I loosened my tie as I walked out of yet another failed interview. They didn’t even need to call and tell me, I’d already seen the other candidates waiting in there. They were so much more qualified than me.
Standing on the street waiting for the bus, I checked my bank account. The $113.76 staring back at me wasn’t going to stretch far for the rest of the month. I was already three weeks behind on rent. At least I had a shift delivering packages that afternoon; it would help relieve some of the tension. But still, goodness.
The bus was packed to the brim when it finally arrived. I squeezed inside and stood next to a group of hulking men who had always intimidated me. Then I felt it: a hand caressing my ass. My blood boiled, but fear kept my mouth shut. I’ve always had a tiny frame and never been able to build muscle the way most guys do. I was good at cardio sports, running, cycling, and swimming, but that didn’t help me here. Being sexually harassed and poor felt like the worst combination imaginable. I thought to myself that I probably wouldn’t mind the groping nearly as much if I were rich.
I squeezed through the crowd to get off at my stop and headed toward my apartment. That’s when I saw it: a big yellow piece of paper taped to the door. As I got closer, the bold letters came into focus. EVICTION NOTICE. Below it, a small sticky note from my landlord, Mr. C: Come see me.
I peeled both off and stepped inside. Ugh. I’d been dodging Mr. C for weeks. He was a hulking man, easily 6’5″ and 250 pounds. I took a quick shower, shaved everything smooth (a habit I’d kept since my cycling days), slipped into my tight cycling gear, and headed to his door.
I knocked.
“Come in,” came his rough voice from the other side.
I opened the door. “Hello, Mr. C?”
“Yeah, come in.”
He was standing a few feet away, wearing only a bathrobe. He looked even bigger up close, somehow. He turned and walked toward the living room. “Come on in.”
He sat down on the couch, legs spread wide.
“Hi, Mr. C,” I said, avoiding his eyes.
“Welcome. Do you know why I invited you here?”
“Well… I’m guessing because I’m being evicted.”
“Astute of you,” he replied. He grabbed his package and shifted it casually. Part of his robe fell open, revealing the thick head of his cock. If that was just part of it, the thing was a monster.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked.
I blinked, caught off guard. “Um… no. Not a lot of luck there.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Um, no. I’m straight,” I said, a little too defensively.
“Okay, okay.” He leaned back. “Let me tell you the truth, Alex. I asked you here because I think you’re cute. I watch you all the time. To be honest, I jack off thinking about you.”
“What?” I stared at him, shocked.
“You heard me. Now listen, I want to make a deal. Do you want to make a deal?”
“Maybe,” I answered quietly.
“Do you want to be homeless? Or go back to whatever shit town you came from?”
“No,” I said, defeated.
“The deal is simple. I want you to service my cock daily. In exchange, you don’t have to pay rent. What do you think?”
“I don’t know, Mr. C. I’ve never… I’m not gay.”
“Who said anything about being gay? Free rent. All I want are regular orgasms, and I want them from you.”
I could see the bulge growing under his robe.
“Come here,” he said. It wasn’t a request.
I wanted to run, but my feet carried me forward. My hands were shaking.
“Take your top off for me.”
I knew I didn’t have to. I knew I could leave. But something held me there. My fingers found the zipper of my cycling jersey and slowly pulled it down. I peeled the shirt off and stood in front of him, clutching the fabric.
He took it from me. “Relax,” he said, tossing it aside.
His hands slid up my sides to my chest. His thumbs brushed over my nipples. “Damn, Alex… you’re fucking sexy.”
I smiled despite myself. “Thank you, Mr. C.”
His hands drifted lower, over my abdomen, until they hooked into the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them down slowly. “Ohhh my… I love how smooth you are. Not a single hair.”
“Turn around.”
I did.
“Stop.” He squeezed my cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing my hole. “This is what I want. Oh my god, you’re so tight.” His finger gently touched me there. “You ever been fucked?”
“No, Mr. C.”
“Ever stuck anything up there?”
“No.”
“You mind if I have a taste?”
My cock was rock-hard. This huge, strong man was gripping my ass, wanting to bury his tongue inside me. I told myself I was straight, but the trance was back.
“Mr. C, I can’t do this.” I stepped away.
He grabbed my shorts and yanked me onto his lap. “Oh my god,” I gasped as fear surged through me. His thick arms wrapped around me. I could feel his erection pressing up through the robe.
“Now listen,” he said calmly. “I’m not gonna force you. But I will kick this gorgeous ass out of here so fast. All I want is for us both to cum, and you won’t have to worry about rent. We can even get it in writing if you want. It’s a win-win for you.”
His hand slid up my thigh as he spread my legs. He gently cupped my smooth balls.
I let out a soft moan.
His fingers traced them lightly. “Now, how about you get on those knees and get to work? It’s clear you want this.” He gripped my hard cock.
I nodded. “Okay… okay, I will.”
“Good boy.” He grinned widely.
I stood, bending slightly, exposing my hole again as I kicked off my shoes and slid my shorts all the way down.
