The Bill Collector ----------------------- Author: Phaedrus Comments: aytouns@hotmail.com
Why didn't it surprise me to see the run-down office building? It's exterior about ten years past needing a paint job, window shutters tilted or not in place at all, cheap neon signs hanging in the windows.
"Typical" I thought. "This cheapskate doesn't put a dime into anything but his own pocket".
The only car parked outside had me counting the number of accidents it had endured and wondering where all the auto body shops must have run to. Perhaps the heap couldn't make the distance anymore.
I already dreaded having to meet this scumbag, but unfortunately some aspects of doing business were unavoidable and unpleasant. This guy had forced my hand by simply refusing to pay his far too large and way too overdue bill.
Impressions didn't improve upon entering the main office where its complete disarray and the stench of too many cigarettes where the first things to hit my senses. The owner must have taken that phrase "I must get organazized" literally because this office looked about as well put together.
"Hello....." I called into the empty space.
"Great" I quickly thought to myself. "The son-of-a-bitch has dogged me". Never wanting to meet the asshole in the first place, now it appeared as if he'd bullshitted me again and I was pissed.
I stepped forward to what could be presumed to a receptionist's desk and while preparing to write a scathing note to the resident bastard, I heard the creak of furniture coming from an open door to my left.
"Hello...?" I called again, slowly walking towards the sound and through the door into a smaller office. My entrance must have been unexpected because it elicited a startled reaction from a man seated behind a ratty wooden desk. Surprised by me, he was hurriedly tossing things around and into drawers and pulling himself forward under the desk.
"Robert...?" I asked after he'd composed himself.
"Yeah...." He said gruffly, clearing his throat. "Who are you?"
"It's me...the guy you keep telling the check is in the mail to" I said while approaching the side of the desk and towering over him. "I though it about time to finally collect my money and it's been proven you can't lick a stamp."
A quick scan of the guy's desk revealed it was a complete shambles. In fact, I figured that just about everything about this guy was probably screwed. How he'd talked me into giving him so much credit is an embarrassing wonderment to me. He was a smallish, disheveled, nasty looking little cuss and I'd just as soon he kept his mouth shut, hand me my check and let me leave as soon as possible.
"The money.....the money....yes...that" he begins musing, elbows planted on the desk fists interlocking and coming to his mouth. Facing forward and not looking at me, he certainly seemed uncomfortable by my prescence.
In complete control, I continue to dictate the action. "Yes, that....you know, the money you've been lying to me about for the past two months!"
Standing over his messy desk, my eye is drawn to a magazine that protrudes from a half closed drawer. Nothing remarkable about that, but what was disconcerting was the display it made of a well muscled man sporting a thick, stiff hardon.
Trying to "stay on message", I continued aggressively....
"I don't think I've ever done business with someone as low-down as yourself. Is lying continually the way with you?" My voice and facial expressions carry out the plan well, but my mind and eyes are on the picture and my cock is swelling....filling my tight underwear.
My thought pattern's scattered now and when I realize that I've probably caught him jerking with the magazine, my cock stiffens completely and starts throbbing from the kinkiness of it.
His head spins quickly as he spits back at me "It was your fuck ups that caused all the problems", and he catches me while my attention is squarely on the magazine.
"Ahhhhh.....yeah right..." I counter weakly. Taken off my game now, my eyes transfer from the picture too slowly and I realize he's caught me red handed ogling that beautiful cock.
There is an extended silence between us....too long a silence...as we stare at each other. My heart had been pumping because of my aggressive distaste for the man, but now it was pounding because of the uniquely embarrassing and exciting situation.
I'm totally frozen in place.
I feel my inner thoughts exposed, captured and held hostage by the nasty little man. My bravado is dissipating quickly and although totally unlike me, I'm actually enjoying physical and emotional reactions to acceptance of the situation. I'm embarrassed, but strangely excited that he's caught me. A sense of submissivness flows over me and I'm surprised and further excited by my ready acceptance of it.
I let him make the next move....I want him to make the next move.
