You Bet Your Life

You Bet Your Life

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© by the author 2015

“But isn’t it dangerous?”

The man shrugs his shoulders. “That’s part of the attraction.” In his hands the man holds a red silk tie. As you watch, he grasps an end in each hand and pulls it taut.

You don’t wear ties—you haven’t worn one since your mom made you wear one to your high school graduation. You didn’t even know how to tie it. Your stepdad had to do it for you. You pulled it off as soon as he snapped a picture of you and your mom after the ceremony. Two seconds later, you ran off to join your friends for a celebration in the city. You’ve been in the city ever since. You met Jackie in a club, and he took you to his apartment. You’re still living with him. Jackie’s the person who taught you how to sell yourself.

You are surprised at the length of the tie. It has to be five feet long at least.

The man had introduced himself as “Billy.” The name is at odds with his appearance. He isn’t a kid. He looks like a successful businessman or professional. He wears a charcoal grey suit, a white shirt, and black shoes and socks. Until a minute ago, the tie was around his neck.

You say, “I don’t know, man. I’ve never done anything like that before. You said you just wanted a blow job.”

“I’ll talk you through it. I’ve done it dozens of times, and I’m still here. And I still want the blow job.”

You look around as if something written on the hotel room walls will help you decide. In the end you use the phrase Jackie taught you to use when a john wants something weird. “It’ll cost you.”

The man doesn’t hesitate. He takes his wallet out of his pocket and counts out five $100 bills. He drops them in your lap. He’s done this before. He knows he has to pay extra, and he came prepared.

You look at the bills. They’re resting on your groin. It’s like the man wants to insult you. He doesn’t hand you the money. Just tosses on your moneymaker. You’ve got half a mind to dump it on the floor and grind it beneath your shoes and tell him to go fuck himself.

But you need the money. So far, your take for the day has been $35. An hour ago a guy paid you to unzip and pull out your cock. You stood on a toilet in a cubicle at some bar, and he bent over and sucked your dick. You came within three minutes. Unfortunately you don’t recharge quickly, not like some guys. It keeps you from earning more money. Once you cum, you can’t get it up again for several hours. So when Billy found your ad and texted you and offered you $300 to come to his hotel room and suck him off, you had rushed over. Guys who want a blow job don’t care if you cum or not. Now he’s given you another $500. Eight hundred for a blow job with extras. It takes you no time at all to decide it’s worth it. You pick up the money and fold it over twice. Your pants are so tight that you have to stretch out your legs and lift your ass to stuff the money into your pocket. You say, “What do you want me to do?” You’re cool. You’re a pro. You’ve done everything. Nothing surprises you.

“Get undressed.”

Billy turns away and begins undressing too. He hangs his suit coat and trousers in the alcove next to the hallway door and then removes his shirt and underwear. Those he places neatly on the foldout luggage rack in the alcove. He leaves his socks on. He’s got a good build for an old guy. He must belong to a gym and work out every day. Decent chest and a trim waist. His thighs are thick and muscular. Good arms. Not that you care, but at least he’s not some fat old slob. Some guys, you have to push aside the fat to find their cock. Billy’s maybe 40, 45. He’s taller than you, over six feet. Like many guys his age, his body’s covered with a lot of fuzzy hair.

A small wooden chair has been shoved under a shelf that’s pretending to be a desk. Billy pulls it out and places it at the foot of the bed, facing the full-length mirror on the back of the hallway door. He sits down in it briefly and then moves it back a foot. “Better,” he says. “The lighting’s better in this spot.”

As if you care. You toe off your sneakers. You drop your jeans and T-shirt on the floor. You aren’t wearing any underwear. Just a pair of white socks.

When Billy finishes his preparations, he sits down. Without even looking at you, he says, “Stand behind the chair for now. You’ll need the tie.”

You pick up the tie and walk over. You’re behind Billy. The tie dangles from your right hand. In the mirror, you can see your chest and head standing over his seated body. You say, “What do I do now?”

