Designated Bottom Ch. 02 by bbsubcarter,bbsubcarter Before the world became a gayer and hornier place, waking up feeling in tip top health would have normally been great luck. Things were different now, though, and the truth was that waking up feeling as good as I did that morning after being exceptionally drunk the night before was alarming. The fact that I felt like I could easily hike tens of miles, or swim across a river without even getting winded was an unwelcome hint that my life was about to change.
I’d seen it firsthand with one of my best friends and roommate Art’s younger brother Patrick, who’d been the first guy I’d met to go through the same thing. Still going through it, if we are being honest. He’d just started coming to terms with the fact that he’d become a designated bottom. I spent the next 40 minutes searching the internet to review everything the world knew about these changes that started five years ago.
I’d give anything to go back in time and be one of the millions of people whose sexual orientation and libido changed seemingly overnight. I’d much rather just be bi and extremely horny like my other best friend and roommate Clyde, then have undergone no changes at all, and now become part of the second waves of changes. Designated bottoms, as they were officially called, had been straight, gay, bi, trans, burnouts, CEOs, masculine, feminine. All kinds of men have experienced this change. Regardless of their orientation beforehand, designated bottoms all became fully gay, fully submissive, and slutty beyond reason. And not only that, they inspire an insane amount of horniness in the men around them, also regardless of orientation.
I read a story of a man, father of 4, who was considered rather domineering, though successful. In the span of a few weeks, he went from a high-powered lawyer who owned his own practice, to selling off his half to his partner, and becoming a free use bottom for men looking to get off a few blocks away from the courthouse he used to spend his days in. One man was an up-and-coming doctor in a highly specialized field. He still does his work there but spends his weekends making “house calls” to private residences or gay bathhouses to take any loads he’s given. And another guy started changing to a designated bottom right as he started basic training with the army. They found a different place for him after finding him at the center of a recruit gangbang. After the sergeants took turns, of course. All these men Thanks for reading pls vote or commented being happier than ever, but that only made me more nervous.
The life I’d pictured for myself was starting to slip through my fingers. Though there were some pros I learned of in my furious attempts to find some detail about these changes that proves I wasn’t turning into a designated bottom. Apparently, the initial Thanks for reading pls vote or comments of feeling very physically well were not temporary. Those who had STDs beforehand found themselves testing negative after the change. And so far, the studies were showing essentially zero risk of ever catching STDs or passing them to others. Basically, designated bottoms don’t get sick, don’t get injured easily, and don’t even need to sleep as much.
These details were poor comfort, though. Those qualities would all be enviable under normal circumstances, but this was not a normal circumstance. I was well and truly freaked. I decided I needed to get out of the house and clear my head a little. It was some consolation that I felt well enough to go for a quick run before Clyde and Art woke up. I didn’t want to run into them.
It was a nice morning, and it was still very early so not a lot of people were out. Which suited me fine. I ran to a park a few blocks away and found a quiet place to think. It occurred to me at that point that I might have been freaking out over nothing. Maybe it wasn’t that I was becoming a designated bottom. Maybe I just lucked out and didn’t get hungover. I’d been drinking water all day yesterday, after all. This could just be me jumping to conclusions.
The park was mostly empty even on a Sunday morning, which I was grateful was the case. The only folks I saw were some people walking their dogs, and other runners like me. A guy jogged by me on my bench. I noticed his shorts were loose but hugged him well. I saw the faint outline of his dick flopping around with every step and felt myself swallow hard. Why was I checking out his dick? I knew why but didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to make it real by attributing its cause. I turned my gaze away and saw another guy in compression tights. Fuck! My eyes darted to a few other guys before I realized this was a mistake. I ran home as quickly as possible.
When I walked in the door, I found Art sitting on the couch. He looked up at me and smiled.
“Damn dude, you are up early! Trying to jog off the hangover?”
“Uh… yeah something like that.” I avoided making direct eye contact. If this was really happening it would probably be too early for someone like Art to notice, but I couldn’t bear the thought of him looking at me… the way Clyde looked at Patrick. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”
“Okay dude. Don’t hog the bathroom.”
The shower was warm, and I was grateful to be alone for a moment again. I washed my body methodically. As I lathered up my arms and legs, I noticed again how much more toned I felt from just the day before. I decided to rub one out and hope that it was just a weird case of feeling horny in the morning after drinking. I started to stroke my dick slowly, thinking of the last girl I fucked. Her name was Maggie, and we had met at a coffee shop, and then again at a party Clyde brought us too. I invited her home, and she sucked my dick before straddling me in bed and riding my cock like nobody’s business. I imagined her tits bouncing up and down, and her wet pussy opening for my dick.
My dick remained soft. I stroked, and slid, and tried to recall more girls I’d fucked. More breasts I’d kissed. Not a stir from downstairs. Then I remembered the guys from the park this morning. The flopping dick in the guy’s running shorts. The compression tights that showed off that other guy’s calves, and his own bulge. I’d already stopped stroking when the images of girls weren’t doing the trick, but to my dismay when I looked down, I saw my dick was at full attention. I tried to will it away, but no luck. At this point I thought it would be best to just shoot a load and hope that’d be it. I started furiously stroking my cock, and just let my mind wander to the bodies of the guys I saw on my morning jog. While my right hand beat my meat, my left started rubbing over the rest of my body. Feeling my stronger arms, my pecs that felt harder than I’ve ever been able to achieve. And then over my ass. It was also more toned, and as I got closer to orgasm, my mind continued to race, and my hand continued to rub, and I found my fingers brushing up against my asshole as if by instinct.
I moaned loudly at the sensation, and just the touch was enough to bring me to climax. As if this situation wasn’t bad enough, though, the last image in my head as I came was not of the guys I’d seen. It was the image of a naked Clyde pumping away at Patrick’s hole. I shot 7 or 8 ropes of cum and felt weak in the knees. It was one of the best orgasms of my life, and the worst part was that I was disturbed by what brought it on. The stories I’d read, and that Clyde had shared with me made me sure in this moment that getting fucked by Clyde was inevitable. Art too, probably. I finished my shower in shock and numbness. Post-nut clarity helped, but the image of Clyde’s naked thrusting body was still there when I closed my eyes.
