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Bookseller - 1 
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

A clerk in a bookstore gets raped and abused. (MM, nc, 
rp, v, tor, huml)

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Chapter One

I was in one of those fancy big new book stores; you 
know the kind with the coffee shop and CD room and all 
that shit when suddenly my prick became achingly hard. 
I freely admit that I don't control my cock, it 
controls me. I want it that way. Perhaps at one time it 
was a choice I made, I don't remember, but I now let my 
cock lead me, and fortunately I have the adventurous 
spirit and guts to follow even into potential danger.

So there I was in Barnes and Noble and I saw this 
clerk. He was a typical book store worker. Small, about 
five foot seven, darkish hair, dark rimmed glasses, not 
an athlete. He was about twenty or twenty-one, but 
looked sixteen. His smooth boyish face showed no sign 
of a beard. He did however have a really cute mug and a 
nice tight round ass to boot. 

I knew at once that I had to have him. Not just fuck 
him, but have him. Completely. He looked so fucking 
sensitive and intellectual that I just had to break him 
down into a crawling licking obedient fuck-pig. No 
doubt ever crossed my mind for even a second that I 
could do that. Perhaps that accounts for my amazing 
success; I never consider that I might fail.

So I walk up to the precious little twink and I kind of 
hover, two heads taller than he is.

"Eh, can I help you sir?" I like that, sir. But it was 
the "eh" that gave him away. A really insecure, fragile 
little pussy-boy. I decided to back him into the wall 
immediately, emotionally I mean.

"Yeah. Do you have any books on fucking?" His eyes grew 
wide behind those glasses and his slightly curved nose 
kind of wrinkled. He blinked. He had the eyelashes of a 
Tammy Faye devotee.

"Eh," there he went again. "The section on sexuality is 
upstairs."

"Well would you show me please, or are you too busy 
sorting out greeting cards?" I wasn't going to let him 
off the hook for a moment. In that way I could tell how 
submissive he was. If he balked or snapped back or 
called a manager, I could back down. But the little 
cunt took the abuse.

"Ah, certainly. This way." I had a hell of a time 
keeping my hands off his ass cheeks on the elevator. He 
wore nice dark dress slacks that really showed his ass 
off to a great advantage. I could see he was nervous. 
Maybe the twat-boy was always nervous, or maybe I made 
him nervous. I hoped it was the later. He led me passed 
the sci-fi section and behind the murder and mystery 
books to a section books on human relations and 
sexuality. I looked up and down the shelf, wearing an 
annoyed expression.

"Nah, haven't you got any fuck books?"

"Well, I'm not sure exactly what you mean, I mean..."

"You don't know what I mean? Christ, do they hire 
eunuchs here or what? I am interested in books about 
fucking. People fucking. More specifically guys fucking 
guys."

Even though it was summer, this cute puppy wasn't very 
tan, and now his face grew pink with embarrassment. 
"Eh, the gay and lesbian section."

I put one hand on his shoulder. I grabbed him just 
tight enough to hold him still. His whole body 
quivered. "I don't want books on the gay and lesbian 
life style; I could give a shit about lifestyles. I 
want a good fuck book about guys fucking guys. You see, 
I am really horny and I want to beat my meat."

He looked up at me and licked his lips. He looked good 
enough to eat when he did that. "I can't help you." he 
said weakly.

"Sure you can. If I can't find a good book to use, I'll 
just have to use you." I kind of kneaded his shoulder 
with my hand. Shit, he wore an ugly necktie.

"I beg your pardon?"

I reached up and grabbed his soft skinned but nicely 
shaped jaw in my hand. 

"That's okay, this time. Only from now on I don't want 
to have to repeat myself. Our relationship will consist 
of me telling you what to do and you doing it. Got 
that?"

He dared to bring one hand up to grab my wrist, so I 
shook him off and slapped him hard. He couldn't believe 
I had just done that. He stood there one hand to his 
red face amid the books, his knees knocking. Would he 
yell out? I didn't think so.

