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How I got Suckered
or
Why you should never go back to get your stuff from an ex

Before it happened I'd always swore I'd never hurt him.  Never hit him, never put my hands on him.  I'd promised him that if nothing else.  But I was hurt and he kept pushing me, pressing my buttons.  Then he'd threatened me.   He never
should have done that.  So I grabbed him, threw him down.  Then I choked him,
right up to the threshold of unconsciousness and just past the threshold of
unconscionable.  But he had poked me right in the chest, one humiliation too
many. 
Okay maybe I had encouraged him.  Maybe I used to get off on the fantasy of
being controlled.  Of feeling like I was helpless.  But that shit was for the
bedroom and should have stayed there.  He made a mistake and he paid for it.
Case closed and done.  And maybe I was lucky there were no charges filed.  So
over and done, close the book on another failed relationship.
So I should have been suspicious when he called and told me I'd left some shit
over there.  But you know I really liked that vinyl jacket, so I figured it'd be worth whatever trouble was brewing.  If I even thought trouble was brewing, I
remember thinking that maybe this was his way of apologizing.  Which shows
just how well I never really knew him at all.
So I drove my truck over to his house.  None of his roommates were home for
once, which I reckoned as being a good thing.  I knocked, not intentionally
forcefully but he had his lame Souxie and the Banshees crap blasting so I had to
rap pretty loud just to be heard.  Eventually he answered the door and let me in. 
He was wearing my vinyl jacket and black slacks.  "Hey Johnny Cash, how's it
going?"
He looked at me blankly.  "You know" I said "the country singer.  The man in
black?"  He just stared at me.  Country wasn't his thing. 
"Right" I said, "You're wearing my jacket." 
"I thought maybe you'd let me keep it."
"Thinking never was your long suit." I told him. 
"I get by." He said.
"Getting by is okay" I said "if you never really care where you end up."
"Oh and being focused on goals has made you so happy, cheerful, and just plain
fun to be around?"
This was turning into old argument territory, and to tell the truth they just weren't that much fun the first time around. 
"Look, it's great to see you again and gosh I miss the witty banter but can you
just give me my jacket so I can fucking go home?  Hmmm?"
"Fine" he said, all snotty like.  Biased you might say, but it's true nonetheless he was one snotty little bastard.  But he did take off my jacket and hand it to me.  It's just he wasn't wearing anything underneath and I found myself distracted by his naked upper body.  He turned his palms inward and ran them seductively from his belly to his pecs and I followed his hands with my eyes. 
"You've been missing me."
"With every shot so far." I said in reflex for my mind was still focused on his body. It was slim yet wiry and lithe.  His nipples were dark circles floating in the coffee colour of his chest. 
Dimly I registered he was holding the jacket out with one hand but I couldn't
seem to remember what to do about it.  I had always found him phenomenally
physically attractive.  Occasionally I'd lied to myself that I'd found his personality attractive as well but never so as I'd really believed it.  I've never been that good of a liar.
Vaguely I reached out and accepted the jacket.  He had run his palms back down
over his body drawing my attention to his flat navel with the thin line of hair that disappeared behind his pants.  The happy trail it's called but no happy memories resided there; just temporary pleasure and later mental anguish. 
"You sure seem distracted by a naked torso.  How long has it been since you've
got laid?"
"A month and a half." I said without really thinking about it.
"Not since the last time we..."
I nodded. 
"And you've been thinking about me..."
Again I nodded.  I felt like I was drifting, thinking through molasses, the kind of dreamy lightheadedness of a good spring day.  He ran his hands, palm inward,
up his body again and I followed them, a relaxed grin spreading across my face. 
"I have something else you've left here."
"What's that?" I asked absently, my gaze resting on his chest.
"This" he said holding something in his hand.  I drifted my eyes towards his
outstretched hand.  A gem studded collar dangled between his fingers, flickering
slightly back and forth.
"You remember this don't you?"
