Balams Gaze Devotions Price

Prologue

**Crrrrrkshh, crrrrrkshh.** Her eyes flew open as she's startled awake. She turned her head left and right, searching for the noise. **Crrrrrkshh, crrrkshhh.** Terrorized, she took flight, flapping her wings furiously and fleeing whatever the sound was. She flew swiftly into the night sky, her anxiety waning as she put distance between herself and her nest.

She'd made her home there for about a month, feeding nearby and feeling safe. She had fled her previous dwelling after her mate disappeared before they could successfully pass on their bloodlines. She was depressed for a long time and finally decided to relocate.

Looking down, she saw a knocked-over trash can, the refuse spilled on the concrete sidewalk and asphalt of the street. Hunger replaced the fear, and she landed next to a torn bag of fast food. She pecked at a fry, the golden stick of salty goodness satisfying her hunger. A white bright light, a moment of pain as her flesh is pierced, then nothing.

Stevie watched in amazement. He was sweeping up the bird shit the pigeon had dropped by her nest. The animal spooked from the sound of the broom picking up after it. It didn't fly far, just to the opposite end of the driveway where one of the techs had tossed a bag of trash from their lunch. The streetlight's flickering lamp illuminated the trash. She flew down to eat. The stale potato took her mind off the recent scare. A white light bright in her mind, and nothing.

An owl snatched her up into the night sky, and the last moments of her life were satisfying. The sight sent a chill down the shop porter's spine. The thought of everything being over in a moment terrified him.

Chapter 1

Stevie was always small. He steered clear of physical activity as much as possible but was very slender. He also had soft features and wore his hair past his shoulders. He was often mistaken for a girl. Stevie liked reading, playing his RPGs, watching anime and movies. The doctor told his mother he'd be small for the rest of his life.

A week ago, he got into an argument with his mother. She was upset he stayed home all the time, locked in his room or on the couch watching TV. They argued, and she said he had to get a job or leave because a man should be making a way for himself in the world. Tempers flared, and he left home and hadn't returned.

Stevie started sleeping at the body shop he worked at. He had only been there a month, but the manager gave him the key so he could get there early and get the shop ready for the day. The manager, Elmer, was a brash, short, stocky man and mean as a snake. He constantly belittled Stevie for his size, who was shorter than Elmer, and when Stevie made a mistake, Elmer would comment on how stupid he was.

Stevie was sweeping the shop as the techs were working on repairing cars. He would watch as they hammered the metal panels, applied filler and disassembled vehicles. It was so cool how they were able to take a car that had been wrecked and bring it back to its former glory. As he swept he was glancing at a technician cutting a hole in the rear panel of the car he was working on. Stevie didn't notice the screwdriver on the floor and stepped on it. He tripped and the screwdriver flew into a car that had just come out of the spray booth. Elmer lost it. He told Stevie how stupid he was, how useless and a waste of breath he was. Stevie apologized profusely. He started crying and ran off to the restroom to clean up. He hated how he reacted when anyone played into him, especially Elmer. For some reason the dressing down aroused him and it upset him even more. His little nub throbbed and he willed it to stop

He was walked out thinking "Fuck this place and fuck Elmer. I don't need this. Also what the fuck is wrong with me, why did that excite me like that!" He continued to berate himself when he saw a white Lexus LS 500 park in front of the shop.

Chapter 2

It was Balam, the shop owner. Stevie had only seen him a handful of times and spoke with him less than that. Elmer hired him, and Balam was in his office and quickly welcomed him to the body shop. Balam was usually conducting business around town and rarely in his office.

That day, Balam got out of his Lexus and walked over, smiling at Stevie. Balam was a MAN. Although he was chubby, there were muscles covering his frame. He had black slicked-back hair and tan skin. The few times Stevie saw him, he was dressed to impress.

This time, Balam wore a loose cream-colored guayabera with black off-colored accents, khaki slacks, and huaraches. He waved at Stevie as he walked up to him, Stevie blinking the tears away from his eyes and quickly pretending to sneeze so he could wipe his eyes. "Stevie, how are you doing? Hope you're getting on okay!" Balam said with a huge grin. "Great! I'm great, hi sir." Stevie lied, he didn't have it in his heart to upset him. "Are you going to be around today?" Balam walked right up to Stevie and placed a large hand on his shoulder. Man, Balam is huge, Stevie thought as he craned his neck up at him. The weight of his hand made him feel small; he felt like Balam could lift him up if he squeezed and raised his arm. "I am. Stevie, thanks for keeping the shop afloat while I'm not around." Had Elmer said it, his words would have dripped with sarcasm. Coming from Balam, the words felt sincere. Stevie only lied and nodded. The thoughts of leaving and abandoning Balam made him stop thinking about leaving.

