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“And don’t scare away the clerk this time. He’s a good guy and needs the job.”
Calígrafo rolled his eyes as he crumpled the memo and threw it into the trash. It’s not like they ever needed a clerk behind the counter; Prisma VHS was never busy enough to need anyone running the store, but he guessed it would look bad for business if there wasn’t anyone there during the day.
But he would play nice if that’s what the boss wanted.
Calígrafo reclined back in his chair and let his eyes glaze over the different CCTV screens, ready to sit through another endless night of static monitors and dark rooms and waiting for a thief that would never come.
Didn’t mean he wouldn’t play at all.
At the end of his shift, eyes dry and wanting nothing more than head back home and hit the sack, Calígrafo noticed someone new enter the store, pick up the lanyard lying on the counter, and confusedly look around before finding what must’ve been a memo the boss wrote for him.
Even though the image was too pixelated to make out the details, he knew he was cute. Rounded shoulders, a sort of slouch to him. If he stood up straight, he might’ve even been taller than Calígrafo himself.
He smiled and stood to go introduce himself.
“Hello, nice to see a new face around here.”
The man jumped, dropping his lanyard before he quickly stooped to pick it up, eyes shifting around the place like he’d been caught.
He was cute. Shaggy brown hair and a close-trimmed beard. Soft red lips parted in a polite smile. Bright blue eyes that glinted with nervousness.
What would he look like, eyes wide in fear beneath him?
The red lips stretched open around…
“I’m Calígrafo, the night guard.” He held out his hand. “My shift just ended now. I’ll be back later tonight.”
“Cellbit,” the man said with a nod as he returned the shake. Still wouldn’t keep eye contact, glancing behind Calígrafo at the door to the security room.
Calígrafo humored him, turning to look at the same door. “It’s just me, no one else back there. Should be only you here today, but it’d probably be slow. Good for someone just learning the ropes.”
Cellbit nodded before he slipped the lanyard over his head. “That’s good, I tried reading the instructions the boss left, but it doesn’t really make sense to me.”
“Yeah, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing,” Calígrafo laughed. “You know what, I can stay a little after. Let’s pretend I’m your first customer.” He walked in front of the counter and hit the bell.
“Oh, uh, what can I do for you?”
Still nervous, wringing his hangs behind the counter.
“Do you guys have Scream? I know it just released, but it’s my favorite movie.”
Cellbit’s eyes lit up. “Mine too! I love that film!” He turned to the shelves to go hunting for the VHS tape, not having to go far. “I saw it like seven times in theaters. Nice to see its out on tape.”
Calígrafo smiled, “I’m glad we have something in common, then. Something to talk about.”
He followed Cellbit back behind the counter. “Now, here’s the computer terminal.” Calígrafo pointed over Cellbit’s shoulder. “Go ahead and scan the barcode on the back of the cover.”
“With what?”
He laughed as he leaned around Cellbit and grabbed the barcode scanner, pressing his chest into Cellbit’s back, feeling the way the man stiffened at the touch. “The scanner.”
The way Cellbit’s hands shook as he picked it up and scanned the tape made Calígrafo press into him again, this time whispering behind his ear. “Now look, it’s been entered into the terminal. See that amount? Type that into the register.”
He could have sworn Cellbit’s breath hitched as he punched the sale into the register and rang it up.
“Oh, close,” Calígrafo cooed, reaching around Cellbit’s waist to drop a couple bills into the register. “$2.85, not $2.58. But don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.” He snickered to himself as he wandered back around the counter to the customer’s side, finally seeing how red Cellbit’s face had gotten, now even more obviously avoiding eye contact as he counted out Calígrafo’s change.
“Do you- did you want a bag?”
“Oh, no. Keep the tape,” Calígrafo laughed. “It’ll give you something to do when it gets slow.” He pointed to the TV in the corner.
Cellbit nodded, “Oh, okay, thank you. I’ll do that.”
“Just make sure to return it when you’re done,” Calígrafo said with a wink. And then he was out the door.
