"Sorry Sir, but we cannot employ you. Your lack of a school certificate is unacceptable."
Those words were still ringing in my ears. I must have heard them at least a dozen times, if not many more. In my godforsaken apartment, I rubbed my head. What will I do? Where will this end? I have no income. No financial security. I'm 22 and I don't have a job. Sucks to be me... I decided to take a walk on the outside pavements. It was hopeless. No one was hiring. Then I saw it- my last single hope. GSS, an exclusive IT company, was looking for cleaners. With a huge smile on my face, I ran inside. Full of hope. I met the young receptionist in front, a sweet Mrs. Jones.
"I want to apply for the cleaning job spot." I told her.
"Sorry Sir but.."
I wasn't going to take it.
"No. Please. This is my last hope. I don't have anywhere else to work. Every over place it the city has rejected me. Please."
I could see she felt sorry for me. Bingo.
"Okay Sir, uhm, I think we could make an arrangement. Let me just phone the manager."
Excitement took over me. I was lost in a long trance while she told the manager my life story and then nodded and put the phone down.
"You start tomorrow 9AM. Please note that the pay will not be a lot."
"No it's fine. Anything will do. Thank you very very much." And I walked out with a huge smile on my face.
9AM and I was there. A friendly girl named Sarah showed me around, gave me my mop and bucket and off I was. It wasn't exactly heaven, but better than starvation. Later on I discovered that the job was actually great. The people were great. Everything was cool. I actually looked forward to going to work every day. My manager, Mr. Edwards, was also a friendly guy. He has even given me a raise for 'my hard work'. But I must admit to myself, I am working unusually hard- maybe because I know I will be lost without it.
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A few months later I was still working there. On this one summer's day Mr. Edwards called me into his office for a 'serious talk'. Shocked and afraid I walked into the office.
"So Eric, are you still enjoying it here?"
"Yes Sir, absolutely."
"Fine. And you will have nowhere else to go?"
"No sir. No one would accept my applications because of my lack of a school certificate."
"Oh I see."
"Yes, uhm, is there any reason you called me in Sir?"
"Yes, I wanted to inform you that from now on you will be my personal sex slave."
I almost choked..on nothing.. "What?"
"Yes, or else I would fire you. Whenever I call, most likely through Mrs. Jones, you'll come into my office, strip naked and please me sexually."
"B..b...b.but.."
"No buts. I know you're straight. I don't care. You can go now. Oh yes, and if you name this to a single person you will be maimed for life..and fired."
Shocked, I just stood there. Thinking he made a joke. But his face told me he was dead serious. I ran out.
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The next day Mrs. Jones came to me.
"Mr. Edwards wants to see you in his office. Don't know why..."
I knew why. This is it. My moment of truth. I can't lose this job. He knows it. Feeling ashamed I walked into his office.
He sat with his chair facing the other side. I just heard his command. "Strip. And close the door."
Breathing heavily, I stripped of all of my clothes, including my socks and shoes. My cock was semi-hard. I don't want this, I told myself. I really didn't.
He swung his chair around to reveal his own naked body. He was not at all well built- nor was I. He stood up, with his medium-sized cock in his one hand, walking towards me, nodding.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Let's begin shall we."
My breathing became heavier.
"Yes, you will do whatever I say. No matter how weird or gay it may be. Understood?"
"Y...y..yes Sir."
"First, I want you to come. Masturbate yourself to climax. You must come in that bucket."
I looked at the tiny red bucket in the corner. Not knowing what to do, although I do masturbate regularly, I started stroking my cut cock, much to the pleasing of my boss. My breathing became heavier. My cock became thicker. Sweat broke out on my face. It was weird masturbating in front of a gay man. Especially the fact that he was watching with hungry eyes. The moment came and I grabbed that darn red bucket and unleashed my load into it- also letting out a moan. When I was finally done, Mr. Edwards picked up the bucket and examined its content.
"Now that you're done. It's my turn. Suck my cock young man."
He stared at me as I did at him.
"Get on your knees and suck my cock you little bitch."
I got down to my knees and hesitantly I took his cock in my hand. Then I put it in my mouth. I could hear his moan. Suddenly he took my head from behind thrusting himself deeper down my throat as his cock hardened. Oh my gosh, was this real? I couldn't believe it. Me, possibly the biggest homophobe being facefucked.