A Fair Deal Pt. 04

Trigger warnings. There is a rape scene. There is a scene involving a TS sexworker getting punched for being trans. There is derogatory language to a sex worker from a John.

"I'm reading this contract, that you signed.... I mean.... You had a contract with him, that you signed. And you never told him no, or tried to leave until today. He paid off all your debt. It looks like he held up to his agreed terms..."

My world started to close in as I stared at the detective, who looked at the paperwork I handed him. He was handsome. I wondered how big his cock was. I wondered if he liked girls with a penis. I wondered if he would help me if I let him fuck my brains out.

"But I was his slave, isn't that illegal?"

"Technically, but it mostly looks like you were in a kink relationship with terms and conditions. He doesn't sound like a nice guy, but it looks like he did everything legally and with your consent. We can only do something if you bring evidence of a crime."

We both stood up. Another Detective stood behind him and glared at me. He was silent the entire time, just listening. He wasn't as attractive as the one asking the questions and had a mean disposition. I grabbed my papers and bent over rather suggestively in front of them to place them in my banker box. I stood and walked towards the door in my best damsel in distress. The second detective held the door open.

"But, he used to spank and beat me." I said, with a weak voice.

The two detectives stared at each other. The one who been silent the entire time said, "You have more important shit to do. I can take some pictures for the file."

"Follow me." He said to me.

He lead me to an interrogation room.

"We will have more privacy from eyes in here. This room doesn't have cameras or microphones."

He grabbed my box from me and set it on the table. He left the room and came back with a large camera.

"Turn around and face the wall."

I walked over to the plain white wall and faced it.

"Take off your clothes."

I got really nervous but slowly complied. My body trembled as I stripped in front of him. I could hear the shutter on the camera.

"When was the last time he spanked you?"

"Two days ago."

"How did he spank you?"

"He used a leather strap, it has two small straps on one handle."

"Yeah, those can leave a mark, but make less noise."

I didn't hear the camera anymore. I looked back and saw him taking pictures of me with his phone. He smiled at me when I made eye contact with him.

"Why did he spank you? What did you do?"

"Nothing. It was a maintenance spanking."

"Turn around and face me."

He snapped a couple pictures with the camera but mostly took pictures with his phone.

"I thought that was just a padded bra. You actually have grown some tits."

He took close up pictures around my cock. He held my little cock with his large hand.

"Not standard equipment for a girl, but you wouldn't find this between the legs of a man either."

He rubbed my cock with his thumb and fingers.

"I can see the marks from your chastity cage, this is probably the longest you've been out of a cage for awhile. Shame, all that good training going to waste."

His hands roamed my body. While I stood there trembling.

"Bend over the table and look at me over your shoulder. Yeah, just like that."

The cold table pressed against my stomach.

"Nice. I love a nice coinslot butthole. Balloon knots are nice too, but a coinslot just looks way sluttier. Spread your cheeks and that slutty hole as best as you can."

"Yes sir." I said sheepishly. This reminded me of Jim taking pictures of me for online.

I felt the detective's hand grab my butt cheeks. He gave my ass a small slap with his hand. And the another.

"I sure would like to spank this ass. But, listen. I think he was keeping up his end of the deal. You signed a contract and part of it was he would punish you for misbehavior. You misbehaved, and he punished you. You got in debt, and he paid it off. You signed over all your rights in return. I have half a mind to pick you up, and drag you back to your owner's house. He is the real victim, here."

He leaned over and reached into my banker box. I heard a cap open. He rubbed cold lube on my sex. He quietly pulled down the zipper on his pants. I heard the noise I had grown quite accustomed to, a man rubbing lube on his cock.

"I, ummmmm, listen...."

"Shhhhhhhhh." He shushed me as he pushed his fat cock against my hole. "The only thing a sissy is good for is taking cock."

"I want to go now. I want to go now, I don't want this."

He pushed hard and entered my body. I groaned loudly.

"I don't care. Now be quiet and take it."

"No, no, no, no!" I cried.

He grabbed my shirt, wringed it tightly, and forced it in my mouth, tying it behind my head tightly. He then grabbed my arms and held me down. He whispered in my ear as he thrusted his fat cock all the way in. "Anymore noise and I'm going to bring you to an abandoned warehouse and beat you like you've never been beat before."

