Remodel Renegotiation Ch. 02

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All characters in this story are fictional and of consenting age.

After buying a 30 year old house and living in it for 5 years. Mike and his wife decide to remodel the primary bedroom on-suite bathroom. The tile, shower and tub were all from the 1990's with a giant jacuzzi tub that they never used taking up way to much space.

Mike and his wife, hired a highly recommended contractor to do the work. Mike agreed to the schedule and when demo day arrived, Mike met his primary contact Carlos, who would be doing a lot of the work himself, and bringing in his wife, Camila and eldest son, Arturo to help as needed. Mike liked working with the family team and things were off to a great start.

On a hot summer day, Mike made the critical mistake of watching porn when Carlos was upstairs working on the primary bathroom. Mike couldn't control his lust and decided to undertake a very risky masturbation session. Unfortunately, Carlos walked in on Mike and discovered him watching gay porn.

Now, Carlos had the upper hand. He blackmailed Mike into paying him $500 on venmo. Then he convinced Mike to get naked and suck his cock otherwise he would show Mike's wife, Ann pictures of the website he'd been visiting along with a pic of a particularly nasty gay video Mike had been watching.

Carlos forced Mike into a no-win situation and demanded that Mike get naked and suck his 8 inch, uncut latin cock. Mike resisted but ended up doing just that. The worst part was Carlos made sure he came in Mike's throat and swallowed for him.

We catch up with Mike the following day as work on his bathroom continues.

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The Next Morning

At 8:00 A. M. the next day, I was back at my desk in my home office. It was a particularly warm summer day with the forecast high topping 90 degrees. I was dressed casually, in shorts and a golf shirt with the air-conditioning running full tilt.

My wife, Ann, entered my office dressed for work.

"Well don't you look good?" I said, smiling up at her from my desk, then standing up to give her a hug.

"Oh, I think you might be biased," she laughed, hugging me back as I grabbed her perfect ass.

"Down boy," she laughed, "Momma has to get to work and so do you."

"Hey," I replied, "That has to last me until you get home."

Just then, we heard the doorbell ring.

"The crew must be here," Ann said, as she turned to go to the front door.

As I watched her walk out of my office, I dreaded facing Carlos after what happened yesterday.

"Good Morning, Carlos," My wife chirped in her cheerful voice, "Aren't you glad you're working inside on this hot day?"

"Good Morning Ms. Ann," I heard Carlos reply, "You look very nice. Yes I am very happy you have your air-conditioning on."

"I can't wait to see the progress you've made when I get home from work," Ann said.

She had such a clever way of motivating people. She didn't ask what he was doing, instead she told him she was anxious to see what he'd get done today.

"The demolitions is done, Ms. Ann," Carlos said proudly, "Today we are leveling the floors and framing out the new shower."

"How exciting!" Ann replied, "I can't wait to see it. Let Mike know if you need anything during the day. He's just in his office there."

"Oh, good, he's working from home today?" Carlos replied, "That way if I have questions, I can just pop my head in and ask him. That will make things go much faster."

"That's what he's there for," Ann laughed, "I'm not even sure what he does in there all day."

I cringed at the discussion the two were having, I was concerned that Carlos might deliberately spill the beans and turn my life upside down.

I heard Carlos head up the stairs as Ann returned to my office.

"Have a good day, babe," Ann said, kissing me as I stood to give her one last hug.

"You have a good day too," I replied, "I'll see you after work, I have a video call around 4 P. M. so if you see my doors closed, you'll know why."

I watched Ann turn and head down the hall toward the garage. I heard her car start and the garage door open and close as she made her commute to work. I locked into work mode and tried to forget about all the thoughts I was having about what had happened yesterday afternoon.

I went to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of iced coffee and walked back to my desk. For the next 90 minutes I hammered through emails and follow up phone calls. Getting into my usual morning rhythm. Because I was so focused and occupied I had pushed all the thoughts of yesterday almost completely out of my mind. At around 11 A. M., I stopped to look out my office window. There was almost no breeze and the sun was shining through a bright blue sky.

I took my coffee and walked to my kitchen. Then, I opened the patio and stepped out on to the porch. The heat of the sun and the humidity hit me like a blanket. It was not even noon and the temp was already in the nineties.

"Wow, It's gonna be a hot one," I said to myself, and walked back in to my kitchen, sliding the door closed behind me.

"Oh good, you're here," I heard a voice say as I entered the kitchen.

There stood Carlos, in his jeans and t-shirt with a tool belt around his waist and a stupid grin on his face.

"I have a question about the placement of the shower wall," he said, "Can you come up and take a look at it with me?"

