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One Man's Trash Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Calvinwolf

It was early morning, so early that the sun had not yet risen. The skies were an odd muddy brown, the color they had just before the sun rose. Silence reigned supreme in the elite Hemlock neighborhood, disrupted only by the garbage trucks that rumbled along to collect the refuse of the richest citizens of the town. Each property had its own fence, whether it was brick, wrought iron or some combination of both. Beyond the fences were elaborate estates, vast and opulent. Mansions with ten rooms minimum, six car garages, Olympic sized pools... there was no end to the extravagance, but at the same time it took a lot of work to keep it all up, something that Ivan Moore knew all too well.

The garage door rumbled open as Ivan moved out to his Lamborghini. Ivan was thirty two years old, incredibly fit and perfectly groomed. He wore an Italian suit worth two thousand dollars, his short brown hair was neatly gelled into short, non-intimidating spikes and even before dawn he wore designer sunglasses that radiated a rainbow of colors. His stride was long for someone that was only five foot ten. He set his briefcase into the passenger side of his car before rounding about, sliding into the driver's seat. The engine of the car rolled to life and Ivan backed up, his car passing over the weighted sensor on the driveway. His gate started to swing open, though as it did it struck a garbage truck and lodged in place. The motors groaned and whirred before grinding to a halt.

Ivan had been so used to routine that he nearly careened into the gate but managed to stop just in time. His Lamborghini shuddered as he put it into park and sprung out, his icy blue eyes wider than his sunglasses as he moved to the gate, checking the motor. His body twitched with anger and frustration before he carefully squeezed through the gap in the gate, trying not to touch his suit against anything. Once he was out, he nearly wheezed in disgust at the smell of the garbage truck. The air was foul, like festering meat and rotten fruit and spoiled cleaning supplies.

The truck was huge, bigger than Ivan had ever seen. It was a story and a half tall, the top curved almost like a turtle shell, the vehicle painted a deep forest green with thick tires. The mechanical arm hoisting Ivan's garbage can was stuck half way up, the gate sticking underneath it, slightly crushed. The arm jiggled and moved, trying to rise back up but it was stuck. Ivan heard a door open on the other side and he charged around, seething with anger.

"What the HELL are you doing?!" Ivan shouted, startling the garbage man that had just gotten out. Jared was just about as different from Ivan as possible. He was six feet and two inches tall, had incredibly broad shoulders and long arms, and he weighed in at three hundred and eighty pounds. His black hair was a bit greasy and shaggy, his face was dominated by a thick, bushy short beard and his cover-alls barely fit over his massive beach ball sized belly and his thick man tits. Jared's arms were even hairy, his fingers grubby. The bear of a man, however, looked rather stunned to be accosted so soon.

"I'm trying to pick up garbage." Jared said meekly.

"Oh good job, FANTASTIC job... Your idiotic timing just destroyed my three thousand dollar gate... What in the hell were you even doing right here? This is a driveway..." Ivan growled. Jared's shoulders widened a bit.

"Your garbage can wasn't put by the curb; it was put here in violation to city policy. I was doing you a favor by not fining you." Jared replied. Ivan twitched, seething at the accusation, his hands balling into fists.

"There is no such policy; you're just trying to cover your ass!" Ivan growled. Jared's dark brown eyes narrowed.

"It's in your terms of service contract, the one you signed when you started garbage pickup." Jared replied. Ivan scoffed.

"That was years ago, you can't hold people accountable to such things... Not like the gate you maliciously destroyed." Ivan retorted.

"You can't just ignore road laws because you got your license a while ago. The law is the law." Jared replied.

"Maybe YOU can't ignore road laws. Do you have any idea who I am? I'm Ivan Moore!" Ivan shouted. Jared shook his head.

"I know who you are; I've been picking up your garbage for five years." Jared replied. Ivan let out a soft snort.

