Coffee House Crime
Marty saw him across the crowded coffee house. He excused himself from the crowd of boys around him and strode confidently across the room. One might even have said he strutted. Or one might not. These things really depend after all.
“Jon what are you doing here? Slumming?”
Jon looked up and saw his ex-boyfriend smiling
invitingly over his coffee cup.
“Look check me on this but you dumped my ass right?”
“Yeah.”
“And we don’t live together anymore, right?”
“Again, yeah.”
”So that means I have zero tolerance for your shit right now. Get lost.”
“Were you this charming when I dated you?”
“Aren’t you gone yet?”
“Oh baby this is good. You’re gonna charm the pants right off me.”
“Really?”
“What do you think?”
“No. That
was sarcasm huh?”
“You’re such a bright boy. No wonder you get all those scholarships.” He patted Jon’s head with obvious
condescension.
“Do you know what I wonder sometimes when I have
free time?”
“Which is all the time.”
“Well, yeah. Admittedly. But still.”
”Well then tell me, you know how I find your theories fascinating.”
“No you don’t.”
“Have we had this talk about sarcasm yet?”
“Spell it.”
“I-T”
“No spell sarcasm.
I’ll bet 5 bucks you can’t do it.”
“You’ll just lie even if I get it right.”
“Here’s a five” Jon said pulling a bill out of his
pocket and passing it to Marty. That
comment was worth the money.
Marty took it.
Five dollars was after all five dollars.
“Now Jon honey, I need a favor.”
“People in hell need ice-water, what the fuck does
that have to do with me?”
“I thought you might be willing to help me out. For the sake of all we once meant to each
other.” Marty said tilting his head to one side and placing his hand on Jon’s
upper arm. Jon concentrated on not
melting.
“Fuck off” he said after a moment.
“Nice” Marty said “that was almost believable.”
“Look let me be completely honest. Are you going to sleep with me in return for
this favor.”
“Maybe.”
”No, no ‘maybe’ bullshit. Because if
the answer is yes than yeah I probably will do it. And if the answer is no then there’s no chance in hell.”
“Well Jon you’re desperate and low but let no one
say you’re not honest about it.”
“Hey” he said flashing his widest grin “we all have
our strong points.”
“Really, what are yours?” Jon’s grin vanished. “Now don’t pout. You look so cute when you pout.” Marty continued and watch Jon
start to smile again. ‘God this is too
easy’ he thought to himself.
“Well?” Jon prodded.
“No” I’m not going to sleep with you. I have a boyfriend.”
“Yeah I know” Jon said bitterly.
“Oh what, you’re jealous and you want to kick his
ass?”
“Of course.”
“You’re so predictable.”
“What do you want from me?”
“That’s the interesting thing. I want you to beat somebody up for me.”
“You’re boyfriend?” Jon asked hopefully.
“No. The
leg-breaker of a guy I owe money to.”
“Your bookie?”
“More like a loan shark.”
“I don’t fuck with guys who carry guns.”
“Nothing that high stakes. Nothing worth murdering about.”
“And why should I care if you’re legs get
broken. It’s not like I’m the one
you’re putting them behind your head for now is it?”
“Is everything about sex with you?”
“No, just everything having to do with you is about
sex as far as I’m concerned. By the way
you haven’t asked what I wonder about yet.”
“Fine, what do you wonder about in, what was your expression;
oh yes, in your ‘copious free time.”
“You have no idea what copious means do you?”
“Shut up.”
“Anyway what I wonder is why I can’t hate you while
I’m sleeping with you. That’s it’s only
when you’re fucking somebody else that I remember that I can’t stand you.”
“That’s because I’ve got you dick whipped.”
“Fuck you.”
“Which is why I won’t sleep with you in exchange for
this favor.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Because after we fuck, you’ll be following me
around for days like a love sick puppy.
I really don’t’ need that shit, and it might screw up my new
realationship.”
“If you’re imagining I give a fuck, you’re pretty
heavy into let’s pretend.”
“But you are going to help me out though.”
“Let me put this as succinctly as possible, fuck off
and stay the hell out of my life.”
“In a word, no.”
Abruptly Jon shoved him. It was a hard shove and Jon was strong. Marty traveled 3 feet backwards until he hit and bounced off the
wall. Jon strode out the back exit and
into the parking lot.
Marty, furious, ran out after him.
“You think you’re such a fucking tough guy!” Jon spun around at the insult from behind.
