The congressman came in hot and ready.
I was in the middle of eating dinner when I heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by his keys landing on the front hall table. When he rounded the corner to the kitchen, there was a fire in his eyes. With the scar on his forehead—the diagonal slash that had nearly taken his eye—he looked especially menacing.
“Good evening, sir–”
“Bedroom. Now.”
He strode past without waiting for me to answer.
Oh fuck. Was he upset with me? Maybe he was mad I wasn’t wearing my usual outfit. The weekends were supposed to be mine, so I was just wearing one of the muscle tanks I’d gotten from Julien and a pair of stretchy cotton shorts with no underwear.
I didn’t want to make him late, so I hurried after him up the stairs.
My heart sank as I realized the other possibility—could he have found out about my night out with Tim? I hadn’t done anything bad! Not really. I mean, sure, that old guy Bruno pissed in my mouth and came on my face. But that wasn’t my fault! And I didn’t fuck Tim, even though I kind of wanted to. I didn’t take Lex up on his offer to drive me home, either, even though I was curious where that would lead. No, I had come straight home right after, like a good little Boy Scout.
The congressman stood at the entrance to his bedroom, loosening his tie. The lingering smell of his cologne and the musk of a day of travel clung to him.
“Get on the bed.”
I followed his directions and lay on my back. I stared up at him, unsure of what he would do.
“Roll over.”
My heart pounded in my ears as I got on all fours. It was like I was hypersensitive to every sound: his belt hitting the floor, the bed creaking as he got behind me. I felt the warm grip of his fingers as he yanked my shorts down to my knees, leaving me bare.
Then I felt his tongue on my balls.
“Ohhhhh… sir…”
He lapped at my balls hungrily, then ran his tongue up my taint. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.”
I buried my face into the pillow, moaning softly as he nibbled my ass. He was clearly ready to bust a nut, and I wasn’t in any mood to slow him down. Did his wife not put out this weekend? Maybe they didn’t even have sex at all. She seemed like the type—hot on the outside, prudish and withholding once the doors were closed.
Not like me.
Congressman Adrian spread my ass apart, kneading my cheeks with his thumbs. “I would give anything to see you in a skimpy little thong,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Lying by my pool, tanning those beautiful cheeks. I’d pull the little strap to the side and slip inside you. You want that, baby?”
The thought of being fucked by him in broad daylight sounded humiliating. And hot.
“Yes,” I said truthfully.
He kissed my ass cheek, planting furry little kisses up my lower back. “Lather you in oil, get you nice and slick. Till you’re dripping and begging daddy for his seed. God, I love hearing you beg.”
Adrian lay his full weight on top of me, pressing me into the bed. I could feel his thick cock worming its way between my cheeks, searching for the entrance. He kissed the back of my neck and growled softly as he humped me.
“God dammit, I need to be inside you.”
He spit on my hole, then rubbed the head of his cock to get it nice and slick.
I closed my eyes, rested my head on my forearms, and let him in.
He sank in me more slowly than I’m sure he wanted, but not slowly enough to make it entirely painless. I breathed through gritted teeth the deeper he pushed into me. Being tipsy had helped that first night when he took my virginity, as the wine had made it easier to relax. The next morning, I’d still been stretched from the night before. Tonight, I was tighter than I would have liked. I would have to make sure to keep myself loose if this were going to be our new routine.
“Baby boy, your pussy is so soft,” he said, kissing my neck. “You take daddy’s dick so good.”
On his next thrust, he rubbed against that spot—my prostate, I guess. I let out a low moan.
“Thank you, sir,” I said shakily.
He buried himself in me until his pubes were flush with my ass. Then he wiggled his cock around in a circular motion, making me wince.
“I’m gonna open you up a little, okay, sweetheart?”
He pulled out a bit, then gave a hard thrust in. “Daddy really wants to rail you, but I want to make sure it feels good for you, too, princess.”
He pulled out more this time, his thick cockhead sliding past that spot that made me tingle.
“Squeeze it. That’s it, harder. Good boy. You make daddy so happy.”
He started fucking me at a regular pace now. He must have gotten tired of waiting to use me the way he wanted to. I didn’t much care, as his cock was starting to bring back that warm, full feeling I’d come to enjoy. I might not particularly like Adrian—hell, I might even hate him—but I couldn’t deny how good he made me feel. Even his cockiness, his smug, self-assured, Big Dick Energy, didn’t diminish his sexual prowess. If anything, it enhanced it.
