Landlord gets his rent out of me

So, this happened last week when I got home late from work. It was Friday night. I couldn’t wait to get there, take a long shower and get into bed asap.

I entered my building where I met my landlord, Peter. Fuck!

Peter was a towering man, easily over six foot five, with a presence that made the dimly lit hallway feel even narrower. His beard was scruffy and unkempt, and his greasy hair clung to his forehead in uneven strands. The smell of stale sweat and cheap whiskey clung to him like a second skin. His flannel shirt was stained and stretched tight over his broad frame with his worn black construction boots, and the way he always leaned just slightly too close made my stomach churn.

Peter was slouched against the wall near the mailboxes, a half-empty bottle in his hand. His eyes locked onto me immediately, a predator spotting prey.

He slurred my name, straightening up with an unsettling grin. “Good to see ya.”

My heart sank. I was a month behind on rent, and the last thing I needed was this confrontation. “Evening, Peter” I muttered, attempting to breeze past him.

But he moved with surprising speed, falling into step beside me as I headed for the stairs. “Been meanin’ to talk to you,” he said, his breath reeking of alcohol. “You got my money yet?”

“I’ll have it soon,” I lied, fumbling in my bag for my keys, praying he’d leave it at that. Times have been tough, since coming out of the pandemic, I just haven't recovered.

We reached my door. My fingers brushed against the empty pocket where my keys should’ve been. Panic bloomed in my chest. “Damn it,” I whispered. Of coarse in this moment, I would of coarse have lost my apartment keys.

Peter chuckled darkly. “Lost your key? Lucky for you, I got a spare. Why don’t you come with me to get it.”

I hesitated. Every instinct screamed to refuse, to run, but the alternative was sleeping in the hallway with Peter lurching all night. I managed a smile and nodded.

“Good, this won't take long” he said, motioning me toward the basement stairwell. His grin widened. “Let’s get this taken care of”

As we approached his apartment, his heavy boots were thudding against the floor. I followed reluctantly. The door to his unit creaked open. “Come in” he muttered, gesturing toward the couch, “keys are in the drawer.”

Peter shut the door behind me with a heavy thud, the sound making my chest tighten. I stayed near the entrance, unwilling to step further.

“Keys are somewhere in here” he muttered as he fumbled in a drawer, then turned abruptly, his expression hardening. “But let’s talk first. Rent’s overdue. You think I don’t notice?”

“I told you, I’ll have it soon” I said, my voice firmer than I felt.

Peter laughed, a low, guttural sound that made my skin crawl. “You think I’m stupid? ‘Soon’ don’t pay my bills.” He stepped closer, the room seeming smaller with his bulk filling it. “You’ve been dodging me for weeks. That stops now.”

My heart pounded as I tried to hold my ground. “I just need a little more time. I promise.”

Peter slammed the drawer shut, the energy rattling the table. “Promises don’t mean shit.” He leaned in, his alcohol-laced breath hot on my face. “Maybe it’s time we work out another kind of arrangement.”

He laid his hand on me and caressed my face. “What the fuck?” I said firm. “Get your hands off…” my voice faded as he suddenly grabbed me by the neck. I had difficulty breathing.

“You know…” he said in a low voice. “I get lonely sometimes”. “Let… go…” I tried screaming. “It’s been a while since I… had some relief. You know what I mean?” I couldn’t breathe. My hands grabbed his wrist but his grip around my neck was too tight. Then he let go. I gasped as I fell to my knees.

The room was spinning. I was unable to say anything and my body was shaking.

I heard how he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. As I looked up Peter began massaging his penis through his boxers. He groaned. “You know I heard fags like you give decent head. Is that true?”

What the fuck? How did he know I was gay? I felt embarrassed. “I… uhh.. don’t know what you…” He ignored me and removed his boxers and his pants. His thick cock was peeking out of a thick bush of pubic hair. No way I was having that in my mouth. I looked passed my landlord at his door, my freedom. He chuckled and walked towards the door “there’s no way you’re leaving before you paid your rent.” My heart sank as he locked the door.

He sat down in a chair in his living. “Lick ‘em” as he pointed at his balls. I tried to get up… “No!” He said firmly. “Crawl to me.” I sighed. But decided to do as he said. In this moment, I didn't have a choice, it was this or potentially be homeless. I crawled over until the thick head of his cock was in front of me. “Well? Start licking!” He ordered after he slapped me hard across the face. I closed my eyes in disgust as I dragged my tongue across his low hanging balls. I tasted his musky sweat as i felt the coarse hairs on my tongue. He growled and threw his head back. “That’s it.”

