just stood there. "It's OK. Have another drink and let me close up. I'll give you a ride to the club. I doubt if Jimmy will be there"

He shooed the love couple out and locked the door. He took off his apron and wiped down the counter. I thought he'd grab his keys and we'd head out, but he seemed to want to hang around for a bit.  He brought a bottle of something clear and came and sat down next to me. "This is top shelf shit. Have a little, but go slow."

"Again - I'm sorry."

"No problem. Let's start again. Hi, I'm Aaron." He offered his hand and I shook it.

"I'm Ted. Nice to meet you."

We drank and talked. He was still witty, but the bite was gone. As was mine. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy after all. 

"So...are you a stripper?" Why the hell did I ask that?

"Yeah. I've done it all. I've danced in cages before. You can really get cut up in those things. I still have scars. I also made a porno once or twice. Guys like to look at my big dick and I always need money. That's how it's been since I was 18."

"What was making a porn movie like?"

"Ugh. It takes forever and it's so hot with all the lights. Want to see one I was in?"

"Yes", I said way too quickly. 

"My boss has one of the DVDs in his office. Let's go. Let me turn  the lights off and I'll take you back."

We were soon in shadows. "Why does your boss have one of your pornos?"

"How do you think I got hired? I never even went to bartending school."

Oh. Makes sense. The office was behind the kitchen and looked fairly normal. There was a desk, computer, a few chairs, a small couch, and a big TV on the wall. 

He closed the door and locked it. ? "You know, Jimmy is one of my oldest friends. You've put him through hell. He didn't deserve any of your shit."

"Wha

A fist landed on the side of my head and I fell to the floor. It was carpeted. but I still saw a blue flash when I landed. He'd tricked me. I may have blacked out for a second. My dad had once told me that people who suffer a concussion will see lights and colors when their brains slosh against the side of the skull. Shit.

"I've been wanting to do that for the last two hours, Mr. Ken. And it's far from over. You made fun of my friend....got any more jokes now?" Another fist landed on my jaw. 

"I--I..."

"Just lay there, Ken. Be quiet until I decide how to make you pay for the tips you stole from me."

Shit. I'd meant to put those bills back once we were friendly again, but I had a concussion and a possibly broken jaw to think about. I could hear him undressing. 

"Can you move? Take your clothes off, smart ass."

I attempted to sit up and he kicked me in the ribs. I groaned and was back down. Helpless. "Never mind. I'll do it for you now that you're almost helpless. Almost." And then another kick landed into the other side of my rib cage. It was hard to breathe as it was and my brain probably needed oxygen badly. 

He stripped off all the clothes off my immobile body. "He's going to kill me," I thought. Or maybe I said it aloud. My mind was trying so hard to reassemble itself. Then Aaron did a weird thing. He turned all of the office lights on. I guess he did it to hurt my eyes and make me hurt more. That wasn't it. "Open your eyes, Dickless." I tried. He held his bare ankle up in front of my face. 

"See that, Ken?"

See what? Once I focused a little, I saw a purple bruise on the side of his foot. It was a bruise, but it also was raised like a burn or a scar.

"Make a joke! Now!"

I tried to speak but couldn't. It was his AIDS that he was showing me. I already knew. 

"Poor little Ken. I think one of my toenails caused a cut on your side. I don't trim them very often because I'm so busy TRYING TO STAY ALIVE!!"

If he wanted to kill me, I wish he would just do it. I felt as good as dead anyway and just wanted the pain gone.

"Here. Smell this." He placed one of his giant feet right on my face. "Take a good long whiff, you fuckin' asshole. Good. Now kiss it. Kiss the bottom of my foot." He seemed to really like this because the violence stopped. I kissed both soles over and over again. 

"Jimmy told me you were a big fan of rubbers. Don't have to worry about that now...there's not a Trojan within a mile of here. Dumbass."

I needed a doctor, a hospital.

"I'd piss all over you, but I don't want to stink up my boss's carpet. Open your mouth. You're going to take it right from the spout. Spill any of it, and I'll break all your teeth out."

He straddled my face and put his heavy dick in my mouth. A half-second later I felt his stream of urine hit my throat like a water hammer. I swallowed and swallowed. If I could tell you what i tasted Like I would. But it all went straight down my pipe. He must have really had to go because I couldn't keep up. A little bit leaked out from my lips and some of it went on the floor. Shit. Goodbye teeth. 

I didn't do so bad because all I got was one of his wide open palms striking me directly in the mouth. I'd miss my two front teeth. They were loose and blood was now filling my mouth. 

"Moron. What did I tell you? I should shoot a load right onto your bloody gums and get this over with. But there are other plans in the works. 

Whatever. I was losing life. My body was retreating in defeat and I knew I was done for. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass now. I should fist you or stick my foot up there, but that'd still leave me with full balls.'

Whatever. I didn't care any more. He put my shirt and jeans beneath my butt. Why? I was about to find out. He splayed my legs open and put his famous penis into my hole. Not gently. He just plowed right in and started bucking his hips. Yes, it hurt...but my whole being was in pain. 

"You talk and talk and make jokes. You're smart, Kenny. but you couldn't outsmart your way out of this. You've got my poz dick in your ass and no way to stop me from cumming. Let me enjoy this...for a few...for a few...more...AHHHH!!!" He climaxed. Darkness.

"Wake up!" 

He was already dressed and so was I. Somehow. I had blood all over me. I had a headache from hell and my whole body had its own headache. 

"Can you walk, Ken?"

I made an attempt. Nope. I was too busy dying.

He lifted me up and helped me walk out. We got near Shaynee Street and stopped. "This is a pretty busy street...somebody will pick you up. Maybe a cop. So now I have I have to leave town again. For a virgin fuck, you weren't even that good."

He drug me into the shadows of some  flowering bushes and started beating the shit out of me again. And then he was gone. I could feel so many parts of me bleed. My head was pounding like a bass drum in a marching band. Shaynee Street. There was a hospital close. I could probably crawl there. So I tried worming my way up out of the shadows. Tried. 

I woke up in a dim, white room in a comfortable bed. I had a plastic mask over my nose and mouth and an IV in my arm. My parents were there and a nurse and two cops. I was gong to live! But live with the results of my stupid mouth. Jimmy sent flowers.

 

 

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[Detchiller]

Kinda speechless there. Different direction from some of your other stories. Always admire your creativity.

[Toon]

I meant to preface this story with a warning. I don't advocate violence against anyone. 

I sometimes start stories without knowing how they'll end. This one got very graphic as I typed. Just because I have sick fantasies, doesn't mean I'd wish anyone else to hurt or be hurt.

[drscorpio]

2 hours ago, Toon said:

I meant to preface this story with a warning. I don't advocate violence against anyone. 

I sometimes start stories without knowing how they'll end. This one got very graphic as I typed. Just because I have sick fantasies, doesn't mean I'd wish anyone else to hurt or be hurt.

I will add the warning for you.