Eden Academy

I got out of my car and walked up the steps of the school. It was massive, looking more like a cathedral than a high school to me.

As I stepped into the building, I was struck by the opulence of it all. The marble floors gleamed under my feet, and the walls were lined with paintings and sculptures. It was clear that this was a school for the wealthy and elite.

I made my way to the front desk, where a woman in a crisp suit greeted me with a smile. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm here for an interview with Principal Adams," I said.

The woman nodded and checked her computer. "Ah, yes. Mr. Adams is expecting you. Just head down the hall to his office."

I thanked her and made my way down the hall, my dress shoes clacking on the marble. As I walked, I couldn't help but notice the students milling about. They were all stunningly good-looking, with chiseled features and perfect hair. It was like they were all plucked from the pages of a fashion magazine.

I arrived at Principal Adams' office and knocked on the door. "Come in," a voice called.

I opened the door and stepped inside, taking in the elegant furnishings and large windows that looked out over the campus. Principal Adams was sitting at his desk, a rugged-looking man in his 50s with a stern expression. Though he was old enough to be my dad, he was still handsome, when he was my age, he must have been a stud. It took me a second to realize he had been the principal of my junior high, he looked exactly like he had then.

"Ah, Mr. Topps. Thank you for coming. Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.

I sat down and tried to look confident, despite my nerves. "Thank you for having me, Principal Adams."

"So, you're interested in the baseball coach position," he said, leaning back in his chair.

"Yes, sir," I said. "I know I don't have any coaching experience, but I’ve played all my life, and I think I could do a good job."

Adams steepled his fingers and studied me for a moment. "Tell me, Mr. Topps, do you have any other talents?"

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "Uh, I'm a pretty good singer, I guess. And I can dance a little." I swear I could hear laughter around us, like an old TV show.

Adams nodded, his eyes flickering over my body. I suddenly felt self-conscious, like I was under a microscope. "Interesting. Would you mind standing up and turning around for me?"

I hesitated for a moment, but then got to my feet and did as he asked. As I turned, I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every inch of my body. I mean, I had nothing to hide, I was in the best shape of my life and it seemed that Principal Adams was impressed.

"You certainly have a good body," he said, leaning back in his chair. "And I must say, it's important that our staff be good-looking here at Eden Academy."

I tried to hide my surprise at his comment. It was clear that this school valued physical appearance above all else.

"Thank you, sir," I said, taking my seat again.

Adams leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "Now, I have to ask, Mr. Topps. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to succeed here at Eden Academy?"

I nodded, confused.

"Mr. Topps," he said, clearing his throat. "I must say when we were given your name, I wasn’t sure if it was a joke or not. You have no degree, no coaching skills, but I was told you were very good and strikingly handsome, that seems true. However, I would like to make sure that you are a good fit for our school. Would you mind taking off your shirt so that I can see your physique?"

I was taken aback by the request. It was unorthodox, to say the least. “Are you kidding?” I asked.

“Do I look like I am making a joke?” he said in a tone that made me shake internally, he was obviously a man who was used to people doing as he said.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off but what choice did I have? I needed this job, with no college and no money for rehab, I was dead in the water. Though I hated it, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, revealing my toned, muscular chest and abs. Principal Adams walked around me, examining every inch of my body.

"Very impressive, Mr. Topps," he said, nodding. "You certainly have the physical attributes we're looking for in a coach here at Eden Academy. But we need to make sure you have the right attitude, he said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Here at Eden Academy, we value not only physical attractiveness but also humility and dedication to our students. Can you promise me that you'll be a role model for our young men?" I nodded. 

"Absolutely, sir. I understand the importance of being a positive influence for these boys, and I am committed to doing just that." 

"Good," Principal Adams said with a smile. "Now kneel for me."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he meant. But then I saw the look in his eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him.

"Very good," he said, running a hand through my hair. "You're going to fit in just fine here at Eden Academy, Mr. Topps."

I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation at his words. This couldn’t be happening but at the same time, there was something thrilling about submitting to his authority.

“Tell me, Pete, how bad do you want this job?”

