“What do you mean you don’t know if you can make it?”
Her voice was shrill, stinging even through the phone.
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just… things have changed with the job. I gotta work longer hours than I thought.”
“We had the reservation when you got hired. Why didn’t you tell him you needed the night off? It’s eight o’clock on a Friday. What could he possibly need you for?
“I’m sorry, babe. But it’s only my first week, and I don’t want him to think I’m shirking my responsibilities.” I pulled at my shirt, trying for the umpteenth time to cover my belly. It remained stubbornly exposed. “Maybe if we reschedule for next week-”
“They’re booked weeks ahead of time,” said Ashley. “This is unbelievable.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could make it up to you.”
“Don’t bother.” Ashley sighed. “You know, I’ve been working hard, too. I know it’s hard to make time for us. But if I can do it, I don’t know why you can’t do the same.”
I rubbed my eyes, trying to stave off an impending headache. “Listen, maybe… maybe I can run it by him. See what he says.”
This somehow made her angrier. “Sure. See if daddy says it’s okay for you to have a girlfriend. That’s what a real man would do.”
She hung up.
Truth be told, I’d completely forgotten I had plans with Ashley that night. The week had been such a whirlwind that it had slipped my mind. I hadn’t even gotten around to telling her that I was now living at the congressman’s house, not that I knew exactly how to go about explaining that. I couldn’t keep it from her forever, though. She was a smart girl, and sooner or later, she would notice I was no longer at my apartment.
My cheeks burned as I caught my reflection in the mirror, painfully aware of how humiliating my life was at the moment. If I thought yesterday’s uniform was bad, it was nothing compared to today’s. When I opened the garment bag, all I found was a shirt and a bright white jockstrap. I’d worn them before in high school, but never outside of sports. Now I was left to wander the house with my ass hanging out for the whole world to see.
Thankfully, most of my chores for the day consisted of errands out of the house, so at least I’d be able to wear shorts for those. After I spent the morning wiping down every shelf in the congressman’s home, I grabbed the pair of shorts from the garment bag in the front hall closet and slipped them on. They were too tight, and my belly was still hanging out, but I felt infinitely more clothed than I had the last couple of days. Walking outside, I felt like I could almost blend in with the crowd. No one could tell just how much I degraded myself for Adrian.
The first stop I made was at a salon downtown to pick up a package for the congressman. Walking in, I was vaguely surprised to see that I was the only man in the place.
“Excuse me,” I said to the woman at the front desk. “I’m here for a package for Thomas Adrian? I was told to be here at 1 o’clock.”
“Let me check,” The girl was wearing a studded nose ring and a crop top. I wondered briefly what the congressman would be picking up at a place like this.
“I’m not seeing anything under that name,” she said with a frown.
“Are you sure?” My heart started to race. The last thing I needed was to piss him off.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Scott Pierson,” I said. “But I don’t think it would be-”
“Oh, here we go,” she said. “I have your appointment right here. It seems you booked the full body package, prepaid. If you have a seat, one of my girls will be with you shortly.”
I blinked in confusion. “Full body package? Sorry, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m here to pick up a package for Congressman Adrian.”
“Yes, the full body wax,” said the girl. “The appointment’s under your name.” She drummed her long fingernails on the counter, clearly bored of dealing with me. “Maybe he got it for you as a gift or something?”
My face turned white. This couldn’t be happening. The congressman couldn’t expect me to wax off all my body hair, could he? There may not be much to begin with, but I was proud of what little I had. Looking around, however, it was pretty clear this place was a waxing salon. Why else would he have sent me here?
“I can do a refund if you’re not interested,” said the girl. “Not everybody-”
“No,” I said hurriedly. “It’s fine. I’ll… have a seat.”
I skulked over to a chair and sat down. I was under no delusion that the congressman would accept me passing up on this “opportunity.” My only real option was to grin and bear it–I just hoped it wouldn’t be too painful.
After a few minutes, a girl with dangly hoop earrings and a short afro came out and called my name.
“How you doing today?” she asked cheerily as she brought me through the back hallway to a private room.
“I’m okay,” I said quietly.
