My feet felt like lead as I followed Downing out of the congressman’s office.
He hadn’t been in the room when I’d jerked off the congressman, thank God, but the smirk on his face told me he was well aware of how I’d just debased myself.
I still couldn’t believe what I had done. I could still smell his cum, which made me want to gag. My pastor had always said that homosexuals were sinful, that gay shit was unnatural. I’d never even considered fucking around with another dude–not just because it was wrong, but because it wasn’t even on my radar. But now I’d jerked a man off and let him cum on my face like some kind of beta. And that was probably just the beginning… fuck, this was sick.
Downing led me to a small bedroom at the end of the hallway. When he opened the door, it was like stepping into a princess’s castle–everything in the room was pink, from the glittery pink wallpaper to the twin canopy bed in the corner.
“This will be your bedroom from now on,” said Downing.
I frowned. “Isn’t this his daughter’s room?”
Downing nodded to the closet door. “Your uniform is in there. The congressman expects you to be dressed and ready to begin your chores right away.”
I took a look around the room and sighed. The morning’s events left me too emotionally exhausted to put up much of a fight about anything. I hadn’t even fully read over the new contract before signing it. After all, what was the point? The congressman had me over a barrel. He could do whatever he wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.
In the closet hung another garment bag with my name on it. To my surprise, it seemed almost empty when I lifted it up. I opened it to find another too-small t-shirt, white this time, and a pair of white briefs.
“Where are the shorts?” I asked Downing.
He rolled his eyes as if not wanting to be pantsless was somehow an outrageous request. “Everything you need is in that bag.”
I knew I was pushing my luck, but I persisted. “But what if I need to go out somewhere? I can’t leave the house like this.”
“You won’t need to leave the house today,” said Downing. “All of your chores will be done here. You’ll be given the proper uniform if and when you need to go somewhere. For now, that is your uniform. Your list of chores is on the kitchen counter. The congressman expects dinner at 6 pm, as usual. Try not to mess up again.”
He left me alone in the pink room, the garment bag still in my hands. I had never felt so powerless, so demeaned. It was one thing for the congressman to ask for sexual favors, but the humiliation seemed to get him off just as much.
Resigned, I began to strip off my clothes. I couldn’t help but think of those waitresses at Hooters, the ones my dad would always ogle while my mother pretended not to notice. Was that what I was reduced to? An object for grown men to ogle at? Maybe women really did have it bad.
As I slipped on the new pair of briefs, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bedroom mirror. My eyes were still drawn to my stomach, hanging slightly over my briefs. I’d always been self-conscious about my body, too ashamed to show it off in any way. And I hadn’t worn briefs since I was a little kid, preferring boxers like all the other boys I grew up with. Looking at my body in the mirror, my eyes traced the contours of my ass, stretching the underwear so tight it looked ready to burst. Even my bulge, which I’d always felt was smaller than most guys’, looked full and round in the mirror. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand had drifted down to rub it.
“Take it out.”
The words rang in my ears, my mind taken back to that place mere minutes ago with Adrian. I could still see the guy’s dick in my mind, remember how it felt in between my fingers. So thick, so full, so… dangerous. My cock felt good in my hands. Soon, my eyes closed as I started tugging myself.
Pleasuring myself had always been a hidden, shameful affair. I heard enough times growing up that masturbation was a sin, and even if I wasn’t sure I believed that, a part of me had internalized it. But standing here now, my hand in my briefs and my mind conjuring the vision of Congressman Adrian’s hairy cock, the only thing I cared about was the pleasure coursing through my body.
The sound of the front door slamming snapped me back to attention. I looked out the window to see Adrian getting into his car as Downing followed after him. I looked at my hand, sticky with precum. What was I doing? I wasn’t gay! I hadn’t enjoyed what happened with the congressman, even if it had been a little… exciting. I was just confused. I grabbed my old clothes and stuffed them into the garment bag, then headed downstairs to begin the day’s tasks.
True to Downing’s word, all of my chores for the day were homebound. Even without an audience, it still felt demeaning to be on my hands and knees scrubbing toilets in little more than my underwear. Cleaning the bathrooms took me most of the morning, while my afternoon was spent clearing out the garage.