"I don't understand," he whispered, adjusting his 
glasses on his nose.

"I am horny. I need to shoot a load. You don't have any 
books to help me, so I will have to use you. It's that 
simple."

He gulped and tried to stand taller. "Why don't you go 
to a porno bookstore for that? I'm going to call the 
manager."

I could tell he wasn't because he never moved. The 
sweat on him moved though, trailing down his cute face 
into his shirt collar. I smiled and ran fingers though 
my hair. Then I reached down and grabbed my dick and 
balls through my pants. His eyes went right down there 
like a good faggot. "All right, you got me there. I owe 
you an apology. I was shy. I never really wanted a fuck 
book. Right from the start I wanted to fuck your cute 
little ass."

He blinked behind his glasses and chewed his lower lip. 
He didn't know where to put his hands so they went in 
his pockets.

"You know, I'm not very good at approaching guys. I 
don't always say the right thing. But now that we know 
where we both stand on the matter, why don't we go into 
the bathroom and fuck."

I could tell he thought he was in some kind of 
nightmare, which is where I wanted him to be. Confusion 
breeds submission.

"You got the wrong guy, mister. First of all, I'm not 
gay."

I smiled, still squeezing my prick which had grown to 
eight inches down my trouser leg. "So what?"

"So what? Did you hear me? I said I'm not gay." His 
voice had gotten higher and thinner.

"Yes I heard you, and frankly I don't care. What does 
it matter to me what you are? I just want to fuck your 
cute ass." I moved in quickly and grabbed the back of 
his head. He had no time to escape. I twisted one arm 
up behind his back, pinning him against my body. I'm 
sure he felt my hard dick.

I looked down into his sweet youthful face. "Kiss me," 
I said. I yanked his arm up and he went up on tip toe, 
but I still had to lean down to plant my lips on his 
face. He tried to twist away, but not for long.

"If you want a broken arm, just keep doing that." I 
smashed my mouth against his full soft lips, and then 
forced my tongue between them. He made a kind of 
moaning sound. I pulled back. "Look cunt, you have one 
more chance. Open your mouth and swap spit with me, or 
I will fucking tear your goddamned arm out of its 
socket."

He was like a fucking rag doll in my hands. Almost too 
easy. I washed out the inside of his mouth with my 
tongue. It was during our first kiss that an old lady 
wandered down the aisle and saw us. She stopped cold, 
eyes bugging out of her blue haired head.

"Excuse me," she muttered and backed away. She probably 
went home to finger her pussy for the first time in 
twenty years, so in a way that kiss was a public 
service. After the kiss, I could see he was really 
freaked out. This was crucial to my plan. His lips were 
full of my spittle and a bit red where I had bitten 
him. His eyes were wild and his sandy hair hung limp 
and wet across his forehead.

"Please," perfect. The most perfect word in the English 
language. Please. Please equals submissive equals pussy 
equals fuck-pig slave-boy. I knew I had him and my dick 
gave a lurch.

 "You can't do this to me, .you can't." he begged as I 
groped his crotch, feeling a nice but not massive lump 
of prick and ball flesh.

"Shut up, I want to feel you ass." He stood there 
pressed against me shaking while I cupped and squeezed 
his ass cheeks.

Then I stepped back and looked around. Nobody else in 
sight. His white shirt was plastered to his slender 
body with sweat. "Open your shirt and show me your 
tits." I said quietly.

"No, I won't!" he said. THWACK! My hand slammed his 
soft young cheek and you could see the finger prints.

"Open your shirt."

"Somebody help!" he said, not very loudly and with a 
minimum of energy. This boy was pussy in the making. 
THWACK! His head snapped to the left and he fell into a 
shelf of books knocking five or six to the carpet.

"If you ever do anything stupid like that again, I 
swear to God that I will squash your nuts to a pulp. Do 
you understand?" I was holding him by the balls when I 
said this. He kind of waddled on tip toe as I lifted 
his body by the crotch.

