I had been GreedySteve's personal gay sex slave for just over a month now. It seemed like a lifetime ago since I had made the online agreement to have him fuck me for the first time. The day I fell, mashed the kyes on my laptop and accidentally agreed to what was, in effect, a three-month contract to be his sex slave. It had been a very intense month. Since he had added fucking me at work to our activities, I knew it was a matter of time before I got caught and fired. I really did not want to have to explain that as the reason I left my last job, so I seriously considered quitting. I really did not like the job and was not too big of a fan of working anyway. Work, not getting my ass pounded frequently, was the bad part of my life.
My job was secondary, anyway. My primary purpose in life right now was providing oral or anal sex on demand to one GreedySteve. And GreedySteve greedily demanded a lot. His lust and desire for me had come on like a hurricane and I was still reeling from it, trying to figure out my new world.
GreedySteve liked to fuck and since I was available 24/7, he got to spend a lot of time doing his favorite activity. I could usually count on taking it in the ass or mouth once or twice in a day and more on some. If he stayed over, I could count on it all night. For the first couple of weeks, he had let Jim use me, too. But apparently they had some sort of falling out and I had not seen (or been fucked by) Jim in a while. I didn't mind, I really had not liked him that much.
I was still trying to figure it all out. I had some very conflicted feelings about things. I had basically lost control of my life and my body to someone about whom I still knew absolutely nothing. I knew I should be finding a way out of my remaining five months.
But, I was happier than I had ever been in my short adult life. I really liked getting fucked by GreedySteve. He made me aware of my body like I never had been before. He was big, he was good looking and had a nice body. More importantly, he knew what he was doing and each time it hurt enough to remind me who was in charge. I could not wait to feel his hands on me and his cock seeking its pleasure in my body.
I loved getting fucked in the ass. Ever since GreedySteve's hard cock had first penetrated me, I knew this was something I had to have in my life. I loved the sensation of his dick stretching and filling me, that lovely lubricated friction as he thrust in and out of me. The feeling inside as he hit my pleasure point, the initial contact still made me jump.
That was just the just the physical aspect of it. I had never been too comfortable with my physical attractiveness. I seemed to be decent looking, but the results of my sex life previous to GreedySteve, said otherwise. I had constantly struck out while trying to get some in college and that took a toll on my self-esteem. GreedySteve had put an end to that. The desire and lust in his eyes each time he looked at me, the intensity with which he used me, and even the occasional softly whispered compliment after he came in me; proved my desirability.
I even enjoyed being his slave, how he owned my body and wanted to use it over and over. He desired me in a way I did not know was possible and I was becoming increasingly devoted to this man. Somehow, I felt that he enjoyed forcing me. And I enjoyed being forced. If I let him know how much I enjoyed it, it might ruin some of the mystique.
I was in a constant state of arousal and seemed to have a perpetual erection. Before I started this with GreedySteve, I used to jerk off at least twice a day, which barely kept me sane. That was with low levels of sexual stimulation. Now I was constantly stimulated and only being cumming when GreedySteve allowed it, which was three or four times a week, if I was lucky. I know he liked keeping me wound up because I was more responsive, but it was borderline torture. And I loved it.
I sat at the table, sipping my coffee and dreading going to work in an hour. I thought about just no-showing and quitting. But I still needed some money to pay the rent. Ideally, I'd get GreedySteve to make up the difference, but wasn't sure how to approach him about it.
I was tired. GreedySteve had come over and used me until 3 or 4 am. It had been another rough and amazing night, but he had not let me cum once, so I was extremely wound up, too. The combination of lack of sleep, a bulging aching erection that had no hope of coming down any time soon (hello to distance urination!), crankiness from not getting off recently, and a slight hangover from the schnapps I had before GreedySteve got there; and I was in no shape to deal with the public.
"Fuck it," I said. I picked up my phone and sent a quick "not feeling well, taking a sick day" text to my manager, hoping it would be enough to get me fired.
Instead he sent me back a text saying: "feel better. I'll put you on a double tomorrow to make up the hours."
"Yeah, right," I muttered, already planning to skip work tomorrow. It was now a game. I did not want to work, and he did not want to fire me.
I did send a quick text to GreedySteve, letting him know I was taking the day off in case he came in to see/fuck me at work. Then I slept, thinking of cocks in my ass and mouth.
I awoke in the afternoon with GreedySteve shaking my shoulder.
"Come on, Dave, let's talk," he said. He rarely used my name, it seemed a little magical to hear it.
I arose from bed, naked and erect (as always) and followed him into my kitchen. He motioned for me to sit across from him. My laptop was open to the Predator and Prey site. I had been locked out since my agreement had been extended, but one page was open. There was a lot of text and a place at the bottom for me to e-sign. I had to be very careful here, I had not had much luck on the site so far. There was a real possibility I could try to check the weather and wind up accidentally donating a kidney.
"You've been a good little piece of ass, so I am going to give you a choice," he said. "I'll let you out of the agreement right now. You'd be free. But, you would never see me again or be allowed back on Predator and Prey."
I froze for a second, was he really offering me a chance out? I had adjusted my thinking to the long term, and had to consider it. I might renegotiate the agreement, but I had grown used to the feeling of being owned. I certainly did not want to go from lots of getting fucked to zero. That was the biggest thing. I had no idea how to get sex like this outside of Predator & Prey and banned from that? I could, conceivably, hang out in a bar and get picked up and fucked, but given my social skills, not even that was a given.
And what were the odds I could get someone who fucked me like GreedySteve did?
This was my chance to get out, but was I ready? Would there be another chance? What would happen if the rules changed to make it permanent?
Getting out of the agreement would also mean going to work tomorrow. I'd rather take it in the ass all day than work a double at the café. Being a sex slave seemed about as good as any other option I had for the next six months of my life.
I really wished he would let me go and jack-off first so I could get some blood back to my brain.
"I think I'll finish the agreement," I heard myself say.
He pushed the laptop to me. On the screen was a page that had an agreement, everything he had just offered. I read it carefully, twice. It was all legitimate, or at least seemed so to me. But I was the guy who had accidentally signed his life away. I could opt out of the current agreement, but never be allowed back on the site. All I had to do was e-sign it. I thought about it for a moment more, then clicked the decline option and e-signed that instead. I would stay GreedySteve's fuck toy.
"I thought so. I decided to make some changes. I talked to your landlady, and your lease is now in my name. I'll take care of that. You're done at the café, too. Don't go back in. You can handle that."
He rose from the table. I was expecting to be fucked or at least have to suck his cock, but he gave me a pat on the cheek instead.
