The receptionist at the second floor was surprised to see me. Looked like nobody had reported that they needed an IT in person. When I repeated what Aisha had just told me, she turned to her computer.
“Let me check,” she murmured.
She went over a couple of lists and typed something. Her mild frown made me frown too, but I waited in silence. It wouldn’t be a first if they’d forgotten to let her know.
“They’re waiting for you upstairs,” she said, puzzled.
My eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “You sure?”
She shrugged. “That’s what my sup says.” She looked up at me and winked. “Must’ve done something good to be requested from up there.”
“Don’t say,” I murmured, feeling a prink in my belly. “Thanks.”
So I went on to the next flight of stairs, that would take me to the third floor for the first time ever. It was odd. Only the heads of department had their offices at the top of the Square, with their personal aids that included a small IT team, apart from the rest of the company. Regular mortals had nothing to do up there, let alone a junior tech like me.
The receptionist was far from nice and young as the one at the second floor, a stiff woman in her fifties that watched me walk out from the stairwell from over her readers behind a face shield, a masked security guard standing two steps away like a statue.
“Dean Walsh?” she asked before I could say anything. “Conference room twelve.”
She glanced at the guard with a quick nod and the man waved for me to follow him.
“Thanks,” I got to say to her before hurrying after the man.
My brow furrowed again when the guard preceded me around the first bend and all the way down a fancy hallway toward the second bend. I hesitated. That second bend led to the place everybody called the West Wing. Because the west side of the third floor was no less than Big Ellie’s quarters, the sanctum sanctorum only a lucky few were allowed to visit. Rumor had it our CEO pretty much lived there, and the West Wing was more like a penthouse than an office, that included a luxurious private apartment, a gym, a sauna and even a swimming pool on the roof.
I couldn’t help admiring the sober décor and the abstract paintings in black frames on the walls, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. In between the paintings, I saw big pots with exotic plants, and even a couple of sculptures on stone pillars, placed to stand out whether in daylight or under the beam from the LEDs in the ceiling.
The city skyline was visible through the large windows looking out on my right, an awesome sight at that hour, when the sun was coming down and shimmered on the windows of the skyscrapers in the distance.
What the hell was going on? Some big shot had lost their password after their ITs left?
The guard stopped at the last door before the second bend and knocked, waiting for answer from inside to stick his head in and said something. He stepped back, pulling the door open, and waved for me to walk in.
I did. The guard closed the door behind me as I found myself in a wealthy conference room. A lot of windows as usual in the Square, opening to the inner garden on my left. Three large flat screens on the wall opposite the door, a counter along the side wall opposite the windows, with white catering flatware and two coffeemakers. In the middle of the room sat an oval table of thick glass for six tall spinning chairs with black leather upholstery. No extra seats. If you were there, you were to sit at the big table. Else, you had nothing to do in that room.
Two masked men waited for me. One was sitting at the table, face to the windows, a computer open before him, while the other stood by the furthest window, looking out with his hands in his pockets. I noticed a tablet and a phone across the table from the sitting man, that surely belonged to the guy by the window.
The company’s dress code was relaxed downstairs. All of us at the ground floor were authorized to wear jeans and tees if we wanted, but it got fancier as you climbed upstairs. I’d never seen anything but slacks and neat shirts for the guys at the second floor, and dresses for the women. It was urban lore that only Armani and Prada moved around the third floor. These guys seemed to prove the lore right with their flawless suits. Good thing that day I was wearing my khakis and a short-sleeve shirt, because it was too hot for hard denims and a tee sticking to my body.
The man at the table signaled me to step closer as I still tried to figure out what on earth I was doing there. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I was upset, like waiting for bad news.
“Dean Walsh?” the man asked, glancing at his computer.
“Yessir,” I muttered.
The man raised only one eyebrow to face me again, with a little smirk I didn't like to ask,“Or should I say Dylan Wallace?”
A cold chill ran down my spine. How could they know my real name? Did they also know what I'd done?