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. "More than anything," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. "Good. I want you to prove it to me," he said, his hand still resting on the back of my head. "Take it out."

I reached up and opened his slacks, my heart pounding the whole time, was I really going to do this? Did I have a choice? I fished out a good-sized cock, though soft it looked like it was a monster.

“Good boy,” he said once his cock was free, “You know what to do next.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I lowered my head, taking his cock into my mouth. He was hard, and I could feel every inch of him against my tongue. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth with each thrust.

As I took Principal Adams deeper into my mouth, I couldn't help but be surprised by the feeling that was rising within me. I had always considered myself straight, but something about this situation was undeniably arousing. I began to really work him over, ignoring my distaste…

As if sensing my inner conflict, Principal Adams placed a hand on my head and pushed me further down onto his cock. "That's it, show me how much you want this job," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

I continued to take him in, my tongue swirling around his length, and I found myself becoming more and more turned on by the moment. It was a new experience for me, one that I wasn't sure I fully understood, but there was no denying the intense pleasure that was coursing through my body.

Eventually, Principal Adams pulled away from me, a look of satisfaction on his face. "You certainly have some hidden talents, Mr. Topps," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now strip and lean on my desk.”

I obliged, slowly taking my clothes off, and then placing my hands on his desk, myself to the older man.

"Are you ready for this, Mr. Topps?" he asked, his voice low and authoritative.

I nodded, bracing myself for what was to come. I felt the first sting of the leather against my skin, and I let out a small gasp. But then the pain turned to pleasure as he continued to spank me, each strike sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

As he spanked me, I couldn't help but think about how wrong this was. I was here for a job interview, and yet I was bent over the desk, getting spanked by the principal. But at the same time, it was incredibly hot. The feeling of powerlessness mixed with the pleasure was intoxicating.

“Will you serve the students coach?”

I nodded eagerly, unable to form any words as my body was consumed with desire. I had never felt this way before, but the thought of serving these young men, of being at their beck and call, sent shivers down my spine.

Principal Adams seemed to sense my enthusiasm and smirked. "Good. Let’s see how you are with kids.”

He picked up his phone and dialed a number, speaking into the receiver. "Send him in please, please." He hung up and turned to me. "I'd like you to meet one of our top athletes, Jackson. He's an exceptional baseball player, and I believe you'll be working closely with him if you get the job."

A moment later, the door opened, and in walked a young man, no older than 18, with striking features and a muscular build. He wore the Eden Academy uniform, his shirt hugging his broad chest and his pants fitting snugly around his muscular thighs.

"Jackson, this is Mr. Topps. He's here for the coaching position," Principal Adams said, gesturing between us. "I'd like you to show him your skills."

He undid his belt.

I watched as Jackson undid his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing a large bulge in his jockstrap. My heart raced with anticipation and fear as he stepped closer to me, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock through the fabric.

"Get on your knees, Coach," Jackson commanded, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Without hesitation, I sank to my knees and looked up at him, my mouth already watering at the thought of what was to come. Jackson grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward, forcing his cock into my mouth. I gagged at the sudden invasion, but he didn't slow down, thrusting in and out of my mouth with increasing force.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations, the taste of his precum on my tongue, the pressure of his cock hitting the back of my throat. It was wrong, but it felt so good, and I couldn't deny that I wanted more. He pulled me off of him and sat down in the principal’s chair, "Climb up coach," he said with a grin.

I obediently climbed up onto his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock pressed against my ass. I could feel his hands on my waist as he positioned me, and then he was sliding into me, filling me up completely. I moaned as he began to thrust, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he moved in and out of me. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it. I bounced up and down on his lap, my body writhing with pleasure as he took me. "Such a good boy," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be used by me and the students here weren’t you?"

I could only nod, lost in the pleasure of his touch. I wanted more, wanted to be used by him and his students again and again. And I knew that I would do whatever it takes to keep this job, to keep serving them in every way they desired.