"Oh, yes, of course you have... So not only are you incompetent, you're a veteran incompetent. Not even my chef's stay at the same job that long... Five years at the same garbage job doing the same trashy things. You know what, bub; I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to sue your company, make sure your stinking, filthy ass is fired, and you won't have to worry about this job anymore. How is that? I'm sure your pudgy ass will like being able to sit on the couch and collect unemployment while you fester in your own stench. Now, do us both a favor... Take one last piece of garbage out of here, yourself." Ivan said, staring Jared down. Jared made no outward threatening moves, though he walked over to push the gate out of the way before he manually lowered the garbage truck arm, setting the can back down.

Jared looked at Ivan in his expensive suit and his expensive house. Rich people had no idea how good they had it until they lost it. For the first time in his life, Jared found himself wishing Ivan would lose it. He made his way back around the truck and climbed in, shutting the door. The truck rumbled to life again before it started to roll away, heading down the street. Ivan grumbled to himself before he pulled out his cell phone, dialing his personal assistant. It took a few moments before the number connected.

"Bentley, its Ivan. Some ass hat just broke my gate. I want a repair team here as soon as you can and I want to sue whatever company my garbage company is for twice the damage." Ivan paused, "I don't know, say I was late to work or something. I'm sure my hourly wage is more than that slob's salary in a year. Oh yeah, and make sure my garbage man is fired too... I don't care how, even if we have to buy the company and then sell it back." Ivan grumbled, opening his gate up wider before moving back to his car, "Bentley, does it matter where my garbage can was? If you value your job, you'll get back to things." Ivan said, getting back in his expensive car before he hung up and drove out onto the road. Ivan shifted gears before he put the pedal to the metal, squealing past the garbage truck as he headed off to work.

****

True to his word, Ivan had gotten Jared fired. He hadn't even made it through his full rounds before he got the call from dispatch. It had taken less than an hour to collect his things, to turn in his keys and uniform and to be discharged. He even had his last check, a measly fifty dollars... Jared had been so shaken by it all that he'd gone to a place he hadn't been since he was in high school, the black market. It was a seedy underbelly of society, a place where only lowlifes and reprobates stayed... a place where thugs were the best class of people one could hope to meet, but Jared felt alright there, he felt safe enough. With his belly and beard, people didn't question him. He was family... and family was always there to lend a helping hand when one was needed.

Jared walked past the fortune tellers, the drug dealers and then he entered the exotic goods section. Carts, tents and stalls were set up between the alleys of burned out buildings. Teenagers ran around with thick plugs in their ears, adults covered with tattoos roamed around, but then Jared saw him, right where he expected. Jared took a deep breath of relief, looking over to Tanner. Tanner had been the son of a famed witch doctor in his youth, only to turn to selling any and every family secret he had gained over the years when he was fifteen. He'd been able to work out a bit of a living from it, though he never charged an exorbitant fee. When Jared had asked why, Tanner had replied that one day he knew he'd be rewarded for his generosity. Jared hoped that was the case, but even more he hoped Tanner would be willing to be generous one more time.

"Jared, is that you?" Tanner asked, reaching up to stroke his long, braided goatee. His skin was a rich mahogany brown, his eyes an unusual gold color. Just like his goatee, his hair was tied back and braided into a ponytail of dreadlocks. He eyed the large fellow up and down happily. Jared gave a gentle nod.

"Yeah, it's me." He said. Tanner clapped his hands together.

"What can I do you for old friend?" Tanner asked.

"Well, I wish I could just be visiting for the sake of it, but my life just got torn apart... I need something to set things right." Jared said. Tanner moved out from behind the table, putting an arm around Jared's immense shoulders.

"What is it you want? I'll do whatever I can." Tanner whispered.

"There's this rich man, Ivan Moore. He tore my life apart because of a minor inconvenience. He's a monster, he's... bad." Jared said, grimacing. He'd never been the brightest one in school but usually he was able to forget that about

"And what is it that you want my friend?" Tanner asked.

"I want him to lose everything, to realize what he had and why he lost it..." Jared said gently.

"But what do YOU want?" Tanner asked.

"I... I guess to have a better life than I do, to be rewarded for working so hard." Jared replied. Tanner grinned at that, nodding.

"And how far would you go to get it?" Tanner asked.

