The Deal Ch. 04

I'd become a bundle of nerves 24/7. Mike was relentless in pushing me beyond my perceived limits and out of my comfort zone. He knew how embarrassed and humiliated I felt after he paraded me around in tight shorts and pink sneakers. He saw how red my face turned when he told someone that I "sucked a good cock." Mike got off on it.

When Mike told me to handle my difficulties at work by always doing what I was told by the men I worked with, it terrified me. As someone who was already scared of his own shadow, the idea of my strange personal life bleeding into my work life was a horrifying thing. It wasn't that I was going to do the same things I did with Mike and the men I was seeing with my co-workers and bosses. It was that I was going to stop even trying to be strong and assertive and to become submissive in the workplace and not try to hide it.

That would turn me into a constant target for abuse at work. The guys already didn't think much of me, but once I started lowering my head and saying, "Yes, sir," whenever they asked me to do something or said something needed to get done, they'd dump ever shit job on my desk and have a laugh doing it. I'd go along with everything, feeling more intimidated by men than ever, afraid they'd get mad at me if I refused to do something or if I reported something.

The teasing got worse. They were no longer muttering about what a "fairy" they thought I was, they'd say it to my face, knowing I wouldn't respond in defense of myself. I'd just pretend I hadn't heard the remark when they said, "Hey, can you give me a copy of this invoice, Keithy?" in a tone of derision.

What would I do if I ran into one of the guys from work when Mike was parading me around at the mall or somewhere else in pink sneakers and Daisy Dukes? It was hard to put the thought out of my mind, but it was one of Mike's fantasies. Every time we went out he secretly hoped I would run into someone I know while out dressed like that with a man who had no problem casually telling people that I sucked dick.

And then it happened. We were walking through a fairly crowded mall. I was in hot pink spandex cheerleader shorts, a t-shirt, and pink sneakers with ankle socks. Mike was reminding me to keep my head up and make eye contact with people, most of whom would give me confused or nasty looks, when I saw Tony and Brian, two of the guys from the warehouse, coming towards us from a distance.

I stopped and stood suddenly stiff, looking weakly at Mike, muttering about how we needed to leave that I had to get home, and he just put his hand on my arm and pulled me towards him.

"What's wrong with you, Keithy?" he asked, sounding amused and annoyed at the same time.

"I... they... I know... from work..."

Mike looked up and back at me and said, "Who? Let's go say hello."

I pulled away, for the first time in a long time, and Mike pulled me to the side, out of where people were walking, and told me to calm down and take him to meet my "friends" from work.

"No, please," I whined as I tried to pull away. We were making a scene and the guys from work had now seen me, standing there dressed as I was having a hissy fit and arguing with a man. "Oh god..." I said sadly, looking down, as I realized Tony and Brian had seen me and were coming towards us.

"What's up, Keithy?" Brian asked. "Love the shorts," he said as he and Tony both broke out laughing.

"I'm Mike," said Mike as he extended a hand. "You guys work with Keith?"

"Oh yeah, but he doesn't dress like that at work."

Mike smiled. "Keith loves to show off those legs of his. And he sucks a good dick, so what can I say?"

"I bet he does," Tony laughed. The two guys could not stop laughing as they looked me up and down. I just stood there, frozen in horror and feeling completely humiliated.

As they walked away, I stood there shivering, suddenly feeling the cold of the air conditioning mixed with my horror at what had just happened. I looked weakly at Mike who just smiled and said, "Why don't we keep walking around, hmm?"

By the time we got home and I got on my knees in front of Mike, I desperately sobbed, "Please don't ever leave me, Mike, please..."

"Keep doing what you're told and I won't," he said as he smiled and tousled my hair. "I'll be bringing two new friends for you to meet tomorrow night. Now, suck me off so I can go home, and jerk that little dick of yours while you do it, and tell me how much you love sucking cock and keep telling me you'll do anything to please me."

"Yes, sir, I love sucking cock and I'll do anything to please you," I said before lowering my head and sliding my lips over the head of his cock. I would suck for several seconds and then come up again, my right hand pulling on my very hard penis, which had gotten hard as a rock when I was being laughed at by my co-workers and hadn't softened since. Each time I came up, I'd repeat the words a little more breathlessly, until I was breathing very hard, crying my eyes out, and desperately sobbing the words and begging Mike not to leave me.

It was strange feeling afraid that Mike would leave and never come back again. I could have stopped if he did. I wasn't brave or assertive enough to go out and meet men on my own and if he left, I would have gone back to hiding my legs and maybe to stop shaving them and pretend I was a real man. No, I really did love sucking cock, and I still really, really love sucking cock and that will never change, but at that time it felt like without Mike I would be alone and pretending not to be the cock-loving slut I was.

Returning to work after that was absolutely terrifying. I sat in my car trembling until the very last minute when I rushed inside and tried to get past everyone and to my computer where I did electronic receiving. The walk to my desk was more horrifying than I imagined. Tony and Brian had wasted no time in telling everyone about their encounter with Mike and me. Everyone was staring, laughing, making little comments to each other, until finally this guy Barry I worked with walked up to me and asked, "So, what's it like to suck dick, Keithy?"

