The Contract - Part 2

Jimmy awoke and rubbed his ample tummy, covered with hair. Rubbing the hair on his gut felt strange, like he was in some new frame. It's not like you get fatter down there overnight, he thought absentmindedly. He had been having dreams of working in an office and they were strange. In the dream he had shown up for work in his suit as usual and they had all laughed at him and when he looked in the mirror he was naked. Then they told him to go fix the plumbing in the bathroom and he had begun to go into one of the bathroom stalls with only a wrench and his dick flopping around everywhere.

He must be getting horny. It was being in this house with such a good looking guy like Bill. Classy guy. When they started living together he had been so disgusted with the way Bill treated him, like he was just so...casual. Bill was easy going and Jimmy knew he could be uptight and being around Bill did drive him somewhat crazy but it was good for him to learn how to let go of control a little bit if it meant the job got done. 

He looked around and realized he was in the wrong room. That's right. Laverne and Bill had used his bedroom. Why hadn't they talked much about this? It seemed so odd he would just allow Bill to have his very own comfortable bedroom while he took the unfurnished and still being re-constructed half room but then he did have a soft spot for his new friend and wanted him to get some relief. It was good because then he could whack off even more to the idea of Bill naked in his bed. 

He realized with a shock he was having very sexual thoughts about Bill and had for some time. Even though it was like...Bill had changed. Maybe Bill had become a bit less rough around the edges from having lived with Jimmy. It was a nice thought, that he was having a good effect on the man.

He found that Bill had already left. It was 9 AM! He panicked. He was slightly hungover and completely late for work! How would he make this up to Mr. Langston was the real question. He quickly walked into his room and found the unfamiliar scent of cologne in the air. Also, the lingering traces of cigarette smoke. Laverne's odor, no doubt. His nose wrinkled. More at the idea of some middle aged pussy than the actual smell. He got a shirt and tie and pants and put them on, all of them a little bit more snug than usual. He felt his week old beard and thought he should trim around the edges to make it more neat but he was already late as it was.

He got into the pickup truck as usual. He couldn't imagine not having it. It was his baby. Sure, it broke down from time to time but it fit his personality so much. Many people must find it odd that a man of high finance would lower himself to drive such an old truck but many people just didn't understand country boys in high finance. He was Texas born and bred. He may not live there anymore but Texas left an imprint that yuppy bred men couldn't possibly understand. 

He checked his reflection and smiled at his masculine appearance. His forehead seemed a little bigger than normal but that must be the angle of the mirror! He drove into town and walked from the parking garage to the financial district. Walking amongst his peers, he felt slightly ill. There was something so off about today. Every time he saw his reflection in a mirrored glass door or metallic surface gleaming from the base of a raised platform he blinked as if he had to recognize himself and it took time. Pattern recognition seemed to be off. 

Whatever pattern recognition was. It must be a term he heard from the Boss. Wait, what boss? Mr. Langston? Mr. Langston was such a fuckin' pansy, he thought.

He got in the elevator and got to his floor and felt a sudden fear flood through him. Walking down the hallway it was like he was intimidated to go in. What was this feeling? He suddenly panicked and walked back to the elevator. For whatever reason he had to get some fresh air outside. He should have called in but that seemed wrong, too. Everything seemed wrong. 

He waited until finally calling Bill. He needed to tell him to set a timetable for all the things they needed to do with the house.

He got Bill on the phone but he seemed distracted. 

"Yes?"

"Bill I need to talk to you. I'm outside work and it's really bothering me that things have gotten so off track."

"Well I'm glad you're finally admitting it but I'm a bit busy right now."

"On what room?"

"What do you mean, what room? I'm busy. I have enormous amounts of information to go through, Jimmy. Look, where are you?"

"I'm outside work. Outside the MacIntyre Building."

"You're what? Why? Never mind, I'll be down as soon as I can but this is really unusual. Just hang tight for the next 20 minutes."

"What? No, don't come down here." But he had already been hung up on.

He surveyed the scene. All these hot fancy guys in suits. Man he felt out of place. I can't wait to get home and take this thing off, he thought.

And then he had the most frightening moment. His heart nearly stopped. Mr. Langston was right there in front of him berating some employee. He approached the two men. He had been spotted and would have to apologize for being late and for apparently just hanging out in front of the building waiting for his friend. He was already on thin ice, he didn't want to draw too much more attention to himself.

"Look, I don't give a shit what the excuses are, when I say jump you say how high SIR. I want you to give me results and I want GUARANTEES. I want you to be DEVOTED. I don't want to hear anything less than I WILL DO THIS not any "ifs" about it. Man up and get back upstairs and assist your senior Mr. Handley and maybe he'll straighten you out. And if he says you aren't doing your part for the team, if I hear you're slacking we will not have this conversation again. I'll can you. Do you hear me?"

"Yes.-y-yes sir. Yes, Mr. Langston. I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"Mr. Langston." Jimmy said, approaching the man after his subordinate disappeared.

"Yes? Do I know you?"

Suddenly Jimmy was hit with intense feelings of nausea. He wanted to apologize but he couldn't remember what for. 

"It's me."

"Sorry, pal. Don't remember you and I'm kind of in a hurry this morning. Behind and all." 

He left without saying anything more. Jimmy walked around in a daze. He wanted to go home. But he didn't feel at home here and he should. His work was like his second home.

Bill finally found him and he had been daydreaming and was feeling loopy. Looking up at Bill's concerned face he suddenly felt fear. Fear like he was pretending to be something he wasn't. 

"Why are you dressed in that?" Bill asked. Something sank deep inside Jimmy. 

"Well I didn't want to come to this place dressed in anything but-"

"But what, borrowed clothes? We've talked about the rules of the house before, haven't we?" Bill asked calmly, reasonably. 

"Yes but you see I was late for work and-then Mr. Langston came out."

"How do you know him?"

"I used to work for him."

"You never mentioned that! You must have done some work for him in his loft."

"His loft. I must have. He didn't recognize me and I don't know why." Jimmy said lamely.

"That's because he is an egocentric shit. Look, I'm taking care of a lot right now but I feel like treating myself for lunch. Why don't you and I have a discussion at 4. I'm getting off work early because I just feel a pressing need to. Meet me at Maple Tavern. It's one of the last restaurant bars you can enjoy a good cigar in.  Go home. Get out of those clothes, they just...I'm trying not to be irritated here but just go over the list, okay?"

"The list. Gotcha. Right. Okay. Sorry." He stuttered. Bill was already gone, striding purposefully towards the building he worked in. 

Bill was so confident and self assured. 