Clyde was awake when I got out of the shower. Him and Art were watching something in the living room. There was no avoiding them, so I went in and tried my best to not look them in the eyes when I told them I was going out to get coffee and would be back later. They groaned okay through the pain of their hangovers. I was grateful they didn’t look up or think much of it but was again confronted with a new feeling when I saw Clyde was shirtless and in grey sweatpants. He’d told me before that he loved a guy in grey sweatpants and I never thought much of it, but now I understood better what he meant. More fear at that revelation, but I was out of the house looking for somewhere, anywhere to go to avoid guys.
Walking down the street, guys were unavoidable. And while most seemed not to notice me there were a few that seemed to do a double take. That only made me even more nervous about my situation than I already had been. Living in a city made it very difficult to find a place that wasn’t my apartment where I could be alone. I wanted to find a place to disappear to, but nothing was coming to mind. I rounded a corner and walked face first into a guy nearly a foot taller than me and landed flat on my ass. He apologized and reached out his hand. Instinctively, I took it, and he helped me up which of course ended with us looking each other dead in the eyes. And when that happened, he smiled widely. A knowing smile. I remembered what I’d read that early on when a guy first becomes a designated bottom, it is not evident except to experienced gay tops.
“Well, hello there,” he said. I wanted to avert my eyes but found it very difficult to do. In the same way he seemed suddenly taken with me, I felt taken by him. His smile was so charming that I felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over me like a warm wave of tingles.
“Uhm… h-hi,” I managed to reply.
“Sorry for bumping into you. You look like you were in a hurry. Going somewhere?”
“I- uhm… not really. Just a bit… stressed I guess,” I stammered back.
He smiled even wider. “I understand. You certainly seem preoccupied. I’m Will.” I introduced myself back, and said I better get going so I don’t take up more of his time. “Nonsense. I’m not in any rush to get anywhere either. I was about to go upstairs,” he gestured to the apartment building we were in front of. “Want to come up for some coffee to make up for me barreling into you?”
My mind was screaming no. I was terrified about where this might lead. Yet, something else inside me was taking over, and before I knew it, I stammered out an acceptance of his offer. Which only made him smile more. That damned smile that melted me in place. I found myself following him up the stairs and couldn’t help but ogle him along the way. He was tall as I’d mentioned. Dark hair in an undercut. He clearly worked out. His back was the kind of triangle I’d seen at the gym from guys who were there every day of the week. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, and an open button-down shirt with a tight t-shirt underneath. When we got to his door, he opened it and gestured for me to come inside. I took a breath asking myself if I was really going into this stranger’s apartment, and without answering my question internally, I felt myself step through the doorway.
Will had me sit in a little breakfast nook next to his kitchen while he started the coffee pot. Then he sat down across from me.
“Do you live nearby?”
“Y-yes. I live with a couple of roommates a few blocks away.”
“That’s great. How do you like it?”
“I like it a lot. We’ve been friends since college. Uhm… you know. I really am okay. You don’t have to make me coffee or anything. I should really get going…”
“Stay a while! I promise I don’t bite. Unless you ask, of course,” and he winked at this thought. I felt my face grow flush. “You seem rather stressed. You mentioned so downstairs.”
“Y-yeah. I’m just… dealing with a personal issue…”
“The kind that makes it hard to decline an invite to be alone with a handsome stranger?” He asked this nonchalantly, but I was taken aback with how I froze internally. “Don’t worry, man. I’m really a nice guy. But I know a submissive when I see one…”
“I’m- I’m not a sub- a desig-”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I won’t make you say it. It must be early for you…” he said this with a look in his eyes of genuine concern. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. Quite the opposite.” At this he put a hand on my shoulder. His hand was a mitt compared to mine, and its warmth was reassuring, and terrifying with what was going on with me.
“I’ve never… I’m not even gay. I just… I woke up this morning and felt…”
“Oh, this morning? Wow! Okay, yeah this must be rather startling. And you said you weren’t even gay before?”
“No! I didn’t change when a lot of others did a few years ago. I’ve been straight this whole time. This… this can’t be happening…”
“Listen. I said I was a nice guy, and I mean it. I think it’s obvious what I was thinking about,” and just then I glanced down at his bulge to find the obvious outline of a hard dick through his pants.
“I- I can’t-”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t trying to scare you. Nothing is going to happen right now that you don’t want. Let’s be friends. I’ll serve your coffee. No pressure. Then you can be on your way. And if you feel like hanging again, I’d really like that…” I felt myself get a bit misty in the eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m just really freaking out here… I didn’t want to be home with my roommates in case… in case-”
“In case they wanted to fuck you?” His bluntness felt a bit like a slap in the face. “Or in case you wanted them to fuck you?”
My shame finally allowed me to avert my eyes, and I found myself looking down at the floor. “Yes.”
“I understand completely. I don’t know if you could tell, but I’m gay. Been gay since long before all these changes happened to the world. I’ve had a lot of friends who had a hard time coming to terms with what they liked even before people randomly got assigned to be a bottom by God, or the government, or whoever else decides these things. I swear to be a perfect gentleman.” And with that he leaned in real close. “You don’t have to go through this alone…” He smelled amazing. I felt the warmth of his breath on my forehead as he leaned in. And before I knew it, I looked up and looked him in the eyes again. He smiled widely, but gently.
“Thank you,” I managed to say. And I leaned in closer to him. He leaned in a little further once more, and even though it felt strange and I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were soft, but his stubble was a new sensation. I felt that warm tingling all over again, and suddenly I parted my lips, and he took that as his queue to do the same. His tongue gently tested the waters, and when mine replied in kind he started slowly upping the intensity. The sound of the coffee finishing its dispersal into the pot pulled us out of it. And I leaned back in my chair while he went to finish fixing the coffee. I’d just kissed a man. A man I met not 15 minutes ago. And my dick was rock hard. So hard in fact, I thought it might pierce a hole in my pants. He walked back to the table and set the coffee down but hesitated before taking his seat. I turned to look at him while still sitting and realized his dick was now level with my mouth. I looked at it, also hard in his pants, before looking up again to meet his gaze. I saw in his eyes the lust he had for me. He wanted me badly, and not only did I feel a similar stirring, I also really liked the feeling of being desired this much.
