Dan was the salesman. He had the looks and the brains, but lacked In the creative department. He could easily make the sale, with his stellar looks and demeanor, but wasn’t landing the contracts. My ideas were always well received, but they needed the salesman. Being closeted gay, it was difficult to approach married men, especially ones I was attracted to, but I decided to ask Dan out for a drink to discuss a new campaign. He asked why, and I told him I thought we’d make a good team, which would benefit the company, and our careers.

It was a tricky local campaign that needed a hook. I’d found it. When he presented at the next meeting, it went over very well. When congratulated, Dan was quick to say it was my idea, and we worked on it together. The owner of the company was impressed, and offered to send us off to present to the client. Needless to say, we nailed the contract, Dan looking at me when he got lost, and me providing the pertinent information. I started to understand that Dan didn’t really know what he was doing, but he was so enigmatic that he could control a room. I was just the non-offensive guy running the power point who knew when to speak up. We were a team. A good team.

We both got promoted, and the assignments got more intense. Suddenly, the pressure was on. We had to spend more time together, and take more trips. I always opted for one hotel room, to keep the cost low. His wife was very successful in the real estate business. But, our work and her work was driving them apart. Dan and I became good friends. He could vent to me, not really caring about what I thought, but would casually make a disparaging comment to me about “how I couldn’t understand his sexual frustration” as I was single. But, it was truly two “friends” discussing life outside of work. We really liked each other. He felt comfortable talking to me, the guy who never talked about “pussy.”

Suddenly, our firm was truly taking off. Holy crap, it was a lot of work. We started working more hours, and, quite honestly, I was doing the majority of it. I didn’t mind. He didn’t mind. When we got a last minute bid, our boss told us we needed to get this one done, as it would be a huge windfall for the company and make our year.  Incredibly, Dan stepped up and said we’d nail it, but we needed a few days to sort it out. He suggested we get a hotel a day before to be out of the office to focus, and while our boss scoffed at the cost, I said “We can share a room, and the cost will be miniscule as to what we’ll make.” Dan looked at me and I simply said “Dude, it’s not like I snore or anything. We’ve roomed together before.” The room erupted with laughter and it was approved.

I offered to drive to the site (about 4 hours away) and when I picked Dan up, he was not in a good mood. I’d gotten to know him and his wife, and son, who was on track to get a wrestling scholarship at a local University.  His son, Kyle, was just like his dad, smart, funny, handsome. He’d do odd jobs around the office to make money, and I went to his meets with Dan. Dan was conflicted on the drive, calling his wife names and saying how he wasn’t sexually satisfied anymore. It was as direct as he’d ever been. He felt she wanted to be “in charge,” and that he was the real breadwinner. I just drove.

Before we got to the hotel, Dan said, “Let’s stop at a liquor store.” He bought some whiskey and a case of beer. Something was wrong. I could sense it. We checked in and I immediately brought out my computer and notes, and he just didn’t want to respond. He just drank. And drank.

“Dan, we need to work on this stuff.”

“Fuck it, I don’t think I care anymore.”

That was devastating. I explained how this was our job and that his family depended on him. I’d just bought a house I could barely afford, and needed my job. He just said “I don’t care. Maybe it’s time to try something different. Or, someone new.”

Aside from my feelings, I did like Dan as a person. Always nice and respectful, aside from the odd jab, which I learned was just frustration. I explained how this campaign would probably double our bonuses, and then he could feel more ‘in charge’ as far as his relationship with his wife went. I said, “Hey, if you don’t want to work together anymore, I completely understand, man. Let’s just get this one done.” He smirked.

“You don’t think I realize what’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?”

Then the floodgates opened. “Look, you work your ass off, and a lot of it is for my benefit. You don’t think people notice that? That they think I’d be nowhere if you hadn’t come along?” I tried to interject, but when I started, he said “SHUT UP!”  I actually started to shake as he was visibly upset.

Then he said, “I need to watch some porn.” I told him that wasn’t a good idea, as it would show up on the expense report. He said “You got a better idea? I need to nut.”

I told him I’d go down to the lobby to give him privacy, and he laughed. “Wouldn’t you rather watch?” he asked. I told him I thought that wasn’t cool, and he conceded. “Yeah, you’re right. That wasn’t cool.” It was a strange thing to hear, and there was a silence that lasted for quite a while. I sat on the couch and began to work, as I heard Dan open another beer. Then another. I eventually said, “You know, I could use some help here.” He walked over to the couch, looked down at me and simply said, “Me, too. Blow me.” I sat silently.

