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I was pleased when the last office junior was about to go.
Bessie, as she was known, was rubbish. Always late, chatting on the phone or texting her mates about boyfriends and nights out. She couldn't even do the photocopying right. Of course, I never told her or complained. It's not in my nature. I'm like that. I would simply smile and say "good job" and let it go. I suppose she took advantage like that, but then I guess a lot of people do. I'm a fairly mild mannered man. Skinny most would say. I was unpopular at school, no good at sport and never had any luck with girls. By the time I had worked out I was gay I had even less success with the men.
The whole office "knew" about me in that respect. I suppose its why even the office juniors, working several grades below me "took the piss". As a man, I felt weak. This is probably why the thought of being degraded by a `real man' turns me on so much.
After 2 days with Bessie's position vacant, Rachel, the divisional manager plunked down some paper work on my desk. The small London publishing firm I work for employs mainly women. Probably something to do with all the soppy romantic novels we commission. "New office junior starting today, Jack" she barked. "He'll be working under you. Show him the ropes and everything
Else".
"He?" I questioned. "Yes", Rachel replied efficiently. "Just out of school, eighteen years old needs to get his foot onto the career ladder sharpish… if he wants to own his own publishing house by the time he's 30 according to the girls in HR".
Even before Rachel had left my workstation I was already wondering if the new junior would be cute... I'm a gay man, what do you expect? I was not going to be disappointed.
At 9:45am, three quarters of an hour after he was due to start, a boy, or should I say man, breezed casually into my office? His expression and demeanor suggested he owned the place already, never mind at 30. There are no words to describe him other than "teen boy-god". He was an absolute hulk of a specimen. With sandy blond / brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a square jaw, he had the face of a menacing angel. He strutted up to my workstation and ran his hand over his manly shaved head. "Alright?" he said Casually. "Errrr, yes", I stuttered.
He stood before me wearing a pair of snugly fitting black trousers that Hugged every muscle on his magnificent ass and his tree-trunk like thighs. As I worked my eyes up his body to his chest, his short sleeved casual / smart shirt seemed to barely conceal the huge mass of muscle that lay underneath. His pecs and biceps were awesome, almost seeming to be ripping out from underneath this hot teens shirt. He didn't seem that tall, perhaps about 5 foot 8, but he was stocky. He had the build of the most powerful of rugby players. His hands were big and his neck was wide. He was, simply put, "a real man". He stood in front of me with what seemed like an unmovable force. The face of a cocky young boy but on the body of a hunky man. There was no doubt about it. He was definitely straight.
So far, all this boy had done was walk up to me and already I felt as though I was terrified of him. I went to shake his hand but my arm trembled so I hid it under the desk. At 33 years old, I felt weak and powerless in front of this boy-god. "Your Jack?" he demanded. "Errr, yes". I replied, weakly. "I'm Jack", he said, not really listening. "I'm starting here today".
He looked up at my computer screen to see my "shirtless males" screen saver. "Are you gay or something?" he sneered. "Yes, I am", I replied. I immediately felt ashamed. "Well", he went on, "anyway, Rachel wants you to tell me what needs doing". His tone suggested that there was something inherently wrong about a gay guy telling a straight man what to do. I did my best to ignore this and quickly set him some filing. As quick as I could, I left my desk to go to a small locker-room that was used by the company sports teams. I went into one of the toilet cubicles and jacked off furiously as I imagined taking Jack's (no doubt) large man-cock in my mouth. These thoughts had me creaming my shorts in about 3 seconds. I've never shot my load so quickly.
From that point onwards, Jack provided the material for my nightly jack off fantasies. I'd spend my office hours constantly thinking of new ways in which this muscle bound boy-man could humiliate and degrade me. I never for one second thought that my wildest fantasies might come true...
Days passed, and it seemed that Jack, at only 18, had already caused quite a stir in our office. Whenever he passed, every female, both old and young, would giggle and swoon in his presence. Even Rachel, the hard-as-steel divisional manager turned into a teenage girl whenever he was near. I could see all eyes in the office following his big, manly ass as he walked by. With each step, the steel globes he contained in his tight black trousers would move up and down in a truly seductive manner. It was hard to believe he was only just 18.
I would spend the days, transfixed, as Jack changed the water cooler bottles throughout the office. He picked each bottle up with ease, his massive biceps flexing as he went. He knew people were watching and he made it pretty clear that he loved it. In his presence, I felt small, shaky and embarrassed. At only 18 he was already more of a man than I could ever be. And he knew it.
