Cory's New Life, Part II
By The Blues
In an attempt to safe Rose's Bar, Cory runs into more female trouble.


AFTERNOON

Cory had barely slept when he arrived to work at Rose's Bar in the late
afternoon. His head, his stomach, spine and entire groin still hurt horribly
from the marks a bunch of thugs had left on him yesterday. They were bullying
Rose for protection, and Cory started to get the worrying feeling Rose had
only accepted him for the job at the Bar to absorb the thugs' anger. They had
more like used him as a truncheon to smash up Rose's Bar instead.

Rose was going to work out a plan to get the money for the thugs, and she had
made it clear that Cory, car thief out of duty, would play an important part
in it. He didn't like the idea of running errands for Rose, even less so the
idea of having been abused as a thug-stopper. Unfortunately, Rose had already
caught him in her dominance too deep to run away now. The sexy, self-righteous
red-haired had him by the balls.

Rose was already waiting for him at the smashed-up bar, dressed in her usual
tight jeans and a brief, white zip halter. With a relaxed nod, she
acknowledged Cory's choice to wear his light blue jeans, apparently Rose's
favourites. His swollen, beat-up testicles hardly fitted into them, forming
visible bulges in his crotch. Rose also seemed to approve the buttoned-up
black jean vest Cory had chosen as a replacement for his shirt that had been
torn to pieces in yesterday's fight. As Cory nodded his boss good morning,
looking out the curvy lines under her top, he felt his cock hardening,
painfully stretching his jeans firmer around his injured package.

"Glad to see you on your feet", Rose smiled, "look: I have a job for you.
It'll get us out of this fucked-up mess in no time."

"You don't waste time, no?" Cory said. "What are you up to? Just so you'd
know, this mess felt REALLY fucked-up yesterday. Hell, it still does today,
and I don't think that's going to change soon..."

"I told you not to whine", Rose moaned, "agreed, we need a way to get hold of
some money quick. But I'm convinced you'll be able to handle this."

"You want me to steal something, right?" Cory guessed. He was uncomfortable
with the idea.

"Alright", Rose grinned, "I name the target, you deliver it, and then we'll
hand it over to those bitches. That's not only going to pay off our depts,
there should also be a good deal of respect in it if we get the job done."

"First off", Cory complained, "it's YOUR depts, lady. I'm not sure if you got
it, but you can count yourself lucky to have me on your side. Second, I won't
get myself into trouble with the law again. You know that - I asked you for
this fucking job to start a new life, remember? Don't think I'll be your
dumbass for the dirty work now."

Rose wasn't impressed. She was yawning during Cory's speech, finally
commenting it with a dry laughter. Instead of replying, she yanked down the
zipper of her tight, white halter top. Her extraordinarily sized breasts
literally fell out of it, displaying their prominent red nipples to Cory. His
swollen testicles were further compressed when his cock grew rock-hard in an
instant, easily visible under his tight jeans. He had a hard time resisting
the urge to touch Rose's tits, which would surely have gotten him a nasty
punishment.

"Please", she asked innocently, "do it for me. Help me, baby."

Cory knew very well Rose was playing with him. He caught himself dreaming of a
chance to fuck her once he accomplished the job to her satisfaction, even
though he knew very well she wouldn't let him. He should have known a lot
better than saying "Aye, boss", but facing her pair of beautiful tits, he
complied immediately.

"Fine", she smiled, zipping up her top and pushing her breasts into position
again, "glad to hear you're with me. Now listen to the plan... A young bunch
from the city have been visiting the bar lately, probably a couple of college
chicks on a sort of holiday. Looks like they've been resting over at the motel
for the past few days."

"I've seen them here, too", Cory nodded ashamed, "some backpackers." He had
creamed his jeans in front of one of them when they were having a few drinks
at the bar two days ago, and they hadn't been too happy with that. Cory was
surprised Rose mentioned them, as he had hoped to keep the incident secret
from her.

