Love For Sale

My head was pressed against the Peter’s car window. My face was stained with tears. After Cole had dumped me, I cried for half the car ride. Peter tried to cheer me up the best he could, but it was no use, I lost a very important person. I couldn’t help feeling shitty for what I’ve done, and I couldn’t think of a way to fix it. I let out a long sigh and stared out from the side window to the front. We were traveling down the same road Cole and I drove up on, but this time I wasn’t heading back to where I departed from this morning. When Peter eased onto the off ramp to Seattle, I groaned as we were now heading north.

“I hope you will like my house.” Peter said, passing the time with conversation. “It will be much better than that bloody Cole’s house.”

“I don’t think your house will be any different then Cole’s.” I replied quietly so that Peter didn’t hear my remark. “I hope it is.” I told Peter instead, giving him a small smile. “Are we there yet?” I asked, giving Peter a childish question.

“We will be there shortly.” Peter laughed. I was surprised how short we were on the highway, and just as we got on, Peter turned off, and we followed the river up. Portland is divided into different districts. And from the looks of the buildings, we were in the Purl District; the newest one.

Since we were in the city, I knew that he would have an apartment. He gave me a reassuring smile , and he pulled into a garage. My heart raced when we entered the large covering, and I stepped out of the car when he pulled into his parking space. Peter came over and he kissed me. When he did, he wrapped an arm around my back and I felt uneasy. This was the first time that I had felt uneasy with a guy in a long time. Cole never made me feel uneasy when he touched me, and his touch was warm. Peter’s touch was just cold and not comforting at all. His touch made me miss Cole, and I wanted to get out of Peter’s arms. I pulled away from him so he wasn’t touching me, and I fell back. The garage had an elevator that was attached to it, and Peter pressed the button. The door opened for him right away, and we both stepped in. I felt my heart beating out of my chest when the doors closed, and Peter made his move. He pushed me up against the wall of the elevator, and I tensed up. I didn’t want to do anything right now after what happened, but Peter wanted to pick up where we left off. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed, but he pulled my hands away and lifted them up against my head. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled my head away, and he laid his lips against my neck.

Peter!” I gasped. He sucked on my neck like it was a piece of candy. “Stop.”

“Why should I?” Peter groaned, his mouth still latched onto my neck. “I paid you good money, I should at least get what I paid for.”

“I know. But there are cameras here.” I noted. I knew that there were cameras in the elevator, most places had them. “I don’t want anyone to see us. Remember, I am underage. If the security in this building sees us, then we will be in a lot of trouble.”
Peter detached himself from me and stepped back. He understood what the risk was, and he waited until we were in his apartment. The elevator doors opened a few minutes after Peter stopped sucking on me, and I followed him out. Peter kept on looking back at me while we walked down the narrow hallway. He made me nervous, and he had a strange aura around him. From the party up until now, he had changed, and I didn’t like it. His walk had changed a little too, he was walking faster, and it was like he was in a hurry for something. His eyes seemed different when I looked at them, and it was almost like he didn’t have a soul. His smile was also different. His smile went from being wide and welcoming, to an evil smirk. I backed away when I saw him smirking like that, and I almost ran out of the building. But in the back of my mind I knew that I had no place to go, and Peter was willing to let me stay for the night.

Peter’s apartment was at the end of the hall, and he pulled his keys out of his pocket. He found the right key rather fast, and he opened the door. He pulled me in once the door was open, and he locked it just as fast. He let out a sigh when he locked the door, and he turned to face me. He gave me a cocky grin, and I didn’t know what to think of him now.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked, pulling me into his living room. It was smaller than I expected, and it didn’t have the homey vibe at all.

“Sure.” Peter gave me a non-tooth smile and he disappeared into the kitchen.