Jimmy did as he was told and got home and went over the list of things that would be necessary to do. A number of them were gardening projects to extend his time in the house even further, which was a good thing. 

He blinked. He should be in this house but this seemed wrong. Why should he need to extend his time here? He went back into Bill's bedroom and took off the suit. What was he thinking? He must have thought he wouldn't be able to talk to Bill unless he was dressed like everyone else downtown. Maybe he was feeling self conscious but a Texan boy like him shouldn't be self conscious. He put the suit back on. No, this felt more right. But wait, he could just wear it later. He didn't want to get it dirty at all.

He went into his room, the one half constructed with bare beams everywhere along the half roof. The room was an addition to separate one very large room into two and this would be the "man cave" of the house. It was an ingenious little construction project and would be a lot of fun for the owner to enjoy.

He sorted some of his things on tarps in various rooms and picked up a sander and started working on the floor. It took several hours. It went by quickly. He wore his goggles.

Realizing he had little time left, he didn't bother to shower. Who cared? He popped into the suit in Bill's bedroom again and took off in his pickup. 

When he got to the bar, Bill wasn't there. Probably finishing up all of the things he needed to do that day. Bill was a man of many ideas and he admired him more and more and it seemed petty to resent him for moving in with Bill...or...them living together. He ordered a drink and found himself lighting a cigar and talking to a guy who introduced himself as Steve. Steve was 25 and Jimmy quickly thought how much they would have in common since they were the same age. He told the man this and the man laughed. Guess he must be really packing on the pounds lately if the guy thought he was kidding. He tried not to let it bruise his ego.

"So what do you do?"

"Oh I'm in investment...stuff."

"Investment stuff?" the man laughed. "So which firm do you work for?"

"At the moment, well, I'm a private contractor."

"Oh okay. Get laid off in New York. Thought you'd come out here?"

"Texas, actually."

"Texas? You don't sound like you're from there. Did you grow up there? What firm did you work for out there?"

"It's complicated." More like blurry, he thought. Maybe he was still hungover from yesterday. Didn't even remember having that much to drink. "I don't think I want to talk about work much. Hey...you like football? You keeping up with the game here?" Jimmy smoked his cigar more and the two men started talking about their favorite teams.

Finally, Bill arrived and the man got up as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Jimmy felt very strange now and pawed at his goatee. He held his cigar nervously. Bill approached him as if it was his dad back in Texas catching him doing something wrong. The men shook hands.

"Still in that suit, Parsons?" Bill asked tensely. 

Bill motioned for Jimmy to follow him to the other end of the room and they did. They sat down and Bill ordered. He didn't let Jimmy order. 

"Now, look. We have a lot of things to go over if we're going to live together. Okay?" 

Jimmy nodded excitedly to say of course.

"We need to go over some ground rules. Being respectful of each others space. Private space especially. I won't go into your room and you won't go into mine. I think that's fair."

"Of course."

"I know we've become closer as friends but I don't think anyone should take advantage of anyone else because of this." Bill produced a pen from his very nice suit and scribbled something on a notepad. "Now I'm thinking that we should be more organized. I can give you tasks that need to be done within the next few weeks and you can prioritize them in the order you think would work best but I want updates."

"On accounts?"

"Very funny. We're not talking about my work though," Bill chuckled. 

They talked more and more about all the details of the new rules of the house and Jimmy consented to all of them. He really liked Bill. He felt real bad about making him feel uncomfortable before. He had a habit of being too judgmental, he realized. It wasn't something a man in his position should be feeling. He really ought to be a bit more...compromising. 

"I think we can have a situation that ameliorates things for the both of us if we both pitch in." Bill said.

"Ameliwhat?"

Bill sighed. "I mean, make better." 

"Oh. Well why didn't you just say so?" Jimmy asked, scratching at his beard. Jeez, this suit itched. Why had he even borrowed it in the first place? 

The two men finished their lunch and Bill told him he had to meet some very important people at a small gathering. They would conclude their business and progress a little each day.

Each day he would just have to be a little more diligent around the way Bill needed things to be done, Jimmy thought as he drove back to the house in his pickup truck. He got inside and immediately threw off the suit which was straining at the seams just to accommodate his frame. Stupid idea tryin' to impress the boss by wearin' one a his suits. Thought I must be pulling some kind of joke. Guess it was. Can't wait to get into my own flannel, he thought. 

He went back to sanding with his goggles as soon as he got his carpenter jeans on. He worked especially late that night so he could write a note for Bill to update him as per their new arrangement. He topped off the evening with some cool beers and porn and visited several sites where guys in suits were getting blow jobs and came buckets at the thought of one of the powerful suited men having Bill's face...

One day, Bill called Jimmy into his study. He bellowed for Bill. Bill was truly MAN of his house and he had been belting orders for the last few days. It had taken time for Jimmy to get used to it, but he felt he was okay with it. Bill had a way with carrying himself. He expected things to be done and he wasn't afraid of his own voice and how powerful it was. In addition, Bill's house had been pretty spotless ever since Jimmy started to become more cautious of where he left things. Bill was smoking a pipe and Jimmy's nose was tickled in delight.

"Come on in, Jim." Bob said forcefully. He laid some papers aside. "I was just going over some credit default swap data."

"Some what? Boss, I dunno what you're talkin' bout half the time."

"Good God, you smell. When was the last time you took a shower?"

"I take a shower when I need to," Jim said in his casual drawl. 

"Well, I just want you to know Laverne and I are going out to the country bar tonight.  One of my newest clients is pretty cowboy and I want to show him a good time, and I thought you could do with some company from back home."

"Sounds fun! Anythin' else I should know, boss?"

"Yes, I want you to start working right away on a doghouse."

"You gettin' a dog, boss?"

"No, I'm getting chickens, what do you think I'm going to do? Just fucking build one," Bill said casually before dismissing him so he could take part in an important conference call. 

Jim worked hard that day dropping everything so he could get stated on doghouse construction. At one point he got a text from Mack saying he and Stan wanted to hang out with him. Mack and Stan were Buck's friends, though. Who was Buck? Bill. Bill. They were Bill's friends. But why would Bill be friends with his friends? Jim had known them for years. They had just met Bill. 

He told them to meet them down at the country bar. After all, gay rednecks had to stick together. Heh. 

At the bar, Bill had his clients and some of them were interested in handiwork. Bill had told Jim that he could introduce him to some other people that could give him work later on down the line. After they drank a few rounds and Jim had bored some suits with talk about sanding, Mack and Stan motioned for him to follow them so they could play some pool.

A familiar looking guy walked into Jim. The guy had run into him before but for some reason Jim remembered cowering before this guy, who was obviously a lot smaller than him. Must have been his imagination running away with him.

