Help @sparetherod "move a couch" in their home
From Create Your Own Story
You select the profile of @sparetherod. The request is to have you come over and move a couch from their basement to their upstairs guestroom. They estimate the job will take two hours and the poster mentions that "I'm more than strong enough to do most of the lifting this really is a two person job."
You and Johnny go over what you will need to wear and do on the job tomorrow and how you will document everything that happens to you. You agree and and feel good about the plan, knowing that you don't actually have to do anything with the guy you just need to get him to clearly solicit sex from you in exchange for money.
Johnny seems a bit more nervous today at the prospect of sending you into this situation but you calm his nerves with a deep kiss. You can tell that even though Johnny is a decade older than you, you're really falling for him.
You leave Johnny and head over to @sparetherod's apartment. You enter the lobby and mention to the desk clerk that you are there as a hired mover for unit 2301. The clerk looks you up and down, noting your backwards baseball cap, graphic t-shirt, and boot-cut jeans. You were careful to wear things that made you look like a an odd job man. You must of looked legit to the clerk because they let you on up to floor 23, the penthouse. As your rode the elevator up you realized how clearly fake the ad was, it asked you to move a couch from the basement to the upstairs guestroom but there was obviously no basement in this unit.
As the elevators doors opened you could see at once that the apartment was large, with large windows that gave a perfect view of the lake. The floors were made from a stained concrete and every piece of furniture seemed to be made out of reclaimed wood, stainless steel, or high quality leather. Looking around you noticed on a side table next to the door a piece of mail addressed to Mr. Alfred Truman, which you guest was the man's real name. No one greeted you at the door so you announced yourself. A deeply masculine voice answered that they would be right there.
A man came out of a room on the other side of the penthouse and walked over to you, standing only about a foot away from you. He was wearing a cashmere sweater over a white button down, a pair of tailored chinos, and expensive looking leather boots. He was tall and lead, with a long neck that sported a prominent Adam's apple. His hair was dark drown and parted with graying streaks at the temples. You would put his age at around 40-50 but the smooth skin of his clean-shaven face made it hard to tell his exact age. Alfred, as we was apparently called, silently appraised you when he say you. Looking down his larger-than average nose at you with his grey-blue eyes. His lips were curled slightly in a relaxed smile.
He eventually nodded in some sense of approval and stuck out his had. He had long, elegant fingers and firm, but not too firm, handshake. He spoke to you in a clear, Mid-Atlantic accent, welcoming you to his home in a warmer voice than before. He felt somehow a bit more relaxed. Clearly this man was confidant, without being cocky. He had nothing to prove to you but still was asserting dominance, so there was no confusion as to who was in charge. Alfred moved his head to indicate that you should follow him. You complied following him a pace and a half behind.
As you followed him he made no attempt at idle conversation. You reached a hallway that seemed to lead to the master bedroom. Before you entered he turned and without warning, grabbed you by the throat, pushed you against the wall and planted a hot, deep kiss on you. You were shocked at first but then you began to open your mouth and let his tongue in. His kiss, like his handshake was firm, but there was a fire a passion there too. He wasn't just trying to hurt you, in fact the kiss was smoldering. He pulled his lips away from yours after a while but firmly kept a hand on your throat. He began to squeeze gradually harder and said in a soft, even tone "Blink twice when you can't breath". Your mind was rushing, air was already being restricted and your nerves were making your heart beat so loud you could feel it in your ears. You blinked twice when air really seemed to be hard to get to your lungs. Alfred nodded softly and, while making eye contact, continued to hold your throat pressing a bit more gradually before stopping. He waited in that position, without doing anything except putting your hand on his bulge. "I could tell you could take a little bit more than that. Was I right?" he said in his same, calm tone. You nodded, you could feel him getting hard and the pressure on your airway was getting you hard too. He then released your throat and cupped your face in his large hand for a second before saying "Good, we can continue."
You tried to not make too much of a show in getting your breathing back to normal but you were having difficulty. Alfred meanwhile didn't even look at you as he turned back toward his bedroom. When regained your composure and followed him. As you did you noticed he was already naked. Out of his clothes you could appreciate his his long frame, whatever his age he had a good body that was still toned and tight. Then your eyes were drawn downward to his long, hard cock, it must have been 9 inches at least. "You can strip out of those rags and join me on the bed."
He waited and then added "I just want to test your limits a bit today, nothing crazy, just want to see if we are comparable. If you prove adequate, you'll return and we will continue. If you don't, you'll get paid this one-time and never see me again. Understood?" Your heart was racing. This was a clear solicitation of sex so you could confirm your story with Johnny but at the same time you had never been treated this way and you knew the pay for even this one time would be substantial.
You decide to:
you have your story and Johnny waiting for you, get out of there