I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
“Stop,” he said.And I stopped as I was, with my hips upfront. The way he fondled my crotch pulled gasps from my parted lips, and my eyes fluttered closed. I hated him and I hated myself, but I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a ram. If he kept going, he’d make me come in my khakis within a couple of minutes, and there was nothing I could do to help it. Maybe because being a guy himself, he knew damn well what worked best to push me to the edge.And then he stopped, moving his hand away from me.I didn’t dare to open my eyes, frozen like the statue to the boner of the year, fists clenched against my sides, sweat drops trickling down my temples, my chest pumping.“Look at me.”I didn’t want to, but I did it anyway. I faced his burning dark eyes and his smirk, trying in vain not to pant softly.His hands came up to the waist of my khakis and I felt him unbutton it and pull the zip down. A heartbeat later, his fingers sneaked inside the slacks to grab my junk over the underwear.“That’s b
I groaned when his fist covered the head of my cock yet again. But this time, his other hand went back to my butt and opened flat on it, his fingers spreading to grab my buttocks.“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked helplessly, my thighs shaking slightly and my cock in his fist.He looked up at me, raising his eyebrows. “You want me too?”I shook my head, not sure if I was about to cry, to come, to scream or all of the above.“Then I’m not.” His hand squeezed my buttock. “Nice ass. Maybe someday, if you ask nicely.”“Fuck you,” I growled before I could stop myself.“I’m afraid that’s out of the picture.” His fist pressed against my cock and his hand pushed me gently against it. “There, like that.”He guided my hips forward, and my cock into his fist, that didn’t move. He made me push until his fist was against my pelvis, then guided me backwards. Then again, his hand keeping a firm hold of my buttock to direct my humping.“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, shivering in the rippling warmth. This was
It took me a while to put myself together enough to leave. I washed the best I could in the restroom, but my shirt was a mess of wrinkles, and there was no way to hide the wet patches of sweat in the armpits. However, the mirror showed the worst of my crappy reflection was my face. I was pale, fevered, still hyperventilating. My nerves were so on edge, a pin falling could’ve scared me literally to death. I looked like I’d just seen a ghost. Well, or like I’d been edged for a whole hour against my will, by no less than the boss of my boss’ boss.I didn’t see a soul on my way to the stairs. The stiff lady at the front desk was gone, so was the security guard. My cramped thighs protested all the way down the stairs. Nobody in sight at the second floor, either. One of the vans that had brought the six pm shift was still outside the main access, waiting for the last operator from the afternoon shift. Lucky me, they were bound to my side of town, and they still had free seats.Good thing ab
As soon as I sat down to eat, I realized my stomach still felt like a rock and I wasn’t the least bit hungry. I tried the pasta with meat balls anyway. They smelled like heaven, and I wanted something solid down the gutter before gulping up my beer like I meant to.I bought myself a few more minutes by cleaning the table and doing the dishes, but I finally had to go to our room. Steph was still watching her stream, and paused it to see me take my clothes off. Another thing that always got me started. Not that night.“Need help?” she asked as I walked into the bathroom.I glanced back at her from over my shoulder, so she wouldn’t see the peanut my cock was, and flashed a little smile.“You should save your energy,” I replied.Her giggle made me feel awful, and I hurried into the bathroom to close the door between us.The warm water running down my skin offered a much needed feeling of cleansing. I washed my whole body thoroughly, especially my crotch, as if I could also wash away the m
She hardly had time to remove her laptop to the nightstand while I yanked the bed sheets away. Her clothes followed a heartbeat later and I bounced on her, soaking wet but hard and ready. She landed flat on her back on the mattress, my hands pulling her legs up and apart to go down on her. Soon she was moaning wet, begging me to fuck her. So I pushed her legs to make her knees touch her shoulders, hooked them with my arms to keep them in place and thrust into her until my nuts brushed her butthole.I wanted it to last, change positions, drive her crazy. But my nuts grew suddenly sore, refusing to hold back again. My cock pounded like we’d been fucking for hours. My thighs cramped into stones.“Fuck!” I cried.My body took over against my will. My hips pushed so hard and fast, I thought my heart was about to explode, just like my burning cock and the stones my balls had turned into. It was so intense, it burned any pleasure away, leaving only a painful urgency. I needed to come so bad
My guts twitched as the van slowed down to turn into the campus’ two-lane driveway. Still upset about my encounter with Big Ellie, the night before I hadn’t wasted a single moment wondering what it all could actually mean to me. What would happen today? Would he keep his word? Or would I find the cops waiting for me? Would Big Ellie blackmail me again? I had no idea who the other guy in room twelve was. Would he keep his mouth shut? Would he blackmail me too? Shit! I was so worried about what I would tell Steph, I hadn’t even thought about any of it.Seeing my card still worked to access the Square didn’t bring me any peace of mind. The cops could very well be waiting for me at the IT area. They’d be talking to Tom, telling him how dangerous I actually was and how I’d deceived everybody. Man, that was awful. Tom was a good guy. He’d helped me learn the ropes. He trusted me.I took longer than usual to go from the lobby to the IT department, and needed a deep breath before walking in.