"Watch where you're going, buddy." Jim told him. 

The cowboy opened his mouth to say something but took a look at Jim's big muscular arms and took a look at Mack and Stan and backed away mumbling his apology. 

There was no talk of the Witch House that night up until Laverne mentioned it. Bill told her and her friend Darlene there was nothing to be concerned about.

"Well it is hot that such a masculine guy like yourself lives up there out in the woods, just must get lonely is all," Darlene said. Bill smiled a dapper smile and said there was always room for more company. The two girls giggled. They seemed a lot younger than before, Jim could have sworn the two were more middle aged when they were obviously in their 20s.

That night, Bill took both girls home and loudly fucked them in an orgy. Jim had to stroke it many times in the bathroom as he just listened in. It was so hot to think of his masculine, in charge boss just demanding sex and getting it and he only wished he could be a part of it. He overheard Bill shouting out as he thrusted into one of them.

"Oh yeah. You like that? You like my big, rich banker cock? Huh? You like that? You like how much money I am making? How bout I buy you some emeralds to match your eyes sweetie? God you have a great pussy! FUCK YEAH! FUCK! YEAH! GOD I AM SO FUCKING HOT! SAY IT!"

"YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT, BILL! OH FUCK YOU HAVE SUCH A HUGE DICK! GOD DAMN! OH MY GOD OH OH OH OH IT FEELS SO GOOD YOU ARE SUCH A REAL MAN!"

"YEAH COME HERE SWEETIE. LET ME FONDLE YOU WHILE I FUCK HER! MMMM!"

He came at the thought of the sound of his boss's voice and the thought of his boss giving him sexual orders, making him lap up all his cum like a good boy.

After the girls left the next morning, Jim started work on the doghouse again. Hehouse at one point stopped and went into his boss's bedroom and started snooping around. What he couldn't take anymore was the lack of physical release. He found some uncleaned boxers, and sniffed them deep for several minutes, inhaling the manly odor of them, and then got a new pair from a dresser, nearly folded (somehow he knew right where they'd be!) and put them on. This was so wrong and forbidden. But he didn't care. The thought of his rich voiced boss telling him what to do was so inviting and he couldn't help but jack off. He came within a minute, big dribbling bits all over Bill's nice clean boxers.

"Oh man, I wish I knew how to please him." he said out loud. The house creaked slightly. He heard the wind rustle outside and through the window cracks and the house and something almost whisper in his ear before he realized he was dribbling cum all over Bill's nice floor. He got some tissues and cleaned up his cum. He sniffed the boxers one more time, both of them, deeply inhaling and then put them both in the hamper. 

The next day, Jim was able to invite Stan and Mack over for a get together.

They talked at great length about the house and all the good work Jim had been doing on it. Jim was definitely comfortable taking his shirt off. When wasn't he? He commented on being so comfortable and loved the feeling of his muscles in the sun. That is when Mack and Stan, Mack in glasses and Stan with a beard and necklace, told him they had submitted some of Jim's photos to a porno company.

"A what? Porn. Shit, man. I dunno."

"Think about how much money you can make, dude. Five grand a film at least. You would earn top dollar."

"You are such a good daddy. I love it when you take the time to top us."

"Are you saying you want to make a porno with me."

"Well I do," said Stan. "But they wanted you to do it as well. Then we can both make some serious dough."

Jim thought about it. He sure as hell wasn't making all that much money these days and he could sure use the extra money. 

"Uh..boss man?"

"Yes, come in Jim-Bob."

"Uh, boss. Sir. I was just wondering if I could have next Friday off."

"Why, do you want to go party somewhere?" William smiled knowingly.

"Well uh, it's more like a job opportunity. And like. You know. You know when like, business guys like you and stuff, they get business um...people they know. Contacts. They like, get contacts and then they like, get work. Well sir, I got a job possibly lined up and I'ze just wonderin'..."

"Yes yes, I'll give you the day off if you just stop talking with your incessant prattle."

"What's a prattle? Is that like a rattler? Like noise?"

"Very good, Jim-Bob," William said, his words dripping condescension. 

"Well um.Ya'll can do without me for one day, right? You're not mad?"

Jim-Bob waited expectantly, looking at his boss with puppy dog eyes.

"How could I be mad with the man that has given me so much?" William smiled a secretive smile.

At the porn shoot, later that week, Jim-Bob was a natural. He took to fucking in front of a camera with great ease. Though, to be fair, fucking was one of the few good things he was good for and the director said he was so taken with him that he was shocked Jim-Bob didn't do escorting on the side. 

"A boy as good looking as you ought to have a solid customer base. Now I don't want to tell you what to do, but I can only pay for two movies with you before I move on. I am moving my business to Austin. I need real American cowboys, ya know. So I'll hook you up with some nice businessmen who can afford a cowboy prostitute. You can make big money, Jim-Bob."

"Well thank ya kindly, sir." Jim-Bob said proudly. "I do have quite a nice body and ya'll want a piece of my meat, ya'll can just let me know." The director gave him a few hundred more to take him home that night and fuck him, though Jim-Bob didn't normally bottom, it felt so good he didn't think twice about it. He used to be afraid of sex, he thought. Wait, what? I was always bigger than the other kids, not small and cowering. I loved the hell out of sex from such an early age. Why wouldn't I? I look fucking gorgeous!

The next day, Jim-Bob got back to the house where William had left copious notes for him regarding various chores, as always. And as always, Jim-Bob did as he was told like a good boy.

He was in the attic cleaning up and generally preparing it for renovation while he was dreaming as always of his hot boss when something came over him. It made him sleep and when he woke up he saw his boss in a suit looking down at him. Everything was white and it was like he was in a dream and it was like his boss was on a throne.

"I think you need to please me finally, son. Get started with worshiping my dick you dumb redneck."

Jim-Bob did not have to be told twice. He quickly got to work. He worshiped his boss like he never had before. Simply taking pleasure in letting the man have complete control of him crashed into ecstasy as he embraced the man's superior dick in his mouth. His own little dick was nothing in comparison. He felt William's perfect muscled legs, and looked up in devotion as his boss, with his stubble and tie, the perfect picture of class. After slurping and slurping like the cumpig he was, with his boss cursing at him, he finally began to choke and gag but he didn't give up.

"That's right you stupid redneck cumpig. Eat my fucking cum. God you're so fucking stupid. Dumb handyman slutpig. You're just good for being my whore, aren't you, dummy? Yeah, that's right. Take it. Take the essence. Earn your destiny, pig. That's a good job, BOY. Take all my cum! Every drop! Get ready, slut!"

