Landlord gets his rent out of me (part 2)

The rent of my apartment was still too high and repairs never happened. So I was looking for a new place for some time now, but I couldn’t find anything suitable. So somehow I was still here. After the first time with my landlord Pete, it hasn't happened since. I have just kept a low profile with him because I didn't want to go through that experience again. It was an unbearably hot day. My apartment’s air conditioning had gone out again. I’d have it fixed, but that meant that I’d have to call Pete. So, I just opened the windows, but it wasn’t helping. The air was suffocating. Then came the plumbing issue. It burst out of nowhere, just as I was getting ready to leave for work. At this point I had no choice but to call Pete. The water was pooling on the floor, so I needed someone to fix it. I’d told myself it would be quick. He’d fix the problems and leave. Right?

However, when I came home that evening, my stomach turned. My door was unlocked. Did Pete not lock it on his way out? As I opened the door, the heat hit me like a wall. The moment I stepped inside, I smelled it. That sharp familiar stench of sweat and cheap whiskey. He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, his broad back hunched over the sink, his hairy shoulders moving up and down as he reached deep into the pipes. His tank top was stretched tight over his thick frame, the fabric covered in sweat. The stains under his arms were too much to ignore, and his beard was unkempt. Pete hadn’t heard me come in. He was too absorbed in the pipes. I wanted to leave. In stead I asked: “Pete?” My voice cracked. He turned his head and wiped his hand across his face, leaving a trail of sweat behind. He grinned when he saw me. “Hey there, little buddy,” he said, his deep voice thick and slurred. His eyes were looking right through me. They had that predatory, too-knowing look. “I figured I’d get a head start on things. Took a little longer than I thought, but it’s all good now, yeah?” I just stared at him, my stomach twisting. The smell of whiskey on his breath mixed with the pungent, sour odor of his sweat, and it made me gag.

“You’re still here?” I managed to get out, though it was more of a question than a statement. “Yeah, well, you know how these things go.” Pete lifted his arm, running a hand through his hair. The dark hair under his arm stuck together and was dripping wet of the sweat. It was a disgusting sight. “Plumbing’s a pain. But, you know, I’ve got all the time in the world. Don’t worry about it.” His words came out too casually, like he was comfortable here, in my space.

“You didn’t need to stay,” I said, trying to sound firm, though I was anything but. Pete looked at me sharply. “I’m doing you a favor, kid. Don’t be like that.” He took a step toward me, and the smell of alcohol and sweat hit me again. I recoiled, instinctively stepping back. “You worried about the rent?” Pete’s voice dropped, almost like he was sharing a secret. “It’s been tough for you, hasn’t it? I know how things go. You don’t have to worry. We’ll work something out. I’m not a monster.” I wanted to scream at him, to tell him to get the hell out. Did he forget he r*ped me because my rent payment was a bit late, once? But I was paralyzed, my body frozen, heart racing.

He was so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I wanted him gone. I wanted the smell of cheap whiskey and sweat to disappear, but I didn’t know how to make that happen. “You’re… you’re done here, right?” I forced the words out, my voice trembling. Pete smiled, but it wasn’t a smile that put me at ease. It was the kind of smile that made my skin crawl, like he knew something I didn’t. Like he had all the control. “Yeah, yeah. Your plumbing has been fixed. I’ve already fixed your air-conditioning. I’ll be gone in a minute."

My stomach dropped. “Wait, you looked at the air-conditioning?” I asked, my voice faltering. Then why was it so freaking hot in here? Pete’s grin widened, but there was something darker in his expression now. “Yeah. And it’s gonna cost you, kid. Not just for the plumbing work, but for me taking the time to fix your AC. You know, that’s a big job.” I blinked, trying to process his words. “But I didn’t ask you to fix the AC. I—” “Doesn’t matter,” Pete interrupted, stepping closer, his hand wiping more sweat from his face as he leaned toward me. The heat radiated of his body. “I’m not doing all this for free. You wanted it fixed? You’ll pay for it.

“I’m not paying you,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice shook. Pete’s eyes narrowed, and his smile faded into something colder, more dangerous. I froze as Pete slammed the kitchen counter with his big hand. “You’ll pay what I say, fag. One way or another!”

“I… I can’t pay you right now…” I managed to get out. I was barely able to get by. I couldn’t afford any extra expenses.

There was that eerie grin again on Pete’s face. He stepped closer towards me, backing me into a corner. I felt trapped. “Now, now… don’t worry. There’s other ways you can pay. Remember the way you paid your overdue rent?”

A surge of panic took a hold of me. Pete grabbed his tank top, as he took it off and threw it on the kitchen floor. The wet, sweaty hair on his torso stuck to his skin.

“No… please” I muttered. “I really don’t… want that…” my eyes were avoiding eye contact. He says to me, "I don't really care what you want." He grabbed my chin and aggressively pushes his lips on mine. I froze, and wanted to push him away. But I couldn’t. His beard was prickling all over my face. His tongue entered my mouth, and I tasted his sweat and the alcohol on my tongue. I felt so disgusted. Then I felt his hands on me, as he began unbuttoning my shirt. I managed to move my head to the side. “Pete, stop! Please don't do this to me.”

But all he did was groan. He breathed heavy as he tore the shirt off my body. His sweaty, greasy hands were all over me. Again, I was unable to move and do something about this violence.

