Cory's New Life, Part I
By The Blues
Working at Rose's Bar, ex-criminal Cory faces Rose's powers and agony


Cory has had a hard time looking for a honest job. His thieveries hadn't lead
him anywhere expect into trouble, and after weeks of his unsuccessful attempts
to find a legal employment, Rose McKenzy had finally decided she could use
him.

Cory used to be a regular guest at Rose's Bar, and he had been fairly glad to
see her trusting him enough to let him run the bar while she took some time
for herself. She didn't exactly pay a lot, and Cory had to work late, but he
accepted nonetheless. In part because of his lousy situation, in part because
of Rose's looks.

Rose was a fairly young woman, a toughgirl of a kind, slightly older than
Cory. With her curly red hair, excellent shape and a thing for tight jeans and
shirts tied firmly around her stunning breasts, she was a tough sight to
resist. Her sexy looks, her vast self-confidence and her unquestionable
hands-on approaches had Cory surrender to her quickly.

When she had introduced him to the job on day 1, she had repeatedly noticed
the shape of Corys hard-on under his jeans. She had smiled at him with
superiour arrogance, forbidding him to have a hard-on at work. She had also
instructed him to arrive at work in light blue jeans and a white muscleshirt
only, to allow her to easily check for suspicous bulges and take measures if
necessary. Cory obeyed.

On day 2, she took measures. Cory had arrived at work dressed as ordered, but
her white top stretched to semi-transparency quickly made his cock grow. She
grabbed him by the testicles, twisting and squeezing them slightly, mostly as
a demonstration of power. The traetment, not terribly painful, made him even
hornier, driving his cock rock-hard and his eyes over her body greedily. After
a few minutes of teasing, she sent him to the toilet to jack off, advising him
not to let this happen again. At that point, he had been hers.

Day 3 saw Cory licking Rose's pussy before the first guests arrived. He had
already arrived with a hard-on, leaving her no choice but to deliver a good,
old-fashioned punch to his testicles, ordering him to his knees. She enjoyed
his tongue for a few minutes while her warm juices came dripping into his
mouth, Cory growing hotter and harder.

Suddenly, she would decide to open the bar, leaving Cory no time to get rid of
his load.

He had to work alone at the Bar the whole night through, with his package
fully ladden and the pain from her punch occasionally returning. Lots of
attractive female guests wouldn't let him forget the pressure. Some guests
noticed the hard-on under his jeans, jiggling, laughing at him or staring at
him with disgust. It was only late at night that the last guests left,
allowing him to close and release the pressure painfully.

Similiar events were commonplace during the next few days. Rose would always
tease him, squeeze, slap or even punch his testicles. Often, she had him lick
or finger her, but she would never allow his genitals to get anywhere near her
body. She always left him in desperate need of releasing his juices, and he
barely got the chance during the long hours of work.

Day 5 had a young, blonde chick spilling beer over him for staring at her pink
push-up halter a little too long, with an obvious hard-on. Rose had him pay
for the missing beer.

With day 6 came a bunch of female backpackers resting at Rose's Bar. They got
drunk and annoying, making fun of the town in general, the old-fashioned duke
box in particular and laughing at Cory. One of them, probably a college girl
in worn-out sneakers, hot pants and a cropped denim vest, grew especially
nasty. Late into the night, she would slightly grab Cory's crotch out of sheer
drunk silliness, unexpectedly relasing the loads Rose's earlier treatment and
her looks had stored in his balls. He trembled as shot after shot of warm
cream flooded his jeans, standing right behind the counter with the bar
reasonably populated. Only the silly drunk noticed the incident, slapping her
palm across his face and returning to her friends. Most of the other guests
hadn't noticed what exactly had happened - for the rest of the night, Cory
tried to hide the wet front of his light jeans in the twilight behind the
counter. He let the backpackers go without paying their drinks, hoping to keep
the incident secret from other guests who might tell Rose. Of course, some
noticed the mess.

On day 7, Cory arrived at work in a pair of darker blue jeans, as his other
jeans had been messed up the night before. Rose turned out seriously unhappy
with his disobedience towards her dresscode. She grabbed his testicles through
the crotch of his wrong jeans, firmly squeezing and rolling his balls against
one another. Cory gasped in pain, but would accept the whole, monotonous
procedure with a semi-hard-on. With his genitals aching terribly after a few
minutes of her playing with them, he promised to comply with her dresscode the
next day. She allowed him to stay for today and had him kneel down to lick her
pussy as usual. While he was at it, she kept rubbing the front his crotch
gently with her shiny high-heels to put him under the usual pressure. He had a
hard time holding his fluids back, and she stopped it to leave only seconds
before his muscles would fail to hold the cum back.

Rose had just about left through the backdoor when the first guests arrived.
Cory's genitals hadn't even had the chance to calm down, and the look of the
two guests already sent more blood circulating through his penis. Both were
females, botch were hot-looking and brizzling with style.