I grunted as he fucked my ass, hard, fast, and deep. He reacted to my pain and discomfort. Every grunt or groan made him more excited. His cock continued to grow inside of me as he fucked me harder and harder.

I walked out of the police department dejected, and humiliated. I wore fishnet stockings, a garter belt, a short black skirt that barely covered my small ass, and a cropped top. I carried a banker box with my work laptop, my keepsakes, my IDs, some clothing, and all the paperwork involving me that I had been able to find in Jim's house. The detective's cum leaked down my thighs as I walked down the street.

A moment of clarity had hit me earlier that day after I came on Jim's desk. I looked at the security camera video. On the wall was a picture of the pawn shop owner, a woman, Jim, and Travis. The picture was taken on the back porch of Jim's mountain cabin. That whole thing was planned, and this was just a rouse to get my reaction. Jim had never been mad at him. They were friends. Jim had left his computer logged on. He disabled the computer from going to sleep or a background wallpaper. He wanted me to see that video and the only way I would be able to is if he kept his computer logged on.

I realized in this clarity that the manipulation and dishonesty was something that I could no longer be around. I found the dissolution contract in his desk. It stipulated that I had to immediately vacate his premises. It also set the amount of money I had to pay Jim for my freedom. Ten thousand dollars was required to be paid in cashiers check within thirty days. I signed the paperwork and left it on his desk. I then gathered my things and loaded them into one of the banker's boxes that I moved in with. Most of my clothing was in the wash. The only stuff I could wear was slutty clothing. I grabbed what I could and got dressed.

Jim was a lazy man. That's why he needed a servant slave. He was even too lazy to pause a tv show to get up and pee. I drank his piss while he watched Netflix every night to save him the effort. I didn't mind, I have grown to be quite fond of the taste of piss, but don't tell Jim. I bring up his laziness because he autosaved his passwords. He was too lazy to secure them with a password manager.

I found all the sites where he sold my videos. I created a new email for myself, and changed the email addresses on all of those accounts to my new email. I then changed the passwords. A couple of the sites required verification photos which I created with his webcam. I finally removed his checking account from the sites so they would not pay out to him anymore. I put in an emergency request for leave at my work, which was granted. I also emailed HR asking them to stop direct deposits, which went to his checking account, and to hold my checks for now.

I tried to be as quick as possible once the email changes were done. This would surely go to the email on his phone and he would race home. I can't imagine that he would actually let me go. He would tear up the contract and whip me until I wouldn't dare be insubordinate.

I had hoped for assistance from the Police. Now I felt helpless. I had nobody to rely on, nobody to help me. I had been exposed to so much cruelty over the past few years and I wanted to meet pleasant people again. I wasn't asking for much, I just wanted to be around pleasant people.

My issue wasn't coming up with ten thousand dollars in a month. My issue was how I was going to eat and where I was going to sleep tonight.

I walked a couple blocks in the grey drizzle that the Pacific Northwest is famous for. I had hoped that the city would protect me from Jim, but the city didn't want to get involved in a fetish lifestyle disagreement. This complicated things. I had hoped that I would be protected from Jim and not have to pay him back the money. My debt only costed him around six thousand dollars and he had profited well over one-hundred-fifty thousand dollars off of me over the last year.

I noticed girls out in the cold, as scantily clad as I was. They hopped in and out of cars. This was the famous hooker stroll in Seattle that the cops routinely avoided. A car pulled off the road and into a parking lot in front of me. The man inside stared at me as I walked by. The car whipped past me again and pulled into the next parking lot. He waited for me to walk by and lowered his window.

"Come here."

It dawned on me what he was after.

"Get in."

Morrissey once sang, "Why pamper life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat" and I couldn't agree more at the moment. Honestly, I also thought he might protect me. I was still in shock from what had just happened at the Police Department, and I pwould have believed anything in that moment.

"Why did you walk by?"

"I don't know." I said as I sat in his green Ford truck.

"I just want a blowjob. How much?"

"A hundred." I quickly said.