"Oh God, oh God please! You can't do this to me. I'm 
married. I'm a married man."

That gave me pause. "You, married? To a girl?"

He tried to plead with me. "I told you, I'm not gay. 
I'm not your type. I'm straight. I just got married two 
months ago. I like girls."

I snorted. "I'll bet you're a real stud in bed with 
your bride. How often do you fuck her?" He just stood 
there, his mouth moving but no words coming out. He was 
appalled.

I grabbed his face and squeezed hard. "How often do you 
fuck you wife?" His glasses popped off his face and 
fell to the carpet. He started to cry hard. "I don't 
know... I don't know..."

"You don't know how often you fuck your wife? Wrong 
answer." I shook him by the head until his feet were 
off the ground.

"Oh God please. Three or four times a week."

"You pathetic cunt. A woman needs to be fucked three or 
four times a day by a real man-dick. Your marriage is 
doomed from the start. You were born to be a fucking 
pussy and you know it. You just try to hide from it. 
How many dicks have you sucked?"

"Never, never! Honest to God. I never did anything like 
that. Please go away and leave me alone. I won't tell 
anyone."

"Look at me ass-wipe. Do I look like I am afraid?"

"No, no you don't." His voice was quiet and tears 
rolled down his cheeks. His shirt was wringing wet.

"Now you've wasted enough of my time. Open your shirt 
and let me see your tits."

"I'm a married man!" he cried quietly half to himself 
as he removed his tie and unbuttoned his white shirt. 
His chest was smooth and almost hairless. Nicely shaped 
but not too muscular, like one of those high school 
swim team boys. He had fat pouty quarter sized nipples. 
The kind I like to work on.

I reached out and twisted his nipples. He stood there 
taking it, eyes downcast, chewing his lip, sobbing to 
himself. "By the time I'm finished with you, these 
nipples are going to stand out two inches and look like 
fucking sow tits."

"Finished with me?" His eyes dared to meet mine. There 
was stark terror in them.

"That's right. This is the start of a beautiful 
friendship. We are going to be spending lots of time 
together, playing games. But don't worry; the games 
have very easy rules. I tell you what to do and you do 
it. It's that simple. You'll get the hang of it in no 
time."

"I can't. I mean, what about my wife?"

I was raising him up on tip toe again, this time by the 
titties.

"If you want me to, I'll talk to her. Hell her you're 
going to be my fuck-boy I don't mind. Maybe she can 
even watch. Maybe I'll fuck her too."

"Oh my God, " He grew weak in the knees and almost hung 
by his nipples. I had to slap him to bring him around. 
I quickly reached down and lifted his wallet from his 
rear pocket. I held it up and flipped it open, checking 
his name and address.

"Now Todd, here's what I want you to do. I want you to 
go into the bathroom and wait for me. I want you to 
stand in front of one of the urinals with your pants 
and underpants down around your ankles. Don't pull them 
up no matter who comes in until I come in and tell you 
to. If you fuck this up, I swear, I will go to your 
house and rape the fuck out of your wife. I will tear 
her a new cunt. And I am not kidding."

He started to re-button his shirt. I slapped him hard 
again. His nose started to run. He whimpered in 
confusion.

"I didn't tell you to re-button your fucking shirt. You 
go into the bathroom like that."

"People will see me, I'll lose my job." His voice was 
very quiet and meek now, lest he anger me.

"Awwww, isn't that too bad."

"I can't lose my job. Sally and I can barely make ends 
meet. She's going to school and so am I part time. I 
need..."

"I don't need your fucking life story. Get your ass 
into that men's room now. Pants and underpants around 
your ankles, standing in front of the urinal, two feet 
back from the urinal. Two fucking feet back!"

He shook his beautiful head slowly. "Don't do this to 
me. Please' please don't do this to me."

