NSFW–Owned by the Contractor Pt 6

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 6

Chad

kisspng-electronic-sports-league-of-legends-osu-counter-l-5af58446033425.6911762315260396220131I’d stayed in my rooms for the rest of the morning. With a bedroom, a game room, and my library, I planned to stay there for the rest of the day. The workers would be gone around five. Whatever they knew would go with them. Then Jace would come tomorrow and everything would be fine.

My stomach growled. In the nightmare flurry of the morning, I’d forgotten to eat. But, it was almost one-o’clock. I could hold out for four more hours, then I’d order everything on the menu at the Chinese restaurant down the street—with a double order of crab rangoon.

I put my headphones back on and un-paused my game. An annoying buzzing interrupted me before I even got through the menu. Mom was the only person who ever used the intercom system in the house. Dad and I both used the wifi linked smart-speakers to call between rooms. We said it was because we were more technologically advanced than Mom, but we both knew it was so we wouldn’t have to get up and press buttons. With her out of town, I couldn’t figure out why it was buzzing.

I paused the game again and walked to the speaker on the wall. The button speak light glowed when I hit the button.

“Yes?” I asked hesitantly.

Tom’s deep voice mixed with the electronic buzz of the system said, “Mr. Chad? We have a couple of questions, if you don’t mind.”

It was the first time Tom had used my name instead of calling me “kid.” A spark in my chest let me know that I really liked it. But, Questions? What the hell did I know? They had told me to take care of the work, but I had no idea what Mom wanted in the kitchen.

“Okay.”

“If we could see you down here—if you’re not busy, of course.” The speaker buzzed for a couple of seconds, meaning he still held the talk button down. “We’re in the solarium.”

I knew Mom had mentioned redoing the den—probably to make it brighter so we had to call it a solarium. But I thought that was going to be the last room. Maybe they just had ideas they wanted to run past me. Again, what the hell did I know.

But, man of the house.

“Okay, sure. I’ll be right down.” I let go of the button and wondered what the hell I thought I was doing.

He could have just let me know what he wanted over the intercom. Of course, I could have asked him. But, they were a really good-looking group of men, so what could it hurt to get another look? I mean, it’s not like they would do anything bad to me. They worked for Mom, they wouldn’t do anything bad to me.

My impulse was to run down to the first floor, but seeming anxious was not a man-of-the-house trait, so I took my time.

Down the stairs, I was fine. Through the foyer too. But, somewhere along the long hall to the den, my nerves boiled to the surface. By the time I got to the door, my heart was racing. What I saw when I stepped through the door made it stop.

I don’t know what I expected; guys measuring things, drills whirring, things like that. Instead, Owen was kicked back in Dad’s recliner sipping whiskey, and Tom sat on the couch with his socked feet propped up on the coffee table. And silence. So much silence.

They both looked me over, like it was the first time they were meeting me. Owen pursed his lips. They looked at each other and Tom nodded once.

“Have a seat, Chad,” Tom said. He had the same tone as Dad’s voice when I was about to get in trouble for grades.

Instinctively, I immediately sat in the nearest chair. It was an ornate chair right next to the door. One that was meant for show and was incredibly hard and uncomfortable. I fidgeted for a second, trying to get into a decent position.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, as professionally as possible.

Tom smiled. “Well, Chad, Owen and I here…” He paused and nodded toward Owen. “Have talked to your Mom a lot over the last month.”

Owen chocked back a laugh.

“Like, talked a lot…” Tom said, cutting his eyes toward his friend. “She never mentioned things about you that I think she would have. That makes me think she might not be aware of them.”

My head swam as I tried to wrap it around what he was saying. Did this have anything to do with them seeing me naked? Surely Mom knows that people get naked. Hell, I’d come home and found her swimming naked in the pool—even when Miguel was cleaning it. So I knew she didn’t have a hang-up about being naked.

“I’m sorry?” I didn’t know what else to say.

Tom took his feet off the table and planted them on the floor as he reached behind his back. “Well, kid…”

I leaned forward, waiting.

He whacked my rubber cock onto the coffee table, and I jerked back, almost falling out of the chair. Panicked, I looked from the dildo to the bar.

CNVELD-DJ0272-00_1.png“So it is yours.” Tom nodded, looking like he’d just won a prize at a fair. Owen stopped trying to stifle his laughter and it boomed through the room.

I froze. Were they going to kick my ass? Worse, were they going to tell Mom?

“I assume your mom doesn’t know.” Tom raised an eyebrow.

I jerked my head once. The movement was so small, I was surprised he saw it.

“That’s what I thought.” He turned to Owen. “You want to do the honors?”

Owen’s grin was evil, and he looked like he was about to burst out laughing again as he raised the remote.

Sound burst from the television. The chair I was in sat against the same wall the television was mounted on, but I didn’t need to look. I’d seen the scene where the handyman tied up the two men and abused them so many times that it was burned into my brain.

Then came the dialogue.

“You gay fuckers don’t want to pay me? Fine… then I’m going to take it out of your asses.”

Owen turned the volume down. “Does your mom know you’re into stuff like this?”

I sighed, and the tension that had held my body rigid gave way to defeat. I slumped into the chair. “No.”

“Wanna keep it that way?” Tom asked.

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