The only task that gave me any pause was cleaning the pool. Rep. Adrian had a small, fenced-in backyard with a patio and an outdoor pool, which was presumably within view of the neighbors. What if somebody saw me? I almost considered putting on the clothes I brought with me, but I couldn’t take the chance that the congressman would see me on one of the security cameras that were all over the house. I put off the pool as long as possible, until I’d crossed off the rest of the chores on the list.
With only a couple of hours left, I finally opened the door to the back patio and tiptoed out towards the pool. I was relieved to see that the fence in the backyard was tall enough to block most of the view of the neighbors. But the upper windows of the houses still looked out onto the backyard, and at any moment a nosy neighbor might spot me and wonder what I was doing cleaning the pool in nothing but a pair of tighty-whities.
I grabbed the net from the shed in the backyard and started scooping leaves and debris out of the pool. Since it was summer, there were more acorns and twigs than any real leaves, but it still took me about thirty minutes to clear most of them away. Unfortunately, I would have to get in the pool itself to power wash the tiles around the edge. Without a bathing suit, my only options were to go in my underwear or to wade in naked.
Unable to bear the thought of being seen by one of the neighbors, I climbed into the chilly water and tried to avoid looking down at my sopping wet briefs. I moved quickly, and I was nearly finished when the sound of the doorbell rang through the open back door.
Fuck.
I waited a moment, hoping whoever it was would go away, but no such luck–the doorbell rang again, this time followed by a loud knock. Casting the power washer aside, I climbed out of the pool and walked quickly to the door, leaking water behind me (yet another thing to clean).
I peered through the eyehole to see a young man just a few years older than me. He had a thick, Roman nose and pouty lips that made him look bored–then again, he could also have just been bored. His dark brown hair was mussed up, but in a stylish way. It struck me as odd that someone would put so much effort into looking like they didn’t care. I noticed a small portfolio in his hands.
“Uh, who is it?” I called through the door.
“Tim Olsen. I’m Speaker Smith’s assistant.” He lifted the portfolio. “I have a copy of the spending bill that Rep. Adrian asked for.”
He stared at the eyehole expectantly.
“Oh. Um, you can just leave it there. I’ll grab it.”
He rolled his eyes and smirked. “With all due respect, it’s a confidential document. I’m not leaving it on the front porch.”
Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. I looked around to find something to cover myself with, but there was nothing.
“Hello?” His deep voice was muffled by the door, but it was tinged with impatience.
Hiding myself as much as possible, I opened the door a crack and reached out my hand. “I’ll take it, thanks.”
“I’d like to verify who I’m leaving it with,” said Tim. “Don’t want the cleaning lady to walk off with it.”
Admitting defeat, I opened the door wider to let him in. Tim took in my soaked outfit, his face stretching into a wide smile.
“I knew the congressman had interesting tastes, but this is something else.” He walked past me, tossing the portfolio onto the table in the foyer. “So, this is Congressman Adrian’s place, huh? Nicer than I expected.”
I followed him into the living room as he looked around the apartment.
“I don’t think the congressman wants people coming in–”
“You’re new, right?” Tim looked down again, his eyes lingering on my wet underwear. Humiliated, I looked down to see that my reddish blond pubes were easily visible through the translucent fabric. I put my hand in front of it and blushed.
“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Tim clapped me on the shoulder. “Discretion is key on the hill. The party’s gotta stick together, even us little guys.”
I frowned. “What did you mean when you said the congressman has interesting tastes? Has he… done this before?”
Tim shrugged. “I mean, I’ve never known him to have a houseboy. But I’ve heard things. Wild parties, guys brought in from out of town, that kind of thing.” He smiled. “It’s not like the speaker doesn’t have his own kinks. I swear, all these guys do. Must be something in the water, huh?”
“W-what sort of things does the speaker do?”
Tim smiled slyly. “You can’t expect me to give up private deets on my boss in our first conversation.” He took a step toward me, his eyes drifting downward. “Unless you’ve got something to offer in return?”
I blushed. “I… I don’t really know anything. At least, nothing that isn’t common knowledge.”