"What's the issue?" I asked, hoping to just answer it quickly and get back to my desk.

"It's better if I show you," Carlos replied, "You need to see how the frame lines up with the door."

"Alright, but I need to be back at my desk for a call," I said, "So let's make it quick."

I followed Carlos up the stairs from my kitchen to the second floor. Then we walked down the hall through the primary bedroom and into the large on-suite bath that was stripped back to the studs. I could see the shower wall was being framed and followed Carlos over to the area where it met the door to the enclosed toilet.

"As you can see here," Carlos pointed, "This half wall is fine, but when we install the glass for the shower, we're going to have to completely reconfigure the trim."

As Carlos pointed to the area with open studs, I saw his phone propped up on one of the studs and it was prominently displaying the picture he had taken of me yesterday. I looked in horror as I saw myself naked, on my knees, covered in cum with a partial hard on and an obvious puddle of semen on the floor.

Mike has a Flashback

"What the fuck, Carlos?" I sneered at Carlos, "I told you we're done with this."

"Oh, but I've been working hard all morning and I think I deserve a little reward," Carlos laughed, as he undid his tool belt and let it drop on the bare wood floor.

"Fuck this," I said, and turned to leave the bathroom.

I felt myself being grabbed by the belt and pulled back hard. My right heal caught and I fell on to my ass on the floor.

"Get the fuck out of my house," I yelped as I scrambled to get up.

Carlos was holding his phone at eye level and glaring at me, "You lost your boss status when you let me take this picture, faggot. I own your ass now."

He set his phone back on the framing and started to unzip his jeans, "Now Papi wants his cock sucked again, and I don't want to hear any shit from you. Take those fucking clothes off and let's do it again like yesterday."

While I hesitated, Carlos continued undressing. Soon he was standing there with his huge raging hard on and he reached forward and grabbed my shirt pulling it over my head.

"I'm not fuckin around here faggot," Carlos bellowed, "Get naked and do as you're told or this photo goes to your wife."

I was trapped, there was nothing I could do. So I did as he asked and stood up to remove my shorts then my briefs and threw them in a pile next to my shirt.

"Good boy," Carlos laughed, "Now I've been thinking about this all morning, so I'm not going to take long. But I want you to take it all today based on what you learned yesterday."

Carlos Uses Mike Again

Carlos stepped forward and grabbed my head with both hands. His cock poked my face twice before I opened my mouth, reluctantly and let him in. Each time it poked my face, I felt a wet spot from his leaking pre-cum.

"Oh that's what I've been waiting for," Carlos sighed, as his big cock entered my mouth, "Suck it for Papi, bitch."

I had no choice but to do as he asked. If that photo was ever sent, my life would be over. So I just resigned myself to letting this hung latin construction worker fuck my face.

"Whenever Papi snaps his fingers," Carlos grunted, "You are going to suck my cock," he groaned as he drove his big, uncut cock deeper into my throat.

"I own you now, bitch," he continued, "Your my captive cocksucker now."

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. All because I couldn't control my urges and had to watch a gay porn video when I wasn't alone in my house. Now I had become the personal sex toy for the man who was supposed to be working for me on a simple remodel.

"Oh Fuck, that mouth is good," Carlos groaned, "I think you suck cock better than my wife. And she doesn't swallow anymore either."

It was so degrading to have this man using my mouth for his pleasure as if I was doing this of my own free will. Unfortunately, I felt my own cock growing as he continued to assault my throat. Which added humiliation to the degradation.

"Who knew that this job would come with a white boy, cock sucker," Carlos hissed, "I should make you strip every day as soon as your wife leaves. That way, when I call down, you can just climb up the stairs and get to work."

I didn't like the shape of the fantasy Carlos was forming in his head. At the same time, I was pretty much acting out just the fantasy he was describing. I had indeed just climbed the stairs, and now I was naked, on my knees, sucking his cock for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. Not only was I sucking his cock, I was letting him fuck my throat.

"Oh Papi loves that throat of yours," Carlos continued, "Such a tight, wet, throat you have white boy. I'm going to love having this whenever I need it."

"Gawk!" my throat protested as Carlos rammed his cock in to the balls.

"Hold it there, white boy," Carlos hissed, "Let me stretch that tight throat of yours with my big, brown cock."

I started to cough an gag. Carlos pulled his engorged cock out of my throat and I spit onto the plywood floor.

"Fuck, man!" I protested, "You have to let me breathe."

"You can breathe after I blow my load, boy," Carlos growled, and shoved his cock back into my throat.

Carlos big balls were swinging under my chin again. I was amazed at how big and low slung they were. I hated to admit it, but I was getting very turned on by what was happening. The fact that I had little choice kind of let my guilt off the hook.

