The next couple of weeks were complicated. Randy got a job and started classes at the community college. Fortunately, the store he worked at was close to the one Clark worked at, which meant he would sometimes find himself returning from lunch with a belly full of cum after blowing Clark in his car. He started carrying gum on him just in case.
Still, their schedules didn't really overlap and it had been a while since they fucked. It made Randy feel antsy and he was coming on a bit strong. Make no mistake, he was still submissive and obedient, but he had no problem begging Clark for sex via text. When Clark did answer, he would make fun of Randy, calling him a slut and convince Randy to make embarrassing videos of himself. One recent one had Randy fucking himself with a dildo while repeating Clark's name, his face looking right at the camera. This, of course, just made Randy hornier and needier. They finally fucked at the end of two weeks, but it was bittersweet.
Cum oozed out of Randy's ass as he remained bent over Clark's car while Clark zipped up. The sexual satisfaction gave way to a feeling of sadness as Clark was leaving for two weeks on a trip with his family. Randy had grown used to a certain level of physical intimacy with Clark and he didn't know what he would do.
"You are one pathetic slut, man" Clark said with a laugh. "Can't believe how much you hounded me for this goodbye fuck."
Randy moaned in agony as the words stung.
"Get on Grindr. Get some dick to keep you filled until I come back. Grow a pair, already."
Randy was still scared of going that route. Still scared of getting exposed. He said as much.
"Gotta grow up sometime, man, shit" he said as he slapped Randy's ass.
He was slightly annoyed at Randy's neediness, but also impressed with how fucking sprung this dude was with his cock. He hadn't had time to get him passed around like Alan or Jeremy. Maybe that was the problem. Those bitches would drop everything to service him, but they weren't constantly nagging him.
A plan was forming in his head as he drove Randy home. It was a test for Randy, and he knew Randy would rise to the occasion. He pulled over a few blocks from Randy's house, whipped his dick out, and roughly shoved Randy's face down there. Randy knew it was coming. He had undid his seat belt as soon as the car stopped.
Clark waited until Randy stopped gagging and sputtering before beginning to talk.
"Listen. There's a guy at your job, his name is Eddie. He's a good dude, works in the warehouse. I don't know if you've met him already and I don't care. This week, you're going to strike up a conversation with him. Tell him you know me."
He started forcing Randy's head up and down his shaft, really relishing the abuse this bitch would take and still love it.
"Tell him you're like Alan. Whatever he tells you to do after that, you do. If I find out you didn't talk to him..."
He pulled Randy's head off his cock to drive the point home.
"This dick will never ever fuck your mouth or ass again."
He slammed Randy's head back down and roughly throatfucked him until he came. Randy had no choice but to swallow and came up coughing, choking, and crying from the onslaught. He was rock hard and knew he'd replay this moment in bed when he jerked off.
"You got all that, bitch?"
"Yes" Randy replied, wiping slobber and cum off his chin with his sleeve and unwrapping some gum in case his parents were still up.
"Good. I'll be back in two weeks. If you do what I say, I'll dick you down as soon as I touch down. If not, you and your dildos can fuck each other silly."
Randy nodded and got out of the car and began to walk home. He was unsure of what to do. This would really put himself out there. It was definitely a step up from when he was exposed to Jeremy and Jane. After all, he hadn't done anything with them or infront of him...they just knew he was Clark's bitch.
He sighed and kinda wished Clark would have just dragged him to Eddie's house and made him give himself up. It would have been a lot easier. Randy's dick plumped at the thought as he hurried home, eager to jerk off.
Fortunately, his parents were asleep. He was getting his own place soon and couldn't wait. No more trying to chit chat with mom and dad after giving head four blocks away. When he was on his own he could suck as much cock as he wanted and not worry. That thought made him pause and seriously consider his sexuality, but per usual he buried it and kept walking to his room.
Locking the door, he slipped out of his clothes and hopped into bed. He watched gay porn pretty regularly now and hit play on one of his favorite vids, stroking as Clark's load continued to drip down his leg. Per usual, he didn't need the video. He closed his eyes and focused on Clark. His ass and throat were still sore from his cock and it didn't take him long to cum and pass out.
Three work days passed and Randy still hadn't talked to Eddie. He was so nervous, but was gradually getting more horny. He knew he was pathetic. Clark texted him often, sending him dick pics to remind him of what he would be missing. So, Randy planned for the best way to do it.
On that third day, he walked back to the warehouse after volunteering to put back some overstock. He nonchalantly eyed the name tags he passed before he passed Eddie. He was a well-built Latino dude and was actually the manager of the warehouse. Eddie didn't pay him any mind. Why would he?
Randy showed up at the store on his day off, around time Eddie was clocking out for the day. He saw him walk out, thankfully alone, and got out of his car. Eddie saw him walking over and stopped.
"Hi....Eddie? My name is Randy. I work upfront."
Eddie was two years older than Randy and a jovial stoner type dude.
"Hey man. What can I do for you?"
"Well. We have a mutual friend, I think, Clark?"
"OH yeah, I know Clark" he responded with a laugh.