Instinctively, my hand reached up towards his bulge. And he grabbed my wrist before I reached it. “Careful there. I meant what I said about being a perfect gentleman. And I’m not some animal that can’t stop when told to stop, but I might get a little… excited and I don’t want to escalate things in a way that will make you uncomfortable. Your still new to this, after all.” I was very grateful for his intervention. The whole situation was surreal. Yesterday I was trying to find a chick to bang, and this morning I’m sitting in a strange man’s kitchen, making out, and reaching for his dick. Then it felt as though his gaze narrowed, and his tone changed to a bit more serious. “So, if you want this dick, and you’re sure you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
No comfort was lost, but instead a new feeling accompanied it. A strong desire to make Will like me. A strong desire to release him, and to please him. I was nervous as hell with the idea of doing anything with a guy. It made me feel like I was shaking inside. Yet this warm tingling feeling from within was urging me on. My own dick was so hard, and I knew I wanted it. “Can I… can I touch your dick?”
“You forgot the magic word,” Will said staring down just as intently.
“Please can I touch your dick?” This made Will smile again.
“Take it out… but slowly,” he practically whispered the words, and I felt my hand slide along the front of his pants. A huge hard dick was in my hand with only some pants and underwear in between our skin. I groped gently at first, but as I touched the hard-on in his pants, I felt it throb a bit and then a lot more when I squeezed a little harder. He made a slight moan that I could barely hear. I reached my other hand up and unbuttoned his pants, and nervously slid his zipper open. He never stopped looking me right in the eyes. It made my stomach lurch, and I felt my mouth getting dry when I realized my mouth was hanging open.
I slipped my fingers into the waist of his pants and helped them slide down to expose his dick. Incidentally, I learned that there had not been pants and underwear between his dick and my hand. Just pants as he was commando. I had to help his pants past the huge, muscled globes of his ass. My dick throbbed a bit feeling the hardness of his muscled thighs. His dick sprang up and I recoiled slightly at the touch of its head on my chin. His hand was on the back of my neck to hold me in place a little. I looked up at him and back at his dick before reaching my hand up to grip the shaft of his cock. I was shocked that the sight of this guy’s dick seemed to be one of the most beautiful sights I’d seen. It was bigger than mine. Probably about 7 inches, and thick as fuck.
As I slid my hand up and down the shaft a bead of precum formed at the head, and as if in a trance my slack jawed mouth leaned in, and my tongue swiped upwards to catch it like it was a mystical dew that I just had to taste. It was salty as I expected, but also sweet. A sweetness I wasn’t expecting at all. And I looked up and our eyes met and though a part of me was screaming internally about what the fuck I was doing, a newer, stronger part was finding this whole situation the most erotic and sensual experience I’d had to this point. Nothing compared to this new feeling of locking eyes with this guy while I tongued and stroked his dick gently.
“Take it into your mouth…” his voice was a mix of gentle, but stern. Made me feel as though I was doing well, but that I still had more room to impress him. My mouth opened further, and I felt the warmth of the head of his dick slip past my lips, and my tongue caressed over the top and then under. He moaned more loudly this time. “Good boy,” he almost growled, and that warm tingling feeling I’d been feeling intensified tenfold.
My head began to bob slowly on the head of his cock, and with each downward motion on his dick I took a bit more of him into my mouth. Eventually working my way up to taking about half of it before I felt myself begin to gag. Will’s hand never left the back of my neck. It was firm but not forceful. And if I pushed back against it, he didn’t stop me. Just kept his fingers slowly pressing on my skin in a rhythmic fashion. It felt like his dick was getting harder in my mouth as his hand gently set the pace as a gradually increasing rate. A frenzy came over me, my face warm and flush, and my mouth rhythmically slurping on his knob like I’d done it a thousand times before. Like I’d be doing it a million times again.
His dick burrowed deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat with every thrust. At one point with the help of his grip, I managed to get his dick past the opening of my throat. His balls resting on my chin for a moment before I pulled away, coughing and sputtering saliva. I could tell I was a mess, and that I likely looked like a pathetic… well sub, but I was entranced. The feeling of the head of his cock slipping into my throat over and over again became easier to handle. Will’s other hand grabbed the other side of my head, and he face fucked me. His balls were heavy and the slap of them on my chin was intense. They began to raise higher and higher and slap my chin less and less. I knew what was coming, and I didn’t pull away. I looked up with Will’s cock invading my throat and with watery eyes I made eye contact. His face was a wave of pleasure, and he pushed his cock as deep into my throat as he could and grunted these sexy masculine sounds as his cock erupted in my mouth.
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment I pulled off to cough and his load shot in my mouth and then on my chin. It tasted saltier than his precum had, but somehow even more delicious. My mouth instinctively went to work nursing the last few drops out and lapping up the rest of his load. His hand touched my face and turned me up to him. With our eyes locked, he used his thumb to push his load into my mouth, and I eagerly licked it off. He had that same grin on as he had earlier.
And just like that it all hit me at once that I just slobbered on this stranger’s cock and swallowed his load like it was the only source of water in the desert. I became very self-aware at my state. I looked down to see spit and cum still trailing strings of slime down my chin. My shirt was soaked with cum, sweat, and spit most of all. Panic started rising in my stomach thinking how I’d explain this to the guys.
“Don’t worry. Though you make a cute face when you do, I’d rather you weren’t worried anyway.” Will’s voice was a comfort and a source of my extreme cognitive dissonance. “You can use my washer and drier, so you don’t have to risk your roommates seeing your shirt soaked with your spit and my cum…” I looked up at his words and again our eyes locked. His smile wide, and a look in his eye like hunger.
“I-I don’t have anything else to wear,” I stammered out. I’m not sure why I did, because I already foresaw that he knew that would be the case. He wanted it to be the case in fact.
“Well, you could always borrow something of mine, if you’d like. Though, at this point I’ve shown you mine,” and he gestured at his cock which was still rock hard. “You could show me yours…” My head was filled with the two competing voices in it. Each trying to control the situation. On one hand was the voice of my straight ego desperately holding on for life. And on the other was a new, hornier self-image. And it was gaining strength. I tried to open my mouth and reply, but no words came out. “If it makes you feel better, I have to change out of these pants too. If you don’t want to be naked alone, I could wait to redress until you do.” I glanced down at his pants, and they too were soaked with the spit and cum that spilled from my chin as I nursed the last drops of his load out of the head of his cock.
“I-I have to go. Thank you, though! For offering… and for,” I gulped.
