Call Me Sir - Part 3

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“You’re not selling it to me, Gideon” Harold Osaka chuckled, wiping his fat lips on his napkin, “is this really your final offer?”.

The other man, Edmund Caviller was even less enthused by the proposal, but Gideon sat back and waited.

It was always a waiting game. His father had taught him that. The offer was on the table, the two men pondered over it, and the first person to speak would lose.

Harold looked to Edmund and eventually back to a stone faced Gideon.

“I’m sorry” he shrugged, “I just don’t feel right about it”.

Gideon’s jaw tightened. He needed this.

“Plus” Harold continued, “I encountered a single magpie on my way here this evening, terrible luck, terrible luck”.

A fucking magpie? A magpie was about to cost Gideon this multi-million dollar deal?! He forced a laugh, but there was nothing funny about this situation.

“Gentlemen” he smiled, “this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to come on board with one of the biggest firms in the country! It is truly a fine deal”

“Perhaps” Edmund shrugged, “but I have turned down many a fine deal in my lifetime, Gideon, and yet here I sit, and there you sit”.

Gideon’s face turned sour. The man had insulted him, but given Edmund’s vast empire, he could insult whoever he damn well pleased, and not a single thing would be done about it.

“Don’t take it personally, Gideon” Harold chimed in, “I was always very fond of your father, and I wouldn’t like to fall out with him”.

He sat in silence for a moment. Perhaps silence wasn’t good after all.

“Very well” Gideon nodded, “maybe I was wrong to market to an ageing crowd. I can see that you two gentlemen are happy to stay in your lane rather than look to the future. Good night to you both”.

Gideon sat in his car and punched the steering wheel. He’d been relying on at least one of the men accepting his offer, but he certainly hadn’t expected to be leaving empty handed. He’d made too many promises for this to happen. Yet it had happened.

“Fuck” he sighed, and began his journey back to the hotel.

The young man was in his early twenties, a little taller than what Gideon usually preferred, but he had a decent backside, and the redder it became, the better it looked.

“Fuck!” He gasped as Gideon’s hand left another welt, “I think that’s enough”.

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough, boy!” He snarled, whacking him again, but this time the red head dragged himself off Gideon’s knee and stood naked before him.

“I said that’s enough” he growled, leaving his long, hairy cock dangling between his legs.

“Fine, fine” he spat, reaching for his whiskey, “suck me off then”.

“I’m going home” he replied, “you’re drunk”.

“I paid for you!” Gideon barked, “now suck my fucking cock, boy!”

“You didn’t pay for me! You’re fucking crazy”.

The naked man dragged his boxer shorts up his legs as Gideon stroked his own cock slowly.

“Fine” he slurred, “how much for me to keep going on that ass?”

The man turned back, his eyes narrow and his nostrils flaring.

“I’m no rent boy” he spat, “and I pity any of them who end up in a room with you! Fucking psycho”.

He watched as the man finished dressing and stormed toward the door.

“And nobody likes being hurt!” He snapped, disappearing from the hotel room.

~

Liam lay back on the wet grass with his pants around his ankles and his five inch rod in his fist. He hadn’t taken a breath in nearly a minute and his balls bulged from the shoelace that was wrapped tightly around them.

He squeezed his nipple under his tattered t-shirt, twisting it roughly until the beautiful pain took him over the edge.

Sperm began to gush from his cumslit. He’d never worked out how to actually squirt his cum, so instead, it poured down his knuckles, seeping between his fingers and squelching in his hand.

He kept going. He’d always wanted to cum and continue until he came again, but it was impossible. His body refused to continue through the sensitivity so he had to resign to fucking his hand until the orgasm passed and he lay there, panting and staring up at the stars.

It wasn’t particularly cold tonight, but winter wasn’t too far around the corner and if it was anything like last year, it would be a miserable affair.

