He Always Has a Plan

By AC

Published on Apr 13, 2023

Gay

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"Fuck" I mutter. realizing I have to go into the store with a face covered in a fresh load.

I look out the window and recognize the store. It's a high end Men's clothing boutique. I open the door, adjust my cock and roll my shoulders back. this isn't the first or last time he's had me go out in public like this or other humiliating ways that somehow also turn me on.

I take a deep breath, and push open the door. Luckily the store is empty aside from one customer on his way out who looks at me surprised as we past and chuckles.

I walk up to the desk and a handsome clean cut man gives me a knowing smile..

"How can I help you?" his voice is soft

"I'm here to pick something up for Mr. Ricard."

"Ah you must be Aden. I assumed by the mess on your face" he says with an evil laugh. "You must be good, right on time and that this is for you." he slides a medium sized bag across the counter.

"Thank you." I'm sure my face is bright red at this point.

"Better get going."

I smile and turn towards the door. I walk quickly out and Gabriel is standing there with the backdoor open.

I climb in and hear the door behind me. I take a deep breath and look down at the bag, curious to what's inside. He's always been generous and this isn't the first time I've received a gift but usually while we're out and about together.

Gabriel gets in the car. it smells faintly of Gabriel's musky crotch mixed with the leather.

"He wants you to send a selfie proving your face is still covered and that you picked up the bag."

Such a kinky fucker i chuckle to myself, take the selfie with the bag and send it

"Thank you for the gift sir."

"Open the small box."

I reach in and see two black boxes, and take out the smaller one, opening it to find a paper napkin. I start laughing, and show Gabriel and he chuckles too.

"Thank you sir." I send the message and wipe the drying cum off with my fingers and lick it up then use the napkin.

"You know what to do now."

"Yes sir."

I take a beat and look at myself in the mirror making sure I've wiped off all of Gabriel's cum.

"Do you always shoot that much."

"Not always, but I wasn't allowed to cum for a week so that I had a big load."

"Not a bad job perk."

"Not at all."

"Guessing he told you not to shower today either."

"It's been 3 days, I've only been allowed to use the bidet and wash my face."

"Well, you taste and smell great, I had to do the same, but I haven't been allowed to wear deodorant since we've met... maybe we'll get to do something else sometime."

"Thank you" he replied "Maybe..." he says softly.

I fold down the small shelf in between the back seats. A crystal tumbler, small bottle and frozen marble ice stones with 2 fresh lemon wedges neatly arranged in the hidden cooler compartment. It always amazes me what kind of random shit rich people have. I put the cubes in the glass and pour half the bottle and twist a lemon. I toss back the smooth tequila in one gulp and then pour the rest of the bottle and squeeze another lemon. I look out the window and recognize the turn we made. 10 min or so.

I pull off my shirt and take a whiff, Since meeting him I have grown to love natural, musky, masculine smells... They really drive me crazy. I feel my cock perk up as I take another deep whiff. I fold my shirt and place it in my bag. kick off my sandals and then slide my shorts down revealing my stained jock and immediately get a strong whiff of the sweat, piss and cum stained threadbare pouch. It's mixing with the heady smell coming from my pits.

"Damn" Gabriel says.

"Sorry - but you know I have to do what I'm told."

"It's ok - I've grown to enjoy it."

"So have I" I smile.

Looking down at what used to be a white classic jock strap, remembering when he gave it to me and telling me that this is my uniform now. Every time I'm with him, unless otherwise specified this is always on. Sometimes if he's traveling for work he'll tell me to wear it while he's gone. Demanding pictures of proof at any given hour. It's one of many of his games.

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