His first day at work started out as expected. Randy had met Pablo at the warehouse right on time, at the start of his shift. He'd filled out some paperwork and then they went to the locker room for Randy to get his janitorial uniform. And that's where Randy started to feel like something might not be what it appeared.
The locker room was pretty standard, a good size room with two rows of lockers with benches down the middle of each. There was also a bathroom and set of showers. It reminded Randy of a smaller version of a high school locker room. When Pablo had handed him a pair of coveralls, Randy went to slip them on over his street clothes.
"No puta," Pablo stopped him, "Take off your clothes and then put them on."
"But they're meant to be worn over clothes," Randy explained.
"That's how a man would wear them," Pablo corrected, "But we both know you aren't a man. So strip and you can throw your clothes in this locker here."
As Randy, stripped off his shirt and then shoes, Pablo pulled out his phone and began snapping pictures of Randy, or maybe making a video.
"Need memories of your first day," Pablo told him, "Not that you're likely to forget."
Once Randy had moved to take off his pants, he remembered the thong he was wearing and he hesitated.
"Off," Was Pablo's simple order.
So Randy removed his pants, leaving him standing there in just his thong and socks.
"Socks too, faggot," Pablo commanded.
Randy did as he was told and once he had the socks off, he went to grab the uniform.
"Not yet, I want you to walk up and down the aisle," Pablo sounded horny, "Give me a show in that sexy thong."
Wanting this over quickly, worried that the longer he took, the more chance of someone walking in, Randy quickly marched to the end of the row of lockers before turning back to return to Pablo.
"Now walk back slowly, faggot," Pablo instructed, "And make it sexy, bitch, reach up and feel your tetas."
It was at that moment that Randy was faced with a decision. He could tell his neighbor who he had sucked off through the fence, to go fuck himself and Randy could walk out and find a different job. Or, Randy could give in to the secret part of him that was actually wanting to obey and please this man. Let out the side of him that was being exposed, the fag that had apparently been lying dormant in him until this summer. And it didn't help that he was once again straining in his thong, his cock hard and nearly popping out of the pouch, making it clear how much this really turned him on. Having been used by both Craig and Calvin earlier in the day only made him want more, to be able to satisfy this intensifying hunger. A hunger for cock.
So while Pablo recorded, Randy tried to slink down the aisle, shaking his hips from side to side, groping his own chest, and rubbing his body until he finally reached his new boss. And it was then that Randy realized that there was likely no turning back.
"That's a good slut," Pablo praised him, reaching out and rubbing his chest and tweaking his nipples, before putting his hands on Randy's shoulders and gently pushing him to his knees, "Now suck my cock, I may as well warm you up."
When Pablo pulled out the beautiful uncut cock, Randy didn't hesitate, leaning forward and taking it into his mouth. He had forgotten about the possibility of a man walking in and finding him on his knees in a thong, sucking dick. He had forgotten about Pablo recording the entire thing. He had forgotten about everything other than the cock in his mouth and how good it tasted.
And that was how Randy received the first load down his throat that night. Pablo had been pretty quick, not taking his time or being too gentle. He grabbed Randy by the back of the neck and thrust his cock into the wet mouth, holding the cocksucker under the chin to steady him and create a good suction. He moaned loudly just before Randy felt the cum spurt onto his tongue. Randy wasn't expecting Pablo to pull out and spray the last rope of cum onto his face and in his hair.
"You can get dressed now," Pablo said once he'd tucked his dick and phone back into his pants, "And don't wipe that off."
So there he was, pushing the mop and bucket down the hall, toward the first bathroom he was meant to clean on his round. Pablo had described the simple layout of the building and called out the various bathrooms and breakrooms he'd be cleaning, ending with the locker room. The rough fabric of the uniform felt scratchy against his skin and the boots were uncomfortable without socks. Being naked except for his thong under the coveralls, made him feel more like a slut, knowing that any other man would be wearing clothes underneath.
He encountered his first customer when he was taking out the trash to the dumpsters. He'd opened the side door and walked out, to find one of his fellow workers leaning against the dumpster having a cigarette.
"Ah, you're the new bitch that Pablo was telling us about," The man said, standing up and walking around Randy, looking him up and down like he was inspecting new meat. He stopped right in front of Randy, blocking his path. He took a drag off the cigarette and blew the smoke in Randy's face, "I recognize you from the pictures he shared with us, although you look different with a cock in your mouth."
Randy was confused and not sure how to respond to this stranger calling him a bitch, or from knowing that Pablo had let this man see the photos capturing Randy in action. He coughed from the smoke and stepped around the man, trying to not sound nervous, "I'm not here for trouble, I'm just taking out the trash."
"I know what you're here for, bitch," The man said, flicking his cigarette to the pavement and lifting up the dumpster lid to allow Randy to toss the bag of trash inside, "I was actually gonna go looking for you once I'd finished my cigarette. So it's convenient that you came to me. Now, why don't you get down on your knees and get to work."
