TurnedChapter II By zaggetthefagget
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Chapter Two
I didn't expect to hear Sam say Oh hi Mr. James. Nor did I expect to hear my boss say hello Samuel, back to work. I heard the bathroom door open and close, then the door to the stall I was in opened slowly. There stood my boss, all six foot five inches. Mr. James was about ten years older than me, but he still looked as if he could be a pro in the NFL. My boss stood looking down at me, his eyes taking in my exposed penis, disheveled clothing, and deer in the headlights expression. I started to stand to put myself back together, opened my mouth to try to explain my condition, but Mr. James spoke before I could begin to make up a lie. No don't try to lie to me, I know what I heard going on in here. Mr. James stepped into the stall without closing the door. Sitting on the toilet seat I had no choice but to tilt my body away from the large older man, in order to maintain eye contact. I was so intent on looking him in the eyes, and paying close attention to what he was saying that, I totally missed the fact that he was opening his zipper and pulling his dick out of his pants, until my boss placed his hand on top of my head and directed my sight to his hardening penis. Now David, I like you, you do good work, you're attractive, well groomed, and polite without being obsequious. However I can't just ignore what I caught you enticing Samuel into doing. What you do on your own time is none of my business, but playing grab ass on company time must have consequences. I barely was able to follow my boss's speech, my eyes could look away from the giant dick that was growing bigger by the second in front of my to close for comfort face.
I must have become lost in watching his dick expand, because Mr. James snapped his fingers in my face. I looked up at him, and he said, I asked if you wanted to keep your job here? Mutely, I nodded my head. Mr. James shook his head and growled, use your words, Mr. Johnson, as he gave my head a little shake (just as my father had when I was a child in the wrong). Y, ahem Yes Sir. I croaked out. Good Good, David. So you just cooperate, and we can pretend I never was here today, right? Yes sir. Mr. James smiled down at me, and pulled me forward towards his fully hard and throbbing dick. Mr. James guided my head until my nose was nestled into the loose skin of his hooded penis. At last my mind unfroze, blackmail I could comprehend, and with comprehension my mind caught up with events, and senses I had put on hold. As my nose made contact with my boss's foreskin, I could smell his crotch odor, and realised I had been smelling it since he opened his fly.
Mr. J. Took his penis in hand and rubbed it around on my face, first with the glans covered, then he peeled back his hood, and again rubbed himself over my face. I couldn't believe the strong odor that wafted up my nose when he did this.I would expect a man at this stage of his career to be mire careful in his hygiene. Suddenly Mr. J. Pulls away a bit and says look at my cock! I direct my gaze to his dick, and am stunned to see smegma filling the area behind his glans. With no fore thought I blurt out, Don't you ever wash your dick? I freeze, I'm sure Mr. J. feels me tense up, but instead of being offended he chuckles, and replies, I usually make my cocksuckers, and whores clean it after I use them, sometimes before I use them too. My boss takes his finger runs it through the thick waxy goo on his dick, then pushes his finger into my left nostril, giving it a twist before pulling it out then forcing the finger in my mouth. His actions happened so quickly my reaction was delayed. When I did react, I did so with a conclusive body spasm. Mr. J's. finger was still lodged in my mouth, and he pushed my tongue down on my lower jaw, painfully hard. He also pushed my upper body back against the wall. Stepping closer to me, he slowly pulls his digit from my mouth, after he wipes it clean on my tongue. My eyes are watering from the strong odor inside my sinus cavity, and mouth. I open my mouth to breathe through it instead of my nose, but now my boss has actually straddled the toilet, his crotch is mere inches from my face. He is holding his penis in his right hand, and places his left behind my head, grasping my hair tightly. It hurts a bit, but is so short I know I could shake his grip with minimal hair loss. I hear Mr. J's. voice command open up, David! I open my mouth, my boss, pushes his dick into it. Not far, just the head plus an inch, Now close your mouth. I close my mouth and Mr. J. commands me to lick his cock clean. My body reacts with another spasm, at his order, instantly his large hand is around my throat. In fear I hear him growl, don't you dare puke on me. You keep all of your body's fluids, and any I give you, inside you. Understand? He nods my head up and down, but not until he feels my tongue licking the smegma from his dick, does he ease his grip on my throat. Good boy he growls, as I swallow the first rancid curds of his dick cheese. Soon I can find no more goo to clean off his hard pole, so I still my tongue. His hands remain in control of my ability to move, so I am just still. Mr. J pulls his dick out of my mouth, lets go of my hair, and releases my throat. Putting his penis back in his pants, he steps out of the stall. Confused I look up into his eyes, when he sees he has my attention he says, I have a meeting I need to get to, get back to work, and don't leave the office until I say you may do so! Understand? Yes sir, I say. Resigned to my fate, I ask, Should I call my wife, and let her know I'll be late? Mr. J. goes to the sink, and washes his hands, checks his appearance, then nods his head and says, yes you might be quite late tonight, then he's gone. I close the stall door and lock it, I won't make that mistake again. I pull my self together, stand and adjust my clothing, then go to the mirror. I look better than I feel, I'm so confused at how swiftly my self image has been crushed and mangled. I did not fail to notice, as I was putting my clothes in order, that I had to wait for my throbbing penis to go soft. Even after having come twice in the last half hour. I could still smell my boss's head cheese, how can my dick stay so hard after being abused by two men, while the stench of another mans smegma permeates my senses?