"Have you seen their car, too? Their 'backpacking' holidays are a full-blown
luxury trip sponsored by daddy, or whoever. I don't really care, but fact is
that they're driving some expensive, sporty sedan with all sort of alarm shit,
and they're usually leaving it at the motel when they come and have a drink.
Steal it and make it a nice little presents for our fellow troublemakers."

"That thing on the motel parking lot", Cory gasped, "it's theirs? Forget it.
That's impossible to do. I'm a fucked-up thief, not a computer expert."

"Here comes the magic. Luckily, your favourite barkeeper has overheard them
talking about their room number. Don't tell me you can't break into the lousy
motel and look for some car keys...?"

"Rose, that's tricky. What if...?"

"If you come up with a safer idea, tell me", Rose interrupted him angrily, "if
not, get the fuck down on your knees and lick me. Do well, and you might just
get your fair reward..."

This time, Cory didn't even think of disobeying. Tasting her warm juices along
with the tips of her pointed, black high-heels thoroughly pushing and rubbing
the hard bulge under his jeans, he started to consider Rose's plan worth the
risk...

NIGHT

Rose hadn't allowed him to release his pressure before she sent him out to the
motel. His battered, yet fully-laden testicles pushed hard against his jeans,
his mushroom sticking to them with pre-cum while he approached the motel in
the shadows by the road. His pressurized genitals hurt so bad he could barely
concentrate on the job, but at least his arousement helped him fight the fear
of being caught.

The target car was parked at the lot, the owners' room unlit and the door lock
prove an easy break. With only the twilight from the parking lot falling
through the windows, Cory had a hard time finding his way around the motel
room, though. The chicks had left their room in a disastrous state, clothes
scattered all over the place.

Cory had already spent a full 10 minutes in the room looking through the
chicks' clothes without finding a single key, when suddenly, the light was
switched on.

In the doorway stood the three young, female inhabitants of the room, all
probably between 18 and 20. Cory dropped the hotpants he had just been
searching for keys, standing in the brightly lit motel room with a hard-on and
two rediculously oversized balls produting from the front of his jeans. He
figured they had just caught him in the worst possible situation, staring at
them for a moment with an expression of surprise and terror in his face. Not
the best moment to say 'sorry, I was just going to steal your car,
honestly'...

It was really the bunch of drunk backpackers from the bar. Cory immediately
recognized the dark-haired girl in tight hot pants and cropped denim vest cut
to envelop her breasts like spraypaint. It was the annoying chick that had
made him cum in his jeans that particular evening. And she recognized him,
too, staring at him in sheer disgust.

Her two blonde friends looked equally disturbed, and sure equally sexy. One
wore an obstrusive, hippy-styled outfit consisting of a loose,
brightly-colored t-shirt cut off just about an inch under her breasts, brown
stretch jeans, and most obviously sandals and flowers in her hair. The other
one was more adhering to her rich and well-dressed origins, wearing a short,
gray pullover, and a fitting gray miniskirt with black high-heels. "What
the...?" she gasped.

After hesitating fora moment, Cory ran for the window to the back of the room
for a quick getaway. He had already opened it and started to climb into the
frame when the dark-haired college chick reached him, slamming one of her
sneakers into Cory's testicles from behind. His badly damaged package once
again taking a tough hit, Cory screamed in sheer agony, helplessly collapsing
onto the window frame to hang over it like a bag of potatoes. Before he could
realize what was going on, he was pulled back into the room by his boots. His
chin hit the ground hard, barely leaving him conscious.

"Are you crazy, Lizz?" he heard the rich blonde yell. "That pervert could have
killed you! Let him go and call the cops!"

"Does this sorry piece of shit look like he'd kill somebody?" Lizz shrugged,
pushing and rubbing her sneaker hard into Cory's package while he was lying
face-down on the floor, barely able to gasp. "Look at this - last time I've
seen a male package too swollen to fit into a pair of jeans was after Fred
told me he's had that slut. This guy won't be harming anybody."

"Looks like somebody taught him a lesson", the third one, obviously the hippy,
suggested, "I guess you weren't the only guest that made him cream his jeans."