"Elmer is an idiot and Balam needs someone better helping him. I need to work hard and move up so I can help Balam run this place." Stevie thought to himself.

Chapter 3

Stevie would leave work and head to the park down the street, loitering there until about an hour after closing. Sometimes, the techs worked late, forcing him to bide his time under the trees until 9 or 10 o'clock. He'd wandered back around 7, only to find them still hard at it,, grinders buzzing hammers banging, so he returned to his spot in the park and settled beneath the old oak. Before long, his eyelids grew heavy. Might as well nap, he thought. It'd probably be a while, and with that, he drifted off.

Suddenly, Stevie was behind the wheel of Balam's car, parked in the shop. Elmer stood in front, guiding him into a stall. But when Stevie hit the brake, the car lurched forward instead, the engine roaring as if possessed. He glanced at Elmer, who grinned, a twisted, malicious grin, as the car veered into the wall. *BLINK*

Now he was in Balam's office. Elmer was there too, his voice ringing with falsehoods as he claimed Stevie had done it on purpose. That he was an idiot, plain and simple. Balam's eyes bored into Stevie's, filled with a rage that cut deeper than any words. Stevie felt the warmth of urine soaking through his pants, his shame puddling on Balam's pristine carpet. He dropped to his knees, babbling apologies, desperate to make things right. But it wasn't just the betrayal that hurt. It was the look in Balam's eyes--the look of lost trust, of crushed expectations. It was the look that said, *You were the last person I thought would let me down.*

Time slowed to a crawl. Elmer was still ranting, but his words were a distant hum. All Stevie could see was Balam, his gaze locked with Stevie's. The shame gnawed at him, and somewhere deep inside, a strange thrill coursed through his veins. *BLINK*

He apologized again, then crawled toward Balam, reaching out like a child seeking forgiveness. But Balam turned away, cold and distant. The rejection was a tidal wave, crushing Stevie's soul. The only man who had ever treated him decently had abandoned him because of a mistake--a mistake compounded by Elmer's lies. *BLINK*

Balam strode out of the office, leaving Stevie to face Elmer alone. Elmer wasted no time, grabbing Stevie by the hair and yanking him upright. "Balam's had it with your stupidity and fuckin screw-ups," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. Then, with a violent shove, he slammed Stevie into the desk. *BLINK*

Stevie lay flat on Balam's desk, bound and exposed, his wrists cuffed above him and legs dangling off the far edge. Elmer's sneer was barely visible as he casually flicked a box cutter through the air, its sharp edge gleaming menacingly. As Elmer circled the desk, his voice became a distorted murmur, drowned by the mounting dread that enveloped Stevie. Each step Elmer took seemed to echo with foreboding, heightening the tension that gripped the room.

Stevie felt his small cock start to throb. What the hell is wrong with me! Stevie thought as the terror and arousal enveloped him.

Elmer paused at Stevie's head, his shadow falling across Stevie's face. Stevie twisted his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Elmer's next move. With a deliberate motion, Elmer seized Stevie's shirt with one hand while clicking the box cutter open with the other. The blade flashed dangerously as Elmer drew it across the fabric, slicing Stevie's shirt wide open. The torn material fell away, leaving Stevie's bare, pale chest exposed under the harsh, unforgiving light.

His nipples perked up, hardening and tightening. Elmer's crotch pressed against his face as he did this, Stevie could feel it throb against his nose. He heard Elmer's pants unzipped and his huge uncut cock fell onto Stevie's mouth. Elmer slapped Stevie in the crotch making him gasp and open his mouth. Elmer took advantage of the situation and slid himself in, sliding over Stevie's tongue past the back of his throat.

Stevie panicked and fought violently against his binds. He fought for air and felt Elmer beginning to unbutton his pants. Stevie was throbbing and his cock was an inch at full mast. He felt something warm around his little nub, he gagged and gasped for air, the massive throbbing member flexing in his mouth and throat, the girth making his mouth strained.

