It was going to be a slow night. After six years, I could smell it. I needed money bad, though. I couldn't waste my time on window shoppers. I needed the kind of money that came from being taken home and getting abused all night. I needed to do something that would attract that kind of attention. But what?

While I thought, I followed an old guy into the bathroom and sucked him off. The old fucker couldn't get it up and blamed me. He tossed a couple of ones in the toilet and turned to leave. I yelled at him to keep his fucking money and buy himself some Viagra.

Asshole.

I fished out the bills and dried them under the hand blower. Smoking limp cigars in the fucking toilet all night definitely wasn't cutting it.

Then it came to me, like a flash. It always happens like that. I'm brain dead 95% of the time, then--BOOM--for five seconds I'm a fucking genius.

I walked to the McDonald's and bought a small soda, then walked back to my bench. I finished the soda, took off my shirt and undid the safety pin holding my fly shut. I got an ice cube out of my soda cup and held it on my right nipple.

Instantly, potential buyers began to gather. Melted ice trickled down my body, my un-scalped dickhead hung out of my fly, and that big old safety pin was between my teeth.

It took several ice cubes, but I finally lost all feeling in my nipple.

I held up the safety pin for the growing crowd to see. I popped it open then put the point against the side of my nipple.

People shouted, "Do it!"

I locked eyes with a likely pair in the back and slowly pushed the pin in.

Jesus Christ, that hurt like hell!

I did my best not to rip the thing back out and start screaming like a baby. I gritted my teeth, pushed through to the other side, and hooked the safety pin closed.

I was still staring at those two in the back. One had reached over and was rubbing the other one's crotch for him.

The crowd cheered. "Do the other one!"

A weasely guy in front dropped to his knees and tried to nibble on my foreskin.

The guy rubbing his buddy's crotch reached through the crowd, grabbed the weasel by the back of the shirt and tossed him away. Then he took a hold of my safety pin and I got to my feet fast. They led me to their car, the crotch-rubber dragging me by my freshly speared nipple.

Both of them were huge and ugly as shit, only the guy with the pre-warmed crotch looked like really, really, really ugly shit.

We got in the car; all three of us in the front seat. We negotiated the terms--basically "You pay me what I need and you can do anything you want"--then Ugly pulls out his meat.

Now, I've been doing this for six years and I've seen some pretty bizarre dicks before, but Ugly's stick took the grand prize. It was only about five inches, but that was across. Lengthwise it was about four.

"You sure you didn't put that thing on wrong?"

I could tell Ugly wasn't laughing as he pushed my head down to his plank. I got as much as I could in my mouth and the fucking thing started swelling.

Uglier was pulling my jeans down and started shoving something up my ass. From the way my hole was tearing I was pretty sure it was a plastic model of Ugly's stick.

They worked together on both of my holes like they were rehearsing a dance. Then Ugly started grunting and his dick got even fatter. Uglier shoved the plug hard up my ass, Ugly exploded into my mouth, my windpipe closed off and I blacked out.

I woke up in a sling with my hands and ankles tied. I didn't feel so hot. Something nasty was nesting in my mouth, my tit was on fire and my asshole was throbbing so hard I could hear it.

I was dropping back off to sleep when the Ugly Twins came in. I tried not to laugh. Those damn leather costumes are hard for me to take seriously.

They skipped the pleasantries and Uglier stabbed a safety pin through my other nipple. I got serious real fast. It was ten times worse without the ice and I couldn't keep back the tears.

Uglier closed the safety pin. A chain was attached to it. Uglier connected the safety pins with the chain. The chain was exactly the right length, pulling my nipples towards each other but not enough to tear the safety pins out. Hopefully.

Concentration was hard with my tits skewered together like that but then, I don't think they were expecting me to do much besides lie there and take it.

The sling was hooked up to this pulley system. Ugly worked some ropes and my head went down while my ass went up. Then he stuck that fucking 4X5 in my mouth again and Uglier popped out the butt plug. I didn't realize I had such a tight grip on the thing and the pain of having it ripped free made me chomp down on Ugly.

He yelped and pulled out then he yanked hard on the chain between my nipples. I yelped back, apologizing. He stuck himself back in.

I couldn't see what the hell Uglier was doing but he was mighty busy with my asshole. Soon there was no mistaking that he was preparing to fist me.

Now, being fisted is never my favorite thing, but there are ways of making it less painful. Uglier didn't know them. Either that, or he didn't give a shit.

With the amount of pain I was in, I thought for sure Uglier had that arm of his in up to the shoulder. Between that and Ugly's fire hydrant making it impossible to breath, I was close to passing out again.

Then Ugly pulled out of my mouth and all I had to worry about was how much more of himself Uglier planned on cramming into my chute.

I closed my eyes and did some relaxation exercises I read in a magazine once. The article forgot to mention that they weren't effective during fisting.

Ugly joined Uglier at my hoisted-up ass. He was whacking that weird meat of his, getting off on the sight of his lover with only one arm. Then--and I could not fucking believe this--he starts to wiggle his fingers in alongside Uglier's arm. He got all four fingers into me and was adding the thumb when I started screaming.

