Anne Stewart sat at the upstart coffee shop that one day hoped to challenge Starbucks knowing she had an hour to kill before picking up ‘Tara’. It turned her on to know she was helping her daughter transform her husband James into a woman. The idea that he would be a feminized domesticated housewife fueled her belief that women are superior.
Sipping her latte she stared at the figure of a thinned-out man with a scruffy beard certain she recognized him from the past somewhere. Under her breath she whispered ‘I know I’ve seen him before’. Her subconscious mind immediately put it on the top of the list of things to do searching its archives for it.
A trip to the woman’s bathroom would give her the chance to get a better look. Walking by his small table she saw him circling job openings in the newspapers ‘wanted’ section. Anne couldn’t help thinking how old school that was.
She stopped at the counter to ask for a refill. As the female millennial secured the top to her mocha-latte Anne spoke.
“That man over there….he looks familiar…..didn’t he used to be somebody?”
‘Oh him…he’s a real ‘knuckle-head’….”
The moment she heard the putdown Anne knew who he was. It was one of his favorite descriptions of people who disagreed with his opinion on his national cable-Tv show.
The barista continued speaking.
“…Hell he tried to hit on me a few weeks back. …been coming in here for the last few months.”
“He looks like a homeless person….what’s he doing circling the want ads….I thought he made millions.”
Staring at him further she politely asked for a pumpkin scone. Using her ‘google’ finger she pulled up ‘Lenny O’Leary’ and scrolled through the pages.
‘O’Leary dumped from popular right-wing conservative cable news show’….’Cable giant settles abuse claims while firing controversial host’….’O’Leary Factor no longer a factor as opinion maker now out of a job’….Too toxic, too expensive media industry stays away from hiring O’Leary banishing him to the ash heap of history of controversial talking heads that had gone too far'.
The clerk rolled the top of the bag closed folding it two times with the scone inside.
“Yea he did make a bunch of money but I think the cable news network challenged his payout in court once things settled down. The guy that replaced him is even worse than him…they both hated gays and lesbians like myself…not to mention trans people.”
The clerk continued speaking scoffing out.
“He was also so condescending to women. Remember one of the claims said he was out of town and called the hotel room of one of his young female producers. Supposedly he was using a vibrator and masturbating while he told her what he’d do if she’d come up to his room. Men like him….they always like to think they’re God’s gift to women yet all they are is pathetic.”
Anne mumbled out.
“My how the mighty have fallen. He looks like he thinks hope is a strategy. He’ll discover it’s not….could I borrow your pen and would you throw in a couple of napkins please.”
Anne thought of her friends Moira and Janet and the exclusive women’s club she belonged to.
“I’d love to see him made eye-candy at the Pixie club….see what he’d be like prancing and preening for a woman’s pleasure.”
Pulling out a high back stool Anne decided to sit near him. She read more about him on her phone.
'Divorced three times with high alimony it’s been said he is having money difficulty now that his contract has been challenged in court. Violating his moral clause legal experts expect him to lose in the age of the ‘me-too’ movement'.
Anne knew how much money mattered to the wealthy ‘Aussi’ that owned the media empire. By her way of thinking for men like him every dollar or pound counted no matter how much money they had accumulated.
“Hi Moira…you’re not going to believe who I am looking at getting coffee.”
“Hi Anne…I’m sitting here with Janet…you’re on speaker…..him…he’s a real putz….he is part of what’s wrong with media in this country…they’re always so divisive if they can’t think of a controversy they’ll just make one up.”
Anne told Moira and Janet her plan with Janet lifting her voice…’use my personal number and we’ll see if he takes the bait’.
Anne slid two chairs closer to get within ear shot.
“Yes…you say they’re looking for men…it is a discrete club yet they pay cash ….once they show talent sometimes they can make 2, 3 thousand a night…off the books.”
Out of the corner of her eye Anne saw him lift his head from the want-ad page.
“Well I’ll write down your number Janet…you say he should ask for you….route 40 and Humphrey road…that’s just out of town near county-line road….two or three grand…cash huh…that would pay some bills….you say the opening won’t last…I’ll try to get a hold of the guy I’m thinking about yet I think I he is out of town.”
Anne saw Lenny O’Leary write the same number down across the top of the want ad page.