“Now suck it fag” he ordered after a while. I hesitated. He grabbed my head and pushed his dick in my mouth and down my throat. I choked as he pushed my head up and down. I felt his thick cock sliding in and out of my throat, as his salty precum oozed in my throat. I felt disgusted. I guess his dick hit my teeth cause he yelped, pulled out of my mouth, slapped me hard in the face again, knocking me to the floor and angrily telling me to "watch the teeth". I was unable to get away. While laying on the floor, he got up and held my arms down and straddled my face, forcing his penis down my throat and lightly fucking my face. He kept forcing my head down, burying my nose in his pubes, his throbbing cock down my throat. “Yeah….” He moaned. I panicked as I was again unable to breathe. This time because my face was locked between his thick thighs.

Then he let go and suddenly stood up. I lifted my head. Tears sprang from my eyes as I gasped. I fell backwards and was drooling a mixture of saliva and precum.

The room was spinning. I tried to get up but I was too dizzy. Fuck! I looked at Peter and saw that he had gotten fully naked at this time, except for his dirty socks and boots. He ordered me to take off my clothes as well. I hesitated but was too afraid to go against him. I reluctantly took all my clothes off slowly. I guess I went too slow, he slapped my ass and he grabbed my arm and pushed me into the adjacent bedroom.

“Stand over there.” He ordered and gestured towards the mirror in the corner of the room. He stood behind me. He moved his hands over my shoulders and down my waste. With his foot he kicked my feet apart and spread my butt cheeks. “Look at that pretty pink pussy!”

My landlord spat on one hand, and with other bent me forward over his bed. I could feel his wet fingers on my sphincter. “Hmm…” he groaned as he entered me. I moaned in pain as he was fingering me with one finger. “Look in the mirror. I want you to look at yourself as you pay your rent’”

I looked over and saw how he was working my ass. I was startled at how big he looked next to me. His big, hairy and masculine physique towered over me. I started moaning louder as his finger kept on moving in further and further. When he pulled his finger back there was no time for me to catch my breath. He immediately pressed his cock against my sphincter. He groaned as he rammed his manhood inside of me. I let out a painful scream and grimaced in agony as I felt his thick cock entering me against my will.

Peter once again made me to look over to the mirror. I saw his hips thrust back and forth violently. He the pushed his body forward so I fell over onto the bed. I felt his weight as he lowered himself on top of me. I felt scared. His body was hot and sweaty. I felt his beard in my neck and i could smell the alcohol on his breath as he gasped “oh… baby… yeah. Your pussy… feels nice…” He started moaning and groaning louder as his thrusts became faster. Every thrust was hard, deep, and violent. He'd pull almost all the way out and then slam it in hard, knocking the air out of my lungs and making a grunt every time his body rammed into mine. He clenched my wrists hard, holding me down and unable to resist and I could feel his balls slap against mine. “Ohhh…” he moaned loudly. I was filled with disgust watching myself in the mirror, bent over while this man three times my age rammed himself into me with no regard for whether I enjoyed it.

The entire time I couldn't get used to his size, he was massive inside of me. Eventually the hard thrusting was too much to handle. He didn't tell me it was happening, but I felt it. In the moment I felt like I could hurl. His thrusts became more rigid but I felt his penis pulsate inside of me, his breathing was heavier and due to how violent he was on my hole, it burned with every squirt of his DNA in my stomach. Once I felt the burning, I involuntarily groaned in agony. This only egged him on and he kept going saying I was gonna get more. I don't know how long it took, but my body went limp and this turned him on when I finally gave up. He rammed me even harder, which I didn't know what possible. This caused me to yelp and scream more, I took his pounding until finally he roared "here you go baby". "Take my baby you fag".

After he finished the second time, he laid there a few moments on top of me. I felt his cock still rock hard inside me, his cum started dripping out. He lifted his body, stood there a moment. Yanked his cock out and rammed it in one more time causing me to shout and fall onto the floor in fetal position. Without saying anything he grabbed my arms, pushed me towards the door. He unlocked it, flung it open and shoved me out. I tripped and fell to the floor. Then he threw my clothes out as well.

“Wait, what about the…” but as soon as I said it he threw me the key as well, then told me to "get the fuck away from my door!"

“Make sure your payments are on time from now.” He said as he slammed the door.

When I saw him again next week he acted like nothing happened. I didn’t know if it was an act or if he was too drunk to remember. I wasn’t going to make a fuss about it. I needed a roof over my head. All I needed to do was make sure I paid my rent on time from now on. He never did ask me to pay those two months though... I guess I paid my debt in full. My hole was unusable for about two weeks after he pushed himself on and in me. I guess it was a small price to pay when you're faced with homelessness?