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[Sorry it has taken so long for this chapter, but life has a habit of getting in the way. There is more to come, but it is going to be some time before the next chapter is out]
The Contract Chapter 8 By The Mangler
Present Day
Loser turned and walked away from James, heading toward the first condo his real estate agent would show him and the Masters. Loser turned red when he heard a bunch of teenagers laugh at him as he walked by.
"Nice Ass," one of them shouted as he passed them.
This comment reminded him of how he was dressed: a pair of very thin white short running shorts over a lime green jock strap which was clearly visible through the shorts. That probably meant he was practically naked from the rear. He was wearing a pink cropped t-shirt that barely came below his nipples and a pair of very worn-out tennis shoes. His body screamed jock, but his outfit screamed whore.
He encountered many other such comments during his 30-minute walk. But he finally reached the condo building where the three masters stood outside talking with Brent, his real estate agent.
"Ahh, here comes Loser now," Sam said.
Brent turned to see what Sam was discussing, and his jaw dropped.
"What the fuck, Ethan," Brent stammered.
"Oh, it's not Ethan anymore, is it?" Brad asked.
Loser just looked at the four but didn't say anything.
"I THINK you need to correct Brent here. Don't you?" Brad scowled.
"Yes, sir, sorry, sir. I have changed my name to Loser," he stammered. Brad looked at Loser and said, "That's another demerit for disrespecting Brent here?"
"How did I disrespect him, sir," Loser asked.
"Another demerit for disrespecting me."
Loser just looked between Brent and Brad before finally realizing his error.
"I'm sorry, Master Brad. I forgot my place."
He then turned towards Brent.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Morris. I did not mean any disrespect."
"For god's sake, what the fuck is going on?" Brent demanded.
"What is going on is that Loser here is trying to become his "authentic" self. This is what he really is, isn't it?" Marc said. "I mean, just look at the way he's dressed."
Brent then did a more careful assessment of Loser's outfit, particularly noting the green jock strap and the strange bulge present in the groin. Loser turned red but just stood there.
Sam broke the silence. "Uhm, I think you have a condo to show us, don't you?"
"What? Oh yeah. Condo" Looking at Loser, he said, "Are we still doing this?"
"Of course we are, aren't we, Loser," Sam smirked.
"Yes, Master Sam."
Sam looked at Loser and tilted his head toward Brent.
"Yes, Mr. Morris, we are still doing this."
With that, Brent shook his head and turned toward the building, opening the front door. He walked over and pressed the elevator button.
"The condo is on the third floor. There are five floors total in this building. The pool and pickleball court are at the clubhouse." The elevator dinged, and the door opened.
As the group walked in, Marc threw his hand up and pushed Loser back.
"You don't get to use the elevator. You take the stairs."
Loser replied, "Yes, Master Marc," as his face turned pink. He sighed, looked around until he saw the sign for the stairs, and headed in that direction.
As the elevator door closed, Brent asked, "What the hell is going on?"
"Well, Loser, formerly known as Ethan, is trying to find his `true' self, and we are helping him out," Sam replied. Brent just looked confused.
Sam laughed. "Loser needs someone to guide him in life, and he has chosen us to do that."
"Really?" Brent replied with a tone of disbelief.
"Oh, really. He has chosen to do this. No one is making him."
The elevator dinged as it arrived on the third floor. Shortly after that, the door to the stairway opened, and Loser walked out. Just as he did, one of the front doors of a condo opened, and a family walked out. They all just stared at Loser like he was from another planet.
"Goddman, perverts," the father said under his breath as he got into the elevator.
"Looks like he has you figured out, Loser," Marc laughed.
Brent shook his head as he walked down the hallway.
"This is an end unit. It has three bedrooms, all with bathrooms, a walk-in pantry, and a nice-sized kitchen. It has two garage spaces and two carport spaces, but many other tenants are willing to rent out their garage spaces."
As he said this, he inserted his key and opened the door. The doorway opened into a small vestibule before opening into the living area. The condo was dark as there were few windows.
