The Security Agency Ch. 01

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF CHINO ESTACIO

That day was just another ordinary shift for security personnel Chino Estacio.

If he wasn't assigned somewhere special, his usual post was an office building where he spent his hours patrolling the basement parking area. For eight straight hours, he'd walk his rounds--alert, observant, guarding cars that weren't even his.

He wore the standard security guard uniform: a fitted white long-sleeved shirt made of thick, slightly glossy fabric, decorated with insignias. Dark blue gabardine slacks. Shiny black leather shoes. A blue security cap. Around his belt were handcuffs, a whistle, a flashlight, a baton, and a gun.

The uniform clung to Chino's body in all the right ways, subtly revealing his masculine frame. His chest was broad and firm, his arms swelling against the snug sleeves of his shirt. His stomach was flat above his beltline. The slacks hugged his thick, tree-trunk thighs. His glutes formed a noticeable bulge beneath the fabric, and in front--well, there was no hiding the generous outline between his legs.

After finishing his morning rounds, he settled behind his tall desk and began jotting notes in the logbook.

He glanced toward the elevator when its doors slid open. Two women in office uniforms stepped out and walked straight toward him.

"Yes, ma'am? How may I help you today?" he greeted them politely as they reached his desk.

The woman on the right lifted a plastic bag. "Chino, this is from Madam Patty upstairs. It's some extra food from the pancit we served earlier for one of the employees' birthday."

Chino raised his palms, a bit embarrassed. "Oh... that's very kind, but I really don't want to impose."

She placed the styrofoam container on his desk. "Nonsense, Chino. Just take it. No one else is going to eat it. And Madam Patty will get mad if you refuse."

He nodded with a sheepish smile. "Alright then. Please thank Ms. Patty for me."

The woman on the left leaned her elbow on the desk and gave him a teasing look. "Chino, are you married?"

He shook his head. "No, ma'am."

"How about a girlfriend?" she pressed.

"None either. Courtship's too expensive," he replied.

"Really now?" she said with a flirty lilt. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four, ma'am."

The woman on the right gave him a playful tap on the shoulder. "Maybe you should go for Madam Patty! She totally has a crush on you. Sure, she's four years older, but she doesn't even look it."

"Exactly," the one on the left chimed in. "And she really needs a love life--maybe then she'll stop snapping at us in the office."

Chino scratched his head, chuckling nervously. "Ah, I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I want to finish supporting my younger siblings' education first before I think about dating."

"So idealistic," the woman on the left said, pretending to swoon. "You just got ten times more attractive. If I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd totally go after you myself."

His face flushed. "Haha, I'm just a security guard, ma'am. I wouldn't be able to provide for someone like you."

"Well then, I'll provide for you," she shot back with a wink and a peace sign. "Just kidding!"

"Okay, Chino, we're heading back up now--before my shameless friend here jumps you. Just know that I'd totally support you if you ever decide to make a move on Madam Patty."

With that, the two women left.

Chino couldn't help but grin to himself. Good to know he still had that effect on women.

He took the styrofoam out of the plastic and opened it. Inside were pancit noodles, lumpiang shanghai, and a couple of chicken lollipops. Looked like he'd be saving money on lunch today--he'd only need to buy some rice. At least that meant he could send a bit more money back to his family in Romblon.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed his mother.

"Nay... Hello..."

"Chino! What a pleasant surprise. How are you, anak?"

"I'm good, Nay. How about you?"

"We're fine. Both your younger brothers made the honor roll this term."

A smile lit up his face. "That's great news. Did you receive the money I sent?"

"Yes, anak. But you sent so much! Are you sure you're really just working security? You're not doing anything shady, are you?"

Chino laughed. "Of course not, Nay. It's all just tips from work. Sometimes I do plumbing or appliance repairs during my day off," he added, lying through his teeth. "And even without a dad around, you raised me right. I wouldn't get involved in drugs or anything like that."

"That's true... Sorry for worrying. I just miss you so much. It's almost been a year since you left. When are you coming back?"

"Soon, Nay. I promise..." He bit his lip. "I miss you all so much, too..."

"We'll be right here waiting for you."

"Thanks, Nay. I'll call again soon."

And the call ended.

Every time Chino spoke to his mother, he felt that bittersweet mix of joy and longing.

Just then, his work phone--kept in a different pocket--began to ring.

A new message flashed on the screen.