I nodded, not believing how turned on I was, "You gonna be a good dog coach?" hesitated, not sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to say no and walk out, but the other part of me wanted to say yes and give in to this strange new desire I had discovered. "Yes, sir," I said finally. "I'll be a good dog." 

“Then bark for me coach, bark and push back.”

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I got down on all fours and barked like a dog. Jackson pushed his body against mine, grinding into me with his hard erection. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this, but I couldn't deny the pleasure it brought me.

"Good boy," Jackson whispered in my ear. "You like being my little pet, don't you?"

I moaned in response, feeling the heat between us grow stronger. Jackson pulled me up by my hair, his eyes blazing with desire.

"You're going to be my little bitch, Coach," he growled, pulling me towards the desk. "And you're going to do everything I tell you to do."

I felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement as Jackson pushed me onto the desk and ripped off my pants. His hands were rough and strong as he grabbed onto my hips and began to thrust into me hard and fast. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I felt myself getting lost in it completely.

I didn’t even hear Adams on the phone, but two more students walked into the room and joined Principal Adams and Jackson. They were both younger but just as good-looking as everyone else at this school. I wondered how they would fit into this strange dynamic that was forming.

"Ah, perfect timing," Principal Adams said, gesturing to the new arrivals. "Meet Mr. Topps, our potential new baseball coach. He's proving to be quite the eager little pup, isn't he?"

The two students looked me over, smirking as they took in my naked form on all fours. One of them, a tall blonde with a chiseled jawline, stepped forward and ran his hand through my hair.

"Mmm, I think I like this one," he said, grinning down at me. "What do you say, guys? Should we give him a little test run?"

The other student, a dark-haired boy with piercing blue eyes, nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah, let's see what he's made of."

I felt my heart racing as they began to circle around me, touching and groping me in ways that made me shiver with pleasure. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be used like this, to be at the mercy of these handsome young men.

"Okay, first test," Principal Adams said, stepping forward with a determined look in his eyes. "Pete, I want you to show us just how eager you are to serve your new masters. Get on your back and spread your legs."

I did as he said, lying down on the ground with my legs spread wide open. The three boys crowded around me, their hands roaming over my chest and stomach as I moaned with pleasure. I was so turned on that I couldn't think straight, my mind consumed with the sensations coursing through my body.

Then, without warning, Jackson climbed on top of me, positioning himself between my legs. I gasped as he thrust inside me, his cock filling me up completely. The other two boys continued to play with my body, kissing me and stroking me as Jackson pounded into me with increasing force.

It was overwhelming, but I couldn't deny how much I was enjoying it. “Bark for us coach, show us how much of our pet you are.”

I let out a loud bark, feeling a rush of pleasure at the sound of it. I pushed back against the three boys, feeling their hands on my body and their hard cocks against my skin. They were using me for their own pleasure, and I was enjoying every moment of it.

As they continued to use me, I felt myself getting lost in the moment. I was no longer Pete Topps, the new coach at Eden Academy. I was their pet, their plaything, their dog. And I loved it.

“Here coach, we got you this collar.”

One of the students approached me, holding out a leather collar. I took it hesitantly, studying it. It was a thick, sturdy collar with a metal ring at the front.

"Put it on," Principal Adams commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I nodded, wrapping the collar around my neck, and buckling it in place. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. The weight of it felt strangely comforting like I was being claimed by these boys.

"Good dog," one of the students said, scratching behind my ear. I leaned into the touch, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me.

"Time to show us what else you can do, Coach," Principal Adams said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

I let out a low growl, my body moving instinctively to their touch. The feeling of their hands on my skin was electrifying, and I could feel myself growing harder with each passing second. The collar around my neck only added to the sensation, a constant reminder of my place as their pet.

Suddenly, one of the boys flipped me over onto my back, his hands exploring my chest and abs. The other boy moved in to kiss me, his lips soft and insistent against mine. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to explore me as the first boy reached down to stroke my cock.

"Take us both coach," he said, both of them lining up behind me.

I braced myself for what was to come, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I was completely at their mercy, but I couldn't help but want more. I was their pet, their toy, and it was a strangely erotic feeling.