"Put those hands behind your back," Carlos barked, "I want just your throat. It's time for you to submit to Papi. I own your white ass now, you need to start acting like it."

I did as he said and put my hands behind my back, giving the carpenter full control. His strong hands had my head held like it was in a vice. He took long, deliberate strokes into my throat, using it to bring himself pleasure. I was just along for the ride at this point. My hands behind my back and Carlos in full control of my head and neck.

"Fuck, this is so good," Carlos groaned, "Papi loves fucking white boy throat. You love it too don't you bitch?"

My mouth was full of cock, so I couldn't answer. All I could do was wait for it to be over.

Carlos pulled his wet cock out of my mouth and slapped me with it a few times, "I'm so fucking close, boy," he hissed, "I don't want to cum yet, I want to enjoy you a little longer."

He slapped my face a few more times with his hard, wet cock; laughing each time he did. Then he rubbed it all over my face, leaving my face shiny with saliva and pre-cum.

"You look like a cheap whore," Carlos laughed, "Rich white boy hires me and now I turn him into my cock sucking bitch."

I hated to admit it, but Carlos' dirty talk was starting to turn me on. I could feel the raging hard on between my legs, and it didn't go unnoticed by my carpenter.

"Your little cock is so hard, white boy," Carlos laughed, "You must like sucking Papi's cock. Well don't worry, because you're going to get a chance every single fucking day while I'm on the job."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This guy really expected to do this every day while my wife was at work.

Things get out of Control

Carlos was holding my head like a vice, and taking deep strokes into my throat with abandon. Then he suddenly stopped, and pulled out, his body shuddering.

"Oh Fuuuhk," he mumbled, "I'm so fucking close, but I don't want to cum yet."

He reached down and grabbed me by the hair, "Come with me cock sucker," he barked and pulled me to my feet.

We walked out of the bathroom, through the primary bedroom that was covered in plastic and out into the hallway. Then he pulled me in to one of the guest bedrooms and threw me onto the bed.

"Get on your back, faggot," he barked, "Put your head over the side so I can fuck that throat."

I had seen this in porn movies and begged my wife to do this for me, but I had no intention of ever having it done to me. Carlos left me no time to decide. He grabbed my head and pulled it to the edge of the bed. I was now looking up between his legs. All I saw was a huge cock, big balls and the cheeks of his ass.

"Open wide cock sucker," Carlos barked, "Time to get fucked."

His hard cock banged into my lips twice before I finally let him in. Then I watched the most graphically pornographic site. His giant balls swinging and hitting me in the nose and eyes as he drove his big cock into my throat. I felt him grab both my wrists and pin me down to the bed as he went to work fucking my face and throat.

"Oh Fuck!" I heard him groaning as he drove his cock in over and over.

Each time his big balls slammed into my eyes and covered my nose so I could barely breathe. My arms were pinned down and my airway was blocked with cock. I was losing control of my ability to function. But Carlos kept driving his cock working to bring himself to orgasm.

"Take that cock, bitch!" He howled, as he drove himself balls deep into my throat.

As he held himself at full depth, his giant balls covered my nostrils and rubbed against my eyelids. I was totally immersed in his sex.

"Fuck yeah" he bellowed as he was taking long, fast strokes.

Saliva was gushing from the corners of my mouth and running down my face toward my forehead. My eyes were watering from the punishment my throat was taking and the irritation from his balls slamming into them. This was the most violent sexual experience I had ever experienced. And for some reason, I was harder than I had ever been.

Minutes seemed to take hours, as my Latin carpenter fucked my throat with no consideration that there was a human being on the other end of his dick. My face was covered with saliva and pre-cum after the rough treatment he had given me. My hands were pinned down so I couldn't grab my own cock. Which was what I wanted at that moment. The strange situation had me turned on like never before. I was being dominated by this hung monster and there was nothing I could do about it. It turns out, I sort of liked it.

"Oh FUUCK, Faggot," Carlos howled, "I'm gonna blow!"

There was nothing I could do but take it. Carlos drove his giant cock balls deep and I could feel it start to throb as he unloaded. I had enough air in my lungs to ride it out, but after about 20 seconds, I started to writhe and panic. Finally as I thought I was going to black out, Carlos pulled out and let me breathe.

"Aaah!" I inhaled, the taste of cum in my mouth and the scent in my nose.

My eyes were closed because of all the saliva and pre-cum that had been running from my mouth to my forehead as I was upside down. I looked hideous. The mixture of salvia, pre-cum, and cum had covered my face, eyes and settled in my hairline since I was upside down.

