Discovering Jake Chapter 6 2/4/2006
Jake had been given a few instructions.
"Make no lunch plans.
"Wear nothing under your suit.
"Fast after noon Sunday.
"Make sure you shit hole is cleared out and lubed up."
Jake had watched himself over and over Sunday.
The homemade DVD had him hard all weekend, but he'd had another direction -- no cumming, don't touch your dick.
So jake sat at his desk Monday morning doing his work, hitting the keystrokes and trying to keep his obvious hardon discreet.
Every now and then, a few seconds of his female actions popped up on his computer screen, then disappeared before he could trace them.
He knew he was had.
Steel had messed with his mind. The construction man had built a foundation to construct jake into a good boy, a good son.
Two hours until lunch. Jake looked down and saw a spot forming on his trousers.
Jef was chuckling to himself. Jake was screwed. Steel wasn't just a construction worker. He owned his own construction company and had hired Jef's company to upgrade Steel's Workers Construction Company. Steel was coming at noon for a lunch conference.
Jef was chuckling because neither Steel nor jake knew they were going to be working together. Jef had a pretty good idea how the lunch conference would go. He'd schedule it for Harvey's, a local pub a few blocks from the office.
Harvey was family. Jef had called Harvey Sunday morning to change the arrangements. Jef had really expected Max to dominate jake over the weekend, but Steel had surprised him. Jake wasn't Steel typical type because jake was older then Steel's boys, hairier although shaving could simulate that, and smarter. Jef knew jake wasn't stupid.
At 5 til noon, jake headed to Harvey's. He hoped his client would buy his story about spilling some water as he was leaving the office. The spot was more than noticeable, as was his hardon. "Christ, what if it's a woman? This looks obscene!" jake thought.
He trudge to the pub, Jef discreetly following behind him.
Steel had arrived early, by about 30 minutes.
Jef had called with the slight change of plans.
The lunch agenda was eat and do business, then Jef had made sure the office would miss neither man for an extra hour or so.
Harvey's was a very nice size pub, catering to all kinds. On weekends, some would call it a dive and others a drag bar. Straight couples were there all the time, mingling with the cocksuckers and muffdivers. Harvey was the community drag queen who knew when to rev it up or tone it down.
The police used to give Harvey a hard time until a rookie had walked into the back room and found the police chief's ass hiked high and a cock coming out from under Harvey's pink dress.
Harvey hated Mondays. Small crowds and poor tips. But it did turn a small profit and there was the occasional fun Monday.
The pub was large. Harvey had thought about creating private rooms for banquets, but instead he kept the place's odd layout. The office and back room were in the middle and off to the left as a parton entered the bar. The space right to the left was a lounge styled area, then the bar wrapped around the middle and to the back, creating a "U" on its side. The very back of the bar couldn't be seen from the front until a person was well inside the place.
It was here Jef had asked Harvey to seat jake and Steel. Jef knew Mondays were slow. Steel approved of the tables in Harvey's. The edges had large holes at each corner, like a pool table without the bumpers.
Steel had undone his pants so his stiff dick was free and sat there waiting for jake, and Jef. Steel knew Jef would follow and observe, probably not revealing himself to jake.
Harvey only had himself and 2 others in on Mondays because the crowds were small. The lunch crowd usually topped out around 15. It was the midday crowd that turned the profit.
Harvey and a college man waited tables while Hugo tended bar.
About 10 were already there, most sitting near the front to enjoy the windows and light. In fact, Steel was the only one in back and no one was sitting where they could even accidentally see him if they tried. No one knew he was there, except the college man waiter, Kyle. Harvey had Kyle wait Steel's table. Harvey didn't want to be noticeably absent from the regulars.
The bell rang as jake sauntered in. Harvey immediately saw he was meeting Steel.
"You're set up in the back," Harvey drooled, noticing the hairy stud's tented pants.
A couple of heads turned, but most were checking their watches, needing to eat and get back to their own offices.
After jake had walked out of view, Jef entered, following by a couple of young hunks he'd seen there a few times, during the day.
Jef entered the pub enough to see Steel and jake, but not really being visible to either.
"Dad?" jake gasped, seeing it was Steel. He didn't rise, but extended his meaty paw to the suited stud.
"Hi, cocksucker," Steel said, pulling jake in close. "Have a seat. I'm hungry and we need to get business done."
Kyle appeared with lunch, BLTs Steel had ordered and a couple of brews. Steel took note of Kyle. "Boy must be a jock. Tight body and handsome mug. Look good around my cock," Steel thought, then turned his eyes to jake.
Jake was prattling on about what the company could do for Steel's and when they could start. Steel and Jake worked together on timelines and equipment, the minutes whiling away until 1 p.m. rolled around and the pub was nearly empty.
Steel was a 5'2" puck of muscle. He leaned back in his chair, his white dress shirt stretching across his taught muscled chest. They were out of business to discuss and jake hadn't spotted Steel's cock yet.
Kyle had.
He lingered a bit long at the table with the check. Steel looked up and said, "Harvey's got that, I do believe, boy."
Kyle's eyes widened as he retreated to the bar to chat with Hugo.
"I see yer dicks stiff for me, son," Steel said.
"Yes, dad. I haven't cum since Saturday, as instructed," jake said, knowing business was over and Steel wanted him.
"Crawl under the table and suck me, son," Steel commanded, noticing a shadow behind jake.
Jake rose and started to lean over.
"Strip."
The word hung in the air and jake looked around, seeing only Kyle and Hugo, who weren't really paying attention.
Jake started shedding his suit. Jacket, tie, shoes, shirt.
"Show me yer shaved pits, son," Steel commanded.