The two boys began to thrust into me, their bodies moving in sync. I groaned, my own cock now fully erect and leaking pre-cum. The first boy reached down to stroke me again, his hand moving in time with their thrusts. "Bark boy, come on boy!

I barked louder, feeling a surge of pleasure that went straight to my head. The boys' thrusts became more intense, and I could feel myself building up to an explosive orgasm.

"Good boy," the second boy said, reaching around to grab my chest. "You're such a good dog."

I barked again, louder this time, and suddenly I was coming, my body shaking as I emptied myself onto the bed. The boys continued to thrust for a few more moments before finally pulling out, leaving me panting and completely spent.

As they left, Principal Adams walked back in, a proud smile on his face. "I'm so pleased with your progress, Mr. Topps," he said, clapping me on the back. "I think you're going to make an excellent addition to our staff."

“Thank you, sir,” I panted, “I want…I want…”

“Sir?”

My eyes popped open, and I was in the back seat of a car.

“We’re here,” the driver said.

I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window of the luxury SUV, I was completely lost for a moment, the last dregs of my dream clinging to me like smoke after a fire. The building looked nothing like it had in my dream, it was an old stone building with the words Eden Academy carved on the arch above it, under that, it read Semper Perfectum. 

“Are you ok sir?” the driver asked when it was clear I wasn’t moving.

“Um yeah, sorry,” I said undoing the seat belt, “Thanks.”

I got out and was immediately bumped into a student running by. I looked and the boy glanced back, “Sorry!”

He looked like he was in an Abercrombie ad he was so good-looking, he ran to another group of boys, black blazers, green ties, white shirts…they looked over at me as he walked up, and they were just as good looking…what the hell? Looks like that part of my dream was true, as I walked towards the building every student, I saw was better looking than the last. 

I walked into the building, and unlike my dream, it wasn’t a palace, but it was obviously a very expensive private school. No public high school was this clean, this perfect, it screamed money but without being obvious about it, which in my experience meant even more money. The more someone showed off their wealth the less they had.

More perfect guys walked by, looking me over before passing, I was the only one here not in a uniform, so I was drawing attention. I walked into the office and a younger guy, maybe a year younger than me, smiled, “Can I help you?”

He reminded me of Conner, the same perfect smile, styled hair…just another perfect guy. How many of these guys did Eden have?

“I’m Pete Topps, here for an interview.”

He looked at the computer, “Ah yes Mr. Topps, go ahead and have a seat and I’ll let principal Sawyer know you’re here.”

I nodded and sat down, well at least this time it wasn’t my junior high principal.

As I sat another half dozen kids walked in and out, each one looked like they were straight from a Tiktok video or an Instagram page. In shape, cute, white smiles, perfect features, all in that dark black blazer and green tie, looking like they were tailored made for each one of them. 

Though thinking of the money this place had, they probably were.

After about five minutes the door opened and a tall motherfucker came stumbling out of the office, he was almost 6’5” but built, skinny, looked like a basketball player to me. His face was red and he looked like he had been crying, he was pulling his jacket on and glanced once at me, and then looked away before almost running out of the office.

Behind him a man in his, maybe late thirties, but looking good for his age walked out. He glanced around the room the same way I imagined a king surveyed his lands before he looked at me and smiled, “Pete right?”

His voice was deep, and commanding and I instantly stood up and nodded, “Yes sir, that’s me.”

I honestly would have preferred my old principal.

“Come on in,” he said moving aside, gesturing to his office.

I walked and the officer was much more reserved than the one in my dream, the main difference was the wall of framed photos that covered the far wall. I walked over and saw class after class of graduates, all of them fucking insanely perfect. It looked more like an A&F ad than an actual group of students. Not one big kid, not one uggo, all of them, flawless skin, fit bodies…

“Ah, I am particularly fond of that wall,” he said walking over, “This is our legacy, every single student you see on this wall is now gainfully employed in some of the most prestigious places on Earth. Two of them are congressmen, one a senator, three are A-list actors in the film industry and no less than 15 of them make over 6 figures modeling. And that is just from our location, Eden’s legacy as a whole is immense.”