Although I watched from afar, I tried to keep my distance from Jack. Truth is, he scared me a bit. Although he was a hunk, there was no doubt in my mind that he was also incredibly strong. Just to look at us standing next to each other, anybody would be able to plainly see that he could kick the living shit out of me if he felt like it. Worse still though, is that he made it clear that he really didn't like me. He would loudly talk to the office girls about "fags" and how he hated them. "That's so gay" he would shout degradingly as the other office workers turned to me and laughed. He knew I was in earshot and he didn't care. In fact, he probably did it because he knew I was listening. The girls who gathered around him readily agreed with whatever he said. Who can blame them I suppose? He was a total god.
The only down side was that I had never felt so unpopular. It was like being back at school again when the jocks would make my life a living misery. As I stood, in front of the copier, doing the job Jack was paid for, I could almost feel Jack's laughing eyes staring at me. I guess the girls that swooned around him were prepared to do or say anything if it meant they might have a chance with hunky Jack. I'm sure I wasn't the only one in the office that had fantasies about him, it's just that mine were notably different those of the other girls. While they no doubt imagined being swept off their feet and fucked hard and fast on the back seat of his Citroen Saxo after one of his rugby matches, I imagined something far darker, far more erotic...
Wednesday afternoon arrived. It was a hot, sweaty day and every fan in the office was operating on full blast. "Where's Jack?" Rachel demanded. Over the past few weeks she seemed to have developed even less respect for me than before. "I think he's in the changing rooms. He came straight from his local rugby match I think" I replied dreamily. "Go and get him. I need him
To find me a report".
I wandered towards the men's locker room, not sure how to proceed. I knocked tentatively on the wood and waited outside staring blankly at the "men only" sign stuck to the door. My hands shook.
What if I saw him naked?
What if he was in the shower?
What if he's in their wearing only a towel?
My mind raced at the possibilities. "Jack?" I called. No answer. I slowly pushed open the door. I will never forget what I saw in front of me...
Standing admiringly in front of a full-length mirror was Jack. All he wore was a pair of the tightest white brief pants and a gold chain around his thick neck. I knew he was a boy muscle god but I had never imagined anything like what I saw before me. Every inch of his body was encased in
Thick solid muscle.
He had a light coating of hair over his legs and a treasure trail of hair leading into his pants. The strip lighting in the locker room played between his pecs, further emphasizing his magnificent beefy body. His feet were big and strong and his armpits were full and bushy. I almost fainted at the thought of this teen muscle man forcing me to lick the sweat from them. He had a perfect, round bubble butt that swayed teasingly in the reflection. I felt like falling to my knees before him and begging to lick his beautiful sweaty bum.
Just as I was getting lost in my fantasyland, Jack turned around, aggressively. There was no way he couldn't have seen the way I had been staring at him. "What are you looking at you fucking faggot?" he demanded. "Thought you could come in here and perv on me did ya?" he
Sneered. I stuttered before him. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say to this boy-god. "Errrrmmmm, I, Rachel said to...” I trailed off. I felt like a bumbling mess in front of this 18-year-old man. Before I could collect my thoughts together Jack had grabbed me by the neck and marched me out the locker room door into the main corridor still wearing only his tight white briefs.
The passers by stopped, partly to see what the commotion was about and partly to fully take in the sight of Jack wearing only his tight white pants. Wit virtually no effort; Jack pushed my face up to the door. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. "What does it say, fag?" he demanded. "Jack, please... you're hurting me", I begged. "What does it say?" he shouted in a more demanding tone. My eyes were red and sore. I felt like crying. "It say's men only", I replied weakly. "What does that mean?” shouted Jack in my ear. "It means I can't come in" I replied.
Some of the passers by began to snigger and laugh at me. Others just turned away in shame. "That's right," said Jack, twisting my bony arm around my back, "It's for men, not pathetic little faggots like you. What made you think you could come in here? The women's toilet is not even good enough for a piece of shit like you". I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't take any more of the humiliation. Jack loosened his grip and I turned and fled.
For the rest of the afternoon I kept well out of Jack's way. I knew I was the laughing stock of the whole office, the sniveling little faggot who had been put in his place by a mere 18-year-old office junior. To make matters worse, Jack's actions had made him some sort of a hero. All the guys in the office, including the senior partners, were patting him on the back and offering to buy him a beer. All the girls were swooning over the hunky-strong man who could really "take care of them". I considered resigning there and then, that's if I could have looked Rachel in the eye. I felt sick. I had to get out of there.