Embarrassed, because I have been in the restroom for so long, while two other men were also in there, and the door to the restroom is in view of the entire office, I finally leave the bathroom. I look intent, like I'm thinking about a problem as I make my way to my desk. I make eye contact with no one. I am no sooner in my seat, when my phone rings, I answer its Sam. What happened? I tell him I'm busy, and can't talk. I feel bad for being so abrupt, and my eyes glance in his direction. I see him scowl and look towards me and quickly look away.
I suddenly felt queasy. I quickly got hold of myself, even if I did throw up, I couldn't go home. Mr. James, had told me not to leave the office. Oh right I need to call my wife, I do that hurriedly, to make it sound as if I'm in a rush. My wife is upset, and becomes the bitch before we hang up. I know I'll pay for it later. But my boss gas me by the balls. Janet can make my life miserable, Mr. Paul James can end my career, permanently, not just with this company. In the hopes of easing her ire, I call a friend who is on maternity leave, and ask if he can do me a favor. Could he buy A box of chocolates,and take them to my florist food me? Curt agrees, I call my florist tell her the situation, ask her to reimburse my buddy, add it to my bill, wrap up a dozen roses(red), with eight blue irises, and one white pompom chrysanthemum. She agreed(once my credit card was approved with a big tip for the delivery boy), she has my signature on file, so she wrote I'm sorry my Dear, Love... She then copies my signature. Voila, candy, flowers, and a card signed by Your Wonderful Husband!
Dealing with more mundane issues had settled my nerves, and let me bury my fear,and doubts. I couldn't yet deal with my job, so went into the break room, found a soda, and some peanuts. Sat in a chair by the window looking over the bit of the city view not yet blocked by new construction work. Sam sat down next to me with his own snack. What happened? He asked. Well I didn't get fired, so what do you think happened? I am also forbidden from leaving without Mr. J's. permission. Oh fuck Sam sighed. Did he ask what we were doing? No Sam, he knew what we were doing. He then made me do some of that to him, but had a meeting to go to... So now I can't leave without his say so. Damn, do you think he will make me stay also? Fuck you Sam, I wouldn't have to stay if you had just left me alone, not followed me into the restroom, not pushed me into letting you blow me, not forced me to swallow your load! I'm a happily married straight man, I had an unsettling encounter with a strange gas jockey this morning, and now thanks to you my career is in jeopardy, and maybe my marriage. So I could care less if you have to be disciplined or not. On second thought I hope you do need to be disciplined, this is all your fault. It was that new guy at the Gulf station wasn't it? Sam asked. Stunned I just looked at Sam, open mouthed, and thought how did he guess? Sam smiled at my obvious surprise, It was him wasn't it! This is his third day working there. I was filling up when he was hired. There is something about that guy, an animal allure. I bet all the women in town will be buying Gulf gas till he moves on. I was about to blast Sam again when behind us we heard Mr. J's. voice, Samuel, David, I need to see you in my office now please. Heart sinking, I followed my boss into his office, Sam right behind me. Sam close the door behind you please, lock it also. Feeling faintly ill I stood in front of Mr. Js. desk. Mr. J. looked at me and frowned, then said, Sit down David, you too Sam. Mr. James looked at us for a few moments after we were seated. Well I never expected to catch you two in the bathroom stall! I have found a few I had expected would be the type, but David you I never would have guessed. Samuel, you have a certain air of possibilities. But why in the bathroom here at work? I opened my mouth to explain, but Sam spoke first. It was my fault Mr. James, I saw David go into the restroom with an obvious swelling in his pants, I couldn't resist following him. I caught him at a vulnerable moment, then pushed him into letting me seduce him. After he had spent , I was taking care of myself, David rose to a second bout, again I seduced him, then I forced him to accommodate me in my moment of joy. Sam deftly explained the situation. Yes I heard you tell him in you or on you, I must say I never expected you Samuel to be so cold hearted. I have no excuse Sir, its just that in the heat of that moment, I gave into a base thought, spurred on by the fact that David rose to the task while watching me work on my problem. Yes, I also observed that even while in an unpleasant situation, and awkward position, David remained undaunted, shall we say. Gentlemen, I need to ponder this situation, the entire office saw the two of you enter that room and take entirely to much time to exit. I doubt it will be long before someone lets slip the tale to someone higher than my authority can cover you. However if I can be seen to have disciplined the two of you, we may be able to save your careers'. David you are due two weeks vacation, which you had scheduled for August, if you take leave starting Monday, without pay, that can be construed as my discipline, should the need arise. Sam, your promotion took place just month before last, if we recall your promotion, and pay raise, it will be taken as my punishment for you. Now don't worry this will blow over with the next executive who gets caught screwing his secretary. Two maybe four months at most. I will also personally need to counsel the two of you, separately, possibly jointly. Is this agreeable to you both? I couldn't believe it, salvation, and absolution. Yes Sir, thank you Mr. James. I quickly responded. Sam didn't seem too thrilled about his part in this plan until Mr. J. assured him his promotion would be reinstated as soon as he could get away with it. We shook hands, and I once again said thank you Mr. James. David, Samuel, after this in private please call me Paul, I feel like my father is behind me whenever anyone less than two decades younger than I calls me Mr. James. Yes sir we both agreed. You two need to look hang dogged now. We stepped from our boss' office looking properly chastised, and Mr. J. Told me to make sure I left nothing I would need in the next few weeks in my desk. I nodded and hurried to my desk then out of the building. End Chapter Two. Praise, and suggestions welcome. Want your story written? Write me and tell it to me, I'll turn it into an experience, or two. Ever had one that got away, or just couldn't get the timing right? Write me with the details, and your preferences. I'll bring it to life. Want to get back at someone? A rival, an ex, let me bring them down to my level(sub basement) for you.
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