Visiting the CEO Ch. 02 on HotGuySecret
I sat outside of the drive to the house I had been asked to go to. I didn’t know who owned it, but my boss, Mr. Roberts, had given the address to me and asked me to be there by 7. It was quarter to 7 right now.
I had received an email yesterday, at work, written to my work email address. I didn’t recognize the sender, and I saw there was an attachment to the email. We had been told countless times that we were not allowed to open spam emails at work. I had never received a “spam” email at work before, but I remembered the admonishment. I deleted the email, and moved onto the next. I did remember the subject line of the email: You need to see this!
Mr. Roberts called me into his office after business hours yesterday. Apparently, someone in IT had seen the email as well, and sent the attachment to the CEO. The attachment was a video of a party that I went to the previous evening. In that video, I was blindfolded, fucked by three guys (only 2 of whom I knew), fisted (I had never experienced this before) and finally all 3 guys came on my face. Even though I assured Mr. Roberts that I didn’t open the email, or the attachment, nor did I know that everything was being videotaped, my boss scolded me about having something like this in the office email system.
Mr. Roberts assured me that my job was not on the line because of this, then he handed me a piece of paper with an address and asked me to be there.
I waited a few more minutes and drove up to the front door. It was a rather large house with a circular drive. I parked in front of the door and went up and rang the bell. When the door opened, Mr. Roberts was standing there. I always thought he was a handsome man, especially in the tailored suits that he wore around the office. Mr. Roberts was about 6’1″ and slender, maybe 175(?). I was guessing his age to be in his 40s. In his polo shirt, I could see some dark hairs on his chest. In contrast, I was 5’8 and 135, and 24 years old.
“Hello, Jack. Thank you for coming tonight.” He escorted me in and led me into his office, just to the right of the door. “Would you like a drink, Jack? Vodka and tonic? Please have a seat.” He pointed to a couch at the side of the room. I wondered how he knew vodka and tonic was my drink of choice.
“Thank you, Sir. That would be nice.” I was hoping it would also settle my nerves down.
Mr. Roberts walked to his desk and pressed a button on what I assumed was an intercom. “Would you bring us a drink? My guest will have a vodka and tonic.” Apparently, he didn’t need to tell the other person what he was drinking.
Mr. Roberts walked over and took a seat in a chair next to where I was sitting. Then he said, “I’m going to be up front with you, Jack. The third guy in the video that you saw yesterday was me.”
That got my attention.
“I want to tell you that I enjoyed that evening, and I’m hoping that you did as well.”
Just then, Jeff, Mr. Robert’s assistant at work, walked in with a tray with 3 drinks on it. Jeff was dressed like a Chippendales dancer, bow tie and all. If Jeff came up to me in a bar, I would definitely be interested in hearing what he had to say. The jockstrap he was wearing was showing a nice sized bulge. Jeff handed me my drink first, then gave a glass to Mr. Roberts (I was guessing it was straight whiskey of some sort) and finally took the third glass, set down the tray and sat on the other end of the couch.
Mr. Roberts took a sip of his drink and then said, “Did you enjoy that evening, Jack?”
Truthfully, after watching that video yesterday, and reliving those scenes in my head last night, I was in no doubt about how I was going to answer this. “Yes Sir, although I’ve never been fisted before. I’m still not sure how I feel about that.”
“Good. An honest answer. Thank you for that.”
Mr. Roberts took another sip, and I did the same. Jeff was remaining quiet and I looked over at him. I saw no hair on his well defined chest and 6 pack abs. I was guessing that Jeff was about 5’10” and maybe 180 pounds of muscle. Jeff smiled at me.
“Do you like the outfit that Jeff is wearing, Jack?”
I turned back to look at Mr. Roberts. “Yes Sir. He looks like he could actually be one of those dancers.”
Mr. Roberts smiled. “I agree. He does have a marvelous body. I would like to see you in a similar outfit. Would that interest you?”
I looked back over at Jeff. There was no way that I could look like that. While I was smooth on the chest and abs, I didn’t have the muscle development that Jeff has. This time, I took a good swallow of my drink and looked back to Mr. Roberts. “I could never look like that, Sir.”
Mr. Roberts chuckled, and for the first time Jeff spoke. “Thank you, Jack.”
I glanced back to Jeff and smiled at him. Mr. Roberts then said, “Well, never is a long time Jack. We would have to see about that, but I would still be interested in seeing you in that outfit. I’m having a small get together tonight, and was hoping that you could help serve drinks to me and my guests, and if you agree to do so, I would like you to wear an outfit like that.”
