Adult Bookstore Exhibitionists
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When the economy gets shaken up, you could find yourself sifted to the bottom, as I find myself there now. I was in middle management, making a very decent salary, good sized office, girlfriend and a couple of roommates. Life was good, I was by no means rich, and I lived comfortably enough to not need to remember when payday was. How I’d love to be back in that mundane world.
I’m 5’7? and average build, decent physical shape. I remember the day vividly, everything I was wearing, greeting everyone as normal, with no knowledge of what was to happen mere hours from my 8:30am start. Great summer day for a windows drive for lunch. It was right after lunch when the email came to me to meet at the VPs office in 30 minutes. Huge lump in my throat and I began to sweat nervously. I know the economy has been down for a while & we initially let a few people seek opportunity elsewhere, but since it was a couple of years past that point I figured the rest of us were safe. I was wrong; I walked the long walk to her office and took my seat. I instantly knew what was going on when I saw the HR manager there too. All I could think was ?fuck fuck fuck?. I drowned out or spaced out most of what she was saying, something about the company tightening their belts consolidating departments blah blah blah. I came to when it was time for me to sign off the separation paper work, this was real. Of course having seen other people let go I knew my personal belongings were already packed and at the front door for when I was escorted out. Knowing what I know now I should have made a seen cursing and what not, but for some reason you try to leave with what used to known to me as dignity.
I left work early, grabbing a 1.75l bottle of vodka went home, showered, changed into comfortable house clothes. Then I started to drink, and drink I did. I went through all the stages, happy I was fired, worried about another job, sadness, anger, the whole bit. I blacked out. Waking up in the morning to a severe hangover I downed a Gatorade & Advil. I started to think back to the nights events and realized there was a chunk missing. Grabbing my phone hoping it would reveal nothing, I went through the texts. Holy fuck, I got into an argument with my girlfriend, I called her drunk, and now on day 2 I have no girlfriend either. I looked over my finances; I had enough for 4 months if I didn’t splurge. I was relieved. I decided to take the day off, it was Thursday after all. My roommates went to work (they worked in my office too) so I had the house to myself. I ate breakfast, watched some TV (which sucks during daytime btw) and lounged around. Fixed a good lunch thanks to Food Network channel. It’s the afternoon and I’m recovered, so what to do? Drink more. This time I found myself searching for porn and beating off a couple of times, to the normal blonde haired blue eyed little sluts. With still time before my roommates came home and not being able to drive, I took a stroll. It’s a nice day and I enjoyed it, had not done this since I was a kid during summer time, somehow that gave me a level of comfort. Once home my roommates were back and we hung out for a while, then they decided to take me out to the bar and get me hammered, having no job & no real immediate care I did.
The next couple of weeks were almost the same. I would wake up a little hung over, apply for several jobs in the morning and/or go to interviews or do phone interviews, after lunch I’d start drinking and looking at porn. The only difference is it became a bit stale. I found the traditional blondes sucking and fucking to not be enough, I needed more. I began searching ass to mouth, anal cream pies, and girls eating their cream pies or another eating one from their ?friend’s? ass then swapping it. The raunchier it got the quicker I came. Month one was over, I checked my money and realized that 4 months quickly shrunk to 3 because of the regular bar visits with the roommates.
Month two now and things had changed. I lowered my standards of jobs and doubled my efforts to apply. I still drank in the afternoon, but my porn quickly changed. I think it was the anger of being turned down for so many jobs. I was finding the disgusting porn to be a turn on, girls who sucked and fucked and then got pissed on while kneeling in a tub, and girls fucked in back alleys on their knees next to a dumpster while their John came on their face. I began to enjoy seeing a girl humiliated. Being walked in public with a see-through top no bra, skirts without panties. They would be lead through a shopping mall and fucked in a changing booth. I found myself sequestering to my room for all the hours after my roommates came home, I would make food and take everything I need into my master suite. I didn’t leave my room until the morning when they were gone. I slowly began to find fewer and fewer places to apply for, hearing the same lame excuses of, ?You’re over qualified? or ?We’re afraid to hire you, if the economy picks up you’ll be out the door, we want a long term employee??. Even McDonalds would not hire me! I began to get desperate applying to places I knew I’d hate working at but a job is a job and I was in need of one. I became a little angry at the work force world. I turned to porn yet again. Now I was finding BDSM / torture porn to be my favorite outlet. I enjoyed watching the women cry as they were caned, whipped, paddled. Hearing them scream out and beg for their torturer to stop and seeing them continue fueled me to new levels. Maybe I was meant to make porn?! The thought quickly eroded as there is a large amount of money needed to start up a company.