"For street head? Ten, maybe twenty, if your like the best head hunter ever."

"Twenty-five."

"Ten." He said as he quickly drove off to a side street and parked in front of an abandoned house.

He pulled his pants down and pulled out his cock. His cock looked nice. He was semi hard. His cock head was a lovely mushroom, and looked like it would feel amazing inside my body. I bent over and kissed his cock on the head. He moaned as I licked his head and took him in mouth.

"Ten dollars, and swallow all of my cum." He said.

"Yes sir." I quipped as I licked the ridges around his cock.

"Holy shit! Suck that cock, oh my goooodddd!!!"

He grew in my mouth as I sucked on him deeply, as I had sucked on Jim's cock thousands of times. I didn't care about the money as soon as I saw there was a cock to serve. He smelled nice. He didn't wear cologne or deodorant, but he didn't have body odor to cover up. He smelled like a man. I liked that smell. He also tasted good.

A penis tastes mostly like skin. You can taste a little pee and cum. You can taste sweat, especially if he is really sweaty. I actually like the taste of pee. Jim would make me drink it frequently, but I would gladly volunteer to drink the pee of a man I liked.

"Are you thinking about the drugs that you aren't going to buy with the money I give you? Is that why you're sucking so good? Whore."

I kept sucking. His cock was comfortably in my throat and his ball hair ticked my right cheek. My little cock was rock hard.

"Have you let a man fuck you today?"

"Yes." I said between slurps.

"Fucked you for some meth, or fentanyl? I bet you didn't make him wear a condom. Did he cum inside of you?"

"Yes."

"Fucking whore. You're probably pregnant, out here milking cocks for a high."

I got hornier and hornier as he called my names. He cupped and pinched my ass. He ran his hands through my hair. I felt him tremble. I knew he would cum soon. I sucked harder and faster. He grabbed my head and held it down. He pressed his cock into my throat as deep as he could with all of his might. His cock swole and my neck expanded in response. With a loud moan from him, his cock discharged into my throat.

"Fuck yeah! Fucking whore! Suck your drug money out of that fucking cock. Yeah, get them drugs!"

His cock continued to pulse warm thick cum into my throat and mouth. I kept on sucking on his cock. Glad that we was happy. He gave me ten bucks and drove me back to the Ave after I swallowed his cum.

I gave another blowjob to a guy in his fifties. He moaned as he pumped his cock into my mouth as I leaned over and sucked.

"Let's go in the back so I can fuck you. I will give you an extra twenty." He said.

"I don't have a vagina. I have a very tiny penis, its smaller than most girl's clits. The only hole I have is in the back." I said sheepishly.

The man, who had been very nice up to this point, became irate. He held grabbed my hair and yanked me towards him. He held held back a fist. He held that for a moment and then put his head down. He pushed my head back into his lap hard.

"Just fucking finish. You already got me this far."

He was still visibly upset. I didn't know what to do so I went back to sucking his cock. He was harder now.

"Fucking tranny. I'm going to beat the shit out of you after I nut." He said as I sucked his cock.

I continued sucking, hoping to make him cum as soon as possible. He clinched my head. His cock began to pulse. He started to smother my face with his groin while he filled my mouth with his cum. He yanked my hair to pull me off his cock when he finished. He slapped me hard across my face.

"You know, that's rape. You raped me by not telling me. Get the fuck out of my car. I'm not giving you any money. Just....." He groaned with agitation. "I'm not gay. Leave. You're fucking sick, you know."

Lesson learned. Tell them I have a penis before I get into the car. I didn't have time to take that in. I needed a hotel to sleep at tonight and something to eat. This was probably the only way I could achieve those goals tonight. Surprisingly, none of the other men that pulled over seemed to care. The ones that just wanted a blowjob said it didn't matter as long as it was just head. The ones that wanted to fuck me either seemed indifferent or even more excited.

I could charge more for fucking too. I took the little bit of money that I had and bought condoms and lube. I didn't want to get a STD from this.

"Eighty dollars for sex." I told my first backdoor customer.

"No way. You're fucking hot, but I ain't paying no eighty to fuck a bitch in the back of my van."

"I really need the money, sir."