Don’t scare the clerk away.
Don’t have fun with him.
Didn’t the boss see how cruel he was hiring someone who looked like that and then turned around and told him to play nice?
He had already made up his mind.
Hopefully, Cellbit would last longer than the previous clerk.
~~~
When Calígrafo showed up for his next shift, later that night, the lights were still on.
He shook his head, letting himself in and heading to the security room in the back. Cellbit was new, he wouldn’t be perfect on the first day.
But as he got settled into his chair, ready for another exciting day of playing solitaire on the work computer, he realized that not only did Cellbit leave the lights on in the store, it looked like someone was in there, sleeping in the back corner.
“What on earth?” Calígrafo whispered as he tried to zoom in.
A human-sized lump with a blanket pulled over them, too blurry to make out more than that.
Did Cellbit forget to lock the doors, too?
Suddenly having to do his job for once, Calígrafo sprang into action, marching through the main room over to the sleeping lump.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”
The lump jumped, rolled over, and pulled down a the sleep mask to reveal a familiar face.
“Cellbit?! Why are you sill here? You know you don’t have to wait for me to leave.”
A sheepish face, absolutely refusing to look anywhere at Calígrafo.
“Oh, uh, I guess the boss didn’t say anything to you. I’m kinda… It’s kinda rough for me right now, so the boss said I could sleep here while I get things sorted out. I’m sorry, I don’t want to disturb your work or anything.”
The boss not only hired someone cute, but he also let him stay here overnight?
And had the gall to tell Calígrafo to not play with him?
“Ah, okay. No that’s fine.” Calígrafo’s mind was already churning, thinking of all the things he could do without waiting for his shift to be over. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“It’s okay, you’re just doing your job, you know?” A sleepy, polite smile, innocent and unaware of the fantasies flashing in Calígrafo’s mind.
“Well, let me know if you have any troubles, I’ll just be back here.” And Calígrafo ducked back to the security room, hoping that Cellbit hadn’t seen how hard he was getting.
And for the first time, Calígrafo actually had something to watch on his screen.
Granted, Cellbit wasn’t doing much, just rolling over from time to time, but it was amusing seeing such a large man curled up on what had to have been a child’s bed.
But even that got boring.
Calígrafo rolled his chair over to where the previous tapes were stored, pulling the most recent one from the pile and popping it in the small TV off to the side.
The tape’s camera wasn’t of the whole store, just the section behind the counter, but it did give him the closest view of Cellbit, as he wandered around doing just about as much as Calígrafo was doing now.
Putting it on fast-forward, Cellbit had stood at the counter, waiting for any customer to walk in, eventually leaning over it, ass pointed directly at the camera.
Not like Cellbit had known, of course.
But the view made Calígrafo palm at his pants anyways.
Cellbit disappeared from frame, flashing on screen here or there as he walked through the aisles, sometimes with something in his hand, most of the time without, before he pulled a stool up to the computer and put something on the TV. Scream, probably.
But Cellbit was turned to face the camera this time, sitting almost directly in front of it, and giving Calígrafo the most detailed recording of Cellbit yet.
His face was passive as he watched, but that didn’t matter to Calígrafo. He was beautiful enough to do the job, lending itself to Calígrafo’s fantasies as he continued to palm himself through his pants.
Rosy red cheeks, darkening hickeys down his jaw.
Blue eyes blown and rolled back.
Hair damp and stuck to his forehead.
Begging to go another round underneath him.
But it wasn’t until the movie was presumed over, and Cellbit turned his attention to the computer behind the desk, that made Calígrafo snap to attention and stop fast-forwarding through the tape.
Most newbies end up doing something on the computer, whether it was playing solitaire or visiting their favorite sites. But even though Calígrafo couldn’t see the screen clear enough on the tape, it was obvious what Cellbit was doing.
He was leaning as far forwards on the stool as he could, practically laying across the counter, hunched over himself as his arm pumped up and down, continuously glancing toward the front door and windows before returning his attention to the computer.