Chino swallowed hard when he saw who it was from.

Sir Andres: be at my place tonight

His heart thudded in his chest.

--

After clocking out of work at six in the evening, Chino headed straight to the condominium where he was staying. He first went to his studio unit to change clothes, then proceeded to the condo gym.

He stayed in the gym for an hour lifting weights. He carefully and diligently maintained not only his body's strength but also its form. He knew it was important for him to look strong and well-built for the job he chose--and the job that had chosen him.

That night, there were many others at the gym who complimented his physique. He also taught them the proper form and style in lifting--techniques he had learned from his colleagues at work. He was working out alongside his fellow special security guards from their agency. They caught up with one another about life and work.

After spending more than an hour in the gym, he returned to his unit. He made himself a protein shake.

While drinking the chocolate-flavored shake, he wondered what more meaningful things he could be buying with the thousands of pesos that this specialized powder cost--powder that helped speed up his muscle growth.

If he added up the cost of the protein shakes and the supplements he took to keep his body in perfect form, he figured he could probably buy a smartphone every month.

But he wasn't the one paying for them.

His job provided them regularly to ensure that his body stayed in shape and in top condition.

After drinking and eating a bit of sweet potato and tofu, he brushed his teeth. He removed his workout clothes and took a shower.

As he scrubbed himself with soap, he enjoyed the feeling of his pumped-up muscles. This was the best shape his body had been in since he moved to Manila.

The post-gym heat still lingered in his body, and he knew he'd put that heat to use later.

He scrubbed his skin thoroughly, making sure he was clean and smelled fresh. After rinsing off, he grabbed the large towel hanging on the bathroom wall and dried himself with it.

Before leaving the bathroom, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Once again, his muscles were bulging, and his cuts were defined. Fortunately, all that didn't take away from his face.

Chino's skin tone was somewhere between mestizo and brown. His eyes were slightly narrow and almond-shaped, a feature he got from his Korean tourist father who had impregnated his mother.

His jawline was prominent. His hair was short and jet black.

When he smiled, he had a pleasant, friendly face--but when he wore a neutral expression or frowned, he looked tough and intimidating.

That's why the job suited him--working security required just the right balance of charm and intimidation for anyone who might pose a threat.

He was at the peak of his youth and maturity as a young adult male.

He sighed.

The night was far from over.

--

Chino knocked on the door of Unit 7D.

It opened, revealing a man as tall as he was--both standing at 5'11". The man wore black slacks and a white, long-sleeved barong-style shirt. The thin, almost translucent fabric clung to the contours of his body, revealing the ridges of his arm muscles, the swell of his chest, and even the tight outlines of his six-pack. His pants hugged his thighs and hips. He had a buzz cut and brown skin, and even at forty years old, he carried a kind of commanding virility that outshined men much younger than him.

Chino saluted. "Sir."

The man saluted back. "Come in." He turned and walked back inside.

Chino lowered his hand and followed him in, locking and bolting the door behind him.

This unit was bigger than Chino's. It had two bedrooms, with several cabinets and drawers lining the walls. At the center sat a couch facing a TV that was turned on. The air smelled of cigarettes. The room was dim, lit only by a yellowish bulb.

He'd been inside this place several times before, and yet every time it still felt unfamiliar--perhaps because, somehow, every time he walked out, his mind seemed to wipe the place clean from memory.

The man--Sir Andres--took two bottles of beer from the fridge and opened them with a spoon.

"Sir Andres, why did you call me in?" Chino asked, playing innocent, still hoping it was something other than what he suspected the security agency's chief operating officer had in mind.

Sir Andres smirked and handed him a bottle of San Mig Light. "How was duty today?"

Chino took a long drink--four quick gulps. He needed a little courage.

Then he replied, "Woke up early. Swam a few laps at the condo pool upstairs. Then went straight to work. Just one incident today--a woman's car got scratched by an SUV while she was backing into a spot in the parking lot. They settled it on the spot, and I served as witness. After work, I came back to the condo, hit the gym, took a shower, and now I'm here, sir."

Sir Andres gave him a slow once-over from head to toe. "You've improved a lot since the first time I saw you."

"Thank you, sir."

He tapped Chino's chest. "Hmm. Your chest is firmer now. Heavier. But the form better be balanced--you know how important that is in this job. I've had to remove guys from special duties for having sloppy physiques."

