Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 05:31:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: occupational humiliation

This story may or may not be true, the names however
are most certainly fake.  I leave it to you, gentle
reader, to decide.  This story contains adult
material, and was not intended for minor audiences.
If you find such material offensive, do not read
further.

These events happened a few years back.  I happened to
be thinking of them the other day and thought I would
share a dark episode in the pursuit of love.

O.K. I was in trouble.  Big trouble.  The Network
administrator was looking for me and I knew what it
was about.  I'd spent an afternoon surfing my favorite
gay porn sites and he had seen the proxy log.  I
didn't even know this two bit place had a proxy til
about five minutes ago.  Jez was I in trouble.
I could try to deny the whole thing.  I could just
walk out and go somewhere else.  The problem with
either of those options were.  I needed this job bad
and since the dot com biz had fizzled there weren't
any new ones out there and they had me dead to rights,
I can't just deny it.  Oh well when in doubt play
dumb.

At that moment Andy, the network guy, came lumbering
around the corner.  He was about 6'4" weighed and easy
230 lbs.  To say he is out of shape is to say it all.
He's about 30 and, from what I could tell, married,
straight as an arrow and mean as they come.   He was
notorious for riping his guys heads off whenever they
screwed up and then firing them.  He walked around
lookin like he had crawled through the dirty clothes
hamper to find his current attire.  He had dark hair,
nearly black, and had a five o'clock shadow at noon.
>From the open neck of his shirt you can tell he was a
bear.

"In my office, Cooper, now!"  He yelled down the hall
at me.

"O.K., Andy" I yelled back.  I causually wandered
through the deserted computer work room, the guys were
all out hiding from Andy, and entered his office.  He
pointed at a chair and walked over and closed the
door, returned to his chair behind his desk and glared
at me.  I took a second and looked at his office.  The
place was a wreck.  He hadn't cleaned his desk off in
months at least and there was old fast food bags
crumpled in the floor.  The place smelled too.

"O.K. Cooper, you screwed up this time."  he said.

"How's that Andy," I replied blandly.  I had decided
the best bet was a shocked surprise and a there must
be some mistake attitude.

"You faggot", he growled,"I told Mark not to hire you
that I thought you had lace on your drawers.  We don't
need your kind around here.  I saw what you were
lookin at.  That stuff is sick.  Someone ought to bash
your head in..........."

Man he was frothing at the mouth.  He kept on in that
vein, I'd heard it before.  Anyone who has my penchant
for attractive men, has heard it.  While he was
detailing what I had been watching, I noticed he had
one hand on his desktop and the other was under the
desk.  HIs arm was moving slightly.  I thought,"was he
jerking?", It looked like it.

"I don't know what you mean, Andy?"  I said.

"You little cocksucker, you were sittin there all
afternoon, looking at those freaks, I bet you were
even playin with yourself the whole time."  He said.

I just looked at him, he was clearly irrational.

"We oughta kick you outta here, that's what we oughta
do."  He said.

It looked like he really was jerking.  Man what a
freak, I thought.  I looked at him and he was getting
red in the face.  Man he's gonna cum, I thought.
Suddenly he slowed down the motions with his arm.

"O.K. freak, you want to keep your job?"  He said

"Sure, Andy, I won't do that anymore, I didn't even
know you had a proxy."  I said, maybe this was gonna
just be a tail tearing and then he would leave me
alone.  I wanted out of this situation, he was
starting to freak me out.

Andy rolled back from his desk in his tilted back
swivel chair.  He folded his hands behind his head,
and said quietly.  "Well you know what you have to do
to keep me quiet about what I saw in the log."

I didn't understand at first, until I saw what had to
be an erection rising out of his crotch.  He had his
legs apart and being tilted back it was hard to miss.
He saw me look at his crotch and said.

"You greasey faggot, you know what I want.  You do a
good job and I keep quiet," he growled.  "Or I can
tell Mark and you'll be outta here this afternoon and
I'll see you never work in the city again."

This was only suppose to happen in bad movies.  Man,
this guy was serious.  If I did this, I would never be
rid of him. If I didn't it would be a long time before
I found another job.  I wasn't adverse to givin head.
I hung out in restrooms to give it to strangers, but
this was different.  At least there both parties were
anonymous, and so protected.

I thought that at least I would get him to tell me
exactly what he wanted so, if it ever came up, he was
the one who harrassed me.  "What do I have to do,
Andy?"  I said

He moved a hand down from his head and started to rub
his crotch.  "You know what I want, faggot."

