A Small Price To Pay | By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Jordan had summoned him several times over the past few months and as before when Jarrod entered the seedy hotel room, the rail baron was sitting at the small table, sipping liquor and making notes.
“Right on time.” Jordan put down the pencil. “Strip.”
There was no reason not to do as he was told; the fact that he didn’t want to had no bearing in that room. As soon as he entered he belonged to Jordan; by his own agreement he surrendered all his dignity and became Jordan’s whore rather than his own man.
So Jarrod took off his clothes, set them neatly on a chair and stood naked while he waited for Jordan to tell him what to do next.
“I’ve still got some work to do,” Jordan said, “so get under the table and suck me off while I finish.”
Jarrod gulped uncomfortably. He hated taking Jordan’s cock in his mouth; the taste of that thick organ and the fluid Jordan forced him to swallow only made him want to vomit.
But he crawled under the table and unfastened Jordan’s trousers anyway. Jordan’s cock was standing fully erect and Jarrod took a deep breath before put his lips around it. Slowly, he started to suck on the crown, but Jordan’s hand came down hard on the back of his head and forced it all the way down. Jarrod tried but he couldn’t help gagging as the thick shaft slid into his throat.
“That’s it,” Jordan told him, grabbing Jarrod’s hair painfully and pulling his head up before forcing it back down to hold it tight to his groin. Jarrod’s eyes started to water and he started choking; saliva dribbled out of the corner of his mouth when Jordan pulled him up and Jarrod barely had time for a small breath before his head was shoved down again. This time Jordan held him there longer, making small thrusts and it took all Jarrod had not to struggle as his vision sparkled from lack of air. “Fuck, I love choking you on it,” Jordan muttered.
Jarrod gasped for air when Jordan pulled him off his cock, but the respite was short lived. Jordan pushed him down on the floor, pinned Jarrod’s arms down with his knees and held his hips as he straddled his head. Then his body came down and Jordan started fucking Jarrod’s throat in earnest. Jarrod couldn’t even choke, Jordan’s cock was shoved in so far, and he almost blacked out. He wasn’t sure how long it went on before Jordan pulled out and held his cock steady as his seed shot out to mix with the saliva and tears covering Jarrod’s face.
Jordan got off him and kicked him hard in the ribs. “Get up,” he ordered. Jarrod tried but was only able to roll over and make it to his hands and knees. “Well, if you can’t walk,” Jordan’s voice was laced with scorn, “crawl over to the bed and bend over the bench. You deserve to be on your knees.”
Jarrod shakily crawled over and bent over the bench at the end of the bed like he was told. Jordan immediately looped ropes around his knees and fastened them, splayed, to the sides and tied his hands behind his back. Jordan swiped something slick between his buttocks and then left him. Jarrod could hear the scratching of the pencil as he returned to his paperwork.
Jarrod wasn’t sure how long he was there and the cramps in his back and legs grew unbearable. But that was all forgotten when he heard a knock on the door and the scrape of Jordan’s chair as he got up to answer it.
“Come on in, make yourself at home.”
“I certainly will,” a deep voice answered. Jarrod’s humiliation grew, knowing he was tied there bare-assed with a stranger looking on. He started to suspect what was going to happen, but refused to believe it until his buttocks were caressed and pinched roughly. “You weren’t exaggerating what a fine ass you’d have waiting,” the voice said. “He looks so inviting, it’s like he’s presenting himself like a randy mare in heat.”
“Be my guest,” Jordan replied and Jarrod bit his lip to keep from whimpering when he was breached by a thick cock.
“Fuck, he’s nice and tight,” the other man commented as he thrust viciously into Jarrod’s ass. “He is one sweet ride.” His fingers dug into Jarrod’s hips and it wasn’t long before he grunted and shuddered in his climax. To his shame, Jarrod’s cock swelled in response just like before, and he was further humiliated when the other man noticed. “I see our little whore likes it too, I see.”
“Oh, he’s a slut, all right,” Jordan agreed. “But he can wait for our other guests.”
Jarrod cringed. Not only was he Jordan’s whore, now he was being forced to service the man’s associates as well. He heard Jordan greet three more arrivals and closed his eyes tightly as each of them took a turn, none of them gently. His ass was throbbing when the first man pushed his way inside again and this time a hand grabbed his cock. “I think our little mare deserves some fun too,” he said as he fucked and stroked Jarrod roughly and Jarrod almost cried when his body betrayed him and his seed splattered on the floor.
Then, to make matters worse, his head was pulled up and he saw a large cock in front of his face. “Wrap those sweet lips around me, bitch, so I can cum down your throat.” He caught a glance of the man leering down at him, then his vision was obscured as the cock was shoved down his throat and he was fucked from both ends at the same time.
Jarrod had no idea how long it went on. Every man took multiple turns in his ass and his mouth, sometimes slapping and pinching him as well, and all of them called him the filthiest names he could think of. Jarrod lost count of how many times they made him cum in their hands against his will and his balls and penis throbbed with the rough treatment. But eventually he was left alone. He heard the door, heard Jordan bid farewell to his associates and then his hands and legs were finally untied.
“I think you were born to be a whore.”
Jarrod pushed himself slowly to his knees and shuddered at Jordan's malicious expression. The man didn't say a word to him as he gathered his papers, tucked them in a folder and left the room.
Jarrod barely managed to make it to the washbasin. He took handfuls of water and swished and spit, trying to get some of the foul taste out of his mouth before cleaning himself the best he could. Legs trembling badly, he wasn't sure if he could make it out of the room and down the stairs so he crawled onto the bed and wrapped himself tightly in the stained blanket. The pain and exhaustion conspired together and he eventually passed out.
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