Will smiled. “For?” I hesitated. “Go on.” His voice was a little less gentle this time, and it compelled me to answer.
“For letting me suck your cock… I’ve never done that before…”
“Did you like it?”
This time I knew it would be quicker to just let the honest answers out, though it was hard. “Yes.”
“Do you want to suck it more?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to throw your clothes in the wash, and hang out for longer with me naked and see how many loads I pump into you?”
“Y-… Yes, but…”
“But you are still freaking out, and you are realizing you are a cocksucker. You sucked my cock. You made it cum in your mouth, on your face. You went back and drew out the last bit of the cum from my cock in a cock drunk daze you’ve never experienced before.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t respond. I just opened my mouth wide and stared in disbelief that he was right, and that this was all true.
“That’s okay. I think we both know you’ll be back. Give me your phone.” And I did. I handed it to him and watched him smiling as he entered his phone number and texted himself, so he’d have my number. “You should know that I love helping guys like you break out of their shell. I’m good at it. I can help you too. So, when you are in need of help, which you are bound to be, text me. If I don’t hear from you in a few days, though. I’ll text you.” He winked and handed my phone back.
The light outside felt too bright when I stepped out of his apartment building. My shirt was starting to dry, and I decided I’d just say I was sweaty from a run if anyone really pressed me. Luckily for me I made it home without incident, and Clyde and Art had gone out. I checked my phone and saw that they had gone to get some groceries for the week. I didn’t know where else I’d go if they came back so I went to my room and texted them that I think my hangover was just delayed and that I was going to try to sleep it off. I managed to stay in my room the rest of the day, and though they came home and checked on me, I managed to avoid making eye contact and convince them I wasn’t feeling great. The fear was enough to keep me in bed even though I was not sleepy in the slightest. I spent the rest of the day in various states of panic. Searching the internet for more information on designated bottoms was my desperate ploy for some relief to my anxiety. And when some of those searches turned into graphic stories, pictures, videos, I did not avert my gaze. Instead, I beat off 4 more times and each time I came harder, and more than the previous time. And I still felt horny. Like I could stroke and stroke and stroke and that my satisfaction-seeking would be futile as I felt my body craving another of Will’s loads.
It was well-before midnight before the guys went to bed. It was a workday for everyone the next day. The chance to leave the house was great, but I worried what might happen at work. It was still early. And none of the people I worked with spoke about such things as designated bottoms. Not even the guys I’d hear talking shit in the bathroom. I could only hope I’d escape notice until… until what exactly? It felt like I was fighting the inevitable. But I couldn’t let go. I didn’t want to accept that soon the guys at the office I’d see in the halls or in the bathroom would be wanting to shoot their load down my throat. Or… or…
The next morning, I showered and dressed well before Clyde or Art were awake. I decided I’d just go to work early. Maybe I could get to my cubicle and put my head down and work and no one would bother me. Maybe yesterday was just a bad fever dream. I knew it wasn’t when I felt my dick as hard as ever in the shower, and the image of Will’s huge cock spurting cum in my face appeared every time my eyes closed. It made my mouth water like I was thinking of my favorite meal. Given my new predicament was almost certainly going to be the case.
Luckily my commute to work was quiet and I only saw half a dozen guys whose bodies I ogled. I didn’t really feel better about it, but it was not as bad as it could have been had I gone to work at the usual time. I was a full three hours early, and I expected the whole office to be empty.
Unfortunately, when I walked in, I saw that my boss, Jack, was there as well. He was busy in his office and didn’t seem to notice me come in. Before this moment I never thought much of my boss besides that he was kind of a pain near the end of a quarter. He was older than me. Probably about 45 years old. As far as I knew he didn’t have a partner or anything at home. He seemed to be a workaholic so of course he’d be here early. Now with freshly gay eyes I saw he was rather built. Particularly in the arms. Though he had a bit more of a dad bod, he clearly was still in shape. He wasn’t as tall as Will, but somehow more imposing. I’d noticed his college football pictures and school color displays in his office before, but now I was considering how that could really make a guy stacked. His ass looked like two solid globes in his pants, which was easy to see with his shirt tucked in and no jacket. His sleeves rolled up. I could see his biceps stretching them as he moved about the office. As I sat there starting work, I wished with all my heart that I could get through the day without my issue becoming known. As though the universe was telling me that was never going to be the case, he noticed me. I tried to look like I hadn’t been staring at him and his body as he left his office and walked over to me.
“You’re here early,” Jack said.
“Y-yeah,” I managed without making eye contact. “Couldn’t sleep much so figured I’d get an early start…”
Jack chuckled. “Same for me really. I was about to start the coffee pot. Would you mind starting it for me? I have a call with the CEO to prepare for and it would be a big help.”
“Sure.” I was grateful for the normalcy and the fact that I would get to get some distance from him.
“Great! Would you mind bringing me a cup?”
“Of-of course not!” Fuck fuck fuck. He walked away, and I felt like I dodged a bullet since I didn’t have to make eye contact with him. But I was worried about when it inevitably happened. The coffee took surprisingly little time to brew, and I filled a cup for him and started walking it to his office. Maybe I could manage to pass it to him without eye contact. Luckily for me he was on the phone and looking at projections. I rapped on the door gently and he waved me in without turning his eyes from his computer screen. He sounded commanding on the phone. Clearly this was a stressful call. I’d never noticed how deep his voice was, and how even though he was clearly stressed, he kept his overall composure. It was sexy. Or it would be if I weren’t terrified of my own attraction to every man who crossed my path. I quietly walked in and dropped the cup onto his desk and turned to walk away.
“Hey Phil, can you hold on a second?” he said to the phone. Then he turned to me, “Thank you!” And out of instinct I turned to say he was welcome, and our eyes met. Part of me was grateful for the short time I had with Will the day before because it allowed me to recognize the electric feeling that passed between Jack and myself upon our eyes meeting. The other part was horrified at the realization. The realization of Jack’s realization. His gaze shifted, and he got a funny little smirk. “Actually, Phil, can I call you back?” FUCK. “No, I understand the call is in two hours… I’ll be ready. Don’t you worry. Thanks.” Then Jack hung up right as I was trying desperately to turn my gaze away. His eyes slowly traced down my body, and then back up to meet mine as he put the phone receiver down. Then he just stared with that smirk in the corner of his mouth. After an uncomfortable length of time, I got the impression I was to say something.