Memories of Thursday night came back to me. “Just serve drinks, Sir?”
“That is entirely up to you. All of my guests this evening will be gentlemen that are influential in local business. Many, but not all of them may wish more services than just drinks. If you agree to any additional services, that is entirely up to you.”
“So, if I say no, it means no? And it doesn’t affect my job?”
“Definitely. The fact that you work for my company is only a coincidence. If I hadn’t recognized you as one of my employees, I would’ve approached you myself instead of sending David to contact you.”
“You know Dave?”
“I’m sorry. I thought that once I told you that I was the third guy in that video, you would’ve known that I know David. He is my nephew.”
I swallowed the rest of my drink. Jeff said, “Would you like another drink, Jack?”
I thought about that. I had abstained from eating before coming here, uncertain about what would be happening. More alcohol might not be the best thing right now. “Could I have a water?”
Jeff set his drink down and hustled out of the room. He returned shortly with a bottled water, chilled, and an empty glass with ice. He opened the bottle and poured some water over the ice, then handed the glass to me.
Mr. Roberts then said to me, “You’ll be paid $500 for your services tonight, Jack.”
That stopped me in the middle of my sip. I lowered the glass. “So, I’ll be a prostitute?”
Mr. Roberts expression didn’t change at all. “No. You’ll be paid for your services as a waiter, although if you decide on additional services, I wouldn’t be surprised if the gentleman leaves a tip for you.”
Since my girlfriend left me, I had been struggling to make my rent payments in addition to paying my other bills. My car was 10 years old and may not last much longer. I could definitely use the extra money. I was barely hanging on.
“I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do.”
Mr. Roberts smile was back. “Of course not. You’re not my slave, you’re an employee, although all transactions tonight will be cash, so you won’t get a w-2 at the end of the year, nor a 1099. Now, if you agree, Jeff will take you and help you get ready. My guests will be arriving about 9.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I stood up and looked to Jeff, who stood up and told me to follow him. He led me up stairs to a large bedroom. “You can put your clothes on the bed. Did you clean yourself out before you came here?”
“Well, I didn’t know what I was going to be doing, but, yes, I did.”
As I removed my underwear, Jeff said. “We’ll have to shave you. Follow me.”
Jeff led me into an ensuite bathroom that was as big as my bedroom and bath combined. He proceeded to remove my pubic hair and the hair under my arms. He checked my ass and legs and said that I was good. While he was shaving me, he said, “I enjoyed that video, Jack. Paul has given me a longer copy on a memory stick for you, if you would like it.”
“Paul?”
“That’s Mr. Roberts. He allows me to call him Paul outside of the office, but at least for the time being, you should be calling him Mr. Roberts, or Sir.”
“Ok. Yes, I would like that video. It kept running through my head last night.”
Jeff stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. He was smiling. “I would enjoy an evening with you sometime, Jack. I love fucking twinks.”
“You’re a top?”
“For the parties, I’m versatile. Some of these guys love the feeling of a big dick breeching their asses.”
So the bulge that I noticed in his jockstrap was real. “Let me know when you’re free. I think that I would enjoy an evening with you as well.”
Jeff looked up from his work and smiled. Then he lifted himself up so that he could give me a peck on the lips.
After he finished shaving me, he had me get in the shower to rinse off. We returned to the bedroom, asked me my waist size, then found my uniform. “Did you eat before you came over?”
“No. I was too nervous, and again I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
Jeff walked to a telephone on the night stand and pushed a couple of buttons. “Could you bring a milkshake up here?” He looked to me and asked if I wanted chocolate, vanilla or strawberry. He received my answer and relayed it to the party on the other end of the line.
As I got dressed, Jeff told me about what to expect. “There will be 20 to 30 guests, and besides you and me, there will be 3 or 4 more servers. There will be hors d’oeuvres, and you’ll walk around with them on a tray. If the guest asks for a refill on a drink, you will get that for him.”
“No women?”
“Not tonight, or at least, I don’t think so. Some of the guys do bring their wives along occasionally. They like to live out cuckhold fantasies. If there are any women, I can guarantee they will be hot.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a young lady walked in with my milk shake. “Jack. This is one of the kitchen staff. Her name is Karen. There will be several people in the kitchen tonight. If one of the guests requests something from the kitchen, find Karen and she will get it taken care of.”
