The Bigot - Part 2 (Patreon)

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It didn’t feel real. I’d spent most of the night staring at the ceiling and trying to work out if it had all been a very arousing, very interesting dream; but it wasn’t. Luke, the most heterosexual, aggressive, homophobic asshole on the planet, had sucked my dick and swallowed my load.

Evan woke shortly after eight, but I pretended to be asleep, and watched through half open eyes, as my best friend stood in the middle of his bedroom and stretched his underwear clad body. He spun around and searched through his closet for fresh clothes, and in doing so, gave me a perfect glimpse of his morning wood. I’d certainly had worse starts to my day, that was for sure.

When Evan left the room to shower, I remained in bed and went back over the previous night’s events. Luke knew about me now, just as much as I knew about him. That worried me immensely, because unlike most people, Luke wasn’t even remotely reasonable, and as I lay there, I wondered if he’d even realise the implications of what could happen if anybody ever found out about it.

By nine, Evan and I were both sitting downstairs eating breakfast.

“Did you have fun last night?” He asked, and my body froze as I stared at him.

“W… What?” I gulped, “what do you mean?”

He shrugged. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed” he told me, “where did you go?”

“Toilet”.

“You went downstairs to use the toilet?”

“Yeah” I lied, “your dad was using the one upstairs”.

Even cocked a brow but shrugged again. Whether he believed me or not, I didn’t know, but he dropped the subject a moment later.

When it finally came time to leave, I had to admit that I was somewhat relieved. It felt like a pressure cooker in the house, and I was eager to hit the road before Luke rose from his pit.

“Call me later” Evan said as we walked outside, “my folks are going out of town and Katie Jackson’s having a party”.

I nodded and waved, and a moment later, I sat in my car and sighed with relief. At least I’d made it out of the house without bumping into Luke. I pushed the key into the ignition, turned it and… nothing. I tried again, and again, it didn’t respond.

“Fuck”.

“Everything good?” Evan called from his door.

“It’s fucked” I growled, trying once more, and failing once more.

“I’ll get Luke”.

“No!” I snapped, but my best friend was already gone, and I groaned and punched the steering wheel.

My heart raced as I desperately tried to get the thing working before Luke arrived. Even if last night hadn’t happened, waking the brute up this early on a Saturday morning was bad news for everyone.

I looked up and watched as Evan returned to the door, and behind him, a sleepy, bull-headed Luke stormed toward me in his underwear. I swallowed a lump as he dragged open my door and stared down at me.

“Well get out” he growled, and I shuffled from the car nervously.

Evan and I stood in silence for a few minutes whilst Luke did whatever he had to do. He popped the hood, messed with some things underneath, and when he closed it, he wiped his oily hands on his boxer shorts and scoffed.

“You ain’t going anywhere in that today” he told me, “your starter motor is fucked”.

I sighed, Evan slapped me on the shoulder, and retreated into the house, leaving Luke and I alone.

“I can get it towed to the garage this afternoon” he told me, which was strange because Luke had never been one to do anything for anybody.

“Thanks” I mumbled back, “how much will it cost?”

I watched as he looked over my shoulder to make sure the coast was clear and then smirked at me.

“That all depends, Jake” he whispered, “see, you left me with blue balls last night, and you called me an asshole, so I think you’re gonna have a lot of making up to do before I decide what to charge you for this job. Plus” he continued, “it’s Saturday, and that means that every repair shop in the city is gonna’ charge you premium rates to come out and tow this piece of shit”.

“What do you want, Luke?” I growled, realising that he was probably right.

“You” he told me simply, “I want you”.

By lunch time, the tension in the house had gotten to the point that even Evan could sense it. Luke had spent most of the morning upstairs, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his price. Yes, he was hot, and yes, I was into him, but I felt like some sort of prostitute. Plus, Luke was looking for payback now, and I had no idea what that was going to entail.

“Ready?” He asked from the door, wearing his stained overalls, and I looked out to see a tow truck pulling up.

I swallowed, bid farewell to Evan, and followed Luke outside. He and his friend attached my car, and the three of us rode in the truck.

“I fucked Beth last night” the older guy told Luke, “switched it up between her pussy and her ass”.

I grimaced. The man was not attractive in the slightest.

“Yeah” Luke nodded, “I had some little slut on my cock as well”.