I still hadn’t fully accepted what it meant to surrender my manhood, but it sure as hell was easier to submit to a guy like Adrian than it would have been with some wimpy fag. Adrian was an asshole, sure, but he was a real man. Anyone could see that. Being bent over and conquered by a guy like that… I don’t know. It made sense, I guess. I didn’t like it, but I could respect it.
“Roll on your back.” He pulled his dick out of me. “I wanna look at you.”
I did as he commanded, spreading my legs for him to slide between. He guided himself back inside me, giving my cage a gentle flick as a show of his power. I was too deep in pleasure to feel shame. I turned my face into the pillow, moaning softly as he hooked my legs over his shoulders and began to rail me.
“I fucking love your body,” he said, pinching and squeezing my nipples. “My beefy little stud. Watching your belly ripple as I pound you… fuck.”
He held my legs together and thrust in as deep as he would go, making me cry out in pleasure. Jesus, this guy could fuck. Then he pressed my knees to my chest and leaned in until his lips were on mine. Something in me wanted to protest, the part of me that felt kissing a dude was even gayer than letting him fuck you.
I ignored it.
He kissed me deeply, violating me on both ends. I let him, feeling myself growing closer to cumming than I’d been in days.
Oh God, I was going to cum.
“S-Sir…” I moaned through his kisses. “I’m gonna–”
“Squirt for me, Scotty.”
My ass clamped down around his cock as the first few convulsions started. Unlike with a regular orgasm, this felt like it started in my ass and rippled throughout my entire body. My legs shook as jizz dribbled out of my cage, filling my belly button with a little pool of watery semen.
“That’s it… cum on daddy’s dick,” Adrian said softly.
My eyes shut tight, my whole body focused on cumming. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I didn’t even notice Adrian had started fucking me again until he let out a grunt and said, “Fuck… ARGH!”
The pulsing wetness of him firing off inside me only made my orgasm more intense. I squeezed my hole, trying my best to make him feel good and maximize how much he came. I don’t know why I was so desperate to please the congressman—whether it was because I was attracted to him, wanted to impress him, or some mixture of the two—but I did it all the same. I even leaned up and kissed him, feeling his little shakes and grunts on my lips as he eked out the last of his seed.
When he rolled off me, I cuddled up next to him automatically. He stroked my hair while I lay against his chest, listening to his breathing.
“Aren’t you glad you finally gave me that pussy?” He kissed my forehead. “You like getting fucked. Don’t you, Scotty?”
Humiliation seemed to be part of the ritual with him. There was only one answer he would accept, and quite frankly, it wasn’t a lie.
“Yes, sir.”
He laughed. “‘Yes, sir.’ God, you really are a sub.” He scoffed, his face dropping into a scowl. “Not like Becky. Everything’s a fucking fight with her.”
I raised my head to look at him. “Did you not have a good trip, sir?”
“She doesn’t understand the pressure I’m under. It’s not like her little non-profit where everyone’s all lovey dovey and ‘let’s-change-the-world’.” He sat up on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Congress is a fucking battlefield. Alliances are meaningless. If you’re in the way of someone else climbing the ladder, they’ll sell you out in a minute. I’m doing important fucking work—for HER—and she’s guilting me because I’m not around more.”
I stared at his broad back, not sure what to say. Wanting to be useful, I started rubbing his shoulders. That seemed to be the right move. He slumped his neck slightly and let out a deep moan.
“Mmm… That’s good.” He let out a low sigh and continued. “You know what politics is like, son. I’m sure you learned a lot from O’brien. It’s a tough fucking job. Sometimes you just need to let off some steam.”
“I get that,” I said, kneading his shoulder muscle with my thumb. “And I know how important your work is. It’s why I wanted to work for you in the first place.”
Adrian put his hand on mine, surprisingly tender. “I know I’ve been hard on you, Scott. But it’s for your own good. The things you need to learn, the things only I can teach you… they’ll help you stay alive in this swamp. You’ve got great potential, you just need a little guidance.”
My face flushed with pleasure at the compliment. “You think so?”
He turned to face me. “I wouldn’t have hired you otherwise.”
“I thought you hired me because you wanted to fuck me.”
He grinned. “That too.”
He let go of my hand, so I continued massaging him. Things had never felt this intimate with the congressman, and I wasn’t sure how long it would last.
“I took your advice, by the way,” I said.
“Which was?”
I ran my hands down his arms, gently squeezing his muscles. “I fixed things with my girlfriend. Or, I tried to, at least. I’m still kind of mad at her.”
He laughed. “What’d she do?”