“Hold the ends in your hands and loop the middle of the tie around my neck.”

You look down at the tie. This is fucking weird shit. Billy’s hair is thinning on top. You didn’t notice that before. You were sitting in the chair in the corner next to the window, and Billy was standing.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be all right.”

“Yeah, whatever, man.” You do as Billy told you and loop the tie loosely around his neck. The skin on the back of his neck is darker than the skin on his back. He must wear a shirt when he’s out in the sun. There’s a large mole on the right side of his neck just above the tie

“Now, slowly begin to pull on the ends.”

You take a deep breath and pull.

“Not so hard. Slowly. . . . That’s better. Now I want you to tighten it and then release it. Tighten it a little bit more each time and hold it for a bit longer.”

It’s kind of exciting—you have to admit that. It’s weird, but holding a man’s life in your hands sort of arouses you. The flesh on the back of Billy’s neck bulges over the edges of the tie as you pull it tighter. Weirder still, Billy isn’t paying any attention to you. His gaze is fixed on his own image in the mirror. To him, you’re just a tool. But he’s wrong about that.

Control. “I’m in control,” you think. Me. For once. Not some stupid “client” who just wants to rent your dick or your mouth or your ass for a few minutes. You loosen the tie around Billy’s neck and then move your hands back and forth in unison so that the tie slides around the creep’s neck. Messing with him. Playing. Showing him who’s in control now. Who’s the boss now, ya fucking jerk? That’s what Billy should call himself. Jerk.

Billy rolls his head. He’s enjoying this. Good. Maybe he’ll like this as well.

You pull the tie tight again. You lean forward over Billy and began rubbing the jerk’s nipples with the ends of the tie. Oh, the jerk likes that too. Maybe he’ll like this even better. You yank on the ends of the tie as hard as you can. Billy’s head snaps back. His eyes are closed. His lips are open. “Huhh, huhh, huhh,” he’s saying.

And he just sits there. He could raise his hands and pull the tie loose. He could say something. But he just sits there with his eyes closed, smiling.

“Tighter.”

It’s the first thing Billy’s said since you started. You giggle. “In a while. There’s no hurry.” You loosen the tie.

Billy’s head slumps forward. He gulps and takes a deep breath. “You’re getting the hang of this.” He stretches his neck and rolls it in a complete circle. “Give me a second. Let me catch my breath, and then you can start again.”

“How long you been doing this?” you ask. You’re beginning to find this new game fun. Jackie will be interested in this. Maybe he can add something to the profile he put online for you. Sort of a specialty. Jackie will know what it’s called. He’ll know the codewords that appear harmless to outsiders but clue in guys in the know. If you can earn this much money doing something this simple, maybe Jackie will let you stay longer. Maybe he’ll stop looking for new guys who still look young and can earn enough to make him happy.

“Since I was a teenager. Thirty, thirty-five years. I used to do it alone, but it’s much better with a partner.”

You nod. You don’t know what else to say. You’re not much on conversation. Some of the johns like to talk. Some of them, that’s all they want to do. Tell you about their miserable life. Others just want the sex. The sex guys are better. Keeps everything simple and quick.

“OK, I’m ready. This time don’t let go until I’m red in the face.”

It doesn’t take long. A minute maybe. Billy’s face turns a dark red  Still he just sits there. He doesn’t move a muscle. But he gets hard, real hard. He isn’t even touching himself. He gets hard just from being strangled. An hour ago, you wouldn’t have thought that possible, but the johns continually surprise you. Boy, he will have a story to tell Jackie tonight. $800 and a weird guy who got hard just from being choked.

“OK.” Billy’s croaks out the word.

You hold the stranglehold for a few seconds before letting go. It wouldn’t do to let the jerk think he’s in control.

“Now tie both ends of the tie to one of the rungs of the chair. Leave enough slack so that I can breathe a bit. When I push my head forward, it’ll tighten the tie. I want you to suck me off now.”

It takes a couple of tries to get it right. Billy tests it several times and then proclaims it “Just perfect.”

