Come with me Carl demanded when he was nose to nose with Myron. He
grabbed Myron by the t-shirt and twisted it and pulled him like it was
a leash.
But .. Wait .. What ..
Don't talk just come boy. Myron had never been so submissive but
something in this man's tone made him want to follow him.
Myron and Carl headed out and to a golden coral.
Sit here Carl demanded. And in minutes he returned with a couple
plates piled full of potatoes and meats and all sorts of starches.
Go ahead and start eating.
Carl sat down across from Myron and started quizzing Myron as Myron
dug into one of the plates. Myron noticed that Carl wasn't eating. Go
ahead he said to Carl.
You don't tell me what to do boy.
My name is Myron.
YOUR NAME IS BOY! This was almost comical to Myron seeing as he was
about 5 years older than Carl but Carl was able to make this stick.
Myron's mind wanted him to get up and leave. He had never been treated
like this before.
So tell me about yourself Boy.
Well I work at Gold's gym. I am a trainer. Myron offered betweens
bites. My boyfriend works at an investment firm. And I have one
younger brother that I see very rarely. No Parents.
OK. Where can we find your boyfriend now. Carl had replaces the empty
plates with two more piled high.
He is at work. But he will be at the gym in a couple hours.
OK. We have time then.
For what?
To get to know each other.
Carl sat and asked question after question as Myron piled in the
plates. Getting painfully stuffed. It was about the 9th plate when
Myron finally had enough and just stopped.
OK stand up boy Carl said. And Myron did as instructed and saw his
belly poking out from the bottom of the t-shirt.
Looks good. Carl said. Get in the car.
Carl and Myron went off to his gym where they found Myron's boyfriend.
Myron introduced Carl to his boyfriend Herbert and Carl said ok tell
him you and he are breaking up. Myron and Herbert looked at Carl but
Myron did as he was instructed telling Herbert that he had found his
life mate and that he just knew that this was what he truly wanted.
You can't be serious. We have been together 5 years.
Well I was just going through the motions. I like you and hope that we
can be friends but I am just not in love with you. I am in love with
Carl. I have never been so in love with anyone before.
Herbert was screeching in the gym about the break up and Carl just
told him to get over it. This was the way it was going to be. Carl
took Myron by the shirt like he had when they left the bar where he
went into the gym offices and made Myron quit his job as trainer.
Making the demand like he had with Myron's boyfriend and Myron
complied.
What now? I don't have a boyfriend and I don't have a job.
You don't need a boyfriend. Carl said sternly. You are my boy. And as
for a job you have one I own a chain of stores including Dunkin
Donuts, Ci Ci's Pizza and Burger King.
You will work at them for me.
But those places are nasty.
You will do as you are told and you will like it.
There was just something about this man that made him want to do as he
was told. It felt right to him.
Your schedule is this. In the morning you will get up and make
breakfast. If you don't do it right you will be scolded and severely
disciplined. At which time you will go to the donut shop to work.
You will meet me for lunch and then work at Ci Ci's or Burger King in
the afternoon.
I will have your schedule made in the morning and which shop you will
go to will be posted. My managers will be instructed on your duties
and if you displease them you will displease me. DON"T DISPLEASE ME!
When you finish with your afternoon work you will come home and then
you will have duties here.
Carl and Myron went back to Carl's place and Myron asked about picking
up his stuff at Herbert's.
You don't need them I will provide everything you need. And Herbert
had already gone home and tossed everything Myron had out into the
street anyway.
Herbert got depressed and lost interest in working out and soon became
pear shaped working mostly.
When Myron got up in the morning he looked in the fridge and made a
very sensible meal of scrambled eggs, whites only, and some toast.
When Carl got up and saw the breakfast he was furious. This is what
you make for breakfast? This isn't enough for a growing boy.
Ok we don't have much time before you have to be in to work so eat up
and I am going to make some more and will leave you with breakfast
instructions since you can't even do that right.
Myron ate while Carl cooked and came and sat a platter of pancakes
down in front of Myron dripping in butter and syrup. EAT UP BOY!
Myron started to pick off a few and Carl became more insistent. EAT UP
NOW!
Myron started shoveling bite after bite in until the stacks were gone.
He was stuffed.
OK NOW I AM GOING TO DROP YOU OFF AT WORK.
Carl Strutted into the Donut shop and had a talk with the manager
while Myron was considering why he was dressed in some daisy dukes and
a wife beater. When Carl returned he told Myron that the manager would
be reporting to Carl during the day on Myron's progress. Since you
have never worked at a shop like this you will need to learn the
products. I will be back to pick you up for lunch and off to your next
job. Do as your told.
Carl left Myron standing there when the manager came up with a tray of
their donuts and a pot of coffee heavy with cream. OK Myron is it? Sit
down here and lets start you learning the products. He sat the stuffed
jock down and said eat up. Carl said you could finish this up easily.
Myron didn't want to do it but he did as he was told and sat and ate
each donut. And an hour later he had finished and the manager replaced
them with a new variety.
When Carl returned for lunch Myron was so stuffed and showing stress
marks on his belly.
OK lunch time I bet your ready for a break from work.
Myron just rolled his eyes and they went off to have lunch and Myron
stuffed himself even more then. When they stopped off at Ci Ci's he
was so stuffed but Carl repeated his instructions to the manager there
and he was off. Myron learning the products there.
When Carl returned to pick up the jock he noticed that the boy's daisy
dukes were unbuttoned and his shirt was riding up.
Good boy.