Adult Bookstore Rental Boy
Chapter 2
By tallywacker38
Carl Summers opened his eyes slowly. His head was pounding with pain. Ohhh,
he groaned as he looked at the clock. "SHIT," He yelled as he saw 9:15 am
staring at him. Jumping out of bed, his head pounding, he suddenly became aware
of his sticky chest and something was on his face. Looking in the mirror, he
could tell it was cum. "What the fuck," he said out loud. Then he noticed he had
no hair on his body except his head. He stood there for awhile looking at
himself and feeling his body with his hands. It was cum all over him and he
remembered a dream he had had last night with guys shaving him and putting their
cocks in his mouth and ass. Was it a dream? He tried to remember. He was at the
bookstore, watched movies, bought some books and talked to the manager. He won a
contest and got to pick out some free books. He walked out in to the living room
and there on the coffee table were his books. There were seven fuck books and he
knew he had not bought that many so he knew he must have won the extras. He
checked to make sure the door was locked, gathered up the books and took them to
the bathroom.
Quickly, he took his shower, washing off all the cum and marveling at how
smooth his body felt to him. Without the hair, his body was beautiful and so
soft. He shaved his face, even though he had little facial hair. Shaving with
one hand, his other hand could not resist finding it's way to his penis and
massaging it tenderly. His cock and balls were so smooth and erotic with no
hair. Finishing, he stepped out and dried off, gathering his wits on what to do
now. He was late for work and had not called in. He dropped the towel and went
to the telephone, punching in the work numbers, he knew what he had to say.
"Hello, Mr. Mathis, this is Carl." "I'm sorry, I know I was supposed to be
at work, but I was sick, vomiting and diarrhea all night, I took some medicine
and it kind of knocked me out." "I still don't feel well Sir." Carl listened as
Mr. Mathis understood and told him to take the day off to get well and he would
see him tomorrow if he felt better but not to come in tomorrow either if he
still felt bad and he would understand. Todd listened as Mr. Mathis then told
him that since tomorrow was Friday, go ahead and make it a long weekend and he
would see him on Monday morning. Carl thanked him and put the phone back in the
cradle.
Carl went back to the bathroom, his cock semi hard. Grabbing the books, he
laid down in bed and leafed through the illustrated fuck books showing young men
dressed in nylons, garderbelts and wearing lipstick and makeup and all with
exaggerated large cocks being used by larger macho men. His cock was hard and he
played with it and tried to remember what had happened at the bookstore. How had
he gotten home? His legs felt so smooth and soft. How had that happened? He had
not shaved them. Suddenly, it hit him. Someone had shaved him and he had sucked
their cocks. A sickening feeling now came over him that someone had used him and
did they know who he was and where he lived? His stomach knotted up in dread and
fear. His penis went soft and he began to worry. He grabbed his cutoffs that he
was wearing last night, "SHIT", he said again as he discovered his wallet was
not there. Frantically he looked through the house but could not find it. He ran
out to his car and searched, but found nothing. A fear deep in his bowels was
now growing as he walked back into the house and sat down to think.
Then the phone call that was going to change his life came. "Hello," Carl
said. A man identified himself as the manager of the Adult bookstore and told
him that he had dropped his billfold outside the store and he had found it. He
had found Carl's name in it and told him he was going to be at the store for
another half hour if he wanted to stop by and get it. A relief spread over Carl
and he quickly assured him he would be there in just a few minutes. Carl
hurriedly dressed, grabbed his keys and headed for the bookstore.
Carl parked his car in the back of the bookstore so no one who would
recognize it could see it. He quickly walked around to the front but found it
locked. He pressed his face against the glass but it was dark inside so he
knocked loudly. He could see someone coming to the door so he backed away
slightly. The door was unlocked and opened and the manager greeted him and said
"Come in, I have your billfold in the back room." Carl brushed by him and waited
as the man locked the door behind him. Carl followed him to the back room where
the man told him to sit down. Carl sat on the edge of a chair, thanking the man
again for finding his wallet.