I nodded.
"You used to like to wear it, to pretend to be my slave."
Again I nodded.
"And it's so pretty, I bet you miss wearing it."
I nodded dreamily, 'so pretty' I thought.
"You're getting so turned on thinking of wearing it aren't you?"
I nodded.
"No, tell me how much you're getting turned on."
I tried to remember how to talk.  My tongue felt thick in my mouth.  "So turned
on." I managed to say.
"What was that?" 
"I'm so turned on."  I said with great effort.
"It's hard to speak isn't it.  But you never were really that bright were you?"
That wasn't right.  I was very ... something, rhymes with elegant. 
"That's okay, you don't need to be bright to be a slut."
Something about the way he said that made me shiver.  I tried to clear my head,
to look away from the collar, swaying slightly in his grasp. 
"No" I said.  "This shit ends now."  I felt my head clearing.  Damn the things not getting laid can do to your head.  "We're over, this shit's over, it's all over.  Didn't you learn your lesson about trying to push me around?"
"No.  But you're about to learn a lesson in revenge."
"How fucking melodramatic.  Look I don't have time for this kind of crap."  I
reached out for the collar but he jerked it away. 
"I don't want to play kid games here.  Give me the damn thing or you're going to
get hurt.  Again."
For the first time today I saw a spark of anger run through him. 
"No I'm not." He said.  "You're never going to threaten me again.  Never going to disobey me again.  You got that, slave?" 
I felt a slight shiver down my spine when he said that.  He'd flipped.  Gone way
over the edge.  Add another to the psychotic ex file.  
Visibly he calmed himself down.  Perhaps to help the process he lit a cigarette. 
Despite myself I watched as he lit the cigarette and raised it to his lips. 
Somehow the way he held the cigarette with long, supple fingers always struck
me as erotic.  He inhaled slowly then exhaled looking considerably calmer.  I felt a calming effect myself. 
He reached his hand out towards my head but I stepped back.
"Now come on" he pouted "I hardly think you need to be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you, I'd just rather you didn't touch me."
"That's now how you used to feel.  You used to beg me to touch you.  Of course
that was before you enjoyed hurting me.  Choking me." He ran his fingertips
along his bare neck.  "Is that what you want to do now?  Choke me?  Or is there
something else you'd rather do to me?"
"Look, I don't want to do anything to you.  Just give me the collar and I'll be out of here."
He smiled.  "This collar.  Are you sure it's yours?  Can you describe the collar?"
I'd had enough.  I stepped forward intending to yank the damn thing out of his
hand, or his whole hand with it if he didn't stop playing games.  But he reached
out with his free hand and tousled my hair.
"You're so cute when you're angry." 
His touch hit me like whiskey.  I felt momentarily dizzy and my anger evaporated. He stroked my hair gently and the tension slumped out of my body.  It felt so nice and relaxing.  I heard his voice lapping gently in the background but couldn't focus on the words.  He pulled his hand away and I moaned in disappointment. 
"It's okay" he reassured me and held the collar outstretched in his hand.
"Are you sure you want me to give you this collar, wouldn't you rather just look at it. It's so pretty, so very pretty.  Look at it, you remember how nice it felt around your neck.  So comforting and peaceful.  So relaxing.  So very relaxing."
"So comforting to give up control.  So peaceful.  To be my little slut.  My little slave, my helpless little slave.  Just watch the collar, look at the gems.  Watch it swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and forth."
"Your eyes are just naturally drawn to it now, unable to look away.  So helpless. Such a helpless little slave."
I heard what he was saying but I couldn't look away.  I felt so calm, just drifting. So peaceful. Watching the collar as it swayed back and forth, back and forth.  My arms hung limp against my sides.  So weak and powerless.  My cock throbbed against my leg. 
"Close your eyes slave."  He said. 