“Doesn’t have to be information.” Tim slid his thumb under the waistband of my briefs, his knuckles pressing against my cock. “Could be… other things.”
My pulse was racing. My brain wanted to punch the guy for what he was suggesting, but I was painfully aware of how quickly my heart was pumping blood to my cock. I could feel myself hardening, which had to be obvious in my see-through briefs. God, why was I acting like such a fag all of a sudden? My eyes darted back and forth frantically as I stood there, paralyzed.
Before I could respond, Tim laughed. “Aww, you’re like a deer in headlights.” He took his hand away from my cock and tapped me on the cheek. “Poor thing. That’s all right, I’ve got someplace to be anyway.”
He pulled a card out of his wallet and stuck it in the waistband of my briefs. “Just in case you change your mind.”
I watched as he left the apartment, my heart still racing. As soon as the door shut behind him, I released my breath. What the fuck was going on with me? Until this morning, I’d never had a gay thought in my life. Now I’d jerked off my boss and gotten a boner in front of some creep who propositioned me. This was so wrong, in more ways than one.
I didn’t have time to consider these developments, as the congressman would be home any minute. Quick as I could, I cleaned the pool water I’d dripped all over the floor and set to work on cooking dinner. I desperately wished I could change out of my soggy briefs, but I didn’t want to take any chances. Who knew what kind of mood Adrian would be in when he got home? He might come home tipsy and horny, like he had the night before. But if he asked for more? What if he wasn’t content with a massage this time, or even a handjob?
The sound of the front door opening nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. I turned to see the congressman walk into the kitchen, tossing his briefcase on the counter.
“Fuck me, what a day.” He loosened his tie as he strode over to the fridge and pulled out a beer.
I stood awkwardly at the counter, trying my best to dry my underwear against the heat of the oven. “Dinner will be ready in just a minute. Can I get you anything, sir?”
I could see the lust in Adrian's eyes as he drank in the sight of me. He smiled, his tongue flitting across his lips. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t mind me.”
I tried to ignore the man’s eyes on me as I finished making dinner. It was unnerving being watched, especially because it wasn’t as if the congressman was particularly interested in what I was doing. I was the show, or at least my body was. Despite my disgust, that ignited a certain level of thrill in me. I’d never been the center of attention, certainly not for my looks. Growing up, it was always women who were ogled, whereas men were respected. I suddenly realized that I was starting to lean into the role, subconsciously arching my back ever so slightly to present my ass to the congressman. When I looked over at him, he was gently rubbing himself through his pants.
Fuck. This gay shit was like an infection spreading in my head. I couldn’t let it get to me.
I finished cooking as fast as I could, then brought the congressman’s dinner over to the table.
“Here you go, sir.”
“Where’s your dinner?” he asked.
I blinked. “Uh… I didn’t make anything for myself.”
Adrian laughed. “Well, that won’t work. A growing boy like you needs to eat his fill at the end of the night.” I jumped as he tapped my stomach. “Plus, I’ll expect your services after dinner, so there’s no time for you to be making your own separate meal.”
The congressman nodded at his plate. “Why don’t you share with me?”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t, sir-”
“I insist.”
I turned to walk back to the counter when the congressman grabbed my arm. His grip was firm.
“Where are you going?”
“I was going to get another place setting.”
Adrian scoffed. “Nonsense. No need to dirty another plate and ruin this beautiful presentation. I’m sure we can find a way to share just fine.”
He patted his thigh. “Now come on. Have a seat.”
It seemed there was no end to my humiliation. Avoiding the man’s gaze, I gently lowered myself onto the congressman’s lap. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in tight.
“That’s my boy. Now, let’s dig in.”
The congressman held me steady with one hand while his other hand held the fork. Every couple of bites, he held the fork up to my mouth. “Open up, son. That’s it.”
There was nothing quite so degrading as a grown man being fed by another grown man, even if he is twice your age. It was even worse than the handjob, and that was saying something. As Adrian fed me, I could feel his hand on my waist, massaging me softly. While the congressman made casual conversation, he slipped underneath my shirt and gently rubbed my stomach. I sat there like a rag doll, letting him play with me as I silently prayed for it to end. I was terrified that the congressman’s hand would move below my waist, but his grip stayed firmly on my stomach, massaging and squeezing it as we ate.