"No problem," the man said as he handed the billfold to Carl. Carl got up
to leave but the manager said," While you're here Carla, I would like your
opinion on a new film clip we just got last night, it won't take long." Carl
thought he had heard the man call him Carla but said nothing and sat back down a
little nervous. The manager put a tape into the VCR and turned it on. The TV
came to life and Carl saw himself on the screen with a large cock being stuffed
in and out of his mouth. Carl made a move to get up but the man spoke quickly in
an authoritative voice, "SIT DOWN CARLA!" The man walked over to the table and
picked up several envelopes and brought them over to Carl. "Look at these and
then we will talk." Carl looked at the envelopes and saw his Dad and Mom's
address, his bother's address, his sister's address, his company's address,
neighbors and friends addresses. "Look inside one of them," said the manager,
"Each envelope contains the same things." Carl opened one and looked at the
photos of him with a cock in his mouth, a cock in his ass, cocks shooting cum
over his face, photos of him wearing nylons and garderbelt, lipstick, and some
with a woman's wig.
Carl was flushed with embarrassment and fear as he saw his life falling
apart and himself at the mercy of this man. He began to cry and plead for the
man not to send the letters to them and not show the film in the arcade. He knew
some of the guys at work also watched movies in the arcade and that he would be
found out quickly. Bill sat at the table looking at the hapless young man. He
was busting with joy at the young man's reaction. It was exactly what he had
hoped for. "This is what I will do for you boy." "If you come to work for me
during your free time, I will not send them out." "You have 10 seconds to say
yes or no or leave here right now so I can get them in the mail." Carl looked at
him as he held his watch up watching the second hand. Carl wiped the sweat from
his forehead and tried to think, but time did not allow him to do anything but
panic. "Yes," he said quietly. What did you say?" the man said. "Yes," Carl said
louder, "I will work for you." "From now on you will address me as Master or
Sir, understand?" "Yes Sir," Carl replied. The man walked over to Carl and
gathered up he envelopes and put them in the open safe and spun the dial. He
went to his desk drawer and pulled out some colorful garments and laid them on
the table. "Strip now, and put these on." Carl got up and went to the table, his
mind in a fog unsure of what to do. The Manager grabbed him by the hair and
started slapping his face lightly, back and forth, telling him not to think, but
to do what he is told quickly and always. Carl, began taking his clothes off and
putting them on a chair neatly. The man handed him a pair of red thigh high
nylons. Carl put them on expertly; he had many pairs of his own. Next a red
garderbelt. His cock was now getting firmer as it recognized the familiar
feeling of erotic lingerie. Now, Bill handed him a box. "Put them on," he said.
Carl opened the box and found two women's breasts. He picked one up not sure of
what to do with it. Bill pulled a bottle out of the box. Opening it, he turned
it upside down and watched the liquid soak into the sponge applicator head. He
rubbed it around on the underside of the fake breast and told Carl to stand
still as he applied it to his chest. Holding it firmly. Satisfied, he took his
hands away and looked at it. He reached out and nudged it and the soft lifelike
breast jiggled. Bill smiled at how real it looked on the young man. He readied
the other breast and applied it to Carl's chest next. Carl looked down at his
check and as scared as he was of the man and what was happening to him, his cock
could care less and was in the process of taking over his body and mind. Bill
told him to sway back and forth. Carl did as he was told and the lifelike
breasts swayed with him. Bill was now hard as he was looking at the boy/girl in
front of him. She was beautiful and the color of the breasts were just slightly
lighter colored than his tanned chest looking very much like the real thing.
Bill pulled Carl over to a corner where blue colored satin sheets had been
hung on the walls. He pushed a button on a tape deck and soft music filled the
room. "Dance Carla, NOW." He instructed, "or do I have to slap you around a
little first?" Carl started swaying to the music, his breasts swaying one-way
and his cock doing its own swaying and jerking. Bill adjusted the lighting and
went to the camcorder, which was on a tri-pod. He checked it to make sure it was
centered just right and then turned it on. A knock on the back door caused Carl
to stop in fear but Bill snapped his fingers at Carl and warned the young man,"
Keep dancing." He opened the door and Guy and another man walked in and whistled
at the sight in front of them. Bill held his finger to his mouth and told them
he was recording, so keep it down. Carl continued dancing and looking at himself
in a mirror that was on the wall across the room and he could not take his eyes
off his image. He was a boy but he was a girl too and men he did not know were
watching him and he could see they had hard-ons. Bill motioned to Carla to turn
around as he danced and swayed and Carla followed instructions. Her ass was
gorgeous and perfect, as he seemed to be lost in his lust. He was performing for
these guys and they liked him. He was desirable and beautiful and they wanted
him he/she moved her ass more provocatively as she imagined she was a star
performer in a strip club. The three men, talked in a low voice, setting up the
next performance for the newest unpaid employee cocksucker.
To be continued
Email the author tallywacker38@yahoo.com
