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Brian sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. Things had gone from bad to worse to terrible in just a few short months. Only a month ago he was happy, he had a good job that he loved and enjoyed. He had a girlfriend whom he adored. The first thing to go was the job; it wasn't Brian's fault, the economy was rough and the company couldn't keep its head above the water and he was made redundant. It'd hit Brian hard and the job market was not a friendly place at that time, and it still wasn't at this point.
After that, that's when the cracks in his relationship began to show. Amber was strong, dominant, and confident, all the things that Brian wasn't. When he lost his job and stopped contributing to her lifestyle, she quickly became nasty. She didn't work and Brian had provided for her the whole time they'd been together, paying for her shopping trips and appointments at nail salons. She had zero tolerance for his crying and sadness. It all blew up when Brian came home one day to find Amber fucking another man in their bed. Despite this, it wasn't even Brian who blew up, it was Amber. She ridiculed him for his lack of masculinity, his tiny cock and inability to fuck her properly, all in front of a complete stranger in bed with his girlfriend. She reduced Brian to tears, who left the room to cry in the living room. He had to wait another half hour for them to finish fucking, listening to noises he'd never heard her make, before she came out to talk to him.
"I'm so done with you. I'm leaving. We're finished Brian. I need a real man, not a fucking sissy like you." She said, irate. Brian could only apologise through his tears, he grovelled and begged her to stay but she just laughed at him. She packed her bags and left behind the clothes and possessions she didn't want for Brian to get rid of. Now, Brian was alone and broke. And worst of all, it was rent day two days ago...and Brian had next to no money to pay for it.
With perfect timing, there was a loud knocking at the door. Brian froze. He recognised that aggressive knock, it was undoubtedly his landlord, Tyler. That man intimidated Brian like nothing else. A second, louder round of knocks hit the door and he knew he didn't have a choice. Gingerly, he made his way to the door and opened it for his landlord.
Tyler stood imposing Infront of Brian, dwarfing him in height and weight. It wasn't just because Brian was so diminutive, Tyler was just a big man in all senses of the word. He stood at about 6'4" and he was broad too, with heavy wideset shoulders and a large overhanging stomach that bulged from underneath his slightly stained wifebeater. He was an older black man with deep ebony skin, his greying hair thinning out and his short grey stubble spotting his ugly face. He had a large bulbous nose and crooked teeth. He was well over twice Brian's age and twice Brian's size.
By all comparisons, Brian was barely even male. He'd always been extremely effeminate. He was barely even 5'6" and all of that height came from his slender and feminine long legs displayed by his fairly short shorts. He had soft feminine features on his face, pouty pink lips and beautiful blue eyes with shoulder length straight blonde hair. He'd humiliatingly been mistaken for a woman at a glance a few times. His body didn't help either. No matter what he tried he'd never been able to change it. Brian had wide womanly hips and a narrow waist. He was very thin and athletic, but he'd always had "bitch tits" (as the bullies at school would call them) that were about AA cup size, with large and feminine nipples. He hated them with a passion and always felt so humiliated by them. To top things off, Brian had a fat ass too. It was large, round, and juicy, with the perfect mix of definition and plumpness. Overall, a large number of women would die for a body like Brian's and Brian hated it.
"My rent for my apartment is overdue." Tyler stated, his large muscular arms crossed Infront of his barrel chest.
"I...uh...um." Brian stuttered and his cheeks flushed red. Tyler walked in, barely brushing past Brian who could smell the man's strong body odour. Tyler began walking around the small apartment like he owned the place, looking at various bits and picking up Brian's belongings.
"You got the money or not? I know you lost your job, so don't play with me, boy." He said, staring at him from the middle of the apartment.
"Uh, no...I don't...I'm sorry, Tyler, give me a few more days please, I'll get it." Brian murmured struggling to make eye contact.
"First, boy, show some respect, you call me sir or you call me Mr. Green. Secondly, look me in the eyes when you speak to me." He commanded, sounding like he entered the room with no patience to lose.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please, if you give me a couple of days, I will find your money, Mr. Green, I promise." Brian said, looking into his landlord's confrontational eyes.
"That's better, deference suits you. Two days, I'm back in two days you best have my money or you're out." He said, shaking his head. "Where's that hot little girlfriend of yours anyway? I miss staring at that piece of ass."
Brian's cheeks flushed hard again. "Oh...she broke up with me because I lost my job. I walked in on her cheating on me." Brian admitted ashamedly. Tyler couldn't stifle his slight chuckle.
"Damn, listen, little guy. That slut had been cheating on you for months, pretty much since you'd moved in. She was always bringing guys back while you were at work, ain't nothing new." Tyler said plainly as he went to leave. Brian began to cry now, a steady stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. "That's a real shame, she was fucking hot and getting to check her out every day was one of the reasons I even let you live here. Remember: two days or you're homeless, kid." And Tyler left, slamming the door behind him to leave Brian crying and alone. He couldn't believe this whole time Amber had been cuckolding him in their own bed. He sat down. He had two days. He'd find a way.
He didn't. It was two days of job searching, grovelling to relatives and friends for money, trying to take out a loan...nothing. Nothing at all. When Tyler hammered on the door again, he was in the exact same position as last time. Brian's heart raced as he went to the door. He was wearing short fabric shorts and a tank top that was tight against his male breasts, with his long blonde hair up in a ponytail. He opened the door to Tyler, who as always was wearing a stained wifebeater, basketball shorts, and an unimpressed look on his face. He didn't even speak this time, just walked in and sat himself down on the sofa, placing his bare feet on Brian's coffee table.