Big Ellie checked the time on his phone and stood up, swallowing to speak. “Shit! Sorry! You leaving already?”“Yeah, I wanna be there for dinner.” The man stopped right in front of me and smiled wider, stretching out his hand. “You must be Dean. I’m Lou, nice to meet you.”I would’ve jumped past the pool and off the building when I realized he was Mr. All Fours. I shook his hand wishing I wasn’t blushing too bad. Looks like I was, because he chuckled softly and turned to Big Ellie.“What did you tell him to make him feel so embarrassed, Sal?”Big Ellie threw up his hands. “Search me. You’re taking Mark with you?”“Yeah. Don’t stay up late, ‘cause Seth’s coming in the morning, about ten.”“I know, I know.”Mr. Lou All Fours met my eyes. “Take care of him, Dean,” he said, like he was talking about his cat. “I’m taking a couple of weeks off and he’s a mess when he’s alone.”“Fuck you,” grumbled Big Ellie, sitting back down and grabbing his beer.“O-okay,” I was able to mutter.Lou chuck
He settled the pizza on a wooden plate on the table and nodded for me to sit down. I did, frowning to shield my eyes from the glare. Everything felt so utterly surreal, I couldn’t help even begin to question what the hell I was doing there. I’d never been in such a luxurious place, and I didn’t know what to do or say. He grabbed a couple of dishes and glasses from a shelf against the wall by the sliding door, opened two beers and put the rest of the six-pack in a minibar by the shelf. He was dressed pretty much like the night we’d had dinner there a week before, with his loose tee and his worn sneakers. The only difference was that he was wearing swimming trunks instead of short sweatpants. And he behaved in such an ordinary, simple way, it helped me to overcome my inhibitions.He was right, and the pizza was a finger-licking piece of culinary art. I tried a bite and realized I was starving, so I put to wolf down slice after slice, only pausing to sip my beer now and then. We didn’t t
All those weeks of questioning and torturing myself, struggling to deny that he gave me all I needed. Well, not all. I would’ve liked to have some flesh to fuck other than his hand. But all things considered, even that way I felt so much more satisfied than I’d ever been with a woman.That noon I had no idea what came next. Yeah, lunch. With him. But my mind was still too hangovered in oil to look any further. Later. There would be time to see my options and make up my mind.Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed the whole house was completely quiet. Weird. Maybe he’d gone to the West Wing to get something? I put on clean sweatpants and tee, looking out the window. It was a warm bright noon out there.I understood the silence as soon as I went downstairs: he wasn’t around. I didn’t find any trace of lunch, either. Not even the smell of food.I dialed him, checking the microwaves again. “Where the fuck’s lunch?” I grunted when he picked up.The son of a bitch laughed out loud.“What?” I
“Breakfast?”I nodded without opening my eyes and rolled over to lie flat on my back. I found his body halfway, laying on his side behind me, so I rested against his chest. His hand guided my leg up to bend over his hip, exposing my crotch, where it landed a moment later. I didn’t hold back the muffled groan he pulled out of my lips as his fingers wrapped around my morning wood, wet in oil.My head felt like filled with wet cotton, my limbs felt like sacks of rocks. I was numb and weary and I would’ve liked to go back to sleep and not wake up for a couple of weeks. Maybe by then my muscles would have some tone back and I would be able to have two straight thoughts.He didn’t take as long as the thousand times he’d edged me the night before, all night, nonstop, until the day broke. But it was anyway long for a morning wood. Later on I would pause to wonder how on earth could my spoiled cock still get hard after what it’d been put through only hours earlier. Right then, I just let him d
