“Knees,” is all he said.
I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“I thought I would get to know you a little better today, faggot. I want to know why you are the way you are,” he stated.
I nodded my head in agreement.
“Good. Are you a homophobe? Do you hate gay people?”
“No, Sir. Why would you ask that?” I responded in shock.
“Well, you told me you’re straight, even after exhibiting behavior that would suggest otherwise. And you are clearly responsive to being called a faggot.”
“No, Sir.” I responded. “I do consider myself straight. And I’m not a homophobe and don’t have anything against gay people. I guess faggot just seems like the right term for me since I’m always the sub, taking the cock and doing as I’m told.”
“OK. But straight guys don’t love cock the way you do,” he said. “Just to point out the obvious, I bet the you have have sucked more cocks than the number of girls you have kissed in your life. Am I right, faggot?”
I didn’t even need to think about the answer. “Yes, Sir.” I responded and looked down at the floor.
He stood up and took off his pants and underwear.
“And the number of men who have fucked you is higher than the number of women you have fucked, right faggot?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took a step forward so his still flaccid cock was right in my face. His cock had that mid-day smell. Not fresh out of the shower, but just, how does one describe it? It just smelled like man.
I instinctively opened my mouth and took his cock into it.
“Now, just so you understand. The answers you gave to my questions, and your response to a cock getting close to your face proves that you are gay. Agreed?”
I pulled my mouth off his hardening cock to answer.
“No, Sir.” I said.
“I’m not attracted to men, so I’m straight. I just love cock, Sir.”
Then I moved my mouth back over his cock.
“Ha! Good try, but you’re definitely gay. And I still think you’re a homophobe, so I’m going to make sure you spend some time with a bunch of gay men so you can make appropriate reparations and change your attitude.”
“Now, let’s talk about your exhibitionist and submissive tendencies,” he siad.
“Stop sucking my cock so we can have a conversation, faggot. Sit back on your heals and clasp your hands behind your back so I can see you better,” he ordered.
I reluctantly stopped sucking his cock that was now rock hard and sat back. I was here for his cock and wasn’t interested in exploring why.
“When did you become an exhibitionist?”
“I’m not sure I’m an exhibitionist, Sir. I just like to be naked,” I responded.
“When did you notice that you like to be naked more than other people?”
“Probably during college, Sir.”
“Why do you think you like being naked so much?”
“I don’t know Sir. Probably because I have a decent body and I’ve always been more interested in and focused on sex than most other people. Being naked is just very sexual to me.”
“Have you been caught being naked in inappropriate places or situations?”
“Not until this week with you, Sir. I’m usually very careful.”
“But you enjoyed being displayed at the health club this week, didn’t you faggot?”
“I guess, Sir,” I answered.
“Where else have you been naked and on display that you shouldn’t have, faggot?
“Well, I’m often naked in my office and other common areas at work. I’ve driven down the highway with my pants down while stroking my cock. And I’ve been fully naked in numerous public bathrooms and changing rooms at stores when I wanted to stroke my cock, Sir.”
“Don’t forget what you told me the other day. That you get fully naked in the video booths at adult bookstores when you are sucking strangers cocks,” he said with a grin.
“Yes, Sir. I guess that is the only place where I very much want to be seen naked.”
“Would you like to suck my cock again, faggot.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered and started moving toward him.
“Not so fast,” he said as he held out his hand to block my head.
“I ordered something for you and received a notification this morning that it has arrived. It’s in our mail room on the first floor. I want you to go get it for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I got up and walked over to the bag I had left by the front door with my clothes in it. I opened the bag to start getting dressed.
“What do you think you’re doing, faggot?” he said from across the room.
“Getting dressed so I can get your package, Sir.”
“No need to get dressed. Go as you are. You can take the stairs down and you’ll find the mail room across the hall from the door to the stairs,” he explained.
“But, Sir…” I started to protest before he cut me off.
“Go!” he demanded. “And take your phone. I want you to stop on the fifth floor landing and take a selfie that shows where you are. Take another selfie in the mail room. Send them to me as soon as you take them. And your cock better be hard in both of the pictures, faggot.”
I grabbed my phone and opened the door. Before stepping through the doorway I leaned out and looked down the hallway. I didn’t see anybody, so I walked out and shut the door behind myself. I looked around, trying to find the stairway, and noticed an exit sign at the other end of the hall. All my senses were on high alert as I hurried down the hallway and rushed through the door below the exit sign.
Once through the door I stopped and listened. To my relief, I didn’t hear any noise. I relaxed a bit as I realized there wasn’t any reason people would use the stairway in a nice building like this. I hustled down the stairs, feeling the cold concrete on my bare feet. When I saw the sign above the door for the fifth floor I stopped and quickly took a selfie. But as I examined the picture I saw that I was too close and couldn’t get my face, cock, and the door sign in the picture, and my cock wasn’t fully hard. I would have to put my phone further away and set a timer. I fiddled with my phone a bit trying to figure out how to set the timer, then set my phone on the stairs facing the door with the sign next to it. When I finally got the phone set up I realized I still wasn’t ready for the pic because my cock wasn’t fully hard. So I kneeled in front of the doorway, closed my eyes, and tried to get hard. Being naked and on my knees, it was easy to imagine myself in the same position at an adult bookstore booth. As usual, that did the trick and my cock quickly rose to full hardness.
Now that I was hard, I was ready for the picture. I got up and pushed the button on the phone to start the timer. I saw it start counting down from ten as I hurried back onto my knees and smiled at the camera. With a few seconds left I heard a door close and the voices of two women talking to each other. The smile left my face, but I stayed in position for the pictures. Then I quickly grabbed the camera and tried to figure out where the women were. They were still talking and I could tell they were walking up the stairs towards me. With no other choice, I walked through the door on the fifth floor into the hallway and waited out of sight. Even with the door closed, I could hear the women talking. They were getting closer. I waited anxiously, hoping they wouldn’t leave the stairway on this floor. A minute later the voices started to fade and I figured the women had walked past the fifth floor. I slowly opened the door and listened. They were now higher up in the stairway, so I walked back into the stair well and quickly sent the picture to Walter as I continued my descent of the stairs.