Karen smiled at me and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” She handed the milkshake to me and said, “Let me know if you need anything else.”
Jeff said. “You parked out front?”
I nodded. Jeff asked me for my keys and gave them to Karen, explaining that someone would pull the car around back and the keys would be in the kitchen when I was ready to leave. Karen took the keys and left.
I took a drink of the shake and asked, “Are there any female servers?”
Jeff simply replied, “No.”
Jeff pointed at a couple of chairs by a window, and we sat down. “I wouldn’t be surprised if one of these guys wants you to go home with him tonight. That is entirely up to you. Also, they may ask for your phone number, so that they can get together with you later. If they ask you to go home with them, let Paul know about it. Whether you go or not, is up to you. If they ask for your phone number, let them know that they will have to contact you through Paul. The party will probably last until 1 or so. If you’re going home with one of the guests before that time, find Paul or me to let us know.”
When I indicated that I was done with the shake, Jeff walked me down to the kitchen and showed me where I could pick my keys up at the end of the night. On the way to the kitchen, we ran into a black guy, Jamal, who would be another server. Jeff introduced us, and as we continued, he explained that Jamal was very popular with the guests that were looking to bottom.
After the kitchen, Jeff brought me out to the main room. He introduced me to the bartender and as they arrived, the other servers. The other 3, Pete, Jim and Tony were all similar to Jeff or me, although I was the shortest of the bunch.
Jeff said the guests would be arriving shortly and all of us servers went to the front door. “You are to answer the door, introduce yourself and show them to the main room. If you decide to accept any offers for extra services for the evening, you can use the bedroom in which you changed. I’ll leave it up to you whether you shower before returning downstairs. There will be someone in the hall to make up the bed in case you should need it again. They’ll be watching for you to leave. Most importantly, enjoy yourself. Watch the others as they greet the guests and you will understand what you need to do.”
We only had to wait 5 minutes before the bell was rung. There were two gentlemen at the door when it was opened. Jamal was the first in line.
“Hello Mr. Johnson, Mr. Carson. It’s good to see the two of you again.”
“Jamal. It’s always a pleasure to see you.”
As Jamal was closing the door, I noticed one of the men looking directly at me. Jamal led them towards the main room.
I was last in the line to greet the door, and as I was waiting, Jamal returned. “Jeff asked me to tell you to take 2 turns through the greeting line, then stay with him. He will walk you through the server duties. Mr. Johnson is already asking about you, just to let you know.”
“Am I allowed to know what he was asking about?”
“I’m sure that he’ll let you know soon enough.”
Soon it was my turn at the door. When I opened it, a tall, slender gentleman, that I’m guessing was in his 50s was at the door. “Good evening, Sir. My name is Jack. I’ll escort you back to the party.”
A big smile came across his face. He stepped in side, and introduced himself. “Hello Jack. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Alex Patterson.”
“If you’ll follow me, Mr. Patterson, I will show you the way.”
It wasn’t a long walk, but Mr. Patterson verified that I was new. I escorted him to the bar and he ordered his drink. Jeff walked up with some finger food, and asked me to return to the door. As I was walking away, I heard Mr. Patterson say to Jeff, “Nice looking young man. Is he available this evening?”
I did not hear Jeff’s reply, but I would find out later that he was told that he would have to ask me once the party got fully under way.
The second gentleman that I greeted was a large, black man. He must’ve been 6’5″. I couldn’t guess his weight. He wasn’t ripped, but he wasn’t fat either. His name was Carter Jenkins. I recognized that name. If it was the same person, he was a professional football player (now retired) from our local team.
“Please follow me, Mr. Jenkins.”
He chuckled. “It’ll be my pleasure. I’d love to watch the ass as you walk.”
I smiled at him and led him back to the bar. Jeff joined us again, and asked me to go out to the kitchen and get another tray of food. Jeff joined me there, and told me that he had several inquiries about me already. “If you want to be, you may be pretty busy tonight.”
I had already seen quite a few good looking “Daddies” come through the door this evening. I’ve yet to see anyone younger than 40, at least in my estimation. “I heard Mr. Johnson asked about me.”
“If you decide that you want to go upstairs with someone, please take him to Paul. He will talk to the guest a bit before you go upstairs.”
Jeff and I walked around the room, with our trays of food. He would introduce me to guests that I hadn’t met yet. “Don’t worry about trying to remember all of the names, Jack. No one is expecting you to do so.”