The explosion of cum was better than Jim-Bob could have dreamed. He gargled on it and savored every precious drop. 

"Let the games continue, huh boy?" Jim-Bob looked up lovingly at his master. When they were done, Willam told him to sit down so he could admire his own handywork. "Well I have to say, you certainly have aged well." William said, smacking his lips and getting his dick ready for another go. "Now get up, old man. I'm going to plow into you. And you better enjoy every ounce of pressure I put inside your hick body."

"Hell, son. You had me at "Now"".

"More! I want more! Do you hear me! More! MORE!" William cried out. "I want it all, I want it now! FUCK YEAH!" he plowed the older man's ass repeatedly, enjoying how good it really felt to be inside the man who had once employed him, a lifetime ago, another reality ago. He was cumming all inside Jim-Bob's ass, and his dick was a practical cum factory.

"Sheeeeit boy, you just don't know how to stop!"

"SHUT UP, OLD MAN. SHUT UP AND TAKE IT!"

It took hours to finish. But letting it all drain into Jim-Bob, his years as well as his cum, allowed William to look even better than ever.

"I have to take a picture of myself. God, I look fantastic! And my voice! It's so strong and clear! My intelligence. God, I can do so much in my head. I can predict outcomes of financial institutions. I can trade stocks in my own head, I can see all the numbers coalesce and merge. God, this feels amazing. I can't believe you once had all this and now it's mine."

"Boss, what the hell are ya'll talkin' about? Cause I do not have a clue."

"Shut up and get back to work. You're just my bitch." William took photos of himself and his new huge dick. "Say it."

"I'm just your bitch. Sheeit I didn't even know ya'll was gay."

"I'm not. I'm your master. Your alpha. I don't fuck men. I fuck FAGGOTS. And you are included in that category. Say "yes sir, I obey sir," " William said, in love with his new young visage.

"Yes sir, I obey sir." Jim-Bob replied. 

Over the next few days, many things occurred. Jim-Bob developed a new routine of cooking for his master as well as gardening and doing housework. He did all the housework now, including doing his master's laundry and attending to all his personal needs. He cleaned his sheets, ironed his shirts, shined his shoes, made him his meals (all carefully selected from a specially designed nutrition regimen that Jim-Bob had to learn the recipes for) and most importantly, served his master's sexual needs. Women were good for some things but Jim-Bob made extra sure that when his boss needed a cum bucket, his mouth was handy. 

William took to constantly criticizing Jim-Bob for the way he spoke, the way he smelled. He abused him every day verbally, and Jim-Bob just got hard from it. William was so unwavering. He didn't smile except when he was parading his superiority in front of his older, submissive dependent. 

"Here," he said one day, taking off his socks and threw them in Jim-Bob's face. Clean my feet with your tongue. And make it snappy!"

Jim-Bob licked the man's feet with glee.

William would walk throughout the house inspecting it. "You missed a spot over here. Lick it clean."

"Yes, sir." Jim-Bob said, and licked the tile on the kitchen floor until it was spotless.

"Slave, I have a present for you." William said one day. "It is a dog collar, Boy. I want you to wear it. It signifies that I truly own you."

Jim-Bob let William try it on him. "What would you like me for ya'll?"

"Let's go to the doghouse. I want you to do something for me."

The two men walked outside. The master in his fine clothes and Jim-Bob had to go naked. The doghouse was very large per William's specifications. 

"Now get inside," William told him. He got some dog food and put it in a bowl while Jim-Bob crouched in his new temporary home. "I bought this especially for you, doggie. Eat up."

As Jim-Bob ate his dog food, William began to jack off over just how much control he had over his once-powerful boss. He sprayed semen over the dog food and made Jim-Bob eat that as well, and he did so with gusto. 

"That's enough, food. Come here, doggie." Jim-Bob crawled out. "I want you to tell me how to check if someone's account has been allocated the correct amount of attention regarding advice on offshoring."

"I don't know what that means, sir."

"Doggie, I want you to tell me, how do you know you have a solid investment in subsidized raw materials?"

"Sir, I don't know. I'm confused. I just want ya'll to be happy with me, sir."

"I am happy, Doggie. So happy. Now get inside." William produced a leash to go with the collar. He led Jim-Bob inside."But I think it's more fun if you remember just enough to know who you were." William snapped his fingers and memories of being important and dressed in a suit came back to Jim-Bob. 

"My-my name isn't Jim-Bob."

"Oh, your name has changed a few times. Think about it, Doggie."

"I-I'm not a dog. I...I work for an inventive...a vest place."

William laughed at him. "Oh, no. Think more, stupid. Think harder."

"You...YOU were the older one! I...I was younger!"

"Very GOOD, dummy. Now try and think about where you are."

"The house. It did this. I can't think good anymore."

"I know that," William rolled his eyes. "I am now drowning in money and good looks and you are here for my beckoned call. Such a good pup. I'll let you remember that much. But mentally, you have an IQ just above retarded. So you'll be very happy making me happy. Won't you?"

Jim-Bob, once known as James, shook his head. He knew that their names had changed but he didn't care. He loved having sex with William and he loved how William took care of him. 

"Just one more time, though, for old times sake. Oh, but you probably wondered how I did this. Here, I'll boost your IQ long enough for you to understand." Suddenly Jim-Bob was more alert. "When I started doing work on this house, I couldn't stop fantasizing about what it would be like to own it. Hell, to own you. To have you do everything I wanted, my own personal servant. Of course such notions would have gotten me fired, especially as I wasn't your uh..type. But I have to say you make an excellent cocksucker. Really." Jim-Bob blushed at the compliment. 

"And now here I was, and the house I realized, was filled with power. It was meant for someone that knew how to take it, how to handle it and as it filled me more and more each day I received the magic messages hidden inside it. I was just the right personality. I was truly Alpha and I was utilizing the house to drain you of everything you had and slowly it became mine. Now I don't desire or want for anything, except for you to GIVE. Now. I'm going to use the house one last time to fulfill my dreams of being young and gorgeous. And you...well I have something special in mind. I've shaped you a few times, drained you at others. It's been a wonderful process watching you change, dummy. But then, no one said success was an easy process. Except me, that is." William smiled cruelly and said "Open up." 

Light exploded and he felt flooded and he felt his body getting hairy and he rolled over. He was outside, on the grass. He got up and felt his blubbery bearish body.

"Wonder where my Master went off to?" he grumbled. 

He walked back in the house. Master William was still transforming. His hair was becoming blond and his muscles were getting bigger and bigger. He was naked and judging by the looks of it, he had never been happier.