"I'd do anything, I don't have anything left to loose..." Jared said softly.

"Then I have just the thing for you, to give you everything you want and more, but it won't be easy." Tanner said, moving to open a cabinet. He pulled out a lock box and opened it with a key from around his neck. Inside were several small leaves and dried berries. Tanner pulled out a selection of each before he got his mortar and pistil ready, grinding the stuff down into a fine powder, mixing it around into a greenish paste. He scraped the contents into a zip lock bad and sealed it tight, offering it to Jared.

"What is this?" Jared asked.

"If you mix this with a bit of your essence into his food, everything will start to go your way." Tanner said with a wide grin.

"Into his food? But..." Jared paused, "He goes through chefs a lot..."

"See, now you're cooking... But I'll give you a little help to get in the door." Tanner said, "Boys!" he called out. Three thugs moved around the corner. One was six foot two with the body build of a wrestler, a Franz Joseph beard adorning his face. Next to him was an eighteen year old with a thin mustache and a swimmer build, his black hair shorn short, and the third looked a bit more like Jared with a bit of a belly, though he only had mutton chops. Tanner smiled, looking at the thugs that would help Jared accomplish his mission.

****

True to Ivan's word, it had been less than a week before he had fired his personal chef. Ivan had delegated the task of finding a replacement to his personal assistant, but after receiving a visit from Tanner's boys, Bentley made sure Jared and the boys were the only applicants. It was a short hop, skip and jump from there to being hired and Jared was in. He rounded up the nicest white clothes he could find before he showed up to work, moving in the back door. It felt a little strange passing through the gate he had driven by for so many years, but the large man steeled himself, reminding himself of his purpose.

The door to the house was easy to open when one had the proper set of codes, and with that Jared moved into the kitchen, Just the kitchen itself was bigger than Jared's apartment. Tiled floors, two kitchen islands, two kinds of stoves, hundreds of pots, every counter top appliance known to man and three refrigerators. It was immaculate, clean, and expensive... just like Ivan. Jared moved around to familiarize himself with everything, though a stack of papers caught his eye. Sitting on the stove top was a set of instructions, a manual of sorts for Ivan's tastes. Jared picked up the sheaf of papers and carried them over to the dining room table and started reading through.

The top six pages were basically a manifesto as to why food was so vital to Ivan. Given that he was so rarely at home, when he was there everything had to be perfect. Because he went all over the world, he could be asking for breakfast at two in the afternoon or two in the morning. His chef was to hold no preconceived notions about what was 'best' or 'good enough' and everything had to match up to Ivan's exacting standards. The whole thing made Jared ill to read, finding out how snobby he was in his own home.

Jared had started reading every word, but he was a slow reader. He knew it would take him forever to get every detail down, so he started to skim. He found Ivan's schedule, learning that he was returning from Australia. The time difference was wide enough that the next meal he wanted to eat was a hearty dinner. Jared flipped through the pages before he found the section devoted to approved recipes. He skimmed down the list past dishes he'd never heard of before he found it... Savory lamb chops with mashed potatoes, peas and gravy. A grin crossed over Jared's lips. That was exactly what he needed.

Setting a paperweight down on the page, Jared got to work. He had made pork chops enough that lamb chops weren't completely foreign. He gathered the flanks of meat from one of the fridges, then the potatoes and peas, herbs and spices and everything he needed. He followed the instructions to the letter, getting the oven started and breading the chops. He found the mint jelly and set it to warm up to room temperature, as per the instructions.

After a bit of work, Jared started to sweat. He reached up to wipe his brow, trying to cool off, but he knew he was running out of time. The potatoes were peeled and boiled, then the lamb chops went into the oven. The peas were standing by and it was time to mash the potatoes... and to launch the plan. Jared reached into his pocket, drawing out the zip lock of green paste. He opened it up and squeezed out half the paste into the pot before he pulled out the masher, working it up and down through the potatoes. The metal broke the starchy vegetable up and mashed it to pieces, the green paste getting squished in and worked around... though Jared knew there was one last part of the plan, the one thing he had to add. With the potatoes half mashed, he reached down to unbutton his pants and lower his fly. He reached in and lowered his underwear before pulling out his chubby cock. While only being average in length, he was almost double size. Jared started to stroke his shaft up and down, faster and harder, imagining all the wonderful things he could do with Ivan's money... and how wonderful Tanner's thugs had been to help him, and how sexy he was. In no time at all, Jared was moaning, thick sprays of cum getting into the potatoes. Once his flow stopped, Jared stuffed his cock back in and got to mashing, working the cum, paste and potatoes all together. It was going to be glorious.