"Yeah", Lizz laughed, "but he obviously hasn't learned enough yet." She used
her feet to turn Cory around on his back. Blood ran out of his mouth from his
impact to the ground. A semi-hard cock lay under the zipper of his jeans,
putting up little resistance when Lizz set foot on it. The pressure of her
sneaker on his penis made Cory moan in pain and arousement.

"Hey, Lizz", the thoroughly-styled blonde proposed, visibly inconvenienced,
"you sure we shouldn't rather call the cops before we get ourselves into
trouble?"

"What trouble", the hippy shrugged, "chill out, we won't kill him."

"That's right", Lizz nodded, further pushing and shoving Cory's penis around
with her foot. It grew harder again. "How about milking the bastard a bit? He
likes to cream his jeans, no? Let's crunch the last drop of fertile sperm out
of these pathetic balls."

Cory sighed in disgust, but he didn't get enough power together to say a word.
It was going to hurt, and bad. "Hey..." he tried to get out of his mouth, but
Lizz's foot gliding up and down the front of his jeans with enourmous pressure
wouldn't let him pronounce it.

"You're crazy, bitch, you're really crazy..." Lizz's careful friend noted, but
the sight of Cory torn in a terrible mixture of pleasure and agony quickly
made her grin.

The pain in Cory's beat-up testicles trying to supply cum was horrific. The
hips under Lizz's tight, blue hot pants were swinging in rhythm with the
yanking of her foot on Cory's penis, her tightly-packed breasts bouncing
along. Despite the pain, and two more chicks standing around him, happily
watching the torture, he came within a few seconds. He moaned in pain when a
huge load of cum was pushed out of his damaged testicles, through his
compressed cock and out into his jeans.

Lizz stopped the treatment when Cory's cock softened and his full load,
accumulated since the early afternoon, soaked the front of his jeans wet.
Instead, she raised her foot over Cory's softening bulge for a moment,
stomping on it with all her weight. "How did you like it, bastard?" she
grinned, while Cory made a noise just short of a full-blown scream. "I hope
you liked it, cause this isn't going to end anytime soon..."

"Hey, Lizz", the rich blonde asked in a shy tone, "can I be next?"

"Sure, Charly", Lizz laughed, removing her foot from Cory's privates to clear
the way for her friend.

Charly observed the wet front of Cory's jeans for a moment to find the
remaining, soft bulge under it. Cory moaned in pain when she stomped into his
penis with her pointy high-heel, scoring a perfect hit to his mushroom.

"Nice hit, Charly", the hippy encouraged her friend, "keep going. Don't stop
until he creams himself again."

Charly smiled as she felt out the sloppy thing under Cory's jeans with the tip
of her heel, occasionally shifting her weight onto it and observing the
disgusted expression in Cory's face. "I don't think that pulp is going to grow
any harder", she shrugged, not even pausing her cock-crushing, "he won't cum
again..."

"But if he does, it's going to hurt", Lizz smiled, "just keep up the pressure,
I'll try something..."

Lizz stepped over Cory, his head right between her feet, looking down into his
bloody face for a moment before she sat down on his chest spreadangled, while
Charly kept penetrating his soft cock with her high heel. Lizz caught what
remained of Cory's attention when she bent over to hang her breasts right in
front of his face. When she started unbottoning her denim crop, Cory's penis
slowly started to grow painfully, building up more resistance against Charly's
heel. After Lizz had revealed the stunningly tight gap between her breasts,
her right hand reached for the inside of her semi-unbottoned vest.

Charly built up a faster pace, pressing against his cock even more powerful
when it grew hard. Cory moaned louder when the treatment became ever more
painful, but Lizz distracted him very effectively. She pulled the semi-closed
button row of her vest to her left, stretching the tight crop around her
stunning right breast, pulling even further until her left tit literally
popped out. "You like what you're seeing?" she smiled. "A pitty you'll never
get it, no?"

When Lizz started shaking and massaging her bare breast right over Cory's
face, the pressure under Charly's treatment grew too painful for Cory to keep
control of his muscles. Again, Cory shot his warm, sticky load into his jeans.
He screamed in pain while he did, Charly's pointy high heel hammering right
into his mushroom.

