As I cried out, Conrad guffawed stating, “Happy, pussy-boy? This is what comes from lusting after a straight man’s cock. Suffer, baby, suffer.”T...lk about divine agony! The bully didn’t even hold still for the briefest moment before he began riding my arse. Pain turned into numbness, and then unbelievable pleasure followed. Once he had sensed my pleasure he exaggerated his thrusting, as I squirmed with delight. Taking his time he sniggered with brutish delight, all the while chastising me with. After settling on the pressure and temperature I wanted, I realized that I didn’t have any soap, a scrubby, or shampoo. I looked around the shower, but didn’t see any. There wasn’t even a shelf – other than the bench – to set such things. I looked at the doorway to the main part of the bathroom. I would have to look for something. Rho stood there, watching me.She smiled at me but didn’t say anything.“Do you happen to know where the soap and shampoo are?” I asked.She nodded but remained silent.I. We walked a couple more blocks and he led me into a kind of park in the middle of downtown, all concrete and below street level next to the river. I could smell the booze and normal signs of a makeshift homeless den, but fuck it I thought, just fuck me. He turned around and pulled me into him tight, running his hands around my back, grabbing my ass firm and squeezing through my girly yoga pants. He kissed me deeply, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. Breaking our kiss, his. Bramville is a very small town and not many families live here. It is a home to those numerous men, who work in the nearby industrial estates and reside here in small and squalid houses. Coming to myself, I am a 24 year old country-boy who is new to this town. It’s been three months since I started working at the Coyote’s Inn. My working hours here, are from 12 noon until 2 o'clock in the morning. My job here is to serve drinks, and to clean up the place before leaving, the rest is taken care.