“First time, huh? Don’t be nervous. It doesn’t really hurt that bad.” She smiled, opening the door to the private room and beckoning me inside. “There’s wipes on the table. Go ahead and wipe between the cheeks, then disrobe and lie on your back on the table. There’s a little towel for privacy. I’ll be in in a minute, okay, hon?”
Jesus Christ. Between the cheeks, too? My face burning, I entered the room and looked around. Smiling women (and one man) beamed down at me from the walls, all hair-free and proud of it. I stripped off my shirt and kicked off my shorts, feeling my ass wobble as the jockstrap struggled to contain it. I took one of the wipes and ran it between my cheeks, shuddering from the cold. Then I pulled the jockstrap off too, lay on the table, covered myself (barely) with the towel, and closed my eyes.
There was a knock at the door, then the sound of it opening behind me. “Okay, so let’s see what we have here today.” I turned to see her walking in, holding a clipboard. “Seems you’re getting a full-body wax, but we’re leaving the pubic hair, is that correct?”
“I guess so,” I said nervously.
“You mean you don’t know?” she raised an eyebrow.
“It’s… a gift from a friend.”
She harrumphed. “That’s quite a friend. I’m kidding, I don’t judge. Different strokes for different folks, you know what I’m saying?”
She started lathering hot oil onto my legs. It felt oddly comforting. “We’ll go ahead and start low and then work our way up. Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
I was nervous about the pain before she started, but that dissipated as soon as she began tearing the hair off with little strips of paper. The pain was minimal, perhaps because I had so little body hair to begin with. She worked her way up my legs to my thighs, then had me roll over so she could do the other side. When she got to my ass, she had me prop up on my elbows and knees and bend over. The towel had been discarded at this point, and my cheeks burned furiously as my butthole sat on full display.
“You don’t have any hair on your glutes, hon, so I’ll go ahead and just do between the cheeks if that’s okay.”
I shivered as I felt the hot wax spreading across my exposed butthole. Never had I ever felt anything even remotely like that before, and the new sensation was quickly overwhelming. As she ripped the strip of paper off my skin, adding it to the growing collection in the trash can beside her, I felt an odd thrill running through me. My hole felt warm and sensitive, not altogether unpleasant underneath the hot oil. There were so many foreign sensations going on down there that it was making my brain go haywire. When I rolled over so she could wax my chest, I was mortified to find I’d gotten hard.
“That’s all right,” she said nonchalantly. “Happens all the time. Don’t you worry about a thing.”
Despite her kind attempts to wipe away my shame, there was little anyone could do. I closed my eyes and turned myself over to the process. She lathered the wax onto my seven precious chest hairs and soon they, too, were gone. She waxed underneath my armpits, on my chin and above my lip, and even a bit around my eyebrows.
“All finished!” she exclaimed about half an hour later. “How do you feel?”
The truth was, I had never felt more exposed, but I didn’t want to bring this nice lady into all that. “Like a new man,” I said with a fake smile.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” She gave me a high five that somehow felt even more humiliating than the waxing. “I’m sure your friend will enjoy it too.”
I blushed furiously as she walked to the door. “Hope you come back and see us again soon!” she said cheerily.
I hopped off the table and looked in the mirror, inspecting my newfound hairless look. I had to admit, it looked kind of good. My chest looked more defined without the hair, and my face looked smooth and boyish. I felt like an Olympian swimmer or something. But the lack of hair on my legs only made my pubes look even more pronounced. I wondered why he hadn’t taken those, too. Maybe it was a reward for good behavior? Who knows.
As I slipped my clothes back on, the fabric felt strange against my smooth skin. I left the salon and headed straight to my next destination, a men’s clothing store a few blocks away. I walked in and found the customer service desk at the back of the store.
“Excuse me,” I said to the guy behind the counter. “I’m here to pick up a package for Thomas Adrian?”
The man’s eyes lit up. “Ah, you must be Scott,” he said in a thick French accent.
He stepped out from behind the counter. He looked to be in his late 30s, with a pointed nose and dark, buzzed hair that matched the layer of scruff on his chin. He was a few inches shorter than me, wearing tailored slacks and an expensive button-down shirt opened to the middle of his chest. Around his neck was a thick silver chain, and he was grinning at me with a look I’d only ever seen once before from a man.
“Uh, yes,” I said nervously.
The man grabbed my arm and rubbed it softly. “So nice to meet you. I am Julien. The congressman told me about you, but he did not say you would be so… séduisant.”
