Different Kinds of Mouthful - (The Used Boy - Part Two)

Andy is in dire need of cash but doesn't want to go back to Mr. Torelli. He tries to sell his mouth on the streets, and things don't go well, as he ends up having to suck off a gang of thugs for free. After he's let go, Mr. Torelli appears, and Andy learns that the man has many ideas when it comes to punishment.

This work contains various kinks and fetishes, such as pissing, piss swallowing, oral gangbang, cum play, and others.

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Two months passed since Andy had been in Mr. Torelli’s office and made to swallow the man’s cum like a whore. The money had lasted for a while, but Andy hadn’t managed to find a job that paid a livable wage. It crossed his mind often to pay a visit to Mr. Torelli again, but he didn’t dare to. That time, he had been hard while humiliated and forced to gobble down the man’s spit and lick his shoes. He couldn’t see how he would live through something like that again.

Only the thought made his skin go all goosebumps. But no, he couldn’t admit to being a cocksucker.

Still, he had no money. However, he had a skill, sort of. Without going back to Mr. Torelli and let the guy humiliate him only because he was poor, he could do something. The thought was enough to put a spring in his step.

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The weather was getting a bit chilly, and his jacket was a joke. He pulled it close to his body and searched for cars with his eyes. He had seen that kind of thing in that area. Guys in cars with hardons pulled to the curb and offered whores money in exchange for a suck. He could do that.

A beat up car stopped near him. Andy dragged his feet to approach the window being rolled down. Whoever drove that clunker couldn’t pay much.

A man in his late sixties stared at him from the driver’s seat when he leaned over. Andy grimaced. The guy looked greasy and had shifty eyes.

“Looking for some fun?” Andy asked with half the mouth.

The man grinned. “I’ll give you ten bucks for that mouth on my dick. Fifteen if you swallow.”

Andy pulled back. “Piss off,” he said and went back to the sidewalk.

The man waited until Andy flipped the bird at him. The driver threw an insult and drove off.

That sucked. Maybe the hour was wrong, or there weren’t many guys interested in getting head from dudes.

“Hey,” someone shouted from his right.

He turned to see a group of five street thugs walking toward him. Fuck, that was bad. Without saying a word, he turned on his heels and started walking, faster and faster. He broke into a sprint as the sound of hurried steps followed him.

It was too late. Someone grabbed him from behind and pushed him to the ground. Then there was a bag pushed over his head, and he saw nothing. Even his shouts were muffled, and terror struck him.

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He was pushed into a chair and felt his hands pulled back and tied up. Then the bag was taken of, and he came face to face with a guy not much older than him with an ugly smirk on his face. He had a chiseled chin and dark eyes, and his hair was styled in cornrows.

“So, you thought you could start selling on my turf, bitch?”

Andy could feel the blood draining from his face. “I wasn’t doing anything,” he protested.

“No shit. My boys saw you shaking your tail around. Nobody does that on my turf, get it?”

Andy nodded eagerly. “Got it. Sure. I’ll know better next time. I won’t come here no more.”

“You bet your ass you won’t. Now tell me and don’t lie. What were you doing out there?”

Andy looked around. The other guys were just as young, and they were all looking at him with smirks on their faces. They wore expensive tracksuits and looked like gym rats.

“Hey, I’m here,” the first guy said.

Andy looked at him. If he said the truth, the guy would wreck him. If he lied, he would do the same, or maybe worse. “I was trying to make some money,” he mumbled. “You know how it is.” He looked away, but the guy caught his chin and forced their eyes to meet.

“How?”

“How what?”

“Don’t play dumb. And you won’t get out of here the way you walked in, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then just beat me up already and let me be,” Andy said, finding some courage to push those words through his mouth.

The other guys laughed. Their leader only smiled. “I’m asking you one last time. How did you want to make money?”

“By sucking cock,” Andy said with bravado while staring back.

Hooting and laughter followed.

The guy leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms. “Guys, we have a cocksucker right here. Man, it sure brings back memories.” He shook his head.

Andy didn’t care to find out more. He just wanted to get a beating and be allowed to leave. That kind of pressure was making him break into a cold sweat.

“Should we do him like we did that guy when we were in the slammer?” he asked.

Slammer? These guys had done time? Andy began to tremble slightly. There was a chance he wouldn’t get out alive.

“Yeah,” the other encouraged their leader. “Let’s make him choke!”

Andy began to thrash, trying to get his hands free. The gang leader stood and grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Easy,” he said with a broad grin. “You were out there, looking for a cock to suck. Now, you get five.”

Andy stopped and looked at the guy, not believing his ears. “I’m not a cocksucker,” he mumbled. “I was just trying to make some cash.”

“Well,” the guy stood and unbuckled his baggy pants, “tough luck. You’re going to suck our cocks like the good little bitch you are.”

Andy wanted to protest some more, but the guy shoved his cock in his face. He had no other choice but to open his mouth and let it get filled with manmeat. The thing was thick and uncut, and Andy gagged at first.

“Oh, yeah,” the thug said while grabbing his head with both hands and starting to slam his cock down Andy’s throat.

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