I panicked and ran out of the warehouse. I fumbled with my keys as I tried to get into my car, tears flowing down my face, visibly shaking. What was I going to do? This was unbearable, the whole world practically knowing I sucked cock and walked around in short shorts with shaved legs. There was nowhere for me to go where I could feel like I was just a nice, normal, quiet guy. I was suffocating, and as I drove away from work, never to go back, I didn't know what to do about work, but I also knew I didn't want to be alone.

I called Bob when I got home and in tears begged him to come over. He was working, but came over afterwards. I put on a pink teddy and heels that Mike had bought me to greet him and asked him, "Can we talk first?"

"Okay, what's on your mind?" Bob said as he sat down with me on the couch.

"The guys at work, they found out," I said through my tears, pausing to catch my breath. "They were laughing at me and asking me what it was like to suck cock. I couldn't take it, I ran out and I'm going to quit. The manager already called and asked me to explain and I haven't called him back. I can't. I can't go back.

"It's okay, Keithy," Bob said, before unbuckling his pants, "I'm sure with your skills you'll be able to find a job. Now, I don't have much time, so could you please take care of this for me?"

He had pulled out his erection and was motioning for me to move to the floor.

"Now, make me happy, Keithy," he said as I got to my knees and reached out for his cock. "Give me a nice juicy blowjob."

I'd called Bob because I hoped we could talk and that he could help me somehow with my quitting my job and not knowing what to do. Soon after he arrived, I realized he didn't care about what I was going through, I was just a guy who he could get to suck his dick. All I was to Bob now was a free blowjob. Maybe he had respected me once and wanted to be my friend, but after I went down on him the first time and begged him not to be nice to me, and then when he met Mike, he lost all respect for me. At one point I asked him and all he said was, "I respect how good you are at sucking my dick."

After I sucked Bob off that night, he told me that and then said, "But Keith, you need to respect me. And part of respecting me is not bothering me with bullshit from your life. If I wanted that I'd get a girlfriend. From now on, when I come over I expect to be taken care of, not bothered with bullshit."

"I really need a friend," I whined.

"The first time I met you, and when we got together, I thought you were a nice, timid guy who was afraid of what he wanted. Then I find out about Mike and the other men? Seriously, Keith, you're nothing but a cock hole to these guys, and hell, you do suck a good cock, but you really are pathetic."

I'd called Bob hoping for comfort and support, but instead was reminded that my place was on my knees and men liked me when I pleased them, not when I whined to them. They didn't make me pathetic and weak. I was the one who was never able to stand up for himself and always did what he was told out fear of disappointing people. I hated it so much when people, especially men, were mad at me. Even as an adult it made me cry when people yelled at me.

I ended up calling Mike two hours after Bob left. For those two hours I'd been on my bed with tears rolling down my cheeks trying to figure out what to do about having walked out on my job with no other prospects in sight. What was I going to do? I was already on a tight budget, working paycheck to paycheck, and I had bills to pay and food to buy. Going out on interviews was so scary, I'd sometimes get so flinch when a man was speaking in an authoritative voice that he'd ask if I was okay, and I never ended up getting hired on those jobs.

It wasn't that I thought Mike would comfort me, but he'd been telling me what to do and how to do it for some time and I'd gotten used to not having to make decisions and just follow instructions. Hearing me crying on the phone as I told him what happened at my job and how I didn't know what I was going to do, he said he would be right over.

I got out of bed because my first thought was to find something sexy to wear for Mike. Pleasing him was my top priority in life, even before my job and paying my bills, and he knew how to push the limits that had kept me from being happy for so many years.

Mike made me get on my knees in front of him, in the teddy and heels I wore for him, and put my head on his lap as I told him about what happened at work and how I didn't know what I was going to do. Now that I was sucking cock on a regular basis and trying to keep it a secret, I'd become even less assertive and my self-esteem was right where Mike wanted it, completely dependent on the approval of men. He let me cry my eyes out as I spoke.

"How would you like to come live with me?" Mike asked as he picked up my head and looked down at me.

The offer surprised me, and I wasn't sure how to respond. It would solve my problem with how to pay my rent, but I knew what Mike wanted from me and I was terrified of being locked into that kind of relationship with no way out.

"I'll offer you a deal, Keith," Mike told me in a reassuring voice. "I will give you free room and board in exchange for you serving as my maid, doing all the cooking and cleaning, as well as shopping, which you will do in outfits of my choosing. And, you will be meeting a lot of men, and some of them will want to fuck that sweet virgin ass of yours. There will be parties, your holes will serve as the entertainment for the guests, and you will be worked every night until you pass out."

"Oh... god... I..."

"No, Keith, I want you to beg. I want you crying and begging me to take you in and turn you out. Beg me or I will walk out that door and you can try to fix your pathetic, sad existence. Word spreads, Keithy, and if those guys told everyone you worked with, those people will tell other people."

I knew he was right, that I had no other choice. Who was going to hire a sad, pathetic cock sucking faggot who jumped and cried every time someone raised their voice at him? I was too terrified to even think about going to an interview. I'd be so afraid they knew I got down on my knees in front of men that the fear of that alone would be enough to make me start crying before the interview even started.

"Please, Mike, sir, take me in... please..." I said through my tears.

"I want you to beg me to take you in AND turn you out. Beg, cocksucker."

"Please... Mike... sir... I'm beg... begging you... take... me in... turn me out... I want... cock... need... cock... please..."

"Oh, you're going to get more than enough."