One had the shiniest, smoothest black hair Cory had seen in a while. Her green
eyes and light brown face had that dark, mysterious look Cory could fall for.
Her cropped, black leather jacket was almost skin-tight, zipped up to the
collar as to totally fit the smooth curves of her breasts, exposing a slim,
but musculous belly. Light blue, almost white jeans looked as if they were
sprayed on, and shiny black boots and golden earrings completed her
breathtaking apparel.

Her taller companion seemed to be more of a casual town chick, although she
followed her mate's basic apparel. Her long, brown curls looked more rugged,
her brown eyes less determined. She wore a less polished button-up leather
vest with a v-neck deep enough to reveal a tight gap between her breasts. The
boots over her jeans weren't as high and shiny as her black-haired
companion's.

Cory had a hard time not to cream his jeans right away.

"Where's Rose?" the polished black-haired asked while her companion switched
the sign at the door from "open" to "closed".

"She's not at work today", Cory replied, staring at her with paralyzing
fascination. The tall, brown-haired girl by the door just laughed.

"Not at work today?" the black-haired refrained with curious surprise. "She
should be expecting us." She didn't pay particular attention to the huge bulge
in Cory's jeans.

"I'm sorry, she's not here", Cory shrugged. "I'm in charge. Maybe I can help
you instead?"

"Sure", the black-haired, obviously the voice of the couple, grinned, "you
see, Rose owes us money. Two months, to be precisely."

Suddenly, Cory was struck by the idea that Rose might have put him behind the
counter to buy herself some time. The sexy boss of the two money collectors
took pleasure in approaching Cory slowly, with her hips swinging in a smooth
pace, while her companion got behind the counter with Cory. He realized he was
in trouble. "Ladies", he smiled, "I'm sure we can talk about it. Rose actually
left only a few minutes ago, you can probably catch her if you hurry up."

"Why should we inconvenience ourselves?" the lead thug smiled. "We have a lot
of time. Which doesn't mean we are particularly patient, right, Gina?"

"Right, boss", the brown-haired nodded, happily rubbing her left fist.

"You see", the boss continued in a calm voice, "Rose has repeatedly decieved
us, and she has repeatedly been advised to pay for her security. So tell
me..." She made a brief break before she grabbed Cory by the front of his
shirt and pulled him over the counter, assisted by Gina's kick to his spine.
"Where is the fucking money?!" Cory heard her yell at him while the pain shot
through his back. The very next moment, Gina drove her fingers into his crotch
from behind, firmly grabbing both his fully-ladden testicles and pushing them
into his body with tremendous force. He screamed in horror as the pain shot
through his genitals, briefly taking control over his muscles. Once again, he
had to surrender his sticky load to a girl squeezing his balls. This time, the
pain was horrible as the loads of cum found their way out of his tightly
compressed balls, with roughly each shot that went into his jeans accommpanied
by a forceful punch to his stomach. About five loads of cream and four punches
to his stomach later, Cory was lying flat on the counter facing the thugs'
leader. Only her companion's powerful claw in his testicles supported his
weight, preventing him from dropping from the counter like a bag of garbage.

"He got himself wet", Gina reported to her boss, "can I crack him?"

"That depends", the black-haired beast said, telling her muscle to stand by
with a routine wink, "where is the money, slut? We're businesswomen, no
sadists. Right, Gina?"

"Hillarious", Gina laughed, shoving her fingers a little deeper into Cory's
testicles, "right, boss, sure we're businesswomen, too."

"Rose has the money", Cory murmured an agony, "Rose has it..."

"I guess Rose has yet to realize certain claims will be enforced", the boss
assumed, "it's hard to believe she'd rather have her assets damaged than pay a
small, monthly fee. Gina?"

"Yeah, Boss?"

The untouchable black-haired just turned away, pulling out her mobile phone,
when she said: "Smash up the place with this pathetic slut."

"Aye, boss", Gina complied. Cory could barely shout "Wait, I..." before she
had torn him up from the counter and smashed him into the shelves to his back.
His spine knocked most of the bottles from their shelves, spilling a mess of
beer and whiskey over the floor.

Calm as if she was waiting for the bus, the boss held her mobile phone to one
ear patiently.

Gina swung her leg around to drive her boot into Cory's stomach, knocking the
shelves from the wall with Cory's spine. She grabbed Cory by the shirt before
he could bend over, fall to the ground or even think about vomiting,
powerfully driving her knee right between his legs. The blow lifted his feet
from the ground, but she still kept him in her tight grip to swing him around
and push him against the counter. She raised her fist, aiming at his jaw.

"Hey, it's Tasha", Cory barely heard the boss chat into her mobile happily,
moments before Gina's fist hit his jaw like a sledge hammer. His shirt tore
when he was thrown over the counter by her powerful blast. Cory saw stars
dancing around his dark surroundings and let the blood flow out of his mouth,
still fighting to stay conscious.

