Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2018 23:55:43 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Theo

Theo
cajuncock

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Theo
cajuncock

Once upon a time in a sunny Southern state there was a young boy, Theo. He
lived with his grandma and mother in a small, 2 bedroom trailer among many
other similar trailers. Yes, they were tailer park trash. Theo's dad had
moved out when he found out his girlfriend was pregnant, a not unusual
thing at the time. He was raised by the two women. His grandma made do with
government handouts and the generousity of the good church folks in town.
His mom worked as the night waitress in the diner just off the interstate.
Theo never knew that there was any other kind of life. Most of his cloths
were from the Goodwill shop or other handouts. They did not starve but
neither did they know luxury. As he grew older and went to school he saw
more of the world outside of the trailer park. The school bus would begin
it's morning run at the gates of the trailer park and then proceed to the
"nicer" neighborhoods to pick up the other students. Those parents had told
the driver, alongwith a few extra dollars, that would be the route. They
didn't want their precious darlings to see how poor people lived.

  High school was theo's only look into the wider world. Having little
spare money there was no extra for sports activities after school. Theo
would be dropped off at the last stop. Some days the driver would walk him
back to his grandma's trailer, always carrying a bottle in a brown paper
bag. Grandma and the driver would sit and drink telling Theoto go out and
play with the other kids. Now, like most, this trailer park's spaces were
close together to fit as many in as possible. Often theo would see the
trailer rocking back and forth while his grandma entertained the bus
driver. He never wondered why this happened because other trailers did the
same.

  As puberty hit, Theo was installed in his grandma's small bedroom on a
pallet on the floor. When he heard his grandma snoring he'd get up and make
sure the half empty bottle's top was screwed on tight. Grandma didn't like
having her liquor wasted. His mom would often come in after 2AM having
closed the diner and dragging some man into her bedroom. Theo could hear
the noise they made. Most times his mom didn't even know or rememnber the
man's name, just calling out "Yeah,stud."  Some nights Theo would be
awakened by the moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. Curious, he'd
quietly crawl to the other bedroom to see the man's ass pumping roughly.
Some mornings as he showered in the small bethroom, a naked man would come
into piss. Theo would stand in the shower staring at the hard cock
unashamedly. Once or twice the man would turn to show the boy what a grown,
naked man looked like. Theo would blush and the man would whisper "Hush boy
you don't want to wake your ma." If the man was still horny he'd order the
boy to kneel and then he'd rub his cock across the boy's pink lips. Theo
licked his tongue out to the tip grasping at the tiny, clear bubble at the
tip. The man groaned and quickly moved back, away from the young boy. Theo
had been taught to always obey his superiors, all the adults around
him. This man was no different. These small incidents framed his view of
the world in his simple mind. He was to obey all superior men. That was
just about anyone educated, richer, more worldly.

  Theo's graduation from high school was just another day for him. He
wouldn't go to the ceremony since he didn't have good cloths or even shoes
like the other boys. He told the school to just mail his diploma. He knew
that after graduation he was on his own. His grandma often told him that
once he finished school he was on his own since the government would no
longer send checks to support him. It was no surprise to him. He knew that
the government money supported his family. Without his portion of the money
his ma and grandma would have scrape by. His first stop after leaving
school was the Marine recruiter. The first time he saw the recruiter he
knew that this was the kind of man he'd have to obey. He signed up even
though the marine warned him that he'd need to bulk up in order pass the
physical and boot camp. For the 3 weeks before he was scheduled to leave he
worked out for hours each day. He gained 20 lbs. in that time. He was eager
to meet the Marines who'd escort him and the other recruits to Carolina for
boot camp.

  Boot camp was not easy. The marines break the recruits down to rebuild
them into Marines. Theo was the perfect candidate. He already believed that
all other, stronger men were superior to him and had to be obeyed. He was
the compliant, 17 year old recruit. It soon became obvious that he could be
manipulated. Officers and NCOs found that this naive boy could be used as
their personal toy. Many a night he'd be hauled out of bed and told to
report to an officer or an NCO where he'd receive "special" training or so
he was told. His body was used and abused. He thought that it was all a
part of the training.

