The Maid

Having left school prematurely, I felt like I was in a rut. Sadly, after I commenced my job as a cashier, and moved in with a friend of my mother whom she had been friends with all her life, named Gayle,   things did not improve. Sweet as Gayle was, she was a nosy busybody who now saw herself as a surrogate mother. Between her, and a job I loathed, it felt like I had gone from the frying pan, and into the fire.

Being a gay man, rather obviously, I had a homophobic boss who could not stand the sight of me. Resultantly, I became a patsy for his daily rants. I felt like a shit magnet, destined for a life of suffering.

After visiting an adult bookstore one evening, I headed home with a gay newspaper. As I paged through the pages in a state of boredom, I was stunned by the classified section. With fuck-all else to do, I commenced reading the adverts.  As one would expect, there were all kinds of requirements and offers. Midway through my perusal, however, I was gobsmacked by the following request.

‘I need a maid and a companion for uninhibited sex. Your accommodation and all your living expenses are part of the package. This also includes a good salary. Please call Gideon.’ A mobile number followed.

I initially laughed it off as a con. After a few beers, however, I kept looking at it and wondering if this, magically, could deliver me from the hell I was living in.

On an impulse, and with fuck-all to lose, I dialled Gideon’s number. After introducing myself as Ryker, we had a brief conversation. It soon became clear, that Gideon was interested in seeing me first before any other negotiation would take place. Having my off day from work, two days later, I agreed to visit his home.

Although I went to his home, with zero expectation, I was nonetheless, intrigued.

One would not call his home a stately mansion, but far exceeded anything I had known before. Gideon was also not, the most amazingly good-looking man I had ever encountered. He was not exactly ugly, but middle-aged and rather hefty. Gideon was bald but sported a well-developed amount of facial hair. His hands were broad and rather sexy, and from the massive trainers he was wearing, I imagined that his feet followed suit.

From our introduction, Gideon’s expressive brown eyes gave me the impression that my diminutive five-foot-six frame captivated him.

Next, I got a tour of his home, which was stunning. I was particularly impressed by the bedroom with the en suite bathroom that would be my possible accommodation. Gideon, however, quickly mentioned, that I would be spending most of my time in the main bedroom.

The main suite was magnificent, with the most impressive bed I had ever seen. 

Once we sat back in his lounge, Gideon got down to business. Apart from tidying, cleaning, doing his washing, and ironing, I would have to cook all his meals.

As my heart began to sink at his last announcement, Gideon informed me that he would enroll me at a cooking school so that I could learn to nourish him at the level that he expected. He then stressed that he expected me to take my culinary education very seriously.

I had always enjoyed helping my mother in the kitchen, much to my father’s dismay, but I would hardly have seen myself as a good cook. The thought of getting professional tutoring at his expense, however, excited me enormously. All the other household chores, which Gideon mentioned did not faze me because being gay, I had been doing so at home all my life.

After the conclusion of the financial matters concerning my employment, I felt elated by the proposal.

If some middle-aged man wanted to fuck my arse, while I was living in the lap of luxury and getting a culinary education, who was I to complain?

“I’m up for this challenge if you’ll have me,” I unequivocally concluded.

“Great… Then resign tomorrow, because I have a good feeling about you,” Gideon settled.

Unsurprisingly, my boss was delighted to see the back of me the following day and asked me to leave immediately.

What happened next seemed like a dream, because before I knew what was happening, Gideon came to collect me with my meagre possessions, and I was on my way to a new life.

Once we arrived, ‘home,’ however, I was under no illusion that Gideon would be a hard taskmaster. He presented me with a daily schedule, including my weekly culinary classes, plus the initial extra Saturday classes, to catch up on what I had missed thus far. Thankfully, that evening, he took me out for dinner, as a welcome gesture.

When we arrived at his house, I received a prelude, to what my life would be henceforth. Gideon wasted no time in removing my clothing before my body was slumped over the dining table. Without pause, Gideon commenced solidly fucking my arse. I did not even get a chance to see his cock, but clearly, comprehended that it was incredibly thick. The other thing I also learned, was, Gideon, enjoyed my grunts as gasps enormously. He was an uber daddy of note! Later in the bedroom, when I finally saw the gnarled monstrosity that had assailed my arse, I was amazed that he had not shredded my backside to bits.

That night, I also became aware of his incredible libido, as his rougher predilections came to the fore. Gideon’s powerful hands bruised my backside and arms, while my body flailed about like a ragdoll. All the while, my arse was succumbing to what would become a sustained blitzkrieg. I had never realized that succumbing to anyone could be such a turn-on. It was fantastic!

As we lay side by side afterward, Gideon said, “You’ve done very well. You must, nevertheless, accept that there is lots more for you to learn.”

Purring like a kitten, I simply answered, “Yes, daddy.”

The following day when Gideon arrived home with parcels, I did not take too much notice. When the contents of these parcels got unpacked, however, my eyes could not believe what I was seeing. They were three, camp house cleaners outfits, in navy, black, and white. I had no idea if this was a humiliation tactic or simply an impish sense of humour. Thank goodness, there were no high heel shoes. 