As soon as 5:00pm came, I walked out to the car park, picking a moment when I thought the lifts and stairwells would be empty. Just as I was getting my car keys out I heard a group of people behind me. It was Jack and all the young girls from the office.
I could see them all giggling and laughing about something. What did Jack have planned? I didn't want to wait around to find out. "Hey Jack, wait up" called Jack. "I just wanna have a quick word about something". I was confused. Why was he being nice all of a sudden? "Listen mate", he said quietly, "I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I was out of order. Can we be mates?” The girls stood a few meters away, giggling behind their hands. "Sure", I said. Maybe everything
Was going be alright after all.
The idea of resigning over what happened earlier now seemed silly. Jack smiled and went to get something out of his pocket. It looked to be a small silver coin. "Oooooopppsss", he said as he accidentally dropped the coin. "Shit, pick that up for me, mate," asked Jack in a friendly tone as he continued to rummage through his pockets. "No problem", I thought.
I guess that was the least I could do since he made such an effort to apologize and all. Maybe it was just all a big misunderstanding. I went down to pick up the coin but as I did, something happened which meant that my office humiliation was far from over. Jack turned so his back was facing me, he bent over ever so slightly so his beautiful boy-butt was more defined then usual, and let out a loud and incredibly humiliating fart in my face. The girls behind him roared with laughter as did Jack.
"Aghhhh man", shouted Jack loudly, "that fart I did really stunk of my massive burger lunch". The girls behind laughed and grimaced. Other people in the car park looked over and either laughed or shook their heads. I felt like I was in hell. My hands trembled as I got into my car. I got out of there as quickly as I could. "See you tomorrow, fag" shouted Jack after me...
The following day, I was welcomed into the work with sniggers from across the office. A memo had been left on my desk. It simply read, "file these away, fart eater". It was written in Rachel's handwriting. I felt totally deflated. It looked like I had a new nickname that everybody seemed to find hilarious. Worse still was that filing wasn't even my job. It was Jack's. He's the office junior. What was going on?
"You alright fart eater?” a mocking voice called from across the office. Of course, it was Jack. Despite the way he'd publicly humiliated me the day before, I still couldn't help feel anything else but admiration and awe for the alpha-male that stood before me. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and a pair of snugly fitting pin stripe black trousers that hugged his beautiful manly butt where it mattered most. He truly filled those trousers out like a 'real man' should.
If I looked hard enough I could actually make out the outline of the sexiest ass crack I'd seen in my entire life. At that moment I would have given anything to bury my face in those beautiful round globes...I continued to look up his body and my eyes rested on the hulky chest that stood before me. His pecs protruded from the white shirt that could barely contain them and his nipples stood hard
In a way that made me want to drop to my knees before him. As my eyes met those of the teen muscle-Adonis, it was clear he knew exactly what I was thinking...
"You're turn to get the lunch orders today, mate" he sneered. "Ummmmm, ok, sure" I replied. What was he talking about? I'm a manager. He's the junior. I don't get lunch orders. In fact, I hadn't got the lunch orders since I'd started at the office ten years ago. As Jack walked away I considered his 'suggestion'. Part of me was seething with rage at his 'idea' and part of me was incredibly turned on by the thought of taking Jack's orders and serving him his dinner. While it was degrading to be performing the tasks of someone several grades below me, it somehow it felt 'right' for me to be serving such a dominant boy-ma...
Hours past with no interaction with Jack. From my desk, I could see him whiling away the hours chatting to the girls whilst I toiled at the menial tasks that he was paid to do. At one point he looked up at me, mockingly winked and pouted his lips in a kiss shape. I blushed bright red and the girls surrounding the office-Adonis burst out laughing. How could he keep finding ways to humiliate me? I was soon to find out...
Lunchtime came and it was time for me to get the orders. I went round the office and asked the senior partners what they'd like to eat. As I wrote their requests, they treated with the same respect they might offer to a piece of shit. Could this be the influence of Jack? Doing the office rounds
With a notepad and pen made me feel like some sort of waitress. While some workers laughed, others looked disgusted. One partner gave me a dismissive look as he peered up from his spreadsheet and even muttered "dirty fag" under his breath as I walked away. H e knew I'd heard him. I'd never felt so low.
I eventually got to Jack's desk. As he saw me coming, he rested his massive arms behind his head, to expose his enormous biceps to their full extend. He was clearly going to enjoy lording his power over me. "What will it be?” I tried to say jokingly. Jack was not amused. "You're gonna get my lunch so call me sir", he curtly ordered.