My eyes instantly slammed shut.  Rough leather looped around my neck.  The
slight touch of  cold metal as he fastened the collar closed.  A jerk as he pulled my head down by the metal loop.  The musky scent of his cock as he jerked my head to his crotch.  Through my haze I heard the purr of his zipper as his pants dropped to the floor.  A soft flop of his cock against his thigh as his drawers slid past his thighs.  A prodding sensation of his cock against my waiting lips.  The salty taste of precum as he pushed it into my mouth.  I rolled my tongue against the head of his cock as he forced it around my mouth.  I gasped for breath as he pulled the collar tighter; forcing my head deeper into his crotch, his hard cock deeper into my mouth.  I gagged as it pushed down my throat.
"You're such a good cock sucker.  You love sucking my cock.  My little cock
slave" he cooed.  He chortled with delight, positively pleased with himself at the helpless slave he'd made of me.
And as he said it the pressure of his cock, as he rolled it around inside my mouth, was turning me on.  My cock and ass throbbed inside my pants.  Every
time he insulted me a shiver thrilled through me.  My asshole grew hot and I
longed to be penetrated.  To have his cock pushing deep inside me, drilling me
stroke after stroke. 
I ran my tongue up and down his hard cock, licking up the salty liquid dripping
from the tip.  He told me I could open my eyes and I gazed at his beautiful face in rapt longing, begging him to fuck me with my eyes.  He smiled cruelly and blew smoke out his mouth.  He beckoned me with his finger to stand up in front of him.
He sucked on his cigarette, then exhaled the smoke into my face.  I almost came
as my cock throbbed in response.
"Bend over" he said and stick your ass high in the air.  I did.  A chill breeze raised goosebumps over my ass as my hands spread out on the ground.  He rubbed
his dick against me ass, teasing at the hole.  I pushed back, grinding my
asshole against the length of his cock.  I was mad to be fucked.
"Beg me to fuck you."
"Please, please fuck me.  I need to be fucked, I need your cock.  I'm such a cock slave.  Please, please fuck me.  Fuck me hard."
"Good, I like the way you beg.  Tell me what a slut you are."
"I'm such a slut. Such a dirty slut.  I just want to be fucked.  That's all I'm good for, just a helpless fuck slut.  A dirty cock whore.   Oh please fuck me.  I need it so bad."
And then he stuck it inside me, penetrating me with his cock.  Oh how it hurt, like a rod of pure pain stuck up my ass.  And I deserved it.  Then he pulled it out and thrust it back in again.  And this time it was pure pleasure as he drove his hardness inside of me, driving deep inside of me making me scream with the feel of it. 
"Oh yes, fuck me!" I cried.  I writhed in ecstasy as my mind flamed with erotic
sensation.  I thrust my ass against his plunging cock, forcing it even deeper
inside me.   I felt the tingling through my skull as an orgasm built inside me.  
Pushing back as he penetrated me over and over again, deeper and deeper the
fire flowed through ass and into my cock, a burning pleasure building from my
heels to my head then back again.   Down my spine and out my cock I burst in
pleasure to the sound of his gloating laughter as he called me his dirty slut over and over again.
I lay on the floor panting as he yanked his cock till milky ropes of cum fell on my back.  He came over my ass, my back and into my hair.  Warm, sticky liquid
rapidly drying and sticking to my body. 
"And now the fun really begins my helpless little slave.  You're about to learn a lesson in the true meaning of revenge."
And I cringed inside as he thought of what he meant to do to me.  But even as I
cringed I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do to please him.  He'd fucked the
will out of me.  I was now his helpless cock slave.  God help me.
"Sleep now" he said and my eyes slammed shut, then blackness.

Part 2

I woke up feeling dazed and a little confused.  My short hair felt oddly sticky as I ran my fingers through it, and I wasn't sure where I was.  However it wasn't the first time I'd had that feeling so I was relatively untroubled by it.
Wherever I was, there was a bathroom with a shower.  So after looking around and seeing I was alone, I decided to wash the gunk out of my hair.