****

The door to the garage opened and Ivan moved in, pausing a few steps into the house. The air smelled absolutely wonderful... He could smell the savory meat and the spices he had hand selected. Whoever the new chef was, things seemed alright so far. Ivan pulled off his suit jacket and set it up on a hook to be dry cleaned before he slowly advanced toward the dining room table. His plate had been covered with a metal dome to trap the heat and smells. A bottle of wine sat at the ready, his silverware was spotless and the chef was no where in sight, though he could hear him in the kitchen. It was precisely as Ivan preferred.

The rich man sat down and pulled the lid off, revealing the pork chops, mashed potatoes and peas. It was a simple meal, but it was one he had often fired people over. If they couldn't get the basics right, how could they do anything more sophisticated? It was a perfect test. Ivan picked up his fork and cut at the pork chop. The meat came off the bone, juicy and perfect. He brought it to his mouth and moaned as the flavors exploded on his tongue, munching away happily. He took some peas next. Moist, spiced, not mushy. They popped in his mouth. Another success. Ivan moved on to the last part, the potatoes. He brought some up on his fork, trailed it through the gravy and then brought it to his lips.

As the soft, creamy food entered his mouth, Ivan was caught off guard. It didn't taste like the recipe, but at the same time it was... better. Ivan didn't know how to feel. No chef was supposed to presume anything, he had very sophisticated tastes, but this was better... somehow, it was better. Ivan wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to fire the chef for doing something different, but he wanted to know why it was better. He decided to keep eating, to wait to make his decision. He took another mouth full of potatoes, then another, chewing it up greedily, swallowing it down. They were so salty, spicy, even a savory meaty like musk to them. He gulped them down faster each time, unaware that something very profound had started to happen... he was growing.

Ivan's button up shirt grew tighter, the buttons starting to strain a little. They had been custom tailored, but tailored for a smaller man. His abs softened as fat swept over them, then his pecs ballooned out slowly. He went from the figure of a model to an average man in three bites. In three more, his stomach started to distend more. His pecs swelled, his biceps and triceps disappeared beneath the fat and his thighs started to widen. His silk pants tightened around his legs as he grew, but Ivan hadn't noticed. He continued to eat, a soft throbbing coming from his cock as he grew more aroused by the moment. Ivan licked his lips and moaned in delight, continuing on eating. His tie grew tighter around his neck as his neck got fat, but it wasn't the only thing. His ass had swelled, his cheeks were wider and a new fold appeared beneath his chin. Even his head was rounding a bit, his light brown hair turning darker, the hair growing out a bit, starting to exude a bit of natural grease as it stretched out of his scalp.

A soft clatter came from the kitchen as Jared stumbled, suddenly off balance. He had been cleaning pots and preparing other things to cover for his life as chef when he suddenly felt too... light. His legs were easier to move, each step took him a bit further, more air was reaching his brain. Jared hadn't been prepared for any of it. At first he thought he just got dizzy, but even his throat felt lighter. Jared had stumbled at the sudden lightness and caught himself on the stainless steel fridge for balance, but when he looked up he saw a hazy reflection that couldn't be right... it couldn't be right at all.

Jared moved toward the staff bathroom, wobbling as he went. The white clothes he had gotten for his cover as chef had barely fit before, but now they were hanging looser on him. The chest sagged, the stomach hung, even his pants got baggy. They slunk down over his ass and groin, revealing the cleft of his cheeks as he all but waddled. As Jared got into the bathroom, he turned and looked at his reflection, gasping. His dark brown hair was growing lighter, taking on a light brown... but it was also growing in reverse, getting shorter. His beard seemed less full than ever, but that was because he had lost his double chins.

