“Are you sure?”
“Yes, god dammit, I’m sure! I wouldn’t ask otherwise!”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
“Then you’ll be there?”
“Yes, Mr. Mathews, I’ll be there on Monday morning.”
He’d hung up with a smug smile on his face but again, was unable to sleep through the night.
Monday morning dawned upon Mother Earth and Wilson Mathews arose to meet it at seven. His penis, balls and nipples were sore, the result of his conversation with Miss Woodmoore. Alone in his bed, he’d stroked his prick, squeezed his balls and pinched his nipples in a vain attempt to cum, but had never reached that threshold. But that wasn’t what had bothered him the most. The thing that bothered him the most was that when he was young, he had been able to cum at will. But not now and he didn’t know why. He hadn’t paid any attention to his penis in a long time. Maybe it was broken.
For the first time in nearly seventeen years, he was late to work and exhausted. He retreated to his office to bask in the solitude of machines and silence but was surprised to find Miss Woodmoore sitting at her desk, typing templates for his inter-office memorandums and preparing Powerpoint photos for future presentations.
“Good morning, Mr. Mathews.”
Wilson was so shocked to see her there that he almost forgot to speak. “Good morning, Miss Woodmoore.”
“I have your calendar for the day. Are you ready to hear it now or would you like a few minutes?”
“Uh, give me a few minutes, please.”
“As you wish.”
Woodmoore turned back to her work, ignoring the look of confusion on his face. Inwardly, she laughed, happy that her plan was coming to sweet fruition. Drinks with Mari Nelson had given her the ammunition she needed to conquer the position but she knew that she’d need more to conquer his heart. He hadn’t recognized her and probably would have sent her away if he had, but he would not have a second chance to break her heart. Not this time.
The intercom chirped at her elbow. “All right, Miss Woodmoore. I am ready.”
It was the worst day of his life. For the first time in years, no worker was misbehaving, no material was being wasted, no time was being squandered. He couldn’t find a single person or thing on which to vent his anger and he felt lost. He spent the remainder of the afternoon in his office, staring out the window, his mind blank. So he didn’t hear his office door shut or the lock click.
“Mr. Mathews?”
He didn’t look at Miss Woodmoore. “Yes?”
“You have one last appointment today.”
“I do? Who is it?”
“Me.”
He never saw the square of gauze but he knew the smell of chloroform and inhaled deeply before he had a chance to react.
Everything went dark.
* * * * *
When Wilson Mathews awoke again, he was still in his office, but things had changed somewhat. He was sitting in his thousand-dollar ergonomic chair, his hands restrained behind him and his mouth gagged with his own silk handkerchief. He struggled against his bonds for a moment, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes in response to the pain. What had happened? He tried to think back through the events of the last few hours. Miss Woodmoore had come in and …yes! Now he remembered. She had drugged him! He’d get that bitch! He’d make sure she’d never work again!
As if on cue, Suzan Woodmoore crept around, moving fully into his line of sight and he started screaming, his foul words muffled by silk. “If you keep making noise, then I’ll have to use the chloroform again.” Her words had a profound effect on his actions. He became a statue, his almost-black eyes throwing daggers of hate at her. “Good boy.” Suzan pulled a chair up in front of him and in one fluid movement, pulled the blonde wig off her head, exposing short, black spiky hair. Wilson’s eyes enlarged. “Do I have your attention now?”
Wilson just stared at Suzan, his heart leaping in his chest.My God, she looks like …
“Brings back memories, eh?” Suzan decided that she wanted Wilson to squirm a little but she needed to hear him talk. She removed the gag with a stern look.
“I seem to be at a loss for words, Miss Woodmoore.”
“I bet you are, Wilson, and I bet that’s new territory for you.”
“What’s happening?” Mathews was amazed to hear his voice so calm. “I don’t understand.”
“You understand, Wilson. I know you recognize me.”
Wilson opened, then shut his mouth, his cock twitching with the realization.Stephen Woodboro. “S-Stephen?”
Suzan’s smile lit the room and Wilson’s breath caught in his throat. “Very good. So I wasn’t a footnote.”
“Stephen, I never thought you were a footnote.”
“Yes, you did. It was easy to forget me, wasn’t it? ”
Wilson started to speak, but didn’t, dropping his head in shame, the memories rushing through his head like a freight train. Stephen Woodboro had been a student in one of his Engineering classes. He was smart, he was quick and he was most probably the sexiest nerd he’d ever seen. But Wilson was a ‘straight’ man and he couldn’t reconcile his feelings with the fact that the young man was gay.
So Stephen became an after-class tryst, allowing Wilson to enter the decadent world of homosexuality with complete and utter trust. And the experience changed Mathews forever. So much that he decided to leave his coveted tenured position and had jumped into the private sector with both feet, anxious to leave the stifling confines of structured education to have freedom. But that freedom had come with a huge price. In his field, power was not wielded by gay or bisexual men.
The day he’d informed Stephen of his decision was the worst day of his life. Stephen had understood but was still angry and deeply hurt. Wilson himself had cried for almost two days straight and from then on, he had become impenetrable. He was an obelisk of diamond; nothing could cut him. Nothing could render him vulnerable. He worked from sunrise to sunset, focusing on the money that he could make and later, the profit that his company could realize. And he’d never thought of Stephen again.
Or so he tried to believe.
“I never forgot you, Stephen.”
“Yes, you did!” Suzan’s eyes filled with angry tears. “You left the school and I never heard from you again!” She moved close to him, rubbing a finger over his trembling lips. “I thought … I thought we had something special.”
Wilson melted like wax in the sunlight at her touch. “We did! I … ” He took a deep breath, no longer embarrassed by the tears that streaked his face. “I … ”
“That’s what I thought.” Suzan growled. “Well,Mr. Mathews. Let me refresh your memory.” Wilson watched in stunned surprise as she lifted her skirt and presented a strap-on penis for his viewing pleasure. “Remember what this is?”
“Stephen … ”
“My name isSuzan!” Suzan slapped his face with the plastic penis, forcing the fat tip into his mouth. “Why don’t you suck on this and remember who you are?”
Wilson couldn’t speak. His mouth was filled with the dildo’s girth and Suzan didn’t cut him any slack. She pressed it into his mouth, watching as he took it down his throat, gagging at first, then finding a place that he could accept it. He had forgotten what it was like to suck a dick.