Hole – Page 1

A homeless young man looking working finds himself in a sadist's dungeon in this new series from Horny Old Fag!

Hole - Page 1
by Horny Old Fag
Series: Hole
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The moment I pulled into the Walmart parking lot, I spotted the shirtless and barefoot stud stalking the aisles flashing a “Will Work for Food" sign, and nearly creamed my jeans. I sped over to ask if he was serious.

“Abso-fucking-lutely, man. I haven't eaten anything since the day before yesterday. People see a big, strong, white guy like me begging and think I’m either lazy or on drugs. But, I’m not. I want to work. I really do. I’ll do anything.”

“I’ve got some chores you can do around the house.”

“You serious, man? That would be rad. I’m Skip by the way. Skipper Johnson.”

Skipper. What a pansy name. “I’m Mick. You got somewhere to stay, Skippy?”

“Not really. I bunk down under the boardwalk at night. Got rolled by a biker gang last month, though, so I’m sleeping with one eye open.”

“Hop in, Skippy. You can stay in my basement until you find a place.”

“Really? That’s so--.”

“Rad. I know.”

Skippy climbed into my pickup and asked what kind of work I had as we pulled out.

“This and that. Some stuff in the basement.”

“Moving things around, you mean? Because, I’m pretty strong.”

“Yes, you are.” Big and stupid, just the way I like my holes.

“Having a roof over my head and bed to sleep in at night means the world to me.”

“There’s a mattress in the basement you can crash on.”

“Sounds good. And, I’ll do whatever chores need done. You got animals? Because I’m great with animals.”

“Used to. Not anymore.”

“Cool. You live far away?”

“About five miles further up the road.”

“My grandparents had a farm. I went there when I was a kid. But I’ve lived in the city ever since.”

I grunted.

Skippy propped his big dogs on the dashboard and rubbed his soles. “Hope you don’t mind. That asphalt gets fucking hot. Excuse my language.”

“You got a potty mouth, do you?”

“Uh, sometimes, I guess, maybe. Not really, no.”

“Well, which is it.”

“No, I don’t normally talk that way. My old man was an evangelist minister. I know better. Boy, do I ever.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“He beat you? Touch you wrong? You can tell me.”

“What? No. Do we have to talk about this?”

“Sometimes it helps to get things out in the open. But, no. We’re almost there.”

I turned off onto the long dirt road that led up to my aunt’s farmhouse. Well, mine now that she’s passed. She left the place to me, along with a hefty savings account.

Skippy plopped his feet on the floor and hunched over with a moan. “Both.”

“I’m sorry?”

“He beat me and touched…my privates.”

I was at a loss for words at Skippy’s sudden confession. I guided the pickup down the rutted road as fast as I dared and skidded to a stop before the house. As soon as we got inside, I offered the kid a beer, which he promptly chugged. We chatted for a while about his pitiful childhood, until he grew too groggy to articulate his thoughts. He mumbled a few minutes longer and toppled over on his side. Drool oozed from the corners of his agape mouth. I rubbed my burgeoning boner over his lips and choked his gurgling throat for a brief second before zipping my dick away and dragging the delirious bum downstairs. I shucked off his jeans. His fat boner popped out like a Jack-in-the-Box, and not the fast food kind. I wriggled a finger up his stinky hole and massaged his prostate. He groaned and oozed pre-cum. I pitched the droopy bum onto the dingy mattress in the corner and trussed his ass snug as a bug in a rug in a network of strategically tied ropes, hobbling his sinewy limbs in case the drugs suddenly wore off. When breaking in a new hole, one can never be too careful.

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3 Comments

  1. 31118azti - February 29, 2020, 11:30 am

    What a way to start your day!

  2. scotts60143 - March 4, 2020, 7:32 pm

    What a great start to the story! And, who said you can’t find anything useful at a Walmart!! As an interesting aside, no one will be looking for the guy so who knows how long he might be in that basement!!

  3. darkmusingsofahornyoldfag - March 5, 2020, 4:10 pm

    Thanks, guys!

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