“I-is something, wrong?” I managed to stammer it out.
Jack smiled wider. “Honestly, yes. The CEO is pissed about last quarter’s earnings, and I have to figure out a way to calm him down this morning. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve been so stressed it’s been hard to think straight… you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Thinking straight?” His eyes narrowed, but his smile remained.
“I-I,” no words came. “I’m- it’s just…” I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“Close the door.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” Jack said. His pupils were getting smaller. The remains of my straight man’s ego screamed internally for me to get out. To run and never look back. But the new part of me was getting stronger. And it took control as I closed the door. Now I was alone in Jack’s office, door closed, and the only window looked out into a courtyard from several floors up. “I didn’t realize you were a fag.” It was quiet but no less domineering. I cringed at the word.
“I’m… I’m not a fag, Jack.”
He scoffed. “Look, I know here at the office I’m all business, but I do have a personal life. I’ve fucked a fag or two like you. I know that look in their eyes. It is the same one looking at me right now.” I gulped at his words. “When did you turn?”
“I- I didn’t… I woke up yesterday and uhm…” I was stammering worse than ever. He had me so flustered.
“Yesterday? Damn so you are a brand new, fag… have you sucked a dick yet?”
I blushed and tried to look down and avert my gaze. I only succeeded in shifting my weight a bit, but my eyes never left his.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I managed back.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ve sucked a dick…”
“Just one?”
“Yes.”
He smiled. “Did you let him fuck you too, fag?”
“N-no!” I stammered, but this time a bit more definitively answered. His smile grew wider still. His eyes felt like they lit up with fire. He looked at me like something he was going to devour. It was like Will’s look, but Jack’s gaze was more devilish. He knew what he wanted. What he needed. And he knew he could tell me to give it to him.
“Lock the door, fag.” I stiffened and gulped. But my hands moved behind me and flipped the latch to lock the door. He pushed himself backwards in his rolling chair, and turned slightly so I could see him spread his legs wide. The bulge in his pants was obvious. It was intimidating. “Come over here and kneel,” and he pointed. I didn’t say anything. I knew I was going to listen, but for a moment I thought about leaving. “Now.” He said in that same commanding tone he had on the phone moments earlier. As if in a trance I found myself walking in front of him and falling to my knees. My eyes now level with his bulge. He looked down at me. “What do we say, fag?” I hated that he was calling me that. I knew some guys called designated bottoms fags, but I never imagined a guy would call me that. Much less my boss. And I never imagined I wouldn’t protest. Again, my lesson the day before with Will felt helpful. I thought, maybe if I sucked him off it would be over with, and I could go back to work and try to finish out the day without additional embarrassment.
“May I touch your cock, Jack?”
“Only other men can call me Jack. Fags call me something else. Try it again, fag.”
It took me a minute to realize what he wanted. “M-may I touch your cock, sir?”
Jack laughed. He actually laughed at me. “Yes, fag. Rub my crotch through my pants.” So that’s what I started to do. I reached up and began rubbing slowly on his bulge. It felt like iron, it was so hard. And the warmth it was emitting was just as intimidating as its size. It was hard to tell just by rubbing the front of his pants, but it felt like a monster. Bigger than even Will’s. I did this for a few minutes, until I was overcome with the desire to feel it bare against the skin of my hand. And to feel it…
“M-may I take it out, sir?” I asked timidly.
Jack chuckled again. “Why should I let you, faggot?”
I thought for a moment. “Please let me take it out. I don’t want to mess up your pants, sir.” This seemed to please Jack quite a bit. He nodded, and I slowly reached up and unbuttoned his pants, feeling the hardness of his cock as I slid the zipper down. I pulled the opening of his pants apart and pulled his oxford shirt out of the way. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and slid his chair back so he could stand. He took his shirt off revealing a tight-fitting tank top underneath, and he placed it on a chair in the corner. Then he crossed his hands and looked down at me as my face was near his bulge, clearly waiting for me to continue. I reached up to his waistband and slid his pants down. He was wearing boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his hard dick very clearly through them. A dark spot forming where his dick was likely leaking precum. I felt my hands move and grip his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
“Go on, fag. I can see you salivating over it.” And he was right. I hadn’t noticed until he said it, but my mouth was ajar, and watering. Internally, I was shocked at myself. In about a 24-hour period I’d found myself in front of two men with their bulge in my face. And both times I felt a strong compulsion to reach up and play with the cocks they were pointing in my face. Slowly slipping down his underwear, I saw the huge boner Jack had being pulled down by the elastic waistband and launch his cock upwards when it finally slipped past the head. It bobbed for a moment and settled. The cock was a monster. Over 8 inches, and I thought it was thick as a wrist. My fingers reached around it and couldn’t touch. I ended up grabbing with both hands. Jack looked down at me with a hunger that both terrified me and entranced me. “Put it in your mouth.” It was almost a whisper, but there was still that hardness in his voice that made me quiver. I looked back at the monster cock in my face, and leaned in. It was so thick it was hard to get my mouth open enough around it. The wetness of my own spit started helping as I bobbed up and down on the first couple of inches.
The taste of his precum was there, along with a bit of a musk. I stayed in this rhythm for a bit. Feeling a euphoric feeling of warmth flush through my face and down into my chest and back. What must have been a few minutes passed, and I felt his hand grasp the back of my head.
“Look up at me,” Jack said as I felt his other hand touch my chin and tilt my head up. His cock didn’t leave my mouth. “Since you’re new at this, I’m going to take a bit more control.” I tensed at this. How much more control could he take? I think he saw it in my eyes. “You’re nervous, and this is all new. That’s okay. I’m going to break you in, and you will feel much better about the whole thing.” His voice still had that commanding presence, but it was also calming. I felt comfortable with the sound of what he was saying, even as the words themselves made me want to run and hide. But a bigger, newer part of me kept me still. Kept my eyes on his. Kept me nursing his cock head with my mouth as I thought about the reality of what it would mean to have him break me in, as he said. “I’ll give you one chance to delay all this, though. We both know how easy it was for me to do this. So, we both know how it is inevitable. But if you haven’t been fucked yet, you just still have that gnawing voice in your head telling you how wrong this all is, don’t you?”
