A tough lesson

I was sitting alone at the cafe, not really doing much but kind of projecting a readiness that was picked up by a couple of guys across from me. They were staring at me, and it kind of made me uncomfortable, but in truth I was actually enjoying the attention. I identified as straight, but I had been a little curious about men lately, and they must have somehow picked up on this, because they were both staring at me intently. They whispered something to each other, and the next thing you know, they both got up and sat next me. They were both pretty big guys, probably in their forties. Nothing special to look at.

"Mind if we join you?" The bigger of the two asked. I was a little surprised, I was just grabbing an iced coffee before going home and hadn't been expecting any kind of attention. particularly not this kind of attention
"Um, I guess." I replied not really making eye contact, but feeling a warmth in my pants. Forcing. I'd just come from the gym and was in pretty good shape, feeling good about it. I felt attractive in a way that I wasn't used to. Wanted.
"You looked a little lonely. thought you might want some company." the other said, brushing his leg slightly against my arm. I smiled politely hardly daring to look up.

They were both staring me down pretty hard, and I felt fear and excitement in equal measures. "Listen, don't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, but Dean and I were curious." The bigger man said. "We were wondering if you were looking for some company." He stopped and waited for me to look up, which I did cautiously. The big man assessed my expression, smiled slightly and continued. The warmth in my pants was growing stronger, and was fast turning into a longing. "I'm Harry, and this is Dean. What's your name?"

"Jim." I replied shyly.

"Well Jim. This might seem a little forward, but Dean and I saw you sitting alone over here and thought we might come and say hi. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I gotta say. You are something special boy." I shivered slightly, feeling slightly outside of my body. He continued. "We're in town for a couple of days and we were wondering if you might want to join us for a drink?" The out of body feeling escalated. In truth I'd fantasized about just such a moment, but the actual experience of it was terrifying.
I was speechless. I tried to speak, but stuttered uncontrollably. "Uh, I, I ca.., I mean I don't…" Harry put his hand on my shoulder smiling, but it didn't feel that friendly.

Dean put his muscular arms down firmly on the table, tattoos visible up his sleeve. He wasn't smiling anymore, and glared at me directly in the eyes. "I'm going to make this simple for you kid. We're not asking. You understand? Here's what's going to happen. Harry here is going to get up and go to the bathroom. We're going to sit here for a minute, and then you're going to go in there after him. Do you understand?" There was a threatening tone to his voice that certainly hadn't been there before. The fear solidified in my belly, but my cock was hard as a rock.

With that Harry got up and walked inside the coffee shop without looking back. Dean stared at me intently, and under the table grasped my thigh tightly. I froze. We sat like that for what seemed like ages before he finally let go. "Now Jim. Go. Let's see what you're made of." he said. In a daze I obeyed and walked absently through to the back and tested the door. It wasn't locked.

What was I doing. I looked back, and could see Dean staring at me through the glass. I couldn't do it. I couldn't go through with it, but before I had the good sense to run, the door opened and Dean's strong arm grabbed me. I looked around in a panic, but noone had seemed to noticed, and out of options I was pulled meekly into the toilet.

"Lock the door." he said, and I did. "Good, now sit down on the toilet." There was piss all over the seat, and the lid was up. I went to lower it, but he pushed me against the wall. "Leave it." he commanded. I did, and sat down carefully looking up at him terrified. "That's good whore. From now on you answer to whore do you understand?" I didn't reply. He grabbed me forcefully by the throat, blocking my breathing. "I said do you understand me whore?" I nodded franticly but he didn't let go. Instead he smacked me across the jaw, hard, but not hard enough to leave a mark. "Now listen to me and listen good. You are a useless cock eating whore. That is all you're good for. Right?"

My eyes were bulging, and I was gagging for air. "Right!" he said forcefully and slapped me again. I nodded, bulging eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

"Good." he said and released his grip, I coughed and wheezed as I desperately filled my lungs once more. "Now take off your clothes whore." I looked at him, and he raised his hand once more. I quickly stood and began to undo my belt. The arm came at me again. Harder this time, a sharp pain knocking me back down to the toilet. "Did I tell you you could stand up?" he asked with exaggerated surprise. I sat back down, and began to lift my shirt up over my head. He watched intently, as I exposed my body to him, dropping it on the floor in front of me. Then I finished undoing my belt and carefully removed my pants and underwear while still sitting on the toilet. I'd totally forgotten about my shoes, and looked up at him again as if to ask if I needed to take them off too. One glance was all it took and I instantly lowered my gaze and dutifully took of my shoes and socks before finally removing my pants.