The chair blocks the narrow path between the bed and the wall. You have to crawl across the bed to get in position. You grab one of the pillows and put it on the floor in front of Billy. You know from experience that hotel carpets are hard and rough on the knees.

The jerk’s dick is hard and throbbing. Average size. Which is good. Big cocks trigger your gag reflex. You hate that. Although some guys like seeing you gag. Other guys are put off by all the junk spilling out of your mouth, especially if you get their clothes wet. You don’t have to worry about that today. Billy isn’t wearing any clothes.

You get on his knees and bend forward. Another plus. Billy’s cock is clean. He must have taken a shower. But then why would he get dressed again? Doesn’t make sense. Maybe he’s one of those guys whose cock doesn’t stink.

Billy places his hands on your shoulders and begins guiding him. Up and down. Just close off your mind. Don’t think about what you’re doing. Just do it. It will all end soon. And now the jerk has a hand on the back of your head. Nothing strange about that. Guys do that. They like to push your head down onto their cock, make you take it all the way, shove your face into their nuts and pubes.

Billy’s cock is bigger than you thought. It reaches the back of your throat. But no worries. You can handle it. Just so long as the guy lets you breathe. Swallow it all. Try not to think about it. Don’t worry about the cum that gonna cum gushing out and blast all over your throat. Don’t think. Just suck. At least the guy is letting you move his head up and down. Not like some guys. You can breathe on the up strokes.

Billy’s chest presses down on your head. He’s leaning forward to pull the tie tight around his neck. That excites him. His cock gets even harder.

It’s odd. It’s exciting you as well. The more Billy struggles, the more you like it. Let the jerk strangle himself. It’s what he deserves. Suck him harder. See how he likes your hot, moist, young mouth swallowing his cock. Maybe the jerk will black out and then you can leave. It can’t be too soon. You just want to get this over and get out of there. The jerk is getting so excited that he’s really holding on tight. He’s squeezing your shoulders. It’s beginning to hurt. You’re going to have bruises.

Billy thrusts his cock upward and simultaneously pushes down hard on your head. His cock hits the back of your throat. You try to pull away, but Billy wraps his legs around your back and holds you in. Your hands are crushed against your sides by Billy’s thighs.

Who would have thought the guy was so strong? Jesus, he’s so excited. He’s squeezing even harder. 

And now his hands are around your neck. How long have they been there? And he’s choking you. Hard. He’s choking you. And he’s choking himself. He’s so caught up in his strangling fantasy that he doesn’t see that he’s strangling you too.

Can’t breathe. And he’s raping your throat with his monster cock, and he’s choking you and he’s oblivious to what he’s doing, and oh god you’re going to die.

And he won’t let you breathe. And he’s pumping faster and faster. And deeper and deeper, And need to breathe. Choking. And it’s so exciting. Your cock is hard, and you want to grab it and pump it, but you can’t reach it. More, Shove that dick into me. Harder.

Gushing. Cum filling your throat. So much. Can’t swallow. Can’t breathe. Blackness covering eyes. Can’t see. Roaring in ears. Can’t hear.

Release. Slump to floor. Ears still ringing. Dizzy. Billy pulls the tie off the chair and loops it around your neck. He pulls. His cum dribbles out of your mouth and onto the rug as you grab your cock and cum.

When you awake, Billy is gone. You don’t know how long you’ve been out. The clock next to the bed reads 4:21. When did you arrive? Hard to remember. Maybe around 1:30. The whole thing with Billy took maybe half an hour. Forty-five minutes tops. So you’ve been unconscious since 2:30 or so. Almost two hours.

You’re naked. Lying on the floor where you fell after Billy shot his cum down your throat. Your neck hurts, and your mouth tastes horrible. You sit up. The chair is where Billy left it. You have to move it back in place to get to your clothes. You check your pockets. Relief. Billy didn’t steal anything. There’s an envelope stuck in the frame of the mirror. There’s another $100 bill inside and a note. “Thanks. I’ll call you again. Chokestud.”