"Does Sally have a tight pussy? I wonder how my nine 
inches will feel in her tight little cunt." I handed 
him his glasses, and head hanging, he walked toward the 
men's room with his shirt tails out of his trousers and 
his shirt front wide open. He made it unseen. I knew he 
would, I had checked the aisles pretty carefully and 
except for the old bitch that had probably run to her 
car with a throbbing clit, there weren't many people 
around. Except for the seven year old boy in the comic 
book section.

I walked up to the little boy who was a darling little 
fuck-package. I could almost imagine my dick sliding 
down his slender throat and making his neck bulge. My 
swollen dick was pushing out the front of my jeans. 
"Hey, kid, the guy who just went into the bathroom 
dropped his wallet. I'll give you a dollar if you take 
it to him."

I didn't see the scene in the bathroom, but I can 
imagine Todd's humiliation, standing there with his 
dick out back far enough from the urinal to be seen, 
his pants puddled around his feet. His shirt wide open, 
so this little boy could see everything. This seven 
year old boy could see his tits and fuck-meat and ball 
sack. 

The kid came running out with a kind of freaked out 
look on his face. I had to laugh. The kid dropped the 
wallet and left the store. I picked up the billfold. I 
entered the bathroom to see Todd standing there, bright 
pink from embarrassment, his hands hiding his genitals.

"You fucking bastard," he cried. Brave boy. I laughed 
and took no offense. I reached back and locked the 
bathroom door. Then I walked over to him and slid his 
shirt off his shoulders, leaving him pretty much bare 
assed naked. I shoved him onto his knees.

"Get your face into that urinal," I barked, lowering my 
own trousers. He was making noises like he couldn't 
breathe, so I slammed him in the gut. He buried his 
face in the piss stinking urinal. "Now lick. I wanna 
see and hear you licking that urinal clean."

While he licked the urinal, gagging every few tongue 
swipes, not believing anyone could this sick, I took a 
closer look at his ass. It was a beauty, all right. 
Perfectly muscled hairless ass-cheeks, nice deep crack, 
and in between the tightest sweetest pink asshole you 
ever wanna see.

I massaged his ass cheeks and spread them wide apart. 
He whined, "Please don't do that. Please don't fuck 
me."

"You just keep licking piss. You'll be fine. This will 
be over with in no time." I put a little spit on my big 
dickhead and positioned it at his pussy-pucker.

"NNNNOOoooooooooo!! Please don't do, nooooooooo!!" He 
moaned over and over like some Asian mantra. I reached 
one hand around and began to finger his five inch 
flaccid prick. I snapped it a couple of times just for 
fun and rolled his nuts in my hand, all the while 
pushing with my dickhead at the prick-pit.

"You are going to like being fucked once you get used 
to it. I can tell. You are going to need to be fucked 
several times a day. I know a kid that reminds me of 
you. He's eighteen years old and a waiter at one of my 
favorite restaurants. He thought he was straight too, 
fucked girls all through high school. 

After a few months with me, he learned about his true 
nature. Now he can't stand it if he doesn't get a dick 
up his pussy every couple of hours. Kid needs to be 
fucked at least five times a day, it's like a drug 
addiction. Hey, maybe that's why it's called an a-dick-
tion. Anyway, all he thinks about is cock and getting 
fucked. You're going to be like that, I can tell."

 I reached over and flushed the urinal on his head. At 
the same time I forced my dickhead into his ass ring. 
He screamed and fell forward, his face smashing into 
the piss trough. I shoved my dick in to the balls. I 
held him up by the waist and banged his little body 
against my groin. He was making all sorts of inhuman 
noises.

I noticed a piece of chewed gum lying in the pissy 
urinal. "Eat that gum, you fuck-wad," I barked, 
slamming my prick deeper into his guts. Who knows how 
many guys had pissed on that gum, how soaked with man 
and boy pee it was, and who had chewed it first. He 
scraped it off the trough and started to chew it, 
gagging and sobbing, gulping for air as I split his 
rectum open for the first time. "Think how your wife 
would like my dick. Think how she would love to feel a 
real man cock in her instead of a peanut."

