For a price?

David took a long pull on his beer, sat back and smirked a little... "Oh." You realize you are in a blackmailable position. "You're not thinking..." "Relax Pat." David says causing you to let out a deep breath. "You're a man and I just am not into men. The thought of a man with my dick in his mouth is not at all attractive and down right repulsive. The other way around, well, that ain't happenin' and fudge packing isn't my thing either. But you do have a pussy...Hmm." "I think we can come to an agreement."

"Here we go", you roll your eyes. "What?" You ask. "I have something you want, my silence about your, ahem, condition," He takes another long pull emptying his beer and heading to the fridge for another. "The way I see it, I know dudes that would, after enough ****, would eagerly plow you so, in exchange (get it?) for my keeping your secret, I need you to be my servant. Clean the house, do my laundry, wash my car and cook some meals. On demand of course. If then, at any time, I'm not satisfied with your services, I will post that you will turn tricks for money. A way to compensate you for your labor."

"That's insane!", You protest. David reaches into his fly for his zipper. "Ok, ok." You realize, you're screwed. "I'll do as you say. Please don't make my work load unachievable." David responds, "For tonight, you can start with cleaning the toilet that I just nastified." You quickly agree, "Alright", and you get to work. "While you're in there", David commands, "take care of that bath tub ring."