"Get me a towel!" I begged, I didn't want what was on my face to get on the bedspread or the carpet.

I heard Carlos leave the room, laughing. Then he returned and thew something at me. It was my golf shirt.

"Here," he said, "Clean yourself up."

I still had my eyes partially closed, so I wiped my face off before I realized I was using my own shirt. I rolled on to my side and tried to sit up while I was till cleaning my face up. I looked down and discovered my cock was still hard.

"Look!" Carlos laughed, "I'm building a great portfolio."

I looked up, and saw Carlos holding his phone out at me. He had taken a photo with my face covered in all sorts of nasty fluids. It was obscene and unrecoverable.

"That pic would get around the country club pretty fast I think," Carlos laughed, "You'd probably have all sorts of new friends."

"Delete it," I said, in a monotone voice, "I'll do whatever you want, just delete it."

"Whatever I want?!" Carlos laughed, "Well, now we're getting somewhere, white boy."

"I'm serious," I continued, "Just get rid of that photo and don't take anymore. I can't have that photo existing, it would ruin me if it got out."

"Well, Mr. Mike, if you say so," Carlos smiled, "But I'm going to need a little more than your word here."

"Well, that's all I have," I said in frustration, "So it's just going to have to be good enough."

"I think I need some collateral, Mr. Mike," Carlos said smiling, "Let me think about it for a while and I'll get back to you. But for now, I'll delete this photo on one condition."

"What's that?" I asked, still in my state of shock, in a monotone voice.

"You stay like this until just before your wife gets home," Carlos smiled, "You can work in your office, but I want you to do it without your clothes in case I need you again this afternoon."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I replied, "I have video calls, I can't do that!"

"Turn your camera off," Carlos said, "They will have to understand. Or maybe I upload this photo as your off-line image and they can all see what you really look like."

"You fucker," I said under my breath, "I don't deserve this."

"You still have a little hard on there, Mr. Mike," Carlos sneered, "Don't pretend you didn't like this. I'm starting to discover who you really are underneath."

"I'm not really asking for that much," Carlos said, "Especially given how interesting this photo is."

Carlos held the photo up to my face again. I couldn't take it so I buckled under.

"OK! I'll do it!" I submitted, "But I need to see you delete that right now!"

Carlos lifted his phone up. He was still naked from the waist down, and tinkered with the touch screen. I couldn't help but look at his big cock, still half engorged and red from the squeezing my throat gave it.

"There!" Carlos said, "It's gone. But I'm going to keep your clothes up here with me until 3 P. M."

"I need to put that shirt in the wash," I protested, "My wife can't find it like that, she'll know something happened."

"Fair enough," Carlos said, then he wiped his cock on the shirt and threw it to me.

"Go do your laundry now, Mr. Mike," Carlos said, "But no clothes until 3 P. M., Remember, Papi Carlos owns your white ass now."

Mike Goes Back to Work

It felt strange to walk through my own house naked. The first thing I did was close the front shades so my neighbors wouldn't see in. Fortunately, the back of our house looked out into the woods so I didn't need to worry about being seen. I went to the kitchen sink and used paper towels to clean my face from the obscene treatment Carlos had just delivered. Then I threw my shirt in the washer, poured in the detergent and started it up.

Then I went back to my desk. Only 45 minutes had passed, it was now just before noon. I was relieved since most of my colleagues would be on their lunch break and I didn't have another call today until about 2 P. M.

It felt strange having my bare ass on my leather office chair. Everything about the situation felt wrong. I couldn't believe the situation into which I had landed. My lack of self control led to cascading levels of blackmail that had me parading around my house naked, waiting for my construction manager to call me up for more sexual favors.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" I said to myself, "This can't be happening."

I was too disturbed to focus on work. I sat there in shock hoping to wake up from this nightmare. I sat there, naked, staring at my work screen trying to regain my composure after everything that had happened over the last 24 hours. The hardest thing for me to ignore was that I had actually orgasmed yesterday while I sucked Carlos' cock. Worse yet, I was very turned on during the episode today until Carlos went over the top and put me on the bed. Even then, however, I was still hard for most of it.

Even now, as I sat at my desk now, with my bare ass on my leather chair, my cock was still half erect. It was clear that somewhere in my subconscious, I was turned on. I guess it shouldn't surprise me, since I was using gay porn to get myself off. Now that I was participating in gay things in real life, it seemed that I was still getting turned on; even though my rational mind told me I should be disgusted with myself.