“Ryker, I expect you to wear one of these outfits every night when I get home… Now, go upstairs and put on the navy one,” Gideon commanded, before adding, “And… No underwear.” 

As I re-entered the living room, later, I felt like a cast member of ‘La Cage Aux Folles.’ Weird as it was, I was having lots of fun. This was infinitely better than when my father had caught me wearing my mother’s dress, shoes, and makeup when I was a kid. Although I had no crossdressing desires, this was amusing, and above all, there was no derision from my dad.

“Wow… That looks fabulous. Get the fuck over here,” Gideon then commanded.

I was not surprised when he again steered me toward the dining room table, and after lifting my ruffled skirt, plowed straight into my arse.  After another solid fucking, I served the chicken casserole I had made for dinner. Gideon was very polite about my offering and excitedly spoke about my first cooking class the following day.

In bed that night, however, I got my first taste of discipline from him, when those huge hands of his spanked my backside for overcooking the rice. I got a distinct impression that his actions were premeditated rather than genuine. For me, nonetheless, I was content with my misdemeanour and milked my thoughtlessness to the hilt as I incessantly squealed in compliance. It was like a meeting of our minds as I got the distinct feeling that our paths were converging in the most, satisfactory manner.

Our daily interactions now began to escalate to new levels of perverse intensity. The first fetish that materialized was urolagnia. On our morning, visits to the shower, my head, and body got pissed on before I had to swallow copious amounts of hot piss as well. After this, there was always a jug of Gideon’s piss in the refrigerator, and before I drank any wine at night, I had to consume a full glass of piss.

The second fetish took me a while longer to get used to than imbibing piss. After placing our plates of food on the table, Gideon would remove a used condom from his pocket, and dribble the contents over the meat I was eating. The combination of my protests and his haranguing that ended up in disciplining slaps seemed to give him unbridled pleasure. Now, well on my way to becoming a discipline-loving junky, I was also in a state of bliss. 

The third fetish consisted of fruit and vegetables, which Gideon liked inserting into my backside when we got to the bedroom. His particular favourite was cucumbers. The bigger and knobbier the skin was the happier he was. I, of course, put on an award-winning spectacle of distress to invigorate proceedings.   

Apart from the cucumbers that we used to prime my backside, skinned bananas were always on hand, which then got inserted into my arse before being mashed inside me by his thick cock. Next, a plastic squeeze bottle administered chocolate sauce into my backside. A dessert I thought of as ‘Felching Choc Banana,’ then got underway as he rimmed and sucked his pudding out of my anus. Whatever residue remained in my arse was then once more churned in my backside, before becoming enhanced by his cum. After that, I finally got my dessert by licking Gideon’s dick clean.  I loved it!

The thing that amazed me most was when Gideon began producing more and more used condoms. To my horror, I then learned that he would visit an adult bookstore at lunchtime, and pay people to shoot their loads in condoms.  Thankfully, I knew that viruses were delicate and would not be able to survive the latex journey to our home.

When I moaned about my misgivings nonetheless, in his inimitable controlling fashion, Gideon decided to teach me a lesson. The following day he arrived home with a skanky man after lunchtime. Having his own successful business, I knew that Gideon had no time constraints. 

“Seeing that you like you’re cum fresher, Albert agreed to come home with me,” Gideon sarcastically uttered, before adding, “Get to the fuckin’ shower, bitch, Albert has been holding in a large piss.”

By the time we got into the shower, in all fairness to grubby Albert, he was hotter than I imagined, because Albert was hung like a donkey. Beyond that, however, as if any further explanation is necessary, he was like one of those men one sees on sites ‘ordinary guy next door,’ sites. Albert was fantastic and could piss like a firefighter’s hose at a blaze. Unlike Gideon, nevertheless, was extremely affectionate and loved kissing. When Albert finally fucked me, I could see the intrigued look on Gideon’s face as Albert made love to me. 

Later, after Albert had left, I unashamedly made mention of Albert’s prowess. I was astonished that night when Gideon tried his best to re-enact Albert’s machinations.

“So… You like all this kissing shit?” Gideon asked.  

“Yes… Gideon, I love living with you. I like the rough sex and everything else you have required so far, but I would also like some affection from time to time. I don’t mind if you beat the hell out of me and treat me like a slut, but also make love to me once in a while,” I uttered.

“I’ve got it… Should I also invite Albert over occasionally?” Gideon chuckled.

“Definitely,” I gushed. 

Thereafter, Gideon’s home became like a busy train station as a multitude of skanky men became a regular occurrence in the house. My house cleaner outfits constantly needed replacing because of the icky hands tore them to shreds at Gideon commands, as he lasciviously watched me being solidly fucked by the male demi monde he liked to bring home. I, of course, motivated Gideon’s predilections by squealing like a banshee as the lowest forms of humanity fucked my arse as Gideon slapped my face and body. I had become a fuck-bunny to the dregs of humanity.

I was the happiest piss-sodden and cum covered slut on the planet. Best of all, I was allowed to handpick all the men that became stayovers and regulars.

I also became a very good cook.