"Sir, I've been hitting all the right areas. Bench press, incline press, flies, push-ups. I've been doing free weights too," Chino explained.

"Really? Let me see," Andres prompted.

Chino closed his eyes for a moment, bracing himself for what he was about to do again. Then he grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt, pulled it up, and removed it. He folded it neatly and placed it on a nearby dresser. Then he flexed, puffing out his chest.

Sir Andres stared at his chest for a long moment. He placed a palm on the thick, hard muscle of Chino's right pec. "Not bad, Estacio. Your pecs are nicely square. Looks like you've been following my workout instructions."

Chino gave a faint smile. "Thank you, sir."

Sir Andres' gaze dropped. "No complaints about your abs. You've always had the outline, but now they've really filled out. But what about your lower body? You're not skipping leg day, are you? You better not be turning into one of those chicken-legged newbies."

"No, sir. I work out my thighs and calves regularly," Chino replied.

Sir Andres grinned wickedly. "Is that so? Show me."

Chino sighed. "Sir, it's pretty clear with how tight these joggers are, right?"

"I want a proper look," Andres said firmly, locking eyes with him--half annoyed, half taunting. "What's it going to be, Chino? You going to do it, or do I need to remind you of your place here?"

Chino swallowed. He grabbed the waistband of his joggers and pushed them down. Like his shirt, he folded them neatly and set them on the dresser. Then he stood tall again in front of the man, now wearing only a tight white bikini brief and slippers. He could feel the cold air from the AC against his skin.

Sir Andres crouched down and ran a hand along Chino's right thigh. "Good job, Chino. Your legs are looking solid."

Chino felt the warmth of the man's hand against his own skin. "Thank you, sir."

Sir Andres stood up again and looked him over. "Are you grooming properly? Just like I instructed?"

"Yes, sir."

He walked around Chino slowly. Chino didn't move a muscle. Andres inspected behind his ears, his neck, his armpits, even his butt. When he circled back to face him, he tugged at the left side of Chino's briefs, peeking under the waistband near the groin.

"Very good, Chino boy. Looks like you've been shaving properly too. I like that," Andres said approvingly. Then he leaned in close and sniffed near Chino's face. "Hmm... Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Yes, sir. I brushed before coming here."

Sir Andres smiled slyly, nostrils flaring. "Is that so? Prove it to me."

Chino slowly brought his face closer and pressed his lips to the man's. At first, the kiss was soft and gentle. Before long, he closed his eyes and slipped his tongue into the man's mouth. Their tongues intertwined. At first, it was Chino who was more active in the kiss.

But soon enough, Sir Andres took control. He devoured Chino's mouth and sucked the breath out of his throat. He sucked on his lips and tongue. He gripped Chino's shoulders tightly, pressing their mouths harder together. His head was now moving in rhythm with the kiss.

Chino surrendered to the man kissing him. He let out a moan. After all, he'd long lost count of how many times this man had ravaged his mouth.

Sir Andres crashed his body against Chino's. Chino felt his hardness--bigger and stiffer than his own. His muscles trembled as the man hugged him tight, as if never wanting to let him go.

After ten minutes of just kissing and a few moans, his supervisor finally pulled away.

Sir Andres wiped the saliva off his lips.

"Hm... Tastes like Colgate and Listerine. You're getting good at kissing, huh. So? How does it feel--kissing a man?"

Chino bowed his head. He couldn't answer the question.

"Oh come on, don't pretend. Look at that--your cock's rock hard," the man teased him.

Chino looked down. The bulge in his briefs was prominent now, clearly large and stiff. There were even a few wet spots of precum soaking through the fabric.

"When was your last special assignment, Estacio?" the man asked.

"Last weekend, sir. I was assigned as bodyguard to the fashion designer in Palawan," Chino answered.

"Ah. That one. He was pleased with your service. Gave you quite the tip, didn't he?" Sir Andres said with a smirk.

Chino just nodded. He tried to shake the memories of that Saturday and Sunday from his mind.

"So you've been free for three days, huh? No wonder your dick's acting up," the man remarked. "Alright. You're assigned to serve me tonight. You'll finish off my day. Strip me."

Chino's hands trembled as he reached for the man's shirt. He had to tug hard--it clung tightly to the man's muscular frame. He folded it neatly. Before him now was his supervisor's masculine, powerful body. He had the build of a middleweight bodybuilder. Thick chest, huge arms, rock-hard, chiseled abs like loaves of bread.