Month 3, Dooms-Month. I began by looking through Craigslist for local jobs; I’d take part time if anything. I know I’d go from making $50k a year to less, but I knew I could stretch a dollar, and sure this was only temporary as I ‘know’ the economy will pick up. That’s when I found it, a job that caught my eye; I got half hard upon seeing it. It was a clerk / personal assistant for an adult bookstore & movie producer. Thoughts of seeing porn on TV all day, naked women coming and going, seeing them get filmed, had my cock leaking. I had to beat off before calling or I’d be too excited. I called, the man on the other end did a quick interview and asked for me to come in tomorrow for an interview. I was completely stoked! That night I probably came 4 times. The next day I dressed in my best suit and headed out. When I got there I felt nervous, I mean the building is covered in ?Adult bookstore? and ?Private viewing booths available? ?Live nude shows?, but I was also excited. I walked in and found it to be nice and clean, DVDs & BluRays all organized by types, many of the types I’ve watched online and was familiar with, ha ha ha I guess I somewhat pre-trained myself and now think that may help in the interview. The man behind the counter was a little scary to me; he was well built, wearing a black mesh shirt, incredibly tight short leather shorts with doc martin boots.
?You the faggot for the interview?? Struck by the word faggot, I stumbled my words, ?I’m not a faggot Sir, I’m here for the interview though.? Why did I say Sir? Guess I was being polite. He only smiled and took me down the corridor of private booths. I could hear various porns being played, some straight some gay. To each their own I guess. At the end of the hall we turned the corner and into the boss’ office. The man knocked and the boss said to open the door. When open I saw it, it should’ve disgusted me but I couldn’t look away. There was a man standing in front of a man who was cuffed & roped, the kneeling man was sucking the other guy’s cock, it was a big one too. The man standing looked over at me, smiled at my gaping mouth and grabbed the other guy’s head and said don’t swallow. He came in the man’s mouth, ordered him to spit it out into his hand, and then unceremoniously wiped it all over the kneeling man’s face. Only when the boss crossed my view I saw him filming it. All the previous thoughts of young naked women running around laughing and licking each other for fun burned up in flames. He filmed dirty gay porn. The Top/Dom then pushed a trolled up to the kneeling man and pushed him onto the flat dusty surface. The boss handed the camera to the mesh shirt guy and said ?You can film the shower scene & clean up. Make sure he washes his asshole, I’m sure the cayenne pepper from earlier needs to come off.? And with that the Top pushed the sub back down the hall the mesh shirt man following. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, noting the name plate ?Master Sid?. This was crazy, my head in a whirl wind of thoughts. Is this real or a dream? He asked the basic questions, I answered them. My name is Josh & I live here, worked here, these are my skills, work history blah blah blah. That is when it turned interesting. The normal questions ended and the weird ones started. He asked if I were gay, the answer being no, I only answered ?I’m not sure?. My response echoing through my head, what the fuck? Was it subconscious after seeing the poor helpless slave cucking a cock? I’ve watched loads of women do a great deal of normal, disgusting, humiliating, degrading, painful (very painful) acts, the whole time was it because I wanted to do it to them or it done to me? I began to sweat very much. Seeing this Sid changed up his tactics.
?Here is the deal, faggot, the front desk / clerk job pays $7.25/hr. & the secretary pays the same, they are not done simultaneously, so you’d be working 16hr days 5 says a week, and MAYBE some overtime. Since you’re in the financial world you’d realize that’s $31k a year, or an almost half decrease in pay over your last job, or if you add in some (wish I knew what his version of ‘some’ was) modeling too, then I’ll combine secretary & clerk jobs making hours a lot less and your pay $50k a year. Before you decide here is the work contract.?
Sliding it over I read through it. Almost amazed at the verbiage that is going through my eyes. It was a blur, not being able to focus on the specifics. Terms like, degraded, humiliated, fucked, forced, exhibited, anal penetration, punishment, crying, no safe word, disgusting, demeaning, used, abused, multiple, pain, I knew what all these meant.