He leaned over and grabbed my pants, pulling out my wallet, and putting it into his back pocket. "You won't be needing this for a while, so what you say I just hold onto it for you?"
I was sitting totally exposed before this beast of a man. Naked and terrified. I didn't know what else to say, so I replied "Yes."
He slapped me again in the ear this time. "Yes what whore?"

"Yes, sir. Yes sir, please take it." I managed. I covered myself feeling waves of shame flood over me.
"Good. From now on, that's what you call us." He grabbed me by the jaw again and pulled me up standing, holding my head close to his. He waited.
"Y, Yes sir." I said, and he dropped me back down onto the toilet.

"I'm only going to tell you this once, so you'd better be a fast learner whore." He glared down at me, he could do anything he wanted and I was feeling more and more distant from the whole experience. He seemed to notice this, so he shook me hard. "Are you listening whore?"
"Yes, yes sir I'm listening." I replied quickly. Going over in my head any way to get out of this situation.
"Anything that we do to you is because you deserve it. You are going to get what you deserve. Do you understand?"
"Y-Y-yes s-sir." I was sobbing now.

He paid this no notice, but continued "You know that this is true. Correct?"
I nodded, and the hand came down again. "Yes, Yes I know that I deserve it sir." I managed between sobs.
"Whatever we do to you, you had damn well better say Thank you." With this he snorted, and spat in my face, the saliva mixing with my tears and flowing into my mouth. I continued to sob, but looked up and saw him raise his hand once more. "Thank you sir. Thank you." I said quickly, and he nodded.

There was a knock at the door, and I looked at him in horror. He paid no notice but continued. "This is good, whore. We're off to a good start. You make me happy. It's good for you when I'm happy, isn't it whore?" He smiled warmly at me, and all of the fear vanished for a second, replaced by a deep feeling of satisfaction. A hint of a smile must have crossed my lips, because he hit me again. It felt like there must be blood coming from my ears, but a quick check revealed nothing. There was another knock at the door.
"I'll be out in a minute." called Harry loudly. He stared at me, with his arm raised.
"Th-thank you s-sir." I managed through the tears.

"Okay slave. I want you to clean up this toilet for that lady waiting. It had better be sparkling, because I'm going to be watching you." He leaned over and whispered this into my throbbing ear. I felt nauseous, and was about to reach for some toilet paper but thought better. Instead I lowered myself to my knees turned to face the toilet. I grasped my hands to the side of the toilet to balance myself. "Hands behind your back!" He commanded. "And don't forget the inside, understand?"

"Yes sir." I replied, and clasped my hands behind me and began to lick the exposed toilet, reluctantly at first, but thinking the better of it I put more effort into it, moving my head back and forth with long strokes. I kept this up intently for about thirty seconds, dipping my head into the inside of the bowl, my hair wet with water and urine. Once I finally dared to turn around I found to my shock, that he was gone. To my horror the door to the toilet was wide open. There was an attractive young woman standing like a statue, staring at me in all of my shame.
I looked from her eyes to the pile of clothes behind her. She was white as a sheet, and didn't seem to see them there, so I got up and had to push past her and out into the view of the entire cafe to get them. I didn't look to see who had seen me, but rushed past her and back into the toilet and locked the door behind me.

If i've ever wanted to die it was that moment. I played over in my head the shame of walking out of there. I hoped to hell that no one would remember my face. I pulled on my clothes, and noticed absently that my shoes and underwear were missing. I scarcely cared. i just wanted to get out of there. I pulled what I had on franticly and was about to walk out when it struck me. They would be waiting. I'd have to face them, and in truth, I doubted that I'd be able to run away. There was a bond that was there, and as much as it made me retch and vomit, I could not deny the power that Harry had over me.

