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 ï>¿Author: tooluser
Title: The Bitch
Part: 1 of 6
Keywords: Mm, anal, cons
Summary: Morrie must finish a job before going on vacation, but
discovers the client has left her teenage nephew in charge.

   Â(C)Tooluser 2009

   Warning: The paragraphs you see at the top of stories give no protection
whatsoever.  The bigots have already decided that if you think differently
from them, you're a Tool of Satan (or worse, a Free Thinker) and they'll
hunt you down and then party round the bonfire while you burn.
All of the characters in this story are fictional.  No similarity to any

person alive or dead is intended.

   The story codes for the whole story are: M/t oral anal nc rp spank viol
humil beast bond

   (or to put it another way - violent man/teenboy sex with pretty much
every kink except scat and blood, 'cos they turn me off.)

   The codes for this part are: M/t, anal (cons)

   No electrons were harmed in the making of this story.  Hope you enjoy
it.

   Tee.

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   h2.The Bitch, Part 1.

   Man, was she ever a bitch!  Morrie clenched his fists on the steering
wheel until he felt his knuckles crack.  First she wanted all the cabinets
in a U, with a breakfast bar at the end.  Then she wanted an island
counter. The refrigerator must be near the stove - no - near the door.  And
the counter tops: first tiled, then steel, now slate.

   And all of it done by yesterday, of course.  He'd been putting units in
and ripping them out again and a job that should have taken ten days was
now a month over, and all because his chickenshit boss Larry still hoped to
park his measly little pecker in her henhouse.

   _"Yes, Ms.  Chandra, No, Ms.  Chandra, it's no trouble at all, Morrie
will handle it, Ms.  Chandra."_

   It wouldn't have been so bad if Larry had come across with the overtime
like he'd promised; Morrie had been eying the new VL500 supercam for a long
time.  But like most of Larry's big promises it _"hadn't quite realized
itself yet."_

   Viciously Morrie shoved the gearshift down into second; the engine
growled, protesting the weight of stone slabs stacked in the rear as the
heavy van lumbered up the hill.  It suited his mood.

   _Ah well._ His old video camera still worked, it's just he'd wanted to
impress the guys with the latest toy this vacation.  As the van cornered,
Morrie put out his big hand to steady the black kitbag on the passenger
seat.

   He was supposed to be on vacation right now: sucking beer down with his
buddies on Mike's veranda before partying at club ChiChi and going home
with some cute lil' bit of chicken.

   Morrie felt his cock harden at the memory of last year's vacation. 
Charlie, just nineteen.  Skinny, shy as a nun and studying socio-economics,
his eyes serious and a little frightened behind those big stupid glasses
until Morrie had showed him how much fun two hundred and twenty-five pounds
of muscular, sweaty laborer could be.

   Morrie grinned at the memory of their last afternoon together.

   The hotel TV in the corner of the bedroom had been replaying footage
shot in the club the night before.  Morrie had been sprawled on the bed
with Charlie whooping and riding Morrie's big cock; punching the air and
doing silly disco moves in time to the music on the TV.  Charlie's cute
balls and hard little cock were bobbing in time to the beat as he bounced
his narrow hips up and down, squeezing that fat cock with his tight little
ass.

   Finally he'd gripped both hands in Morrie's chest hair and ridden him
hard; Morrie bucking his hips counterpoint and the boy yelping _"Oh!  Oh!
Fuck me!  Fuck me!"_ each time Morrie rammed his thick meat home.  The bed
had shook as they fucked faster and harder to a finish that left them both
gasping, sticky and exhausted with the neighbors hammering on the walls and
yelling at them to keep it down - probably out of sheer jealousy.

   Morrie laughed out loud, his voice echoing in the van.  "Hell of a
performance, Charlie!"

   h3.*

   Damn!  He'd rather be there than here, but here he was, grinding up the
hill early on a Saturday morning instead of broadening little twinks' minds
and asses.

   Still, he figured this a two day job; maybe a day and a half if he
really humped it and slept in the van to save the traveling time.  Yeah,
come the middle of Sunday afternoon he was gonna be blasting down the
freeway, headed for chicken town.

   Morrie pulled left and halted in front of the big white gates.  As he
popped the door the air tasted dry with the peppery scent of cedars.  By
lunchtime it was was going to be a furnace up here.  Grumbling to himself,
Morrie crunched across the gravel and thumbed the squawkbox.