  That's how I found him. After two tours overseas he was shipped stateside
for his separation from the corps. He'd taken a few rounds on the last tour
on the front. Now bedecked with combat ribbons, he was facing a unsure
future. His options and benefits had been explained by the military
counselors. It was days before he was due to leave. He'd been given his
backpay and a separarion bonus. I saw him, hitching a ride outside a local
base. I'd been in the city enjoying a sleezy weekend at the gay bars, adult
book stores, and gay saunas. I was on my way back to my 500 acre farm in
Virginia, better known as "the estate". I was a former tech company exec
whose firm had been bought out by an larger international company. My
parting compensation package with the usual non-compete clause afforded me
time and the money to pursue my long held dream to open a secluded, gay
guest house and camping site.

 I circled back to pick him up. Stopping, asking him where he was going. He
replied anywhere away from here. He jumped in, throwing his backpack into
the rear seat. On the drive I introduced myself, Carl, and explained that I
ran a guest house about an hour away. I was short handed since the college
boys I'd hired for the summer left to return to school. I offered him a job
until the end of the season in November. He said that he was free for the
next three days until his final separation from the corps and was willing
to try it out. Over the hour long ride I explained that my clients were
mostly men looking to relax away from their jobs and family. I also
cautioned that I was not an easy boss and expected my instructions to be
followed without question. I was testing him to see if he would be
submissive. He reacted as I expected telling me that he was used to
following orders. I further promised to get him back in time for his final
discharge duties.

  We arrived back at the guest house just in time for lunch. My Hispanic
houseboy, Carlo, had just finished serving lunch to the four remaining
guests. I greeted each of them asking if everyone was happy. They all
smiled with a smug satisfaction. I knew that Carlo had kept the guests
sexually satisfied in my absence. I told Carlos that when he was finished
serving lunch to bring a pitcher of Long Island iced teas and whatever
remained from lunch or some sandwichs to my rooms along with a uniform for
Theo since he might be helping out for a few days. I noticed the winks and
smirks from the four men at the table.  Perhaps they would extend their
stay a few more days.

I told Carlos and the guests that I'd be showing Theo are the place before
we had our lunch. I wished everyone a good day. I explained to Theo that I
catered to a very exclusive clientele who expected discretion and paid
highly to have their privacy guarded. All of the guests had to be vouched
for by a member and investigated by my own private detective firm. We first
went out for a quick tour of the immediate grounds including the pool and
gardens. The grounds crew of outside help I'd hired was busy preparing the
grounds and gardens for the winter. We went back inside where I showed Theo
the indoor pool, sauna and exercise facilties. He was curious about one red
door that locked securely locked. I explained that it was for special
parties. Upstairs by the private elevator we entered my quarters. It was a
simple two room apartment. Each room had a working fireplace and the
bathroom had a full jacuzzi bath with a large shower. Shortly after we
entered Carlo arrived with a rolling tray with our lunch and the Long
Island iced teas. Over his arm he held a long draped robe. Carlo was
wearing the indoor uniform- a almost transparent light blue sarong. I
motioned for Theo to sit as Carlo present our simple lunch of salad and
sandwichs. The long on the boy's face was pricless. I don't think that he'd
ever been served in such a manner. As we ate I answered all of the boy's
questions. Yes, the men and Carlo were gay. No, he didn't have to engage in
sex with the guests unless he wanted to. Yes, the guests often left tips
for very good service to individual employees. Oh and yes, that was the
normal indoor uniform. I explained that his duties would be mainly
housekeeping- making sure the bedrooms and attached baths were clean and
tidy. At the present with only four guests he might be called on to clean
the three reception rooms and the indoor pool area. But as I expected the
weather to be nice for the next four weekends we would expect a full house
for the eight guest rooms. His workday would begin by helping Carlos with
the breakfast service when he'd have his own meal. Other meals would be
served by a catered staff. After the rooms were cleaned and any other
duties finished the rest of the day was his own.

