Chapter Five of Rufus: A New Beginning
Chapter 5
Rufus couldn't believe how unjust it was. At age 31, he used to teach before. These girls could have been his pupils during their school days. Yet, he accidentally peeked at a nipple, and he was in major trouble. "Why can't they see the double standards?" He wondered to himself. The situation was beyond his wildest dreams. As he arrived at the marvelous mansion, Marcia welcomed him with a sinister smile and brought him indoors.
"Welcome to your temporary abode for the week," she snarled, grabbing his arm and leading him through the amazing entrance and into the luxury-filled living room. The surroundings left Rufus feeling intimidated, a far cry from the cramped dorm room he shared with three of his peers.
"That'll do for now," Marcia said disdainfully, snapping her fingers in front of Rufus's face. "I have chores for you." She handed him a list and told him to clean some rooms in the house. Obeying, Rufus began to wipe down floors and polish furniture until everything shone.
Sometimes, Marcia felt annoyed with the rate of Rufus's progress. "Boy, what the hell are you doing? You're not here to stand there and stare at the walls or admire the shape of my butt. You're here to work!" Rufus just sighed and stared at the floor with his head down. "I'm sorry, Miss Marcia. I'll try my best. I'm genuinely sorry."
Marcia stood with her hands on her hips, looking annoyed and irritated. "You've been preoccupied with the kitchen for at least twenty minutes! You're disrespecting me by taking so long when you can be working on something else!"
Despite the blatant discrimination, Rufus kept his composure and didn't point it out. After all, he was barely dressed while she wore an outfit worth at least $500. It was getting nippy, and Marcia had on knee-high boots and a heavy jumper with a beanie on, yet he was left with nothing, his skin covered with goosebumps from his neck to his toes. However, he maintained his demeanor, "I'm sorry again, Miss Marcia. You're right."
This didn't appease her. She was standing right in front of him, his erection sometimes pushing against the wool of her jumper while criticizing him. "What's the deal with that thing? Why are you poking it into me like I'm a toy?"
Rufus stayed silent, "I'm sorry Miss Marcia, I can't help it."
"Don't give me these excuses! I don't care about your reasons!" She raged, her voice filled with rage. "It's not like you didn't violate my privacy in college by ogling my breasts!" Rufus continued to stare at the floor, "I'm sorry once again, Miss Marcia. I understand that you value your modesty."
Marcia swiped his penis a few times, enjoying how it bounced around, "I'm reminding you to respect my privacy in the future, boy! Do you get it?"
"Yes, Miss Marcia." She took her hand away.
"Stand up and face me."
"Get that soap and water and clean my hand."
Rufus did so as fast as he could. "Humph! Why are you so slow with everything? You're a great oaf."
"I'm sorry, Miss Marcia. It's getting pretty chilly outside." Marcia didn't notice the goosebumps all over his body or his occasional tremble from the cold air outside. Today was quite nippy.
"I don't care how cold or warm you are. Just respect me and get your work done promptly." She glowered at Rufus with her arms crossed, her gazed directed downwards. His erection was even firmer than before, and it accidentally poked her jumper. "Arg! There you go again!" She exclaimed.
She turned around and strode off haughtily, shouting over her shoulder, "You'll show me respect, Rufus Thompson. [
Rufus plugged away at his chores while the specter of being watched lingered in his thoughts. For every task he undertook, Marcia was right there to leer and make suggestive comments about his physique. As he reached for something, or stretched to grab something higher up, she'd caress him, her thick, warm sweater tickling his nude flesh. Every so often, she'd stroke his exposed skin, his cock and balls.
Whenever she did that, he had to come to an abrupt stop and let her finish up.
She reveled in the act of slapping his bare buttocks just for the sound of them smacking. She'd admonish him for his lax work methods, and each time she would slap his cock with her right and then left hand. With each swat, a red-faced, dependent Rufus would apologize profusely. Twice, she showed him some real clench-fisted anger over his laggard work, squeezing his balls so hard that he'd leap up on his toes as she spoke, all the while moaning in agony from her grip.
A majority of the time when he bent over, he'd get a 'clap' on his rump, or have Marcia fondling his balls and his penis if she could get low enough.
Always erect, Rufus was a mishmash of humiliation and yearning.
By the end of the day, he was zapped from his exertions and more humiliated than he thought possible. Yet, he found a fascination with this new arrangement, but this predicament of his was just getting started.
The following day, Marcia's closest pally, Suzy, joined the duo. Her folks were off roading interstate for a few days, and she'd camp out at the abode for that long.
Suzy was a petite 5-foot-3 girl with a little-pixie attitude, donning a short black hairdo, two massive piercing blue eyes, and an unsound proboscis. Despite the skinniness on her petite bod, her boobies were larger than average, but she acted modestly, unlike her friend.
Things just became crappier when Rufus heard they'd go out shoplifting together. He got highly uninspired to parade his nakedness through stores with these confronters.
Marcia didn't appear to mind Rufus any longer, but that didn't stop her from finding reasons to belittle and debase him. In the mall, Rufus couldn't rid himself of the burning humiliation of being nude in a females' shop. Marcia wallowed in carefree chat and trying on gorgeous sweats without the slightest concern for him. But the helplessness sunk in as Rufus couldn't help but recall that he was the only striped out bloke posing there, visible to everyone.
They shopped for hours. He maintained his gaze downwards, prevented any eye contact, and hoped nobody else would notice the freak show: the half-naked man being dragged around the mall.
His trepidation was correct; everyone who saw him seemed surprised.
The mother continued to show him off, introducing him as the "private waiter" to anyone who gave a damn. She put this slave on display in front of his girlfriend's close buddy, making envious remarks, puzzling Rufus. Exaggerating his confounding actions, she berated him for non-existing issues.