I washed my face in the sink, and did my best to compose myself, and then with a brave face opened the door and stepped out into the open of the cafe. The girl was still white as a sheet, and was talking to the girl behind the counter who i recognized. My eyes immediately made contact with Dean who was seated just by the door. There was no sign of Harry, and the patron had obviously not made the connection between the two.

Head held high and shoeless, I walked straight out of the doors, ignoring the questions and concerns from the girls, and the cold stare from Dean. A soon as I got out of the cafe, a cab pulled up. Dean exited right behind me. "Get in." He said grabbing my elbow.

And almost completely devoid of any protest I did. "Yes sir." I said meekly as I sat down beside Harry, who did not move at all. Dean pushed in behind him, taking up the rest of the space of the seat, sandwiching me between the two men. "Holiday Inn." Dean said to the driver, and he pulled away, taking me away to what seemed was likely my end.

*** Chapter Two

No one said anything for the first couple of minutes. I sat there going over in my head how this was likely to end up. It always seemed to be me in a dumpster, usually dead. I could have said something to the cab driver. But the words just wouldn't come to my mouth. the presence of Harry beside me had me feeling like a statue, stuck within my own body, helpless to do anything to change what was happening around me.
"I think we'll have to be tough on this one Dean." Said Harry almost sadly. "She likes it too much. Smiling like a painted whore she was."
"I figured as much." the other man replied. "I could see it in her smug little bitch eyes the moment we sat down."

"Shit. So much for an easy one." Harry replied sadly.
"Well. There's nothing for it." said Dean. "No time like the present."

They were speaking loudly enough, but the cab driver seemed to be taking no notice at all of their words. It seemed surprising to me, but it was actually a relief that he was ignoring us. It made it seem like it wasn't happening. Like they were talking about someone else. Anyone but me.
"Look at me whore." Dean commanded. I did. "Is that true that you want it too much? And don't you dare lie to me."
"Yes sir. I want it too much." I replied, and as I said the words I felt myself meaning it.
"Yeah, she's going to be some work." Dean said reluctantly. "Take of the clothes."

"Yes sir." I said and pulled my shirt off over my head. As I did so, my cock hardened up. I could see the cab driver stare back curiously. A glare from Dean and he did nothing though, continuing to drive as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. My erect cock pulled against my pants bouncing exaggeratedly as I slid them off. I felt an odd sense of relief, safe amidst the storm. Harry shook his head and slapped my hard cock hard, sending a sharp pain up my spine.
"Thank you sir." I managed despite the pain.

He shook his head. "See! She thinks she's the belle of the ball. She just doesn't get it."
Dean held his hands to his head. "Shit. I thought we had something here." He stayed there for a moment and then lowered his hands. "Cabbie, pull over here."
The cab indicated and pulled to the side of the road. Harry threw my clothes uncerimonisly out of the window, and turned to look at me. "Get out kid. Ride's over." I felt as if he had torn out my lungs. I couldn't breath. I felt shock that as it sunk in quickly morphed into disappointment. I looked desperately at Harry, pleadingly I guess.
"But sir?" was all I managed.
"That's it. Out, and don't call me sir." I deflated, literally, and dared to look into his eyes. There was none of the intensity from moments ago, instead their was a look of indifference. He opened the door and got out, giving me space to exit as well. I stepped out lightly, and back looked back to Harry.

"But," I started. The door slammed in my face, and Harry turned away. the cab pulled back into traffic and I watched helplessly as it disappeared, turning down the next corner. It must have been at least a minute before I came back to myself and realized that I was I was completely naked. My cock was limp and my clothes were strewn on the sidewalk before me. I took a second, and breathed deeply before bending down on my hands and knees to collect them. Having collected them it didn't even occur to me to put them on immediately.

"Are you going to put those on faggot, or am i going to have to grind your head against the pavement. I looked up and saw a guy, mid 30's in a suit staring at me from a crowd that had gathered. I nodded absently and reached for my pants. Before I had the chance, he took a shot, and knocked me in the jaw, sending me back down to the pavement. I did nothing, I lay there and watched as he wound up again, but before he had the chance a car pulled up beside me. The horn honked, and the door swung open. Harry got out and with one punch sent the guy down. He recovered and bolted.