Brent motioned for the others to enter. The three masters entered with Sam going last. Just after entering the door, he turned to stop Loser from entering.
"I don't think you are appropriately dressed to come in here," he told Loser.
"You want me to wait outside?" Loser asked.
"Another demerit for a lack of respect. And no, I want you to get appropriately dressed."
The loser looked at Sam in confusion. "What do you mean... Master Sam?" The loser realized that he needed to get into the game at this point.
"Sigh, you are such a fucking retard. You know you aren't allowed clothes in the condo, so get naked."
Brent looked stunned but didn't say a word.
"Naked? The contract says I have to be naked in our condo, not when we are looking, Master Sam," Loser replied.
"Well, if you buy this condo, it will be ours, and we wouldn't want you to violate the contract."
"Contract?" Brent asked.
"Oh, Loser here insisted on a contract specifying acceptable behavior for him. And one of those rules was that he had to be naked in the condo." Marc added to the conversation.
"Guys, this is just fucking weird. I don't know if I want to be involved in this," Brent stated.
"All you have to do is show us some real estate. You aren't "involved in" this at all. But if you want the commission to go to someone else, that is fine," Sam said. He then gave Loser a very hard look.
"Look, Brent, er, Mr. Morris, I would really like you to help out. I trust you and your judgment. You've been with the family a long time and have never stirred us wrong. I know this is strange for you, Mr. Morris, but it is what I want, so could you just go along?" Loser said just loud enough to be audible. He kept his head down at all times.
"Whatever," Brent replied, pushing past Loser and Sam to enter the condo. "Fucking weirdo," he whispered, but it was loud enough that Loser and Sam heard it. Sam just chuckled and Loser just stood there.
Sam turned and looked at Loser before Loser finally stripped off his clothes, folding them.
"Just place them by the door there," Sam said as he pointed in the hallway.
"What if someone moves them," Loser asked.
"Then you will be walking home naked," Sam smirked. "And another demerit."
"Sorry, Master Sam. I will try to better, " Loser replied as he placed his clothes on the floor, not realizing that he had mooned the entire hallway when he bent over. He entered the condo.
"The square footage is just over 2500," Brent began as he turned back toward the door. He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the plastic contraption in Loser's groin.
"What the hell is that?" he demanded.
"Loser can't be trusted with his sex life, so..."
"No, never mind, I don't think I want to know," Brent said, then turned to show the condo. The group walked around, with Loser in the back, as Brent took them throughout the condo, pointing out the various rooms and selling points.
"And this is a laundry room. There is no washer and dryer present, but you can put them in, or there is a shared laundry unit on this and each floor.
"This looks big enough to put in a dog cage," Brad stated.
"Oh, sorry, no pets are allowed in this building," Brent said.
"The cage isn't for a pet," Brad smirked.
Loser turned red again -- a widespread recent occurrence for the usually cocky jock.
Brent opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Not bad, we'll keep it in mind," Sam said as they headed for the door. "Do you have another one to show us that is closer to campus?"
"Yeah it is about two miles down on this same street," Brent replied.
"That will probably take Loser here too long to walk to, but I'm sure you don't want him in your car dressed like that, do you?" Marc asked as Loser finished dressing in the hallway.
"Err, well, um.." Brent stuttered.
"That's okay," Sam said, pulling out his wallet. The loser here can take the bus and meet us there. It shouldn't take more than 20-30 minutes," he said as he offered his bus pass.
"A bus. Please, no," Loser whined. Seeing the look on Sam's face, he quickly added, "Master Sam."
"Oh, come on, Loser. You will probably fit in just fine with all the other passengers on the bus," Brad smirked, and Marc giggled.
Loser, realizing that his masters weren't going to relent, reached out and took the bus pass. The group started toward the elevator until Marc pointed to the stairway. Loser sighed and headed there.
Loser actually beat them to the first floor as they had to wait for the elevator, which was a lucky thing because he didn't know where he was going.