I didn’t need to ask what that meant. His eyes were doing things to me that made me feel even more naked than I’d been in the waxing salon. And his hand was still on my arm, holding me tightly as he smiled and drank me in.
“If you need me to wait, I can come back-”
“No no no,” said Julien. He placed his hand on my chest. “I have some things put aside for you in the back here. Come with me and we will do a little fashion show, yes?”
Julien led me by the arm to a little enclave in the back. There was a bench sitting up against a wide mirror, with a table full of clothes along the wall. He pulled a curtain across the entrance, blocking us from the rest of the store. When he turned to face me, his eyes were shining.
“Now that I see you, I am clearer on what you need. I will fetch a few more things; you wait.” He turned to leave.
“Wait,” I said quickly. “I’m not shopping for myself, I’m just picking something up for the congressman.”
He clicked his tongue. “No, beau gosse. Adrian was very particular about the clothes he wanted me to procure for you. Now you stay, I will go find.”
I sat on the bench, my back against the mirror. I could imagine what kind of clothing Adrian wanted me to wear. My eye was caught by the stack of clothes sitting on the table next to me, a heap of garments of all kinds of colors and textures. I pulled a shirt off the top, a bright and shimmery pink silk button-down. A pair of matching pants sat underneath. I held it up against the mirror, trying to imagine where in the hell a man would ever wear such a thing.
“Ah, that is one of my favorites!”
I saw Julien in the mirror behind me, holding a stack of clothes. He set it on the table and approached me from behind.
“Come, let us try on a few things.” I felt his hands on my waist, grabbing the sides of my shirt and pulling it up over my head.
“Is there a dressing room I can use?” I asked nervously as he stripped off my shirt.
Julien smiled, then began unbuttoning my shorts. “Ah, this is the dressing room.” He unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, then gave my ass a playful squeeze. “Besides, we are both men, eh?”
He helped me into the shimmery pink shirt, then held the pants open as I stepped into them. I’m sure he would have zipped it up for me too if I’d let him, but I took over that part and soon I was fully dressed and staring at myself in the mirror.
Julien wrapped his hands around my chest and smiled at me through the mirror. “Ah, is beautiful, no? Especially with such smooth skin.”
He ran a finger down my now hairless chest, then circled my nipple. A week ago, I would have punched him in the face, but now it was just more of the same. And I had to admit, he was right. Looking in the mirror, the outfit actually did work. It was certainly not my style, but it fit me just right, and I wouldn’t have looked out of place sitting in the front row at some fashion show.
Julien gave me a little squeeze on the ass again. “All right. Let us try on some more, yes?”
Next was a long-sleeve black shirt with a see-through mesh torso. My pale nipples were easily visible, practically popping out of the holes. I wasn’t particularly sold on this one, but Julien oohed and ahhed so much that I felt I had to offer my approval. I tried on outfit after outfit, stripping down to my jockstrap time and again as Julien handed me what seemed to be an increasingly skimpy number of clothes. Tight shorts with a five-inch inseam, a red crop top sweatshirt with white piping, a series of muscle tank tops in seemingly every color.
Finally, Julien pulled out a stack of Speedos. He gestured down at my jockstrap. “You take that off, we try on some of these.”
“I don’t think-”
“There is a problem?” Julien’s expression turned cold. “The congressman said you would be, ah, amenable. Do I need to call him?”
I shook my head. “No.” I sighed.
Turning away from him, I pulled off my jockstrap and kicked it to the side. He handed me one of the bathing suits, a small tan Speedo with a zipper on the side. I unzipped it, then slipped my right leg through the hole and pulled it up to my crotch. I tried to rezip the side of the suit, but I was having trouble getting the zipper to connect.
“Allow me,” said Julien. He got on his knees in front of me and grabbed the zipper, his fingers curling through my ginger blond pubic hair as he zipped up the suit.
My legs were trembling as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was an odd sight, me mostly hairless and practically naked, while another man knelt in front of me, his hands in my pants.
He looked up at me in awe. “Craquant,” he whispered.
He leaned in and kissed me gently on the inner thigh, his nose brushing up against my cock. He slid his hands up across my torso, sending goosebumps across my body.
