Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2013 09:30:29 -0400 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Born; Chapter 2; Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories, which can be found under the prolific author section at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html and then scroll down to Douglas Marx Growing Up Naked http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/growing-up-naked/ Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ------------------------------------ Born - Chapter Two I pounded the pavement for a week looking for work. No one seemed interested in me. It was the first time that I had a challenge finding employment. I was not used to this. I came back to my apartment each evening very discouraged. What was wrong with me? Oh, god, I hope I don't have to move back with my folks. Maybe this was a dumb idea. Maybe I should have gone to college like everyone else. Maybe... My mind raced. I felt very insecure. I so wanted to be of service to a man, but was still a little too scared to venture out on the mean streets of the city. One thing was clear. I was in the gay neighborhood. Guys cruised my constantly. This was certainly a new and exciting experience. Getting cruised doesn't happen in the suburbs. One day I was out walking. I just had to get out of the apartment. I had done everything I could think of to get work in the neighborhood to no avail. My phone rang and it was the bank. I thought, "Is this Mr. Brown calling?" My cock immediately got hard. I had been thinking about him constantly dreaming of being his slave. "Hello." "Jim, this is Mr. Brown." "Yes, Sir." "Sir, I like that." Mr. Brown said. Another one of those comments that are a little off. "Jim, I want you to come into the bank tomorrow at 10 AM. Please be dressed appropriately in khaki slacks, nice shoes, a nice belt, dress shirt and a tie. See you then boy." He hung up. I didn't even get to say anything and he called me "boy" again. Fuck this was weird, but it wasn't so weird that I didn't immediately walk back to my flat and pull a load. As I lay there, panting after my huge explosion with cum all over my belly and chest, I took my hand and scooped it all up smearing it all over my face. I said out load, "Yeah Mr. Brown I want your man cum all over my face. Oh, it feels so good to be your slave. Thank you for the reward of your seed." I fell asleep. When I woke up and had to get my shit together. I had to make sure that my clothes were clean and pressed. I didn't want any emergency fashion issue tomorrow morning. I wanted to be perfect for Mr. Brown. I had a fitful night's sleep. Even jacking off didn't help. Finally, it was morning. I ate breakfast, showered, and got all ready for Mr. Brown. I did notice that I was getting ready for him, not the bank nor the bank position, if in fact that was what this was all about as he never said in the phone call. I was at the bank fifteen minutes early sitting in one of the waiting chairs. Mr. Brown could see through his glass wall that I was there. At precisely 10 AM, Mr. Brown walked out of his office. I stood up. He walked over to me and put out his hand. I shook it. There was a sensation that I had only dreamed about in my masturbation fantasies. I had never felt that electricity between two men before. It was obvious to me. I still didn't know about him though. "Jim, come into my office for a minute." "Yes sir." I followed him in and sat down. "Jim, I have decided to hire you as our new teller. You will be working with the woman who is leaving. She will train you. You are on probation for three months. If you make it past probation, the bank will hire you full time with the appropriate benefits. Until then, you will simply be getting your hourly wage deposited into your account on the first and sixteenth of each month. I believe you will be a good boy, Jim, and do the bank proud; however, no fuck ups. Now get up, walk over to Sheila your trainer. I will not be speaking with you again until the 90-days are up." "Yes sir." I got up, stunned. Mr. Brown used the word "boy" again and the words "fuck ups". I don't think that is appropriate employee speak; however, I was more concerned with hiding my erection as I approached Sheila than anything else. True to his word, Mr. Brown never spoke or even acknowledged my existence the entire 90-days trial period. This drove me nuts. I could see him working away in that office from my station. He would get up and come behind the counter and speak with everyone else, but never me. It drove me crazy. What was up with that? I would go home and each night I would jack off thinking about Mr. Brown. The fantasies got super intense. I would think about him fucking me, shoving his big cock down my throat. I longed to taste his man cream. I thought of him tying me up and beating my ass. My mouth salivated at the thought of his pissing down my throat and all over my body. Man this was something. If I felt that my teen years working and going to school was long and drawn out, it was nothing to the three-month probation period at that bank. What made it so hard was his complete ignorance of me. It got to the point where it hurt my feelings. Why was I so different than anyone else? He was nice to everybody. All the employees liked him. I never heard anyone say a bad word about him. On top of it all, no one seemed to noticed that I was invisible to him. This big day came. Sheila was leaving the company. Thank god because she was getting bigger by the day and I was concerned we were going to birth a child on the beautiful marble floors of the bank one afternoon. They gave her a big party after work. We all went. Mr. Brown didn't even look at me during the party but for once I didn't care as Sheila and I had become close and I was sad to see her go. The next day was day 91. I came into the bank early as always. Mr. Brown saw me walk in and motioned for me to come into his office. "Sit down boy." I still did not think that is an appropriate thing to say to an employee, I thought to myself. "You have done well. Your probation is up and you got the job full time. Congratulations." "Thank you, Sir." "Here is your business email address. In your account there will be emails about your benefits package and user name and password to manage your personnel profile. Set all that up securely including changing everything to something that nobody has a record of other than you. Here is a note. Read it when you get home tonight. Now get to work." "Yes Sir. Thank you so much Mr. Brown." I got up and walked out. I knew enough now that short, sweet and to-the-point was his way. No chitchat. The day dragged on. I couldn't wait to get off work and get home to read his note. The anticipation totally dissipated whatever excitement I should have had towards being a full-fledged employee of the bank. Finally, it was close out time. All the cash was put away, we turned on the alarm and went home our separate ways. I got in my flat, dropped my bag, and tore open the envelope from Mr. Brown. "Boy, walk down stairs, exit your building. There is a car service waiting. Do it now!" My dick got instantly hard. What the fuck was this? However, I didn't hesitate. It was from Mr. Brown. I would never say no to Mr. Brown. I walked out of my apartment, locked the door, walked out the front and there was a car service. I got in. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com