"Yeah boss, it's about that bar south of the motel", he heard Tasha report to
her superiour with calm serenity, "guess what? The bitch isn't here."

Cory hadn't even realized his brief stay on the floor before Gina tore him
back to his feet by the rags of his shirt. She took good aim before she drove
her fist to his jaw a second time, sending him stumbling into one of the
tables while he fell. His impact tore the table down, and Gina threw the
remaining rags of his shirt after him.

"We're currently leaving her a little note", Tasha explained at the phone,
"nothing too fancy. I expect her to pay next time."

With Cory's shirt damaged, Gina resorted to his hair and crotch to grab him
and pull him to his feet. For a moment, she considered what piece of furniture
to tear down next, and she decided the door to the toilet would suit her needs
well. She dragged Cory into position and jumped off the ground to blow a
devastating flying-kick to his stomach. The impact literally kicked him away.
His back crashed into the door, breaking the lock and pushing the door open.

"Yeah, sure, boss, we'll handle this. See you later", were the last words Cory
heard before he blacked out.

He quickly found himself gasping and coughing water into the toilet, though.
"Right there, slut", Gina laughed at him, pushing his face under the stinking
water by his hair, "have a drink." Something was compressing his balls awfully
hard, and he couldn't help but guess it was Gina's fist.

"So what, boss?" he heard Gina say when she pulled his face over the water for
another brief second. "Can I crack him now?"

"Not for now", Tasha decided gracefully, "not necessarily... I guess he must
have something to be REALLY scared of when he's trying to convince Rose to pay
her debt."

"Yeah, boss", Gina obeyed, pulling Cory to his feet once again, one hand
around his hopelessly battered crotch, one grabbing his hair.

"Please, slut", Tasha patiently tried to explain to him, "could you inform
Rose about our visit?"

Cory nodded slowly while Gina held him in place, facing Tasha.

"Tell her we are concerned about her and her personel's security in case she
can't provide the fee."

"Got it", Cory murmured.

"Good, good..." she nodded. She paused briefly to add: "Oh, and about you, my
arrival and your ejaculate... Gina, would you be so kind to release his
balls?"

They didn't leave Cory a chance to beg. Tasha's shiny boot hit Cory's swollen
undercarriage so hard it felt like they would come out of his mouth as a
bloody pulp. Gina wouldn't let him drop to his knees, grabbing his battered
package again to lift him straight up. One fist firmly closed around each
swollen ball, she started twisting her wrists, having Cory gasp and whine in
terror. "Let's get to the backdoor", Tasha suggested.

Having him right by his badly damaged scrotum, Gina pushed Cory stumbling
towards the backdoor and out of it, with Tasha kindly opening the door for
that purpose. Cory was barely able to gasp, leave alone cry for help.

In the bar's dusty backyard, Tasha opened one of the large trashbins, full of
garbage from the bar. Dust, ashtrays, rags used to clean the toilet and
remains of food from a week before were amongst the delightful contents. "Get
the slut to where he belongs", Tasha instructed her thug.

"Yeah, boss", Gina grinned, pushing Cory against the trashbin to push him up
the container's wall by his testicles alone. For the last few inches, Tasha
helped her personally by holding his feet, shoving cory headlong into the
rotten garbage. The stinking remains of a week's business stuck to his body,
hair and jeans instantly. The taste of beer spilled and cleaned up a week ago,
mixed with some ratshit, seemed to invade his senses.

"We'll stay in touch", Tasha promised in a professional tone when she slammed
the lid of the trashbucket shut.

With Cory barely able to move a muscle, Rose salvaged him from the trashbin
about an hour later. Or rather, she threw the container over with some effort,
allowing him to leave without having to touch him. Both his skin and jeans had
taken a uniform brownish teint.

Rose wasn't exactly surprised to hear what happened, but Cory hadn't any power
left to throw accusations at her. "Go home, get a shower and come to work in
time tomorrow", she instructed him, thinking about her options. "The situation
is pretty fucked-up, but I might just have plan that will get us the money in
no time."

"Say, boss", Cory gasped, still lying in the trash scattered in the backyard,
"that plan doesn't happen to have me doing some fancy dangerous shit for you?
Hell, you bitch, I'm out of this..."

"Now don't come whining just because a bunch of thugs fucked with your balls",
Rose yelled at him, "I'm not sure if you noticed it, but your balls belong to
me. This plan is safe, at least while you follow my instructions. Stick with
me and two bitches might come to fuck you up if don't do it right. Quit and
run away like a whim, and I promise I'm going to fuck you up personally, not
sure what you'd prefer." That said, Rose bent down to pull Cory to his feet -
gently enough, by his arms.

He found himself in the awkward situation of not being able to resist her.
"Alright, boss", Cory surrendered, coughing dust, "let's do it your way. So
what's your preferred get-rich-quick-scheme?"

Rose grinned at Cory, too happily to leave any hope he might like the idea.

TO BE CONTINUED...