That perverted motherfucker.
Calígrafo was almost shocked, but he supposed everyone had their secrets.
Twelve minutes.
Twelve whole minutes was all it took Cellbit to finish. A full-body jolt and a backwards tip of the head before he quickly scrambled out of frame. To the bathroom probably.
It should have been a crime that his back was to Calígrafo.
And then it was back to the endless loop of Cellbit wandering the store for something to do.
Calígrafo rewound the tape to watch the scene again, groaning as he pulled out his own dick.
The hesitation in Cellbit’s face, the knowingness of how wrong it was.
And on his first day, too.
Maybe this clerk would last longer than the previous one.
If Cellbit was perverted enough to pull this shit at work, what did he get up to in his free time?
Calígrafo moaned at the thought of a lose hole, stretched out as he fucked into it, Cellbit’s back arched to meet him halfway, hands clawing the store’s counter for any purchase.
What could he get away with while they were at work?
Another moan as he pictured Cellbit beneath him, face red, eyes watery, and lips puffy as he fucked him into the storage room’s carpet.
Or…
Calígrafo slowed down as he suddenly realized.
What could he get away with right now?
Cellbit was here. Right here. Right now.
He didn’t have to wait until the morning for Cellbit to get here.
They could have fun right now.
Calígrafo didn’t even bother putting his dick away as he cracked open the security room’s door and slunk over to the sleeping form.
It seemed that Cellbit had finally fallen asleep, curled up and mouth ajar in a light snore. Sleep mask firmly over his eyes.
What did he want to try first? His mouth? See how far the slut could take it before he choked? Watch him wake up in a panic, unable to breathe with a dick down his throat? His ass? Pushing in with no resistance, stretching him out until he woke up and inevitably clenched down?
His dick twitched at that thought, making the decision for him.
As Calígrafo slowly moved the blanket off Cellbit’s legs and undid his belt, Cellbit shifted, making it easier for Calígrafo to get to what he wanted but also worried him that Cellbit would wake up before they had any real fun.
He carefully moved Cellbit’s arms out of the way, tempted to grab his handcuffs and keep them there. But Cellbit stayed asleep, keeping still like the doll he was.
Just a bit more wiggling, and Calígrafo pulled Cellbit’s pants down the curve of his ass. Despite not being the plan, he couldn’t help but gawk at how big Cellbit was. Almost made him want to be on the bottom.
Almost.
Calígrafo pushed Cellbit’s legs up, gingerly folding the man in half, before nestling into place, cock dripping and ready for any kind of friction.
But as he fumbled around trying to find Cellbit’s hole, his fingers soon closed around something firm and warm to the touch. A few good tugs, and the thing slipped out, making Cellbit loudly exhale in his sleep.
Oh, he’s a pervert pervert.
Calígrafo was almost impressed as he set the plug aside, finding Cellbit’s hole wet enough to slip in easily.
And soon, he was in heaven.
He had no idea what Cellbit got up to in his free time, but whatever it was, Calígrafo was grateful for it. He rocked his hips forward, relishing the way that the plug hadn’t completely stretched Cellbit out.
Calígrafo tucked his head down, using Cellbit’s clothes to muffle his own grunts as he sped up.
His boss fucking gifted the next clerk to him on a silver platter.
Probably asked him during the interview if he was a freak.
Don’t scare him away.
If he was awake, he’d probably be into it.
He could do things to Cellbit he would have never dared to before.
Leave him tied up in the security room, a toy to play with all night.
Face down, ass up in one of the toilet stalls during the day.
Leave a toy vibrating in him, set to go off at random times.
Make him stretch himself directly in front of one of the cameras for their fun later that night.
See how many pens he could get the new guy to take, or better yet, bring a packed lunch from home and see what he could shove in there.
Calígrafo moaned, reaching the climax and tipped over, spilling everything inside. He rode out the pleasure before falling weightless onto the man beneath him.