I nodded. He was right. It was like he could read my mind. And he was right about this being inevitable. This was me at what would likely be my highest state of resistance. And I was complete puddy. We both knew that if not today, it might be tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, maybe this week. But considering what I’d read about designated bottoms and their libido, it wouldn’t be much longer than that before he was impaled in me.
“Here’s your one shot. I’m going to let your head go for thirty seconds. If you pull off my cock and tell me you don’t want to do this, you can go back to work, and we will act like this hasn’t happened. But I am sure if you do go back to your desk, you’ll end up here at the same time tomorrow hoping to catch me alone. If you keep my cock in your mouth, and keep blowing me for the whole thirty seconds, I’ll take over. I’ll fuck your throat, then I’ll throw you over the desk here, pull your pants down, eat your ass until it’s wet and loose for a finger, then two. Once I’ve got four in you, I’ll pull them out, then I’ll fuck you. I’m going to breed your ass. Then you can get dressed, go to work, and wait for me to message you to come back in here because I tend to be ready to shoot another load very quickly. Understood?” I nodded slowly. “Good. Your time starts now.” And he released my head.
The straight man in my head felt extreme relief at being given this chance. He screamed internally for me to pull off and go pretend this never happened. By now it shouldn’t surprise you that I didn’t move. Well, that’s not entirely true. I kept nursing on his cock. Our eyes were still focused on each other, and I watched his face make tiny movements as he watched me. Clearly, he was curious about what I’d do. As the seconds ticked on, though, I saw the smirk coming back in the corner of his mouth. After ten seconds passed, he let me know.
“Twenty seconds left. I see you tenting in your pants.” Without looking down I felt my own crotch, and he was right. I was hard as a rock. I felt my mouth go back to bobbing up and down on the first few inches. He chuckled at me. “You are cracking me up, faggot. Even as you are bobbing up and down, I see in your eyes that you are terrified. You know if you keep sucking, this huge cock is going to be lodged all the way down your throat. And that’s just to start. I gave you a way out. Are you going to take it? Prove to me you’re no fag?” He chuckled again. “Ten seconds left… this is your last chance to back out before I show you what a dicking down feels like firsthand.”
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment At this point, I felt the straight man inside me that still protested become quieter. He was no less opposed, but it’s like he could tell that I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to let this man fuck my throat. Finger my ass. And fuck and cum inside my hole. This was real. And I knew at this point I’d gone far enough that there wasn’t a way to regain my dignity. Even if I stood up, and walked to my desk, and did my job. I knew he was right that I’d be right back here tomorrow in the early hours of the morning. And that it would be even harder to resist my new urges. Jack’s smile grew wide again.
“Time’s up. Looks like I get to be the first to take you for a spin,” he sneered at me. Jack was excited, and I felt his dick throb in my mouth. His hands returned to my head, and he started applying pressure. I slid further and further down his cock. I took the first two inches that I’d gotten used to by now, then he pulled me off, then he pushed me down until I took three inches. I felt his thick dick head hit the back of my throat. At four inches, I felt myself begin to gag. “Breath through your nose when I pull out.” I tried to do just that, but he pushed further and further. His huge cock invading my throat. After a bit of this I started to adjust. Time my breathing better to his thrusts. I was now taking about five inches more and more easily. But his dick was probably 8.5 inches total.
At this point when I thought I was getting a good handle on it, he pushed my head all the way down his cock. The head popped into my throat, and I felt all my air get cut off. I started sputtering around it. Eyes starting to water and redden at the full force of this thick dick. My throat coating him in its slime. Just when I thought it was too much to bear, he pulled me off him and I coughed and felt strings of saliva from my mouth trail off him. He only waited a moment to let me catch my breath before shoving his dick back in. The first time I hadn’t really noticed his pubes tickling my nose, and the smell of his musk. From the lack of air, and the smell of his crotch I felt like I was getting high. High on dick.
“That’s it. Open up for me, slut. Let’s get that throat nice and wide. And my dick nice and wet,” he was barely talking to me. He was muttering to himself as he did his work of opening my throat. This went on for what felt like ten minutes. It never got easy. His dick seemed to get harder and harder, and he held it longer and longer in my throat. Then all at once he pulled out. I coughed and sputtered up more of my throat slime. It started dripping down my chin. “You better get out of those clothes before you have a weird stain to explain to your co-workers.” He helped lift me up as I weakly rose to my feet. I started slowly undressing, then picked up speed when I felt this empty feeling without his dick in my throat. A feeling that was becoming unbearable. He helped me strip and within moments I was standing there stark naked. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants and underwear. Now we were both naked, and I fell to my knees to take his dick back into my mouth.
His hands began to guide me some more, and I bobbed up and down. Slowly their pressure lessened, and I found myself taking it into my throat without his help. He started groaning. They were these guttural, animalistic noises. What I was doing was working. And his cock was leaking precum like crazy. I found myself licking the head of his dick for some whenever it pulled out enough that my tongue could reach it. I felt the heat of his lower abdomen press against my head as he leaned over me and moved things off his desk. All the while I just started taking his dick more and more hungrily. It was like a switch flipped, and all that existed in the world was his dick. He reached under my armpits and pulled me to a standing position. After a few moments of feeling the disappointment of being pulled off his cock, the little voice inside returned. I can’t believe I was throating his cock. I can’t believe I loved it. I can’t believe I wanted so desperately for him to give it to me again. And what’s worse is that my hole throbbed alone with my cock. I wanted him. I wanted his dick, even as I shuddered to imagine taking anything up there. Let alone a monster cock like this.
His hands reached under me and grabbed my ass. Then they lifted me to a seated position on his desk, and he pushed me onto my back with one, and the other lifted my leg into the air. Once I was laying on my back he lifted the other leg into the air in the same motion. Each hand found the back of my knee and pushed my legs into a folded position. My knees touching my chest. And before I knew it, his tongue was swirling around my hole. The stubble on his face scratching me and making me tingle. I let out a huge moan. It didn’t feel possible to feel this good. Yet here I was, moaning like I was in heat. Seemingly begging him to probe my asshole with his tongue. One hand of his slid over my belly and chest, up my neck, and his thumb popped into my mouth. Sucking on it came naturally, but it didn’t stop me from moaning around his thumb as he continued to eat my ass out. Stopping only for a moment to spit into his hand and start massaging his spit into my hole while he continued rimming me.
