All Chapters of Owned By A Heart I Could Never Keep: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

On Thursday, Bart took me to my first gay bar. He wore a white wife beater, leather pants and black boots. He had me put on a tight wife beater and a tight pair of jeans. The bar was not what I expected. It was dark and seedy and a little scary. Many of the guys there were wearing leather and they were all big and rough looking. I clung to Bart's side, though I didn't need to. He told me not to go off anywhere without him and he had his arm around my neck or shoulders most of the time. He got both of us drinks from the bar and we made our way to a back corner. Bart took me to the dance floor and we danced very close, with Bart grinding into me and kissing me as we danced. After 20 minutes, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the floor. He led me through the bar to a back room. It was dimly lit, but I could see that there were other guys in there. They were grunting, groaning, groping, kneeling, moving against each other. Someone brushed up against me and I grabbed onto Bart's arm.

I dropped my boss's dry cleaning off and hopped on the 'L'. God, I was so happy to be getting off work early, and on a Monday at that. When my boss told me to take off early, I was shocked. I was not so shocked when he told me to drop his dry cleaning off on the way.It's hard to believe that I've been working for him for two years. I still hadn't gotten my CPA. I don't know where the time went. I took the job for experience and to bring money in, but two years later, I was still there doing menial grunt work and going nowhere. Sometimes I felt like such a failure, but Bart would tell me that it was okay. I didn't need a stressful job like he had and he made plenty of money to take care of us.In contrast, Bart was very successful at his job. In the two years he's been with the company, he's been promoted twice. He makes nearly four times the amount of money I do.I sighed and got off the train and walked down the steps. It was cold and windy and I shivered and zipped my jacket up.As

On Friday I was sitting at my desk with my laptop thinking I was going to need a bigger screen, a keyboard and a mouse if I was going to work all day on this computer. I put together a shopping list of things I needed to pick up over the weekend. As I thought about my shopping list, I quietly whistled a tune and tapped my pen to the beat on my notepad. When I realized what I was doing, I chuckled to myself. I sat back in my chair and looked around my little office. In just a week my life had changed so dramatically. I had quickly grown to love my new job. I made a difference here. My parents loved me. Every time they saw me, they had grins on their faces. I was happy. I thought I was happy with Bart, but didn't realize how unhappy I truly was until now. I deserved to be happy. I deserved better than Bart. I was getting ready to print the week's invoices, so I got up and loaded the printer with the invoice paper. I heard Dad laughing, and I peeked out of my office door onto the sal

Bart suddenly pushed me up against his truck and wrapped his hand around my throat. He leaned into my ear, "Listen here, you little bitch, I'm the one who decides when we're done. And I'm not through with you yet." "Please, Bart. You can get anyone you want. Please, just leave me alone." I was on the verge of crying and Bart exhaled sharply. He was getting really pissed. Gordie's truck pulled into the parking lot and he slammed on the brakes in front of us. Bart let go of me as Gordie hopped out of the truck. "What the fuck's going on here?" Gordie asked. "It's a private matter between me and my boyfriend," Bart said. "So, if you don't mind, fuck off." Bart grabbed my arm and dragged me to the passenger side of his truck. "Hey!" Gordie shouted and stepped up and pulled Bart's hand off me. "Keep your hands off him!" "Who the fuck do you think you are? Mind your own fucking business," Bart growled. "I'm Clark's best friend is who I am. And he doesn't want to go with yo

I bent down and took him straight into my mouth, swallowing down as much as I could. I worked it in and out nice and slow, sucking and slurping, stroking him with my mouth and hand. I used my tongue to swirl around the shaft and head. "Oh, fuck, Clark. Oh god, no one can suck it the way you do. You're so fucking good, baby." His compliments really turned me on and I groaned around his dick, which made him push up into my mouth. I increased the speed of my movements and Gordie's hands moved to my head. His fingers pushed through my hair and gripped my scalp gently. His breathing quickened and his hips were thrusting up to meet my mouth and bobbing head. "Oh, god, I'm close. You're gonna get my come, Clark baby. Oh, god, please let me come in your mouth. Swallow it for me, baby. Oh, fuck!" I had no intention of pulling off, but Gordie gripped my head tight and held it still. His cock hardened and swelled, then jerked and pulsed repeatedly in my mouth as it shot load after load of co