I told you at the start that I was horny, so it didn't 
take much time. Usually I get a blow job before I fuck 
so it can last longer, but this time it just didn't 
happen that way. I shot a load up his ass while he 
choked out something about protection and disease and 
shit like that. I rested on his back until my prick 
subsided enough to withdraw. Then I grabbed him by the 
hair and yanked him around.

"See that? That's shit and blood on my dick. The blood 
is to be expected the first few times. But I don't like 
a shitty dick. From now on you better keep that hole of 
yours spotless for me. You buy a douche bag and douche 
three or four times a day. I don't want to see a single 
streak of shit on my dick the next time I fuck you."

He was hysterical, his glasses were streaked with water 
and piss. His nose was running something fierce. His 
eyes were red. "There, there isn't going to be a next 
time, I, I..."

"Shut the fuck up you pathetic piece of shit. There 
will be a next time, and the next time will be tomorrow 
night. Same time, same station. But tomorrow night you 
will wear the tightest pair of jeans you can buy. If I 
can't see every wrinkle on your dick, you will be truly 
sorry. And no underwear. No underwear ever, unless I 
say differently. And a tee shirt, white, thin, and 
tight. I wanna see the color of your nipples through 
the material. And don't give me any work dress code 
shit, cause I see plenty of clerks in jeans here. "

"What, what will I tell my wife. I never dress like 
that.

"What the fuck do I care. Tell her it's the new you. 
Tell her you are meeting your fuck-date. Now your ass 
is going to hurt a lot tonight and tomorrow. But its 
fine. The first time you shit, cum and blood will come 
out, but that will soon stop. You are going to make a 
fine pussy, you can take some pride in that. Just trust 
me. I know what I am doing. Oh, and no more fucking 
your wife until I give you permission. Sorry about 
that, but it will all be for the best in the end, 
you'll see. 

"Now tomorrow night you will present to me a complete 
biography of your life. I want to know about your 
family, brothers or sisters, school, everything. I want 
to know how many bitches you fucked and when and how 
many times. I wanna know how many blow jobs you've had, 
and it had better be detailed. I wanna know the names 
and ages of the cunts. I wanna know who you friends are 
and all about your wife and her family. It will make 
our games more interesting, I promise you. "

"Please, may I go to the toilet? It's running out of my 
ass."

"Sure, after you lick my dick clean. You got it dirty, 
you lick it clean."

"I've never had a, I can't, I'll get sick. I'll puke. 
It's got shit on it."

"It's your shit, not mine. You think I want it?

His cute face screwed up something awful. "Could, could 
I wash it off, I could wash it?"

"I want you to lick it with your tongue. I want you to 
taste your filthy shit so from now on you keep your 
pussy clean. And I want you to taste the wonderful 
taste of my big fat prick."

"I don't think I can sir. I'm trying, honest to God, 
but I don't think I can."

"Either you lick the shit off my dick in ten seconds, 
or I will take off my pants, sit on your face, and take 
a shit down your throat."

He licked my dick. Oh, he gagged some, but he kept his 
puke down. I knew he was a natural. 

"Don't forget to lick my balls too. There's some sperm 
on them."

When he finished, he lay crumpled on the floor in a 
heap.

"How does it feel to be a faggot? You've always been 
one, you know, you just didn't realize it. But I am 
going to help you realize your full faggot potential. 
Tomorrow night I am going to teach you how to suck cock 
properly. And tell wifey you will be home late 
tomorrow, inventory or something. 

You are one pretty little hunk of fuck-flesh. I am 
going to have fun corrupting you. Now you better get 
back to work before you really do lose your job. See 
you tomorrow at seven."

When I unlocked and opened the bathroom door, there 
were two teenage punks waiting there to piss. Cute 
fucking little assholes too. They started to mouth off, 
but took one look in my eyes and thought better of it. 
Todd made it to the stall before they saw him.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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