“I found out she was… uh, sleeping with her boss.”
He let out a low whistle. “Fucking women. All the same.”
I ignored the fact that we were literally both cheating on our partners and continued. “Anyway, I decided to stick with her.”
He nodded. “Good. Keeping up appearances gives you a lot more freedom in this city. The fact that she’s fucking around too will give you even more leeway to do what you want.”
I hadn’t thought about that. I suppose it did make me feel less guilty for what the congressman and I were doing. If it had been the old Ashley, or at least, who I thought the old Ashley was, I’m not sure I could have justified hiding what I was doing from her. Now it felt like none of her business.
Adrian turned and climbed on top of me, covering my body with his. “Besides, you don’t need some tight-ass shrew to make you feel good. Not when you’ve got daddy’s big dick…”
Before I knew it, I was on my back again, legs spread with the congressman buried inside me, thrusting away. By the time he’d dumped a second load inside me, we were both exhausted and ready for sleep. The last thing I remember before unconsciousness was curling up against his hairy, beefy chest.
I woke up alone. My ass ached in a dull, not unpleasant way. When I touched it, my fingertips came away sticky. A pretty clear reminder of our actions the night before. I remembered getting fucked twice before falling asleep, and maybe once more in the middle of the night, though I wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t a dream.
I opened my eyes to see the congressman’s alarm clock. A bolt of fear ran through me when I read the time: 8:32. I threw the sheets off me, grabbed my cotton shorts from the floor, and pulled them on before racing downstairs. The congressman would have my ass for sleeping through my alarm, I was sure of it.
But when I got downstairs, the place was deserted. The chore list was sitting in its usual spot on the counter, but at the top was scribbled a note:
Scotty,
I turned off your alarm. You looked too sexy sleeping there for me to wake. Here’s a reward for being a good boy.
It was then that I noticed a small pair of silver keys sitting underneath the note.
The keys to my chastity cage! I was free!
Wasting no time, I dropped my shorts to my ankles. I fiddled clumsily with the lock, desperate to release my cock for the first time in over a week. In all the excitement, I actually started to get hard, which ironically made it more difficult to release myself. In the end, I managed to get my dick to come down enough to pry off the cage. I set it on the counter and collapsed in the chair with a sigh of relief.
God, it felt good to be free. What a nightmare that had been.
I was so grateful to have the cock cage off that it took me a minute to remember to read the rest of the note. I picked it up and scanned the rest of the page. Was I reading that right? There were only a couple of errands on the list, all of which were out of the house. Maybe this was another part of my reward.
I knew now how silly I’d been for resisting the congressman’s advances for so long. If I had given in and just let him fuck me weeks ago, I might have saved myself days of scrubbing and dusting on my hands and knees. Then again, the congressman seemed to enjoy it when I put up a fight, so maybe a little resistance kept him from getting bored with me.
I went to the front hall closet to find my outfit for the day: my usual pair of ass-hugging shorts and a tight blue t-shirt. At first, I thought that he’d forgotten to include underwear at all. Then I noticed a small piece of fabric that had fallen to the bottom of the garment bag.
It was a little white thong.
I picked it up and held the skimpy material in front of me, trying to imagine myself actually wearing such a revealing, slutty piece of underwear. I guess his fantasy from the night before was more than just a fantasy. However humiliating the choice of underwear, I was just glad to have the cage off. So I slipped on the thong, strangely excited by the feeling of the fabric riding between my cheeks. When I looked in the mirror, I looked about as faggy as I felt. The shorts were tight enough that, coupled with the thong, you could clearly see the head of my dick. Yet another humiliation, but anything was better than my chastity cage poking through.
I was riding high when I left the house that day. A free dick will do wonders for a guy’s confidence. I was headed toward the bus stop when I noticed Adrian’s driver parked out front. He rolled down the window, his eyes hidden behind dark shades. With his shaved head and sunglasses, he looked like a cross between Mr. Clean and the Terminator.
“The congressman thought you might need some help getting around town today.”
I felt a moment of fear. Had he told the congressman about me ditching him at dinner the other night? I hoped he’d just assumed he’d missed Ashley and me when we left.
I decided to play it cool. “Sweet,” I said, climbing in the backseat.
My first stop was at the dry cleaner’s, followed by a trip to the grocery store to restock the congressman’s fridge and pick up a prescription. I was waiting in line at the pharmacy, checking my phone, when I saw my new balance in my bank account.