He held the door open and nodded for me to get in. I felt a rush of gratitude, love even. I reached down for my clothes but he stamped his foot down on my hand stopping me. "You won't be needing those where you're going."
"Yes sir." I said meekly and stepped carefully into the vehicle. Harry got in after me, but before he closed the door, he dispersed the crowd that had gathered with one stare. He then sat back down beside me and looked at me hard. "I hope you learned something whore. This is not for your benefit. Do you understand me?"

As high as i'd been seconds before I was devasted by this scolding. "Yes sir." I managed, close to tears again.

"I still think you are a waste of time. Understand whore? Dean here is the one that wanted to turn back. You are his project now. You will get nothing but contempt from me. Don't dare look for more." He looked me up and down, disgusted. "I don't want to see those eyes again."
I looked down instantly. "Yes sir. Thank you sir."

The cab driver, who had been going along with things so far, decided that enough is enough. "Listen, I don't know what your game is. All I know is I've been driving a cab for seven years and i've never seen anything like this shit. I've got the cops on speed dial. All I need to do is press the button."

Dean, looked at me, and back to the driver. He looked at me again. I caught on. "I'm fine sir, this is completely consensual." I looked back at Dean. He nodded. the cabbie didn't seem convinced.
"I've had enough off this shit. Listen kid, either you put some clothes on or I kick the three of you out." I stammered, but Harry tossed my underwear onto my lap, and I dutifully pulled it back on. "That still doesn't make any of this less fucked up, but the sooner I get you freaks out of my cab the better." With that he screeched off from the lights and into the traffic.

Dean leaned into my ear which still hurt and whispered "We don't like what we're seeing from you whore. Do you know why we left you back there?"
"No sir." I replied.

He tapped at my cock, which was limp and hidden back in my black underwear. "If you can't learn to keep that down then we are finished. Do you understand me?"
I almost couldn't believe what I heard, I wanted to ask him why. They wanted me to be their slave that much was clear, but how could I possibly control whether I enjoyed it or not. Dean must of seen the confusion on my face, and grabbed my balls like a vice. Held them tight until it felt like they would surely pop. "If you have trouble understanding we can part ways right now."

My face contorting, lips tight I nodded. "Yes sir. I understand."
"What! Do you understand?" He continued, tightening his grip even tighter.
"My pleasure is of no concern sir. I am useless" I managed, grasping at straws.
"No! You have one use and one use only. To become whatever I ask you."
"Yes sir! Whatever you ask. Anything sir, I exist for this purpose."

He released me finally. "Good."
The cab was pulling into the hotel. The cab driver looked back disapprovingly.
"Put this on whore." Dean said and threw a pink collar with hearts on it at his feet.
"Yes sir."I dutifully leaned over, and pulled it around my neck. Dean tossed a cylinder at his feet and indicated it with his eyes. "Yes sir." I said once more and leaned between his feet again. This time he held me down and I could feel him clip on a leash. It was dark, but I found the lipstick and held it until he pulled me back up.

"Put it on. Nice like." I did my best, not having any experience, and having seen girlfriends do it in the past did as I remembered, carefully tracing the stick over my top lips and puckering the rest onto my lower. I looked at Dean for approval. He smacked me hard.
"Thank you sir." I whimpered.
"That's it, I'm calling the cops." Interupted the cabbie, but Harry opened my wallet and pulled $100 and tossed it into the passenger seat.

"No trouble see?" He smiled. The cabbie took the money reluctantly, and Harry opened the door and stepped out. He then pulled violently on the leash causing me to come crashing onto my back on the pavement. I started to stand up, but Harry spat with pure disdain "You stay on the ground whore and crawl in like the stupid fucking whore bitch that you are. If I see even a hint of any of your shit I'm cutting you loose and you can crawl your slut ass all the way back to," He paused and opened up my wallet, pulling out my driver's licence. "To 2817 North Newbrook Avenue." He put the wallet back in his jeans and tugged at the leash, pulling me along on my hands and knees through the sliding doors and into the lobby. Not that I cared, but the entire room seemed to stop and focus on me as I contemplated my long crawl to the elevators. He looked down at me, and I immediately looked away averting his eyes. "If you start liking this again whore." he whispered and shook his head. "Well I can't say I'll be responsible for what happens to you.”