I didn’t know what to do, but I knew what I wanted to do. I said “Dan…” and he cut me off. “Look, I’m may not be too bright, but I’m not stupid. I see the way you watch Kyle’s wrestling meets.” He said with a paugh. I was mortified. “We’re a great team. Make us better. Make me better. I need a safe mouth, and you know you want to.” He just smiled. I looked down at the computer and he said, “Come on, Tim. We’re just two guys in a hotel room. You know I’ll take care of you, the way you take care of me.”

I lost all control and turned to his crotch. I buried my face in his pants as I felt him push my nose deeper.  “Come on, Tim, show me why I’m the one you want to work with.” I took off his belt and pulled down his pants. I saw the precum on his boxers, and he popped his cock out through the opening. I sniffed and licked and sucked him. His cock was enormous, with a beautiful mushroom head. I was obviously doing a good job as he moaned and eventually put his hand on my head, guiding the motion.

“Oh yeah, Tim, show me why I’m the only one you want to work for.” I figured his buzz made him say “for” instead of “with”, but I succumbed to his every movement and request. Then he said, “I want you to take my load.” I’d actually never done that, but I was lost in his eyes, and simply nodded. “Good boy” is all he said before he unloaded. After a heavy sigh, he asked “Did you like that?” I replied “Yes.” He said, “Good.” Then, he slumped down onto the couch, obviously very drunk.  Within minutes, he was snoring.  I finished up the presentation let him sleep it off, occasionally glancing over at his beautiful cock. When I finished the work, I left him on the couch and went to bed.

I awoke the next morning to him saying, “Come on, dude, we need to get our shit together.” It was almost like nothing had happened the night before. When I told him I’d completed everything, he breathed a sigh of relief and said “Get up anyway, and lets go over everything at breakfast.” If he wasn’t going to bring it up, I certainly wasn’t going to. Maybe he didn’t remember. He had slammed a lot of liquor in a very short amount of time.

The day was normal, and the presentation went well. We left the client’s and he suggested we grab a celebratory drink at the hotel bar. Everything was so calm, I was wondering if it was me who dreamed everything. As we were finishing our drinks, he asked if I wanted another. I said I was tired, and he said “You’re right. After all the work you did last night, you should relax.”  All the work I did last night? Was he talking about the presentation set up, or something else? He said “Let’s head up to the room. I need to get these shoes off, my feet are killing me.” Having a major foot fetish, I just nodded and we went to the room.

When we got there, he turned on the TV, grabbed a beer from the fridge, kicked off his shoes and put his feet up on the coffee table. He wiggled his toes in his socks and said, “That’s better.” I sat in the opposite chair and tried to watch TV, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his feet. After a while he started laughing. “Dude, if you’re going to stare at them, you might as well rub them, too.”

“Come on, Dan. You’re out of your mind.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t ask.”

“Ask what?” I replied.

“I shouldn’t ask you to rub them. I should just tell you to rub them.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

“I didn’t ask you to blow me. I just told you to. And you did. And, I liked it. Now, let’s see if I like you rubbing my fucking feet. They’re sore and I want a fucking foot rub. And, if you don’t want everyone to know you’re a cocksucker, then you’ll fucking do it. NOW!”

I stood up silently, and walked to the door. I got there and turned around. Dan continued to watch TV and drink his beer. Then, he held up the can, and without turning around said, “I need another one.” I was confused and aroused, but stood in silence. Then he shook the can, swishing the remnants of his beer. I walked to the fridge and grabbed another, and walked over to him with it. I stood there shaking and he just continued to watch the TV. He said, “It’s not going to open itself.” I cracked open the can and handed it to him. Then, I knelt down at his feet and started to rub them. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. What was I doing?

“They need air. Take off the socks,” he barked. I looked up at him and his eyes were still on the TV. He said, “Don’t look at me, concentrate on your job.” I looked back down and removed his socks. He had perfectly manicured long toes, with small tufts of hair on the big toe. They were incredible. I rubbed his bare feet and he said, “Suck the toes like you sucked my cock.” “Dan, please…” I started, and he looked down angrily and kicked me in the face. “Suck my fucking toes, fag.”

I honestly didn’t know what to do. My embarrassment and anger was fighting with the realization that I actually wanted to do it. I sucked and licked his feet, transfixed by them. Then, I heard a few clicks. He was taking pictures of me sucking his feet. I looked up in shock, and he said, “Insurance,” put the phone back into his pocket, and looked back at the television. He pumped his big toe in and out of my mouth, and said, “Maybe we are a good team after all…”

All I could say was “Yes.”