"This is amazing. GOD I FEEL SO YOUNG! AND STRONG! GOD I FEEL INCREDIBLE. GET OVER HERE, DOG. DOG IS YOUR NEW NAME. LEGALLY. YOU ARE DOG AND I AM WILLIAM LANGSTON. YOU ARE DOG HANDEY. WORSHIP ME! WORSHIP MY AMAZING BODY!"

Dog's IQ had jumped enough for him to be somewhat eloquent again. "Yes, Master. You are so beautiful, master. I adore you."

"What are you good for, Dog?" William pumped his magnificent frame and made his pecs dance, feeling the raw energy, the pure power of the house filling him with ALPHA godlike strength.

"Sir, I am good for serving you and being your cumwhore, sir."

"Do you know who I am, Dog?"

"Yes, Master. You are the vice president of an investment firm. You are very important, sir."

"Yes I am. I am one of the smartest, most beautiful men in the country. And I bought into a company when most men were barely able to flip burgers. Now get down on the floor and get ready to receive my cock, slave."

"Yes, Master. I love you, Master."

"Of course you do...it was part of my contract. I want a loving slave who will adore every move I made, like you do. And do you know what else is in that contract?" Dog couldn't answer as his mouth was full of cock. "That contract says you will be my servant for life. I will give you a wonderful life, of course. Better than a fat cumwhore pig like you deserves. But you will be faithful and maybe every once in a while I'll make you younger or more toned, maybe perhaps I'll drain off that supervisor you once had. Pearsons was his name, I believe. He could use about fifty pounds of fat and a big bald spot, I believe. Be a good Dog for a few years and you will have another fat pig here and then you will get to be a Master over him. And you'll look young and handsome and be smart again. And he will be your servant. Would that make you happy?"

"Mmm HMMM!" Dog grunted happily.

"Now how's that for a contract!" He came into Dog's mouth in a torrent.

The End

The Contract - Part 1

James Parsons hurried to get to his office after he finished his daily lunch. James was a light eater but he was trying to eat better per several nutrition books he had purchased over the years. He was fastidious about being on time and was one of the most punctual workers at the firm he was employed by. He was an up and comer and definitely scored points with every week, but only through his intense diligence. He enjoyed being clean, orderly, and well organized.

"Parsons! Into my office!" It was his boss, Mr. Langston.

James stepped in and sat down. His boss, an older and intimidating man with a constant scowl on his face, stripped his employee down verbally on a rather constant basis.

"You want to explain to me why you're late?"

"I'm usually early, sir."

"I don't pay you to be late, ever. Now I know you have improved over the last few months but honestly I am not impressed and you are replaceable."

"But sir, I-"

"But sir, nothing. Just do what I say. Make sure the Primo account is handled efficiently and make sure she's happy with our analysis because she hasn't been. I got a phonecall from her and I caught you daydreaming the same day."

"No, I wasn't. I mean. I was but ...I was thinking of ways to improve how we can do things. And I was thinking about the indexing for-"

"Just stop babbling. Ms. Primo is coming in next month,and by that time I expect her and every other client that walks through out doors to be wowed. I want them to say "wow" when they leave because we are experts and not some podunk little shithole. Are we a gas station?"

"No, sir."

"Are smiles good enough?"

"No, sir."

"What is good enough, Parsons?"

"Um, well, results, sir."

"RESULTS. Yes, results. Now get out there and get me results. You're meeting with Rick and Sebastian and they are going to lead the charge with the Nguyen account and you will back them up with data and try not to screw it up."

James' boss did not always appreciate the vast amounts of work he actually did. But he really did not do a good job of standing up for himself. Luckily he was still in line for promotion because other senior managers had taken notice of him before but it was just a matter of being seen outside his department and that took work.

But as hard as James worked, he was still fairly lonely. He didn't have a lot of time to pursue many interests outside of work. He often worked at home. He never really went out to clubs. He was gay and fairly quiet about it. No one at work knew and he liked to keep it that way so he could appear, well, more appealing as an employee to the senior managers, all of whom were highly influential, wealthy and very conservative. He did try to keep fit and while he didn't work out as much as he wanted to he managed to maintain his physique, and he liked to show off at home in front of the mirror, at the very least.

He was proud of his dick and flirted online quite a bit but due to his more cautious nature he did not often hook up. It had been over two years since his last fling. He jerked off nightly to porn on various websites, and fantasized about being in romantic relationships, falling in love and going on strolls in the park, the beach, hiking in the mountains with his imaginary partner, who nurtured all of his needs.

Eventually he bought a fixer upper of a home. It wasn't too bad but definitely required renovation. He got a good deal on it due to the fact that it had a ridiculous reputation for being unlivable. The previous owners had been involved in Wicca, which is very tame in comparison to the media's perception of it, mainly just a bunch of women making soap and smelling lavender and making made up incantations that did nothing. It was just silly make believe. However, this was a rather nice neighborhood and a crime had taken place. People talked about it for a while after. And although the previous owners didn't practice Satanism, there were some other strange things they did believe. They conducted night ceremonies in their spacious back yard and chanted and buried strange stick sculptures. Neighbors said it was unnerving and complained even thought hey weren't hurting anyone. But the real shit hit the fan on the day of the Homecoming dance. One teenage boy had stabbed another, apparently out of jealousy and according to witnesses had screamed something about the much bigger boy in question taking everything from him. It brought up issues of bullying in the school and the owners, whose teenage girl had been friends with both boys, decided to pack it up and leave.

James put an ad up on craigslist and no one seemed to have the references or background he was really hoping for. He called some over the phone and didn't seem really satisfied with their responses. That is until Buck answered. Buck Handley (a porn name if ever there was one) was a local handyman of 20 years and he came with a slew of good recommendations. James decided to meet with him for lunch. Right away he felt his dick slide out of his underwear and get hard. Luckily he was at a restaurant table and able to hide his erection. Buck was blue collar all the way. He was what James considered to be his polar opposite in many ways. James hated sports and Buck loved talking about them. James liked wine. Buck liked beer. Buck didn't mind a big pancake breakfast full of carbs. He had tattoos. He reeked of masculine bravado. He was confident in himself and even though they didn't have a lot in common, once they started talking about the house and what James was thinking of doing, Buck and he started to click.

Outside, Buck lit up a cigar and James momentarily flinched. He didn't want to be rude but Buck had just given him a much lower estimate than he expected. Buck was currently living in a motel and was wondering if for a reduced rate James could throw in a free place to stay for the time being that he was working as a contractor. He had made a verbal agreement and the two had shaken hands on it. But he didn't know the man smoked cigars...