That's when I saw the belt. It was in Uglier's other hand. No doubt, he had planned on sticking that up me, too. When I started screaming, he raised the belt over his head and brought it down hard on that nipple chain.

I passed out again.

The second time I came to I was on a mattress on the floor, my right wrist handcuffed to a ring in the wall. I'd been pissed on. It could have been by me, I guess, but I don't usually get it in my hair. Then again, I don't usually piss while hanging upside down in a sling. Whoever's piss it was, though, I was pretty well drenched in it and being pissed on, like being fisted, ranks real high on my list of Things I Wouldn't Let People Do To Me If I Wasn't Getting Paid For It.

I tried to sit up, but my ass was too sore. My left nipple was partially torn. The chain and the safety pin on the left were gone, but the right nipple pin was still in. My flash of genius was looking pretty fucking stupid by now, so I concentrated on the money I'd be getting and not on the pain.

I looked over at the sling and Ugly was in it. Uglier was working his arm into his ass and Ugly was squirming and begging and trying to get more. Uglier looked like a proud papa delivering his own baby.

After working his arm in and out like a saw, Uglier grabs a hold of Ugly's dick with his free hand and starts yanking. Ugly shoots a load that hits the ceiling and it rains back down on both of them.

Uglier pulls out his arm, unties Ugly and Ugly drops to his knees at Uglier's feet. He licks his way up from the boots to Uglier's cock and starts munching enthusiastically.

Uglier was getting pretty worked up by now, so he grabbed Ugly by the ears and took over. Ugly stopped munching and made like an asshole, and Uglier fucked him hard. He pulled out, made a noise like a dying elephant, and practically suffocated poor Ugly with the thickest wads of cum I have ever seen. Ugly ended up looking like the Incredible Melting Man, strings of creamy spunk stretching from his face to the floor.

Ugly left and Uglier came over to me. He stared down at my limp dick. I knew he was wondering. They all do.

Ugly, who I figured had gone to unclog his face, came back still trailing cheese and carrying--hang on now--a pig. A live one.

It squealed this horrible pig squeal and Ugly kind of holds it down on the mattress in front of me, butt end in my face.

"Fuck it."

I looked up at Uglier. "What?"

"Fuck the pigbottom."

Now that's getting just a little too literal for me.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Even if I was attracted to the pig, which I'm not, I can't get it hard."

"Bullshit. We're paying you to fuck the pig, so get yourself hard and fuck the pig."

"I can't. I swear."

They didn't believe me.

They tied the pig up and they went to work on me. They sucked, licked, whacked, slapped, tugged, jerked and choked my dick, but it wouldn't budge. It never did. In all these years, I'd never been able to get it up, which left me with few options as a prostitute. Except for the occasional enema job, I was pretty much the designated fuckee. For once, I was mighty grateful for that limp dick.

Ugly took the pig away. The pig seemed grateful, too.

After that, they amused themselves until morning with my body.

By the time the sun came up, I hurt like hell and smelled twice as bad. They paid me my money, plus a hundred dollar tip. We made an appointment for me to come back in two weeks. I knew it would take that long before I could handle them again.

I asked if I could shower, but they said they didn't want me in any other part of their house. They gave me a bottle of water and made sure I went out the back door.

I was going to use most of the water to clean off with, but it tasted so good washing down all their garbage that I ended up drinking it instead.

It was a long walk home and I had to stop a few times to rest.

I was too old for this shit. At eighteen, I couldn't compete with all the little drumsticks on the street. Fuck-toy was the only thing my old man had trained me for, though, so more and more I was doing hardcore scenes, and it was wearing me down.

When I was a block from home, I went to the back of a gas station I knew. They had a hose in back and I stripped and showered, rinsing off all the piss and bloody debris. I took out the safety pin, dried myself off with my T-shirt and got dressed.

When I got back to the apartment I opened the door slowly, in case Benny was sleeping. He wasn't.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Rough night?"

"Not really."

He knew I was lying. Benny always knew when I was lying. It made not telling the truth so much easier.

I went to the bed and kissed him. He looked worse than when I left him last night, but I didn't say anything.

"You're bleeding."

I looked down at the stains on my shirt. "Not any more."

I turned away and headed for the hot plate. I didn't want to see his eyes. I knew what they would look like--a hundred miles deep of Hershey's chocolate, swimming behind tears.

In my life I'd been fisted, whipped, fucked, beaten and shocked in the balls with a cattle prod, but nobody ever hurt me as bad as Benny did when he cried. The first couple of times he did it, I beat him up because it scared me so bad. Nobody should have the power to inflict that kind of pain on someone else.

The first year we were together, I left Benny a lot. But I couldn't get away from those eyes. When we were separated, every john would look at me with them. So I would go on back to Benny since I couldn't escape from them, anyways.

It took a while, but I finally figured out that the only way I could keep them from hurting me was to not make Benny cry. Sometimes, though, that wasn't possible. Especially lately.

I started making breakfast.

"I made enough last night to get your medicine for next month."

"Did you get tested yesterday?"

"I was going to, but they were too busy."

"Tony, you promised."