"I did it", Charly laughed, "I got him to cum again..."

"Not too hard with this bastard", Lizz grinned, spitting him in the face while
she packed up her breasts again.

"I'll be next, then", the hippy smiled when her friends stepped back from
their victim. Something worryingly happy flashed in her eyes when she got her
chance. She decided to grab him by his denim vest and pull him up with
astonishing ease. She turned him around, grabbed him by the backpockets of his
jeans and pushed his hips hard against the rim of a high, wooden table by the
wall. His chest and chin dropped onto the table when his bent penis slammed
into the wooden rim.

"Aww..." Cory made painfully, and she pulled his hips back by his pockets,
just to slam his penis into the table another time. And she would continue...

"Woo-hoo", Lizz laughed, "go on!"

Cory's face and chest slid back and forth over the table as his penis was
slammed against the rim of the table over and over again. "Come on", the hippy
laughed, "fuck the table, horny bastard!"

It must have been about a dozen hits when Lizz started to realize they
probably wouldn't get any more cream out of his damaged package this way.
"Wait", she asked, "I guess our friend is a little exhausted."

"How come?" the hippy asked innocently, carelessly dropping him onto the
table.

Cory didn't move a single muscle, wondering why he was still fighting for his
consciousness.

"Let's try another approach", Lizz suggested while she walked up to the
beat-up pulp on the table. "I guess his jeans are messed up enough anyway."
She grabbed his denim vest by the shoulders, removing it from Cory's body with
his arms gliding out of the vest powerlessly. "Get up", she ordered while she
pulled him off the table by his belt.

Cory couldn't exactly stand on his feet, but with Lizz holding his belt
firmly, his own weight pushed his swollen balls so hard against the crotch of
his jeans, he somehow found enough power to prevent his body from collapsing
into them.

"Pull out your cock", Lizz demanded, yanking his belt back a little to enforce
her claim.

Obediently, Cory unzipped his wet jeans, pulling out his sorry penis. Cum
stuck to his fingers immediately. His cock was swollen blue, with a few purple
and black spots where Charly had scored multiple heel-hits. A purple streak
ran across its underside from the rim of the table. The girls laughed at him.

"Now mess up your jacket", Lizz demanded, reaching around his body to push his
own jean vest against his penis hard. She started rubbing the rough fabric
against his beat-up cock, at the same time pushing her hips against his ass to
put up some pressure. After a few painful strokes of his swollen mushroom
against the rough denim, he also felt her breasts against his naked back.

The remaining two girls watched sadistically as Lizz built up a steady pace,
arousing him with her body against his, jerking him off from behind while his
hardening cock felt like it was shred to pieces by the fabric. "Right,
bastard", she whispered in his ear, "here's more to cream..."

Cory did his best to cum as early as possible, hoping to cut the torture
short, but he couldn't. His genitals hurt like a truck had run over them. His
cock wouldn't grow any further than to a sloppy semi-hard-on.

"Come on", Lizz said impatiently as her pace grew faster, "give us some more.
I know you want it."

"What's up", Charly laughed, slapping him back and forth across the bloody
face as he was bouncing helplessly in Lizz's grip, "don't be shy!"

Charly finally decided it was wise to support Lizz's efforts with a punch to
Cory's testicles, just short of Lizz's grip. The fist to his package did the
job of releasing his muscles well, clearing the way for his third load of cum,
and unfortunately also a fair load of piss he couldn't hold back any longer.
It was all absorbed by the denim vest Lizz was rubbing against Cory's cock,
one shot with each time her hips bounced off his ass.

When she felt the black fabric getting wet, she released Cory immediately,
letting his vest fall to the ground and watching Cory drop to his knees. A
thick, yellowish mix of his juices was still dripping out of his sore cock.
When the girls noticed the smell of piss, they realized they had probably
beaten out of Cory anything they could.

"I think it's time to go now, fucker", Lizz suggested, holding him by his hair
to keep him at the knees, at least. Put on your stinking vest again and fuck
off. Don't ever mess with our clothes again."

"Or anybody's clothes", the hippy added.