Chino admired him. Even if he loathed the way his life had unfolded because of this man, there was something about that sculpted body that always weakened his defenses.

"I just finished doing push-ups before you arrived, Chino. Did three hundred," the man mentioned casually. "Feel it."

Chino placed his hand on the man's left pec. "Hmm... Hard as a rock, sir." That strange feeling overwhelmed him again.

"I want your chest to be like this. I'll enter you in bodybuilding competitions, too," Sir Andres said. "That's how I'll market you better."

Chino just stared at the man's rock-hard muscles like a wide-eyed child.

"Well, Estacio? You just gonna stare or are you gonna taste it?" the man said, voice growing more commanding. "Don't fuckin' make me wait, Chino. Don't piss me off. I own you, asshole."

That was the trigger.

Chino's other side awakened--his hidden submissive self.

"Yes... Sir Andres..."

His mouth went straight to the man's large nipples. He immediately tasted the saltiness of the man's skin. Two hands gripped the back of his head, pushing him harder against the adobo-colored chest he was licking. The rough way he was being used only turned him on more.

His mouth traveled downward, to the man's sparse armpits. The scent of sweat and musk filled his nose, seeping from the man's skin. The chemicals in that smell sent his head spinning with lust again, like some kind of dark spell. He moved on to the arms, then traced his tongue across every cut of muscle along the man's abs.

His sanity still tried to fight back--he was a man, and he shouldn't be doing this filthy thing. But bit by bit, he was being overtaken by some deep, inescapable hunger he couldn't even explain. In the more than six months he had been forced to perform this kind of depravity, he knew it was all deeply wrong--but as time passed, his mind was slowly getting used to it. Sometimes, he even found himself craving it.

"Open my pants," Sir Andres ordered. "You know how."

Chino knelt and placed his hands behind his back. He bit the upper hem of the man's slacks. Using only his teeth, he tugged at the hook-and-eye to loosen it. Then he grabbed the zipper's pull-tab with his mouth and slowly dragged it down. As he opened the fly, heat escaped from the man's crotch and hit his face. He bit the fabric again and pulled the entire pair of slacks down. It was difficult--they were tight.

When he finally managed, he looked up at his master. Sir Andres was now down to just his white bikini briefs--same as Chino's. The bulge in front was enormous. Pre-cum was already soaking through the fabric. The man looked down at him with a wide grin.

"Kiss my dick, so I'll like you."

Chino's rational mind was almost completely gone. Without much hesitation, he pressed his lips to that bulge. The heat of the arousal seeping through the briefs scorched his lips. But instead of pulling away, he devoured the scorching masculinity within the fabric. He licked up the leaking pre-cum.

Sir Andres shoved his face even deeper into the steamy, musky scent of his bulge. For all the times Chino had wanted to escape this shameful situation, he knew that in the end, he would lose if he resisted. So whenever he found himself in this pitiful state--his body used by someone with more power than him--he would always fall back on the most important advice he'd ever gotten from a close friend and colleague in the agency's secret service:

Surrender. Give in. Enjoy. Take the money.

That was for his clients. But for Sir Andres--the man who dragged him into this pit--money was never the issue. With him, it was about serving his master with his entire body. This was the first man who had bent him.

"Take off my briefs and eat your dinner," the man growled.

Chino bit the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down. The cock inside sprang free, already fully hard. Still with his hands behind his back, he slowly took the fat, eight-incher into his mouth. The pre-cum spilled instantly down his throat. He sucked it carefully. He was now able to take it in more comfortably. He could bury it in his throat faster. He didn't gag as much when it hit the back of his mouth.

But he made sure not to show how used to this he'd become. He didn't want to show that he actually enjoyed having a hot, thick shaft grind inside his mouth. He didn't want it to show that a strange, feverish heat rushed through his body every time something knocked at his throat. He also didn't want to show that the cock inside his own briefs was throbbing harder the longer he sucked off his master.

But it was no use. He couldn't hide it from his master.

"Fuck. You suck cock like a total faggot now. So fucking desperate," the man mocked him.

But instead of stopping in shame, Chino sucked him even harder.

After nearly twenty minutes of sucking on the man's massive cock, Chino was suddenly pushed away. His lips slipped off the dick he'd been working so hard on, and he could no longer feel anything in his mouth.