Holy shit. This was more money than I’d ever had in my life! And it was only my first paycheck. I couldn’t even imagine what I would spend the money on—a new phone? A watch? A few weeks ago, I would have bought Ashley some jewelry or something, but now I had no desire to share my newfound wealth with her. Still, the congressman had told me to keep her close. I suppose I could afford to buy her a little something.
I stopped at a jeweler’s on the way home to pick up a necklace for Ashley that had a little piece of amethyst, her favorite. Then I swung by the florist to pick up a few arrangements for the apartment. By the time I got home, it was barely noon and I’d already finished all my chores for the day.
It was time to put the second part of my plan in action.
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“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?”
His voice sounded smug, even over the phone. I could just picture those pouty lips twisted in a sexy little smirk.
“Just wanted to see what you were up to,” I said casually. Well, as casually as I could considering I had locked myself in the front hall closet. I didn’t want to take the chance that Adrian would be checking up on me on the home security cameras.
Tim sighed dramatically. “Being worked to death, like always. If I ever left, the speaker would need to hire three people to do my job: an assistant, a therapist, and a whore.”
“Got any time to squeeze me in?”
I could practically hear him smirking. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I dunno. Just thought maybe I could come over and fuck your brains out.”
He was silent for a moment. I would have killed to see the look on his face right then.
Finally he spoke. “I thought you were… locked up?”
“Let out early for good behavior,” I said.
“Mmm, say no more. I can stop by on my lunch break.”
“Actually,” I said quickly, “I was thinking I could come to your place.”
He laughed. “Ashamed to be seen with me?”
“Adrian’s driver is here, and if he sees me with you, I’d be in a world of trouble.”
He sighed. “All right. My place, it is. I’ll text you the address. Meet me here in an hour, and I’ll give you the ride of a lifetime.”
Tim’s apartment was located in an even nicer part of town, about a fifteen-minute drive away from me. I could try slipping out of the house and dodging the driver, but I didn’t want to take a chance that he’d spot me and follow me like he had before. So I did a quick Google search, found what I needed, then headed outside.
“More errands?” the driver said as I approached the car.
“It was payday today,” I said. “Thought I’d treat myself to a massage.”
“I’m happy to give you a ride.”
We rode to the massage parlor in silence. Even though this man was a nuisance sent to spy on me, I appreciated the luxury of being chauffeured around town in a giant SUV. I was getting used to the finer things, it seemed.
When we arrived, he pulled over at the curb to drop me off.
“I’m going to look for parking,” he said through the window. “Text me when you’re done, and I’ll swing back around to pick you up.”
“You got it,” I said cheerily.
I walked toward the door to the massage parlor, watching him out of the corner of my eye. The second he turned the corner, I took off in the opposite direction.
Adrian’s apartment was only two blocks away, which should leave me enough time to rendezvous with him and make it back before the driver got suspicious. As I approached the building, I was astounded at just how nice the place was. This wasn’t some townhouse or grungy apartment building—it was a luxury penthouse with a doorman and everything.
“Who are you here to see?” the doorman asked me as he held the door for me.
“Tim Olsen.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Room 815. I’ll get the elevator for you.”
Shit, I did not like that look. He couldn’t know I was here for illicit gay sex… right?
He walked me to the elevator, turned his key, then pressed the button to call it. Jesus, this place was fancy. He even rode the elevator up with me, which I tried not to take as a sign of distrust.
Thankfully, he did not accompany me to Tim’s front door. I knocked twice, then waited, still unsure he wasn’t playing some sort of prank by pretending he lived here.
He opened the door, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned to the midsection.
“When the men are away, the boys will play,” he said cheekily. “You want a drink?”
“You seem like you’ve already had a couple.”
He grinned. “So catch up.”
He left the door open, walking ahead of me into the kitchen. I followed, mesmerized by just how nice the place was. The living room was the size of my entire apartment, with plush leather sofas and wide windows showing a view of downtown. The place had been decorated in a sort of dated Art Deco style, with angular sculptures and Gatsby-esque wallpaper.
Tim strode between granite countertops and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and two glasses.
“This can’t be your apartment,” I said.
“I’ll try not to take offense to that,” he said as he poured. He handed one to me. “Technically, it’s the speaker’s. He likes having a place to stow me away. His dirty little secret.” He laughed. “But I’m sure you know what that’s like.”
“Does he know you fool around with other guys?” I asked, sipping the bourbon.
He shook his head. “He’d have my head. But I know how to be discreet, and how to disable the security cameras. Plus I’m fucking the doorman, so that helps to keep things hush-hush.”
“Ah. That explains his… less-than-welcome reception.”