“Fancy a drink?” he asked, coming back to me.I nodded, hating his guts for cutting me off like that. But he wasn’t done with his joke. He put the cold bottle against the back of my shaft and moved it up and down until I wriggled to get my cock away from that freezing shit. Then, he rested the cold butt on my navel and guided it slowly up my belly to my pecs, where he made it circle them before finally taking the bottle to my lips. I’d hardly sipped the beer when his spare hand closed around my nuts again, renewing the oil covering them.I gasped at his touch and choked on the beer. He removed the bottle with another mocking chuckle and took it to his own mouth. He took a long sip while his hand fondled my nuts like they were a sleeping cat.I dropped my head back and forgot about the beer, because his fondling caught all of my attention. He’d brought me down alright, and now he would keep teasing me for as long as he felt like it, so I did the equivalent to sit back and grab the popc
It felt different. No ripples, but a warm tinkling spreading down from my nipples, that needed more rubbing as it grew stronger, reaching my navel in no time. When he pinched my nipples, it was like an electric jolt running down my body all the way to my groin. I pushed my chest up, and like replying to what I didn’t dare to ask, he replaced one of his hands with his tongue. The fingers still wet in oil brushed the tip of my cock, making me stir and groan.He took his sweet time teasing me like that, while I shivered and moaned, my hips trying to push my throbbing cock into his hand that stayed out of reach, his fingertips tight together to open over my tip every time I pushed, never going further than my head.Suddenly, he moved back to watch me like that for a moment, spread legs with my knees up, panting, blurry eyes on him, hard as a ram, at his mercy past any attempt of denying it. He bent over me and his mouth rested between my pecs, from where it slid down my belly up to my nav
A shaky grunt escaped my lips when his mouth landed on my pecs, to doodle on it with the tip of his tongue before focusing on one of my nipples, while his hand pinched the other.“Oh, shit,” I mumbled, letting my eyes close.His other hand closed on my crotch and I was getting hard again in under a minute, lost to his licking and teasing and fondling. Shit, I’d missed this, especially because he still played the game of imposing himself onto me, depriving me of any other option but letting him do whatever he wanted with me.It was that night that I got the first glimpse of real understanding as to why I didn’t fight him. It was that pretension of helplessness, the fantasy that I was absolutely powerless and all I could do was close my eyes and let him do. He’d get me hard and high, he’d give me all I liked and more, he’d drive me crazy, he’d provide all the pleasure I needed. And all I had to do was exactly what I was doing: close my eyes and let him do. That was it. I didn’t need to
“We’ve got plenty of time,” he replied, stroking my shaft over my trunks and teasing one of my nipples at the same time. “Let’s call this a quickie, so you won’t go off so soon later.”“What?” Shit, I was already about to come! How could I be such a horny slut?He pulled down my sweatpants and my underwear, pushing me closer to the basin with his hips. I didn’t freak out because, as usual, his crotch against my butt felt flat like a board. Guess I had Mr. All Fours to thank for that.He let go of my nipple for a moment, only to bring one of my hands down to my crotch, while his other hand closed my fingers around my own cock before slipping under it to grab my nuts.“There, all yours,” he whispered.I just did what he wanted, for a change. What I also wanted. My mind only had room for what he’d just said, the keyword being later. Okay, yeah. If I knew him a little, he’d brought some oil, and I intended to make him spend it all on me before he left.He held me tight for a moment after
He rang me the moment the quarter was over, to let me know he was coming and I didn’t need to get the door. Sure, of course his thumb opened every damn door in the whole campus. I heard the cart stopping outside as the second quarter started, and he showed up in the kitchen a heartbeat later.“What did I miss?” he asked.“Nothing,” I replied from the table.He left two six-packs and the family pack of ice cream he’d brought in the fridge and came to sit down at the round table with me. I was still eating, and we didn’t waste our breath in further greetings, too focused on the game. We only exchanged casual comments or exclamations until the halftime. Then I picked up my things, took everything to the kitchen and opened the faucets to do the dishes.“Are you staying the weekend?” he asked, turning in his chair to look at me.“Nah. I’m leaving in the morning,” I said, keeping my back turned to him. “Where?” I glanced back from over my shoulder and saw him raise his eyebrows. “Brokers d