"Fuck, the improvement I'm seeing in you is so fucking hot. Go to the sofa. I'm gonna knock you up," declared Sir Andres.

He took a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto his cock.

"Sir?!" Chino blurted out, his more rational mind kicking in.

"You little slut!" Sir Andres barked, yanking him up violently. "You're gonna act like you don't want this now?! You gonna pretend?!"

Chino could only moan as his boss manhandled him. Sir Andres turned him around and positioned him in front of him. He folded Chino's torso down, trapping the boy's arms under his own, holding him in a brutal, inescapable lock.

"Ahhh Sir Andres! Please... it hurts!" Chino pleaded, on the verge of crying.

"Take off your briefs, you fucking slut!" the man roared so loud it rang in his ears.

Sir Andres loosened his grip just enough for Chino to obey. Despite the pain, his cock remained hard, leaking precum, his body drenched in sweat.

Sir Andres shoved him forward. Chino caught himself against the dresser.

The thick, lubed-up cock pressed against his tight hole. Slowly but surely, it pushed its way in.

"Ahhh Sir! Sir! Ahhhh! It hurts, Sir!" he cried out, his knees weakening.

But Sir Andres didn't listen. He started thrusting in and out, pounding deeper with every stroke. Chino could only whimper in pain as the man pistoned inside him. Then, after a few minutes, the cock hit that one spot inside him--the part that could break him.

"AHHHHHGGHHH AHHH FUCK!" Chino cried out, his eyes rolling back.

Sir Andres froze for a moment. "Fuck. I finally hit your G-spot."

And that G-spot was the switch that shut off the last shred of Chino's sanity. It unleashed the submissive side of him--the submissive mind that only Sir Andres had awakened.

"Sir Andres, please..." he begged once more, his voice trembling.

"What, should I pull out?" the man teased.

"No, sir. Knock me up. Go all the way," Chino begged, eyes shut tight, tears welling up from the overwhelming lust.

"You really are a slut, Estacio. The moment I saw you walk into my office, I knew you were one," Sir Andres sneered.

"Sir, please... fuck me," Chino whimpered.

And Sir Andres did just that. He fucked Chino harder and deeper than before. Chino's only responses were moans and gasps, his body nearly convulsing from the waves of pleasure crashing through him.

Chino turned his head to look back at the man fucking him. "Sir... kiss me... please, Sir..."

Sir Andres smirked, then leaned down to devour his lips. The kiss set Chino's body on fire again. His cock was dripping precum like a faucet from the relentless pounding he was receiving from behind.

Sir Andres wrapped his arms around him, massaging and squeezing Chino's chest. He pulled away from the kiss, and his hands moved up to Chino's throat.

Then, he started choking him.

Chino's breath caught in his throat. His thoughts began to blur. He was losing it.

He could hear Sir Andres' guttural groans grow louder, the man clearly getting more turned on from choking him while slamming into him from behind.

His boss held him by the neck--in every way possible. If Chino wanted to keep anything--his condo, his home, his income, his reputation, his future, the safety of his loved ones--he had to surrender to this powerful man.

But in the haze of oxygen deprivation, a question clawed at his consciousness.

Was he doing this because he had to...?

... Or was he doing this because he wanted to?

"AHHHH! FUCK!" Chino couldn't take it anymore. His cock exploded, untouched, shooting seven thick spurts of cum that pooled onto the floor.

"Shit, you're so tight! Ahhhh!" Sir Andres groaned, pulling out. He ripped off the condom, stroked himself furiously, then shot his load all over Chino's wide, heaving back.

When he'd calmed down, Sir Andres tossed a towel at him. He grabbed another one for himself.

He opened the bathroom door. "Clean yourself up. Take a shower back at your unit. You've got an assignment this weekend. I'll text you the details tomorrow. I'm showering now. When I get out, I want you gone--and that cum off the floor." With that, he stepped inside and slammed the door.

"Y-yes, sir..." Chino replied weakly.

He still hadn't moved from where he'd collapsed against the dresser. His tears continued to fall.

That was the part he hadn't learned yet--how to silence the guilt that always came after he came. Because when the orgasm was over, the rational part of his mind would always come rushing back with questions.

Why was he here?

Why was he naked?

Why did he let himself be used?

Why did he let himself be degraded?

And why did he enjoy every second of it?

Maybe after a few more days... a few more weeks... or months...

He would get used to days like this.