"Where am I to meet you, Mr. Morris," Loser asked Brent.
"2500, near the park," Brent said.
"Alright, let's go," Sam said, and he and the other masters headed toward Loser's car. Brent was shaking his head as he opened the door and slid into his car.
On the way to the next showing, the three masters reassured Brent that this was what Loser wanted. It was his idea, and he was the one who legally changed his name.
"But don't you feel strange doing this?" Brent asked.
Brad looked at his fellow masters before replying, "We did a little at first but then realized that Ethan really wanted to do this. He went through the trouble of drawing up a contract and voluntarily changed his name. We figured that if we, his friends, didn't do it, he might get someone else who wouldn't be so understanding and look out for his wellbeing as well."
Brent was concentrating on driving, so he did not see the smirks on the three students' faces as they tried to control their desire to laugh.
Loser walked to the end of the street and waited for the stop light so he could cross over to the other side. He got several hostile stares. Fortunately, the bus arrived just as he did, so he didn't have to wait long. Unfortunately, as he boarded the bus, he realized that a very large contingent of teenagers was on board, and they wasted no time laughing and harassing him. Every time he went to take a seat, the other occupant indicated he could sit elsewhere. He ended up standing in the back of the bus, where two muscular jocks laughed at and verbally abused him. One of them kept slapping him on his ass.
He tried to ignore it, but he was very close to tears. He wasn't used to such treatment. God, he knew that he had to convince the arbitrators tomorrow to let him buy out the contract. He couldn't stand this.
The bus finally arrived at the nearest bus stop, and Loser exited the bus to rather loud insults. Someone even spit on him as he exited. He saw Brent, "No, I have to think of him as Mr. Morris," and his three masters standing outside an arched gateway about one block away, so he hurried to meet them.
"What the hell took you so long," Marc demanded.
"Sorry, Master Marc, but the bus had multiple stops."
"This is a complex of 6 buildings, each with two stories," Brent began as he entered a code that opened a metal gate under the arch. "As you can see, there is a central walkway with three buildings on each side. You can also see that a privacy fence surrounds each building. There are 4 units on each floor, so eight units per building. Each unit has a private outdoor space that is not shared with the other units. Obviously, those on the second floor can look down into other units' outdoor spaces."
He walked down to the final set of buildings before turning right and walking up to a keypad, where he entered another code.
"The buildings each have unique key codes known only to the owners in that building. The unit I will show you is on the second floor."
He pushed the elevator button and then turned toward Loser.
"The stairs are over there," he said as he pointed to an exit sign. Sam, Marc, and Brad looked at each other, realizing that Brent was getting in on the action.
Loser started to walk in that direction but saw the look on Brad's face, so before he left, he said, "Thank you, Mr. Morris."
Loser arrived at the top of the stairs just as the elevator door opened.
"The units are set up with two in front and two in back. The front two units are both two bedrooms. One of the back units is one bedroom, and the other one is three." He walked over and unlocked the condo door on the left. He motioned for the three masters to enter before him but did not wait for the loser.
Loser stopped at the threshold of the door and quickly stripped naked, folding his clothes and placing them by the door. He walked into the unit, which opened into the living room on one side and the kitchen on the other.
"As you can see," Brent began before Sam interrupted.
"Loser, get down on your hands and knees. You can crawl through the space," Brad smirked.
Loser did as instructed while Brent looked mortified. He was wondering what he had walked into.
"As I was saying, you can see a quite generous-sized living area and kitchen. There is a balcony off the living room which looks down into two of the yard spaces down below. Beyond that, the view is of the large park between here and the university. The three bedrooms are in the back. Each is a master with a private en-suite. In addition, each unit has a balcony. There is a solid wall that separates the balconies from each other. The balconies look down into your private yard space."
"The guest half bath is between the living area and the bedrooms. In addition, there is a laundry space and a hall closet. A back door leads to some steps leading to the yard area."
As he described the area, the masters walked around looking and asking questions, while Loser simply crawled around but didn't say anything.