Tim laughed. “He knows I’m a hard one to pin down.” He set his drink down and ran his finger down my chest. “You know, Adrian might be a tool, but I love the way he dresses you. He really knows how to bring out your inner fuckboy.”
He rubbed my bulge through my shorts. “So, what did you do to convince him to let you out of that little cage?”
I set my drink on the counter and grabbed his waist. “You’re not the only one who knows how to manipulate men.”
His lips tasted like bourbon. He seemed surprised by me suddenly taking charge, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. I was used to pleasing men now, and I knew exactly what Tim wanted.
I pushed him against the edge of the couch, grinding our cocks together as we kissed. He moaned into my mouth, wrapping his legs around my waist as he allowed me to take charge. It felt strange to be the aggressor this time, almost like I was playing a part. But I let my dislike of Tim fuel me. Within seconds, I had his tie off and his shirt fully unbuttoned. He undid my shorts and slid his hand inside my pants.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he moaned, working my dick through my underwear.
“Put your mouth on it.” I grabbed the top of his head and pushed him to his knees. I pulled down my shorts and thong, letting my dick flop out onto his forehead.
He looked up at me with shining eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Putting my dick in his mouth felt downright incredible. I could see what the congressman got out of it—there was nothing quite like making a man submit by facefucking him. I felt powerful, confident, assured. After weeks of lording his superior status over me, Tim was nothing more than my cocksleeve right now, a tool to make me cum.
I watched him bobbing on my cock and felt a wave of pleasure. Tim might be an asshole, but he was incredibly handsome. Having a guy like him blow me, even if it was kinda gay, felt like capital. I wasn’t the husky guy facing barbs about his weight in the locker room. I was a fucking stud.
Tim popped my dick out of his mouth and gave it a few tugs as he smelled my balls. “Fuck, you smell amazing. I need you to rail me.”
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his feet. “Turn around.”
He obeyed, gripping the edge of the couch. I undid his belt, then yanked his pants below his ass. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Fucking slut,” I said, grabbing his shirt collar and bending him over the couch.
I spit on my fingers, then slipped them inside to get him ready for me.
When I pulled my fingers out, they were sticky. “What the fuck—do you have a load in you?”
He turned his head and grinned. “I was playing with a toy before you got here.”
The thought of him shoving a dildo in his ass in preparation for my cock made me even harder.
I smirked. “Then you’re ready for me.”
Without further ado, I aimed my dick at his hole and buried myself to the root.
Slutty and loose as he was, Tim let out a gruff cry.
I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled his head back, leaving his back arched. “Don’t tell me you haven’t taken bigger dicks before.”
He didn’t answer, just stared at me, eyes glazed over with lust.
I knew that look well enough. It was such a strange feeling, being the one doing the fucking instead of the one getting railed. A month ago, I never would have imagined knowing what it felt like to take a dick. Now, it was almost all I knew of sex.
I held Tim’s collar as I rammed my dick in him, making that toned ass of his ripple. I tried to shake the feeling of impostor syndrome that kept creeping in. The last thing I wanted was for him to get bored with me, or worse: laugh at me.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of what the congressman would do. I could picture him now—his hairy, masculine body, that smug grin, the ease with which he took what he wanted. That was the kind of man who knew how to fuck boys like Tim. So that was who I would be.
My lips brushed against Tim's ear. “You like getting fucked, baby?”
He nodded. “Yes,” he said breathlessly.
I grabbed his ass and slammed my cock into him, making him let out a sharp grunt.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” he said through gritted teeth.
I continued fucking him, my belly slapping against his back. “That’s right. You love getting fucked by big-dick straight boys, don’t you, faggot?”
He moaned, and I knew I’d hit the jackpot. “Big-dicked” might be pushing it a little, but it was all in the attitude.
“I’m gonna fucking destroy you,” I continued. “Leave you gaping, dripping my cum like a good little slut.”
I pushed him down over the couch, leaving his ass in the air.
“Take your shirt off,” I commanded.
He complied, pulling off his button-down shirt and leaving him naked except for the pants around his ankles. I ran my hands along his broad back, feeling his smooth, tan skin and muscles.
“Oh, FUCK,” he groaned. “I need it… fucking use me, rail me… ohhhh…”
Holy hell, his body was spectacular. I stared at the curves of his back, the ripple of skin as I thrust into his tight, silky hole. Tim was exactly the kind of guy who would have teased me for my weight in high school, and here he was, bent over the couch, begging me to fuck him. This was what power felt like.
I wanted more.