“That’s…” I stammered, “I have never heard of Eden, to be honest.”

He smiled and walked over and sat behind his desk, “We prefer it that way,” he gestured to a seat, “Please sit.”

He said it nice enough, but there was a tone, just under the words that made it more of a command than an offer…I had to be imagining things, my dream was still fucking with me. I sat down and he opened a folder on his desk.

“So, varsity high school, national championship, scholarship to A&M, two magazine covers as well as a Men’s Fitness spread, you were on your way to the Major Leagues before you ruined your knee…” he looked up at me, “Which was a shame.”

“Thanks,” I said, never sure how to respond to people talking about my injury.

“So, A&M are going to drop you from your scholarship since it looks like your injury is going to keep you from playing professionally for the next year at least. Your parents do not have you on their insurance and your PT regime is costly, to say the least. You have no degree, no marketable skills, and want to coach high school baseball, is that right?”

Holy shit, I felt like just melting into the chair, what the fuck was this? Why interview me if I had no chance? This was humiliating…

I nodded, “I was told…I mean…”

He closed the folder, “You were told to come here, and you did, but honestly Mr. Topps, did you think you were qualified for this job?”

I said nothing.

“So then tell me, in your own words, why should I hire you over a much more qualified candidate?”

Well Pete, here you go, put up or shut up time.

“Because I need this job Mr. Swayer, the other people might want this job, but you know I need it, and that means I will work twice as hard and do anything that is needed to keep it. I know baseball, I live it, and no degree or certification can beat that. So, you can go with someone who just wants a job and thinks baseball is only a game, or you could hire someone who is hungry for it and knows baseball is a lifestyle and can teach that to others.”

He was silent and my heart was pounding like a bass drum. I had never been the best public speaker before but that felt like a decent speech.

He leaned back in his seat and steepled his fingers in front of his face. He glanced down at my folder and again and then at me. Finally, he asked me, “Pete, do you want to serve?”

“Yes sir!”

The response just bubbled up out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think about it. I was shocked at how quickly I answered, but I pushed it aside because it looked like it was what he wanted to hear.

“These students are the most important people of the next generation. They will be leaders, influencers, pop culture icons, everyone here at Eden is here to serve them to the best of our abilities. Can you serve them, Pete? Can you devote the next part of your life to giving them what they deserve?”

This sounded more like I was getting the job now, so I nodded, “Yes sir, yes I can.”

He smiled, “We’ve been watching you a long time,” he said opening the folder again, “We noticed you freshman year of high school.”

“You have?”

He nodded and pulled out a photo, “You posed for a local ad, and one of our recruiters brought it to our attention.”

He put an 8”x10” photo of me in high school and I felt my face redden.

I had been approached by a local clothing store and they paid me 200 bucks to model clothes for them. At the time I thought it was easy money but I caught all sorts of hell from the guys once it was printed.

But on the flip side, I got a ton of pussy from that, girls who didn’t even notice me in junior high were suddenly asking how I was and if I wanted to sit with them at lunch. I hadn’t thought of that picture in a long time…

“We sent a recruiter out to see you play and talked with your parents, but they were skeptical because neither of them had heard of Eden before. It’s a shame really, A&M is a good school but the scholarship you would have received from Eden would have been far more lucrative.”

They wanted me? Back then? My parents never told me that.

“I’ll break it down for you, this team is…a handful. We have a new player that just transferred and he was a bit too much for the old coach, Coach Rogers. I need someone that can not only get those boys to win games but can handle them in the locker room as well. Coach Rogers tried to force them into complying, these kids need a finer touch. You that touch?”

I nodded again, “I assume I’m younger than the other guy, I can connect with them, I mean I was them not so long ago.”

He nodded and closed my folder again, “I was thinking the same thing…” he drummed his fingers on his desk, obviously thinking. “Ok, I’m going to give you a shot, but I can’t stress this enough Pete, these kids, they are the most influential teens of their generation, we are here for them. You need to coach them, but you need to keep them happy, Coach Rogers just learned that the hard way.”