I decided to calm my nerves, so I walked to the kitchen and found the bar near the family room. I poured myself a shot of tequila to calm my nerves, and slammed it down. It tasted so good, I poured another and slammed it as well. I hesitated for a moment and then slammed a third shot. I felt the burn fade and my nerves calm as the tequila did it's job.

I wandered back toward my office, feeling a little more relaxed. The entire situation still seemed surreal. I wondered if I was going to be forced to do this every day until the project finished. I told myself that Carlos would need to bring the rest of his team in at some point, and that would bring this to an end. But in the meantime, I had resigned myself to trying to work my way out of this situation.

As I starred at my screen, I heard Carlos walking around upstairs whistling to himself. It sounded as if he was making his way down the stairs. In a few seconds he appeared at my office door smiling. To my relief, he was dressed again.

"I just stopped by to make sure you were holding up your end of the bargain," Carlos said smiling, "I can see that you are, and it looks like you might actually be enjoying yourself."

I noticed Carl was looking at my semi-hard cock. My face turned purple with embarrassment and humiliation. I didn't know how to respond so I said nothing.

"Turn your chair toward me," Carlos said, "And spread those legs a little."

I did as he asked, as if I was in a trance.

"I just realized, I was so rough on you upstairs that I didn't give you a chance to get your rocks off," Carlos said smiling, "Why don't you put on some of that gay porn you like so much, and give yourself some relief while I watch."

"Are you serious?" I asked, almost as if in a trance.

"Absolutely," Carlos smiled and stepped forward to grab my mouse.

Carlos went to history, and loaded up the scene again with the naked white guy sucking the big black cock. He carefully selected the video from history, then he pressed play and clicked the full screen button. The video started to play again on my large desk monitor.

"There you go, faggot," Carlos laughed, "Go ahead and get yourself off. I know how much you like this kind of stuff."

I looked at the screen, then at Carlos, then down at my cock which was fully erect at this point. I couldn't believe I was naked in front of my construction foreman who wanted to watch me jack off to gay porn.

"Go ahead!," Carlos barked, "I know you want to. And you told me you'd do anything, so I'm asking you to do this. Get started, bitch!"

Mike Obeys Carlos Again

I reached between my legs and started to stroke my six inch erect cock. I felt humiliated jacking off in front of a guy I had just blown, who's cock was almost fifty percent bigger than mine. I was nervous and my hands were shaking as I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the bizarre situation in which I found myself.

"Open your eyes and watch that porn, white boy," Carlos interrupted, "You'll cum faster if you watch another white guy serving a big cock."

I did as Carlos asked and let him watch me watch the lewd video and jack myself off. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I also couldn't believe how horny I was.

"Look at you, getting yourself off to that gay shit," Carlos laughed, "I bet your wife has no idea you dream about sucking big brown and black cocks, does she."

"Leave my wife out of this," I protested.

"Oh, I struck a nerve," Carlos laughed, "Does she know you probably fantasize about getting fucked too? Here, let me fast forward to the part where the white guy is taking it up the ass."

Carlos stepped forward and advanced the video to the scene he wanted, then he pressed play, and increased the volume. The screen came to life with the white guy on all fours. The black guy was behind him, shoving his ten inch bare cock into the white guys ass. The white guy was grimacing and moaning as he got fucked.

"There you go, white boy," Carlos laughed, "Now you can fantasize about getting fucked while you get yourself off."

"I'm not gay!" I protested, in a futile attempt to draw a line in the sand and save my dignity.

"Oh, I think you might be," Carlos laughed, "I know I don't jack off to gay porn."

I was stroking myself, just trying to get this over with. At the same time, I was very turned on, even though I was being forced to do this as part of the agreement I had made with Carlos.

"I think you'd cum faster if you had a cock in your mouth," Carlos sneered, "Here, I've got one for you."

Carlos pulled out his big cock again and walked over to stand next to me as I sat in my chair. I watched him as he approached, stroking my cock as he did. I was horny as hell and wanted to finish myself off. The site of his big, uncut cock swinging as he walked pushed my libido even higher.

"What the fuck," I thought to myself, "I've already sucked him twice, I might as well use him to bring myself to orgasm."

I opened my mouth and willingly took Carlos' big, uncut cock into my mouth and started sucking him while I jacked myself off in my office chair, still totally naked.

"Oh fuck yeah," Carlos moaned, "Get yourself off with my big cock in your mouth. I want to see you cum just from the taste of my big cock."

I was getting very close. I slowed my strokes because I wasn't yet ready to blow my load. I wanted it to last just a little longer. Suddenly I heard the front door open.

"Carlos?" I heard a female voice call out.

"Oh fuck," Carlos whispered, "It's my wife, Camila!"

TO BE CONTINUED....