“What I think is that I am sick to death of you
fucking with my head! You got me. I have Zero Fucking Tolerance for your shit
anymore. As of now, you don’t talk to
me and you don’t fucking come near me.
Not unless you want to get hurt.”
“Again with the tough guy shit! ‘Don’t come near me, don’t touch me.” Marty said mocking Jon’s intonations. He sneered. “You didn’t sound so tough when you were begging me to fuck
you. You weren’t so goddamned hard when
it might have done you some good.”
“You piece of shit.”
“I’m sorry was that hitting below the belt? I didn’t think it would hurt there’s so
little to hurt.”
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Do it. Show
me how tough you are.”
Jon advanced on him. His eyes flared with rage
He grabbed Marty by the shoulders and shook him. His breath was ragged as he struggled for
self control. Tears of pain and rage
leaked down his face.
“What the hell is this?” cried a new voice. It was Thomas, Marty’s new boyfriend. “Marty, what’s he doing to you? Get the hell away from him!”
Jon whirled on him.
All the fiery rage that Marty had stoked in him found an acceptable
target. He drove his shoulder hard into
Thomas’ chest. Then locking his arms
around the guy’s waist he swept his legs out from under him. Thomas’s head bounced hard off the
concrete. Jon took side control and
drove his knee hard into Thomas’s side and his elbow down into his face. He stood up and kicked him again in the head
for good measure.
“Next time you ask me a question asshole, your voice
had damned well better go up at the end.”
Marty applauded softly, mockingly in the
background. “Very nice, very nice.”
Jon shook slightly as the affects of the adrenalin
rush faded.
“Pretty boy here isn’t so pretty anymore.”
“He really was a nice guy.”
“I don’t give a shit, really.”
“Did I ever tell you I find violence a turn on?”
“I don’t care.
You’re manipulative, you’re shitty and I’m done with you.” He glared at Marty who affected not to
notice. He walked towards the door
Marty was leaning against.
“You’re in my way.”
“You’re gonna have to go through me.” Jon grabbed him under the armpits and swung
him roughly out of the way. Before he
could get through Marty flung himself at his back and tried to lock his arms
around Jon’s throat.
Jon pushed hard on Marty’s bicep breaking the choke
hold. He worked his arm in and turned
his body so he was facing Marty instead of giving up his back. Marty turned his face to him and kissed him
hard. Jon continued struggling for a
second then returned the kiss passionately running his hands vigorously up and
down Marty’s back. Marty’s long, lithe
legs were wrapped around Jon’s waist.
They kissed each other hard and Jon pushed Marty’s back against the wall
of the coffeehouse for leverage. He
worked his crotch against Marty’s ass.
Felt the thrill of the bulge of his cock rubbed against another like
bulge.
Marty rubbed Jon’s hard chest with his hand. He kissed Jon’s ear and throat and felt him
shiver. Then he blew in his ear causing
the hairs on Jon’s neck to stand on end and the skin to prickled. He teased the skin there with his nails,
knowing all the right buttons to press.
Jon’s rhythmic thrusting slowed as he succumbed to the magic Marty was
working on him.
“Slut” Marty breathed in his ear. He shivered at the sound.
“You’re a dirty slut aren’t you? My little whore.” He breathed. Jon’s cock twitched and a moist heat burned
deep in his ass. The little words
stoked his hunger for submission.
“Suck my cock” Marty commanded contemptuously. He gripped Jon’s head hard from behind with
his long delicate hand. He pushed it
down towards his crotch against rapidly fading resistance. His free hand undid his zipper. His cock poked free through the gap in his
boxers.
Jon knelt before him and took the cock deep into his
throat. He relished the familiar
feeling of it brushing past his lips as he bobbed his head up and down, licking
the glans with his tongue piercing.
Marty held his cock in his hand and made wide circles in Jon’s
mouth. Jon loved the slutty feeling of
his mouth being stretched and pulled by the beautiful cock.
“You’re such a slut Jon. Such a perfect slut. So slutty and dirty. So trashy.
You just love submitting to me and sucking my cock. You’re so completely my bitch. You need me to fuck you don’t you?”
“Mmmm” Jon said affirmatively around Marty’s
cock. Marty pushed his head deeper
against his dick forcing it deeper down his throat. Jon swallowed his gag reflex.