Peter’s apartment wasn’t I expected at all. When he said he was a host, I thought his house would be extravagant, but his home was a real dump. The wall farthest to me was solid brick, with the windows covered with your basic blinds. His couch was an ugly color of puke green, and it looked like it was falling apart in the back. The coffee table in front of that was missing a leg, and the T.V. set looked like it was still getting reception from the rabbit ears on top of it. I didn’t even want to sit down on the couch, and even if it did, I couldn’t even move around the floor. It was lined with trash, dirty clothes, and what looked like to be dirty magazines and porn. If I knew that this was what his place would look like, I would not have agreed to come. I would rather sleep in a crack house then sleep in this slum. When Peter returned, he was carrying two glasses. I took the drink from him, and we clinked our glasses together and took a sip. I didn’t know what Peter had given me, but it tasted like no other drink I had before, and I got worried.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I did a basic rum and coke.” Peter told me as I looked at my drink.

“Thanks.” I replied, and I took a second sip so I wouldn’t be rude. But the second sip turned out to be worse than the first sip. I gagged at the taste, and had to give the drink back. “Did you put anything else in that?” I asked, stumbling over to the couch. My stomach started to turn in knots as I made my way over to the furniture, and I hunched forward.

“I didn’t put anything in your drink.” Peter replied. He sniffed the drink and took a small sip from the glass. “It must have been a bad bottle of rum I used, sorry.”

I could tell that he was lying. If he had poured a bad bottle of rum in the drinks, then he would be feeling the same way. Besides, I didn’t think that rum could go bad. I was starting to feel light headed, and I stumbled over Peter’s belongings. Peter had put something in my drink, and it was taking an effect on me fast. My vision blurred half way to the couch, and I tried to focus, but I lost my balance. The coffee table broke my fall, but since it was missing a leg, I hit the floor. I yelled when I crashed into the table, and I saw my whole world going dark. I couldn’t keep my head up any longer, and I rest it against what was left of the table. I was getting sleepy, and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Peter’s evil smirk.

I woke sometime later with a headache. My vision was still a little blurry, but my sight returned slowly, and I was able to see where I was. I couldn’t tell much, all that I could see was a black ceiling. Allowing my sight to return a little more, I noticed that it wasn’t my head that was hurting. My ass was hurting too, and that over powered my head. A thousand different things ran through my head when the pain shot up my spine, and I lifted myself up to find what Peter did to me. I pushed myself up from what I was lying on, but I was restrained and found I was shackled to the table I was lying on. I panicked, and struggled to break free. But the more I struggled, the more the cuffs cut into my wrists. I called for help when I knew that I wasn’t going to break from my restrains, but that didn’t work either. Peter had done this to me, but he wasn’t going to do anything to help me. I stopped yelling once my voice got hoarse, and I cried. My situation had gone from bad to worse in just a day, and I didn’t want to think what Peter was going to do next to me. I didn’t even know what he did to me when I was asleep. I could only imagine what he did, and the aftermath was lingering in my ass.

“Good, you’re up.” I gasped when I heard Peter’s voice, and I tried to find the direction it was coming from. “You have been out for a while, I though you would never wake up.”

“Peter, you sick bastard, what did you do to me?” I yelled, seeing him standing in the shadows in front of me.

I heard him snicker lightly, and he emerged from the darkness surrounding me. My eyes went wide when I saw him wearing black leather pants and a harness. He was also wearing a mask, which scared me to death, and I began struggling again. “It is no use.” Peter said, his voice deepened, and he began lighting candles around the room. “You are stuck there until you learn how to behave yourself. Now I am going to help you with that, but you need to do as I tell you. If you don’t, then you will be punished severely. Got it?”

I didn’t answer Peter’s question, I just stared at the room around me and saw the position I was in. The room was now dimly light, and I saw that I was not just strapped down to a table. In addition to my arms being strapped down, my legs were also strapped down and my legs were folded upward so my body was in at a ninety degree angle. Staring between my legs to see what Peter had done down there, I notice a black box between my legs. Coming out of it was a long metal rod that looked like it was going into my ass. I moved my hips to clarify that it was, and I found it was s sex machine. It was off, but it seemed like Peter was going to be using it real soon.

“Got it?” Peter yelled, grabbing and pulling at my dick.

“AH, YES!” I yelled.

“Good. From now on, you will be referring to me as ‘Master’. You will not to do anything without my permission. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded. I got nervous when I saw him pull out a riding crop from a rack on the wall, and he slid is across my stomach.