Not that it was entirely something he couldn't deal with. He had been to cigar laden parties the senior partners threw and there had been some pretty nice business contacts he had made. But it was mainly just the sort of thing he normally would have considered a sacrifice in the name of getting ahead. He himself had never smoked anything and he didn't plan on starting. He wanted to tell Buck to put it out but he didn't. That would just be rude, and they were talking a considerable time before the two departed. Buck would come by the next day and check out the house.

The next day, James woke with a strange desire for pancakes and sausage. He tried to shun real meat in favor of soy meat but he was now craving bacon and eggs and made a stop that morning to Denny's rather than wolf down a quick bran cereal. He called Buck after work and told him he could pick the man up at his hotel because the house itself was rather hard to find. It was in a backwoods area and that was another reason James liked it. It was out of the way. The property had neighbors but there were distant enough away so that they were not really considered a suburb. There were big fields and some forest. It was perfect for the kind of man James was, and who knows, maybe this way he could bring men by in the future without having to worry about being seen. Before he had lived in a crowded apartment building and saved up his hard earned dollars. Now he was reaping the rewards.

At the motel Buck was smoking his trademark cigar, and James remembered that he had never actually commented that he disliked the smell at all. Buck got in the car and James repressed the need to ask him to put it out. He just wanted to get off on the right foot with this guy.

"Afternoon, boss." Buck said gruffly. Buck said everything rather gruffly. His voice was deep and there was nothing effeminate about him. James passingly wondered if he was gay, a bear maybe but even if he was it was better that James not even know. He didn't want to go down that road if this guy was going to be living with him. Besides which, Buck's pickup truck (of course he owned one of those) was in the repair shop and he would need a ride and James willingly volunteered.

James stopped for pizza, knowing that he would not have time for dinner later. He normally had such a healthy diet, and lived mainly off of the co-op, eating lots of salads, vegetable platters, and eating out of the vegan/vegetarian deli, but he had a guest and had to just start off with something that they could both enjoy and he liked the occasional pizza. Buck asked for extra meat on his side. James covered it even though Buck offered to pay half.

At the house, they ate and talked, and then talked shop. The faint trace of Buck's aromatic cigar clung to the man, a spicy woodsy smell that James was getting more accustomed to, but he liked it in sparing amounts rather than copious. Buck and he went over every room, and what needed what. This needed to be knocked out and this bathroom was in terrible shape. This definitely needed to be repainted.

"Are those words?" Buck asked, squinting at the strange big remnants that had been scrubbed off.

"Yeah. They are on the ceiling, too. They didn't even get scrubbed off."

"What the fuck language is that, Spanish?"

James frowned. "No, I think it's Latin and some of it I have no idea. The people who lived here before were witches."

"No shit."

"Yeah, but Wiccans are just crazy, they don't do anything like in the movies."

"So we can paint the ceiling. There's damage all over this room, though. Some of this part of the wall looks like it was burned."

"I didn't even see that." James said and walked over to bend down and examine it.

"Not too far deep." They walked throughout the house more. It was a really spacious house and James was very glad of the price. James wanted a new fireplace mantle, and new flooring for the living and dining rooms. As for the kitchen, that would require a lot of effort but it was a lot of space. They came up together with several ideas.

James drove Buck back to the motel so he could check out and bring his things. The man didn't have that much and James felt sorry for him. The man's house had been repossessed in the real estate crash. After an exhausting night, James showed Buck to his small guest room with a bed that was small but big enough and the two man shook hands goodnight.

The next morning was Saturday and James woke up with a strange feeling. Fleeing dreams he couldn't remember. Something about the witches of the house being real and this house being in their family for decades. The house had been built in 1915 so it was a real find, being in such good condition. James still couldn't believe how low the price was.

James made up some coffee and went back to his room and started jacking off, thinking of Buck the night before and being in such close proximity. He didn't even know what had come over him, but soon he had cum all over him! His penis seemed exhausted after just one splooge and he noticed it looked smaller. Was it always this small? Seemed odd. James got up when he heard music coming from the other side of the house. Country music. Of course. Buck had started early, which he liked, and was putting up some sheets and getting tools ready and other supplies.

"Hey, man. You sleep well?"

"Yeah. Had some strange dreams."

"Heh. Me too. Comes with sleeping someplace new I guess. 

 "Hey, do you think you could turn down the honkytonk? I have some work I need to get done today...so..."

"Yeah. Actually, I need to get my pickup truck today. Should be fixed by now."

"Uh...I can drive you down. I forgot about that. Say in about an hour?"

"Sounds good, boss." Buck smiled and wagged his eyebrows. James shrugged off sleep and an hour later they took off. One hour later they were in a shop surrounded by a junkyard with two big bearded men who were just as grizzled looking as Buck. Their names were Mack and Stan. They were burly and if they were gay, which James very much doubted they would definitely be classified as bears. They talked about cars and trucks and parts and James eyes glazed over. He wanted to leave but he didn't want to be rude.

"So you see the game last night, man?" Stan asked him.

"Huh? Oh no I don't really know anything about sports."

He thought about what it would be like to have sex with them and banished the thought away. He was mainly into lean men, younger guys and professionals.The three men got on real well and they offered Buck and James a beer each.

"Oh, no thanks. I can't. I'm driving."

"So am I but one beer won't kill ya, right?" Buck winked. "You should see this house of this guys, it's real fuckin' huge. Real nice. Lots of work there."

"How long you gonna be working on this project?"

"Probably a couple of months, depending on how much the boss here needs to have me do. But it's a pretty nice piece of house. Wouldn't mind living there for a few years myself." The three men laughed.

James frowned. 

Buck had to go to the Home Depot and start getting supplies. James gave him a card he had purchased for the store specifically and the two went their separate ways. James came back home and tried to go through economic forecasts but his heart just wasn't into it. He wandered about the house and walked past Buck's room. Buck shouldn't be home for quite some time yet. He had called and said he needed to pick up some donuts and asked James if he wanted any. He had politely refused. Did Buck honestly think he looked the way he did by eating donuts?? He opened the door and stepped into the older man's room. There was a musky smell of cologne. Already the room smelled more manly than any of James'. He wondered what cologne the man used. It was so intoxicating in here. He looked at some of the man's belongings. Trucker boots. Jeans. Lots of them. No dress clothes. Garth Brooks Greatest Hits on CD.

