After Richard left the bar I went back to work. It wasn't easy. I was trembling with fear and resentment; my mind consumed with figuring out my options. It was clear to me that I'd been set up; the wine, the grass, and of course, the mirrors. The mirrors had to be two-way glass with cameras behind them. I remembered kneeling before a mirror, staring at myself with a mouthful of his cum. At that moment, I thought I'd had a revelation; I thought I'd saw my future; I thought I'd found my true self. But it was a false image. That was not the person I knew myself to be.
Closing time was fast approaching and I had no solutions. The fear I felt in the pit of my stomach was growing stronger. I knew I had to go see him – there was no other choice.
Maybe I can reason with him, I thought. Maybe he'd have second thoughts about the morality of what he was doing if I pleaded a strong argument with him. Maybe I could prove to him this was just plain wrong.
Closing time came and went. I watched Jenna, the young blonde I'd had my sights set on earlier, leave with another guy. I cleaned my station and was ready to go.
Another bartender asked if I wanted to go to a party. No, I said, I have a date.
I was out the door and in my car driving to where I knew I had to go. I really didn't have any other option. Richard's threat of showing the photos to my family and friends drained me of any free will I might have had left.
I wasn't sure what I'd do or say once I saw him. Argue with him? Reason with him? Fight him? I didn't know, but deep down I had a strong understanding of what was about to take place.
I arrived at his apartment with 15 minutes to spare. I thought about not going inside until the last minute, but the waiting would have driven me crazy. I locked the car, went inside, climbed the flight of stairs then knocked on his door. He had a big smile on his face when he opened the door.
"Sweetie, so good to see you, and you're early, as well. That's a sign of good character. Your mother did a fine job of raising you. I'll compliment her the next time we speak."
It was if I'd been hit with crushing blow to my belly. The mention of my mother drained the life from me. There was no way I could ever let her see those awful photographs.
Once inside I noticed he was wearing a robe and slippers. He guided me to the kitchen table.
"I want you to look at these", he said.
Neatly arranged on the table were dozens of photographs of me and Richard, or I should say, of me and Richard's penis. The hair stood straight on the back of my neck. The cold reality of the situation hit me hard. There wasn't going to be an argument; there wouldn't be a 'reasonable discussion'; I knew anything I had to say would fall on deaf ears. I clearly understood what I had to do.
I turned away from the table, my face beet red, my spirit dampened.
"Sweetie, don't worry about a thing. No one but you and I need ever see these pictures. Okay?"
I remained silent.
"Okay?" he repeated.
"Okay" I said.
Then he hit me hard again: "Later, we'll watch the videos we made last night. Won't that be fun?"
I was stunned. Videos? Oh, God.
"But first, it's been a long day without seeing you. Come here and give me a kiss."
I was lifeless. I walked to him like a zombie. He put his arms around me and kissed my lips. I didn't respond.
"Sweetie, we'll go over all the rules later, but for now, I want you to clearly understand that your only responsibility now is to obey me, you'll do whatever I tell you to do immediately and without hesitation, you'll be enthusiastic and you'll perform eagerly, and to the best of your abilities. If I find you lacking in any of these traits, you will be punished. And you will not enjoy the punishment. Oh, and never forget, I have the photos and videos from last night, and tomorrow I'll have the photos and videos we make tonight, and I would not feel any remorse showing everything to your mother, your family, your friends and your co-workers. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, yes sir."
He laughed. "You can call me Richard. Now let's try that kiss one more time."
There was nowhere to go. No other choice. If I didn't do my best my life would be destroyed.
We embraced and our lips met again. A long, lingering kiss. I ran my hands over his back. He owned me. It was my duty to keep him happy and satisfied.
"Sweetie" he smiled. "That was much better. Now take your clothes off."
I didn't hesitate. I stripped-off my clothes and stood naked before him.
"Very nice,..very, very nice." He said.
"I'm going to have you take a shower, but first, I've been thinking of your touch all day; take off my robe and caress me."
He was naked beneath the robe. His penis was semi-erect, and my open hand went to his balls then upwards over his penis then back to his balls. I ran my other hand over his breasts and nipples. All the while we kissed deeply and lovingly. His penis was soon hard.
"Sweetie, I can't wait any longer. Get on your knees and suck my cock."
The crudeness of his command didn't bother me. After all, I was resigned to my fate.
I dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor, wet my lips then took his penis into my mouth. I sucked his penis the way he'd taught me the night before. Soon, I felt my own penis rise in pleasure.
As long as I had to service him anyway, I thought, I may as well enjoy it, too.
"Sweetie, look at me" he ordered. His penis in my mouth, I looked into his eyes. "Rule #1, whenever you suck my cock, you are to swallow every drop of my cum. If you miss even one drop – you will receive a spanking. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good, boy -- keep sucking."
Soon, his hips involuntarily began pumping his penis deeper into my mouth. My hand increased the tempo on his shaft, and my lips and tongue worked furiously to make him cum.
At first he gave a deep groan then he grasped my head, pumped his penis in-and-out of my mouth then he started cumming; load-after-load of thick, creamy jizz. I ran my tongue over his penis slit lapping up his cum and swallowing every drop.
When he pulled his penis from my mouth he said: "Lick it clean."
I did as I was told; he was pleased. "Sweetie, you're going to make a wonderful little queer-boy!"
I cringed when I heard 'queer-boy'.
He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He fumbled with a strange looking device; a small rubber ball with a hose and nozzle attached. He filled the ball with soap and warm water.
"Sweetie, watch and learn. You'll be doing this yourself from now on."
He gave me the device and said, "Sweetie, stand with your bottom over the toilet, that's a good boy. Here, take this from me". I did. "Now insert the nozzle into your bottomhole as far as it will go."
It was uncomfortable. "Now, Sweetie, squeeze the rubber ball until all of the water has gone inside you. Do not spill any water. Clench your sphincter and hold it inside you."
I did as I was told. The warm water in my bottom wreaked havoc with my insides. I had an overwhelming desire to sit on the toilet and 'let go'.
Good God! This must be an enema, I thought.
He stopped me from sitting. "Wait, wait, give it a little more time."
My belly was churning in agony. If I wasn't allowed to sit soon I was afraid I'd go all over the floor.
"Okay, Sweetie, sit down now and let it all out of you."
As soon as my bottom hit the toilet seat I let go. A raging torrent of water, and whatever else, flowed out of my hole. What a relief!
"Sweetie, sit there until you're absolutely sure everything is out of you then wipe yourself clean and take a quick shower, okay".