I shucked off my shoes and trousers, peeled off my t-shirt and walked into the bathroom.  I stopped a second to admire my body in the mirror, a firm chest and well-developed arms.  I twisted my wrist just so and the triceps popped out nicely. 
I luxuriated in the hot shower, letting the water wash my troubles away.  I tried to remember where I was or how I had got here but couldn't.  That was odd as it was rare that I drank enough to black out.  I didn't let it worry me tho, just enjoyed the shower.  I made it quick though and went to reach for a towel as I shut the water off.  Only I didn't have a towel handy as this wasn't my house.  Oops.
I wandered out of the shower naked and dripping wet looking for my clothes.  Unfortunately they weren't where I had left them. 
Standing where they had been was my ex-boyfriend in a tight white shirt and black jeans.  Embarassed I covered my vitals with my hands and strived for poise.
"Hi, how ya been?" 
"Good, why are you hiding?  Nothing I haven't seen before, and certainly nothing worth hiding."
Okay that stung.  Hitting below the belt as it were. 
"Look, enough with the smart mouth.  It doesn't suit you. What did you do with my clothes."
"I burned them.  Really there was nothing else I could do with them."
"You asshole! My wallet was in there."
"I burned that too, you won't be needing it."
"What!"
"Don't worry I took the money and credit cards out first.  I'll be needing them."
"You'll be needing them. What you'll be needing is a hospital when I'm done with you."
"Could be but I don't think so."  Calmly he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket.  First striking the bottom of the pack with the heel of his hand to pack the tobacco he then pulled a cigarette out and lifted it toward his mouth.
"See I've hypnotized you to get more and more turned on by my smoking.  By the time I've finished this cigarette I'll be leading you around by your prick.  I might even have you lick my ass and thank me afterwards for the privelege."
"You can go to hell you sick bastard." I told him. 
"You might think you're cool, all slim, graceful and hot.  But you've got nothing going for you but your looks.  Nothing.  And if you fuck with me, like you're doing now, I'll break you.  That simple."
"Ooh, I'm scared" he said and lit his cigarette.  He took a slow drag and exhaled into the sky.  I studied his profile and remembered.  His features were sharp and angular, his mouth sensuous and cruel.  His eyes were dark brown, both beautiful and unkind.  His arms were thin and supple.  The touch of his fingertips was a memory burned deep into my cerebral cortex.  I had loved him and he me; once upon a time.  Then I'd cheated and repented.  Ever since then we'd been in a vicious cycle, taking turns hurting each other then asking forgiveness only to do it all over again.
"This shit is over. It's all over between you and me. Give me my clothes, my wallet and let's end it clean."
"No" he said.  "You're already my slave, this is just a game.  To show you how bad I've broken you."
"Fuck you." I said.  I walked slowly towards him.  A cold anger burned through me.  I was so tired of his bullshit.  He watched my approach with no greater reaction than a raised eyebrow.  He slowly exhaled smoke in my direction.  My cock twitched as the acrid aroma of smoke tingled in my nostrils.
I reached out my hand and caught his wrist.  I twisted it up behind his back.  He winced in pain. 
"No more games."  I said my voice soft with menace.  With his free hand he raised his cigarette to his lips and took a drag.  He exhaled over his shoulder, never losing his bored look of complacency. 
I twisted his arm further up his back, to the breaking point.  His expression of affected boredom became a mask of pain. 
Again the acrid smoke burned my nose and I grew fully erect at the odor.  My cock throbbed and my hips ground forward.  He smiled through the pain as he felt my erection against his back.  He rubbed his ass against my naked cock.  My hips involuntarily twitched forward again. 
"Oooh, you are getting turned on aren't you.  Is it my smoking?" he asked with a sneer.  He took another drag and exhaled again over his shoulder.
I watched fascinated as raised the cigarette to his lips.  They parted then closed wrapping around it like a lovers embrace.  He took it and exhaled smoke sensuously through barely parted lips.  I was barely aware of my cock rubbing against his ass. 
