QUICK UPDATE

Link: THE EXODUS

Saturday September 6, 2025

5:18pm

It’s Saturday evening.  I’m laying on the couch in the living room under the fan waiting on boss to call me in to help him with some things.  Although Boss currently needs more assistance with activities of daily living, being home is allowing me to get more chores around the apartment completed.  I’m also not as pressed with important business that I need to take care of for my dad.  It was a little crazy when Boss first came home.  We both had to get used to a new way of living with his limitations.

He is however gaining his strength back. 

It is a long process but he is getting better.

It’s not all smooth sailing.  But we are learning what works for us as far as his safety and his health.  I have even had more time to relax and do some writing. 

It doesn’t change the fact that there are some physical aspects that can be pretty hard on my body.  It comes with the territory. 

Speaking of which, I’ve had no calls as of late for any positions.  This is all good in my book.  I did discover that the family of the client I was taking care of put out an add paying five dollars more than they were paying me.

Ain’t that a bitch!

I’m not even mad though.  

One of these days I’m going to take my name off all registries and call it a wrap. 

Being a caregiver is a thankless job.  It takes a person with a special kind of heart for people to do it for as long as I have.  Hence the reason they get away with doing their employees wrong.  

I’m fully aware of all the guilt trips they pull on us. 

The “do it for your clients,” the “we all have to pull our own weight and take on some extra shifts,” not to mention the “they need yous,” and the big one, “It’s just not in our budgets for…” you fill in the blank.

I’m so immune to that bullshit it doesn’t even phase me anymore.

No.  I’m not available.  No.  I cannot work more hours, and I need my raise please!

I am actually relieved that I am not dealing with all that bullshit anymore.  

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed working with my clients.  Most of them were a delight to work for.  

Most. 

Once Boss’s leave is up.  He is going to go back to work but only part time. 

So this means there is going to be some things we need to cut back on. 

I'm going to look for something I can do that will give me flexible hours.  I mean really flexible.  

With Boss’s daily needs as well as his doctor's appointments and physical therapy, having a set schedule will be damn near impossible.

Maybe I will see what some of these ridesharing platforms are like.  Maybe something like Uber, Lift, or Uber eats.  Something that will allow me to bring in a little extra along with the hours I get with Boss.  It may be a little tight for a moment.  But we are

brainstorming now and working our bills out so that when the storm comes we can be as ready as possible. 

As for now, I feel pretty good about things.  There is no major crisis going on with Dad.  The narcissist isn’t yelling my ear off on how much of a fuck up I am compared to them.  It is all pretty chill.  I'm going to take this time and savor it.

MARK’S DNA INSIDE OF ME - (PART 2)

LINKS: THE INITIATION

              SIR

              THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF

              ORAL TRAINING

The year 2002

 About 2:45am  

As I moved my head forward to receive SIR's cock, he grabbed the back of my head and slowly pushed his hips forward, filling my mouth with his dick.  His cock reached the back of my throat causing me to gag.  

He didn't do it forcefully but it was still a lot for me to take especially not being used to oral as much.

"Suck it." He said with authority.

I began to grab his waist.  I held on to his waist, going down to his hips until I got to his butt cheeks and squeezed a bit pushing his pelvis into my face.  For the first time I was getting used to blowing him. I was finally making love to his hips and buttocks as I guided them back and forth pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.

He allowed this for only a few seconds.

"Hands behind your back.  And keep them there," he ordered.

He began pumping my face slowly and deep.  I attempted not to fight it but my gag reflex was not as open as it is now.  After a few minutes, my throat finally started loosening up to the intruder.

As I got more into it, I made the mistake of going under his shirt to feel his chest.  What a great feeling to feel his chiseled slightly furry chest.

But it wouldn't last for long.

He bent down and pinched my nipples as hard as he could.  

"Did I say you could fucking touch me!"he snarled.

"No SIR!" I yelled in pain.

"Are you going to do that again?"

"No SIR!"

"Where are your hands supposed to be!"

"Behind my back," I wailed.

"Behind your back, what!" He yelled.

"Behind my back SIR!"

A few minutes later

He was still inside me but my jaw was getting sore.  

"Umm, umm," I mumbled.

Umm, Umm," I mumbled louder.

"You had enough?"

"Umm Hmm," I slurred as I nodded my head,"Yes."

"Good boy," he replied.

He took his cock out.  

I saw his cock swinging in the air with my spit oozing down the shaft to his balls.  It was a

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