As much as I wanted to resist, my cock was already steel-hard in my pants. My aching crotch was going to allow me no choice but to go along with it. "Sorry, ummmm, sir", I went on, "what would you like, sir"? "Get me the KFC family bucket, a Big Mac meal, a small, actually better make it large pizza and ummmmm, an extra order of chips". Was he joking? I know this guy is built like a bomb shelter but there was no way anyone could finish this junk food feast, never mind the fact it would come to over twenty quid. He looked up at me, steel-faced and annoyed. "What you waiting for fag-boy? Get me my food". He knew the way the office worked. We pay when we order.
It was clear what he was doing: He expected me to pay for his man-sized feast. He stared at me with an evil glint in his eye. He could use his hunky body to make me do anything and he knew it. I backed away from his desk and instinctively gave a little bow. What on earth was I thinking? He couldn't help but notice my little gesture of submission and laughed out loud while shaking his head in disbelief. It was almost a good job I was going to buy the lunch orders; I had to get out of there...
I struggled as I carried back the enormous amount of food Jack had ordered me to buy. As I stumbled through the door, red and panting, I heard sniggers from across the office. "Need a hand, fag?" called a faceless person mockingly from behind a partition screen. I realized in my head that
I was allowing myself to become the office dogs-body but it wasn't until I saw Jack, flexing an enormous bicep to impress a girl by the water cooler that I remembered why.
I went to the staff kitchen to unpack. Jack followed me in. "Where's my food, fag?" He demanded. "I know little wimps like you don't need to eat but growing boys like me do". The girls standing by the door sniggered. I handed Jack the bags filled with food and he gave me a light but stinging
Slap round the back of my head. "I want my food on a plate", he shouted in my face. The girls squealed with delight. They were really enjoying the show. Without speaking, head down, I carefully arranged Jack's food on several platter-sized plates. "Better", he said. He obviously couldn't find anything else to complain about.
"So, what you gonna eat?" he demanded as he munched on a massive burger. "I got myself a salad sandwich, sir" I meekly replied. In honesty, after paying for Jack's feast, that's all I could afford. "Show me", said Jack, feigning a fake interest. I took my 99p sandwich out from the paper bag and
Placed in on a low table for Jack's inspection. My hands were too shaky to hold it up for his approval.
"Looks undercooked to me, mate", he said hand on chin and bicep bulging. What was he talking about? It's a sandwich, it doesn't need cooking. "Stick it on that chair and I'll heat it up for you". The girls sniggered by the door in anticipation of what Jack was going to do to my lunch. My head was telling me to grab the sandwich and run but my legs remained still and my dick rock hard. Smiling, Jack walked towards where I'd instinctively placed my meal. He was enjoying every moment of what he was going to do.
Crouching down over the chair, Jack wriggled his hips so his beautiful round boy-butt stuck out in a way that made me feel like running over and licking every part of it through his trousers. As I looked him in the eye, Jack closed his eyes, made a 'grunt-like' face and let out a long and incredibly loud raspy fart all over my lunch. "A real meal for a real fart eater", he said triumphantly". "Gotta stop drinking those protein shakes but I guess I need them for my bodybuilding and rugby"... The girls watching were in stitches of laughter around the kitchen and were clearly impressed by Jack's display of masculinity and dominance. I couldn't believe what was happening. I wasn't sure if I was in heaven or hell.
The laughing and mocking went on for what seemed like several minutes until Jack suddenly turned serious. "Now eat it", he said contemptuously. It was almost as if he knew that if I did this, I would do anything for him. He was right. He controlled me. I picked up the sandwich from the chair started munching the sandwich hungrily. The fact it stunk of the gasses from Jack's beautiful eighteen-year-old ass only increased my hunger for my meal. Anything that came from his beautiful ass I was happy to eat. I was completely in Jack's power. The girls standing watching looked disgusted, as did Jack. To him I was the lowest form of life; I was prepared to eat
The food he'd just guffed on.
He walked up to me, grabbed the sandwich from my hand, peeled back the slices of bread and let out a huge wad of spit / flem into my dinner. He then squashed the slices together and handed me my "new and improved" meal. I chewed even more furiously than before. Despite the sandwiches salty center, I was more turned on then I ever had been.... In between the fits of laughter and groans of disgust, all I could do was run and find an empty toilet so I could quickly cum. It must have been the best orgasm I'd ever had. I was hungry for more...