When the plate was empty, Adrian leaned his head against my shoulder, his nose pressing into the side of my neck.
“Mmmm…” The feeling of him smelling me gave me goosebumps. “This is just what I needed.”
He tapped my belly. “All right. You take care of these dishes, then meet me in the living room.”
I leapt to my feet, relieved to be released from the congressman’s grip. To my utter horror, I was sporting a giant boner, the head of my dick visible in the stretched-out material. I kept my back to the congressman as I walked over to the sink. I took my time with the dishes, desperate to go flaccid again before he could see my shame. My mind raced with all of the horrible things I could imagine waiting for me in the living room. Would the congressman be waiting in there with his cock out, expecting another handjob? Or would he expect more?
I figured the anticipation was worse than anything that could be waiting for me, so I set the last dish on the drying rack and walked into the living room. Rep. Adrian was sitting on the couch, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and the remote in his hand.
“There you are. Come over here, get behind me.”
I moved behind the couch, my feet shuffling like a zombie. The news was on, some late-night pundit dissecting the president’s latest press conference. “If that wasn’t unpresidential, hell, un-American, then I don’t know what is!” said the man.
“It’s been a long day,” Rep. Adrian pointed to his shoulder. “Can you give me a rub?”
I obliged, my hands running along the congressman’s shoulders as I squeezed gently.
Adrian moaned slightly. “That’s it, right there. Good boy.”
My face burned with humiliation, but I kept massaging him. I tried to focus on the screen, on anything but what I was doing, but my body betrayed me. As much as I despised the man, touching him felt electrifying. I loved the feel of the dense muscle underneath my fingertips, the warmth of the man’s neck radiating under my thumbs.
“You wouldn’t believe the shit the other party’s trying to pull with judicial nominations right now,” said Adrian. “It’s fucking outrageous. Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.”
“Oh?” I said casually.
“The Senate Minority Leader’s a fucking cuck. Too scared to put up a fight. Just like the Speaker. There’s no force in leadership these days, and the other side knows that. It’s why they pull this kinda shit.”
“What would you do?” I asked. I ran my hands a little lower down the congressman’s chest. “If you were in charge?”
Adrian smirked. “I wouldn’t be pandering to the fucking opposition, that’s for sure.”
He grabbed my hand and turned to face him. “Come around here.”
My stomach sank as I walked around the couch until I was facing Adrian.
“Why don’t you massage my chest?”
I blinked in confusion. “Wouldn’t it be easier to do from behind?”
Adrian laughed. “I like it better with you facing me.” He tapped his lap. “Now come on, don’t be shy.”
My face burned as I climbed on the congressman’s lap again, this time facing him. I spread my legs, balancing my knees on either side of the congressman and trying to ignore the lump in his pants. It didn’t help that Adrian was looking up at me, that same smug smirk on his face. Trying to look anywhere but at the congressman, I placed my hands on his chest and began to rub him.
Adrian leaned his head back, enjoying himself. “If you’re half as good at politics as you are rubbing a man down, you’ve got a bright future ahead of you.”
“I don’t really see what one has to do with the other,” I huffed.
Adrian smiled. “You’d be surprised. You’re not the first boy to use his… charm to get ahead.”
I dropped my hands to my sides. “I didn’t do that,” I said angrily. “I had no choice. You tricked me!”
Adrian glared at me. “Careful, boy. It’s not my fault you were too stupid to know what you were getting into.”
He grabbed my hands and placed them back on his chest. “Besides, it’s not like you aren’t getting anything out of it. I reward people who are loyal to me.”
He grabbed my waist again, squeezing it gently. “God, when I saw you on O’Brien’s campaign, I just knew I had to fucking have you.”
He slid his hands down until they were cupping my ass. “You couldn’t hide this to save your life. An ass like this was made for greater things.”
I put on a face of disgust, trying to quash the feeling of pride that quelled inside me. Why would I want a dirty old man’s praise, anyway?