"You have to tell me, Andy, I want you to tell me
clearly what you want."  I said.  He was already
shaking his head before I could finish.  "Then show
me, Andy, pull it out and show me."  I whispered, I
was getting turned on.  I didn't understand why, he
was not handsome and he was as crass as they came.
While I was thinking this he slowly started to unzip
his pants.  He wasn't wearing any underwear and his
stiff dick popped out.  He immediately started
stroking it with two fingers.

"Do it", he groaned, "Or your dead meat."

Well what was I suppose to do, I was already throbbing
hard and he wasn't gonna take "no" for an answer.  I
knelt between his legs.

"Oh yeah, cock sucker, do it."  He moved his hands
away so I could get to it.

Instead I reached for the waistband of his pants, and
unsnapped them.  Then I rolled his shirt up over his
big belly.  He was covered in course black hair.  I
ran my fingers across his stomach and down to his
pubes.  They were covered in very thick long black
hair.  His balls were nearly hidden by it.  His 6 inch
cock was already jerking slightly.  His cut head was
purple from the tension.  He grabbed my head and
forced my mouth down onto his dick.  I opened my mouth
and let it slide into me.  I could smell his rank
musk, like old sex and piss.  He groaned with passion
as he slide all the way into my mouth.  His pubes were
surrounding my nose.  I slid my hands up his belly and
under his shirt to his chest.  He was covered up there
too.  I twisted a nipple gently and he moaned then
started to shoot.  His jis was thick and hot and stank
of old piss.  He hammered his rod into my mouth while
he was shooting.  He was cussing me and cumming in my
mouth.  At that moment I shot without even touching
myself, I was so turned on by the whole scene.  He
stopped bucking against me and let my head go.

"Get outta here faggot, and be careful about what you
look at.  I'm gonna be watching you."  He whispered.

Great I thought, not even a thank you.  I walked
around for the rest of the week wondering what would
happen next.  I knew this guy wasn't finished with me
yet.  It was the next week when it happened.

I went into the john to take a leak and was bellied up
to a urinal when Andy came in.  Usually he would have
went to the urinal at the other end of the room from
me, but he stood at the one right beside me.  I looked
over and he had his dick out already.  He was stroking
it slowly but it wasn't hard yet.  Soft he was only
about 4 inches, and his pubes were pushing out through
the fly of his pants.  I looked up and caught him
looking at my rod.  I started stroking for him.  I
looked down and he was hard.  He stopped and zipped up
and walked to the door.  I thought he had been put off
by my show, but I heard him lock the door and walk up
behind me.

"alright faggot", he said,"drop your pants."

"What?" I said shocked.

"You heard me, faggot, drop your pants."  He was right
up against me and I felt his hands on my waist then he
was pulling on my pants and boxers.  I managed to
unfasten my pants and he pulled my clothes down.  Then
I felt his heated rod against my butt.

"Yeah faggot I want your ass.  I want to rip it open,
man"  He whispered.

I felt his rod start to probe in between my cheeks, he
was already breathing heavy.  His hands wandered
around my waist and down to my hard meat.  He circled
my dick with his fist and started to stroke it.  His
dick was touching my puckered hole, his precum moist
against my flesh.  He pushed slowly and moaned with
pleasure as it slid into me.  I was leaning back
against him, he was just the right size to easily
slide in and out of me, I was sinking into the rythm
of sex.  His hand was working on me and his dick was
stabbing me, then I felt his hot wet lips and mustache
on my neck,

"You dirty little faggot, take it deeper, Oh yeah." He
breathed.

I felt his panting breath as he lunged deeper and
deeper, cursing me with every breath.  I was at the
brink and then I started to shoot, it went all over
the urinal and wall.  I could feel his hand slicking
up with it as he stroked me.  Then he moaned and was
shooting deep into me.  I could feel his rod jerking
in me.  In a few minutes I felt him slide out of me.
He zipped up and left.  I was left in a haze.  I
managed to rearrange my clothes and went back to work.

This is psycho, I thought.  I hate this guy, he's ugly,
fat and rude.  He hates me and I was incredibly
turned on by him.

I happened to be off for a few days to make a short
trip up the coast.  I thought about this bizarre
relationship on the way up, and back also.  I had
decided that this was gonna have to stop.  The scene
was just too weird.  I was coming to see things within
myself I didn't know before.  This guy made me feel
like dirt but yet turned me on.  I had heard of
humiliation and the whole S&M thing, but had never
"played" there before.  It was starting to play with
my head.  By the time I got home I had decided to quit
and flip burgers til something better came along and
to tell this guy that I wasn't the only "faggot"
employed there.


When I got to work the next day, the office was all in
a buzz.  Andy had been "terminated" due to
inappropriate use of the internet.  I guess there is a
certain justice after all.  I never saw him again and
left to a better job shortly afterward.  I have never
forgotten my little trip into the dark world of
humiliation.