Slave in Training

There's never anyone that I'm interested in at my school. None of the guys here are hot, and I don't even want to deal with them anyway. That's why I began going out and looking for older guys, ones that know what they're doing. Since I just turned eighteen, that meant that I was fair game for any guy that wanted me. It was an exciting thought, and it often made me feel a bit intimidated, but I'm okay with that. I was done looking for guys at school, so I decided to start looking in other places. Gay bars, no luck. Stores, no luck. The park, you guessed it, no luck. I was about to just give up, until one day I met someone absolutely perfect for my needs. It wasn't a graceful introduction by any means. I was at the mall with some of my friends, going into the video store to try and find something cool to watch that night. I was looking through shelves upon shelves, ignoring my surroundings, when I knocked into who would soon be someone very close to me. "Dude, what the fuck?" I heard him say, anger clear in his voice. He was taller than me by a good bit, and significantly more muscular. My stomach had felt as if it was filled with nothing but fear. It was an exciting feeling. "Oh.... Sorry, sir. I promise I didn't mean to get in your way." His anger subsided and he cracked half a smile. "Yeah, sir is right you little punk." My friend had gone to the other side of the room, either oblivious to the situation or not wanting to get in trouble. His comment made me blush a little, and he must have seen it, because it made him chuckle. "What's wrong? Don't wanna acknowledge those above you?" I was a little burned by that, but what could I do? "I.... I don't know." He smiled again, seeing that he'd overpowered me. "Why don't you come back into the stock room and help me get this work done since you fucked up the shelf when you hit me." How was I going to say no? I would either get kicked out or get my ass kicked.