I nodded again, “I’ll do my best sir.”

He got up, “Ok then, come on, let me introduce you to your team.”

He stood up and we walked out of his office, I got the job? I worked here? Holy shit.

“I’m aware of your situation, finically speaking, so I am going to set up a few things for you. Eden owns a set of condos nearby, we’ll set you up with a place to live and I am going to get someone to set you up with a tailor for your school uniform when coaching shorts and an Eden shirt are fine but walking around and school functions you need a suit.”

I nodded as we walked.

“Your PT will be covered under your insurance so that shouldn’t be a problem. You are signing a one-year contract, at the end of the year we can see where we are, if you want to get back to college and your degree we can work with you, but we own you for a year, got it?”

Another nod.

“Excellent, as you can see, we spare no expense here, the same goes for our sports team. You will have access to state-of-the-art equipment and training, the best money can buy.” We came to a door, “And this will be your kingdom.”

He opened the doors and revealed a massive gym, the likes that professional gyms wish they could obtain. Every single conceivable machine I could imagine was here, most of them had two of them. The place was immaculate, this high school had a better setup than any college I had ever seen. 

Jesus…

“The boys just got done with morning practice, you can introduce yourself now,” he said moving to the door that led to the locker room. As we got closer you could hear deep booming from the music coming through the door. As Sawyer opened the door you could hear the boy's voices cheering, we walked in and there was a group of half-naked guys, crowding around someone dancing on a bench.

“That’s the new player I told you about, that is Sammy Parker.”

I looked up and felt my heart skip a beat…

Sammy was a sight to behold. He was tall, little over six feet, and had a muscular build that was clearly the result of hours of hard work on the baseball field. His tanned skin was flawless, and his abs were tight and defined. His blond hair was styled in a surfer-like fashion, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with energy and enthusiasm. He looked like the all-American boy next door, the type that would make anyone's heart skip a beat. In his jockstrap, which strained against his chiseled physique, he looked like a god among men. His blond hair was wet from sweat, and his blue eyes sparkled as he lip-synched Stacy’s Mom.

He was amazing, I mean that sounds super gay, but he looked like a fucking CW actor he looked so perfect. His body gyrated to the song, it was like a teenage Magic Mike in the flesh. My eyes were drawn to the pouch of his jock…he was…massive. I mean I had a good-sized cock but this kid…holy shit this kid.

“Parker!” Principal Sawyer snapped, “Please get down from there and meet your new coach.”

He paused and locked eyes with mine and suddenly I felt like I was a rat being sized up by a cobra.

He walked off the bench and the other guys parted for him like he was fucking Beyonce. He walked towards me, and I could not believe this kid was real. He got closer and smiled.

"Hey coach," he said, his voice smooth like silk. "You're new around here, aren't you?"

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Uh, yes," I said. "I'm Coach Topps. I'll be working with the team this season."

Sammy grinned, his full lips curling up at the corners. "Well, Coach, welcome to the team," he said, his gaze raking over my body. "I'm Sammy. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, and I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by them. As he turned to grab his uniform, I couldn't tear my gaze away from his perfect body. His broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and tight abs were enough to make any man weak in the knees.

“Ok,” Sawyer called out, “You all have class…you’re not showing up naked!”

The rest of the team started dressed, Sammy lingered. "I'll see you around, Coach," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

He walked away and…shit that ass…his jock hugged those perfect buns and I just…

“So that’s him,” Sawyer said, snapping my attention back to him, “That’s our star player, he seems to like you, that’s a good start.”

I nodded, was I sweating?

“Alright then, head back to the hotel, I will send a man to gather you up and take you to the condos. And then tomorrow you can go get fitted for your suits…so then let’s say we start Monday?”

I nodded, this was going so fast.

“Great,” he clapped my shoulder, “Let’s get the paperwork started.”

He led me out, but I looked behind and saw Sammy pulling his slacks over his jock, looking at me. My mouth fell open as I saw his bulge get caught in the zipper, his head slipped out the side, and…fuck me…

I looked back at him, and he winked as I walked out.

What had I gotten myself into?

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