?It boils down to this boy,? he said, ?you will do what I say, when I say, how I say or there are consequences, and some may bring you a lot of pain. You will live on site 24/7, in the upstairs quarters next to the play room & dungeon. The length of the contract is 366 days; you will get paid $250/month during the contract, $50 for storage fee of your personal belongings taking up room in my warehouse & $200/month for food, spent on the foods I tell you to buy. On day 366 at midnight you will be handed $50k in cash and walk away as you please. You have five minutes to decide.? He leaves and I’m left with my jaw wide open. My mind racing. I went from absolute horror to contemplating if I could do it. I started to lean more towards doing it, I mean how hard could it be to suck a cock? Right. I’m sure it does not hurt THAT bad to get ass fucked, I’ve seen so many women do it with what looks to be ease. I’ve played football so what was little pain? Really thinking about it $50k and not having to pay bills for a year means a lot, I could invest that with my smarts and turn it into quite the sum. I guess my mind was made up.
The five minutes were up and Master (as he is to be referred to from now on) returned. He asked my answer. Barely speaking, ?Yes Sir, I’ll be your slave.? With that he handed me a pen. As I pick it up he stopped me. ?Anyone can just sign the contract, then try to back out of it later saying it was not them who signed it. Strip naked now fucker.? Confused I got undressed quickly. He got a camera on a tripod and set it up. The red light came on & I was a deer in headlights. ?Now, slave, you may begin reading.? Oh shit, I had to read this on camera, my face shown and everything! I read through it, not noticing my cock getting semi-stiff. Once at the end, I read a part I didn’t notice but I read it out loud for the first time. ?To seal this contract slave must now suck to completion his new Master.? I trembled at hearing myself say that out loud. Then he moved into view from behind the camera standing in front of me. ?Go on, you know what to do bitch.? I unzipped his pants, pulling them & his boxers down. This is my first cock I guess. Quickly I replayed all the times I watched a woman do this, I’ll mimic them. I began by grabbing the base of his cock, and kissing his head, licking the shaft and finally taking him into my mouth sucking and pulling out hearing the popping noise (I enjoyed hearing it when I watched a woman do it). He seemed to like what I was doing and that motivated me to be sluttier. I would let the drool come out and I started to gag myself a bit. Then he told me to put my hands behind my back and keep them there. He started to face fuck me! I was gagging and spitting up, choking too. He would hold his cock in my throat until my eyes were red then pull out with a pop noise. Why did my hands stay behind my back? I should be defending myself as a human, but I kept allowing the onslaught. I was snapped back into reality when I heard the eternal words, ?I’m about to cum.? I kept sucking and I felt his cock grow in size and new it was about to shoot. It pulsed in my mouth sending hot semen into my mouth, rope after rope of cum now in my mouth. He paused; I continued to use my tongue on his now sensitive cock. He pulled out, ?Where is my cum at slut?? I opened my mouth gladly showing him, he commanded me to swallow and I did slightly wretched face and all. ?Face the camera and what do we say?? I faced the camera; I bet my face was a mess, ?Thank you Sir.? With that he shut off the camera. ?You have two weeks to get your affairs in order, pack up your stuff and have it moved into the warehouse, if not this tape makes it to the internet. Also, I’ll need your iPhone, unlocked, there is to be no password on it at any time, also the tracking feature must be turned on, so I know where my investment slave is.? Shit it’s barely moments after signing the damn contract and blackmailed already?! This could be tougher than I thought.
I told my roommates and family I was going to China for a year to do investments and I’ll communicate via texts / emails. Hopefully they don’t try to go to China to visit. I packed all my stuff; the movers did a good job of putting it into the warehouse. Time to report for my first day of my new life. I was in jeans and a t-shirt w/sneakers on; he said to be dressed normal. He was standing at the front door as I drove up; he waived me to park in back. I walked around the building and greeted him at the door. ?Your car won’t be needed for a long long while, so it’s good to keep it out of the way of paying customers.? He showed me the movie shelves explaining how I had to dust them, do inventory etc. He showed me the dildos toys & bondage equipment for sale, same thing here too. Very normal mundane new-hire stuff. Looking at his watch he saw that it was only 9:30am, ?Come slut, I’m going to show you the booths.? He took me to the corridor, explaining the system.? Each one has a red light on the top of the door, if it’s on it’s in use, if not it’s free. Customers will come to you when you are the clerk and ask for a booth, its $5 to get one, how long they stay is up to them. You must check to make sure one is available. Inside the video machine triggers the light. $5 gets them 30min intervals. They are shut down for cleaning 9-11am every day. Here is George cleaning one now.? It was the same guy I met for my interview, same outfit too. As we walked down the hall I noticed the last two booths on the left were painted pink and the last on the