Need money?

Steven spotted the treasure. He was about the same height as Steven. His hair ran shoulder length, and his skin was pale. Slim, but muscled, he was what Steven had been looking for. Checking the bills in his pocket, he glided over to his target. In his mind, the man was already his slut. He placed himself in front of the man, looked him straight in the eye, and asked: "Need some money?"

"How much are you paying?" replied the man. He was already interested. This would be too easy.
"Three thousand a night." Steven said. The man's eyes shone with suspicion.
"What's the job?"
"You will please me in any way I ask." The moment had come. The man paused, obviously thinking it over.
"How long?"
"One week, then you can leave anytime you want." The man went into thought again.
"I'll do it," he said. Then, "I'm Francis."
"Steven. Follow me." was this reply. Acting casual, he began to make his way to the bathroom. Francis didn't move.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." said Steven, smiling. And Francis got moving.

Entering, Steven explored the place with his eyes. It was clean, and empty. Perfect. Slipping behind a corner, Steven motioned for Francis to follow.
"Strip to your boxers," he commanded. Would this man be tempted by the money?

He was. Francis pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a strong chest and abs. He dropped his pants, showing Steven a tent. Suppressing his grin, he began to examine his slut's body. He ran his hand along the tight, hairy chest, then to his stomach. Stepping close, his hands went to Francis's back, and to his ass. He squeezed it. Even this was muscled. Francis remained motionless.

Steven pulled the boxers down slowly, feeling the cock spring out. Sticking a finger in his mouth, he felt Francis shudder. Now, well lubricated, the finger slid up Francis's ass. He supressed a scream. Another finger went up, and then a third. Unable to hold in his scream any longer, Francis let it escape. Steven grinned.

He took his fingers out, feeling Francis's body relax, then began to kiss his neck. Francis remained motionless. Licking and rubbing, Steven moved down Francis's body. He let his lips brush the hair on the chest, and then moved them down.

Steven took his first look at his slut's cock. It was bigger than he expected. Eight inches, and fully erect, it went into Steven's mouth whole. He gave Francis a short blowjob, and then stood up.
"Put on your clothes. We're going home." He said. Without a word, his command was obeyed.

Inside Steven's car, Francis was told to undress. Undressing, the car started, and they were on their way to Steven's house.
Hoping Steven wouldn't object, Francis began to stroke his dick. Not a word from Steven meant he could continue.
"Just don't cum in my car," said Steven.

Out of the car, Francis let his load out. Two long ropes of cum flew from his cock, impressing Steven. They entered the house.

One month later, Francis was rich and happy. He lived contently at his master's house, sometimes pleasing visitors. He never objected to anything his master told him.