He shook the cum from his hand and pulled his trousers back up. He’d been living in the park for months now, but he had to be careful. The rangers came around a few times a day and if they found his hiding place, he’d be kicked out and would spend another few weeks trying to find another safe spot.

He had an element of protection in the park. The gates got locked at eight, and that went some way in preventing people from bothering him during the night. It also meant that he had to be there by eight, too, and sometimes that didn’t happen, so he’d stroll around the city all night instead.

For the first year, he was scared all the time. The meth helped, but when he’d come down, it would all rush back to him, and he’d be scared all over again. He hated being scared, but he hated being sober even more.

He slid his hand into his beaten up sleeping bag and found his pipe. After this, he had no idea where he’d get his next hit, but that was future Liam’s problem, so he lay back and enjoyed the brief respite from the cruel world he lived in.

~

Gideon woke with a start. The events from the previous night remained at the forefront of his mind, but it was the naked young man who sat at the end of his bed that woke him.

“Can I help you?” He spat, and the man turned around with a black eye and a smile on his face.

“You don’t get a discount just cuz’ you fell asleep” he smirked, rolling a cigarette between his discoloured fingers, “three hundred”.

Gideon’s head felt like it would burst. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his naked body. He drank too much, again.

“That’s double what everyone else charges” he groaned, but he just wanted to be alone now so he reached for his wallet.

“Nobody else would let you kick the shit out of them” the young man laughed, pointing to his eye, “so three hundred”.

He didn’t argue. What was the point?

When the money was paid, the man stood up and Gideon noticed the brutal looking injuries to his back and ass.

“Did I do that?” He asked, and the man shrugged.

“Maybe, but you’re not the only sadistic fuck in the city”.

By the time the man left, Gideon was verging on throwing up. No matter how much he told himself that he’d stop allowing himself to get into such states, he continued to do it. The dinner had gone horribly though, so he felt somewhat justified.

The drive to his parents place would be miserable, but perhaps an hour in the gym would clear his head.

He was wrong. The gym was humid and packed, and by the time he left, he felt worse than he had before. He really needed to stop drinking.

As Gideon drove toward his parents, his mind rolled back over the events of the previous night. He couldn’t bare thinking about the dinner, so he tried to recall what had happened with the young man. He hated paying for something but forgetting what he’d gotten for his money.

For as long as he could remember he had found extreme joy in hurting people. Of course, it was utterly barbaric, and it was a part of his life that he masked for the most part, but when he unleashed himself, the pleasure he felt was unimaginable.

Hurting people was a stretch. He didn’t exactly enjoy hurting them, but he certainly found comfort in dishing out a decent level of pain. Certain people enjoyed it to some extent, too, but not many, and those who did, charged handsomely for it.

The first time he dominated someone was mind blowing. He was a powerful man in general, but something about having a naked man on his knees gave him a new power, a different power.

It was better to leave those interests for the drunken nights in hotel rooms however. His perversions in the bedroom would cripple him professionally, so he reserved them for work trips where nobody knew who he was, and so far, that had worked for him.

“Gideon!” His mother beamed. She was becoming frailer every year, but even through her weathered face, he could tell that it was all an act. She enjoyed his company almost as much as he enjoyed hers, and that was saying something.

“Hello” he said stiffly, lightly hugging her, “where’s dad?”

The trip to his parent’s place was exactly what he expected it to be. His mother did everything she could to keep away from her only son, and his father barely recognised him for the first few hours, and spoke only about a man who worked at the company forty years prior, for the last few. By the time he left, Gideon was exhausted.

“You’re welcome to stay the night, Gideon” his mother called after him, though she wanted that even less than he did.

“No thank you, mother” he replied “I’ve booked into a motel”.

And so he had. It wasn’t what he was used to, but it would do for the night. He pulled into the parking lot, rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the cheap building before him. God, he hated this town, but in a few hours he’d be back in the city and back to work, and that gave him some level of comfort, for now, at least.