He said “Yes, what?” I looked at him with open eyes, and he said “Master.”

I said “Yes, Master.”

He stood up, and said, “You may not think I’m very smart, but I am.”  I replied, “I never said…”

He interrupted, “Here’s how this is going to work, Tim. You’ve now sucked my cock, kissed my feet and called me Master. I’ve had a feeling about you for some time. The way you’re so fucking attentive to me, picking up the checks when we’re out, offering to do things outside of work. And, saying that sharing a room is for ‘cost savings,’ which I know is a bullshit reason for you to just be in my presence.”  I gulped at the realization that he was absolutely right.

“I will quit this job, and leave you in the cold when I tell the boss about how I have to leave because you made a pass at me, and I’m contemplating suing the company. You’ll get fired and be totally disgraced.”  Was this happening?

“So, you have a choice. From now on, everything will be normal in public, but when we’re alone, you’ll call me Master and do whatever I say. We’ll continue to work together, but as you’re used to doing most of the work, you’ll double that. I’ll make the sales and you’ll thank me for giving you a job and a purpose. That sounds like a better option, doesn’t it, boy?” He called me boy.

“Go into my bag and grab the file that says ‘Contract.’” When I went to stand, he said “Crawl.” I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I did as I was told. I brought him the folder, and he opened it and took out some papers.

“Okay,” he said, “I found this online, and you’re going to sign it.” He handed me the papers and at the top it said “Slave Contract.”

I was totally shocked. “Dan, I can’t…”

“Listen. Like I said, I’m not stupid. I’ve noticed how hard you work for us, but I think it’s time you do more for me. Just me. Do you not realize what you’ve done over the last 24 hours?”

I looked down at the papers on the floor in shame. He continued, “I see the pattern, and you’re pretty transparent. And, I like that. I totally understand what you are and what I am. Or, at least, what I can be. Don’t you think it was a gamble for me to tell you to suck me? And, when you did, I knew the time was right.”

“The time was right?” I asked, still looking at the papers on the floor.

He grabbed my hair to force me to look at him. “Don’t get me wrong, I do like you,” he continued, “but I’ve been trying to figure out things with you for a while. You’ve wanted this for some time. It’s why you approached me in the first place. Handsome successful guy you could tag along with and feel important. Maybe become successful. But, you wouldn’t have any of that without me, like it or not. I don’t want to lose you. But, I want you in my life in a way that truly benefits me.”

I looked up, tears welling up in my eyes. He said, “This will only work if I own you. The paper is just a formality. But, and I’m being honest, if you don’t relinquish control to me, it’s not going to happen. You’ll be surprised at how much better things can be if I am totally in control.”

“Aren’t you in control, Master?” I asked.

He laughed with a huge belly laugh. “See? You called me ‘Master’ without being prompted.”

I looked down again and said “But, there are things like ‘Terms Of Property’ and ‘Transfer Of Ownership’ here, it’s so much…”

He replied, “Like I said, it’s a fucking formality, boy.” Boy, again. “I’ll be kind and fair, but you’ll be mine. I’ll tell you a secret. I’m not going to get off unless I fucking own you. That will get me off. That will get you my cock. That will get you my feet. That will, honestly, keep you employed and me very happy. I’ve already told the boss it may be time to ‘break up the team.’ He asked why and I said I didn’t know. Yeah, that’s shitty, and was a lie, but who is he going to believe? Me or you? I’m ready to quit as it is.” He paused. “Don’t you want me to be happy? Don’t you want to be happy making me happy?”

There was a long pause. He said, “Susan (his wife) has an offer out of state to run a real estate office. We can take it, and I’ll put in my notice. I can find another job with my resume, even without ruining you in the process, but why would I? You can do the right thing and keep me here and in total control of you, and learn how to be what you were destined to be. Mine. I’ll take you to places you’ve never dreamed of. I’ll get off, and I may let you get off in the process, but that’s not as important to me. Anyway, it’s your choice.”

And, with that, he dropped a pen on the papers on the floor. He pushed it toward me with his foot.

I was so conflicted, but everything Dan said was true. He was right. We were a good team, and the thought of belonging to him seemed so right. Sure, the “contract” was just for show. It made him feel good, and I wanted to make him feel good. I looked down at his foot near the papers. I so desperately wanted to kiss it. I had a house and a good job, and now, I had the opportunity to serve a man I was obviously in love with.

I picked up the pen, and went to the last page of the contract…