Jake raised his arms, revealing the smooth skin.
"Come over."
Jake walked over to Steel, who pulled the stud down until Steel's tongue licked up the smooth pits.
Steel spit, turning mad.
"Who the fuck said you could wear deodorant?!"
Hugo and Kyle both turned to see Steel sitting at the table while jake was wearing only pants and leaning down suggestively toward Steel.
"It wasn't part of the instructions. I followed them all, dad. My ass is cleaned out and ready. I'm not wearing any underwear," jake whined defensively, this voice carrying throughout the near empty pub.
"Have a brain, boy," Steel reprimanded. "Shed the pants."
Jake was aware he had an audience, even if it was just 2 bar men.
He obeyed, and again started down.
"Not yet," Steel smiled.
Harvey appeared, carrying a small bag. Harvey had put on his wig and a dress after the lunch crowd left.
"Looks tasty," Harvey said. Harvey was never mistaken for a woman. His voice was deep and his muscles stood out regardless of what he wore.
"Lay down on the table, son," Steel said. "On your back."
Jake did as told, embarrassed that Hugo and Kyle were watching, not knowing if they were gay and cared less, or straight and wondering how a man could do this for another man.
The office stud lay on his back, his arms and legs not quite draping over the corners.
Harvey produced 4 leather straps and helped Steel tie the wrists and ankles through the corner holes.
"Sorry, son. This is for your own good," Steel said, revealing a razor.
"No, not more," jake cried.
Steel started shaving jake's abs and torso, leaving a pencil thin trail down to jake's bushy crotch. He shaved 3-4 inches from the neck to the chest, so none would peak out from a shirt. He finished by shaving jake's forearms.
Jake cried and whimpered through it all, loosing his manlihood and being watched by Kyle and Hugo.
Harvey and Steel untied the leather straps and jake stood, then was guided near the back door where Steel pushed him to his knees and shoved his cock in jake's mouth.
As jake serviced Steel's rod, Harvey instructed Kyle to clean the table and sweep up the mess.
The door jingled as an unseen patron entered.
Hugo disappeared to tend to him or her as Harvey left the bag on the table and disappeared.
"Stand, son," Steel instructed.
Steel pulled a slip from the bag, a woman's slip, worn under a dress.
"Put this on," Steel said.
Reluctantly, jake took the garment and stepped into it, pulling it on. A bra was hanging in front of him when he was done.
By the time jake was done, he had on the slip, bra, pantyhose and little black dress.
"You look ready for a night on the town," Steel chuckled, noticing how none of jake's chest hair could be seen at the top of the dress.
"Happy?" jake sneered.
Steel glowered. Jake was still defiant.
"Kyle, need a date?" Steel huffed.
"Not with that," Kyle said, sounding grossed out.
"Needs a wig," Jef finally said, having observed everything.
"Jake, is that you?" Ty asked. He'd come in the pub, looking for jake and asking the floor secretary if she knew where jake had gone for lunch.
"Shit, man. Yer dressed like a bitch," Ty said, just staring.
"Who the fuck are you?" Steel asked.
"I'm the `fuck' co-worker. Need Jake for some information, but I see it's busy. Didn't know it was a drag queen," Ty said in repulsion.
"Watch it, bitch," snarled Harvey, stepping from the office.
"No offense, Harvey," Ty said. "Man, wait `til the office hears this."
"No!" Jake exclaimed, crossing to Ty. "You can't say a word! I'm not a fag."
"Just a cocksucker," Steel said.
Ty finally took in the scene. A guy sweeping the floors. A bartender. A short muscled guy in dress clothes with his dick sticking out and jake dressed like a girl.
"I think I'm interrupting a date," Ty said. "The information can wait `til you're done, sweetheart."
"Get on me, daughter," Steel switched genders on jake, for Ty's pleasure. Jef had stepped into the shadows on seeing Ty and gone unnoticed.
Ty watched as jake slowly sank to his knees, then crawled over to Steel's cock and put it back in his mouth.
"Dude," Ty breathed silently.
Tears streamed down jake's face as Ty watched the office stud suck a huge cock on a short man.
Nothing stirred in Ty's pants, nor Hugo's. Hugo liked working at Harvey's because he was good looking and the women and men tipped him very well, but this wasn't his thing at all.
"Wanna finger her pussy?" Steel offered Ty.
"What? Man, that's a dude down on your cock," Ty said. "No pussies on men."
Steel chuckled low.
"Don't be dense. I can tell you're not that stupid. You wanna finger yer buddies ass?"
"That's gross."
"Daughter, lay on your back and show your friend your pussy."
Obeying, jake laid back, lifting his legs and showing his shit hole, oozing lube around the hairy crack.
"That's just gross, jake. You're a sick man." Ty stepped back a few feet.
"Finger your pussy, girl."
A left, middle finger slid into the hairy, hot hole, starting a slow fuck, a look of lust covering jake's face as Steel stepped over jake's face and lowered his dick into the stud pup's throat.
"I'm out of here," Ty said, and left.
"Want some?" Steel offered jake's hole to Kyle.
Kyle was a mystery to all.
He came forward, turned the broom upside down and poked it around jake's hole until it popped in.
"I'd only touch that with a 5-foot pole," Kyle said, dropping his end of the broom, which plunged up jake's hole as it fell, hitting jake's prostate when it hit the floor.
Steel dropped a load down the stud boy's throat.
"I need to get back to work, son," Steel said, zipping up and heading out the door.
Jef stepped forward. "Put the dress and slip in the bag. Keep the pantyhose and bra on and get back to the office, bitch," Jef demanded.
To be continued