I’d walked in on Clyde doing this once or twice to some dude he brought home. Forgetting that the living room was a shared space. The idea of having Clyde at home to do this to me, and then popping into work for Jack to take his turn made me moan even harder. The part of me that still felt freaked was horrified at the thought of letting Clyde do this to me. Or any of the other stuff I was doing with Jack. But that side of me seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
Jack was now fingering me, and it was an overwhelming feeling. My moans became more and more guttural. I felt my eyes rolling back into my head. His finger stretching me out, and I could feel him curl it and rub a certain spot. That drove me even more wild. I felt like I was seeing stars. And my dick became a faucet of precum. Drooling it on my abdomen. It was running down my side and onto Jack’s desk. When he got the second finger in, I felt this fire sensation like I was being torn apart. He seemed to sense it and pulled his other hand from my face. His thumb exiting my mouth in a pop. He reached down and I heard a drawer open. He fiddled with something one handed, before withdrawing his face and fingers from my hole. I heard the snap of a cap, and he poured a liquid substance that could only be lube onto my hole, and more into his hand.
He went right back to two fingers, and the stretching continued. I concentrated on breathing and keeping my moans and whimpers down as best I could. The thought that others might also be coming in early dawned on me, but only for a moment as I fell back into the warm tingling feeling of his fingers opening my hole. Jack continued this process until I was stretched with three, and finally four fingers. Completely overwhelmed by this new sensation, and my utter powerlessness to it. After these fifteen or twenty minutes stretching me, Jack was ready. He stood up and slathered more lube on his huge dick. I looked at it glistening in the harsh fluorescent light. It cast a shadow over my more modest dick. I realized I’d been holding up my own legs to give him access. When did that start? I felt his dick head teasing my hole. Jack grabbed my hips and pulled me so my ass was hanging of his desk, and he pushed my knees all the way back into my chest. His eyes locked on mine again.
“Alright, faggot. Get ready. If there is any straight left in you, I’m about to fuck it out. Understand?” His face was again in that wide grin. Expecting a reply.
“Y-yes, sir.” I shuddered. There would be no going back. And though a part of me cared. A part of me that didn’t want this. The part that kept insisting I was straight. That nothing had changed. That I was not a designated bottom. That I wasn’t a faggot. The other part was strong. And it wanted this dick.
“Tell me you want it,” Jack said still teasing my hole.
“I-I want it, sir…” I said nervously.
“What do you want? Tell me exactly what you want, fag.”
“I-…I want your dick sir. I want you to fuck me. Please. Please put your dick inside me sir!” I couldn’t believe it. I said it. It didn’t take much prompting. Barely a word from him, and I was begging him to fuck me. To fill me up with this monster and split me open. He smirked again, and I felt his hips begin to press into me.
This feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He warmed me up with four of his fingers, and it felt like his dick was three times as wide. Hell, it might be. My mind conjured the image of a traffic cone. Of a fire hydrant. Of any number of huge objects slipping inside me as his dick charged forward at a steady, but relentless pace. Then I felt the head pop in. That was just the head! Now it was no longer just the part of me that wanted to remain straight freaking out. The new sluttier, gayer part of me was starting to panic as well. His hand stroked my cheek and gave it a little slap. Nothing hard. It felt more like he was just trying to get my attention. It didn’t hurt in the least. I managed to tear away from trying to watch his dick sink inside my ass to meet his eyes again.
“You can take it, faggot. Trust me. I’ve shoved this cock up a fag’s ass right alongside another huge dick and the faggot took us both,” Jack told me while looking into my eyes. “Something for you to look forward to.” If I weren’t near tears gritting and bearing this forward march into my hole, I would have laughed at the thought of me looking forward to that. “Just focus on breathing.” I’d done everything else he’d told me up until now. This felt like the wrong time to stop. So, I focused on my breathing as I felt him invade deeper and deeper.
To my surprise, I began to acclimate. My hole stopped feeling like it was being torn in half. Instead, it began to relax. And taking that as his queue, Jack pushed forward with a bit more pressure and managed to slide the rest of the way into my hole in one motion. He clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle the surprised yelp that escaped me. And I breathed through my nose over his hand. Smelling lube, and my hole, and sweat, and his musk on his hands as I did. The bit of relaxation I was feeling in my hole disappeared again when his cock was rooted so quickly into my ass. That dull ache returned, and I found myself panting and whimpering like crazy. He didn’t move, though. And after a few moments I found my hole again began to relax. He was in me. I felt his pubes on my ass, and his face was a mix of pleasure and carnal desire. Jack slowly started sliding himself out of my hole. When he felt about halfway out, he pushed right back in. And when he got it all the way in, I felt another bit of resistance deeper inside me. Like another hole holding him back, but that too gave way, and I felt a similar pop. I gasped. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me. Then I started groaning.
“That’s it, faggot. The hard part is over. Now it is time for me to fuck you for real,” his face was close to mine. I felt his breath on me as he panted as well. He started sliding out again, and then pushing right back in. Taking more and more of his cock out of me with each pull back, and pushing harder and harder back into me with each thrust in. I focused on breathing and found myself moaning with each thrust. In or out it didn’t matter. He ramped up the pressure and speed and as he did, I felt my ass become more and more relaxed. Loosening around this guy’s huge dick. And the feeling of fullness and electric pleasure as his huge cock slid past that same button spot inside me was like a burst of electricity. There wasn’t pain anymore, just an overwhelming amount of pleasure that was battering away at my insides, and my groans and whimpers became yelps and pleasured moans. This is when I realized that Jack was going easy on me, because he now could tell I was ready for a true railing. And he delivered.
He stood up straight, towering over me, and grabbed my ankles to get better control of how he was folding my body in half. Jack began pistoning in and out of my hole faster and harder. The muscles of his hips and thighs slamming into me making a slapping sound that when accompanied with my moans would leave no doubt as to what kinds of activity we were getting up to in here. If I was worried someone was in the office listening, I don’t remember. What I remember is the world melting away and all I was at that point was a hole having the best sex of my life. My legs pushed into my chest while Jack’s face contorted in pleasure and effort.
“Do you like that dick, fag? Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it! Please keep fucking me!” My brain was too overwhelmed by pleasure to be self-conscious about what I was saying.
