Mustard.

The way he called me into the room was enough to get my heart racing, my palms sweating and my overactive imagination into gear. After that he didn’t have to say a word. The room was dim, meaning I couldn’t see properly until my eyes adjusted.

When I could see, I scanned the room. There was a single candle sitting on the bedside table, shining faintly onto Mikey’s lanky body only clothed with leather man-thong. It was an awkward scene, not exactly what I was expecting. In the corner of his immaculate room was a blow up penguin.

“Mikey?” I said softly.

He smiled impishly from where he lay, “Yes?”

“Why is there a blow up penguin in the corner of your room?” I asked weakly, eyeing the penguin off.

“I was hoping to try it out in our misdemeanours…” he answered. I watched his fingers as they trailed across his stomach, twirling around in imaginary patterns.

Mikey motioned for me to join him on the bed. I did so timidly. I wasn’t as open as he was with stuff like this. He was just…bluntly honest and open with everything, he just didn’t care. I didn’t really understand it. I sat meekly on the end of his bed, watching his every move.

He turned to the bedside table and picked up a jar. “Care for some mustard?”

“W-what? Mustard?” I repeated, shocked. I stared at the jar and realised that he did actually have mustard in there.

He nodded. “Yes, mustard.”

“Okay…?” My answer was more of a question. Mikey leaned forward and, with three fingers, he smeared mustard all down each of my cheeks and across my jaw line. He slowly licked some off of my cheek and moaned.

“Mmmmm…Frankie, it tastes so good,” he moaned again, his eyes shut as he licked his lips slowly. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrow sceptically but returned my expression to blank when Mikey’s eyes snapped open.

“Try it, Frank,” he murmured before smearing mustard all over his face, looking at me expectantly. I leaned forward a little so I could reach his face and licked a tiny bit of mustard off his nose. I didn’t know if I was doing it right. And I didn’t particularly like the mustard.

“More!” Mikey squealed, throwing himself backwards onto the bed. I blinked a few times in utter what the fuckness before I crawled up his body and continued to lick the mustard from his face. Mikey moaned and squirmed beneath me, making me wonder how the hell he was getting off to this.

Once I had licked off all the mustard from Mikey’s face he started to lick the remaining off of mine. Quickly, he had flipped us so that I was beneath him with his tongue seeking out all traces of the substance on my face.

“Now we move on,” he whispered seductively. I was readying myself for some normalcy, thinking the weird part was over but no, it wasn’t. The next thing he pulled out of his drawer was a toilet plunger.

I couldn’t help but giggle. “What the fuck are you going to do with that?”

“You are going to have some fun. You’re going to lick my ass and then stick this to it, take it off and repeat. While you’re doing that you’re gonna scream out how much you loving toilet plunging,” he explained, his eyes glistening with insanity.

“You’re serious aren’t you?” I asked weakly as he handed me the plunger.

He nodded, his expression very serious.

I stared at Mikey for a moment longer before I flipped him so he was situated beneath me on his back. The single strap that ran along his crack made it simple to perform his unusual wishes.

I was surprised though to find that his skin tasted like sugar. What had this boy been doing? Once I stuck the plunger to his ass he started moaning like a bitch which caused me to, once again, question the guy’s mental stability and sanity.

When I pulled on the plunger to remove it he started squealing and giggling girlishly, his fingers gripping the pillow beneath his head. I repeated the action five times, all the while finding myself fascinated by Mikey’s reactions to everything I did. I couldn’t help but wonder how much weirder this would get.

“Okay that’s enough,” he giggled. “Time for the next thing on the list!”

“Next thing?” I repeated tentatively.

“Yup. And it’s ice. I’ll be back in a moment.”

I watched him leave the room wondering what on earth he was going to get me to do with the ice. It wasn’t long before I found out though.

“I’m back! You need to remove those sweet little boxers of yours, sugar,” he informed me. I slowly removed them, leaving myself completely naked and exposed. What was he going to do? Or what was he going to get me to do?

“Spread your legs and relax,” he whispered, his voice extremely husky. His eyes sparkled brightly and I stared at him openly before obeying.

Suddenly I felt a shock of coldness rubbing against my hole. Consequently, I gasped. Mikey smirked. Slowly he pushed the ice cube in and it felt so strange. I could feel it melting and dribbling out of my hole and onto the bed. He inserted another.

I couldn’t exactly describe the feeling as it was both neither good nor bad, just very unusual. My ass was starting to sting from the coldness of having ice cubes in it. Mikey just grinned with creepy, childish glee.

I wasn’t exactly turned on by any of this but that didn’t seem to bother Mikey at all. It was only when he licked the inside of my thigh that Mini-Frankie was awoken a little. Mikey didn’t look too impressed by it though. What was with him? I was starting to regret agreeing to go home with him…

“I think it’s time to introduce you to Mr. Tittles,” Mikey said flatly. What had I done?

“Mr. Tittles?”

He nodded, quickly getting up and retrieving the blow up penguin I’d asked about earlier. I mentally raised an eyebrow. This guys was…he had issues.

“Now Frankie, dry hump the penguin!” he cried, all his eagerness having returned. I was unsurprised. Whatever Mikey comes up with next, I doubt he would surprise me as he’s already given me enough reason to expect the unexpected and irrational.

“Okay…” The penguin was life-sized; almost as tall as me. I proceeded to dry hump the penguin, although my movements were slightly hesitant.

Mikey was sitting against the wall, jacking himself off. His moans were getting louder by the second and the lids of his eyes were half closed with what looked to be lust, pleasure and pure ecstasy.

“Harder Frankie! More enthusiasm!” he panted. I went at it harder. A few moments later I saw him explode out of the corner of my eye. His chest was heaving with exhaustion and there was a lazy, loopy smile on his face.

His expression quickly became serious when I stopped though.

“Frankie,” he stated, his voice flat.

“Yeah?”

“You can leave now. You are no longer of use to me.” He stood and walked out of the room, leaving me gobsmacked.

I quickly dressed and snuck out of the apartment. Once out in the street I marvelled at what I had just experienced. I just couldn’t wrap my head around what I’d just done. What I’d allowed myself to do.

Most of all, now that I looked back on it, I found it invigorating.

That was the first time I ever went home with a supposed manwhore. And the reason for my current career.