“Please,” I whispered, but he closed his eyes and stuck his nose into my crotch, breathing deeply.
“You are so delicious,” he said, his hands squeezing my body as he continued to touch me. “Adrian cannot hope to keep a boy like you to himself.”
“I’m not gay,” I protested.
Julien laughed. “My love, you cannot hide who you are from your body. This tells me all I need to know.”
He cupped my bulge in his hands, giving my growing cock a squeeze. He was right–I was getting hard, and there was no excuse for it. I had been telling myself I was just confused, what with everything that had been going on. But why else was I getting hard for this old perv?
He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, letting my hard cock flop out of the Speedo. He stuck his nose into my balls, breathing me in deep as my hardening cock covered his face. I almost cried out when I felt his wet, warm tongue lapping at my balls. No one had ever touched me there, not even Ashley. I closed my eyes and grabbed onto his hair, giving myself to his tongue.
He pushed me down until I was sitting on the bench, my head leaning back against the mirror. His hands continued to run across my body, squeezing my chest as he sucked one of my balls into his mouth. That time, I did let out a moan, unable to hide the ecstasy I felt under his touch. He rolled my ball around his tongue, gently sucking it in and out before moving over to the other one. God, why did this feel so incredible? I pushed his head in deeper, eager to slip myself further into his mouth.
Just pretend it’s Ashley.
He let my balls fall from his mouth, then smacked his lips together hungrily. I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me wildly. “You taste delicious, mon amour.”
Then he opened his mouth and swallowed my cock down to the hilt. I cried out in pleasure, my legs trembling as he sucked me. I’d never had my cock in someone’s mouth before, and it felt fucking incredible. There was nothing for me to compare it to, but I knew Julien must be an extremely talented cocksucker. It was a weird thing to think about a dude, but I couldn’t deny how good his mouth made me feel. His tongue was lapping at my ballsack, overriding me with pleasure I had never felt before in my life.
I wrapped my legs around his head, desperate to feel more. He grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him until I was lying flat on my back, the top of my head pressed against the mirror. He bobbed up and down on my cock, running his fingers across my body as he pinched and squeezed and scratched my skin. There were so many sensations, especially since my skin was still so sensitive from the waxing. I could feel myself getting close, feel the pressure rising in my body as I got ready to bust my nut with another person for the first time. I saw a blinding white light, then felt a jolt of pleasure as my cock started to shoot.
Julien moaned as he swallowed each spurt of my seed, his tongue rolling around the head of my cock as it swelled. I stared at him, marveling at how strange and erotic it was to see a man with a cock in his mouth. I thought of how shameful I’d felt when the congressman fed me his dick in the shower, but Julien looked ravenous, clearly savoring the taste of my seed. I didn’t think I’d enjoyed the taste nearly as much as Julien did, although I hadn’t remembered hating it, either.
Finally, my orgasm was over, and Julien let my limp cock fall free. A bit of drool fell from his lips as he swallowed the last of my seed, then grinned at me.
“You are a very special boy. I hope you do not wait to come back and see me, yeah?”
I left the store with three bags so full of clothes that I had to call an Uber to take me back to the congressman’s apartment. I remembered to disrobe as soon as I got inside, since I didn’t want to accidentally offend Adrian again. I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging the clothes in the closet in Adrian’s daughter’s room and trying to erase the memory of that blowjob from my mind.
Why had another man’s mouth felt so good? I should have kicked his ass, contract or no contract. A month ago, I would have without a second thought. But now I was letting guys do what they wanted with me, like some weak little beta. And even worse–I didn’t hate it.
I couldn’t process that. So I pushed it deep down inside and focused on getting dinner ready for the congressman that evening. I needed to get his permission to let me off early that night so I could surprise Ashley. She was my lifeline, the one thing still connecting me to the real, heterosexual me that I knew I was. Somewhere. I just needed to get back in her good graces, and everything would be alright.
To my surprise, when I brought it up to the congressman, he seemed amenable.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, taking a bite of the paella I made him. “You can go out with your little girlfriend. Take her out to dinner at some fancy place or whatever you have planned. You can even go back to her place after and fuck her brains out. But no spending the night–I want you to come straight back here after.”
I felt my stomach sink. Why did I get the feeling that this would not end well?