I tried to compose myself.  "Cut the shit" I said wishing I had some clothes on.  I twisted his wrist again, I had eased my grip when I'd lost my concentration.  I watched the pain flare in his eyes but he refused to scream.  His clenched his teeth hard and grunted.  Then he smoothed his expression with an effort of will.  He just raised the cigarette to his lips and exhaled.  This time my ass clenched hard as my cock flopped against my thigh.  I pressed my lips against his neck and let go my grip on his wrist. 
He snatched his wrist away and turned to face me.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
"Oh yes" I said despite myself. 
He raised his cigarette for another drag.  I studied his hands, his supple fingers with nails painted black.  I imagined those nails clawing my back, digging deep into my flesh. 
He exhaled slowly and I rubbed my cock absent mindedly as the smoke drifted between us.  I was so hot I had to touch myself. My other hand caressed then pinched my nipple. 
"You're so hot right now.  You can't think of anything except how turned on you are.  Isn't that right."
"Yeeesss" I said, moaning through the word. I tried to think, to get ahold of myself but my cock was firmly in charge.
"Would you like me to touch you?"
"Please." I gasped.
"Beg me."
"Please, oh please, I need you.  Please touch me."
"Tell me how wonderful I am."
"You're wonderful.  So wonderful.  Incredibly beautiful."
"Tell me how intelligent I am."
"Oh come on, now you're milking it." I gasped in sarcastic reflex.  My body ached for release but couldn't find it.  I was just getting more and more aroused.  I was completely unable to stop touching myself.  My body craved more and more stimulation. 
He frowned in displeasure.  Then took another drag very, very slowly.  It was pure torture as my arousal slowly escalated to an even higher level.  I felt a slow sensual burning through my ass, a physical yearning to be fucked. 
"Please, I'm sorry I said that.  You're as brilliant as you are beautiful.  Please fuck me, I'll be your slave, please fuck me."
"You're already my slave.  I just want to reinforce how completely."
"Please, I need release.  Why can't I cum?"
"Because I haven't given you permission."
"Oh god, please let me cum.  Please.  Please!" I begged him but he remained impassive.  I was lying on the floor stomach down, my head against his leg.
He looked down on me in contempt.  He leaned down, maintaining eye contact the entire time.  He took a drag and blew the smoke directly into my face.  My entire body wracked in erotic spasm.  But I didn't orgasm.  Chills ran through me.  I began to sweat all over.  I needed to cum.  I couldn't stop myself.  I yanked my cock harder and harder.  I squeezed my nipple till it began to bruise, than the other one. 
He merely stared into my eyes, a smile of enjoyment playing across his face as I abased myself before him, begging me to fuck me or let me come.  He did neither, merely continued to smoke as his cigarette dwindled between his fingers.  By the time it was nearly a stub I had offered my first-born children, all of my money, my body and soul and my Buffy the Vampire video collection.  Nothing moved him.  It was a pure and supple torture. He didn't even speak.  I grew feverish.  The sweat had worsened and my skin was sopping with the stuff.  I was dizzy and incoherent.  I couldn't concentrate and I felt nauseous and disgusted with myself. 
"Please let me come" I begged him once more, my voice was a ragged whisper.  I yanked at myself with what remained of my strength to no avail.  He ground his cigarette out into my chest, leaving a small burn mark on my right pec just above the nipple. 
"No." was all he said.  Then he turned on his heel and walked out, ignoring my cries as he calmly closed the door behind him.  Tears washed down my cheeks and I continued to stroke myself till my stomach rebelled and I vomited across the floor.  I continued to touch myself while I was vomiting.  The last of my strength departed after I finished throwing up.  My arms and legs collapsed and I collapsed into the pool of my own vomit.  My hand was still pulling uselessly at my dick when blackness overtook me and I passed out.

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