“YES WHAT?” Peter yelled, hitting me hard with the crop.

“Fuck! Yes, master.” I replied correctly, hissing. The riding crop stung like hell, and I bit down on my lip.

“That’s a good boy. Now, I am going to start, and I want you to tighten those abs for me. Every time I see that you don’t have those abs tightened, you will get punished.”

“Yes, master.” I nodded again and did I was told, tightening my stomach as much as I could.

“Keep it sucked in. I don’t want to see any flab.” Peter slapped the crop on my stomach so I wouldn’t slip up, and he leaned in to turn on the machine between my legs. I groaned, and I had to fight harder to concentrate.

To make matters worse, Peter slapped the crop against my stomach harder. I yelled to let some of the pain out, and I saw Peter smirk. He was enjoying himself too much, and from his evil smirk, I could only imagine what he is planning in his head.

“Keep your stomach sucked in!” Peter yelled, slapping the riding crop against my face.

“Fuck!” the crop stung my face, leaving a red mark. The sting lasted a few seconds, but my cold tears cooled the surface of my cheek.

“Stop your crying!” Peter yelled, seeing my tears, and swatted the tears away. “For every tear I see, I will give your face a hard smack. Got it?”

“Yes, master.” I cried, holding back my tears. Peter smacked my face one last time, and he went back to the machine.

He sped up the machine and I cringed. I forgot all about keeping my stomach in, and I let out a long breath. My body relaxed and I almost felt at ease. However, I felt like I was going to get hit with the riding crop again. Peter saw that I let my breath out, and he saw my stomach rise. I tried to suck it in, but it was too late, Peter turned the dildo machine on at full speed. I let out a long scream as the dildo at the end ripped apart my inside, and I struggled to break free. Tears streamed down my face from the raw motion of the fake dick, causing Peter to slap my face again and again.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Peter screamed, hitting me as hard as he could with the riding crop. “Stop that crying!” he yelled when my sobs didn’t stop and he cupped his hand around my neck. He was squeezing around my neck tightly, and I gasped for air. I could feel the breath leaving my longs, and I tried to scream.

“Stop!” I choked. I was getting short of breath and light- headed. I could see the darkness in Peter’s eyes, and I knew that if he didn’t let go he was really going to kill me. “Peter, please stop!”

“Why should I?” he grunted, tightening his grasp. “You are a fat ass bitch that won’t do what his master tells him to do. I thought you were a bitch who could do anything, but I thought wrong.”

“Please, I promise to behave, master.” I pleaded.

I couldn’t tell if I got through to Peter, because he was still squeezing the life out of me. But I could tell that he was thinking it over. “Are you going to be a good little bitch and do as I say?” he spat, his face inches away from mine, and he lightened his grip.

“Yes, master. I will be a good little bitch.” I didn’t want to say that, but if it will get him to let go of me, then I had to.

“Fine then. But one more mistake and you are going in the cage for the night.”

“Yes, master.” I nodded.

“Good. Now then, get up and kneel down.” he undid the restraints I was in, and he pulled the dildo machine out of my ass. I was glad he took it out, but I had no time to linger. Once I was untied, I got off the table and knelt down. “Put your arms behind your back.” I nodded and quickly did as I was told. I waited for what Peter was going to do, and I saw him disappear into the darkness.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, seeing the room filled with all kinds of sex racks and machines.

“No talking!” Peter yelled, dropping down so he was eye level with me. I hissed when he put clamps on my nipples, and he laughed. To make the pain worse, he added a weight to the clamps, and tied my dick to the bottom of the weight. I bit my bottom lit to hold back the pain, but it didn’t do much help. Peter smirked at how much pain I was in and pulled on the weight. I yelled in pain as he pulled and he laughed harder. I sniffled, hiding the pain as best I could. I looked at the floor as Peter rose and I closed my eyes. The sound of Peter’s belt unbuckling was the most horrible sound that I’ve ever heard. I would rather be deaf then to hear that sound. I sank low when I heard the zipper hiss, and I felt my head being pulled back. “Suck it!” Peter demanded, and he pushed my face closed to his member.