   As always, Ms.  Chandra's two dobermans began a thunderous barking the
other side of the gate, but there was no other reply.

   "Quiet Brutus!" Morrie yelled.  "Shaddup, Wolf!" It didn't quiet them of
course - it never did.  But the fearsome growls and snarls changed to yowps
of excitement as the dogs scrabbled against the gate eager to have him
scratch their ears and thump their flanks and tell them what good boys they
were.

   He'd buzzed again, and a third time before he heard a tinny voice echo
from the speaker.

   _"Yes?"_ The voice sounded young; not one Morrie had ever heard before.

   "Maurice Carlton, Pinnacle Kitchens."

   _"Oh!  The big guy.  My aunt, she told me about you.  I have new
instructions."_

   The lock clunked and Morrie heard motors hum as the gates began to swing
open.

   Brutus was the first through the gap, a huge coal black hound whose head
came up to Morrie's waist, his tongue lolling between enormous fangs.  A
truly ferocious sight except for the stub of his tail wagging.  The tan
hound Wolf was right behind, bounding like he was made of rubber.

   When he'd first started coming up here, the dogs had been skittish and
half crazy, but playing with them during his meal break - not to mention
the longer sessions where Ms Chandra agonized over the placement of a light
fitting or the exact shade of the flooring - had calmed the dogs down a
lot. Damn, he was gonna miss these dogs when this job was finished.

   Morrie braced himself as Brutus jumped up, his huge front paws nearly at
Morrie's shoulders as he tried to lick the man's face.

   "Down, ya idiot," Morrie said, heaving him off and rubbing his ears as
Wolf circled round behind and bashed his legs.  "And you too, yeah, good to
see you too, hound." He reached down to thump the younger dog's flank, but
Wolf yelped and moved away.

   "Hey!  What ch'yu been doin', hey boy?" Morrie crouched, calling the
younger dog to him.  "Hey, boy!  C'mon Wolf, here boy!" Wolf padded back
while Brutus paced behind him and whined.

   "It's okay boy.  Yeah, let me look.  What you bin doin' hey?" Morrie
scratched Wolf's head while he looked the dog over.  Now that he was
squatting, he could see a long ugly gash along the dog's ribs.  It was only
shallow, but should be seen to.

   "Oh, _that_ trouble again, huh?  Some folks just shouldn't have dogs."

   Although Brutus seemed physically okay, now Morrie was looking for it,
he could see that the big dog wasn't acting right.  Something had bent his
world out of shape.  He wanted to stay close to Morrie and, the first
craziness of greeting over, now seemed quiet but kind of jumpy, too.

   Morrie stood up.  "Don't you worry guys.  We'll sort this out.  Fine
pair of goddamn' guard dogs you two are, ya big shy softies!  Now go on -
git!  Away from the van.  _In!"_ Morrie pointed and the dogs loped back
into the grounds.

   _"New instructions!"_ he muttered to himself as he got back into the
van. "I can't wait.  I just can't bloody wait." Still, he thought, as he
slammed the van door and re-started the engine.  At least I won't have that
fuckin' bitch squintin' over my shoulder and changin' her mind all the
goddamn' time.  And who knows?

   Maybe he's cute.

   h3.* * *

   The sliding glass kitchen doors opened onto a brick laid patio, and
three steps led down to the paved parking place.  Morrie carefully reversed
the van as close to the bottom of the steps as he could, shortening the
distance he would have to carry the heavy slabs.  He got out and was just
unlocking the rear van doors when he heard a little cough behind him.  He
turned and looked up.

   The boy stood on the top step, clad in a dazzling white sports shirt and
tiny white briefs that made his smooth coffee-milk skin seem much darker.
His long, glossy, curly hair was held back from his face by a toweling
sweatband.  High cheekbones and a narrow pointed jaw gave him a classically
pretty look, but his expression was sour and angry and he darted glances
left and right as though muggers and assassins might jump out from behind
the bushes at any minute.

   "Here.  For you." He pushed a thick white envelope down towards Morrie,
jiggling it impatiently.  "You shall follow these instructions exactly.  My
aunt not tolerate any more shoddy work."

   "Yeah." Morrie tore open the envelope and frowned over Ms.  Chandra's
spiky, tangled scrawl.  He scratched his head.

   "Well?  You can read, yes?"

   Morrie looked up.  "Yeah, and I hear real good too.  You, you're --" he
paused and squinted at the writing again.  "Sanjay, right?  Well, go back
indoors and tell Ms.  Chandra that if she's changed her mind again and
wants the big dishwasher, it means new cabinets which means new tops."