“Get on your back,” I said, pulling my dick out of him with a wet plop.
He went to lie on the couch when I snapped my fingers. “Not there. The ground.”
He looked up at me in shock. Clearly, he was just as surprised by my dominant turn as I was.
He lay on the ground, his cock hard and lying flat across his belly. I knelt between his legs, aiming my dick between his cheeks as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I sank back inside him, watching in amusement as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
I grabbed the back of his neck. “Look at me,” I growled.
His eyes came back into focus, his lower lip wet and pouty. I leaned in and kissed him, hooking his legs onto my shoulders like the congressman had done to me. He reached for his cock, trying to give himself relief, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his side.
I suddenly understood why the congressman had put me in the chastity cage. It was all about control, forcing me to focus on his pleasure above my own. Whatever decision he made, whatever game we were playing—everything was about power.
Time for me to take some for myself.
I could feel myself growing close to release. I was tempted to keep going, to cum inside of Tim like the congressman had done to me. But I wanted a different kind of release.
I pulled out, letting Tim’s legs fall to the ground. Before he had a chance to speak, I was standing over him, my hand flying on my cock.
“Open your mouth,” I said, my dick inches from those fuckable lips. “Open it!”
He complied, his wet pink tongue just barely visible. I quickly brought myself over the edge, ropes of cum bursting out of me and onto Tim’s beautiful, faggot face. The first shot coated those pretty little lips; the second landed square on his forehead. Gush after gush came out, painting his face and tongue. When I felt my orgasm start to subside, I grabbed the back of his head and slipped my cock into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the last of my seed.
“Ugh… fuck!” I groaned, high on the rush of my orgasm and Tim’s debasement.
Tim stared up at me, face dripping with my seed. I suddenly realized he was waiting for my permission to touch himself.
“Go ahead and squirt, Timmy,” I said.
Clearly, I was enjoying this role a little too much.
Tim immediately reached for his cock, rubbing himself to completion in only a handful of strokes.
“Uh, uh, ohhhhhhhhh…” he whined, his cock spraying all over his belly and the floor.
Most of the time, the congressman liked to cum inside me, so it wasn’t often I got to see another man ejaculate. There was something so raw about it, primal and violent. Girls didn’t really have any equivalent, at least as far as I knew. Seeing Tim spurt in front of me like that…
Fuck. Sex with dudes was becoming addictive.
He got to his feet, our little play over. He wiped my cum from his eyes with his fingers. “I think you nearly blinded me,” he quipped.
I shrugged. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
He smirked, back to the same old Tim. “You want to help clean me off in the shower?” he asked, his hands sliding around my waist.
“You go on ahead,” I said. “I gotta make a quick call first.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be too long. I might need your help getting my back…”
He kicked his pants off, which were still wrapped around his ankles, and headed toward the back hallway.
The second I heard the shower running, I raced over to where his laptop was sitting on the kitchen counter. It was still open from when he must have been working before I arrived. I clicked the trackpad, and to my relief, the screen lit up, unlocked.
“Come on, come on,” I said, opening up the application menus to search for what I needed. “There’s gotta be something…”
I wasn’t stupid enough to imagine the speaker would have sent anything illegal over email, so I combed through Tim’s apps until I found what I needed: an end-to-end encrypted messaging server.
The app asked me to enter a password as soon as it opened, but Tim was stupid enough to have it auto-filled, thank God. If I weren’t desperately trying to find kompromat, I’d be tempted to report him to the government for mishandling classified information.
I found his messages to Speaker Smith (who was in his phone under the name “Daddy S,” yuck) and started looking for anything I could use. Most of it seemed to be routine and boring—tasks he needed done, sexual stuff he wanted Tim to do to him, the usual. Finally, something caught my eye:
“Split $50K across donors — wire instructions attached.”
The rest of the message was a PDF with three columns: donor names in one, neat dollar amounts in another, and a third labeled “LLC” with several entries circled in red.
The next message made my mouth go dry: “Use multiple small donors; reimburse through events.”
There were three attachments; I didn’t have time to open them here, but the filenames were enough: Straw_Donors_List_Q3.xlsx, WireNotes.pdf.
I took a screenshot of everything, then downloaded the files and texted them to myself. I had just finished deleting the texts I’d sent from Tim’s phone when I heard him call out from the other room.
“If you wanna double dip, you better hurry up!”
I had what I needed. Practically glowing with self-satisfaction, I stripped off my clothes and headed toward the bathroom.