He’d have to go grab the security camera’s tape later. Something told him it was going to be hot watching it back.
It took him a couple of seconds to realize that there were hands rubbing small circles on his back.
Calígrafo snapped upright to find Cellbit laughing, sleep mask pulled up onto his forehead, unabashedly smiling down at Calígrafo.
“Did you have fun? Get what you wanted from me?”
It unnerved him the way that Cellbit was so calm, laughing like they were lovers and that Calígrafo didn’t just take everything from him.
“When did you wake up?”
“Oh, I’ve been awake.”
“Of course you were, you pervert.” Calígrafo pushed himself up and slid out, cheering as Cellbit’s face momentarily warped in discomfort. “You were awake this whole time, and you probably liked it. Just like you fucking jerked off earlier right behind the counter, right in front of the door. Right in front of the windows where everyone could see you.”
Calígrafo grabbed Cellbit’s shirt collar. “You’re a fucking freak! A fucking freak who jerks off during work hours and loves to have cocks up his ass. And that’s what you’re going to be known as, okay? Everyone around here is going to know that you fucking liked what I did to you unless you shut the fuck up and let me keep doing this to you.”
All Cellbit did was just look up at him with a soft smile. “You’re telling me we can do this again?”
Calígrafo was about to bite back when he saw something shift on Cellbit’s face. Maybe it was the way the corners of his mouth were too firm, or how the smile didn’t match the callous look in his eyes. Still, Calígrafo pressed on. “Yeah, we’re going to do this again. And you’re not going to tell anyone about our little meetups, okay?”
“And why’s that?” A little laugh through Cellbit’s nose that made Calígrafo a little pissed off.
“Because I’ve got all of it on tape, and I’m going to make your life a living hell if you tell anyone.”
“Oh, promise?”
Calígrafo took a second to make sure he heard Cellbit correctly, but there wasn’t any sign of timidness or shame on his face.
Nothing close to the shy and nervous man he met earlier that day.
Maybe even something… defiant.
In a flash, Cellbit grabbed the back of Calígrafo’s head and pulled him down so Cellbit could whisper in his ear. “I said, ‘Do you promise?’” The hot air tickled him. “You’re telling me that you want to do this again while also trying to blackmail me into playing by your rules? Listen, Calígrafo, we do this again, we’re doing it my way, understand?”
And with that, Calígrafo suddenly found himself on the flat of his back on the floor next to the bed, the sudden fall knocking the wind out of him.
Cellbit was immediately on him, straddling him while laughing, “I do appreciate how considerate you were, trying to not wake me up, leaving my mask on.” Cellbit grabbed Calígrafo’s hands and yanked them above his head. “But if you knew you were going to wake me, I would’ve appreciated a proper warning.” He fumbled with Calígrafo’s beltline before coming away with his pair of handcuffs.
Two cinches, and Calígrafo’s hands were cuffed to the radiator.
“You want to be a pig so badly, don’t you?” Cellbit laughed. “Industry-grade cuffs and everything.”
Calígrafo couldn’t say anything, still trying to gulp down air.
“You know what you can be instead?” Cellbit leaned forward and softly bit the nape of Calígrafo’s neck, his fingers working their way up Calígrafo’s chest to his sternum where they began to loosen Calígrafo’s tie. “My puppy.” He slid the tie out from under his shirt collar, then wrapped it around Calígrafo’s neck. “Meu cachorrão.”
“Fuck you,” Calígrafo finally spat, straining to pull his arms down.
“That was the plan,” Cellbit chuckled, tying a loose knot around Calígrafo’s throat.
He took his time running his hands down Calígrafo’s body before arriving at his waist. In no time at all, it seemed, Cellbit had pulled the rest of Calígrafo’s pants down, leaving his ass bare against the carpet.
“You’re not going to…” Calígrafo thickly swallowed around the tie, “do what I did to you, are you?” Now staring down the barrel of the shotgun, he was somewhat ashamed at how he compared to Cellbit, in a fucked up way.
