The Day Being Fired Turned Me into Their Daddy

I’m Esteban, fifty-eight years old, and that October morning the office smelled like a tomb. The director climbed up onto the stage in the auditorium with a funeral face, grabbed the microphone, and dropped the bomb without anesthesia: “Restructuring. Fifteen fewer positions before March. The list goes up in two weeks.” First came silence. Then the murmurs.

I was in the third row and felt the ground split open under my shoes. Fifty-eight years old, thirty at that company, my belly hanging over my belt, the gray I no longer even bother hiding, and now this.

Fear came first, cold and clean. What if it’s me? What if they fire me without a decent severance, without the full retirement? Who’s going to hire an old fat man with a wrecked back?

Anger came after, slow, like lava sliding down a slope. Thirty years of getting up early, putting up with mediocre bosses, useless trips, Sundays buried in spreadsheets. And now they were tossing me out like a rag?

I left the meeting without saying goodbye to anyone. I went down to the garage, got into my car, and slammed the steering wheel until my knuckles cracked. “Sons of bitches,” I muttered through clenched teeth, “sons of the bitch.” My temples throbbed. My hands shook on my knees.

***

I got to the basement on Olmedo Street before the usual time. Iván and Hugo were already there, naked, kneeling on the mattress, waiting for me like every week. But that afternoon I wasn’t there to play soft.

I came in slamming the door, the fury still pounding in my chest.

—Up, both of you —I barked.

They stood up fast, eyes lowered. I ran my gaze over their young bodies, the firm ass, the cock already half hard, and something broke inside me.

—Today you’re not just going to be my boys. Today I want to wreck you. And starting tomorrow you’re going to dress the way I tell you. Stockings, lingerie, short skirt, makeup. The cheapest whores in the neighborhood.

Iván blinked, stunned. Hugo, on the other hand, bit his lip and lowered his eyes even more, his cock giving a telltale twitch.

—But, Daddy… we don’t have any of that —he whispered.

—Shut up. I’ll bring it tomorrow. Today I just want rage.

I shoved Iván against the wall, lifted one of his legs, and shoved into him with almost no lube, only saliva. I fucked like an animal, my belly slapping against his ass, the spanks leaving his skin hot and red.

—Take it. This is what they do to me in that fucking office.

Hugo was kneeling underneath, licking my balls while I was wrecking his friend. Then I switched: I laid Hugo face down on the mattress, got on top of him with all my weight, and fucked him so deep he screamed with every thrust.

—More, Daddy! Break me! —he begged, his face pressed into the sheet.

Iván was eating my ass from behind, tongue frantic, while I emptied myself into both of them, over and over. And still it wasn’t enough. The rage was still there, burning inside me.

***

That same night, after showering at home and lying to Marta —“crisis meeting, don’t wait up for me” —I drove all the way to the other side of the city. To El Cubil.

I knocked three times on the metal door. The doorman, a huge bear with a gray beard, recognized me and smiled.

—The old Daddy’s back.

Inside it smelled like leather, sweat, and freshly fucked sex. I found Roxana at the bar, more imposing than ever: black corset emphasizing her operated chest, short skirt showing off the thick cock hanging half hard, stiletto heels making her look like a tower. She saw me and her eyes lit up.

—My favorite bear… you’ve got the face of a man looking for war.

I kissed her with tongue, slipping my hand under her skirt, squeezing what I found there.

—I need your help, Roxana. I want to turn one of my boys into a little princess. Clothes, makeup, attitude, everything. But I don’t know where to start.

She laughed softly against my ear, purring.

—Come with me, Daddy. First I’m going to fuck you until that anger goes away. Then we’ll talk about the rest.

***

She took me to the dungeon in the back. She undressed me slowly, kissing every fold of my belly, licking my gray nipples. She tied my wrists to a hook in the ceiling, my body half hanging, my hard cock pointing at the floor.

Roxana took off her corset. Her big chest bounced, her cock hard and veined. She lubed me with spit and gel, spitting straight between my ass cheeks.

—Relax, bear. Roxana’s going to take care of you.