He sneered as though he were dropping the punchline to some hilarious joke. “Then, when you get back, I want you to let me do everything that you did to her, to you. How does that sound?”
Disgust rolled off me in waves. This guy would stop at nothing to get into my pants. For the first time, I was grateful that Ashley and I were waiting for marriage. The most we’d ever done was make out and a little heavy petting, and I was sure I could make up some excuse not to do that with her tonight.
“Deal,” I said, trying to hide my revulsion. “Thank you for this opportunity, sir.”
“No,” he said smugly. “Thank you.”
I arrived at Ashley’s apartment at a quarter after 7. I knocked on the door, but when it opened, it was her roommate, Emily, standing there.
“Ashley’s not here,” she said, bored as usual.
“Really? It’s after seven and we had plans. Where would she be?”
She shrugged. “Try her office. She’s been staying late every night this week.”
So much for surprising her. I tried calling, but there was no response. With no other options, I left and took the metro to the headquarters of the Washington Examiner. By the time I arrived, the place was almost empty.
“I’m here to see Ashley Farley,” I said to the security guard at the front desk. “Do you know where I could find her cubicle?”
“Third floor,” he said in a monotone voice. He pressed a buzzer to call the elevator for me while I waited. I checked my phone to see that it was 7:40. I would have to find her quickly if we were gonna catch our dinner reservation.
I walked out of the elevator onto the third floor to find most of the lights out except for a lamp at one of the cubicles near the back. I headed down the row of cubicles towards the one desk that was lit up, hoping it was Ashley.
It wasn’t.
A short, balding man sat typing away at a desk. He didn’t look up.
“Excuse me. Do you know where Ashley is?”
“Nope,” he said, still typing away on the computer.
“Is there anywhere else she would be if not at her desk?”
“Check the boss’s office,” the guy said dryly. “All the girls seem to find themselves there eventually.”
I frowned at that, but I didn’t have time to waste locking horns with this guy over Ashley. I looked around and spotted a corner office with light faintly peeking out of closed blinds. I walked toward it, my stomach sinking with dread. This guy was bullshitting me, right? Ashley was just as conservative and faith-driven as I was. There’s no way she’d do anything like that.
But as I approached the door and raised my hand to knock, I found my hand trembling.
Then I heard a sound that stopped me in my tracks. It sounded like a woman crying. Ashley?
I reached for the knob and jiggled it, but it was locked. I leaned over to try to peer through a gap in the blinds. It was dimly lit inside, but I could see a man standing in front of his desk, his back facing me. He seemed to be shaking back and forth as though he were having some kind of an episode. Fuck, did I need to call the police?
I was about to bang on the door when I noticed two pale legs on either side of him. Someone was sitting on the desk in front of him. A woman, by the looks of it. I squinted to try and get a better look, watching as her arms suddenly wrapped around the man’s back and pulled him down on top of her. I couldn’t see his face, but now I could see hers clearly.
It took me a moment to register what I was seeing. The man’s body blocked most of her from view, but from the look on Ashley’s face, I could tell that whatever he was doing had her in ecstasy. She held his head against her neck, her mouth open wide in pleasure as he kissed and sucked along her delicate skin. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were red and quivering.
The man (her boss, I assumed) reached back to pull off his pants, leaving him bare-assed as he thrust into her. I could see the muscles in his ass tensing with every thrust, the flesh rippling. Ashley’s bright red nails dug into his ass cheeks as she moaned, “Deeper!” I spotted her panties on the desk next to her, torn and discarded. Her blouse was also unbuttoned, and I could see the man’s hands squeezing her tits as he had his way with my girlfriend.
I’d never seen Ashley’s tits before. I’d barely even felt them through her bra. To see her like this now, being thoroughly defiled by another man, was the worst kind of betrayal. The rage quelled, rising in my neck and threatening to spill out of my mouth. I wanted to barge in there, to confront the both of them. What would I do? What would I say? Would I punch him? Would I yell at her?
But as I looked down, I knew that I could do neither of those things. Because my cock had never been so hard as it was now. The rage dissipated like air out of a balloon. If I walked in there with a giant boner, how could either of them take me seriously? They would laugh at me, just as they were probably laughing at me now. I was a fucking cuck and they knew it.