On her way to pick up Tara 45 minutes later she read the text from Janet ‘he’s coming to meet me’. The woman felt a surge of female dominance course through her body as she readied to collect her Katy’s husband from his new job at the beauty salon.
Driving to the location Lenny thought about how he always hated the name Leonard. His mind drifted to think about how things had gone off the rails. Far from the pinnacle of a 6 million a year salary with 3 ex-wives, lawyer fees, his house leveraged to the hilt and a series of bad investments he barely had two nickels to rub together making ends meet. All those friends he thought were his had long since stopped calling.
Tucked away down the end of the treelined road the ‘Pixie’ club had its parking lot to the side of the building. A few minutes later Lenny sat in front of the desk with the nameplate Janet Wilson resting on it.
Janet walked in carrying papers giving him a cursory look. He could feel her distinctive feminine aura fill the room.
“Yes what is it?”
“Hello Janet…I spoke on the phone with you earlier.”
“That’s Ms. Janet to you…so you think you may qualify as a server. I’ll have you know I expect every male working here to understand they are here to satisfy and please all our women members servicing their needs and you’ll sign off on a waiver.”
The woman went in to the details of what was expected. Desperate for the position Lenny quickly replied.
“Yes Ma’am…I mean Ms. Janet.”
“I expect full obedience anything less and you’re gone. You do what you’re told understood….Off with it…out of your clothes… let me see what we have to work with.”
As Lenny finished undressing a large beefy male walked in eyeballing the man up and down as he stood naked. The broad chested look with a body rippling with slick muscles made Lenny feel intimidated knowing he was likely weaker.
“Hi Ms. Janet…you wanted me to stop by.”
“Zack I have a potential newcomer I haven’t decided whether he is a 2nd floor boy or a candidate for the 3rd floor.…give him a gummi-bear or two to loosen him up then bring him with and show him the ropes….pick out a thong that shows others he is a newbie.”
“Yes Ms, Janet right away.”
Zach took hold of Lenny’s hand ready to lead him out. It made him feel uncomfortable to hold the hand of another man.
“Chastity cage Ma’am?”
“Yes of course he needs to learn in here his dick is mine if not the members….lose the beard and do something about all that hair…you know our women like the sleek look you have.”
“Understood Ms. Janet.”
The two walked around the club with Zach giving Lenny a brief tour of sorts.
“Do you like marijuana?….the gummi-bears will help you kind of lose the awkwardness?”
“Yes I do.”
That was a lie on his show he always spoke to the evils of 'the demon' weed.
“You don’t have a problem with touching or being touched by other men do you?”
Thinking about the money he might make Lenny replied
That was another lie detesting them as a whole he had a bias against gays simmering just below the surface.”
“Good…me and the fellas are real friendly like…we’ll head to the locker room and shower and get you cleaned up.”
It felt like Chopin’s classic sonata #2 ‘The Funeral March’ should have been playing.... 'Daaa-dump-deedump-daaa dee dump-dee daaa'.
“You don’t mind me holding your hand right…It’s just Ms. Janet likes to remind us were looked on as more boys than men.”
“No that’s fine.”
Once more it was lie on his part. The idea that he would affectionately hold a man’s hand went against what his religion tenants were that taught that acting like a homosexual man was a sin. Ironic considering the 'do as i say not as i do' attitude of years, no decades, rather instead make that centuries of predatory pedophile assaulting.
Inside the shower area Lenny was disappointed to see there were no individual stalls. Having shaved his beard off with warm water now cascading down in the shower he braced for what would happen next. Part of him was afraid it would look like a scene out of a porno-prison movie perhaps titled ‘Don’t bend down to pick up the soap’.
“Say guy get my back will ya’.”
Lenny gingerly let his hands rub the body-wash soap on swirling it around the mass of thick muscles. Much different than what he got from 'Sammi Sammi' his weed guy back at university the buzz of the potent marijuana gummy bear growing stronger seemed to hit him as he turned hoping to have Zack do his back.
It had been near 2 years since the last time he had sex with a female. Closing his eyes Lenny began to enjoy the feeling of being soaped up.
“Just let that soak in pal….don’t worry if it tingles…it’s supposed to.”
He’d thought it was soap yet when he opened his eyes he watched as the hair removal crème had most of his body hair effortlessly fall off his frame. Turning to face Zach his lust smoldering with a mind of its own his loins started to stir.
