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Part one.
My world collapsed when on that fateful Friday afternoon where all twenty of my fellow colleagues and myself were assembled in the showroom to be told that we were all being made redundant.
The cheque for two week's severance pay wouldn't last me long for I'd only not long ago signed a rental lease on the flat where I was at present now residing. I saw the stricken looks on the others faces and knew that I had the same expression. I only caught a few words of our manager as he told us that our parent company, Centrol was closing down our branch.
He shook us each by the hand, apologising as he did so while giving us our last pay cheque, and we all seemed to stumble out in a very bewildered state.
What am I going to do?' wailed one of the woman as we collected outside. My kids will starve!'
So will we all,' one of the men said. Well I'm off for the last beer I'm going to taste for some time. Anyone else coming?'
As he turned away to start off to the nearest bar, four of us followed him and we all had a beer as they all told of the problems that they were now facing by being out of work. I even put in my cents worth for I had little chance of getting another job with my lack of any experience out in this cruel world of recession. I was now twenty three, no diplomas or college experience, failing nearly everything I turned my hand to. I listened to what they thought and planned to do for their future as I kept quiet and gave thought to what would I now do? Thinking of what little money I did have, I didn't stay for any more beer and left them to their discussions and made my way to my flat that wouldn't be mine for much longer.
The period we were in then was the mid seventies and all the decent jobs had been taken and those that were open, the pay offered wouldn't cover the rent I paid, so they were out of the question.
I had a few beers in the fridge but opted for coffee as I needed to think as to what I should do. I took my coffee to my small desk that I had in the lounge and sat down in front of my computer and idly scanned for any e-mails, coming up with nothing and then just cruised other sites. I came across Ebay and suddenly got an idea. It was original and might, just might, get me out of the fix that I was now in.
I got quite excited at this thought and went to bed early to mull it over and by the morning, had made up my mind to at least give it a try. After a meagre breakfast, got my camera out and set it up facing a blank wall before getting dressed in my smartest clothes, set the timer on the camera and posed before the camera as I stood up against the wall for the timer to click and have the flash of my picture being taken. I then quickly got these outer clothes off and put on a swim suit. Before pulling it up to my waist properly, I played with my cock to raise it up to a full erection before folding it away and then taking another picture of me in this state.
Both pictures came out quite good as I downloaded them onto my computer and then got back onto Ebay. Here I filled in the necessary questions asked and then copied my two pictures and put them into the advert that I had requested and then added the reason they were there. It ran as follows.
"Young male, twenty three and of good health and fit is being put up for auction for a period of six months to do exactly all what you order. This auction begins as of now for five days and he will go to the highest bidder that goes above the starting price of two thousand dollars"
I was sweating when I pressed the send key and hoped that I would somehow get somebody to pay me a good sum to be what really boils down to being their slave for six months. I think I lost at least six pounds of weight with my sweating out those five days until the time came round to find out if anyone at least made a decent offer. I contacted PayPal to get the answer and was told that the bidding went through over twenty people and the final offer was eight thousand, five hundred dollars. Was that acceptable?
Christ! Did that give me a hard on or not? I couldn't help but jerk myself off right there and then as I looked at the figure again, and it wasn't long after shooting my load that I replied that I accepted this offer and by return, was given the name and address of the person that had made this enormous offer.
I was somewhat dismayed that it wasn't some wealthy woman on finding out that it was a man that made this offer, guessing that I was about to enter the world of homosexuality. But beggars cannot be choosers, though on reflection, it was a form of prostitution that I was offering and I was now committed. Though even if the money had been transferred to my account, I could still pay it back if I didn't like the man who paid that amount. But on reflection realised that I would still have to pay PayPal their fee and probably more to the person who had made the offer, which in my present financial state, couldn't.
After an almost sleepless night, weighing up the pros and cons of what I was doing, selling myself and my soul, decided to burn my boats. I got up and packed what little I had into one suitcase and took it to the station and put it into storage there. I also wrote a short note to my landlord saying that I was leaving the flat and put the keys with the note into an envelope and sealed it for posting. Having made my decision and on returning to the flat, finally got off to sleep, not having to worry about what else was in the flat because I had rented it furnished.
