Chapter 19

On the way to Sylvia’s, which wasn’t far, Carol asked if we could stop at the real estate agency owned by one of the regular coffee shop customers. “Sure.” How could I refuse the person who just fucked me so lovely at the tank yard.

We pulled in but upon leaving I noted how going that route would cause us to drive by the Sacred Heart complex where I was just “anointed” with oil then got laid at the alter in front of the congregation in the cathedral. I thought was funny, or weird, or both.

Carol got out of the van and said, “Come on!” “What?” “Come with me inside.” “Are you kidding?” “NO! Do me a favor. I want to show you off. It won’t hurt. Everybody already knows about you.” That was so mysterious.

I got out standing in the parking lot and quickly got behind Carol whispering, “This is c-raaa-zy.” And we went up to the front door. “I have to give them the key to one of our rentals so they can show it. Will just take a minute.” Once inside the front entry all focus was on us.

“Hi Carol,” came the greeting and then there was some giggling or something. She had reached back to take hold of my penis and I jumped in surprise but she whispered, “Act like you are my pet, like livestock, like you say. Like you’re back at that dairy. You know? Let’s have some fun.” I was into that, actually, and I barely knew anyone in the office anyway.

[Brought back so many memories and they were mostly pleasant]

Nonchalant she pulled me along up to the receptionist counter. “I brought you guys the key to the rental you’re showing for us.” She stopped and looked back at me, “STAY!” She let go of my penis and I looked down and remained quiet. I knew the drill from my dairy days and just barely looked up occasionally to take a sniff of the air like I was really just a livestock animal.

Looking down again I noted the phone number was almost faded away from handling and surely the fucking. It was amazing how well the Sharpie pen ink had endured on my penis. I wondered if I needed to save that number for the future. Hard to tell. It could become illegible if I lost my erection like a deflated balloon. I wanted to laugh but didn’t.

“Carol spoke up and asked, “We are interested in more income property. Is there a chance we could go back to the big map and look at locations, current?” “Of course. Please,” came the response. She slowly turned me to again grab my penis, turn me to the right rather dramatically so she could pull me along and follow back. “Uhm,” said the receptionist. “Is your pet... , “ “Livestock,” said Carol. “Is your livestock house trained?” “Yah! He doesn’t poop inside,” Carol replied. “giddy up boy.”

Now the entire office was watching us and Carol was winking at some of the people she probably knew. Some were getting up from their desks and following as we progressed back through the building. I could hear comments about my brand, “cute butt”, “really hung”, stuff like that.

I second guessed my silliness with Carol. It was probably because we had such great fuck in the tank yard moments before. Now she had a sense of ownership of me. I was now being a goof for her sake. I worried it might ruin my reputation as a serious naked guy with a giant penis, breeder of some fame many years ago. But then I didn’t mind thinking about getting laid again. There were techniques I hadn’t tried on her yet.

We wandered into a large conference room with a very large map of the city on the wall. Carol let go of me with another one of her commands, “STAY!” I did. They looked at the map and they discussed opportunities. I just kept quiet with my head down thinking naughty thoughts to keep my hard-on.

After a few minutes I heard someone behind me approaching and it was the company founder Mr. Uphill. I recognized him because I worked on his boiler. He cleared his throat and got everyone’s attention. “Are you looking for additional income properties Carol?” “Yes, interested. Frank wanted me to stop and take a look.” “I can help in that regard. I have a couple of great listings.”

Carol reached to grab my erection, to push me back to make room. The old man stopped, noticing me and he said, “Say, aren’t you my furnace guy; what’s your name? Tom, it’s Tom, right?” I didn’t say anything right away and Carol said, “That’s right. He’s my pet now. He’s been turned into livestock by some deities hanging out at Sylvia’s house. He’s really great -- if you know what I mean.” I didn’t look up at all.

“Carol, you are a character. Of all the people I know I’m not surprised you have acquired your own boy toy sex slave. I wonder, Tom, do you prefer this to doing furnace work?” I looked up and started to open my mouth and Carol interrupted, “Oh he much prefers this to furnace work, dirty work. Now he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty handling you know who. I can tell you Todd; you know exactly what I mean. Just look at him. Is he perfect or what?”

Mr. Uphill laughed and slapped me on the butt pretty hard but I didn’t move because I knew from old experience how to take that. “Seriously Todd,” her voice quieted, “this guy can do me like you can’t even imagine. You could stop by Sylvia’s and see more if you like.” Carol winked at him. He smiled and nodded. “We’re headed there right after this.”

“That great. Listen Carol. I’ll make sure you get first right of refusal on these two great properties. I’ll make sure and you can count on it. I might just stop by Sylvia’s because I haven’t seen her for quite a while. She is so lovely. I love the layout of that house. I sold them that place. Did you know? I got her the contractor who built that huge deck and installed the spa. He is just top rate.”

Carol grabbed my penis and started turning me around as Todd caught sight of that and laughed as he walked away commenting, “Nice butt!” She pulled me along back down to the front reception desk stopping to talk to someone she knew. In her cubicle her friend eyed me over pretty intent and winked at Carol.

“This guy is special. Believe me Sally. I just did him down on Union Bay and I still can’t believe it. Here, let me show you something.” Carol turned me around butt facing her friend. She pushed me to bend over and I did just like I was trained. She was showing Sally my anus as she fiddled her finger on it. “He was created by goddess deities, like supernatural and he doesn’t poop. He was their lover,” and she started explaining how she stuck her fingers in to massage my prostate, to make me a hyper lover, totally infertile, no diseases whatsoever. “What?” “Yeah. Get this. His huge amounts of gizem sizzle, makes bubbles.”