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Jared sat at his desk with his elbows resting near his keyboard and stared blankly at the screen. The day had been like any other. He woke up. He showered and dressed. He ate some toast and drank some orange juice and drove to work. And throughout the day, he wandered around the office smiling and chatting and doing his work as if nothing were out-of-the-ordinary. The girls at work all flirted with him and he flirted back. Jokes were made. Lunch breaks taken. Meetings held. But he wondered how normal things would be, how much those girls would be willing to flirt, if they knew what he had done last night, if they could have seen how he had licked at some guy’s large cock like candy and swallowed a mouthful of cum. And he thought how much they all would have laughed had they been there to see him spread-eagled in his chair, being measured out to a mere four and three-quarter inches while his little stick bobbed uncontrollably. No, it hadn’t been a normal day at all for Jared. His body was there, but his mind was lost in a fog. He kept wiping at his nose and the corners of his mouth all day, as if he could still feel and smell the smears of Daddy’s white cream on his face. In his daily meeting, he couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at the crotches of every man sitting in the room and was certain they all knew he was doing it. He held books and folders in front of his own crotch whenever he got up to walk somewhere, sensing that everyone was looking there and noticing the lack of a manly bulge. He was overreacting. He was becoming paranoid. Could they all see it in his face? Could they all see his shame in the way he looked at other men? Was it obvious what he had done? He was terrified that someone would find out. And so he sat there at his desk, minutes away from leaving the office for home, staring at his screen and contemplating what might await him when he left. “Hey, going to the gym tonight?” Jared snapped out of his trance and turned around. It was his friend, Colby, from marketing. He and Colby occasionally played racquetball together at the gym when they weren’t double-dating with their girlfriends. Jared always took extra care not to let Colby see him naked. Not that that ever prevented Jared from catching sight of Colby in the buff. While similar in build, Colby had the advantage Jared desired most. He had gotten several good peeks at Colby’s healthy member and that was the first thing that came to Jared’s mind when he turned and saw that particular curve at eye level. “Uh…no, not tonight,” Jared answered. He knew Colby wore boxers. He could tell where Colby’s dangling staff was pressed up against his Dockers and Jared glanced away quickly. “Thought you went every night,” Colby said. He leaned against the partition of the cubicle and all Jared could think of was how Colby’s fleshy organ was sliding around inside the fabric. He found himself wanting to go to the gym just to see it again and he hated himself for feeling that way. “Too much stuff to do at home,” Jared lied. “You know…spring cleaning.” “Oh, well, just thought I’d check before I head out. You owe me a game, ya know!” “I know, I know,” Jared nodded. Inside, his thoughts were raging. He wanted to jump up screaming and run somewhere…anywhere. He couldn’t go to the gym out of fear of who might be watching him. He was afraid to go home out of fear of who might be waiting there for him. And he was struggling to keep his head straight, literally. He was attracted to girls. He had always been attracted to girls. He had been telling himself this all day. It was just a bad case of envy that he would have to get over. But then there was Daddy’s cock sliding through his brain. “That is SO gay,” Colby laughed. Jared felt his heart stutter in his chest. But then he noticed Colby was pointing at something across the room, so he stood up and saw that they were putting up some pink and purple banners over someone’s desk. Jared quickly laughed, too. “New faggot in town?” Jared asked his friend – his straight friend. They were just two normal guys sharing a laugh. “Something like that,” Colby chuckled. Pulled from his thoughts, they exchanged a few comments about the banners and work and then they went their separate ways. Jared made it to the parking lot feeling somewhat more a man and was ready to unlock his door when he noticed a small envelope pressed under his windshield wiper. He glanced around nervously and grabbed at it. It wasn’t until Jared had driven some ways away from the office that he pulled over and parked in a vacant lot and opened the envelope. It was a note from the man he had called Daddy. His hand trembled as he read it: “Dear boy, here is a list of things I want you to do for me tonight. Be a good boy and obey each and every instruction as it is written. Failure to do so will require punishment. Love, Daddy.” Jared read down the list of things he was being told to do and as he read them, he felt the betraying tingle between his legs. 1.) Go home and shower. Clean every inch of your body thoroughly. Daddy believes in good hygiene. 2.) Wear only a clean pair of sweats, t-shirt, white socks and tennis shoes. No underwear. 3.) Put on the leather wristbands and ankle bands we used last night and make sure they are nice and tight. 4.) Get in your car and drive to West End Park. Be there by 7:00. Park along the street, lock your car, and go over to the big oak tree near the fence. You will see a red van. Open the back doors, get in, and wait for further instruction. 5.) Don’t stop thinking about Daddy’s big cock. Despite the little erection poking around in his briefs, Jared crumpled up the letter and stuffed it deep into the ashtray. It was bad enough what he had done last night for that man. But where did this guy get off thinking he could just tell him what to, now, and he would do it? He knew he was struggling with this strange sense of envy and desire, but he was sure he could beat it. He just needed to clear his head. Jared shifted gears and sped away to Sarah’s house. It was the best way he could think of to keep fantasies of other men’s big tools out of his mind. He got there and they hugged and he held her longer than usual, which pleased her, and for the first time that day, he felt like he was back in his own world again. He stayed with Sarah late into the night. The only times when it got uncomfortable was when she wanted to run her hands down his legs and grab at his crotch and entice him to have sex with her. He would always shift and tease and say he had to keep his promise and wait for the weekend. But each time he put Sarah off, he wondered if he could ever bring himself to do it, and that brought back his doubts and fears of the night before, and those were the times when he would glance at the clock and wonder what was going on at West End Park. Holding her in his arms as they watched TV, he thought back to the only time he had ever had sex before. He was in his late teens and on vacation out-of-state with his family. He met a girl. She was taken with him, of course. And it just happened one night in a park, behind some bushes. He couldn’t stop her. He couldn’t control her. But at least it was dark. He was on top of her and she was wrapping her arms and legs all over him and after a long, passionate kiss, she spread her legs wide and begged him to go deeper. “Fuck me!” she had moaned. “Fuck me hard!” But Jared was already in as deep as he could go. She bucked her hips and squirmed around trying to feel something more, something wider and longer, but that was it. Jared quickly came inside her and she slowly stopped moving and turned her head. She had wasted little time in rolling him off and, after a few awkward moments, that was the last he ever saw of her. “It’s getting late,” Sarah sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want to start the weekend early?” Jared gave her a squeeze and glanced at the clock. It was 11:30. “No, I guess I’d better get going. I’ll need my rest, first, if it’s going to last all weekend.” Sarah began running her hand up Jared’s leg again and he took that moment to stand up and put on his jacket. He teased. She pouted. They kissed, and then Jared was on his way home. From that moment to the next day, there were no more surprises, no more invasions into Jared’s privacy or sexual identity. He began to feel as if the other night might turn into nothing more than a dark, dirty little secret that he would simply take with him to his grave. It was the greatest relief he could imagine. To Be Continued... 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