A deal is a deal

Disclaimer: This story is for 17 and up; there is talk about sex positions and adult content. And a guy-on-guy interaction and intercourse.

“Are we having fun yet?” Norris asked me. I couldn’t respond; I was blindfolded and gagged. Not to mention bind to the bed with restraints. I am naked, sprawled out, and getting a blow job. Would you believe me if I told you I’m allowing this horn dog to do this to me so I wouldn’t go to court and maybe jail? I didn’t think so; let me start from the beginning.

“This is totally unfair,” I shouted. “I worked hard on my proposal, and that joker who has been here for a lesser time gets the position.” Instead, my employer looked at me as if I was speaking incorrectly.

Sorry, allow me to intrude myself; my name is Landon, I’m 30 years old, with jet black hair and blue eyes, and I am a storyteller at a gaming company. I love my job but hate my competitor, who got a higher position than me. His name is Norris, a strawberry blonde, green-eyed hottie, slim, and a whole lot of piercing. Ok, yes, I think the bastard is a hottie, but it is like I like him, but I also fuckin hate him like I want to punch him in the face, but then I want to go down on him.

I was at my desk typing comments on a new gaming storyline when I saw Norris moving into the new office that came with the promotion. He was in my sight; I could see that he could see me, ‘Oh, I am so mad as hell.’ So I go to the break room for coffee because coffee makes me feel better. So I grab my favorite mug with a horseshoe and Mermaid on it.

But the happiness becomes bitter when Norris walks into the break room. Then, finally, he smiles at me and says.

“Why don’t you come over to my place? I like your comments and strategy for the client’s game.” I looked at him and declined. “C’mon, Landon, you really hate my guts that bad?”

“I worked hard on my presentation; I wanted to get the position because I have been here longer than you,” I shouted at Norris. Then, finally, I walked out; I slammed my coffee on my desk until I got a call from my landlord.

“Are you serious? I knew that bitch was nothing but trouble,” I yelled. Do you know how to tell a specific tenant that will be an issue when you see them? Well, this bitch’s name is Maggie Louzar, (I call her Loser, just to be an asshole.) What did she do? Her kitchen exploded and burst the water pipe wall in my loft, and if that wasn’t bad enough, the water caused an electric fire. I can’t go back home until the repairs are done. So I call the insurance, and they book me a hotel, or maybe I should call it a roach motel,

because the room looked gross, I think I saw four roaches getting it on. What was worst was that I slept in my car, and some asshole on a motorcycle was raving up his bike. Great job, buddy; that’s $20 down the drain. I was grumpy at work. And who is the first to greet me in the office? Why it would be Mr. Ass himself: Norris

“You ok, man? You look like you haven’t slept all day.” I didn’t; I heard some asshole talking loudly on his cell phone about how he caught his woman with another dude sucking his dick. It was late, and I wanted to rip the head off the asshole talking on his cell phone and the motorcycle jerk.

“I slept in my car because the hotel was gross and needed much pest control.”

“Why not work remotely? You could crash at my place. Norris said, being flirtatious.

Let’s review. My home won’t be ready for about three days.

- I could stay at that fuckin roach motel

- I could sleep in my car again (Fuck no)

Or I could stay at my favorite asshole’s place.

“All right, I’ll crash on your couch,” I said, trying to be nice.

“I have a spare room; the bed is a queen size, and you would have your bathroom.” So, of course, as soon as I heard my bathroom, I agreed. So I packed up my stuff and my laptop. And drove to his house, or should I say palace.

As soon as I walked into his place, I was taken aback. “Wow, this place is huge.”

Do you want to see your bedroom? The room was huge; half of my apartment could fit in the room; the room was painted an eggshell white, with elegant decorations like a tea kettle and tea. The towels and the bed were huge. Like four men could fit in it. The hot tube was huge, and it was a jacuzzi.

Norris ordered Pizza, and we watched a little TV. Then, finally, I dozed off; Norris smiled and got his computer to start working. I woke up but lay perfectly still; I was curious about his work; I wanted to see his computer when Norris left his laptop on the couch.

I snagged it, and my proposal for the client’s game was right there. But he was altering it.

“Norris, you piece of shit,” I screamed like a banshee.

Norris came running in and asked what was the matter. I pointed to the computer; then I punched him in the face. That felt fucken good. Then I broke his coffee table and did not feel good because a large chunk broke off and hit me in the face.

I went nuts, breaking décor; it ranked up to $7,400.53. I don’t know where I got the 53 cents from. Then with a plank of wood with a nail in it, I screamed. “I am going to kill you, and one will find your fuckin body” I swang that plank, but Norris manages to get it out of my hands, make my trip, and gets on top of me.

I got pinned down; I was so mad that he beat me in a fight. “You thief, that was my project, and you were using it; it should have been me.”

Norris just looked at me and said, “Did you read the paragraph I was typing before you came in?”

“Of course I did; that idea was mine,”

Norris dragged me to his computer and told me to read his typing. I went from mad to a low-life piece of trash; Norris gave me credit for my idea about the game proposal and wanted me to be his assistant. Let’s review the shit I just caused.

• I punched Norris in the face

• I broke expensive furniture

• Make death threats.

• And Norris was trying to help me get my work notice.

“I got everything on video; I could just send it to the company or the cops,” Norris said, showing me his phone.

“Oh, shit, I’m fucked…I’m sorry I …I have issues.”

“Bitch, you are right about two things, you do have issues, and you need help so the court can help you with that.”

When Norris said that, I saw my life flash before my eyes, it was really dull.

“And you are fucked, or at least you will be,” Norris said with a smirk.

I didn’t know what he meant. Finally, Norris gave me a choice.

1. Turn me in to the police and pay all the damages.

2. If I can’t pay, go to jail and quit my job.

3. Or, for the remainder of the time my apartment is finished, I can be Norris’s personal sex toy. And he would delete the video and drop all the charges.

“Personal sex toy?” I asked.

“Calling an escort service, you have limits, and it can be for one day,” Norris said, “But, with you, I have more than a day, and I want things my way.”

Take a guess which one I choose.

Norris and I went at it all night in another guest room with hidden compartments. “So, as my new personal assistant. I like my coffee with two cream and two sugar, understood.” Norris said while giving me a hand job. I was tied up, and my legs were bound to sprawl open, hanging from straps and the bed. I couldn’t move; I loved it. “Yeah, I get it,” I responded. Suddenly Norris spanked me. “The correct way is ‘yes, sir.’ Try again.”

“Yes, sir”

“Good boy, keep it up, and I’ll go faster. Would you like that.?” Norris asked softly.

“Yes, Sir” Norris began to go faster with the hand job. Oh, baby, it didn’t stop there. Twenty minutes later, I was getting my nipples licked. I got so horny that I wanted more. So, it was no surprise my subsequent sweet torture was to have my arms bound with restraints behind me, my legs wide open, sitting on a chair with a robotic dildo, good thing Norris covered it with lubricant; I could slip it in quickly. Norris switched it on, the dildo was going in and out slowly, and it vibrated, too; I was getting hard Norris took this opportunity to sit on my hard cock. He switched the automatic dildo to go a bit faster. I moan with both the machine and Norris straddling me.

Two weeks later, my proposal was altered by Norris, who informed everyone that my storytelling was excellent and should be used instead of his. The client approved that life is good; I would go by Norris’s place not just for work relations but to…get a good tickle.