In a nice touch, they headed to a lingerie store. His cheeks went red as a beet when her mom asked him to carry an array of lacy undies for them to consider. Handing me a bunch of bra stuff set off shock on the sales assistants' faces and a hushed flap among other customers.
Being paraded as a sightseeing attraction, Marcia dragged him into the light. "How pretentious of you to hide yourself, boy!" she said, tweaking his modesty organs.
"Sorry miss Marcia," he mumbled, staring at the ground.
The shopping spree felt like stretching into infinity, and Rufus had no sense of relief when they finally returned home. Marcia's mom told Rufus to clean up and slap together a meal for them, while the girls lounged in the loungeroom.
Rufus obeyed and clattered about in the kitchen, trying not to think about what a ridiculous state he was in cooking starkers. Yet his meditations were shattered when Suzy sauntered in, decked in a rumpled T-shirt and comfy, baggy pants.
"Hurry up, boy," she yanked him by the wrist. "Careful, boy! Who do you think you are?"
"Sorry Miss Marcia," Rufus murmured, his eyes on the floor.
He went through the cabinets, searching for the necessary ingredients. Rufus couldn't believe his eyes as Suzy invaded his personal space, making him feel even more like a slave.
But Rufus knew better than to disobey any of Marcia's orders.
Rufus was shocked when Suzy rolled up her sleeves and started chopping vegetables next to him. Even though he was still wary, he found himself calming down slightly with her friendly presence. He realized that Suzy was completely different from Marcia. She treated him like a person instead of a servant.
"Hey, tell me how you became Marcia's servant," Suzy asked casually as they worked.
Rufus hesitated, then told her about how he had given himself up to the city auction house and Marina Martin had bought him. Suzy's eyes widened in understanding. Rufus couldn't help but wonder how Marcia and Suzy could be friends with such different personalities. He pondered on their bond.
"Marcia can be intense," Suzy said. "But once you get to know her, she's not so bad."
Rufus wouldn't argue with that, but he still doubted it. They finished cooking and together laid the table. Rufus carried the hot pot over, ready to serve them.
He was given instructions to stand closer to the table. He complied.
Marcia's mother spoke to Rufus while she ate, paying no mind to his presence. On occasion, Suzy would glance at him with a touch of compassion in her eyes. Marcia ignored him, except for occasionally slapping his buttocks with her free hand to reinforce a point in their conversation.
Afterwards, while washing the dishes, Rufus mulled over his situation. He found occasional drops of warm water landing on his stomach, causing his body to shiver. The warmth of the bubbles and soap gliding over his skin created a sense of peace. Despite the cold air, it felt nice to be so vulnerable. In that moment, he thought about Marcia's behavior and wondered what it was truly like between her and Suzy.
"I think she just needs a good friend," Suzy remarked. "Someone who can bring out her best qualities."
Later, when Marcia suggested Rufus fan them during a movie, Suzy intervened, proposing they spend time together instead. Surprisingly, Marcia agreed, if only reluctantly.
Rufus slowly inched towards relaxation, even though Marcia didn't talk to him directly. However, Suzy made a real effort to make him feel human.
Suzy smiled at Rufus, "So, what are your hobbies?" she asked.
Rufus hesitated, wondering if his interests would mirror their own. But Suzy's encouraging smile inspired him to speak up.
"I'm really into birdwatching," he began. "It's amazing to see the various species in our surroundings. This morning, I spotted a rare Indigo Bunting in our backyard!"
To his amazement, Suzy shared his enthusiasm. "I love birds as well! My grandmother is a bird enthusiast, and she taught me so much. Last summer, we went on a trip just to see endangered condors in the wild. It was incredible!"
Remarkably, Rufus found himself speaking without permission. "No way! I've always wanted to see a condor. They are huge and majestic"
The two quickly delved into a lively conversation about their favorite birds and the joys of spotting a new species. Marcia seemed detached, only half-paying attention to their shared interest.
The screen filled with an array of colorful silhouettes in the evening sky. Rufus felt a swelling in his chest, his shoulders drooping, and his breath hang heavy. Despite everything, there was something special about this night, some unspoken connection he shared with Suzy. Intellectually, he knew he was just a commodity to be used, but deep down, something more was happening. They were both connected by a shared love of the natural world, their hearts in the sky, longing for freedom.
Suzy happily chatted away, unaware of the transformation taking place within Rufus. He felt a warmth blossom within, and for the first time in a long time, he felt he was part of something more than his own unfortunate circumstances. Maybe he could find freedom in the silhouettes of the birds they both sought.
Suzy looked at Rufus with a twinkle in her eye, "You know, there is a secret hideaway in the backyard where we can go to watch the birds. Let me show you."
Rufus was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it. Maybe from this moment on, life would pull him upwards, lifting him from the ashes of his past. He couldn't bring himself to smile, but his heart pulsated in his chest. Just maybe, they'd share this exquisite escape from reality together, and he would finally be free.
She spotted a man in his thirties, completely naked save for a semi-erect member, and a well-dressed female college student engaged in conversation that was more than your average small talk. "What a bizarre world," she mused, barely concealing her puzzlement.
Suzy questioned Marcia if she could borrow Rufus for the next day: "There's a beautiful forest right behind this house. It's filled with various plant and animal species." Marcia consented, and Suzy gave Rufus a heads-up that they'd be going birdwatching at 5:30 pm the following day.
Rufus realized he was being lent out like a vehicle or kitchen gadget, and Suzy was essentially controlling his schedule, highlighting his unimportant role lower than the two girls.
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