Through the stretched silence, I can hear my shortened breath being forced through my nose as I watch the little cuss inspect me closely, his eyes trailing over my body slowly...stopping and staring at the pounding bulge in my pants. My hardon seems to pulse just a bit harder knowing that he can tell my condition. Did I actually stand a bit straighter?
Murming to himself now, he slowly starts turning his chair away from the desk to face me. He's saying lowly "come in here to give me all kinds of shit did you...."?
I'm suddenly tremendously excited by being weak to this weakling. An image flashes across my mind that confuses, yet excites me more: I'm standing before him....naked....my stiff cock straining up and away from my body....reaching out to him...an offering.
Enjoying this unknown and overpowering excitement, I feel...or want to feel...powerless to resist.
And I don't resist.
The tables have been turned completely and I'm willingly sliding down a slippery slope. My entire body seems heavier from this blessed weakness...conspiring to make me incapable of moving...captive to this circling shark that every sense within me now seems to hope will devour me.
With a deep swallow, I take the first step in this dance and officially surrender....by placing a heavy hand next to my bulging crotch and highlighting my excitement to him. No more pretenses, no more confused intentions. I'm breathing heavily and staring at him, some urges from deep within me controlling my actions...and inactions.
I feel completely powerless....and I'm loving it! His eyes are burning into me, measuring my lack of resolve and as his chair completes it's turn, my stomach muscles tighten reflexively when I see his small stiff cock extending up from his opened trousers. My eyes are immediately fixed on him and I squeeze my crotch.....to thank him?
I feel a rush of precum flows from me when I do this and my mouth is watering for this detestable man's cock. He completely controls me now....he knows it...and I'm mesmerized by the thought! I've become the fly to this spider and I'm loving the web that holds me securely.
I hardly even hear it, but my knees bend automatically as the last word crosses this thin little lips...
"What do you want more now asshole"? "Your check...or my cock"?
My lips wrap around him in seconds, Licking him, loving him, needing him with a fury. Driven by a passion the likes of which I'd never felt before. Impassioned by my on subservience, I'm soaking my own shorts. I'd never before wanted to be dominated sexually -- by man or woman -- but this was a new found opiate that I didn't quite understand but could no longer live without!
My breath is short and forced as my mouth stays clamped shut over the only thing that exists for me...his warm, stiff cock. My tongue strokes each and every crease and bump of it, sucking and rimming his dickhead with deliberate slowness. Inhaling his scent in deep gulps, fueling the fog of abandon I'm lost in.
"Mmmmmm....mmmmmm...mmmmmmmmm...." I was moaning with each strong pull on his rod.
Moments ago he was a detested enemy, now my entire mind and body accepted him completely as my superior...my Master...worthy of nothing less than my devotion. The smooth taste of his precum has me slurping and sucking harder....needing more....needing to please him more. Every twitch of his excited cock receives a rewarding increase in tongue action.
It is such a release! My whole body is tingling from my pure devoted servitude!
"Give it....." I say in a breathless pause...."please...Sir..." I grab my own crotch and my cock explodes like a bomb, pumping cum into my shorts with violent and sharp convulsions. "MMMMMMM..." I'm almost crying as I continue to suck down on him...harder and harder. The experience, embarrassment and freedom of shooting my load this way actually empowers me and I want to please him further as thanks. My weak mind surrenders to thoughts of releasing my bowels and within seconds I'm intoxicated by the sensations of a large turd purposefully being compressed over my prostate when my Master cuts my tribute off.
"Stop you cock sucking bitch" he yells "and get on your knees"
Totally compliant, I turn slowly and face away from him as instructed. My submissive fog is so great that my whole body and being seems to move in slow motion.
"I'm yours...Sir" I whisper to myself as he hurriedly works my belt, pulling my trousers and briefs down and exposing my ample ass. I show him my eagerness to service his cock by straightenting my back and raising my ass high, but he has other needs of me right now and with a sharp shudder, my ass absorbs a hard blow from his open palm....SMACK!
"Ahhhhh....." I wince from the sharp and surprised pleasurepain.
"You fat assed cock sucker, you think I give a shit about your bill"? My ass recoils from another delicious blow....SMACK!...."this is the only payment you'll get from me!"