"You can get plenty of high for forty bucks. If you don't get high enough, just walk on back out here and work some dick for some more money. It's all I have, forty bucks."

I sucked on his thick cock. I rubbed some lube on my rear entry. I slid the condom down his cock. I made sure it was all the way to the base and on securely. He looked like a sausage about to burst. He crawled on his knees in the back of his van and got behind me. The back of the van was dim. I was on my hands and knees and anxiously waited for this stranger to get behind me. I felt him behind me, and I felt his condom wrapped cock push against me. I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my hole. He pushed it inside of my body quickly. I stared at the tools and equipment in the back of his truck as he fucked me. Giving head for a few dollars was one thing, this felt different. I was letting a guy fuck me for forty dollars.

"You're a fucking whore. A cheap whore." I thought.

I felt him pull out and adjust himself, and heard him squeeze more lube. He pushed back inside of me. His thick cock stretching my whore hole as he rammed it all the way in. He speed up and slammed harder. He moaned louder. He didn't take long. Just a few honest pumps into my body. I felt his cock swell and then release. He continued to pump as he came. I looked down between my legs. On the ground was the condom. He had taken it off and bred me.

He pulled out. I felt his cum drip down my thighs. My little cock spasmed, leaving a small puddle of sissy cum on the floor of his van. I moaned as I surprise-sissygasmed. He stealthed me and I came instead of being mad.

He handed me the forty dollars. We got out the back, he got in the driver seat and sped off, leaving me with a ten minute walk back to the avenue. I carried my banker box back to the avenue and kept working. I began asking for thirty dollars for blowjobs and eighty dollars for sex. I justified it by saying that I was the only sissy working out there. The other men that night wore their condoms like good boys.

There was a flea bag motel off the strip. I had worked enough to afford a week, which I paid for in cash. I at least had a place for a week. I setup my company laptop and counted my money. I had a hundred bucks still after paying four hundred in rent.

I made a list of all the immediate things I needed. Toothbrush and toothpaste, lotion, panties, more outfits for hooking, normal clothes, an enema, fiber powder, condoms, and lube.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I undressed. I was tiny. An unimaginable one-hundred-twenty-five pounds. I had pointy nipples and small breasts that actually required me to wear a bra. I had tiny balls that were easy to tuck away if I wanted my front flat. My cock was at best two inches long when hard, and was practically inverted into my body when soft. My skin was smooth and soft. I had a little jiggle to my butt.

"He actually made you into a girl." I said to myself.

Not only that, I was actually a pretty good looking girl. For girl standards, I was probably only a six out of ten. For a former guy, though, I was pretty damn hot.

I showered myself. I brushed my teeth afterwards, standing naked at the sink. I could see the lines around my neck of the collar I wore for two years. I looked down and saw the marks around my crotch area for the chastity I wore. I felt my breasts. All of this was Jim. I was fortunate that I hadn't suffered from male pattern baldness. I had natural long hair. I came out of this experience with a new identity. One I hadn't reconciled with. With new trauma compounded, that I wouldn't address anytime soon.

I laid on the bed and thought. "Did I want to live the rest of my life as a trans woman? Could I even go back to being a man? Was I ever really a man to begin with?"

The truth was I never had been a man. I've always been effeminate. I was constantly called every gay slur there was while growing up. I liked to claim that I lost my virginity with Rachel. My first sexual experience was really in a gym sauna when I was eighteen.

I sat in the steamy wooden room in a towel. An older man walked in the room, looked at me, and sat right next to me. He never said a word, he just grabbed my towel and unfolded it. I sat exposed in front of him. I didn't dare move. He moved his towel to the side and exposed his cock. I watched as it grew. He stroked it slowly.

"That's the smallest cock I've ever seen, son."

I was in full panic. I didn't know this guy. I wasn't gay or anything. The door didn't have a lock. Anyone could just walk in and see a man jerking it right next to me.

"Stand up and show me your ass."

I sat in silence.

"Stand up!" He shouted.

I stood up and bent over with my ass in front of his face. He slapped my ass several times. That was my act of defiance towards him, I stood up for myself, and did exactly what he wanted me to do. He ran his hands over my body. He pinched my nipples. He licked my anus.