“Fuck, I’m close,” her boss moaned.
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “Don’t pull out,” she whimpered. “I want to know what it feels like.”
He thrust deep into her and held it there, his ass flexing as he came deep inside her. He groaned loudly, his mouth latched onto one of her tits. She watched him with marvel the whole time, staring at him in a way she’d never once looked at me.
I felt a wetness in my crotch, and when I looked down, there was a wet spot on my pants. I didn’t know if that was just precum or if I’d actually ejaculated–it didn’t matter. Either way, my ego was shattered. I really was a cuck. Tearing my eyes away from the scene, I strode back over to the elevator as quickly as I could.
When I got back to the congressman’s apartment, he was sitting in front of the television with a glass of brandy.
“Ah, you’re back early,” he said with a glint in his eyes. He picked up the remote and turned the TV off.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” I said, defeated.
“That’s an excellent idea,” the congressman agreed. He stood and offered me his hand. “I’ll join you.”
My heart sinking, I took the congressman’s hand and followed him up the stairs. He led me to his bedroom, as I knew he would, and I lacked the strength to resist. After I walked in, he shut the door behind me, then sat down on the bed.
“Come tell me about your date,” he said, patting the spot next to him.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wishing I had the power to resist.
I didn’t.
When I sat next to the congressman, I must have been shaking, because he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder.
“Aw, don’t worry, baby,” he crooned in my ear. “Just tell me what happened. The truth, now.”
“I… I…”
I could tell him the truth. In fact, the truth was actually in my favor tonight. He might even take pity on me and let me off without having to do anything demeaning. But something in me was holding back. I didn’t want to leave all the satisfaction to Ashley. I wanted to get back at her somehow. Why should she get to have all the fun and not I? Why should she get to step out on our relationship to get ahead at work while I have to suffer through shame at every single touch?
Fuck that.
“I kissed her,” I lied.
“Oh?” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “What kind of a kiss?”
“Like this?” He leaned in and pecked me on the lips. “Or like this?” He cupped my face in his hand, pried open my jaw with his thumb, and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I could taste the alcohol on him, strong and bitter. His scruff felt extra scratchy on my smooth skin, making me tingle. He pulled back and smiled at me.
My head felt dizzy. His masculine energy was overwhelming, like a drug. That was why he could make me do things, things I never knew I wanted to do. I opened my mouth and stuttered weakly, “L-like the second one.”
He smiled lecherously, confident in his conquest. He lay me back gently on the bed, covering me with his body as he kissed me again. He felt heavy on top of me, a mass of muscle and bulk that pushed me down into the mattress. His tongue pried open my lips again, probing my mouth as he ran his fingers down my freshly waxed arms. He pulled my wrists up above my head, pinning me to the bed. I felt completely powerless, surrendered to the mercy of my employer. My mind flashed to Ashley on that desk, her eyes closed, mouth wet and red and open. I closed my eyes and moaned as the congressman began to kiss my neck, sending shockwaves across my skin.
“Fuck, boy, you taste so good,” he growled. He nipped at my neck, gently sucking and licking as I squirmed underneath him. “What did you do next?” he whispered in my ear.
I swallowed. “I… uh…” I scarcely dared to go any further, but I was feeling drunk on the moment, and caution had fled me entirely. “I put my fingers inside her.”
The congressman grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat. “Yeah? You slipped your fingers in her pussy?”
My heart was pounding. Why had I said that? Why did I want that?
I nodded.
“Then we'd better get them wet first,” he said. He took his middle finger and slid it past my bottom lip, trailing across my tongue to the back of my throat. He stuck it so far inside my mouth that it made me gag.
“Shhhh,” he said quietly. “Daddy’s just making it nice and wet so it’ll slide in your pussy real easy. Like you did with Ashley.”
I was so out of my mind that I barely registered him calling himself daddy. After sliding his finger in and out of my mouth for several seconds, he pulled it out, dripping with my saliva.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he said softly.
I looked up at him, my eyes as wide as Ashley’s had been. I was still wearing just the jockstrap from earlier, which meant nothing stood between my hole and what this man wanted. Slowly, I slid my legs back until my knees were by my chest.
“That’s it, baby,” said Adrian. He lowered his fingers to my crotch, past the flimsy pouch that held my cock and balls, and to the newly hairless area in between my cheeks. “So nice and smooth.”