The man was probably around Randy's age and about the same size, handsome in a rugged sort of way, and Randy felt a little uncertain on what was going on. What had Pablo told this guy, and likely others at work, about him that made it okay for him to be talked to this way. But Randy wrote it off to hazing the new guy at work, and so just laughed and tried to walk around the man and go back inside to continue his cleaning.
"I don't know what the fuck you are laughing about bitch," The man sounded more than a little irritated when he put his hand in the middle of Randy's chest and pushed him up against the dumpster, hard enough for Randy's head to bang against the metal side, "I already gave Pablo the cash. Don't imagine he'd be happy if I asked for a refund, so get the fuck on your knees and give me what I paid for whore."
There was now no doubt in Randy's mind as to exactly the real job that Pablo had hired him for, and it wasn't to just clean toilets and take out the trash. He was a little in shock, processing what he had just heard, so he easily sunk to his knees when the man standing in front of him pushed down. Once Randy was down there, the guy already had his meaty cock out and shoved it into Randy's mouth, slamming his head against the dumpster wall. And the man proceeded to get his money's worth, roughly fucking Randy's face as he struggled for air between the near constant cock shoved down his throat.
The man held Randy by the hair to keep his face steady, and Randy was thankful to not have his head banging on metal for the five minutes that it must have taken for the man to unload down Randy's throat. He splashed the insides of Randy's mouth as he withdrew the still spurting cock and painted Randy with his cum, getting some in his hair and on his uniform, but the majority coated his face. And before the man was done, he made Randy hold his spent but still hard cock in his mouth, and he pulled out his phone to snap a picture. Randy didn't even think to object, as the man explained that Pablo had told him to send a photo "for the HR files".
Turns out Pablo had booked him a few appointments that night, and he had given three blowjobs in total by the time his shift was over, four counting Pablo. And each one caught Randy off guard. He had been cleaning the urinals when the next man found him and dragged him into a bathroom stall, making Randy strip off his uniform before he got to work, being pleasantly surprised to see the whore in a slutty thong. The last one caught him mopping a hallway before ordering him into a janitor's closet, again making him strip down to the thong, before getting a blowjob. Each one took a picture of Randy with cock in his mouth, and each man made sure to mark Randy both inside and out with their cum, instructed to not wipe it off. By the time he made it to the locker room to change at the end of the night, his throat was sore, the front of his uniform was soaked in semen, and he could feel the cum caked on his face.
As Randy stripped off his uniform to change back into his regular clothes, the events of the night suddenly overwhelmed him and he had to sit down before his legs gave out. He sat there in just his thong, head hung down, as he tried to process the fact that Pablo had turned him into a whore that men had paid for blowjobs. And considering Pablo was the one arranging the cock and collecting the money, that made Pablo his pimp.
"What do we have here," Randy heard a gruff voice say and saw the shadow on the floor of someone approaching him as he sat on the locker room bench.
"Look, Sir, I'm off now," Randy felt and sounded exhausted as he looked up at the big burly man standing in front of him, shirt stretched tight over the bulging muscles of his chest, "You'll need to talk to Pablo about another night."
"Ah, so my suspicions were right, you are Pablo's bitch," The big man laughed, glaring down at Randy with lust in his eyes, "Well, let me explain how this works boy. I don't need an appointment. I always get to try out Pablo's whores free of charge, seeing as I'm the boss. So be a good girl and just lay back and do what you're told."
That last blowjob was not quick. The boss had wasted no time undoing his pants to haul out a long fat cock. The boss grabbed Randy under the shoulders to shift him up the bench until his head was hanging off the end. He then stood in front of Randy, looking down at him.
"You're a pretty whore," The boss said before squatting down and putting his cock to Randy's lips, "Open up bitch and get ready. I love fucking throat and I am not gentle. And don't you fucking dare scrap my dick with your teeth. Make sure you keep that face cunt open wide."
The boss wasn't exaggerating. He fucked Randy's face like it was a pussy and kept his cock lodged in Randy's throat for most of the time. Randy thought he was about to pass out several times, but each time he raised his arms to try to push the boss away, he'd be told to put his fucking hands down and take the throat fuck. Something had clicked in Randy and he stopped struggling and accepted that he was just a hole for this man to use. That his throat was giving this man pleasure and so he was meant to allow it to continue until the man was done.
The boss had plenty of practice breaking in whores apparently, as he knew just when to let Randy pull in a deep breath to keep him from passing out, before plunging his cock back in to the throat pussy under him. This was by far the longest blow job of the night and Randy was thankful when the boss began to pant above him and pick up the pace of his thrusts. When he went in hard one final time, the boss' big sweaty balls covered Randy's eyes, which were seeing spots again as it took forever for the boss to dump his load straight to Randy's stomach. Unlike the other men, he did not pull out until his balls had been completely drained.
"You did a good job, bitch," The boss said, finally standing up and extracting his cock from Randy's throat, leaving the faggot gasping for breath, "I'll make sure to give you a good report to Pablo. But you can tell him the boss was very pleased and wants a more private session with you for the next time."