Office
Junior
by Liam
Priestly
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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...
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