The chubby chef lifted up his shirt and nearly fainted, watching as his rounded stomach retracted slowly, shrinking down as if the fat was being drained away, but it was more than that. There was no excess skin, no stretch marks. It was as if he had never been larger than he was. Jared tried to think of the catalyst, what might have set it off, but then he paused. He hadn't even known what a catalyst was a few minutes before. He'd flunked out of all his science classes. How was it that such a word could just appear in his head? Jared backed up slowly, looking at the mirror in shock as he continued to lose weight... and then he remembered what he had said to Tanner in the marketplace.

He hadn't just wanted Ivan to suffer. Tanner had dragged it out of him. Jared had asked to be rewarded for the life he had lived, for being good up until that point. Was this it? Was this his reward? Jared looked up at his reflection again, pausing as the strangest change took place. The dark chocolate brown color of his eyes began to fade and shift, turning hazel, then green, then blue, lightening every second until it was an icy arctic blue. It would have popped out in stark contrast to the rest of his face except the hair on his head was a lighter brown now that suited it. Jared's jaw dropped as he realized what was happening.

"CHEF! More potatoes!" Ivan barked out, his voice sounding gruffer from the kitchen. Jared moved out of the bathroom, tripping over his own pant legs before he bunched them up and tightened his belt as far as it would go. He made it over to the stove top and found the pot of potatoes he had made. There was three quarters of a serving left, not all that much. Jared scooped it up into a bowl and carried it through the door out to the table, pausing in surprise when he saw Ivan, sitting before his food, completely gluttonous.

In a few short minutes, Ivan had gained a hundred pounds of pure fat. As if it was waiting for Jared's arrival, several buttons shot off of Ivan's shirt at once, the fabric pulling apart to reveal his huge, distended, rounded belly and his fat man boobs. Ivan looked down at himself in sudden, disbelieving shock. Then he turned to look at Jared. Jared nearly jumped, feeling more like he was looking at his own reflection now than when he was in the bathroom. Ivan's eyes had darkened to a deep shade of mahogany brown and his hair was even darker, almost black. It was clear to Jared that they were trading bodies, trading lives... trading everything.

Ivan looked at Jared, wondering why he seemed so very familiar, trying to piece it all together.... But never before in all his life had it been so hard to think. It was an effort, a strain, and so Ivan pulled back, sacrificing his curiosity for something more tangible like food. He licked his lips, his eyes moving to the bowl in Jared's hands before looking back at the chef with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Is that more tatoes?" he asked.

"Yes sir, it is." Jared said, setting the bowl down. Ivan grunted happily and took another spoon full, stuffing his mouth with it. As it hit his tongue and he let it melt, both Ivan and Jared felt a slight tingle spread down their bodies. Jared watched as Ivan's cheek bones pushed out a bit more pronounced, his jaw squaring off... but then the most profound change of all came. Ivan's face darkened with the shadow of stubble. Hairs pushed out above his upper lip, curving down into a mustache. As they grew out on Ivan, they pulled back into Jared's face, leaving his upper lip clean shaven. Thick sideburns pushed out of Ivan's face next, then the hair grew out of is jaw line. It closed up into a full beard, connecting with his wild mane of hair.

Jared reached up, feeling his bare face. His chin was pointier, his cheek bones more subtle. He was more effeminate, more business like. He hadn't been bare faced in years. Ivan murmured a bit, getting potatoes in his mustache before he licked it clean. He dipped a few bites in gravy, the gravy only staying on half way to his mouth before drizzling to his stomach, rolling down the rotund flesh. Jared looked at Ivan, starting to realize it was more than just an even swap... Ivan was becoming a slob, a dumb slob.