"Owwwwwmmmmm...." my ass stings from another whip-like stroke and I'm actually panting as I lay my head on the floor, making my scorched but relaxed ass more accessible to him. "You're right Sir...spank me good ......."
Obliging my wish, I'm scalded with a series of hard shots, the delicious sensations of which cause me to forgetfully release that turd and before I realize it, it pops out and lands on the floor!
"You dirty bitch"! He's enraged! "Look what you've done to my office"!!!
If I'd have known the furious spanking he would now inflict on me, I may have done it sooner! My asscheeks must have looked like mounds of cherry jello as he was peppering them wildly and yelling obscenities. It certainly felt as delicious!
My eyes were closed and I was gasping for breath during his onslaught, the sweet sensations of which were felt at the very core or me. I could feel flames rising up from my ass when he stopped...."MMMMMM thank you Master"! I gasped to him.
With a hard swipe of my semi-hard cock, he took a handful of cum and began to lubricate my ass and crack. I melted at the cool smoothness of my cream as it was spread over my fiery ass. With a couple of good spits, he finished preparing me for my final service.
In a sweet whisper I call to him, "Fuck me good Sir...make me pay for my rudeness..." I live now only to please his tool with my tight hole....accept his cum dutifully....and I lick my lips at the thought of a hoped for treat at the end.
"You bill collector cunt...now you'll get paid the way you deserve" and with that he slides his cock up my relaxed and accepting hole.
"Ohhhh...yesssssssss..." I move my hips to get closer to him, wanting all of this small cock in me and his body to scratch and torment my still aching ass. Each submissible utterance I make heightens my pleasure and elicits more pumping from my Master. It's a delicious cycle of passion that has me delirious! Never had I felt so "one" with myself sexually. I was having it pounding into me who I truly was.
These thoughts and my Master's expert pumping have my cock hard again...as if confirming the new direction my life will take. My hole burns delightfully as it clenches around his small tool like a fist after each and every stroke inside me.
I know my true needs now....I've been shown my place....and that is on my knees.
His small cock continues to come out of my hole and he spanks me as punishment. "Get your fucking ass down bitch"! I'm torn between wanting his cock or his retribution, but comply obediently...hoping to enjoy more of both.
"Yes Sir....I'm sorry Sir" I coo to him.
Taking a firm hold of my hips, he raises himself up off his knees and begins the "end game" by mounting me from above and starting to pump down into my hole furiously!
"Ohhhhhhh..yesss....mmmmmmmm fuck me, fuck me gooood ahhhhhhh..." I'm pounding my ass back at him at each stroke, driving his cock as deeply into me as possible. My brain registering both the power of his cock and the ache of my sore asscheeks.
"Fuckin'ey"! he yells out as he rides he.
Sweat drips off his round belly and creates a pool in the small of my back. The sweet scent of my crap has wrapped around my nose, intoxicating me with visions of a creamy meal to come.
My eyes closed in rapture, "yess..yesss....yesssss...ahhhhhhh...." I utter breathlessly with each forceful stroke. I squeeze my balls hard and cause my cock to shoot out stiff and straight..a mixture of cum and precum oozes out slowly.
"Ahhhhhhhh....." my Master moans as he reaches the passion point. "OHHHHH....." and with his sweet release, he begins to pump my ass full.
"Ohhhh yes Sir...mmmmmm....thank you Sir"!
He finally completes his gift to me and pushes off me harshly, collapsing back into his chair. With as much speed as my emotionally and physically drained body can muster, I turn and quickly throw my mouth over his still twiching cock.
This act of sucking his cock...eagerly...happily...hungrily licking up the mixture of my crap and his cum is my greatest achievement. All the barriers have been broken now and I feel envigorated! Totally uninhibited and with total devotion and abandon, I was showing my Master what he had created.
I needed to show him this. I wanted to thank him for this.
I was now capable of the filthiest of acts. The nastier the better, the dirtier the more exciting!
If he was surprised by my actions, I didn't see it. My eyes and mind were closed while I savored the overpowering scent, bitterly smooth taste and downright depravity of the act I was performing on him.
I was finally free to do absolutely everything.
I was finally free to want to do anything.
I was completely whole.
I was a slave.