Slugger

By Clay Ferrill

Young Troy wants a different life from the one he's headed for and doesn't want the short version. Always a baseball fan attending both minor - and major-league games, he waits by the locker room exit seeking the autographs of his player heroes. The crowds all gone and few people around, not only does he get the autograph he most wanted, his willingness to do anything to get his autograph, Troy finds himself enmeshed in a strange new job that will change the course of his life. His performance for his player hero that night earned him an audition to a unique position as a house Slugger for a major league team. Spend Troy's first week at his new job as he rotates through his daily assigned player duties with the careful and in-depth guidance of his Physical Trainer, who teaches him how to be the best Slugger ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clay Ferrill
• Release date: Jun 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005560812

Clay Ferrill

The novels and short stories I have published on this platform are gay male erotica. My novels provide a more in depth view of the characters I construct and I only hope you, the reader, feel I do those characters justice by defining them as more than simply sexual objects. I've strived to add deeper and broader character dimension as I weave them into the storyline.My short stories are commonly called "bang-boy" books because they get right down to the nitty gritty and often spontaneity of consensual sex between men in various scenarios. Other readers have described them as just short enough to get them excited and worked up and in that way, very much like the former fiction stories published in the gay men's magazines of yesteryear.WARNING: If you live in or visit any countries where homosexuality is illegal, download my work at your own risk. Please take extra care and may peace always be with you.

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SLUGGER

A gay erotic short story

by

Clay Ferrill

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Additional works by this author:

The Imitation of Kieran McConnell

The Knights of Damascus

Forgiveness

Summer Thunder

Forgiving Rome

Bite Marks

Taking Dick

Let Me See

Thou Shalt Not

Just Say No

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names of characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to any actual real-world events is purely coincidental. All copyrighted and trademarked names, businesses, and products mentioned in this book remain the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way attempting to claim any such ownership by their use. No infringement is intended.

Content Warning

This story contains adult language and material, including homosexual discussions and overtones, and explicitly described homosexual activities. As such, this book is not recommended for minors, those who do not wish to read such material, or if it is illegal for you to own a copy.

If it is illegal for you to own a copy, you assume all risks, liabilities and/or penalties that result from downloading the book. Please, I beg of you, if you live in a country that condones or practices the imprisonment or execution of homosexuals simply for being a homosexual, be vigilant and very careful when downloading.

HOUSE RULES

When I first walked in the front door, I couldn’t believe my luck. Landing a job that pays $300K per year with an amazing benefits package, I can also earn an annual bonus that matches my salary. Over half a million a year. Fuck!

I’ve always been aggressively competitive. It’s in my nature. I think that’s the reason they selected me, but honestly, I’ll never be certain of their exact reasons. The recruiting process for this gig was pretty straight forward, but the examination process was a bit brutal, involving a 2-day stay in a private clinic and daily mental therapy sessions with a private psychiatrist. By the end of that near month-long process, I was finally cleared to start work. It’s a Sunday afternoon and I start first thing tomorrow morning. At 12:01, actually, just after midnight.

As I was told, I’ll get a visit from my personal physical trainer at 7:00 a.m. and already told I needed to be showered and cleaned, including flushing my colon. I assume it’s because my trainer will be fucking me. I knew this gig was pretty much all about sex from the start. I’d been recruited to the house by the famous baseball outfielder and hitter, Ace Mackey.

I’d sucked him off when I surprised him late coming out of the team locker room. I know he’s always the last to leave after a game, and I also know he usually taps one of the girls waiting outside the locker room to take her home and fuck her. Also known as ‘Game Girls’. Because he was the last to leave and no one else was waiting for him that night, except me, it didn’t take much encouragement on my part for him to tap me instead. He pulled me inside the door and I sucked him off right there in the locker room in back bathroom stall. The cock wants what the cock wants. I smiled and just told him I could swallow his cock and load if he wanted, and he wanted.

A day later I got the recruiting call and the process started. Ace is one of seven silent owners of the house. The names of the owners have been hidden under sub-corporations and umbrella shell companies to keep their identities secret. I know who they all are and have been briefed on all of them in fine detail. They’re all professional baseball players and all but two of them are married to women and have children. Each owner buys into the house purchasing a single day of the week for $500K. For the day they select, it’s their house, which includes me. I’m what’s called a Slugger.

As instructed and pretty much covered in exhaustive detail over the past month at different intervals, I have learned what is expected of me to earn this kind of money. Above all else, my confidentiality about anything that happens within the walls of this house is an imperative. Violating that one rule is grounds for immediate termination. But if I make it through the three-year contract I signed, I’ll get $150K a year for life. That’s the gauntlet in my mind. My rubicon to pursue and overcome. My golden ticket. Doing things with men that I love, and want very much to do with them anyway.

Setting down my duffel bag, I ease the front door closed and reach to turn the deadbolt but it automatically clapped shut. Which is another rule. The house is to be locked always, all doors. Whether someone is inside or not, it’s locked up. It’s good to see that I paid attention to my arrival instructions, oh but look, here they are all printed out on the table just inside the door. Here’s what it says, so you can get an idea of the rigor with which I have to perform my function and duties.

ARRIVAL:

Welcome to your new home!

Fitted with all the latest technology, a wall mount tablet near the door of every room is used to touch-screen access the house’s automatic functions including: HVAC temperature and humidity control, rate of fresh air exchange, fire suppression systems, and automatic door/window locking. All sub-routine functions of the house have been automated. Food stocks and other staple essentials are automatically ordered every Sunday evening and delivered the following day. Feel free to add anything you like to the shopping list at any time. Delivery is restricted to Monday’s only, no exceptions.

Please take your time inspecting your new home using the interactive tour now.

Welcome home, Slugger.

It went on to list each room and when I lifted the stapled pages to read them, a tone sounded and I looked up to the wireless tablet clipped to the wall to see this same welcome packet reflected in an interactive to-do list. I started reading on the first page and pulled the tablet from the clips, walking slowly into the kitchen down the entry hall on the right.

As I stepped into each room, the lights automatically illuminated. Fucking cool kitchen. I’d seen pictures, but they didn’t do it justice. Gleaming everything, there’s even a chilled beer tap sticking up out of the granite counter near the fridge. The kegs are kept in the basement and serviced by a pro every few weeks to make sure there’s always chilled beer on tap for the owners.

As I walked the rest of the house I read about each room. Pretty straight forward stuff. Blah blah blah about the rooms and what they’re used for, but I jumped down to the bottom of the list to read more detail about cleaning and maintenance of the interior …it will be your responsibility to clean and maintain the interior at all times. It went on to say that exterior landscaping and maintenance is contracted, as is pool and hot tub maintenance. This would be the first subtle way of discouraging me from leaving the house, I would soon find out.

I finished the check list and walked to the entry way and got my duffel. I hauled it into the room designated to be my bedroom, with a small single bed, a small dresser, a night table with a reading light, alarm clock, and it was the only room carpeted. A small bathroom with a shower just inside the doorway. The only room with carpeting? No window, no door. Stark and simple, almost like a cell, which I would learn was its name all along. The owner’s referred to it as The Dugout.

Instructed to bring my own clothes for the first week only, they’d arranged for moving to storage, everything else I couldn’t bring that I owned. All I brought were two pairs of tattered jeans, my most comfortable, seven t-shirts, seven jockstraps, and seven pairs of tighty-whitey underwear. I took this instruction to mean that I’d be spending most of my time naked. The only items of clothing provided to me were a dark blue ball cap with ‘Lil’ Slugger’ stitched across the front in white, and a black one with Batter Up in silver lettering.

Both caps were custom