"Not enough. Need more. Make more?" Ivan asked, continuing on his potatoes. For a moment Jared was conflicted, torn, worried... but something insidious happened. Ivan's business sense began to worm its way into Jared like a parasite. Jared twitched a bit, his head leaning to one side as a flood of numbers came. Stocks, bonds, securities, COD's, insurance policies, phone numbers, algebra, geometry, trigonometry. It was the biggest flood yet and it came with a cold, calculating sensibility. Jared murmured, realizing if they switched bodies, it would be easy for him to pick up where Ivan left off, to assume his identity... and he would be left with the fat husk of a slave in his place. The prospect was strange, intimidating, scary... but Jared knew he would do it differently. He had to hold onto just enough of himself to do it right. He wouldn't be a snob; he'd make lives better with everything Ivan took for granted. He looked over to the fat bearded man before he nodded.

"Yes sir, right away." Jared said, returning to the kitchen. He quickly got to work peeling more potatoes, dumping them in a pot before adding water, getting them to boiling. He was surprised how fast he could move now. His body had lost a hundred and eighty pounds of fat. His skin was tight around his upper arms for the first time in his life, contouring around slight biceps and triceps. His legs were slim, but not all of the changes were comfortable. Jared grabbed onto the fridge for support as his pelvis shrunk. The bones in his waist contracted smaller. Then his spine shrank, the vertebrae becoming more compact, pulling him down a few inches in height. Most surprisingly of all, his shoulders pulled in tighter to his neck, not sticking out as far. His shirt slid down, barely able to stay up.

Jared took several deep breaths, moving to peek out of the kitchen at Ivan as the potatoes boiled. Ivan grunted as his shoulders widened, his shirt spreading open more. His fat arms got so thick that the button up shirt tore around them, releasing the oozing flesh without restraint. Ivan hesitated, as if he was trying to remember something before he got back to eating. Jared just smirked to himself, moving back to the kitchen. He pulled the potatoes off and drained the excess water before he started mashing them. Once more he brought out the zip lock bag of paste and dumped it in before he prepared the secret ingredient. He opened his pants and pulled out his shaft, though it was certainly different. It was thinner than it had been before and it was cut.

The chef started to work his shaft forward and back, amazing himself with his ability to contemplate both sex and logic at the same time. He thought back to what he had told Tanner. He wanted Ivan to know what he had lost... somewhere deep down, if Tanner was good to his word, Ivan would have to know what had happened. Jared wondered if when the change was complete if he'd remember or not. Part of Jared just wanted to let Ivan live in ignorance, but if that was the case it wasn't a moral lesson, it was just theft. Jared couldn't live like that. Ivan had to know what had happened and why... but not until after he had another bowl of potatoes.

Jared moaned as slick streams of cum sprayed into the potatoes. It wasn't as thick as it had been before. Even his balls had changed. Jared looked at his body, seeing how much more like a swimmer he looked. His stomach was pulling in tight across his abs, his chest was flat, his arms and legs strong... The change was almost done. Jared could feel business thoughts in his head, but he was still him. He finished mashing the potatoes and dished some more up, carrying them out. Ivan looked up, all but snorting. Jared was about to set the bow down when he noticed that Ivan had opened hi pants and was working his chubby fat cock.

"I... I'm not me..." Ivan said softly. Jared set the food down before he nodded.

"You're right. You're not Ivan Moore anymore." Jared said. Ivan's eyes widened. He looked up at the chef, realizing that the chef had his body. He looked down at his own body, seeing the fat and the hair. Jared nodded again, "That's right. You're Jared Duncan... A former garbage man, fired. You have nothing because a rich man took it from you, and you had nothing before because you had all that money and did nothing worthwhile with it. You didn't donate to charities; you didn't listen to people's concerns. You were a snob... and now you're a slob." Jared said. Ivan looked around, his brain struggling to process everything.

"But what will I do?" Ivan asked softly. Jared felt a pang in his heart before he sighed and moved forward, reaching out to comfort the former rich man, rubbing his fat shoulders.

"Unlike you, I have a heart. You can stay here... as my personal assistant. You can stay in the home you knew with the things you knew, but your money is going to go to more humanitarian causes." Jared said, amazed at the words coming out of his mouth. They were so sophisticated, so exciting. Ivan looked up at Jared slowly.

"Because I got you fired?" He asked, the incomplete sentence hanging in the air. Jared shifted a bit.