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Once Tim had finished sucking a second load out of me, I made my way back to the massage parlor where the driver was waiting for me. Thankfully, there was no parking anywhere on the street out front (I’d been careful to find a place that fit that criteria), so he’d had to park around the corner. I slipped inside the parlor, pulled out my phone, and rang him to come get me.
As he pulled up outside, I did my best to act as if I’d just gotten a relaxing massage. I suppose, having had some pretty incredible sex, it wasn’t that difficult.
“How was it?” he asked as I hopped in the backseat.
“Would definitely recommend,” I said, practically purring.
He stared at me through the rearview mirror just a moment too long. I felt a moment of panic. Did he suspect? Could he know? But then he turned back to face the road and started pulling out, so I waved it away as a moment of paranoia.
I was practically buzzing on the drive home—I couldn’t wait to tell the congressman what I’d learned. With this information, he could force the speaker to help him work his way back into the president’s good graces, and maybe even secure his spot on the Appropriations Committee for good.
That kind of leverage would be worth a lot to a man like Adrian. I could use it to get a promotion or money. Maybe I could even find a way out of this sexual servitude. To finally have him treat me as an equal, instead of a mindless sex puppet. If I played my cards right, I’d never have to touch another man sexually ever again. I could dump Ashley, find a woman who’s actually loyal, and treat the last month like a blip on the radar.
I was still pondering my options when I got home. I did some last-minute tidying, hung my shorts back in the front-hall closet (home was still strictly a no-pants zone on the weekdays), and got a few things sorted before starting the congressman’s dinner. I had only just begun chopping the onion when I heard the sound of the front door.
I checked the wall clock and saw it was only 5:15. That was strange. Maybe he–
“Pack your shit and get the FUCK out of my house.”
He was standing at the kitchen entrance, his face red with anger.
I had never seen him so furious in the weeks that I’d known him, not even that day in the office when I’d breached my NDA.
I dropped the knife in the sink and turned toward him, my hands raised in calm. “I can explain–”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you fucking faggot,” he snarled. “I told you that little prick between your legs was mine. I let you out of your little cage for less than a day, and you’re already fucking that Olsen boy?”
“Who told you that? The driver? He’s lying!”
“Don’t lie to me, you little bitch,” he spat out. “The doorman told me everything. You think I didn’t put tabs on him after the shit you pulled with him at the bathhouse?”
My skin drained of color. Was anywhere safe from prying eyes in this city?
He was shaking with so much rage that I was almost afraid he would punch me.
“It wasn’t like that,” I said, wishing beyond belief that I was wearing pants for this moment and not a skimpy little thong. “I was–”
“I will sue you into fucking oblivion,” he growled. “I will chase you out of this town so fast you’ll have to–”
“Smith was going to double-cross you!” I interjected.
He stood there in silence, still breathing heavily. His face twisted in distrust.
“I went there for you.” I took a tentative step toward him. “I heard from Tim that Smith was going to pass you over for the Appropriations Committee, so I went to try and–”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said with a huff. “Smith promised me the position.”
“He lied,” I said quickly. “The president thinks,” I had to be careful about my words here, “I mean, they said the president thinks you’re not loyal enough and he wants you primaried. Smith was going to go along with it and hang you out to dry.”
Now he looked even angrier than he had before. He beat his fist against the kitchen counter so hard I thought he might crack the granite. “That lying old cocksucker! I knew he was a snake, but I didn’t know he was a fucking traitor.”
I took another step toward him. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing with anger, but I put my hand on his chest.
“I just wanted to help,” I said softly.
He snorted. “How? You think telling me this is going to change anything? If I’m on the outs, like you say, then what’s a low-level houseboy like you got that can make any difference?”
I grabbed my phone from the counter and pulled up the images I’d taken from Tim’s phone. “Leverage,” I said, shoving my phone into his chest.
He took it, his eyes scrolling the page. His face went slack as he took in what he was seeing.
“This is real? You have these documents?”
I nodded. “I texted them to myself. It’s everything you need to blackmail the speaker. I know it’s not the president, but I figured–”
“Fuck the president,” he said. “Smith’s the one with the power in Congress. And this dumb motherfucker had the audacity to go and commit campaign finance fraud.” He started laughing hysterically. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
I grinned, flooded with relief that my effort had paid off.
He leaned back against the counter, sighing. “Holy fuck. You really had me worked up. I was about to tear you a new one.”
I stood in front of him, sliding my hands down his chest. “I’m just trying to help. I want you to succeed.”
He smirked. “Sure. As long as it helps you, right?”
I blushed, but he put his hand on my cheek.