Cellbit paused, running his hand up Calígrafo’s shirt instead, tickling him as his fingers ghosted along his abs. “Why? Suddenly having a change of heart? I thought you wanted to go again?”
“It’s huge! I mean, look at it!”
He gave a wicked smile before repositioning himself. “I’ll tell you what, we can do something familiar if that’s more your style.”
Cellbit sat over Calígrafo’s stomach and lined himself up, the remnants of their previous round dripping warm onto Calígrafo’s legs. Fingers dipped down to grab at Calígrafo’s soft dick and attempted to stroke it back to life.
“Wait, I’m not ready!”
“You don’t have to be.”
With that, Cellbit propped Calígrafo’s dick up just enough for him to sink fully down on it with a groan.
Calígrafo hissed, trying to back away from the intense pain, but he realized too little too late that there was no where to go.
Cellbit slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down, each time drawing another sob from Calígrafo as he felt himself slowly harden again.
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that, right?!”
Cellbit leaned down and laughed in Calígrafo’s ear. “And you’re the one who decided to fuck a sleeping man.”
“I’m going to tell the boss, I’m going to call the police, I’m going to-”
“With what evidence? Who’s going to believe you?”
“The tapes! The tapes!”
“You mean the part where you obviously take advantage of me sleeping?”
Calígrafo whined as the intense pain began to soften into an aching pleasure, familiar in all its glory. “No, the part after, fuckface! The part that’s happening now!”
Cellbit began speeding up faster now that Calígrafo’s dick had somewhat hardened again. “Ah, its a good thing we’re doing this on the ground behind the shelves and out of the camera’s line of sight, then. Good thinking.”
With a sob, Calígrafo realized Cellbit was right. There was no way that the cameras were picking any of this up.
“And with your track record, Calígrafo, I don’t think many people will believe your version of what actually happened.”
The world suddenly blurred together as tears filled Calígrafo’s eyes. They wouldn’t. Of course they wouldn’t. How many times had he done exactly what Cellbit was doing now and managed to weasel his way out of it, destroying the only source of evidence or smuggling it out for his own private use.
Cellbit moaned, tipping his head back as he rode faster. “This is what I think you should say. In the morning, or tomorrow night, whenever you next see the boss, you should say nothing. Anyone asks, you deny it.” He ran his hands up Calígrafo’s chest to pull on the makeshift collar, tightening it just enough to make Calígrafo gasp out a moan. “Puppies don’t talk, entende?”
He had to admit, this was kind of hot. Even if it was getting difficult to breathe.
Almost all of the pain had disappeared into a fiery pleasure, and Calígrafo was starting to get worked up again, meeting Cellbit halfway now despite his conflicting feelings.
“Maybe you’ll even get praised for behaving so well.”
With that, Calígrafo bucked up into Cellbit, surprising both of them.
“You like the sound of that?” Cellbit laughed. “The boss finally congratulating you on a job well-done for keeping your hands off me. For leaving me alone when I’m within arm’s reach during your shift.”
Cellbit ground down, eliciting a moan from both men. “Our boss can finally see how much of a good boy you are.”
“God, you’re so fucking good. Where were you all this time?”
A flirty giggle before Cellbit yanked on the tie again. “Puppies don’t talk! But they can do something else….”
Cellbit picked up speed, throwing all caution to the wind. Calígrafo couldn’t help but watch Cellbit’s cock smack down onto his stomach with every bounce. Distantly, he remembered he couldn’t reach down and stroke it.
“Your favorite movie’s Scream, isn’t it? You cum before me, and make it a good one, I’ll call it quits for tonight. You cum after…” Cellbit let the threat hang in the air, or maybe Calígrafo was already too out of it to hear the ending of Cellbit’s sentence, head fuzzy and breaths too shallow.
But Cellbit was getting close, his dick leaking all over Calígrafo’s shirt and staining it a dark grey.
“I cum first, I get to pick what we do next time. Tomorrow.”