My fists clenched, but I remained silent as he continued.

“Just a blowjob” he said, lighting a cigarette, “but next time I’m fucking that whore right up the asshole”.

The man guffawed and I squirmed.

The repair shop was closed when we arrived. In fact, the repair shop was closed every time I drove by it. I was pretty sure that these guys didn’t actually work at all, and spent the time drinking beer and being slobs, instead.

“I’ll leave you to it” the man told Luke, dropping a set of keys in his hand, “lock up once you’re finished”.

It was certainly nothing fancy inside. There were indeed, beer cans littering the concrete, and some tools and toolboxes around the walls. It was dark for the most part, until the overhead lights blasted on, and a few minutes later, me, Luke and my car were all locked inside.

He didn’t speak for a while. Instead, Luke got to work, and I sat there and watched as he did whatever it was he had to do. He screwed things, unscrewed things, changed, twisted and pulled things, and after over an hour, Luke stood up and unzipped his overalls.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” He asked nobody in particular, “hand me that wrench”.

My eyes travelled down his shredded, sweaty torso as I fumbled with the wrench and walked toward him. His hands were covered in oil, and the sharp stench of fresh sweat from him, almost made me pop a boner. He grabbed it, tightened something and stood up, wiping his hands together.

“All set” he told me, and smiled, “now it’s time to pay up”.

Mindlessly, I reached for my wallet, but Luke sniggered and shook his head.

“Strip” he told me, rubbing his oily hands on his knees, “and don’t expect me to even touch your dick. This is all me, baby”.

I swallowed hard. I could already feel my cock swelling at the idea of this fine piece of man-meat having his wicked way with me, but was he really going to fuck me? It wasn’t exactly the most romantic way of losing my virginity.

I took a deep breath and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Luke watched as he slid his hand into the opening of his overalls and began to rub himself as I undressed. I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks, and pulled down my pants, and Luke’s hand moved faster as I stood there awkwardly.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, for no other reason than to buy time. I felt ridiculous standing in the dirty, greasy repair shop like this, but Luke nodded eagerly.

“Fuck yeah” he slithered, “you’re gonna work for this”.

With one more breath, I pulled my underwear down, and stood back up, exposing my semi-erect cock to Luke, who simply scoffed.

“Turn” he told me, “and spread that ass wide”.

I shuffled on my bare feet and felt my cheeks burn as I gripped my ass and pulled it apart for him. He didn’t say anything, but I could hear his breathing become heavier and his hand move faster.

“Finger yourself” he ordered, “nice and deep”.

As awkward as it was, there was also something incredibly hot about being the centre of attention. He wanted to watch me touching myself, and so I pushed a finger against my tight, virgin hole, and played with it whilst he pleasured himself.

“Fuck yeah” he growled, “pump it in and out, don’t be gentle, I wanna see that pussy spread”.

It didn’t take me long to get into it. I began to finger myself as Luke watched on, and couldn’t help but become just as aroused as he was. My hard cock leaked onto the concrete, and when he demanded a second finger, I obeyed happily.

“Harder!” He snapped, jerking his cock which was now hanging out over his overalls, “moan, slut!”

I did moan, but not because Luke had demanded it, but because I was verging on a freaking orgasm!

“Oh shit” I whimpered, ploughing my sensitive hole, “this feels so good”.

“Yeah” he gasped, pumping, “I bet. Here, use this”.

He handed me something long and heavy, and I looked down at it and winced. It was a tool of some sort, with a thick metal head, and a slender, smooth handle. It wasn’t unlike a large steel cock, but it looked rather intimidating.

“Fuck yourself with it” he ordered, “and suck my cock while you’re doing it”.

I gawped at him, but Luke was already turning me around and getting me on my knees. “Come on, slut” he snarled, pulling my hair, “get that up your cunt and get sucking!”

I wasn’t sure how I felt being treated like this, but my cock was certainly enjoying it. I leaned forward and pushed the thick head against my ass, and gasped as I began to feed it inside.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” He told me, jerking his meat, inches from my face, “you like ruining that pussy for me, don’t you, Jake?”

I didn’t answer him. I was too preoccupied with filling my hole, and then Luke rubbed his pre-cum soaked helmet across my lips, and his taste made me shiver with excitement.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about this cock since last night, huh?” He moaned, spreading my lips apart with it, allowing me to lick his cumslit as he did. “Dreaming about it, too, I bet”.