Stevie felt the warmth of Elmer's mouth sucking on his little nub, something he only wanted a woman to do. He fought the urge to cum in vain. Elmer moved his tongue in circles, feverishly flickering his tongue around and up and down. Elmer's heavy gut pressed against Stevie's chest. Stevie felt faint, a black haze around the edges of his vision. The feeling of Elmer's mouth on his dick pissing him off and making him feel pleasure. It started to be too much and felt himself about to cum as Elmer slid his cock deeper down his throat. He felt a hot sensation in his neck and realized Elmer was pissing. The hot gold liquid spilling out the side of his mouth as he sputtered and fought against the restraints and heft. Stevie felt the most intense orgasm and he faded away, the darkness enclosing around his eyes.

Chapter 4

Stevie woke up with a start, he clasped at his neck and realized he had a wet dream. His cum smeared against his underwear and groin."Goddamn it," he muttered as he pushed himself upright. Glancing down, he saw that the moisture hadn't soaked through. The park around him was shrouded in darkness. His intrusive thouWhatghts began to cloud his mind. He slid his hand past the waistband of his pants, reaching in with a mixture of resignation and anticipation.

"What am I doing, getting turned on by that dream? I'm a straight man; I like women!" Stevie thought. "Wow, that's a lot..." He pulled his hand out and, with a mix of curiosity and disbelief, brought it to his lips to taste.The salty taste wasn't unpleasant; in fact, he found it somewhat okay. "This is awakening something I'm not sure I like..." Stevie thought.

Stevie started making his way back to the shop. The thoughts of the dream making his mind feel like it was tied in knots. He always identified as straight. Also the memory of disappointing Balam still hurt. He promised himself he wouldn't let it happen. He couldn't stand the thought of making Balam look at him the way he did in the dream.

When he arrived at the body shop, he unlocked the door. The lights were off, and everyone's cars were gone. He went to the closet, retrieved a duffle bag with his clothes, and pulled out a pair of underwear and basketball shorts. As he bent down to put on the shorts, he heard the AC kick on. A gentle, cool breeze brushed against him, causing an involuntary twitch. He was struck by a thought and smirked, abandoning the change. He removed his shirt and walked into the front office, glancing at Elmer's office with a frown as he passed by the door's nameplate.

The first floor included the front office, Elmer's office, restrooms, and a storage room for extra office supplies and small repair equipment. To the side of the storage room were the stairs. Upstairs were Balam's office, a rarely used conference room, and a locked closet that he had never seen opened.

He ascended the stairs to Balam's office, finding the door ajar. Inside, he traced his finger along the metal pins embedded in the desk's leather inlay. The desk was imposing, its surface divided between Balam's computer and desk organizer on one side and an expanse of clear space on the other. He came to a halt before Balam's chair--an opulent leather throne that seemed to command the room. Dropping to his knees, he laid his head against the chair, breathing in the rich scent of leather mixed with a hint of cologne.

"I won't let you down," he murmured, his fingers gently caressing the wood and leather. He pressed a soft kiss to the chair's seat. "I promise..." he vowed to any listening deity.

Chapter 5

Suddenly, the sound of the front door unlocking jolted him. His eyes darted nervously from side to side. He heard a woman's chuckle and then Balam's voice, smooth and confident: "Welcome to my temple." It struck Stevie as eerily appropriate, given his recent private devotion. He quickly slipped under the desk, crouching as small as he could. He bit his lip, heart pounding at the prospect of being discovered in such an undignified state. The stairs creaked under Balam and his guest's weight as they made their way upstairs. Left with no other choice, Stevie pressed himself into the shadows, praying to be unnoticed.

Balam walked over to his side of the desk and took a seat in his chair. Stevie, hidden beneath, felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his leg, but fear kept him rooted in place.

"What do you think?" Balam's voice broke the silence, directed at the woman now standing beside him.

"It's pretty interesting. So your men just work on cars all day?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Balam chuckled. "They do." The woman then moved to sit on Balam's lap, causing a sharp pang of jealousy to stab at Stevie's heart. "So you just watch?" she continued, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. Balam's hand slid up her thigh, lifting her skirt as the fabric inched higher. "I'll do my pounding in here"

Placing both hands on her legs, Balam opened her legs exposing her naked cunt to Stevie. Stevie could hear their sloppy kisses as he watched Balam slowly stroking her inner thighs. Her bald pussy open to his touch. Stevie ached to taste her. She let out a soft moan. "So this is your temple? I should pay tribute to my Lord," she said, sliding off Balam's lap. Stevie's heart stopped, pressing into the corner of the desk and his hand over his mouth praying not to make noise.