   Sanjay shook his head.  "I cannot.  My aunt, she has gone off to the
villa for weekend."

   "So get on the phone and tell her."

   "She say she wish time for alone and gives to me the emergency phone,
but I do not call her for this - she shall be angry!  That is the whole
point why I am here." His lip curled.  "That and to feeding her smelly
beasts."

   "Then I'm gonna fix the kitchen the way she agreed before."

   "Oh?  You can show the agreement?" Sanjay smirked, and Morrie found
himself wishing he could grab both Ms.  Chandra and his boss and bang their
stupid heads together.  Larry and his fuckin' handshake deals.

   Morrie sighed.  _So much for a quick finish._ He'd be lucky if he didn't
end up going back to the workshop again.

   "Shit.  Well half the kitchen's the same anyway, so I might as well get
on with that." Morrie was just turning back to the van when the boy spoke
again.

   "Also you cannot park van on the yard.  It has new pavings."

   "The paving's fine: the van won't crack it."

   "I am not caring.  I do not wish that van parked in this place.  You
will move him."

   The paving had been new when this damn' kitchen project was first begun,
and the van had been parked in that place every time without harm.  But as
Larry kept telling him: _"The customer is always right -- until we've got
their money."_ And that bitch was trouble enough already.

   "Okay, sure." _Give the little prick what he wants._ Morrie strode away,
feeling in his pocket for the keys.

   The paved yard wasn't _that_ big, Morrie told himself as he settled into
the driving seat.  At most it would add a minute to a trip.  Each and every
goddamn' trip.

   "Jumped-up prissy little goddamn' prick," he muttered to himself.  "End
up just like his fuckin' aunt if someone don't teach him better."

   The engine started with a rumble, and for a moment, Morrie was tempted
to simply leave.  _Fuck 'em both._ But Larry would chew his ass off,
talking about "community reputation" and "honoring promises".  Yeah, right.
Larry the promise-keeper.  That was worth a laugh in the bars.

   Morrie drove the van slowly back the way he'd come until the wheels
crunched on gravel again.  It was a stupid place to park, blocking the
driveway like this, but hell.  The customer was always fuckin' right.

   He killed the engine, set the parking brake with a good hard pull and
climbed out.

   "Time to get humpin', get up a sweat, and get this job sorted," he
muttered as he swung the rear doors open.  Morrie slid the first
yard-square piece of slate towards himself, lifting it onto his shoulder
with a soft grunt, and then crouched awkwardly to grab his toolbox with his
free hand.

   The heavy slate pressed into his shoulder as he clumped across the yard,
the sun already heating his back.  He knew he would regret giving in to the
kid before the afternoon was over.

   He turned the corner to find the boy standing in the doorway.

   Climbing the steps, Morrie realized that Sanjay was smaller than he'd
thought, and younger too.  Suddenly instead of looking up at a cocky
sixteen or seventeen year old, he was looking down at a kid of maybe
fourteen.

   Much more beautiful close up, Morrie decided: huge dark almond shaped
eyes with lashes like black fans, and plum colored lips that even in their
present sulky pout looked decidedly kissable.  Morrie found himself
wondering if the boy's skin was that same honey-dark color all over, or
just the parts that saw the sun.

   Sanjay frowned up at him and then retreated into the kitchen.

   h3.* * *

   The open-plan kitchen made up about a third of the large party room, the
entire glass wall of which could be rolled open to allow access to the
patio.  A huge plasma screen hung on the opposite wall, currently imitating
an aquarium.  The dining suite was a blond angular Swedish style, and a
studded white leather day bed arched its sleek modern curves in front of
the window, displayed like sculpture next to a low chrome and glass coffee
table.  It hadn't impressed Morrie the first time.

   "Style-by-numbers fashion-supplement furnishing," he muttered.  "If that
chicken-brained bitch had the guts to buy stuff she actually liked maybe
she wouldn't keep changing her mind every time some fuckin' swank mag does
a new spread."

   He turned back to see Sanjay pulling himself up onto a high stool at the
breakfast bar.  The remains of a platter of sliced fruit and cheese, a
half-used stick of butter and a French loaf suggested he'd interrupted the
boy's breakfast.