“Hey, no judgment here. You did good, kid. I told you, I help those who help me.”
He slid his hands down my waist, gently cupping my ass. “So what do you want? Money? More freedom? Tell me, and it’s yours. Within reason,” he added.
His fingers dug into my skin. I could feel his cock against my leg. My lips felt wet.
“I want you,” I said breathlessly.
I leaned up to kiss him, wrapping my hands around his neck as I pulled him down to my height. He grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the counter, squeezing my cheeks as his tongue snaked its way into my mouth.
I ran my fingers through his hair, battling his tongue with my own as we made out. He thrust against me, him still in his full suit and tie, me in just my t-shirt and thong. I fiddled with his tie, desperate to get him naked and in me once again. His fingers felt like magic as he kneaded my ass. Articles of clothing came flying off—his jacket and tie, my t-shirt, his shirt and pants—until we were left in our underwear, his checkered boxers and my white thong.
He knelt in front of me, burying his nose into my inner thigh. “Fuck, I need to ruin you,” he growled, leaving little bites on my groin that made me throb.
He grabbed the strings of my thong and slowly started pulling them down when the sight of my dick made him stop.
“What’s this?” he asked, his face lit up in delight.
My cock was locked back up in the little pink cage, leaking precum through the holes.
I smiled bashfully. “I want to be yours, sir.”
He let out a slow exhale. “Fuck. I’m gonna breed you so fucking deep, Scotty.”
He yanked my thong off from around my ankles, then lifted me off the counter. “Daddy’s gonna put a baby in you tonight, boy.”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on tight as he pushed me up against the wall. He licked his fingers and rubbed them on his cock, aimed it at the promised land, and sank right in.
“Fuck, sir!” I moaned, his cock piercing and pinning me against the wall.
“Call me daddy,” he said, nudging my nose with his. “Tell me you want me.”
He kissed me softly on the lips, holding me still with his cock fully in me.
“I want you, Daddy.”
His lips slowly spread in a grin. “That’s my boy.”
He fucked me up against the wall, burying himself in me as my caged nub leaked in between our bellies. He latched onto my neck, sucking and kissing me as he continued to thrust.
I closed my eyes, blocking out everything outside of his touch. His dick felt familiar now, like it had been molded to fit my insides. The scratch of his beard on my neck, the scent of his cologne and musk, and his tight, strong grip felt overwhelming. Even caged (especially caged), it was too much for me. I started cumming within seconds, each thrust of his cock causing another spurt to come out of me.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, not slowing down. “Cum on my dick, baby boy.”
“Oh, daddy…” I whined, my eyes shut tight as my whole body shook.
Playing with Tim had been fun, but I knew better now. Taking the congressman’s dick, letting him cage me, use me, ruin me—there was nothing else that could compare to it. This was sex, this was what I needed, no matter how shameful or emasculated it left me. I couldn’t leave this behind any more than I could leave behind DC.
“I’m gonna breed you now, Scotty. You want daddy’s seed?”
I didn’t reply, just squeezed my hole as hard as I could around his dick. He stared into my eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration as he unloaded.
“Argh… grrrr, fuck… AGH!”
He let out short little breaths through gritted teeth, never taking his eyes from mine. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, feel the warm pulsing of his cum mark my insides. I leaned my forehead against his, feeling his breath against my face. I still didn’t know if I loved him or hated him. All I knew was that I needed him like I needed air to breathe.
When his orgasm subsided, he carried me gently over to the living room and lay me down on the couch. His cock fell out of me, leaving me slightly gaped. He knelt beside the couch and brushed back my hair, then kissed my forehead.
“You’re such a good boy,” he said, smiling at me. “Smart, loyal, sexy… and you take daddy’s cock so well… fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”
I sat up, pulling my knees into my chest. “About what you were saying earlier…”
He smirked. “Back to business already, huh? I knew you wanted more than just dick. Tell me, baby. What do you want?”
“I’m done being your houseboy,” I said firmly. “You want someone to clean, you hire a maid. A female maid.”
He snorted. “All right. And what will your role be, exactly?”
“I want to be your assistant,” I said. “Not just an errand boy, an actual assistant. I want to learn from you. I want you to train me to do what you do. And I want a raise.”
He smiled, and I could see something akin to respect in his eyes. “Done. Anything else?”
I looked down at his hairy chest, down the treasure trail to the thick gathering of pubes above the base of his wet, thick cock.
“I want you to fuck me again.”
His face twisted in a smirk. He climbed on top of me and was soon in me once more.
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