“I don’t know if I believe you faggot. Are you sure?” He pushed deep and started moving his hips in a circular motion that drove me wild.
“YES! I fucking love it. Please keep fucking me sir!” I was practically screaming it.
“You are such a fucking slut, aren’t you? You dick hungry fag? You don’t care who hears you taking the boss’s dick?”
“I don’t care! I love the boss’s dick. Thank you, sir! Fuck me, sir!” I was a dazed and cock drunk mess getting my ass wrecked by this monster cock first thing in the morning.
Jack laughed again and kept fucking. “You are such a good little faggot. Is that right? You going to be my faggot? You going to help the boss relieve some stress?”
“Yes, sir! Yes! You are the boss! Please keep fucking me! I will be your faggot!” This was the first time I’d called myself a faggot, and it barely registered. All I cared about was the dick sliding into me. And the building pressure in my hole. My own dick flopping around to the motions.
“I’m going to fuck you every day. I’m going to use you as my little faggot. Turn you into an office cumdump. Bet the team would love that. Their own little faggot to fuck. You’d like that, wouldn’t you faggot?”
“Y-yes! I’m your faggot… fuck me… do what you want! Just fuck me, sir!” My brain knew I’d freak out about agreeing to that later, but my hole didn’t care. And Jack clearly loved this dirty talk as he somehow managed to continue to up the pace on his fucking. His face was now red, and his own grunts and moans were getting more frantic. I didn’t feel his balls slapping my ass with each thrust as much, and I knew what that meant.
“Alright faggot… I’m about to flood that hole. I’m going to breed you. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, sir! Please!”
“What do you want, faggot?” He sneered, his face inches from mine as he leaned over and slammed into me over and over again.
“I want your cum, sir! Please breed me! I’ve never wanted anything more! Give me your cum, sir!” And with my screams begging him for the load he slammed into me with all his force, and I felt his dick throb as it deposited his load inside me. It throbbed seven, eight, ten, twelve times! He pumped and pumped his load and as he did the pressure in my hole became so much, I felt my own cock erupt. My own load shooting on my face, my chin, all over my chest, and dribbling onto my stomach. We both stayed like that panting heavily as our orgasms subsided. His sweat dripping onto my body and mixing with my own load. Finally, he stood up, and slowly pulled his dick from my now wrecked ass. I felt some of his load slip out with his dick head, and this feeling of emptiness I’d never experienced before. It was done. I’d been fucked. Fucked by my boss, covered in my own cum, his cum leaking from my hole. And my co-workers were due to arrive soon if they hadn’t already arrived to hear me getting dicked down like some slut.
“Good work, faggot. You’ve never been a top employee, but you certainly took my cock like a champ.” Jack reached into the same drawer he apparently kept lube in and pulled out a plug. He slipped it into me without a warning and I yelped a bit at the suddenness of it. It didn’t bother me, though. In fact, I was grateful to be rid of that empty feeling. And I heard myself think about how it would help me keep his load inside. “You should keep this plug in during the day, so you don’t leak my load into your pants,” Jack said this as he pulled a towel from the drawer and wiped me down like I was exercise equipment. “Get dressed.”
Still in a cock-drunk state, and dazed I managed to sit up, pull myself off the desk, and get dressed while Jack did the same. The post nut clarity was beginning to sink in. What the fuck had happened? The one thing I was trying to avoid. And with my boss! And what’s worse is the things he made me say. Made me admit. The way I begged for it. The way he told me the office would get their turn too…
Jack chuckled looking at my face which must have been clearly panicked. “I love breaking in new faggots. You always beg for my dick and then look like you need to go give confession or some shit.” He laughed a bit harder. “Here’s how this will go, faggot. Now that I’ve broken you in, you will just get hornier and sluttier. I’ll help you out. Think of it as a work promotion. I’ll message you throughout the day, and when I do I expect you to follow my instructions. If you do that, you’ll get more dick. More cum. Got it?”
I looked at him in the face and wanted to beg him not to do this to me. Wanted to beg him to pretend this didn’t happen. But I knew that was stupid. I knew I’d be begging him for dick again. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now go get to work. I have a call in twenty minutes.”
I stepped out of Jack’s office and was relieved that no one else had arrived yet. And twenty minutes later Jack was on a call and the first folks started showing up. I was too dazed to join in on the casual office talk. Instead, I found myself checking out the guys I had been working around all this time. Seeing them in a new light. A couple of guys from my team caught my eye, and I found myself imagining them fucking me too.
“Jack is totally going to ride your ass,” said Victor whose cubicle shared a wall with mine.
“What?!” I was shocked. What did he know?
“You’re just staring off into space. He’s going to get on your case if you aren’t working.” I breathed a sigh of relief realizing what he meant. Victor was about 5’10” and a bit chubby. He was very full of himself which made him kind of an asshole. The kind that says mean things and then says its just a joke when you get annoyed. But he was also a ladies’ man. He pulled lots of women, and he’d tell you about them. I couldn’t deny that with my new outlook his confidence was both a turn on and a turn off all at once.
As the morning progressed, I found myself readjusting in my chair and feeling the plug inside me jostling the load I’d received. I felt conflicted. Both extremely satisfied by getting fucked, and back to feeling confused and unsure of what life would be like. And worst of all, I was still extremely horny. My hopes that my dicking down would allow me to focus did not pay off. Which affected my reception of Jack’s instant message.
“Busy?” I held my breath.
“Not really,” I replied deciding to be honest. Part of me hoping he would call me into his office, and part of me dreading the idea of screaming what I was screaming this morning while the office was full. His door was still closed, which besides this morning usually meant he was still on a call.
“Good. Go to the third floor. The single stall bathroom.” I felt myself growing excited and relieved. The third floor was empty. It would be much more private.
“Yes, sir.” I started to follow his direction, but he started typing more.
“I’m stuck in this call. But I want to see how well you follow direction.” I froze. He wouldn’t be there. What was he going to have me do.
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment “Will I be alone, sir?” I sent it hoping for some clarification.
“No. Go there and follow the directions you are given. Do well. I’m expecting an evaluation on your performance.” I felt my throat jump into my throat. He was testing my limits. And to make matters worse, I wanted him to test them and push them.
“Yes, sir.” And I got up to go to the third floor. Not sure who or what to expect…
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