right was painted orange. ?The two pink ones are for women only, and the orange, well you’ll get to know that one pretty well.? He chuckled. ?Each booth has a hole on either side, the person in the booth can suck or fuck the cocks, it’s none of my business and I’m not responsible, the two pink rooms’ holes are slightly larger to accommodate room for a boob or vagina. And the orange room, oh yes. Here take a look.? With that he took out a key, unlocked it and showed me. There was only a small light in there and there was a large square opening a small child could go through. ?This is booth 26, I punish slaves in here. The bucket in the corner is where they piss, the box is where the condoms are kept, the last bucket is where used condoms go, I’ll explain more when you use it, for now know it’s only cleaned once a month. Let’s go to my office.? I’ve seen it before; he showed me the layout and its private full bathroom. He explained he films some movies in here as well as other locations. I’m to help film and do clean up. He showed me the public restrooms each with a fair amount of stalls. Next was upstairs. Upstairs consisted of my sleeping quarters, a dungeon and a large open area. This area had a pool table, poker table, 7-8 couches and chairs, coffee tables, just one big party room. It had two fridges & a sink with counter space. ?I like to host parties from time to time, in here you’ll serve my guests, move on, time for the dungeon.? With that my imagination went from being naked sucking dicks serving drinks to what might lay ahead in this room. It was a good sized room, St. Andrews cross, stocks, padded horses, a cage, a wooden horse, the walls lined with gags, bondage gear, fetish gear, spanking implements, quite the showcase. ?Here is where I punish you or anyone I choose, or anyone who chooses to punish you, understand?? ?Yes Sir?. ?Good, onto your living area.?
?First thing is, there is no lock, privacy is no longer a word that pertains to you, do you understand??
?Yes Sir? He pushes open the door and we step in. I notice a small TV on a stand, two bean bags. ?Strip now fuck toy.? Not wanting to start off the first day bad, I do as I’m told. ?Kneel and spread your knees apart, hands behind you.? Again, without delay I obey. I’m cuffed and blind folded. I feel him messing with my cock and balls, and then I hear it, the sound that I would come to understand as the worst sound a man can ever ever hear. It was the click of the CB6000 chastity device. With the click came his words. ?You’ll not cum again or have an orgasm for the remainder of the contract, you will be milked twice a month to keep you healthy, and you’ll recycle your cum just like all cum. All cum will be either deposited, orally or anally. From there you’ll have instructions.? He moves to squat behind me, I’m in ultimate fear, and pissed off, what man does not have an orgasm for a whole year?! ?Open your mouth whore.? I do and feel him invading my mouth swirling his finder around. ?Get it covered with saliva or you’ll be sorry.? Now another fear comes into scope, I feel that same wet finger at my asshole. He rubs it in circles for a moment and then slowly pushes it in my ass; I start to instinctively sit up away from the intruder when his left arm comes around my throat keeping me down. I’m elated when he pulls it out, but it was short lived. He soon held me tight and put his dirty finger under my nose, demanding me to inhale deeply while he spoke. ?This shit is yours, and if I ever see it on one of my toys or my cock you’ll be licking it clean bitch, got it?!? Yes Sir! With that he went to wash his hands. Coming back he took off the blind fold and undid the cuffs. Blinking to bring back the light. He attaches ankle & wrist cuffs, the leather collar with 4 D ring attachments. ?You’ll always be naked in these quarters, there are cameras in each room that can pan & zoom at my will so don’t try anything.? The always naked rule made me acutely aware of the window that had no blinds or curtains. Not that any building was in front that could see me all the way naked, any people on the street looking at night could see me from the waste up. He showed me the very small kitchen and small bath room. I noticed it too had a window. Master pointed out the toilet with no seat and the shower/tub with no curtain, both faced the window. Taking me to the window I see a small patio and steps. He explains he sometimes lets friends up those steps at any time to watch all that goes on. We go to the bedroom, there is a small dresser, and a twin sized bed and a large cage. He explains that the bed is a privilege and the cage will be used more often. I’m begging to wish I did not sign that damn contract. He takes me back to the bathroom and shows me the enema kit that Is hanging up. ?Time to take care of that soon to be used ass.? He fills the bag, bends me over the tub, inserting the nozzle and filling up my bowels. It starts to cramp and hurt. He is going over house rules and future plans. When I don’t think I can take much more, I’m made to evacuate my bowels, this process repeated two more times. He is not satisfied and I’m told to get my work uniform on, and where to find it. It’s a pair of flip flops, little black running shorts that pop out slightly with my new cage on my cock, a skin tight white t-shirt. We go down to the book store. ?It’s roughly 2pm now, your shift ends at 10pm. When done meet me in my office faggot.? With that I start my day. My mind is racing already.
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