The thought floated through his brain ‘No…not here…not now’.
Zach had Lenny raise both hands up only to see him shave his underarms. He thought what kind of man doesn’t have hair in his armpits. The alpha finished by removing all the hair on Lenny’s arms.
Large as a catcher’s mitt Zach’s hand cupped Lenny balls. A good half foot shorter than Zach’s 6’ 4” frame Lenny felt a wave of submissiveness rise to the surface.
“Now that your hair is gone…you don’t really look like much of an alpha male …. huh babe.”
Zach new the time was right to establish Lenny’s place in the pecking order.
With arms more muscled than a man's has a right to be he slapped both palms on the shower wall capturing Lenny between them.
“You’re kinda’ cute…Give me a kiss sweetie.”
Lenny looked down to see Zach’s cock had grown hard to its full 7”. Zach looked down as well seeing Lenny was getting aroused at seeing Zach’s cock. His buzz getting lift off the newcomer let out a whimper closing his eyes as Zack slid in and kissed him. His firm hand took hold of Lenny’s guiding it to his dick.
“No…you’re no alpha you closed your eyes just like a submissive woman does when she accepts being kissed….now touch my cock babe….stroke it.”
Lenny felt a fresh pair of hands on his body followed by two more.
“What have we got here Zach….some fresh meat …new cherry.”
“Hi Tab hi Jase…yea a new boy…he has a nice docile side just like your cute Jason.”
Jason smiled and gave Zach’s cheek a kiss of acknowledgement.
He’d always thought he was straight yet Lenny never felt more aroused in his life. The 3 males groped and touched Lenny moving their hands all over his body.
“Maybe he belongs on the 3rd floor with the rest of the t-girls. If Ms. Wilson grows his hair …puts him on those hormones she has who knows…. Let’s have him get on his knees….snowball time for him and Jason.”
Lenny wondered what they meant about belonging on the 3rd floor. Looking at the two alphas of the group without being told again he felt himself lower to the shower room floor. His hard penis dragged along the leg of Zach as he reached his knees hitting the ground.
Looking at the hard dick he was staring at his fate. He knew if he sucked the cock his life would be different from then on. Jason, Tab’s boy of 33 slipped down next to him letting his hand slide along the shaft of his lover’s dick.
“Oh don’t you just love seeing hard cocks…..come let’s suck off our masters to an orgasm.”
Lenny tentatively opened his mouth letting his tongue come out to lick at the head. Seconds later he had a hard dick in his mouth for the first time. On his knees Jason let his hand slide down to caress Lenny’s bottom while he licked and suck. Feeling its warmth and the way it pulsated in his mouth was turning Lenny on.
Zach’s hips took to moving back and forth urging the cock in deeper. Lenny started to gag and pulled back a touch before sliding his mouth further down the lengthy piece determined to take more.
Suddenly out of nowhere Zach screeched out.
“Ohhhh fuck…yesssss…very good boy…just like that…babe you were born to suck cock….keep that mouth there I don’t want you to miss a drop.”
Perhaps it was pride in a blow job well done but something inside Lenny wanted to do good pleasing the ‘master’ alpha as he sucked. His tongue wet with saliva stuck out licking up and down the shaft as he stroked. He sort of felt girlish doing it yet he pouted his lips anyway letting them glide along until they reached the head of the penis. Swirling his lips all around it Lenny’s tongue flicked at the special place just under the tip.
Zack put his hands firmly on the sides of Lenny’s head aggressively pulling it back and forth controlling the action.
The first blast startled him as Lenny waited for others to follow. Pulling in his cheeks sucking the penis dry he breathed in through his nose. 2, 3 than 4 powerful spurts came out tasting a touch too salty he let them glide down his throat hoping for more.
As though seeking approval from Zach he looked up to see Tab the other alpha jacking his dick hard as he pointed it. The first blast of cream shot out landing on Lenny’s cheek and chin. How many a submissive cock sucker felt the same? There was a hint of humiliation in being splashed with cum.
Tab’s boy Jason put his mouth on his master’s dick taking in the gooey offering. As it finished coming out he turned and gave a ‘snowball’ kiss to Lenny.
It was official swallowing a double load and giving head to Master Zack Lenny could rightfully be called a cock-sucker.
End of part 3 …