Chapter 7: The Surprise
Doug loomed over him, a pale, narrow shape blocking the light.
“Get up on your knees.”
Javier struggled up onto them.
“That's the position," Doug grinned.
Javier went blank with terror. And disgust. *Never, never never did i want this!*He closed his eyes and swallowed. *But I need this job!*
“Look at me,” Doug commanded, His voice a gravelly rasp., thick with the authority. .
Javier’s stomach clenched but he lifted his head slowly and opened his eyes. The steam from the still-running shower already clogged his throat and nose. His breath came in shallow gasps. He felt Doug’s hand make contact with the back of his head. Fingers tangled in his damp hair, his firm grip pulling his face closer to the bobbing, swelling cock in front of him.
Javier’s body went rigid, every muscle tensed like a coiled spring, but he didn’t resist. He couldn’t.
Doug’s fingers tightened a little more in his hair, pulling just enough to make Javier’s scalp burn. Doug’s other hand came up to his face, thick fingers tracing the line of his jaw, thumb pressing against his lower lip, forcing it open.
“That’s it,” Doug murmured, his voice rough with something that wasn’t quite lust—something darker, more possessive. “Open up.”
Javier’s lips parted automatically, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed for him to stop, to run. Somewhere, deep in his mind, far from this action, deep in a separate space of his mind, his subconscious had already made the calculation. The answer was as cold as the tiles: obey and survive. Or perish. Endure this, and provide for your family.
“That's right. Now, relax your throat, *mijo*."
That one word—*mijo*— like Doug owned him. Something broke inside Javier then. No fight left. All he could bring to mind now was his mother’s tired eyes pleaded wordlessly for help.
Doug’s thumb slipped further into his mouth, then part way out. In and out again, pressing down on the soft, fleshy part of his tongue. Javier’s eyes water. He gagged again, his hands shooting up to grip Doug’s wrist, to push him away. Or to make him at least slow down. Doug just chuckled in that dark, amused way of his, pushing deeper.
“Fuck, you... you’ll get used to it,” Doug murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the back of Javier's neck. His breath was hot against Javier's damp skin. "Just relax."
Doug's voice was a low growl, his breath hot against the shell of Javier's ear. "You're gonna take this like a good little cleaner, aren't you?"
Javier nodded.
"Get up! Stand up!" he ordered. "Stand up and take your fucking clothes off. *Now*."
Javier's throat tightened at the command. His fingers fumbled with the wet hem of his polo, peeling it off his skin with slow, trembling movements. The fabric clung to the bulges in his arms before finally slipping free. He looked around, where to put it to keep it dry.
"Don't worry, when we're done here, you go home. As is. Full day's pay." Doug smiled. "You'll have earned it. Just drop it on the floor."
Javier did. It hit with a dull whisper, just missing the puddle that was forming on the floor outside the shower. His t-shirt followed. Now he was bare-chested, his smooth, brown skin tight with his own muscle. The small patch of soft, black hair between his nipples made nice contrast to his already hardened nipples, small and dark.
Doug's eyes raked over Javier's torso, lingering on the slight definition of his abs, the dark trail of hair leading downward.
"Christ," Doug exhaled, his voice rough with something darker than lust—raw possession. "Look at you. All that fuckin’ muscle from hauling mops and buckets, and you never even knew what it was for."
He stepped closer, his bare feet leaving wet prints on the tiles as he circled Javier like a predator sizing up prey. Javier stood frozen, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his fingers twitching at his sides, unsure whether to cover himself or brace for impact. Doug’s gaze burned into him, tracing every inch of exposed flesh with a hunger that made Javier’s stomach clench.
"Now the pants," Doug ordered, his voice dropping to a low growl.
He circled Javier once more, his bare feet slapping against the wet tiles. "Slow. I wanna see every damn inch of you."
Javier's fingers trembled as he undid his belt, the metal clink loud against the tile walls. He popped the jeans button free, slid the zipper down, and pushed his jeans down to his knees.
He stepped out of his sneakers and pushed the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. He stood then, socks and underwear and gooseflesh that was not from the cold.
Doug continued circling smirking, making duck lips at the bulge in Javier's underwear.
"Interesting bulge, *mijo*." He reached out a hand, and Javier flinched back, avoiding it.
"Sorry," he muttered.
Doug snorted. "No problem. You'll get over that too." He paused. "Now the rest!"
Javier hesitated.
"Now bitch!"
Javier slid his boxer brief's down over his hips, the sweat-dampened fabric on the front caught on his erection, exposing his firm, round ass cheeks for a moment.
Doug grunted.
Javier unhooked the front waistband and bent over, pushing the underwear to his ankles. He stepped out of them, added them to the pile next to him.
"Wait!"
Again Doug stepped in, hand out, reached for Javier's cock, then stopped. He managed not to flinch before the hand made contact.
"Good boy." Doug said, then continued his reach. The contact was electric, and Javier flinched at the touch. Doug fondled the younger man's balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, ending by sliding his hand up the shaft to the tip. A small, transparent pearl of liquid rested there.
Doug looked up from it, to Javier's face.
"You like this, boy." Javier tried to shake his head no. "NO, no! You're leaking precum, whore. You like this! you're actually enjoying stripping for me!" Doug laughed a short, harsh laugh as he stepped back.
"Finish!"
One by one, Javier pulled off his white socks. leaving him completely naked, skin slick with condensation and humiliation.
Doug’s gaze raked over him like fingers scraping a dirty floor—every inch of exposed flesh seen. Claimed. Javier’s cock twitched under that scrutiny, betraying him further.
“Jesus,” Doug exhaled, voice rough, “Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty like this. All wet, all trembling.” He reached, palm out, not quite touching Javier’s chest, like testing the heat of a stove. “My own little cleaner boy,” he murmured, almost to himself. Doug’s hands came up, gripping Javier’s shoulders, fingers sinking into the damp muscle.
Javier trembled. His cock wasn't anywhere near fully erect. He was half hard, now. Six inches of young man meat bobbing in front of him. But he knew this would be his last day, that after this day, everyone would know his shameful secret.
Doug pushed him back against the cold tile wall, the shock of the chill making Javier gasp. Doug’s body pressed in, the heat of his skin searing against Javier’s naked flesh. His breath was hot and damp on Javier’s neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“You’re gonna learn how to take care of me, *mijo*,” Doug murmured, his voice a low growl. “Every fuckin’ inch of me. And you’re gonna love it.”
Javier’s stomach twisted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, hardening, lengthening a little more. He wanted to shrink away—wanted to scream, to fight—to run. To hide The Secret. But the memory of his mother’s face, of his grandmother’s trembling hands came to him again. He just held still.
Doug’s grip on his shoulders tightened, forcing him still. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you: you're getting a raise." He paused, his own cock now a fully erect seven inches. His balls sagged in the heat, almost empty from jacking off in anticipation of this morning.
"Yeah… that’s right,” Doug growled, his teeth grazing Javier’s earlobe before nipping lightly. "A raise, a new schedule, and a new set of jobs to do."
As he spoke, his hand slid down between the two men, one smooth, one hairy. Doug reached in, between the two men, his hand touching his own erection, pushing it aside, grasping the younger man's cock.
His eyes widened. He stepped back. The 'boy' was now fully erect. Not unusually thick, the skin on it darker than on his chest, almost black.
Doug gasped.