"Sit back down on your towel."

He looked down at my rock hard cock and said, "How do you jerk off? It's so small."

I grabbed my cock with fingers from my right hand and rubbed myself.

"You ever been with a man before?"

I shook my head no.

"You want to?"

I shook my head no.

He stood in front of me, beating his meat. His foreskin sliding up and down over his cock head.

"I can't see how a women could get any pleasure from that small penis of yours. You're better suited for sex with men, as the bottom." He said as he pressed the head of his fat cock against my face.

I stroked my little cock harder. It wasn't long before my little cock erupted in my hand, blowing my cum all over.

He moaned loudly. His cock spasmed and released a massive load of thick cum all over my face. He slapped my face with his cock several times, to get all the cum out.

"Open your mouth."

I don't know why I did, but I complied. He used his cock to push the puddles of cum on my face to my mouth. My body tasting cum and cock for the first time. I instinctively licked the cum off his cock as he guided it to my face. The door opened. I heard the old man laugh. He grabbed my head tightly and pushed his cock in my mouth.

"Oh shit! I can come back." The guy in the door said.

"Don't worry. I'm finished and leaving. He's ready for another cumshot if you're interested." The old man said to the man in the door as he pulled his cock from my mouth.

The younger man closed the door and dropped his towel. He pushed his cock into my mouth. His cock quickly grew in my mouth. I didn't know what to do. I sucked on it as good as I could as the man pumped his cock in and out.

"See. You're a cocksucker." The old man snickered as he wrapped a towel around the lower half of his body.

The old man walked out of the sauna while I nervously fellated the younger man. He came in my mouth and gave me his business card. He wrote his home phone number on the back. He suggested I come over to his apartment and watch movies. I never called.

I never told Rachel about that, or anyone. I kept it to myself. I tried to to forget about it, and did for the most part. It seemed more like a movie I had watched instead of a real life experience by the time I met Jim. It is probably the reason why I butched it up. Trying to act masculine had led to many bad decisions in my life.

Rachel tried to act like she hated Jim and hated having sex with him, but she absolutely loved the sex. I was happy for her that she was finally getting sexual satisfaction.

I knew I wasn't a man. I'm not saying that a man's worth is solely dictated by his penis size, but a man's penis should at bare minimum be long enough to penetrate a woman. I was able to officially penetrate her and be inside of her vaginal canal only when my body was pressed against her body tightly.

Jim had told me very early on that his plan was to have her cuckold me. It wasn't until later that he told me she refused. Emasculating me didn't turn her on. She said to him, "He's effeminate enough as it is."

I wondered what Jim was doing. I'm sure he was looking for me. He would definitely try to catch me and force me to come back. I thought about what type of punishment I would receive. It would be severe. He usually just spanked me with his hand, or the small strap. This would be like the time I embarrassed him and refused to suck his friend's dick.

His name was Joseph. He was an older man in his late seventies. I had only been with Jim for a few months, and this was the first time he had instructed me to do something with another man. He was big and round. He was always sweating. He smelled wretched. I kneeled in front of him, but the smell made me gag. I refused and ran.

Jim ran behind me and caught me. He dragged me to the spare room. This is where Jim kept the BDSM stuff he didn't want visitors to see. He handcuffed me to ring on the wall. He then cuffed my ankles on to rings on the floor. I saw Joseph walk in, his pants were off. His uncut cock dangled towards the floor.

Jim grabbed the electrical cord and pulled my g string down.

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I looked over at Joseph. His old nasty cock was rock hard. He stroked it as he watched Jim thrash me.

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I fell over. My handcuffs held me up. My face was against the wall. Jim adjusted his aim.

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I don't know how many lashes I got. I know he took three breaks to rest his arm. My ass was purple with welts.

Jim undid my bindings and hooked a leash to my collar. He then handcuffed my wrists behind my back. He yanked on the leash and dragged me to Joseph. He handed the leash to Joseph. I opened my mouth. Joseph pushed his rock hard cock in my mouth. He pumped into my mouth as I tried to suck. Jim pushed his cock in my sex as Joseph pumped his cock in my mouth. Jim was super hard as well. I fellated Joseph until he finished in my mouth while Jim relieved his balls inside of me.

