He accepts her offer, becoming Khloe's sex-.

After subjecting him to eight straight hours of horror, she had the audacity to make demands? A fire began to brew in the pit of John's stomach as he jumped to his feet, his anger granting him newfound strength in spite of the hard dicking he received. He didn't even bother to dignify her disgusting offer as he took his check and stormed out of the building and headed home.

At least that's what he wished happened.

No matter how awful her offer was, no matter how badly he wanted to walk away with some dignity still intact, he knew that there was nothing he could do. His landlord wouldn't take him back in no matter how much he begged and the streets weren't friendly to people like him. His friends told him plenty of horror stories about homeless people getting beaten, smothered, and anally ****. A large chunk of his adult life was spent trying to avoid such a horrible fate, which ironically enough, was what got him in this mess to begin with. Khloe's offer was horrible, but it was the lesser of two evils in this instance. At least he would be getting fucked with a roof over his head instead of getting gangbanged in a filthy alleyway somewhere. He swallowed nervously as he looked up at his tormentor who stood with an impatient scowl on her face.

"Y-yes... I'll stay with you..." he murmured.

"Is that all you have to say to me? I give you a place to stay and that's the all the thanks I get?"

"Thank you! T-thank you so much for taking me in!" John cried with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. If he was going to be under the same roof as this big dicked monster, he may as well try to stay on her good side.

Khloe purred in approval as she pet patted his head condescendingly.

"See, now you're getting. When Khloe's happy, everyone's happy" she cooed before turning her attention to Mia.

"You got all the footage you needed?" she asked in a lighthearted tone that quite unlike what you've heard so far.

"I'd certainly say so. To be honest, I probably only needed one money shot. I'll have trim down a lot to get it to an hour" she huffed as she scrolled through the footage.

"Don't be such an art snob. Just put what you don't need on some porn site or something. That's sure to get you some cash" Khloe said with a shrug.

The thought of strangers wanking off to his brutal rutting made John feel ill. Luckily for him, Mia didn't share her friend's perverse interests.

"I'm not doing this for the money, Khloe. I'm an artist" she said holding her head up high.

"Rrrrright. Well, I'm gonna take my new roommate home. Gotta get him broken in proper" she said casting a sinister smile over at John. He could've sworn he saw the bulge in her pants get a bit larger as she uttered the word "broken".

"Yeah yeah. Don't forget to take your money, lover boy" Mia said dismissively as she went over the footage with a look of intense focus.

"Call me when you get the film developed. I wanna be able to relive my first time in glorious HD!" Khloe chuckled before grabbing John by the scruff of his neck and yanking him up to his feet with little effort. Noticing the confused look on his face she smirked and pulled him in close.

"That's right, stud. You were my first. And just so you know, it was way better than I thought it'd be~" she whispered lustfully into his ear.

John swallowed and nodded with a **** smile. When Mia said that it was her first time, he assumed that she was referring to staring in a movie, not having sex. He couldn't quite explain it, but that revelation somehow made what happened even worse for him. He wasn't given much time to linger on his thoughts as he was hauled out of the building and into the alleyway off the the side. A wave of dread washed over him as he feared that she was going to bend him over a dumpster and take him yet again, his asshole still aching from before. His fears were quashed once he saw the van poking out.

"Alright Jake," Chloe began as she unlocked the door.

"M-My name is... is John..." you meekly correct her. She pays you no mind as she continues.

"I hope you don't think I was sold by that half-assed 'thank you'. No, if you wanna show your gratitude, you need to really step up your game" she said before placing a hand on her chin. You knew that no matter what she suggested, you were going to hate it.

"Oh! I got an idea! How about you..."