Then he backed away, as he kept his eyes on me. He took off his pants, lowered his underwear and sat down in my kitchen chair.

He ordered me to suck his dick. I looked at his cock. His pubes were wild and all sweaty. His cock was deeply red, pulsating up and down. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized I wasn’t in a position to reject him. So I got down on my knees in front of him, trembling. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and took his cock in. The salty taste of his precum and sweat filled my mouth as I began sucking. Pete moaned deeply. He grabbed me by the back of my head and began fucking my mouth. “That’s it… suck your daddy’s cock!” Wtf?

He then pushed my head further down, pushing his cock down my throat and burying my nose deep in his sweaty pubes. The stale smell of his sweat was too much to handle. When he suddenly let go of my head I backed away and fell back on the kitchen floor. Tears were in my eyes and I was coughing. Trying to catch my breath.

Pete however wasn’t done yet. He ordered me to take all my clothes off. I hesitantly took my trousers and boxershorts of. I felt uncomfortable standing naked in front of him. I was unable to make eye contact with Pete.

I froze again, as his hands began to touch me. He groaned deeply as he ran his hands down from my shoulders… “Mmm…. So soft…” Pete said.

I was startled when he grabbed me by my upper legs and lifted me up. “What… the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed.

“Hush!” He said sharply. As he set me down on top of the kitchen counter. I sat in front of him. Pete was tall and was still towering over me. What was he going to do?

“Now… Let daddy lick that pussy.” Wtf was with the whole daddy thing? He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me forward a bit. He went down and spread my cheeks apart. He started licking. I couldn’t help but throwing my head back and let out a moan as i felt his tongue going over my sphincter. His beard was pricking harshly, but somehow it did feel kind of satisfying. I was startled by this sudden feeling of enjoyment.

Then he backed away. “Look at that pretty pink pussy.” he said, and he suddenly spat on my sphincter. Pete started massaging his spit in circles and pushed his fingers inside me. I moaned in agony and said “please, don’t!” But he paid no mind and kept on fingering me as my hole got wider. I could hear him breathe heavily as his fingers kept on penetrating me, deeper and harder.

Next, he stood up, spat again - this time, on his hand - and started massaging his large beer can dick. He pressed his meat against me, thrusted forward and rammed every inch of his meat inside of me to the base causing me to scream. Pete moaned deep as I let out a loud scream in agony. But right away he started fucking me hard. He groaned loudly as his hips thrusted forward. I could feel his sweaty, bushy pubes on my skin as his hips slapped against my butt cheeks. He kept moaning as he fucked me faster and harder. His hairy torso hung over me and I had no choice but to hold on to his sweaty, hairy body. I felt his cock tearing in and out of me. Every time he'd thrust, he'd grunt and under his breath, with his eyes closed I could hear him say things like "daddy needs this" and "good boy".

He then looked at me intensely, as I kept feeling how he thrusted inside me. He again pressed his lips against me and his tongue inside my mouth. “You like that, don’t you son?” “I… I…” was all I was able to say. “Oh son. Your lips are so soft.” He said hoarsely “I’m about to dump my DNA in you.” He stated. I wanted this to end, for him to back away, but there was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say to stop him. He thrusted harder, and harder. Pete then threw his head back and moaned loud. “Fuck… yeah. Take that, you stupid bitch.” I felt so disgusted as I felt him pumping his seed inside of me. I felt a strong burning sensation in my stomach and I could also feel his dick pulsating as he knocked me up. He groaned deeply, but held still as his cock kept pulsating, until he was completely spent. Pete then pulled out, and I felt his seed leaking out of my hole. Pete looked down to his cock. It was covered in his cum. Then he looked at me and ordered me to clean it. He slapped me hard in the face. My face stinging, I said “What the… no, no I’m not doing it!” “Clean it!” He commanded, more firmly this time and grabbing me by the throat, not so hard that I couldn't breathe, but hard enough to know he controlled me. He didn’t wait for me to move. While I was still laying on the counter he stood beside me, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. The disgusting salty taste of his cum filled my mouth. “That’s it… that’s a good boy.” Pete said, satisfied. He pushed his cock deep down my throat as he then began massaging my dick as well. I moaned, and tried to reject him, but I couldn't deny feeling the tingling sensation in my guts and him rubbing my penis, it did feel a little good. It had been a few months since I last had sex... Technically Pete was the last person I had sex with prior to this incident, again.

“I want you to cum for me.” There was no way I would be able to cum. I never felt so disgusted.

But Pete kept going. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started massaging my sphincter while he jerked me off. “That's a good boy. Make your daddy happy” Pete said, as my dick got harder. How was this happening?

He began fingering my ripped hole, that was completely sloppy from the aggressive fuck that I had endured. I moaned. And again, louder. I felt the pressure rise in my stomach, and then release. I moaned and felt my own warm cum on my belly. But in a few seconds all the good feelings were replaced by shame and disgust.

Pete laughed mockingly as he backed away. I imagined how he must have seen me. Laying there covered in cum on the kitchen counter, legs spread like a used whore.

“Well, that was great buddy. If there’s ever anything I can do for you around the house, let me know!” Pete said, slurring, as he got dressed. I just stared at the ceiling. I heard the heavy footsteps of his boots going down the hallway. Right before the door slammed shut, I heard the air-conditioning come back to life. At least that was fixed. But no way I was going to call Pete, ever again.

Or was I?