She worked herself into me centimeter by centimeter, slowly, until her balls were slapping against me. I moaned shamelessly, pushing back, wanting her.

—Tell me everything, Daddy —she whispered, thrusting slow and deep, her chest rubbing against my back, one hand stroking me in the same rhythm—. The anger, the fear. Get it out while I fuck you.

I told her between gasps: the cuts, the panic of ending up on the street at my age, the humiliation of thirty years thrown in the trash. Every thrust of hers washed a little more of the rage away. I came without touching myself, spraying the concrete floor, and she kept going a little longer, until she emptied herself inside me with a deep growl I felt in my bones.

Afterward, while she untied me and dried me with a soft towel, she got serious.

—Bring your two boys tomorrow. I’ll choose. Sometimes one works and the other doesn’t.

***

The next day I brought them. Iván and Hugo came in nervous, dressed in street clothes. Roxana looked them over like someone evaluating merchandise. She made them strip, turn around, pull their asses open with their hands.

—Iván, you’re a good boy, but you won’t do for this. Too much of a man underneath —she pronounced—. Hugo, though… look at him. Slim body, pretty face, small round ass. This one. This one’s going to be a beautiful princess.

Hugo turned red to the tips of his ears, but his traitorous cock shot up hard as a stone.

Roxana got started that very night. Pink shadow on the lids, bright red lips, false eyelashes. Fishnets, a bow thong, a very short pleated skirt, a tiny top, heels, a long blonde wig. She only put a collar on Iván and sent him to kneel at the side, watching.

—You get to watch me turn your friend into something else —she told him—. Learn.

Then she had them walk the small stage of the club, industrial music booming against the walls. The bears watched from the tables, whistled, touched themselves over their pants.

—Look what princess I just created —Roxana announced into the mic—. Her name is Vanesa. Who’s bidding to fuck her right here, onstage?

***

The auction was quick and brutal. Two huge German bears won: two meters of muscle and fat each, thick blond beards, hands like shovels. They paid cash, smiling with white perfect teeth.

They climbed onto the stage. Vanesa —my Hugo— trembled with fear and desire in equal measure. They put him on all fours under the red lights. The first, the bigger one, spat between his ass cheeks and shoved into him in a single thrust. Vanesa screamed, but pushed back, asking for more without words.

The second rammed his cock all the way into his mouth, fucking his throat while his companion was tearing his ass apart from behind. The two of them were thrusting at once, synchronized, the platform creaking under their feet, the moans and slapping flesh echoing all over the place.

Vanesa was crying, spit and tears running down his made-up face, the mascara ruined. And yet his little cock kept dripping nonstop inside the pink thong.

I was seated in the front row, with Iván kneeling between my legs. Roxana positioned herself behind me, her hard cock against my ass.

—Look at them, Daddy —she purred in my ear—. Your princess in pieces.

She pushed into me slowly while I grabbed Iván by the nape and fucked his mouth, using his throat to jerk myself off with the show in front of me. Roxana thrust deep, her chest against my back, whispering nonstop.

—Look how they’re breaking her. Look how your little whore is moaning.

I shoved into Iván’s mouth with fury, saliva dripping down his chin, while the Germans emptied themselves into Vanesa: one in his ass, thick spurts overflowing; the other in his mouth, filling his throat until he coughed and milk came out of his nose. Vanesa came without touching himself, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

I came at the same time, down Iván’s throat, and he swallowed choking, eyes wet, while Roxana emptied herself inside me, flooding me completely.

***

The four of us were left panting under the red lights. Vanesa sprawled on the stage, covered in semen, makeup smeared, skirt hiked up to his waist. Iván swallowing the last of my load with tears in his eyes. Roxana kissing my neck with a strange tenderness. And me, the old fat man they were going to do away with at the office, feeling for the first time that the anger from work had turned into something bigger, darker, and, above all, more mine.

The cut list comes out in two weeks. But I hardly care anymore. I’ve got a basement, I’ve got Roxana, I’ve got Iván on his knees. And now I’ve got a princess I can auction off whenever I feel like it.