“You’re my little cock toy aren’t you. You can’t fight it. You want to be my slave. Why do you try and resist me? Why don’t you just surrender to my erotic
power? You will won’t you?” he cooed.
“Mmmmm” Jon replied.
“No take it out.”
Jon obeyed.
“No don’t look so disappointed. I’ll put it back. You won’t fight me anymore.”
“No” Jon said looking hungrily at Marty’s cock.
“Good. You
promise, not just now while you’re sucking my dick but ever. You won’t fight me anymore ever. You’ll stay my willing slave.”
Jon hesitated.
That didn’t sound so good. He
didn’t always want to be my willing slave.
“You’re trying to fight. Don’t. You don’t want to fight. You want to be my slave. My slut slave. And you’re such a slut.
SO dirty. You have to be dirty
to suck cock. And you you want to suck
my cock don’t you? You want to get
fucked. You do want me to fuck you
don’t you?”
Jon nodded vigorously.
“Then you have to be my slave. Only my slaves get fucked. Only my slaves get to worship my ass. You’d like to worship my ass wouldn’t
you. He turned around to show Jon his
naked ass. It was small but tight and
full. It wasn’t shaved but the hair was
a light black and Jon loved it. It was
inviting. He wanted to bury his face in
it and lick the asshole. Stick his
tongue deep into the hole and hear Marty moan in pleasure.
Marty pressed his ass against Jon’s face. Jon licked and sucked, taking the flesh into
his mouth and nipping delicately with his teeth. Marty moaned as the hot wet pressure of Jon’s tongue stimulated
his anus and the tongue piercing flicked the tip of his prostate.
”Oooh” he said and then pulled his ass away from Jon’s face.
He regarded Jon whose face radiated disappointment
and loss.
“You want to be my slave now don’t you?” he asked.
Jon nodded his head again. He was moved beyond words.
“You love to worship my ass don’t you?”
Jon nodded.
“I’m going to press my ass against your face now and
the last of your will will dissolve.
You will then be my complete slave with no will of your own. You will have no desire except to please me
and obey me so that I will allow you to worship my ass. Do you understand.”
“Yes master.” Jon said.
“Good” Marty said and turned around again and forced
his ass against Jon’s face. Again Jon’s
tongue dived deep into Marty’s anal canal.
The analingus continued for several minutes. Marty worked his cock with his free hand till come exploded into
his fist. He turned around and allowed
Jon to lick his cock clean and then his hand and fingers afterwards. Jon licked up the salty tasting liquid,
savoring the mixture of swear and cum on Marty’s long delicate fingers.
Marty zipped himself up. He lit a cigarette. “Now
was the test’ he thought.
“Well slave?”
“What?”
Marty just looked at him. He inhaled deep on his cigarette and blew it into Jon’s face.
Jon’s eyes closed as the smoke washed over him.
“Yes master.”
Marty smiled.
He blew out the breath he’d been holding.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes master.”
“You can open your eyes now.”
“Thank you master.”
“You don’t have to call me that, Marty will do.”
“Yes Marty.”
”You love me so much don’t you?”
“Yes Marty.”
“And you’re such a cock slut for me.”
“I love you’re cock Marty. It makes me a slut for you.”
Marty savored this.
This was life he thought. And
just in time too. For he recognized the
car pulling up. It was the loan shark
and his goon. He’d arranged to meet him
here at 10 pm. He’d cut it close with
Jon, it was a minute till just when he’d finished zipping his pants. Luckily the loan shark was a little late.
“You didn’t have to bring your goon” Marty said
“I’ve brought the money.”
“Forgive me for not trusting you. You’ve been somewhat less than truthful in
the past.” He was well dressed, a pin
striped suit and slicked back hair. He
wasn’t a big time criminal but he liked the look. And he’d found a niche as a king pin of crime in the coffeehouse
circuit. His friend Gene took care of
the muscle side of things. He had
nothing better to do, and they made decent money. Gene was big, over 6 foot and over 200 pounds both. He wasn’t a very well trained fighter but he
rarely needed to be.
“I’ll tell you what, I have the money, but I’ll bet
what I have here” and he showed the loan shark the stack of bills “that my boy
here can take your friend Gene out in less than a minute.”
“What do you mean by take out?” the loan shark,
whose real name was Michael but who would not admit this and went by Tony.
“Render unconscious.” Marty said.
“That little shrimp knock me out? Boss let me thump him. Gene’s nickname was Thumper because he liked
to ‘thump’ people. Gene thought this
was funny. Not many people went out of
their way to disagree with Gene.