Adrian took one of my hands and placed it in his lap. I was surprised to feel the congressman’s cock, rigid in my hand.
“Feel what you do to me? That’s all you, baby.”
He manipulated my fingers, rubbing himself through his pants. “Why don’t you get on your knees again, son? I know you liked it this morning.”
I pushed away from him and stood, shaking like a leaf. “That’s not true. I only did it because you made me.”
Adrian laughed. “You can lie, boy, but your eyes told the truth. I know envy when I see it. My cock probably blows yours out of the water, doesn’t it? That’s all right. Not all boys were meant to be men. Some were meant to serve greatness.”
He pulled his cock out, jerking it softly. I wanted to run, but instead I just stared at the man’s cock. It was purple and angry, bursting from a wild bush of pubic hair like a serpent waiting to strike. I felt powerless, a mouse hypnotized in a serpent’s stare. As the congressman wagged his cock, my eyes followed, watching the bead of precum flick off his cock and land on his leg.
He stood, his cock still in his hand.
“I… I should be getting to bed,” I said finally.
He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It felt warm and hard. A shiver ran through my body.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I swallowed. “No,” I said quietly.
He leaned into my ear. “Then why are you stroking it?”
I blushed as I realized he was right–I had been pulling his foreskin slowly back and forth without realizing it. Before I could let go, he grinned.
“Come on, boy. Follow me–and don’t let go.”
Powerless, I held his cock as he led me out of the room and up the stairs. He wrapped his hand around mine, keeping us firmly connected as he led me through his bedroom and into the bathroom.
“Go ahead and pop your clothes off, son. I need some help in the shower.”
I let go of his cock, watching breathlessly as the congressman began to disrobe. He unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it off to reveal a mane of hair that covered his torso. He began unfastening his belt buckle, letting his pants fall to the ground. He grinned at me as he kicked them off, then pulled down his boxer shorts to let his massive cock flop out. The man was hairy all over, with dark hair snaking up his legs to meet the jungle of hair in his crotch.
“Your turn,” he said slyly.
I slowly slipped my shirt over my head, leaving me clothed in nothing but my still-damp briefs. Trembling, I gripped the waistband with my fingers and yanked them down to my ankles. The look of amusement on Adrian's face made me blush that much more.
“I gotta say, I was expecting you to pack a little more… heat,” said Adrian. He grabbed my hand and pulled me underneath the stream of hot water.
I had always known I was a little smaller than most guys, but this was the first time anyone had ever mocked me to my face about it. Still, the warm water flowing down my body instantly helped me relax. I always loved a hot shower, and even now the warmth helped wipe away my worries and anxieties. I leaned my face under the showerhead, running my fingers through my hair to get it wet.
Then Adrian's hands were on my waist. He leaned into my neck and nuzzled me softly. “God, you have the softest skin. Love a guy who’s naturally smooth.”
He slipped his fingers through my pubes. “Except this…” he whispered.
I stood there frozen in the man’s arms as he felt me up. I could feel Adrian's beard running along my neck, feel the warmth of his lips grazing my jaw. Then I felt something hard and slippery in my hand–it was a bar of soap.
“Go ahead and get it all over.”
I rubbed the soap between my hands to get the suds, then ran it along the congressman’s chest. It soaped up quickly, the suds dancing in between the reams of hair on the man’s chest. Adrian gave an encouraging smile, or perhaps a mocking one. It was hard to tell with him–he seemed to vary in his mood from minute to minute. I soaped his arms as he stood still, extending them out like an airplane. Once I’d soaped up everything above his waist, I moved behind him to soap up his back.
I worked my hands over the man’s muscles, surprised at how firm they were for a man of his age. When I got down to his waist, I lowered myself to my knees to get his legs. I worked my way up from his heel to his upper thigh, then froze, my eyes glued on the man’s backside. His ass was round and firm, layered with thick black hair.
“I don’t think you’re done quite yet,” said Adrian.
I rubbed the soap between my hands and tentatively gripped his ass. I worked the flesh with my fingers, trying to ignore the sexually charged energy that hung in the air between us. I worked my thumbs in little circles, eliciting a moan from the congressman. Then, without warning, the man turned around to reveal a raging erection pointed right at my face.