Come to think of it, that may be taking it easy on me compared to what Jim would do to me now.

I worked the next day the same as I had the last. Nights seemed scarier. The men during the day were going to work, on break, or heading home. I started a checking account the next day at a bank down the street. I gave my employer and all of the adult sites my new banking information.

From what I could tell, the adult sites brought in about eighty-five hundred dollars a month. Fifteen hundred short of paying Jim off. I had to suck and or fuck almost thirty guys to bring in a little under a thousand dollars in two days.

My heart sank. I didn't want to die trying to get my freedom. Having sex for money didn't bother me, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the sex with a couple of the guys. The concern was diseases. My job would bring in thirty-five hundred. The problem is, I needed to make videos to sell to bring the average of eighty-five hundred.

I needed a good camera, lighting, dongs, wardrobe, and well endowed male talent. Jim paid studs five hundred a scene. I would make solo scenes as well. That eight-five hundred required an investment of around four thousand.

I would need to come up with around two thousand dollars towards my debt. I would need another twelve hundred for rent. I needed at least two thousand to give me five hundred a week for food and spending money. Fifty-two hundred dollars. I would have to make that by selling my ass over the next twenty-seven days. I would need to average two hundred dollars a day. At an average of thirty dollars per John, I would need seven transactions a day. I would need to average fourteen a day if I wanted to rest every other day.

I could make more money by advertising on internet pages. It would actually be easy with internet pricing, but it came with the risk of Jim seeing the advertisements. All bets would be off if Jim found me. Police didn't mess with girls on the avenue, but they were always busting massage parlors and girls advertising on the internet.

My pony tail holder broke. This is essential gear for a hoe. I held my hair up with my left hand. I looked over near the driver door. He was filming me with his iPhone. He was paying me an extra thirty dollars to film me giving head, so I had to keep my hair pulled up. He had curly black pubic hair around the base of his brown cock. I kept my tongue over my bottom teeth as I slid my mouth down his cock to the base.

"You white boys turn to girls for big black cock like this, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm" I muttered as I sucked on his cock.

"Is your little white dick hard?"

"Yes sir." I moaned on his cock.

My little cock was shriveled up and nearly poked into my body, but I knew he wanted to hear that I was hard. His hand cradled and massaged my small ass cheeks.

I went car to car, warning that I was trans before getting in. I didn't even notice until the car started to move that the driver was Travis.

"You're in room thirteen, right? Let's get comfortable inside your room. We have to catch up." Travis said as he pulled into my motel parking lot.

I sat in shock.

"Don't worry, Uncle Jim isn't here. He doesn't know you're hooking or staying here."

Travis sat on my bed. He was older looking. He was still odd looking, but the teenage acne had cleared up.

"First off, I was a jerk to you. I know this. I made your life hard."

I stared at him.

"Second, Uncle Jim let me fuck your wife a couple times. She took my virginity."

I had known about this. Jim had embarrassed me with videos of Rachel getting fucked by Travis.

"Third, I'm going to fuck your brains out. If it's good sex, I will help you out with my uncle."

Travis got up and approached me. He grabbed my head and kissed me on the lips. He continued to kiss me as he groped my body. I pulled off his clothes as he undressed me. I got down and sucked on his average cock.

I laid on the bed and lifted my legs up. Travis got between my legs and pressed his cock in me. I'm not going to lie, I prefer average sized men for sex. I masturbate to videos of well endowed men, but it's the average cocks I enjoy the most. They can still hit the right spots without the pain.

Travis was awkward and barely knew what he was doing. He came inside of me and collapsed on me, kissing me.

"You owe my uncle ten thousand dollars. I have a business that is successful. My startup money came from the money my uncle made off you. I will bring you the money tomorrow."

I ended up dating Travis for a little while. He wasn't what I needed. We parted amicably. I got lucky, I never contracted any diseases from my time on Aurora. I've been dating men. They are mostly older, and looking for a traditional wife with a penis. I know I will find the right lap to lay across, one day. No harm laying across a few more to find the right fit.