“I’ll take your bet, but I’ll only wager half what
you have there as that is money you already owe me.”
“That sounds fair.” Marty said. “Beat him up for me Jon”
”Yes Marty.” Jon wondered why his name suddenly sounded unfamiliar to his
ears. He wondered why slut or whore
sounded more natural to him. He
shrugged his shoulders. He had instructions
to fulfill.
“Ready” Gene said.
“Punk” he added. Gene towered
over Jon by a good six inches. He threw
a right hand. Jon dropped under the
punch, literally; all the way to one knee, then he shot in and snatched Gene’s
leg out from under him. Gene’s head
bounced off the parking lot with a sound similar to the one Marty’s boyfriend’s
head had made.
Gene recovered quicker and kicked at Jon’s head as
he went down. Jon avoided his leg and
straddled Gene’s chest leaning low. He
locked his hands in a triangle around Gene’s neck and scissored his left
forearm across Gene’s throat. Gene
struggled for breath but the forearm pushed deeper and deeper against his
throat. His face began to turn colors
and his eyes to bug out as he struggled for breath. His eyes rolled up in his head and his limbs began to shake and
convulse. Jon made no sign of stopping.
“He’s out” Marty said to Tony. “Do you want my man to stop?”
“Yes, tell him to stop. Make him stop! That’s
inhuman!”
”Stop Jon” he ordered.
“Yes Marty” he said and immediately stopped choking
his opponent.
Tony threw his money at Marty.
“I’m just a criminal he said but you’re a monster.”
Jon started towards him in Marty’s defense but Marty
barred his way with one hand and he subsided.
“Just go” Marty said.
And Tony slapped Gene a few times till his eyes
popped open.
“What happened?” Gene asked.
“He thumped you.” Tony said.
“He thumped me?”
“Yeah ya mook.
He thumped you. Now let’s get
out of here.”
“I’ve been thumped” Gene said in mock despair “what
will my parents think?”
“Shut up?” Tony said tiredly, but somewhat
goodnaturedly. They really were friends
after all. They drove off, probably to
get drunk somewhere and pick up sleazy girls.
Possibly off to a brothel in Las Vegas but possibly not. All in all that’s likely a different story.
About this time Thomas began to wake up from the
thrashing he’d received.
“What happened?”
“You fought against Tony’s goon and he thumped you.”
”He did?”
“He did.”
“What happened to you?”
“Jon showed up and saved me.”
“Thanks” Thomas said and extended his hand.
“Shake his hand Jon”
“Yes Marty” and shook Thomas’s hand.
“That’s kind of creepy Marty.”
”Really, I hadn’t noticed. Could you
give us a few minutes Thomas, I want to say thank you to Jon.”
“Allright” Thomas said but he didn’t look happy
about it. He went inside though leaving
the two ex-boyfriends alone.
“Jon?
Slave?”
“Yes Marty” Jon said eagerly at being addressed
correctly.
“This won’t do.
It’s been fun but I can’t do this.
I want you to drop into a trance for me.”
“A trance?”
“Imagine sucking my cock.”
“Mmmm” Jon said.
“You’re happy now aren’t you?”
“Mmmm”
“Good. Now
listen carefully. You will forget
everything that has happened tonight.
You will only remember that we met exchanged harsh words. Then you left and I came out to the parking
lot to apologize. You won’t remember
what I said but when I count down from 5 to 1 you will wave goodbye and leave
knowing only that I still love you and care for you. I do you know. Care for
you despite everything we’ve done to each other. I’m not a complete monster no matter what Tony said or you
think.
Still that’s besides the point. All you will remember is that I really love
you but that it can’t work out between us.
You won’t obsess over me and you won’t hate me. You will get on with your life. And you will no longer be my slave. Your free will will return.
One last command.
If I should ever blow smoke in your face, your eyes will drop shut and
you will return to this hypnotic trance.
All the old feelings will rush back and you will once again be my
helpless slave.” He reached out and
touched his fingertips along the side of Jon’s face. There may have been tears leaking from his eyes but that may have
just been my imagination.
He walked to the coffeehouse door. Then he counted down from 5 and when he got
to one Jon’s eyes popped open. They
waived goodbye to each other and I got into my car and I drove away. He’s wrong, I’ve always known he’s really
loved me. I just don’t know how to stop
loving him.