Cory gasped something that sounded remotely similiar to "I'm sorry" while he
put on his wet, stinking denim vest over his naked upper body, his movements
seriously uncoordinated.

"Pack your thing in", Charly urged him.

Very carefully, Cory pushed his penis back into his jeans and zipped them up
again. The pressure of his jeans alone was a plain torture for his battered
genitals.

"So what? Can't you stand up?" the hippy asked innocently when Cory preferred
to stay on his knees for a few more seconds. "Let's help the poor boy, no?"
Together with Lizz, she grabbed him by the arms to lift him from the floor and
draw him towards the window. Charly opened it, and with a helping hand of hers
to his sore undercarriage, they lifted him up to push him out.

Despite the room being on ground level, Cory hit the dust hard enough to get
entirely knocked out for a few moments.

He found himself lying in his own juices moments later, still under the eyes
of the chicks lurking through the window. Brownish dust stuck to his wet denim
vest and the front of his jeans. "Oh my God, good he survived", he heard
Charly whisper.

"Thanks for worrying", Cory coughed, slowly starting to crawl away from the
window.

"If I don't have to see your lousy cock again", Lizz called after him, "I
might just decide not to tell your boss, fucker!" Her threat was followed by
the sound of the window slammed shut.

"My boss", he mumbled, coughing again, "fuck..." His mission had failed. Not
only had he decieved Rose, he had probably also exposed her to the anger of
the thugs that were bullying her. She would never even think of rewarding him
after fucking up like this. For a brief moment, he considered leaving town.

But it was worse. Rose would probably loose her business, and they could even
beat her to a pulp. Cory couldn't let this happen. He had to get back and
figure something out to help her. After all, he was hers. She would not allow
him to back down like this for anything but her own will. He couldn't return
with empty hands.

MORNING

It was just before sunrise when Cory had finally accomplished his task. He had
found another suitable car, an older model with less security, but nonetheless
a possible tribute for the thugs - or at least that was what he hoped. Despite
his injuries, he had forced himself trough the torture of seeking and stealing
a suitable target, hoping to make Rose proud. He hadn't been able to distract
himself from the pain is his genitals throughout the entire night.

Rose stood at the backdoor with a surprised, if anything but happy, look on
her face as Cory rolled up her backyard in an old, anything but good-looking
hatchback. When he got out of the car, exhausted from the tough night, the
expression on her face froze. Dry blood stuck to his chin, and dirt to his
clothes. On a closer look, she realized the bulge in his dirty jeans was way
too wide and too short to be caused by anything but a severly swollen, sloppy
pulp. Yellowish remains of piss had dried to his black jean vest. Cory was too
messed up to be turned on by the black lace bra shining through the
semi-transparent shirt Rose had put on to tease him for an accomplished
favour.

Rose was too smart not to realize what happened. "They only had a quick snack
before they left again", she explained, "your mobile was out. I'm glad you
weren't caught by the cops. Honestly."

"I need a drink", Cory said, "a strong one. And some water, too."

"You need a shower, toughguy", Rose added, looking out Cory's sorry state. "A
thorough one. I guess that's all yours, right?"

"Bright girl", Cory dared provoking her. He acknowledged her outfit with a
brief glance only, as he passed her to get into the bar. "The keys are inside,
if the thugs ask. Do we still have some whiskey they didn't spill all over the
floor?"

"In the kitchen", Rose called after him, "good job. I'd even allow you to cum
if you weren't too... well... you're getting the idea."

"Holy shit, Rose, talk of breaking a guy. The last thing on Earth I could
think of now is jacking off."

"A pitty", Rose shrugged, "what a pitty. Get yourself a strong drink and come
back tomorrow, I'm expecting our thugs in early next afternoon. For what it's
worth, I'll be with you. Then we'll see whether they accept our little present
or not."

"No, Rose", she heard Cory begging from the kitchen, "I'm out of this. I'm
totally fucked up. I can take no more. I know what's going to happen anyway."

"You'll be here tomorrow", Rose insisted.

"Why so sure, bitch?"

"Because your balls are mine. Plain and easy."

TO BE CONTINUED...