"Now, the downside to this complex is the parking situation. If you look out of the bedrooms, beyond the backyard, you see the garage complex for the units. They are not attached to the units. However, the garage is two stories, with the basement dedicated to storage. There is also an underground walkway between the garage and the building, so you don't have to go outside."
"What about a swimming pool, gym, and other amenities?" Brad asked.
"There is a clubhouse next door which has those amenities. You can get to it via the underground walkway from the garage or by exiting this compound and walking next door."
"How many parking spaces," Sam asked.
"Ahh, that is the other downside. The garage space is about 2 ½ cars wide, and any additional cars have to be parked along the street or in the public parking garage. Unlike the last condos, you cannot sell or rent other garage spaces."
"Well, that is a problem, as we will have at least 3 and maybe four cars," Marc replied.
"I know. I do have an option to assist with that, but it is rather expensive. The one-bedroom unit next door is also for sale. If you bought that unit as well, you would have 4 spaces. That is what the present owner has done. He used the one-bedroom next door as a guest suite."
"And what is the price?" Sam asked. "And the monthly fees."
"The three bedroom is 550,000 and the one bedroom is 400,000 thousand."
"Not really that bad," Marc replied casually.
"The monthly assessment for the three-bedroom unit is 2000, and for the one-bedroom unit, it is 1000. This includes internet and basic cable. You have to pay for any upgrades. It does not include any other utilities."
"Okay, Do you have any more showings lined up for today?" Sam asked.
"I have four lined up for tomorrow, but other than the parking issues, this is probably the best unit and very conveniently located to the university."
"What time for tomorrow?"
"8, 10, 2 and 4."
"We have an appointment at 10 tomorrow, so you would have to either cancel or reschedule that one," Brad said as he looked over at Loser on the floor.
"I hope it is a successful appointment," Loser thought to himself.
"That should be no problem."
"Okay, thanks for your assistance today," Brad said, and Sam and Marc echoed it as they each shook Brent's hand.
"Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Morris," Loser said, offering his hand from his knees.
"Do you want to see the one bedroom?" Brent asked.
"No, I think we are good," Sam said.
Brent just looked at the hand, turned, and walked away. The three masters smirked. They exited the condo and watched as Loser quickly redressed. The elevator dinged and opened just as Loser was pulling the crop over his head, and out walked a very handsome thirty-something-year-old jock. He was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt, covered with sweat, and a pair of short gym shorts. He was very muscular, like Loser.
He looked at Loser and the three masters and could be heard mumbling, "Whatever floats your boat, I guess," as he shook his head. He then entered one of the front condos.
The group exited the building with Brent getting in his car and leaving. After getting into his car, he could be seen sitting in his seat and just staring at the group before shaking his head and driving off.
"Well, it is a short walk to the university and the dorms. Once you get home, come over to Marc and Brad's room, and we will discuss the units we have seen today," Sam demanded.
"Yes, Masters," Loser said. He wanted to ask them to not make him walk through campus, as their dorms were on the other side, but he knew it would be fruitless, so he said nothing.
"Good," Brad said as they started to walk to the car.
"Oh, by the way, here is a list of things we need you to pick up at the grocery store on the way home," he said as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Loser.
"Please, no, Masters. No more today," Loser whined.
Sam walked over to Loser, reached up, and grabbed his chin with one hand.
"Look, Loser, you do what the fuck you are told when the fuck you are told, and don't bitch about it. What you want is irrelevant to us. Understand?"
Taking a deep breath, Loser replied, "Yes, Master Sam." His voice was full of emotion, and it was almost as if he was going to cry.
"I knew you could figure it out," he replied, releasing his chin and walking away.
Loser stood there for a few seconds before turning in the direction of the grocery store. It was about two blocks out of the way for the campus and this was the busy time of day. He was just going to have to suck it up and perform his duties.
Much thanks to Sir Calvin and his slave william for their assistance in proofreading and for plot suggestions