“Ohhh, baby Alex… you are so sexy.”
He untied his robe and tossed the straps aside. His massive cock sprang free, eight inches, thick, with heavy balls hanging below.
My eyes widened.
He chuckled. “Big, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, voice trembling.
“It’s okay. I’ll be easy on you today. Why don’t you touch it?”
I reached out. My fingers explored the smooth, hard shaft, tracing the defined head. I stroked gently.
“Mmm, that’s it. First time touching a cock?”
“Yes, sir.”
My hands drifted lower, cupping and rubbing his balls.
“Ohhh yes, baby. You wanna taste Daddy’s cock?”
My cheeks burned. I looked away.
“Ohhh, yes you do, don’t you, honey? It’s okay. Be a good boy and taste Daddy’s cock.”
Being called a good boy sent a rush through me. Naughty, horny, and willing, I nodded.
I leaned in and ran my tongue over the tip. I looked up at him and smiled.
“Taste good, huh, baby?”
I nodded and wrapped my lips around the head, swirling my tongue. I could only take a few inches before gagging.
“Oh my god, you’re too big for my mouth, Mr. C.”
“You just need practice. Maybe a little help. Open wide.”
I did. He gripped the back of my head and pushed in deep. I gagged and choked as he fucked my face, spit running down my chin. My hands gripped his thighs.
“Fuck yes, you fucking slut,” he groaned.
He finally let go. I fell back, gasping.
“Come here.”
I stood. He pulled me onto his lap again. I straddled him. Our cocks rubbed together. I started grinding instinctively. We both moaned.
He pulled me in for a kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck; his hands gripped my waist. I ground harder, completely lost.
He laid me back on the couch. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Alex.” His hand caressed my face; his thumb rubbed my lips. I opened instinctively and sucked it in.
“Mmmm, that’s a good boy.”
He moved down and gripped my cock. “Wow… such a pretty little dick you have, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“What did you think of Daddy’s cock?”
“I loved it.” My cheeks flushed. “A lot,” I added with a shy smile.
“You’re so fucking cute, honey.”
He wrapped his hand around both our cocks and stroked. “Mmmm, that feels good, Daddy.”
“Mmmm. Have you ever had your ass eaten, baby?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat.”
He dropped to the floor, spread my cheeks, and leaned in. His tongue licked gently at first, then pushed inside.
“Ohhh my god!” My dick leaked pre-cum as he tongued me over and over. “Yes… yes… yes…”
He stood, grabbed a bottle of lube, and slicked his cock. “You ready for Daddy’s cock, honey?”
I nodded. “Yes… yes…”
“Let me lube up this tight pussy.” He pushed my legs back, squirted lube inside me, and worked a finger deep.
“Mmm, fuck… you’re so tight, honey. This is gonna be amazing.”
He added more lube, rubbed some over his cock, spread me open, and pressed the head against my hole.
“Oh my god, Daddy!” I moaned as the tip popped in. I gripped the couch. “Ohhh fuck…”
He pushed deeper. “Ohhh my god, your ass is so tight, Alex.”
His hands gripped my waist as he sank in inch by inch.
I squeezed my eyes shut with pain and pleasure twisting together.
Then he was all the way in. He held still. “That’s all of it, honey.”
He pulled back a few inches and thrust in again.
“Ahhhhh!”
A few more pumps and the pain melted into intense pleasure. He started fucking me with long, hard strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in. My dick leaked steadily onto my stomach.
His pace quickened. Grunts and moans filled the room. He pounded every bit of resistance out of me, filling me with pure submission.
I reached down and stroked myself as he fucked me faster and harder. “Ohhh, Daddy, yes!”
“Fuck, Allie, you feel so good.”
He pulled out, flipped me over. I lifted one leg onto the back of the couch, exposing my eager hole.
“Put it back in, please,” I begged.
“Fuck yes.”
He shoved in deep. “Oh my god, look at this ass jiggle, Allie.” He spanked me.
“Mmmm… yes,”
“You like it when Daddy spanks you?”
“Yes, Daddy, please spank me again.”
He gave me three more sharp smacks, rubbed the red cheek, gripped my waist, and pounded hard.
“Oh my god, yesss.”
He leaned forward, gripped my hair, and fucked my virgin ass relentlessly.
“Mmm… yes… yes…”
“Fuck yes, Alex, you’re so fucking sexy. Fuck, I’m gonna fill your pussy up, baby.”
“Oh my god, please… fill me up.”
He spanked me again. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”
He buried himself deep. His cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope inside me. “Ohhhh my god… yes… yes.”
“Daddy.” I moaned as I came hard, shooting across his couch.
He pulled out. “Get on your knees. Clean my cock up.”
I dropped down, wrapped my lips around him, and sucked him clean as his cum leaked from my ass.
He looked down at the mess I’d made on the leather. “Clean that up, too.”
Knowing what it meant, that he owned me now, I leaned over and licked my own cum off the couch. I looked up at him, showed it on my tongue, and swallowed.
I was his.
And I loved it.