I shouldn't be in here, he thought. I shouldn't! It's wrong! What if he caught me? But then, I have to make sure this guy doesn't have anything screwy. It's just because...oh god. A pair of underwear, filled with cum stains. And a jock strap. Before he knew what he was doing, James lifted the boxer shorts slowly up in the air and then inhaled deeply and his dick, which felt too small for some strange reason, got immediately hard. He took the jock strap and felt the luxurious fabric of it, and there was a bunch of dried cum in there. He couldn't stop himself. He put in the jock strap and started stroking himself while sniffing the boxer shorts and he was so fucking hard he could only think of what it would be like if he were bigger and more masculine and more confident. He pictured himself with facial hair. He was and always had been jealous of any man that could grow facial hair as he never could.

He came inside the jock strap and it was one of the best orgasms he ever had. He pivoted until he was literally shooting cum all over the floor. He rushed to get paper towels and wiped down the cum with cleaning spray and then he heard Buck's truck hitting the gravel of the driveway. Shit! He was still wearing the jock strap! He took paper towels and got as much of his cum out as he could and then put it and the boxer shorts back in as close to the same position as he found them, closed the door, and then ran back to his room.

The next day, Buck left things all over the house. Tools everywhere had to be expected but something told James that Buck's style was different from his own. He had a very easy going nature and James liked to be neat, everything in its place.

Except for someone else's underwear, he reminded himself guiltily.

Buck invited him to go to a country western bar in town so he could introduce James to his friends. James declined at first but then after a while he relented. Buck was very relentless and charming in his own way. "Come on, boss. Let me introduce you to people. Get some fresh air. You said yourself you never get out because you always work and you're not from this area. Do you have any friends here?"

"Not really, not any that are in this area. I haven't had time."

"It'll be fun, I promise."

Getting there James immediately knew it wasn't his kind of thing, but he clamped his mouth shut. He let Buck get excited and he introduced him to several busty middle aged divorcees and everyone knew he stood out, as he was the only one in a dress shirt.

"We need to get some studs on your shirt," many joked. All the guys were mainly tall, gorgeous, strong, and wore cowboy hats. James felt so out of place but mainly listened to other people's conversations. Suddenly one woman perked up when they mentioned the house.

"You bought the Witch House?"

"It's not like there's anything wrong with it." James laughed.

"Well all I'll say is you're brave, cause you couldn't pay me to live there."

"Oh now, it's not like that. Nothin' wrong with that house." Buck chimed in and put a big meaty hand on James' shoulder. "This guy here is strong enough for any witch magic. Ain't that right, boss?"

"Yes, I think we'll be okay. Just out of curiosity, how many people know about this?"

"Just the ones that know better than to go where a house belonged to witches for a hundred years. Course, it originally belonged to witches and then had different owners. The new witches had nothing to do with the OLD witches. Back round the turn of the century where was a MUCH different story what went down there."

"What do you mean?"

"Lots of rumors, mainly," said the woman, named Darlene. "People disappeared. Sometimes people disappeared and their families would say they never existed. Some would remember and some wouldn't. Like most of the town would get amnesia. Strange things happen in that house."

"Didn't you used to make out near there, up on the mountain road?" another woman said, and everyone laughed, including Darlene.

"Yes, and so that's how I know."

"You don't know anything, stop scaring the guy."

"I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." James said. But when he turned around he walked no more than a few feet. The room was crowded and he tried to make his way through but walked straight into another, much much taller cowboy.

"Hey, watch where you're going, DIPSHIT!"

"Oh ohohoh-I I am so sorry."

"Yeah you should be, dumbass. Say you're SORRY. NOW."

James immediately wilted. "I'm sorry, man, look I don't want any trouble, okay?"

"Why, are you in trouble?"

"I-I don't understand."

"I said are you in trouble?"

"I...hope not?"

The big cowboy laughed. "Look at you, now look at me, you honestly think you have a shot with any woman here? Jesus, you're bout as cowboy as Richard Simmons." The man shoved James hard and walked past him while James nearly swerved into someone else until he caught his balance, all while making an ass out of himself. He hurried back to the table to get his jacket.

"I'm gonna leave early."

"Why didn't you stand up to that jackass?" Buck asked.

"Because he's enormous and I'm me."

"Well he still doesn't have the right to talk to you like that. Go over there and tell him you don't need to be talked to that way."

"Yeah, that's great for you but I don't feel like getting beat up. I think my boss might frown on me getting a black eye."

Buck shook his head as James left, utterly humiliated.

The week flew by after that. Buck apologized for the way James left, feeling responsible he didn't have a good time. James said it wasn't his fault. The two fell into a pattern. Buck started to eat out of the fridge quite a bit, eating things James had made to save for leftovers. It grated him but he had promised him fridge privileges as long as he contributed to buying food for the house. Which Buck did, but it was usually meat dishes. Which for some odd reason, James was craving lately. He was eating chicken and beef like crazy when it was normally a once in a while kind of thing for him. Buck continued to leave his things all over the house and when James tried to comment on it, Buck would just somehow talk his way out of things, and he had become an expert at getting James to see that it was nothing to be worried about, only later James would chastise himself for not standing up more for what he wanted.

Buck had started to take naps here and there and when James caught him upon getting home to see the larger man laying about, he always had an excuse for it. He always had an answer. James started to go to the gym every night in an effort of making a balance for his newfound diet.

The next weekend, Jimmy woke up and realized he had never gotten out of his dress shirt from the previous day. That was unlike him, usually he was so meticulous as to not crease his clothes in his sleep.

He rubbed his belly and noticed that he should probably go to the gym sometime this month and get his money's worth but he was so lazy this week it probably wouldn't even matter.

"Hey Jimmy!" Buck called. "You wanna watch the game with me today? It's the big one!"

"Yeah, let me just get some breakfast first." Jimmy answered. It felt somehow strange to hear his name this morning. But then he had been called Jimmy every since he could remember. He made a big plate of Spam all fried up with eggs and ketchup and wolfed it down. Shouldn't he try something healthier? Nah, forget about that. The game was on!

The next few hours were bachelor bliss. Jimmy drank a whole six bottles of beer on his own, and ate potato chips and other snacks and just watched two football teams demolish each other for his amusement.

Jimmy enjoyed lounging with Buck. If two people live together, they should spend at least some quality time together. He frowned. Didn't he used to have an office nameplate with "James" on it? The memory dwindled. He had been Jimmy for days now. No, not days. All his life? What is wrong with me?" he thought, and belched one of the loudest burps ever. They clinked beer bottles together. 

"Nice one, man!" Buck exclaimed.

"Thanks, I'm proud of that one."

When had he started to like sports? Was it last Tuesday? He had just told someone on Tuesday he didn't watch sports but then it was like he never said that and he remembered going out for sports in school quite a lot, even if he didn't always make the teams. He loved watching all the guys get all sweaty in their uniforms and he admired them for their ability to have both agility and endurance.