So the next morning, after making sure I really cleaned myself in the shower and getting properly dressed, went off to the address I had been given, posting the letter on the way. I had to travel on a bus for this was on the other side of the town in what I called the posh part, for the houses there were rather expensive and only really for the elite.
On leaving the bus, I had to ask two different people for directions to the boulevard that I wanted. This part of town didn't have street names as they were either boulevards or avenues, they were that posh. I found the one I wanted and soon stood outside the address I had been given to see a veritable mansion. Now this was way out of my sphere and it was with some trepidation that I walked up the gravelled drive that curved round an elaborate fountain and up the few steps to the entrance that stood between two massive pillars. My finger wavered as I pressed the bell button by the side and waited.
A pert young woman dressed as a maid answered the door and looked at me. `Yes?' she enquired of me.
`Er, my name is Mark Trent and I have an appointment with Mr. Branson,' I said.
No, it wasn't the Branson of Virgin fame, or related, but another whose Christian name was Dennis. I was the virgin, without fame.
Oh yes. You were expected,' she said with a shy smile. Please enter and I will inform the master that you have arrived.' She stood aside for me to enter a very large entrance hall that had a huge circular dome that was made of glass to give ample light to the area. A huge staircase on my left wound round and up to the next floor where there were two doors either side of what looked like a corridor or hallway going back into the building. Facing me were three doors on this ground floor and I heard the door close behind me and she came past me, saying that I was to follow her.
We went through the door on the right into a short corridor with a door at the far end and one to the left, which she stopped at and knocked. A voiced was heard with the word enter and she opened the door to announce me.
`Mr. Trent sir,' she said, and beckoned me to step forward, which I did to enter what looked like it was his study and saw the man himself just putting a book back on a much crowded shelf of books. In fact there were many shelves packed with them. He looked to be about forty years of age, about the same height as me, that being nearly six foot and looked quite fit without any sign of a paunch. His hair was black with a slight tinge of grey at the sides, blue eyes and had a lovely smile as he looked at me.
`Sarah. Mr. Trent, his first name being Mark, is now a member of the household for the next six months. Though I expect you to see that he learns the house rules and is, when I am not at home, expected to follow whatever things you need to be done in keeping this house in good order. Though when I am at home, he is to be treated as a guest to follow my orders, which as you will find out, will be variable. Any questions?'
`Well only one sir. What room will he be sleeping in?' she said.
`Mine.'
`Oh,' was all she could say to that and gave me a strange look.
I think that my face had gone quite red at the blatant way he had answered her question, and was somewhat relieved when he asked me to follow him.
We followed Sarah out of the room through another door and as she turned to the right, we turned to the left and went up a short staircase onto the next landing and went along to the end to go into the last room. This turned out to be his bedroom, well with seeing a large bed on one side of the pair of windows, it was the only thing that came to mind.
He had ushered me inside and closed the door behind him and walked over to a cabinet that I could see held quite a variety of bottles and glasses.
I'm only doing this once Mark, he said as he opened the cabinet and took out two glasses and poured out some drink into them and then passed a glass over to me. `From now on, when we enter this room, you will pour out our drinks and see to the cleaning of them later to be returned into the cabinet.'
`Yes sir,' I replied, taking the proffered glass and had him clink the pair together.
Cheers,' he said before taking a big gulp of his drink. Now you are here to see to my every need and some others that might crop up,' this last having something of a snigger with his smile. `Have you ever had male sex before?' he asked, taking a smaller sip of his glass this time.
I nearly choked on my drink at the question.
`N..no sir,' I replied, realising what I had let myself in for.
`A tyro? Well it might work,' he replied, finishing off his drink and offering the empty glass to me. Knowing my place, I took it from him and placed it on the open cabinet and quickly finished mine to put there also before turning round.
`Well let's start you on your education of this, for that is why I made that offer for you. To be my bed mate and all that goes along with it. The first being that I want you to suck on my cock.' I had now already guessed that this what would happen and now wished that I had never offered myself through the internet.
He moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge and pointed to the floor between his open legs. What the fuck have you done, a voice in my mind cried out? I closed my mind to this question and moved over to where he was sitting and, trembling, went down onto my knees and on placing my hands on his knees, looked up at him.
`Well? Get my prick out of my trousers and suck me off,' he said.