“One last thing to take care of.”
I gasped at seeing the beast in all its glory. It looked proud and prolific, jutting out at an angle like an Olympian gymnast doing a pose. Underneath hung two large, hairy globes of flesh, testicles the size of small eggs. Without meaning to, I lifted my hand and cupped them gently.
“That’s it, boy,” groaned Adrian. “Don’t be shy.”
I rolled them gently around in my hand, exploring their weight and texture. They were heavy and warm. They seemed strong yet somehow fragile, like I was holding an actual baby bird or something in my hands. They felt important, which I suppose they were–they were the congressman’s source of virility, after all. The fact that the man trusted me enough to handle them made me feel proud.
Then the unthinkable happened. I didn’t realize my mouth was agape, so I was caught unawares when the congressman thrust himself forward, gently placing the tip of his cock in my mouth. I nearly spit it out, so shocked at the intrusion, but the firm grip of Adrian's hand on my head kept me locked in place.
“That’s it, boy. Savor the taste.”
My tongue flicked out involuntarily, lapping up the precum steadily dripping out of the man’s cock. And it was a man’s cock, I could see that. Nose deep in the man’s shaft, I couldn’t deny that the sight of his manhood was impressive. Staring down the barrel of the gun, the only choice was to move forward.
Slowly, inch by inch, I slid the congressman’s cock down my throat. It felt incredibly foreign, having something so hairy and warm slide across my lips. But it was also undeniably exciting–my own cock was rock hard in between my legs. I breathed steadily through my nose, determined to take as much of this man into me as possible.
“Damn, boy. That mouth is so warm and wet.” With a grunt, Adrian grabbed the back of my head and slid in a few more inches.
The sudden intrusion made me nearly choke as my airway was suddenly cut off. But as I looked up at the congressman with tears streaming out of my eyes, the look of approval on the man’s face was enough to make me want to keep going. I took a deep breath through my nose, then burrowed forward as far as my throat would let me.
Then it happened. My nose bumped up against the dense forest above the man’s crotch. I could smell his manhood more than ever, inhaling the deep and intoxicating scent that oozed from his pores.
I had done it. I had taken the whole thing–and on my very first try!
Adrian smiled down with a glint in his eye. “Good boy.”
He then proceeded to yank my head up and down on his cock, skullfucking me without any regard for my well-being. I held on for dear life, trying my best to suck in gulps of air through my nose when my airway wasn’t being blocked. I banged my fists weakly against the congressman’s thighs, but the man didn’t seem to care. He was only interested in getting himself off now.
I turned myself over to Adrian's mercy, doing my best to please the man until he had finished with me. I knew enough to keep my teeth out of the way, and he seemed to like it anytime I rubbed his balls. God, if anyone I knew could see me on my knees, letting some guy fuck my face while I fondled his balls like a little faggot…
The shame only made me harder.
After a couple of minutes of skullfucking, I heard him grunting heavily. That was it–the moment I’d been waiting for. It wasn’t until my nose was buried yet again in the man’s pubes that I had the sudden, horrible revelation: the congressman was not going to pull out. His cum was going straight down my throat, directly to my stomach. I thought I was going to be sick. And as I felt the man’s cock pulsing against my tongue, pumping me full of seed, I fully expected to throw up.
But I didn’t. In fact, as the man’s breathing started to return to normal and he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, I was surprised to find my tongue lapping up the remaining cum straight from the tap. I was curious about the taste, of course (aren’t all men?). And now that I had it on my tongue instead of just in my belly, I was surprised at how… well, not bad it was. It was a little bitter, for sure, but there was something earthy and natural about it. Plus, it settled quite nicely in my stomach–I felt sated, like I’d eaten a good meal.
Jesus. What a fucking faggot I was turning into.
As Adrian retracted the head of his cock from my mouth, I wiped my lips, staring up at him while trying not to get water in my eyes. Adrian was rubbing my cheek with his thumb, looking at me with the pride of a father whose son just killed his first deer.
“Good, good boy,” said Adrian. “I knew you could do it.”
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