My Greedy Landlord

From crisis to diagnosis, to coming to terms with my situation, to finally getting my meds sorted, to getting to a point in my life where I feel life is once again worth living, has taken a little under six months.

Looking back over my recent past, my bi-polar roller coaster of highs and lows were caused by a stress related mental breakdown. More prevalent in society today than ever before. I am now on somewhat of an even keel. I can smile once again.

Here's my story.

All in the space of three eventful days I received a life-changing job promotion - with salary boost. I also discovered my partner was cheating on me, and was about to ditch me, which he did.

Following this, and my subsequent breakdown, my job promotion and salary boost was rescinded. This resulted in my immediate dismissal. My erratic conduct and unacceptable behavior also resulted in the withdrawal of any kind of financial or emotional support. This, of course, gently tipped me over the edge and drove me towards a downward spiral of despair.

As the days passed slowly and I felt more and more sorry for myself and my very kind doctor attempted to assert some form mental equilibrium in the form of steadying medication. This he successfully managed.

A new turn of events presented itself to me in order to counter my by now, predictable routine. This was in the form of a visit from my landlord.

Up until this point the only communication between myself and the agency who brokered my living arrangements was a monthly email thanking me for the prompt payment of my rent.

Mr. Peter Cummings, the man who actually owned the property I called my home, presented himself on my doorstep two days following the second non-payment of my monthly rent.

I was at that particular point reverting to a modicum of normality when what I can only describe as an extremely surreal turn of events presented itself to me.

I don't know how Mr. C had so quickly and completely came to understand my current predicament. I was of the mind at that time that I was being taken advantage of. My benefactor agreed to write off the rent I owed, and pat my future rent, If I would perform certain duties for him, to which he knew I was used to. He wanted me to suck him off on a monthly basis.

The first time, I felt quite helpless and used as Mr. C unzipped himself and unceremoniously thrust his tiny erect cock towards my face. Thinking back, it was all quite automatic. I had him in my mouth for less than a minute before he spasmodically erupted and shot his load. I was a good boy and swallowed the lot. My landlord seemed pleased as he bade me farewell until next month.

After feeling sorry for myself a little, and wallowing in the depths of depravity and despair to which I had sunk, I suddenly acquired some self-esteem. I told myself I was a clever bloke and it only needed a bit of detective work to place myself in a position of power. I told myself I was not a prostitute.

A quite speedy Google search left me absolutely speechless. My discovery quite literally turned my life around and gave me the strength to give me back my self-worth.

Mr. Peter Cummings was quite a wealthy man. He was not only nine years younger than me -- but looked ten years older -- he was married with four daughters. His eldest daughter was eighteen and he and his wife married when they were both eighteen (sounds like she was pregnant when they tied the knot). He also had a fourteen-year-old daughter, and twin seven-year-olds. So, he must have poked her at least three times.

Taking in the carefully Photo-Shopped family photo on his web-page, it was quite obvious where the family got their looks. She was quite stunning. His looks could scare small children and frail people. It was also quite obvious that his wealth was the attraction that initially got him into his wife's knickers, even if a premature consummation had taken place, it was enough to knock her up, and set her up for life. Some people are single-minded and easily pleased.

It was also plain to deduce that his wife wasn't prepared to take his dick in her mouth, even for a short time. That was my job.

I spent the day fantasizing about all possible outcomes and likelihoods. Were there other tenants that satisfied other lusts that Mr. C had? With me, my landlord wanted me to take him in my mouth and perform fellatio on him resulting in ejaculation in quite a speedy manner. Were there, I wondered, any instances whereby, my landlord might take an erect penis into his own mouth and suck until he found relief?

The most difficult part of my tryst I found hard to comprehend was when all things logically considered, I was effectively being paid $1,000 a minute. My hourly rate was akin to $60,000.

For a short while I couldn't believe how much Mr. C was prepared to pay for what little he received in return. On his next visit I tried at first let him feel my own stiff cock, and even prod him with it. Alas, all to no avail. He wanted to be in control. I thought I had scared him off when I almost forced him to penetrate me by forcing myself against his stiff prick. This resulted in premature ejaculation, embarrassment, and a hasty getaway, and month long wait to see whether I'd blown it or not. Luckily, I hadn't.

I have now reached a place where I have realized my worth, and I am comfortable with whatever life has decided to bestow on me.

I have always believed that the market will always find its true value. Price will always even out at the level people are prepared to pay.

As I finally achieve the state of mind and mental health to sustain where I believe I need to be, I am reminded on a daily basis about not looking a gift horse in the mouth, and grasping every opportunity as it comes my way.

For now, I live rent free and and am adequately taken care of by the state. Long may it continue that way.