   As Sanjay twisted round to push aside a fruit bowl and a couple of
ornamental spice grinders, Morrie felt his eyes drawn to the curve of the
boy's sleek little ass in those tight, tiny shorts.  Sanjay turned back and
leaned an elbow on the counter in theatrical nonchalance, staring
insolently at Morrie.  Despite the attitude he looked unbearably cute in
his white tennis outfit.

   "You play tennis a lot?" Morrie dumped the toolbox and then carefully
set the slab down flat by the window.

   "No I do not play tennis here.  I do not wish to be outside." Sanjay
glanced towards the open door and fidgeted on his stool.  "This place, it
is not good for me.  To find the sun, I must go elsewhere.  The beach is
good."

   Morrie raised his eyebrows.  "The beach, huh?  Yeah, you sure have got a
good tan."

   Sanjay spread his hand and looked down at it.  "Yes, I am true Asian guy
and I like to show."

   Morrie blinked, trying to banish the images of Sanjay in a skimpy
speedo, glittering beads of water running down his gleaming, dark skin.

   "Well, I guess it helps you're a pre -- _handsome_ boy too."

   Sanjay grinned, his smile as dazzling as his shirt.  "Huh.  For sure I
have luck at the beach.  I swim, and the girls they smile to me.  American
girls so easy.  The last time I am speaking with many girls and kiss."

   "Lucky guy."

   "No." Sanjay shook his head, very serious.  "It is _karma._ The girls
they come because I do not pollute myself.  I do many proper things to keep
pure.  I do not eat the meat, and keep from the unclean thing." He fidgeted
on the stool again, and suddenly burst out "It is too bad that my aunt she
keeps filthy dogs!  And now she says that I must be with them and touch
their food!  I do not touch meat or dog!

   "But my aunt she says it is all stupid old stuff and she will be modern.
I say she is _coconut!_ Brown outside but inside white!" Sanjay clenched
his fist and banged it down on his knee.

   Morrie shrugged.  "Well, I guess you do what you can.  Your aunt's been
workin' real hard, an' doin' real good too, I'd say."

   _"Puh!_ This money from husband - he run the factory, you know?  Kill
animal!  But she not care, marry this unclean man.  You the same my mother.
She say I must come here and learn from her sister; all the time she say
this.  I am here one month and I know she is too bad.  She do many bad
thing."

   "Well kid, you can stop worryin' about her makin' money off that
run-down meat-packin' plant in the valley - went bust last year.  Anyways,
we all gotta start somewhere.  I mean, I can build good and do all sorts of
stuff now, but know how I started out?  Plumbin'.  Fixin' toilets on this
crappy housin' project.  But it done me good, getting my hands dirty - if
ya see what I mean."

   _"What?"_

   Sanjay was staring at him, his lip curled in distaste.  "You work in
toilet?"

   "Yeah, a plumber, like I said."

   "Oh, you have much work to do, to climb up like me.  But even Dalit can
go up, with us in new India.  You can study and not eat the meat."

   "Well, I kind of _like_ eating meat," Morrie said, straight-faced. 
"Look it's real kind of you, kid, but I reckon I'll give the karma a miss
for now, you know?  I reckon we're only here the once and it's better to
make this life a good 'un.  No offense, okay?

   Morrie grinned disarmingly.  "An' talking of the good times, I'm due on
vacation soon as we can get this done.  Goin' out to _Pine Bay_ again."

   "I do not think I know this Pine Bay."

   "Well, I guess not.  If you're lookin' for ladies, you ain't gonna have
much luck round there.  But the guys are real friendly, if you know what I
mean." He winked at Sanjay who sat on the stool open mouthed.

   "You mean, you are the gay?"

   "Yeah."

   "But you are big man.  Muscle, and hairy!"

   "What, you thought we all swished, and wore frilly shirts?  Ain't so.  I
mean, you're the pretty one here, an' you got long hair too.  But you like
girls, you said?"

   "For sure I like girl!  For man to want the dick is disgusting!  So
nasty!"

   "Oh, don't knock it till you've tried it, kid."

   "I will never do!  Anytime in my mouth I bite!  You are sick man!  Now I
learn why you not follow the path - too low.  You must many time come again
to learn the woman."

   "Oh, I'm comin' often enough.  An' it sounds like you're doing my share
of women for me."

   "Yes, I am only for women and girl.  I would not fall so low that I go
with a man, like animal or dog!"

   Morrie kept a smile plastered on his face.  "Well," he said mildly, "I
wanna get finished here quick as I can.  Guess I'd better get humpin'."

   h3.* * *
   _(End of part 1.)_