I felt a twinge of pride at that, knowing that Adrian liked my body like this. Then I felt his warm, wet fingers against my hole, and the fear threatened to overwhelm me. I looked in his eyes, silently pleading with him to stop.
“Don’t worry, son.” He kissed me gently on the lips. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I gasped as the tip of his middle finger slid inside me. My hole clenched involuntarily, eager to expel the unwelcome invader. But something in me wanted this, wanted to experience what it would feel like to feel what Ashley felt on that desk. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Adrian smiled. “You’re such a good boy,” he said as he slid his finger deeper into me. He was now down to the second knuckle, and I could feel my hole throbbing against his finger.
“I think it likes me,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned in and kissed me again, deeply this time, and before I knew it, the rest of his finger was buried inside me.
There was a strange feeling of fullness down there, and I could feel the hard band of his wedding ring pressing into my taint.
He pulled back from the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you know what happens next?” he asked.
I shook my head. I hardly dared to ask.
Then I felt his finger wiggling inside me, gently curling as it tickled a spot deep inside. I cried out, my voice high and unmanly.
“Ugh… what is that?”
The congressman’s eyes were full of delight. “It’s your little button.”
He pressed it again, making me cry out. My cock was hard as a rock, obscenely stretching out the fabric of the jockstrap.
“My… my button?”
He nuzzled his nose against my neck as he continued to play with me. “Every boy has a special spot. And every man worth his salt knows how to find it.” He kissed me softly on the neck, then pulled his finger out.
“What-what are you doing?” I asked, stricken with a sudden empty feeling in my hole.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, sticking his index finger and middle finger in his mouth. He pulled them out wet and dripping, then licked his lips. “Fuck, you taste good.”
His fingers returned to my hole. I felt the familiar stretching feeling, only this time more painful. “Oh- ow,” I cried. “It’s too much, I can’t-”
“You can,” he said firmly. He kissed me again, pushing me back until I was lying flat against the bed. “I’ve got you, baby. Let daddy play with your pussy.”
I winced as his fingers sank deeper into me. His thumb ran along the underside of my balls, which were extra sensitive from being shaved.
“Fuck, I love how smooth you are,” he said, his thumb rubbing my taint while he pushed his fingers in deeper. Soon, his fingers were all the way inside me again. He looked back and forth between my eyes, a confident smile on his face.
“You want it?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Want daddy to play with your button?”
My lower lip was trembling. I wanted to not want it, but it was too late for that–I needed it now.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” I whimpered. “Please play with my button.”
He smiled, then curled his fingers inside me. I moaned, holding onto his arm for dear life. “Ugh… that’s… that’s my spot…”
He dove on me, sucking and biting along my neck as he finger banged me. I had never felt so manhandled, so powerless, but the lack of power only made the pleasure feel that much more intense. I was his now, no longer my own man. If I were honest, I hadn’t been my own man in a while. I grabbed his head, kneading my fingers through his hair as I let him ravage me. Images of Ashley flitted through my mind, intermingled with the passion I felt with this man on top of me. I wondered how she would feel if she could see me now. Would she scream? Call me a faggot? Is that what I was?
He kissed down my sternum, his hands kneading my chest. I could feel his tongue on my stomach, feel it make its way down to the only part of my body hair that remained. He grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap and peeled it down slightly, exposing the top half of my bush. He stuck his nose in it and breathed in deeply.
“Fuck, boy,” he growled. “I love the way you smell.”
“How do I smell?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Like sweat and musk,” he said dreamily. “And spring. I could smell it all day.”
He sniffed me again, underneath my balls this time. His nose tickled me, but it was the leaking of my cock through my jockstrap that really caught my attention.
“Wait,” I said breathlessly.
Adrian stopped playing with my pussy (I mean, my ass!), his fingers still halfway inside me.
“I need… I just need a second,” I said.
“You didn’t need a second with Ashley, did you?” He kissed down my neck, wiggling his fingers inside me.
I moaned.
“I bet you slid between her legs and stuck your tongue in her pretty pink pussy, didn’t you?”
He spread me open, leaving me defenseless. “You wanted to taste her. Hungry boy,” he said, his eyes locked on my hole.