 After we ate, I switched to my dominent mode. I ordered him to strip naked
and dress in the indoor uniform. Without hesitation he was naked in a
minute, his cloths folded neatly next to him. I held up a purple sarong. He
had no idea how to put it on. I drapped it around and on his body. As I
knelt to straighten the sarong I noticed his hard cock tenting the
material. Standing up quickly, I yelled "Did anyone tell you to get hard
marine?" He snapped to attention, yelling "No, Sir, No, Sorry sir!" "Well
do something about it Marine!!" He looked at me frigthened, not knowing
what to do. I snickered and yelled again "Are you a man or a boy? You don't
know how to handle your own body?" I jerked the sarong to the floor leaving
him standing naked, at attention with his hard cock pointing straight out
from his blond bush. Yelling again I screamed "Well show me that you know
how to use your weapon, Marine." As he pulled frantically on his tool, I
walked around behind him noting the way his ass muscles dimpled as he tried
to rid himself of his hardon. I stood in front of him as he came on my
polished wooden floors. Breathing heavily, he again stood attention, his
cock still dripping the last drops of his release. I looked him up and down
not smiling before I spoke "See the mess you made? Get down on your knees
and lick that worthless mess up." He dropped to his knees, bent over and
began licking that cum up. As he did this I unzipped my pants, pulling my
stiff cock out.

  When he finished cleaning the cum from the floor he looked up, still on
his knees. I nodded down to my 10 inch boner saying "See the problem you
caused grunt! Now I know that you've been fully trained to solve problems.
Do you think that I want to walk around for the rest of the day with this
problem? Solve it! Now!" He leaned into bury my cock into his well trained
throat. I let him suck for a few minutes wetting it while I held back my
orgasm. I pulled out of his mouth. Still kneeling he looked up at me
frightened that he'd displeased me. Smirking, I started again "That doesn't
seem top solve our problem ,does it? I know that you've been taught other
ways to solve such a problem."  He immediately turned around leaning his
head on his crossed arms. His movements opening his legs wide exposed his
pink pucker. I plunged my well coated cock all the way in with a single
thrust. He moaned at the sudden intrusion into his guts. But in a few
minutes he began pushing back onto me as I knelt motionless behind
him. Each time he pushed himself onto my cock he moaned loudly, whispering
"Yes, Sir, use me." I soon reached a point of no return, collapsing on his
back. I got up, redressed him in the sarong and zipped my shorts up.

  Acting as if nothing unusual had occurred, I asked him if he would like
to see his dorm? Head bowed he softly answered "Yes, Sir." I took him up to
the attic by the back stairs. I explained that in the high season we'd
expect 8 to 12 guests to fill the rooms downstairs so the four single beds
would be occupied by staff. I pointed to the large shower room and enclosed
toilet off to the side. I returned to the library, my office. There I
reviewed the employment contract with him and handed him one of the house
walkies pointing to the "C" button for me and the "CJ" for Carlo. He was
told to report to Carlo to see if he needed any help before dinner. That
night's meal would be family style and he'd be expected to eat at the long
table with the rest of us. He bowed and backed out of the room.

  The next two days went smoothly without any need for me to intervene. The
night before he was due back I heard a scratching at my door. Theo walked
in humbly. I asked if there was a problem. He apologized telling me that he
had to be back on base by midnight so he could complete his final tasks and
paperwork before his discharge. I was annoyed but told him to get his
things and meet me at the front door. I found him waiting by the door.
There was silence between us as we walked out. Once in the car I handed him
his pay envelop, inside was my card with my cell number. If he wanted to
come back to work he should call me an hour before I needed to pick him up
at the main gate. He reached over to grab my arm to tell me "Expect my call
tommorrow." I felt his hand rub my crotch. I knew that he's be my obdient
boy.

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