I whimpered a response as the large tool pushed deeper into my bowels and my mouth filled with his ripe cock.

“Bounce on it while you suck” he said, holding the back of my head, “get yourself nice and ready for me”.

Luke drove his rod deeper into my throat and I gagged as the tool pushed further inside me. It wasn’t painful as such, but it certainly felt strange being spread so wide as I swallowed ropes of pre-fuck.

“Oh yeah” he gasped, thrusting lazily, “gag on it you little whore”.

Unlike the previous night, this was much easier. I found my rhythm quickly, and managed to take the entirety of Luke’s slick pole without choking. My nose buried into his unruly bush of pubic hair, and my chin pressed against his balls. He grunted as he fucked my face, and then pulled out entirely and slapped my cheek with his meat.

“This is our secret, Jake” he reminded me, “remember that I’ll beat your fucking ass if you tell anybody”.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” I growled, because there was really no need to threaten me whilst I had a metal tool in my asshole and my chin was drenched in his cock fluid.

“Bend over your car” he told me, and dragged me toward it by my arm.

The tool remained lodged inside me as I bent over the hood, and Luke grabbed the handle and drove it deeper into me once I was in position.

“Fuck!” I snapped, gasping as the pain burned through me.

Luke ignored me and began to fuck me with it. He grabbed my cock and pulled it backwards between my legs, which was both insanely arousing, and mildly painful.

“I wasn’t gonna touch you” he breathed, jerking me aggressively whilst piston-fucking my hole, “but I think you deserve some pay back”.

Luke spent the next fifteen minutes bringing me to the edge of orgasm with my wet cock swelling, twitching and eagerly throbbing, and my hole becoming loose around the steel.

“Oh fuck!” I yelped, as my balls churned for the fifth time, “please, Luke!”

My toes curled, my back arched, and chills ran through me, and just as I began to moan, Luke stopped again.

“Not a nice feeling, huh?” He smirked, releasing me yet again, and I genuinely felt like crying as I twitched and gasped.

He yanked the tool from my hungry hole and dropped it on the floor, and when Luke grabbed my waist, I knew it was time.

I held onto the hood as he angled his thick, drooling cock against me, and he wasted no time in shoving it inside.

My sphincter spread wide around his meat, and I grunted as he rammed it against my prostate and into my bowels.

“Holy fuck!” I yelped, but the pain was almost instantly replaced by pleasure.

“Yeah, moan, bitch” he snarled, fucking me with long, angry strokes, “cum if you can, but don’t you dare touch that cock”.

I squeezed my ass lips around his rod and felt my cock spasm. It certainly felt possible, but I’d never orgasmed without using my hands before. Luke fucked harder, and I felt his balls slap against me as he did, and my eyes rolled with pleasure.

“This is what you were born to do, Jake” he breathed, “you cock sucking fuck slut”.

He reached around and grabbed my face with his oily hand as he drilled me. He held me like that for a while, reminding me who was in charge as his pre-cum pooled in my guts.

“This ain’t a once off, either, Jake” he growled, and I was sure that my asshole was never going to be the same again, “I want your pussy on this cock every fucking day”.

I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t answer him. The pressure inside me was beginning to reach boiling point, and as Luke returned his grasp to my waist, and somehow fucked me harder, I knew it was going to happen.

He moaned like a wild animal as he slammed deeper inside me than he’d gone before. I felt his shaft swell as eruptions of sperm poured out of him, and coated the walls of my wrecked hole. He added more with each vicious thrust, and so very nearly caused me to orgasm, too, but just as I reached the edge, Luke went limp and pulled himself out.

“Go on” he breathed, squeezing the last of his cum onto the ground, “get your ass out of here”.

I desperately wanted to cum, and now I could see just how frustrated he must have been the previous night. I shuffled over to my clothes, feeling his sperm begin to leak out of my used ring, and dressed quickly.

“Thanks” I said, wiping sweat from my brow as I opened my car door.

“Don’t mention it” he replied, zipping up his overalls, “and I mean that, don’t mention a word of this to anybody or I’ll –”

“Kill me” I scoffed, sitting in the car, “I know, Luke. I know”.