Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2011 14:51:45 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Told

Jason left his bedroom quietly. It wasn't the first time he had snuck out
of the house, even years ago as a teenager. He tiptoed reacting to each
creak in the floor that would most certainly awaken his step father and the
man's own boys. But that never happened.

He wasn't a teen anymore. The daytime kept him busy finishing his two
years. The plans had been discussed and he stuck to them. The Navy awaited
him after graduation.

The floor creaked as usual. Even though he could come and go as he pleased,
he still tip toed, not wanting to awaken anyone.

His weekend job awaited him. It was long hours and a job he couldn't tell
anyone about, but the money was good and there were other benefits.

"He's Wilma's boy. I guess my ward." the man introduced him to the others
after graduation. The man he called step father wasn't really. Wilma, his
mother had lived with the man and his own boys. They never got married.
When his mother died, the man said he could stay.

The night he stood at the toilet relieving himself, the man had come into
the bathroom and stood beside him. "When you're through come with me" the
man said.

There was no question. He did what he was told. And was soon learning how
to suck a man's cock. Jason presumed that the man's sons had revealed his
earlier activities sharing masturbation and giving them oral sex over the
recent years.

"Now that you're 18 you have to leave them alone. You keep me happy and
that's ok, understand? You're an adult now and have obligations. Do them
and you'll have a good life, agreed?" the man asked.

Jason couldn't answer with the man's cock down his throat but he
understood. He would service the man gladly not only because he loved to
suck cock but because he was grateful. He also knew his mouth would engulf
Danny and Morris again but in secret.

He walked the ten blocks in the cool night air. It invigorated him
especially after his nap. Classes on Friday ended at 3pm. The routine had
been established. He swam for an hour, went home, prepared dinner for
everyone and then went to bed.

Nobody bothered him. They all knew he had work ahead and needed to rest.
And on Sunday would return to the house tired but available as the man he
called step father required and the secret encounters would occur.

The air was cool and quiet. An occasional dog barked and a siren was heard
far away. The alley he turned onto led him to the empty lot and crossing
that, he approached the back of the building. It was a house really but
looked like a small warehouse.

There were some cars parked along side and Jason knew it would be an active
weekend. Music could be heard as he approached the door.

Bruno was a friend of the man he lived with. He had been introduced to him
the week after graduation and when told that Jason needed a job, nodded.
"If what Carl says is true, you might do"

The interview hadn't been what he expected. Jason stood in front of Bruno
and two other men answering questions he hadn't expected to be asked. And
to his own surprise he answered each of them honestly and casually.

When he was told to, he revealed everything and they nodded. "So which of
you want to see if he'll do a good job?" Bruno asked. An older man, whose
name Jason never learned nor had to stood and waved his finger to Jason to
follow him.

It had been about a year. The work was good, the money deposited in his
savings account mounted up. Even after he paid living expenses, the balance
increased very well. He even deposited the cash tips he received in the
account. By the time he would stand with his right hand up swearing
allegiance to the Navy, there would be a total sum there for him if he ever
needed it.

Jason considered a career in the military. "They'll like you, all you have
to do is what you're told and learn how to do it well" Bruno had advised
him.

In almost another year he would discover if the advice was true.

The door unlocked with the key he wore around his neck. The room was
dark. He was the first to arrive. Coworkers would arrive soon too. One or
two were like him, similar in age. Another one was much older and seemed to
have worked there far longer then the others. There could possibly be newer
workers there too, those new to this kind of work, some that would only
work a short time.

Jason as used to all that by now. He removed his clothing and put it in the
wooden locker. The air flowed across his body. He stepped into the shower
and let the water heat his body.

The towel was rough and made his skin red. By then another worker, Daniel
was undressing. They nodded in greeting. Daniel's haircut looked like
military. Jason never knew if he was in or just had his haircut to look
like it.

He moved past the naked boy and let his hand slide over the round
buttocks. He had experienced Daniels' sex drive before. It wasn't his
decision but it was nice.

The larger room's lights were on now, bluish in tint with red bulbs
accenting various places. The stack of cages for example or the still
closed doors what would reveal the stock displayed inside that would
stimulate minds and imaginations for what would occur.

Jason moved to where he would be to start his weekend shift. The workers
wore what their boss had instructed. Jason fit the wide leather collar on
and snapped the lock. Only Bruno had the key and when he unlocked it,
Jason's shift was done.

He got on his hands and knees and crawled into the wire mesh box. The
cameras would reveal his arrival and availability to those upstairs.

Jason, as he did that first day on the job and every first day of each
shift, inhaled as if to decide whether to stay or quit. Of course he would
do as he agreed. "Learn to be good at your job and you'll be that way for
the rest of your life" Bruno advised.

He reached for the door and pulled it shut, hearing the clasp lock into
place. At that point Jason had committed, he had no choice but do what he
as there for, what he was paid to do and what he was told.

He had a job to do and he would do it well.  He liked his job too. So Jason
waited to be chosen to do his job he loved.