"I know, but I couldn't. I'll do it tomorrow when I pick up your stuff."

"Promise."

"I promise! For Christ's sake, it's not like it matters any more. Stop nagging me."

"It matters to me."

"And that's why I'm going to do it, so shut the fuck up."

We were silent while I made breakfast.

When I took him his plate, he smiled an apology at me.

I sat on the lawn chair next to the bed and ate.

"Do any hot guys last night?"

"Five."

"All at once?"

"Damn straight."

"What did they do to you?"

"Well, first, they got down on their knees and worshipped me like the god that I am."

Benny giggled. I tried not to smile, but I couldn't help it. Four years we'd been together and that giggle still drove me wild.

"What did they do next?"

"They licked me from head to toe, taking turns with my monster tool. When it reached its full four foot length, they lined up on it and I roasted them like marshmallows."

"You fucked all five of them at once?"

I nodded. "A sixth guy came along and there was room for him, but the other five wouldn't let him on."

He was giggling uncontrollably now and it almost made me cry, he looked so normal.

He wiped away tears--the kind of tears that didn't hurt me--and his eyes were sparkling. "Were you able to get it up at all?"

I shook my head. "As usual."

Benny put down his plate. "Come here."

I took off my clothes and shook my head in amazement at the boner soaring up from my crotch. How did Benny do that?

He made a noise and I knew the welts must still look bad.

I sat on the edge of the bed then slid in beside him. I tried to prepare myself, but the feel of his fragile bones bumping against my body was still a shock.

"What the hell happened to your nipples?"

"I cut myself shaving."

Benny didn't laugh. Those chocolate eyes started swimming and it was too late to look away.

He fought it for a little bit then blurted out, "If it wasn't for me..."

"Shut up!" I swung my legs back out of bed. "Don't start that shit again! I swear to God, I'll leave you for good."

He was silent for a long time. I wanted to lie back down--I needed to feel those bones against me--but I was too afraid of the eyes.

Then he touched me, with just the tip of one finger at the top of my ass crack. It was like pushing a fucking button. Benny knew every damned button, switch and whistle my body contained. He was the only person who'd ever been able to find them. Or maybe he was just the only person who'd ever taken the time to look.

My body was rigid as he slid his finger down inside my crack. He burrowed into the mattress and he located my hole. He wiggled his finger around and erased all my pain. He kissed that spot at the top of my crack and I rolled into his arms. We kissed and Benny's hand closed round my cock. He tugged it once.

Benny and I had signals to tell each other what we wanted. One tug meant he wanted my cock in his mouth.

Of course, these days I wouldn't let him take me into his mouth. I was too afraid I was carrying something that would make him even sicker. But whether his lips were around my cock or just on it, the result was always the same. Benny made me forget.

I got up and kneeled over his face.

He played with my pre-cum, spreading it on my dickhead with his finger. Sometimes he would try to get it back into the piss slit. I wouldn't let him taste it any more, but he put his finger up to his nose, closed his eyes and inhaled. I always felt so fucking proud when he did that, like I was a god or something and anything from me was sacred to him.

He opened his eyes and held his finger up to me. I licked myself off of him, tasting what he missed so much.

He held the head of my cock with one hand, the tip of it resting against his palm. He licked down the underside of my shaft, then kissed his way back up. He put his lips along it sideways and slid them down to my balls, his tongue tickling me.

I closed my eyes and I forgot. There were no johns, no tears and no sickness. There was just Benny.

He pulled one ball into his mouth with his tongue, and his free hand played with the other one. He pinched the skin and rolled the whole thing between his fingers. The one slid out of his mouth and he sucked in the other, teasing the first with his fingers.

I was ready too soon. It was going to happen too fast. I needed for this to last.

I touched his hair, and was suddenly relaxed. It always did that for me. It wasn't as thick as it used to be, but it was still silky soft.

I opened my eyes and he was looking up at me. I brushed back his hair and thought how beautiful he was. That would never change.

His mouth released my balls and his tongue slid up my cock. He was squeezing the head between his fingertips and his tongue ran along underneath the ridge. It was a light touch at first, but soon it pushed hard, as if he wanted to pop it off like a bottle cap.

He wedged two fingers against the ridge and scissored the end of my dick between them. With his tongue stroking fast up and down my shaft and flicking wildly around my balls, he squeezed those fingers tight.

I held on to him and rocked on my knees as my glans fucked his fingers.

He worked the thumb of his free hand into my asshole and held it there. With every rock forward, I fucked his fingers and with every rock back, his thumb fucked my hole.

After an eternity I screamed, both from pleasure and from the pain of my returning memory. I climbed off of him and I ripped back the covers. I stood at the foot of the bed with my bursting dick in my hands and I came all over the bottoms of Benny's feet. His toes wiggled and his feet squirmed and there were no signs of illness as Benny's giggles brought me joy.

Then he started coughing and it took me ten minutes to calm him down.

I got him some water and washed his face off with a cool rag, then I slid in beside him again.

He laid his head on my shoulder and lightly touched my sore nipples and several of the welts. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

I took a deep breath and I looked into Benny's eyes.

It hurt like hell.

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