I pulled my head back when he pushed it to my face, and I smelled a foul order coming from his dick. Peter started to get impatient, and he pulled the weight dangling from my chest. I open my mouth to scream, and Peter shoved his cock in my mouth. I gagged as he pushed it all the way into my mouth, and I tried to pull away. I fought to get Peter’s dick out of my mouth, but he fought back harder. Each time I would pull away, he would inch hid member down my throat further. Soon his whole cock was in my mouth and I had to fight the urge to throw up. I had no choice but to give Peter a blowjob and I wrapped my mouth around Peter’s dick. I swallowed hard, causing the member in my mouth to stick to the roof of my mouth. I heard Peter moan out and ran a hand through my hair. I tried not to look up to see his reactions, but I did and I saw Peter’s head thrown back. I gulped again, making Peter’s cock stick to my roof harder, and bobbed my head. He tasted salty, a taste that I despised, but I could not back away. As I bobbed my head, the weight attached to my chest swayed back and forth, and it caused me more pain, as it pulled at my nipples harder.

“That’s a good boy,” Peter breathed, running a hand through my head. He grabbed the back of my head and roughly started to push and pull the back of my head. I choked on how fast Peter was moving my head, causing the weight to sway back and forth faster. I thought my nipples were going to be pulled off, and I struggled to break free from him. “Stop struggling.” Peter grunted, pulling me off his member and slapping me in the face before he pushed me back down over his dick.

Peter started to thrust my head over his cock harder and faster after he slapped me, and I fell to his mercy. I went limp after he slapped me, and began to cry. I wasn’t going to win this battle. Every time I fought back, Peter would discipline me, and I would lose hope of leaving this place. I stopped sucking too and made Peter do all the work. He didn’t even notice that I had stopped sucking; he was having too much fun enjoying the blowjob. I gagged a few times after I went limp as Peter’s dick grew in my mouth and it twitched in my mouth. Pre-cum was starting to drip from his urethra and I cringed. I didn’t want him to blow his load into my mouth, but there was no way to stop it. Peter now had control of me. Peter started to pull at my head faster, plunging my mouth hard around his dick. I groaned at the new pain Peter was causing me, and I wanted this to end. I bit down on Peter’s dick, and I pulled my head. He slapped me hard across my face. I let out a sharp yell and I feel to the floor. After Peter hit me, he started kicking me, and became dead weight. I had no interest in fighting back and my body because numb after the hits and kicks Peter gave to me. When he was tired of hitting me, he propped my ass up, and I groaned. I thought he was going to spank me, but instead, he pulled my ass cheeks apart and shoved his cock raw in to me. My eye clenched, and I felt my insides being ripped apart my insides. He started thrusting fast into me without any warning, and I groaned with each thrust Peter gave, and I bit my lip again.

“Please stop.” I said softly. Peter didn’t use any lube when he began, and he was rubbing my ass raw that I felt like he was going to tear my ass.

“Why should I?” Peter replied, pressing himself against my backside. “You’re not turned on about this?”

“No.” I grunted. Peter was slamming into me harder, hitting different places inside me. It was painful for me, and I wanted him to stop.

“Oh, then what is this?” Peter reached down and I gasped. “If you’re not getting turned on, then what is this?” He had grabbed my own member and it was rock hard. My mind said that I didn’t want to do this, but my body was saying something different. “I bet you are really loving this, and you are just joking with me, you whore.”

“Don’t say that.” I was getting angry, and Peter saying that I was a whore got my blood pumping again. It was true that I had settled back into my prostitution roots, but that was because of all the awful things that were happening to me. I was scared and I did the only thing that I could do. Selling my body and seeking somebody to love me. Unfortunately, I did not realize that I already had somebody, Cole. But he was always away at school or working on his music. I was too blind to notice that and now it was too late, I was going to rot in this place as Peter’s pet for god knew how long.

“Don’t fool yourself, boy.” Peter spat, gripping my member tightly and pulling on it. I held my breath so Peter wouldn’t hold my screams, and he pulled harder. “You might say that you are not a whore but you will always be a whore, and you will always go back to your streets for men to be your love for one night.” Peter started thrust harder into me, ripping my insides apart.

