Bitch Boy
David Erlewine
Spring 2010
Spring 2010
My boss Carl asks me to save his marriage by becoming his wife’s bitch. The way he tells it, she still loves him and their two daughters but a few times a week she needs to rape a man.
He whispers this to me in his locked office, running his beat-up circulation fan as cover. He explains that she’s just not into raping him. He’s too hairy and tall; she wants someone more her size, less masculine.
I glance at the door and then try to match Carl’s gaze, determined not to give a rushed answer. This is the first time he's had me behind a locked door. I’ve pictured this type of meeting a few times while jerking off, though his wife has never been involved.
I’ve only been working for the government eight months, so I’m still probationary. I’m thinking of this, I guess, because Carl has my personnel file laid out on his desk. His thick fingers tap against the file, sending a little surge down my right leg. His hairy, thick hands could quickly choke someone out.
I shrug and say, “yeah, okay.” A few minutes later, his address on a post-it note in my pocket, I trudge back to my cube.
That night, he introduces me to his two daughters and then takes them out to dinner. Before the garage door has even closed, his wife, short and paunchy, has dragged me from the foyer into the living room. She sits on my face and I soon can’t find any breath. When I wake up, I’m face down on a bed, getting pounded with what I hope is a dildo. She yanks my collar and makes me profess my undying devotion to her, smacking my head when I pause before saying her name.
Mistress Raven Heart Warrior drags me off the bed and makes me declare, four times, that I am her little bitch boy. On my knees, she makes me kiss and suck the dildo while she drops little gobs of spit into my eyes. It seems like she had spaghetti for dinner, certainly something with marinara. As the coup de grace, she makes me lick her sweaty armpits. Then she removes the collar and whispers, “thanks, baby.”
I walk down to the foyer, nodding at the two little girls watching TV. Carl walks me to my car, saying “thanks” a few too many times. While the car warms up, I look up at the lighted upstairs bathroom. Mistress Raven Heart Warrior is bending down at the sink to brush the smaller girl’s teeth.
For the next few months, every second or third day Carl sends me an e-mail saying “tonight.” On those nights, he takes the girls out while Mistress Raven Heart Warrior obliterates me in various rooms of her house. One night, she leads me to the basement. It’s clear she has converted the little home gym - creaky nautilus equipment - into a ramshackle dungeon. She puts on a creepy S&M video where an old white woman, eating cotton candy, rapes a man in a black facemask. While we watch, Mistress Raven Heart Warrior comments on my receding hairline, my smallish calves, my pink “piggy” nipples. Then she writes what feels like the word “faggot” on the lower center of my back before nearly tearing me in two.
On my 11-month anniversary, Carl takes me out to lunch at Subway. After I get a refill of Coke, he asks if I can stay at the office late tonight. I say sure. He says within a month it’s going to be near impossible to fire me. I’ll have what every federal worker wants.
That night, at 6, everyone else is gone. Carl e-mails me to come into his office. She’s waiting in there with him. She bends me over his desk, pulls down my pants, slaps my legs and ass.
“Where are the kids?” I’m tempted to ask. I don’t, though, somewhat thrown off by Carl’s continued presence. “Stop thrashing,” she says, her short arms unable to fully press down on my neck.
“Do something!” she hisses. Carl stands in front of me, holding my neck down. The top of my head rests near his crotch, which smells like ham left out on the counter.
I’m not entirely surprised to hear him unzip. With both hands he holds my head still as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips. “Damn,” he says, “we’re going to have fun with you.”
I close my eyes and wonder if this will continue after I become a permanent employee. As a dick slides in and out of my mouth for the first time, and Mistress Raven Heart Warrior spits in my ass, I decide that yes it most certainly will.