I was so nervous, I was shaking. Before today, no one had ever seen me down there. Now three people had seen me naked, and two of them had stared directly at the one place I would have never wanted another human being to look. But Adrian was looking now, his eyes so full of desire that I found myself willing to give him whatever he wanted.
I couldn’t speak the words, couldn’t admit my weakness as a man. So I let my body do the talking for me–I put my hand on the back of his head and guided him to my asshole. He grabbed my legs and lifted them above my head, raising my sex to the level of his mouth. I closed my eyes, unable to watch as my conqueror tasted the most hidden part of me.
Then I felt it. Soft, almost tentative. Like a moist kiss. Then harder this time, wetter. I moaned as I felt his tongue lapping against my hole, sending vibrations through my skin. Holy fuck, this felt incredible. I needed more of him, needed him deeper, so I wrapped my legs around his head and gave myself to him. I could hear the sound of him breathing through his nose as he ate my hole–hungry, rough, insistent.
“Oh… s-sir,” I moaned.
His hands gripped my thighs tightly, kneading the flesh as he licked me. His tongue flitted and licked, wiggled from side to side, and drove on further and further inside me. I had never been eaten out before, but Adrian was incredible at it. He never did the same thing for too long, always switching it up so that the sensations were different enough to keep me on my toes. I didn’t care if I was a faggot anymore; the feeling was just too good.
My cock was leaking steadily now, aching to be released from the confines of my underwear. I was certain that two or three strokes would be enough to get me off, but the last thing I wanted was for the pleasure to end.
I felt a slight pressure on my hole as Adrian nipped me gently with his teeth, then burrowed his tongue as deep inside me as it could go.
“Sir!” I cried. “That… that feels…”
“You like feeling daddy play with your button, boy?”
I was too ashamed to answer. I had never known there was this part of me, this spot just an inch or two inside that held the source of all pleasure in a man’s body.
Adrian let go of my legs. His hands grasped my jockstrap, ripping it off and tossing it to the side before he crawled on top of me. His jaw was slick with sweat and saliva–he looked like an animal in the middle of devouring its prey.
“I can make it feel even better,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
“How?” I asked.
“I’ll do what you did with Ashley,” he said, smirking. “When you slid your cock inside her pussy.”
My face went pale. “N-no, I-”
“Did she squirt when you fucked her?” He licked my jaw, his stubble scratching the smoothness of my face.
“I-I didn’t,” I said quietly.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t shove little Scotty past her warm, sweet pussy lips? Maybe just slide the tip inside, just to feel what it’s like.”
My heart was pounding now. Faggot or not, I couldn’t let him fuck me. Anything but that.
I pulled myself back on my elbows, looking up at him nervously. “No,” I said firmly. “This… this was all we did.”
Adrian leaned in and nipped me gently on the ear. “But it doesn’t have to be all we do,” he whispered. “Let me in, Scott. I promise to be gentle.”
I was leaking so hard I was almost tempted to give in. But there was still a part of me that held on, no matter how weakly. I would not be sodomized, not by this man, not by any man.
“Please,” I whispered. “Haven’t I given you enough?”
To my surprise, the congressman smiled gently. “Whatever you want,” he said.
I blinked. “Really?” I asked, not quite believing it.
He laughed. “You think I’m going to force myself on you? I prefer my boys willing. Or if not willing, at least… persuadable.”
He stuck his fingers in his mouth again and then shoved them back in my hole so quickly I let out a cry. My resolve dissolved as his fingers found my button again.
“But I’ll tell you this, boy,” he said, jabbing that special spot with his rough fingers. “Sooner or later, I always get my way. And I find it’s always the boys who hold out the longest who beg the loudest in the end.”
The pleasure was too great for me to respond. My vision was starting to blur as the light around me shone brighter and brighter. I lay back and stared at the ceiling, my body shaking as I was lifted higher, higher, higher until I could hold back no longer.
“Oh, fuck. Sir, I’m gonna… UNGH!”
My hole clenched like a vice around the congressman’s fingers as my cock began to shoot ropes of cum into the air. It splattered all over my stomach, my chest–even my chin got a few blasts of it. My legs shook as the congressman mashed my button over and over again, and the last thing I saw before everything went white was the sight of his grin, wolfish and smug.
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