I let out a low moan and I twisted in his grasp. His thrusts were like jackknives in me, and they just got painful with each thrust. Peter’s stroking wasn’t too enjoyable either. His strokes were more like pulls, and I felt like he was going to pull my dick right off. I grunted when my cock twitched in Peter’s hands. I didn’t want to come, not with Peter inside me, so I held back. But that seemed impossible to me. Peter’s forceful thrusts and painful strokes sent my body over the edge, and I found myself moaning softly. Even though my body was taking in this pain, it was also enjoying it, and it was heating up more every second. Peter saw how much I hated this, but he also saw how my body was reacting. I heard him laugh quietly to himself, and he pulled at the weight clamps. I yelled out, causing my body to react and I came into Peter’s hand.

“That’s a good boy, let it all out.” Peter cupped his had so he could catch all of my seed, and he brought it up to my face. “Doesn’t it seem heavenly?” he asked. I moved my head away so I couldn’t smell my own cum, and he smothered me with it. I opened my mouth when he coated my face with my cum, and he pushed two of his fingers into my mouth. I could taste myself on his fingers still, and for the first time in my life, hated my own taste.

I gagged on his fingers as he pushed them deeper into my mouth, and I heard Peter groan. My ass had tightened around him once I came, making it harder for him for him to penetrate my ass. But he didn’t stop. He forced his way into my ass and continued to thrust into me. His thrusts were slower now, but they were still forceful. I grunted as he hit my prostate, and I felt myself rising again. I shook my head; I didn’t want to get hard again. Once was enough for me. I moaned, feeling Peter’s thrusts start to pick up again, and he let out a long moan as he thrust faster and harder into me. He moved his hands away from my face when he was about to blow, and he placed them on my hips to get a firmer hold. My body slid across the floor as Peter rammed into me, and I felt my cheek grinding against concrete floor and opening it up. Once again my body went limp as Peter let out the loudest grunt that I had ever hard and came into me. I was holding back my tears as much as possible, but Peter coming into me was the breaking point. I could feel his hot seed flowing into my rectum and I could feel my hot tears roll down my cheeks.

“That was good. Not bad for an underage whore.” Peter chuckled, pulling out of me. “Looks like you’re still hard.” He said, noticing my dick had re-hardened. “I am finished with you for the day, but you can play with yourself if you want.” He was getting dressed as he spoke, but I didn’t listen. His voice sounded too far away for me even hear what he was saying. “No, I’ve got a better idea.” I heard, and I moved my gaze over to him.

He reached down and grabbed my leg. I let out a low groan as he dragged me over to the wall, and dropped my leg hard. I was too tired to move or see what he was doing, but I did hear things. I heard Peter picking up a chain off the ground, and I felt him shackling the chain to my neck. After I was shackled to the floor, he went back and shackled both my legs too, making them so that they were spread apart. When he was done making sure I wouldn’t run away, I heard him going over to the rack I was lying on. He came back a little while later and it sounded like he was carrying something heavy. He grunted as he set whatever it was on the floor, and I felt something pressed up against my ass. Peter had gotten the sex machine and placed it between my legs. I felt the dildo at the end prod around my entrance until it found my hole. Peter readjusted the machine so that it could go into my ass without worries, and slid the dildo all the way in. once he got the machine in me, he turned it on low and I felt my fuck session with Peter was starting all over again.

“I will leave this on for to have fun with.” Peter smiled at me before he left. “This way, you can have something pleasuring you all the time. I am going to pull these off of you though.” he pulled at the weight attached to the clamps on my nipples and pulled slowly. I yelled as he pulled them off, and I screamed once the clamps were off. I cried harder out of pain, and I closed my eyes. I wished that this was only a nightmare and I would wake up and find myself in bed with Cole, our naked bodies entwined in each other’s arms and in the sheets. “Good night, slut.” I heard Peter call from the door, and I sniffled. But I knew deep down that I wasn’t sleeping. I was awake and living a nightmare in real life.