We took our trays up to the two gentlemen that had come in first, including the guy that gave me a good looking over. This was Mr. Johnson. “When Jeff releases you Jack, please find me. I would love to get to know you better.”
“I will Sir.” As Jeff and I walked away, Jeff said quietly, “Mr. Johnson would be a good one to start with Jack. His dick is not large, and he is gentle when he takes you.”
“Have you been with him?”
“Several times. Yes.”
I glanced over my shoulder. Mr. Johnson was not much taller than me, and with what I could best call a “dad bod”. Maybe in his 50s.
“Thanks. Can I ask you if Carl Jenkins is the football player?”
“No. And you’re not allowed to ask any of the guests what business they are in. However, many of them will tell you up front.”
As I looked around the room, there were now more than 20 guests, including one woman. Jeff was correct, she was gorgeous. As I was looking at her, she looked my way and smiled. I saw her tug her partner’s(?) arm and whisper in his ear. He looked my way as well, then returned to his conversation with another guest.
“Ok, Jack. I’m going to release you on your own. If you have questions about anything, ask. Find me, or Paul, or any of the servers or the bartender. Don’t be afraid to ask anything. I noticed you looking at Mr. and Mrs. Carlisle. Why don’t you offer them some hors d’ouerves and see if they need a refill on their drinks. The gentleman they are speaking with is Mr. Chen.
I took a deep breath and walked their way. “Can I offer you a canape, or a refill on your drink?”
Mrs. Carlisle smiled at me, and took one of the items off the tray. “Thank you …?”
“Jack ma’am.”
“Thank you, Jack.” She looked at her husband and Mr. Chen. “Do either of you need a refill?” They stopped their conversation long enough to decline.
Mrs. Carlisle said that she was going to talk with me a bit. She led me away from them. “Are you bi- or gay, Jack?”
Of all of the questions that I had anticipated, it had not occurred to me that I would be asked this. I had not been with a girl since my girlfriend left me over a year ago. I suspected that she left because of my 4 1/2 inch dick. But I would still love to get involved with a woman. “I’m bi- ma’am.”
I was starting to get hard. Mrs. Carlisle glanced down and smiled again. I was busted. “I hope that I’m the cause of that.”
I blushed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Well. I love to watch my husband fuck a young man while being eaten out. Is that something you would be interested in?”
Now I smiled. “Yes ma’am.”
“Unfortunately, it looks like he and Mr. Chen will be in a discussion for quite a while. Once they end that discussion, I’ll look for you.”
“Thank you ma’am. I would enjoy that.” She let me go on my way. I saw Mr. Johnson staring at me. As she walked away, he walked my way.
“Hello again, Jack. On your own now?”
“Yes Sir. Can I offer you a canape or get you a refill?”
“Actually, Jack. I was hoping that we could go upstairs. Would you mind joining me?”
“We need to find Mr. Roberts, Sir, then we can go upstairs.”
A big smile came across his face. “He’s over by the bar. Why don’t you drop your tray off in the kitchen and meet me there.”
“Yes Sir.”
Mr. Johnson wouldn’t be my first choice of a partner this evening, but for some reason, I didn’t think that Mr. Roberts would like me to turn him down, and Jeff had said he would be a good person to start with.
After dropping my tray off, I went and stood beside Mr. Johnson. Mr. Roberts was speaking with another gentleman, and I guess that we were waiting our turn. Mr. Roberts looked up at me and said, “Jack. Would you join Tony by the stairs, and Mr. Johnson will meet you there.”
“Yes Sir.” I turned and left. I found Tony. Tony asked me, “Who are you going with?”
I really wasn’t sure what the etiquette was here, but Tony asked, so I told him.
“He’s a good guy. He won’t take long, and he’s a good tipper.”
I suddenly realized that I was indeed being prostituted, and Mr. Roberts must be my pimp. I needed the money, and if my ass could earn it for me, I was going to give it a try. The gentleman that was speaking with Mr. Roberts came over, and he and Tony went upstairs. After a few minutes, Mr. Johnson came over and followed me up to “my room.”
Once in the room, I started to turn to face him, but he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug with my back facing him. He leaned over and kissed my neck, then started twisting (tweaking) my nipples. I could feel his hard cock through his pants. He was dry humping my ass. After a couple of minutes of this, he said, “Take the jock strap off, Jack, but leave the collar on.”