Another week went by and Jimmy asked Buck one day when he started smoking cigars. Buck often smoked outside but the smell lingered on the bigger man. It followed him and whereas at first it was off-putting, now it made Jimmy's mouth water for some reason, picturing the smell up close especially.

"Tried my first cigar when I was 14."

"Really? That young?

"Yeah but that was from my old man when our football team won. It was also a late birthday present. After that I got one on my birthday every year. He still sends me them."

"Oh, that sounds cool." Jimmy stared at Buck as his face changed to one of a mischievous smile.

"Why don't you try one, man? I'll teach you how if you want?"

"Me? I can't believe I'm saying this but...yeah I kind of do."

He didn't know what he was saying. He had hated cigars all his life and now he was more excited over trying it than almost anything he could ever remember doing.

Buck taught him a lot about lighting, cutting, storing, and how to smoke and before long, Jimmy was smoking like he had done it all his life.

"Wow. I've really been missing out. Holy shit."

"Yeah, man. I gotta tell you, you take to it like a natural."

Jimmy puffed and held the cigar in his mouth and it felt...so right. So much more then he could ever have dreamed.

"No reason why a grown man shouldn't be able to. Fuck, this is nice. You know what, smoke where you want, man."

"So you don't mind if I smoke in the house?"

"Long as you aren't painting at the same time. Geez, I've never had anything like this before."

The next morning, Jimmy woke and wondered where Bill was. Bill had been renovating the house for months and there was so much unfinished.

"Bill! Bill, where are you?!"

"I'm in here, boss."

"Bill, what have you done this week? Can we go over it? Because for the life of me I can't remember."

"Look, things have been very hectic so why don't we both just calm down. Let's go downtown. We'll take your car. I am gonna get you some pussy today, man."

"Oh uh. Look. I don't want to freak you out but there's no use pretending. I'm actually gay."

"Oh, really. Well that is interesting. I thought you might be but hey man, to each his own."

"Yeah, so...look, I am not trying to be a jerk but what did you do this week? I remember hanging out with you a lot and...geez this place is a mess." Jimmy noticed all of a sudden that Buck's stuff was everywhere and he hadn't cleaned up the kitchen in what looked like a week. Dishes filled the sink. Pizza boxes lay stacked on the counters. He walked into other rooms and saw a lot of clothing everywhere. Paint cans not covered. Tools just everywhere in random places. Paint chips and flakes all over the carpet and couch when there should be something covering them.

"Look at all this, Bill."

"Yeah, man I know. But you know what, everyone works in their own way. Now look, I'm gonna be bringing a woman home tonight so I'd like a little privacy. Is that okay?"

"Sure. I mean...look, Bill."

"Don't worry, everything is alright. I'm not mad at you at all."

"Oh, good. I'm glad." Jimmy felt relieved.

"Look, man. Why don't you let me do my thing and you do yours and then tonight we'll go to a bar and have a drink, mano a mano. Then I'll come home with my woman like planned."

"Sure thing. Sounds fun."

The day raced by. Jimmy tried to get all of the economics into his head but he was so frustrated. He should be feeling angrier not complacent. He should be telling Bill that he was angry. Wait, was his name always Bill? Wasn't it Buck or Chuck or something? Wait, no...a few days ago he remembered calling for a Buck. Who was Buck? He sat in confusion for some time before going online and jerking it to porn for a few hours.

Night rolled round and he hadn't gotten anything done. He drove Bill to the saloon that he had raved about and it was dusty and dim inside the smoky room. They sat and drank a beer and then Bill introduced him to Laverne, who was his new friend. They all drove home together and Jimmy didn't even remember that much of it. He was the designated driver so he didn't have much beer but he still felt like something was just wiping his memory of the day away and a lot of this week for that matter. The last few weeks! What was happening?

They got inside and Bill started showing Laverne around and telling her about all the renovation he was doing.

"Oh my gosh, this place is awesome. Your house is so beautiful!"

"Thank you," Bill said proudly.

Wait, was Bill masquerading as the house owner? Bill winked at Jimmy so Jimmy just went along with it. This whole thing was surreal. Bill showed Laverne all the work that Jimmy was doing. What? Well of course that makes sense. If he's pretending to be the house owner I guess I have to pretend to be the contractor, he thought.

"Yeah, I've been doing a lot of work on this place. I'm very proud of it." He looked to Bill for approval and Bill gave him a nod and smile back.

"Well if you'll excuse us, we need to retire to the master bedroom. Come, my dear."

"Oh I just LOVE it when you talk fancy!" Laverne said and Jimmy thought amused that she and Bill made a cute couple. But wait, they were taking my room, he thought. We didn't even talk about this.

But then the door to his room slammed shut and all he could hear was Laverne laughing and gasping and Bill heaving and yelling soon, at the top of his lungs.

Bill liked to scream during sex. He had told Jimmy that when he hired him. Don't mind me when I'm screwing some broad, cause I like to have it loud and I don't care what anyone fucking thinks.

Jimmy got himself a beer and a cigar and went into his guest room, which was not nearly as nice as Jimmy's ro-Buck's ro-BILL. Bill's room. Bill's room was so nice. His was still under renovation and barely had anything in it. But it was a roof over his head.

Jimmy scratched at his stubble. Goddamn he was always so scruffy and hairy (like always) but goddamn was this ever so relaxing. He pawed and rubbed his small penis and started masturbating thinking of Bill screwing some girl and pictured himself as the girl, squealing and laughing in delight as Bill had his way with him...and before he went to bed he wondered how strange it felt and how happy he was. Maybe he could talk his boss at the firm into letting him come in dressed in a wife beater instead of a suit. It was so goddamn hot all the damn time this summer. A real man needed to sweat! He thought of himself at his desk, enjoying a beer and a cigar and he thought of himself coming back home to paint the walls and install a new fireplace mantle, and redo all the woodwork and knock out the wall and reinstall new gutters...

The next morning, Bill donned one of his nice blue suits and Laverne marveled at his impressive figure.

"Sorry, babe. Got a meeting early. I'll drop you off at your work at the restaurant on the way."

"Thanks, babe. Damn, you are a hot piece of ass."

"Don't I know it. Everyone knows that Bill Parsons is one of the most fuckable members of the firm. Now give me some sugar." He kissed her. "I'll leave a note for the help to get some supplies today. He's a good man. I'm glad I found him."

"It must be nice to be in charge."

"Well I'm not entirely...but I will be." Bill said confidently. He kissed her one more time and swatted her ass and wrote a note for Jimmy and then took the SUV and not the pickup truck out of the driveway to go downtown.


To Be Continued