"Not just because of that... Because for five years we saw each other every Wednesday morning and you never learned my name. You never put the garbage bin where you were supposed to. Every charity letter was thrown out unopened... You were a bad person... but maybe you can learn... and if you do, maybe there's a way I can help you one day." Jared said. Ivan looked up at Jared for a moment before he leaned in, pressing his lips to his former body.

Jared's eyes went wide as he felt the bearded face pressing against his. It was shocking, but somehow it felt oddly right... He missed his beard, he missed being taller, but having Ivan there kept it close at hand. A chill moved through Jared's spine as he moved to kiss Ivan deeper, moving to straddle the fat man. Jared gasped as their cocks touched. Ivan's was out from masturbating and Jared had forgotten to put his away when making potatoes. Now they were grinding and frotting together. Jared moved harder and tighter, increasing the sensation.

Ivan moaned sharply, panting, humping Jared. It was harder to move, being so big, but there was a strange quality to it he liked. Being massive seemed more masculine somehow. The two went at it, bumping and grinding, though the designer chair wasn't meant to take so much weight. The wood creaked and snapped like kindling, sending Ivan and Jared to the floor. Ivan's body jiggled as he hit and Jared landed on him like a safety cushion, but still they kissed and ground, rubbing harder and harder. Jared's cock throbbed with eagerness. He knew it was more than just self-cest. He was a dominant male, health and vital and it turned him on so much. His cock looked like a spear, ready to strike... and he knew just what to do with it.

Jared carefully hoisted up Ivan's legs, pushing his ass up. The last fabric of his business pants tore open, revealing all of his thick ass, the underwear a forgotten memory. Jared moved, trailing his cock up and down the fat ass that had been his before he suddenly slid in deep and hard, grinding like mad. Ivan called out of that, moaning sharply, gazing to Jared with wonder. The physical activity was more than the fat body was used to, regardless of who had it. Ivan started to sweat, the juices rolling down his chest and collecting in his pits. A thick musk gathered in the air, potent and manly.

Despite looking like a clean cut snob, Jared had been that manly garbage man just hours before. The fat, the beard, the smell... it all aroused him. His cock raged even harder as he leaned in, his tongue pushing past his lips to lick across the hair on Ivan's chest. Jared buried his face in the hairy flesh before he moved to nuzzle Ivan's pit. Ivan moaned, worshipping Jared in turn. The new rich man's muscles, lithe body, power... Ivan had never had anyone more powerful than him. He'd always been the head honcho, but now... It was exciting and bold for someone else to be in charge. He was terrified and excited at the same time at the idea of being a personal assistant... though in the back of his mind he had a feeling that Jared really meant slave.

"You are such a slut, aren't you pig?" Jared asked, trying to humiliate Ivan a little. Ivan nodded, unable to resist the power of the cock in his ass, feeling it strike his prostate over and over again. Ivan thrashed and moaned, sweating more, his beard rubbing all over Jared's head as he moved to suck the slave's nipples, tugging on them with his teeth. Ivan moaned and grunted hard, his cock throbbing before suddenly Ivan was letting out the thickest, hottest load of his live. His cum splattered across his huge hairy belly like butter.

Jared reached up, his hand smearing the sperm around his stomach, working it into the hair and his navel, grunting sharply as he gave a few squirts of precum into the slave's ass, but he held back his orgasm. He had a far better idea on what to do with his load. He slowly pulled his shaft out, moving to slide it up and down across Ivan's cum covered belly before he offered it to the slave. Ivan looked at the cock with a mix of surprise and wonder before looking up at Jared.

"Suck it... prove your worth." Jared said, licking his lips. Ivan slowly clambered to roll over before crawling up to Jared on al fours, his belly dragging across the wood. He leaned in to rub the cock against his bearded cheek, then the other before he moved, his fat lips spreading over the head of the shaft slowly. Jared moaned, grabbing onto Ivan's head, his fingers curling in the greasy hair, holding him there. Ivan bobbed his head forward and back, his lips dragging over the thick cock head. He slurped at the slit before he worked deeper, taking inch after inch of shaft in slowly.