He knelt in in the shadows as she unfastened Balam's pants in earnest; she was breathing heavily as she nuzzled his crotch. "Lord Balam, I offer you my mind, body and everlasting soul to," she said as she caressed his thigh. "Let me show you my devotion and offer my physical vessel to you as tribute" she said nuzzling him.

Stevie crouched in the shadows as she knelt before Balam, her breathing heavy as she embraced his leg. "Lord Balam, I offer you my mind, body, and soul," she said, her hand gently caressing his thigh, nuzzling the bulge in his pants. "Allow me to demonstrate my devotion and present my physical vessel as tribute," she continued, her expression earnest.

Balam responded with a low, approving sound. Stevie's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and envy overwhelming him. Unable to suppress his reaction, he let out a gasp and quickly covered his mouth. It was too late; she had already turned, her eyes widening in surprise.

Balam, absorbed in the moment, didn't seem to notice the interruption. She gave a brief smirk before refocusing on him, her determination evident. Stevie felt a chill of realization; he knew his presence had been noticed. Yet, she remained silent, continuing her solemn offering without addressing the disruption.

She arched her back and positioned herself between Balam and Stevie. She sat on her legs, the position sliding her bottom under the desk, hiding it from Balam's view and exposing her pussy and ass to Stevie. She wiggled it in Stevie's face as Stevie stared at her fit legs, her calf muscles flexing as she moved. Her pussy was wet from Balam's teasing and the beginning of a drop started to form. Stevie's cock throbbed as he looked at her beautiful cunt and puckered ass hole. He shifted and saw the mystery woman had successfully opened Balam's pants. She worshiped his beautiful uncut cock with her tongue and hand. Balam's face was hidden by the desk but Stevie heard him moan in pleasure. Stevie thought he wondered what Balam tasted like and wished he was her. He was surprised by this thought. He found the woman gorgeous and lusted for her, but he wished to please Balam on a deeper level.

The mystery woman pulled away and looked back. With her unoccupied hand she grabbed Stevie by the hair and pulled home to her ass. Stevie immediately started rimming her. Sliding his tongue around her hole. She grabbed Balam's cock as Balam started to look down and shoved it down her throat. Her tongue licking and drooling down Balam's dick and sack. He leaned his head back grabbing her hair and helping her along. "Shall I give you a gift?" He asked her with lust. She coughed as his cock bumped the back of her throat making her pull away as a reaction. "Please Balam! Let me have your cum, I need your seed. Wherever you want to release it!" She yelled in ecstasy as Stevie licked her sloppy cunt, her juices coating his face.

Balam stood quickly, pulling her up by her hair and shoving her against the desk. She let out a hungry moan. Stevie could see his hard cock swaying as he prepared to enter her.

Balam grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide. He touched the top of his throbbing cock to her pussy sliding it up and down without entering. Stevie could die, wanting to reach out and be a part of Balam's pleasure. Balam touched his cock to her ass, "this is what I want Laura," he said, his cock soaked in her juices. Laura pushed back accepting the tip with ease. "It's yours Sir, do what you will." Her voice a husky whisper. Balam sliding deeper "As I will?" he thrusts into her, stretching her and surprising her. Laura let out a scream of pain, pleasure and lust. "Thank you thank you thank you fuck me master please TAKE IT!" Stevie's little nub throbbed, he rubbed his finger around it in a circle. "YES FUCK ME ugggghhh" she cried Stevie reaching up and rubbing her pussy from his hiding spot. This sent her over the edge. "MASTER BALAM I'M CUUU UUUH UUUHMIIIIING!" Laura said in ecstasy Stevie could heel her pussy contract around his finger. "Me too pet, I'm going to fill you uugh" he said as he thrusts in and put his sack, slapping Stevie's hand unknowingly. He shot his hot load into her sphincter, balls contracting as he released stream after stream. As he came at the end his dick slipped out and shot Stevie in the face. Stevie was startled by the feeling then stuck his tongue out to lick it off his lips. It was salty and he enjoyed the sensation of it moving down his throat. The thought of him absorbing a part of Balam drove him crazy.

Chapter 6

"Restroom's over here," he said, gesturing toward the door. "I'll be right with you," she replied. With a nonchalant wave, Balam exited.