Cellbit frowned as he grabbed the end of the tie, stopping just before he pulled it tighter, the threat resting heavy on his chest. “Oh yeah? What would we do?”
“We do something like this tomorrow, in my office, on my chair.”
“On your floor,” Cellbit corrected. “Puppies don’t sit on furniture.”
“On- on the floor.” Calígrafo gasped. Every draw against Cellbit felt magnified, like lightning bolts shooting up his body. “We do this again on the floor of my office. I’ll bring some toys to spice it up.”
“Bring a proper collar. And wear it under your uniform to work tomorrow.”
“Only if you cockwarm a dildo for a couple hours before then.”
“Deal.”
He could tell Cellbit was getting close, his thighs shaking and his bounces becoming more like rocking. He needed to be faster.
“And we’ll have our own personal recording of it.”
“And you’ll hide it on one of these shelves.”
Calígrafo’s breath hitched at the thought.
“You want people to see us fucking so badly, to have evidence of what we got up to, well, you need to make that dream come true. At the end of the night tonight, you’re going to take that fucking tape and slip it into one of the rental covers. Don’t tell me which movie you replaced. Hopefully it’s still there when you come in tomorrow.”
Calígrafo was close. Just a few more thrusts…
“And you’re going to fucking leave it there for the next day, and replace a second movie with another tape we made. And you’re going to leave that one there, too. Keep on replacing them until someone takes one home and watches what we’ve done. What you did to me.”
With that, Calígrafo snapped his hips up, spilling inside Cellbit for a second time, a hoarse scream ripping down his throat. Seconds later, the tie tightened like a noose as Cellbit’s cum shot over Calígrafo’s face.
“Everyone will know what you did. Everyone will call you the freak, the pervert, will call for you to be locked away. For taking advantage of another clerk and ruining them.”
Calígrafo was drowning, his head spinning in pleasure, his body tingling from a lack of air, arms numb and hips pumping frantically as he tried to throw Cellbit off him, to let him breathe again.
“And I will have to find a new puppy to play with when you’re gone.”
It was getting to be too much, the room around them disappearing in a hazy darkness as the world began to collapse. “Cellbit! Air!”
A cruel laugh, an intense sting of pleasure, and the next thing Calígrafo knew, he was back in his office, slumped over his desk.
He blearily sat up and stretched, wincing at the way his body ached and how his neck felt stiff, checking the cameras to find a lumpy mass bundled up in a blanket.
Carefully, Calígrafo stood up, loosing his balance as his legs threatened to give way from under him, to make his way over to the door and stick his head out.
Cellbit was fast asleep, at least from what he could see.
A few more paces, and Calígrafo arrived at the scene of the crime, only, there was no scene to be had. Just Cellbit, curled up in a ball with his sleep mask pulled low.
Did he… dream all of that?
There’s no way he did, right?
There had to be a record somewhere of what happened.
Calígrafo snapped to attention and hurried back to his office, searching through all of the used tapes discarded on the side. Part of their escapade had to have been caught on tape, if not all of it.
But chills ran down Calígrafo’s spine as he realized that not only was there no tape in the machine to record the camera’s live feed, the tape that had been in there was gone.
Either he forgot to reset the cameras when he first arrived, or…
Calígrafo took another look out of his office to the main room, at the tens if not hundreds of rental VHS tapes waiting in their plastic shells for a customer to pick them up.
Cellbit wasn’t bluffing.
Despite how much action he already had that night, he could feel his dick jump again at the thought that one of their sex tapes could be out there in the showroom.
And that’s not even considering what Cellbit did after Calígrafo had passed out.
With a small cough, and cheeks warm with embarrassment, Calígrafo resigned back to his office to wait out the rest of his shift.
Don’t scare away the clerk this time.
Calígrafo snorted, watching the idle lump on the live feed turn in his sleep.
Honestly, he probably couldn’t if he tried.
Calígrafo hid a smile with a hand on his chin as he moved to make a note for himself to pick up a collar for tomorrow.