Jared moaned, wondering if this was what it was like to be elite, wondering if Ivan had boys in every country or if he'd been straight, but he sucked cock pretty good. Whether it was instinct or experience, Jared wasn't going to complain. He fucked the save's mouth, sliding the cock in and out more and more with every passing moment. Ivan murmured as his nose and chin mashed into Jared's well groomed groin. Ivan slurped and sucked before pulling back almost all the way, slamming down again.

Ivan couldn't believe how much his life had changed. One morning he'd been on top of the world and now he was sucking down a garbage man's cock. Worst of all, he was loving it. He felt so humiliated and ashamed, but he couldn't stop. Ivan sucked on that cock like it was his life line, drawing on it as Jared thrashed more and more... and then, all at once, Jared could take no more. His new streamlined balls tugged up, his shaft throbbed and slick, milk cum sprayed down Ivan's gullet. The slave gulped at the seed happily, realizing that the flavor of the potatoes had come from Jared. The salt, the musk. That was the flavor he loved so much. He knew he should have been enraged, but all he did was close his eyes and savor it. It was a perfect taste.

Jared moaned, his hand caressing Ivan's head as the slave nursed from his rod. Jared panted hard to reclaim his breath, feeling rather fantastic about it all to say the least. Even when he had stopped cumming, Ivan worked to clean his cock with his mouth obediently. Jared smiled happily, looking around the mansion. He had a life again, one better than ever before. He'd be able to make a difference and anything he couldn't figure out, Ivan was right there to help... but there was one thing Jared had to do first, a debt he had to make good on.

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Jared moved up to the door in a crisp silver Italian suit, his hair neatly gelled. He opened the door up and grinned, seeing Tanner on the other side with his boys. Tanner looked Jared up and down for a moment before looking into Jared's icy blue eyes.

"Is it you?" he asked. Jared rolled his eyes.

"Of course it's me, if I wasn't me would I have invited you here?" Jared said, moving to hug Tanner tightly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Tanner murmured, humping Jared a bit before he released.

"I'm going to miss your beard... but I love this place." Tanner said.

"Well, I could always grow the beard back out." Jared smirked, "Come in, have some imported whisky." Jared smiled. Tanner moved in, followed by the three thugs. They had dressed a bit neater for the occasion, wearing cleaner clothes and diamond stud earrings. Jared looked at them all with a hungry look. He hadn't realized before how much more time someone had to think about sex when they were rich. Jared wanted to taste their muscles and their cocks, to take it all in.

"So do we get the full tour?" Tanner asked, looking through the shelves.

"I'd hope so, how else are you going to pick your rooms?" Jared asked. Tanner froze before turning, looking at Jared.

"What?" he whispered. Jared grinned.

"I remember what you always said, about doing things nice for other people and one day good things would happen to you. I came to you for help, all I had was fifty dollars, the last fifty I'd ever get. You didn't even take that, you just helped me. Now it's my turn. This mansion is yours; all of you can stay here. We have enough to live on the rest of our life if I take out COD's and invest a little. It'll work out perfectly.

"I can't believe this, this is just too great, I mean..." Tanner was speechless. Jared just smirked.

"Well, we better get to the tour. I haven't had enough time to check everything out myself so we'll need my assistant to help." Jared said, moving to the garage. He opened the door and peered in, spotting Ivan on his inflatable mattress.

The garage was temperature controlled and had its own air filters, fitted out nicer than most houses to keep the cars from getting dusty. It was comfortable enough to live in, and Jared had decided that it would be Ivan's starter room. Jared reached up and snapped with his hand. Ivan sat up and turned, seeing his master wanted something. He stood up and waddled into the house, earning the gasps of the others. Ivan wore only a thick leather collar and a harness across his chest, leaving him naked and bare.

"What can I do for you master?" Ivan asked.

"Show us around the house, where everything is." Jared said.

"Right this way." Ivan said, leading them off.

"Very nice... Very nice." Tanner said, following after, giving Jared's tight ass a squeeze as they moved up the stairs.