The Office

 I'll introduce myself if I may. My name is Nicholas Price, I own a small printing firm in a small, reasonably affluent town in the south west of England. For some months now, I have been gently reminding my staff that use of the Internet for social networking is forbidden, and my friendly notes and reminders have been largely ignored.

There is one young man in particular, Darren, a pale and skinny lad, twenty two years of age, who's desk I can see from my office window, who couldn't look more guilty if he tried! I can see him typing, then it's all 'Action Man Eagle Eyes' as he checks nobody is observing him. But I've got my eye on him. Soon, I shall catch him. Ohhhh yes.

Most likely he's trying to convince a girl on the web that he is rich and has a large penis. Now, both of those things apply to me, and I would never dream of dating a girl from the internet. Anyway, regardless, whatever he's up to, he has been told not to. And so, I set up my videocamera, in my office, it's beady eye trained on Darrens' desk. He often works late, and I think I may capture him misbehaving on film. My camera's a pretty good one, powerful zoom, able to spot an eyelash on an ant's contact lens from half a mile away, with the lens cap on. If Darren is using the computers and phones for dating, I'm sure I will have all the proof I need to sack him.

The following evening, I took the video camera home with me, sat back in my leather armchair in my cosy study with a very large Brandy and a cigar, and I viewed the tape, which confirmed what I had suspected. There was Darren, sitting typing, alone in the building, and occassionally going into a shadowy corner with his mobile, no doubt for sex chat. After several minutes of the same, I was about to fast forward the tape, when a man appeared at the front door, and Darren went and let him in.
The man was, shall we say, unpleasantly plump, and sweaty, bald and scruffy. They chatted briefly, and the man pointed at my office. I wondered if he'd somehow spotted the hidden camera, but he hadn't. Darren nodded and lead the man into my office. Now i could hear them. I turned up the volume a little, not so loud that my wife might hear from the bedroom.

"Over the chair, now." The chubby man said.
"Yes Sir." Darren replied, and the next thing I saw, right infront of the camera, was Darren's bared bottom as he bent over the chair. Perhaps the man was going to spank him or cane him I thought, but then the man's fat pale spotty ass blocked my view, filling the whole screen. It took me a moment to realise what was happening, then I saw the fat wobbly bum start tensing and pumping. I couldn't see anything except that big horrible bare bottom, but I could hear creaking and slapping. I turned up the volume and could hear breathing, panting in time to the thrusts. After about ten seconds the man grunted once and his arse came so close to the lens that the camera lost focus. When the camera adjusted again, the man had gone, he was on his way out, fastening his pants round his massive belly. Darren was still bent over the chair with his pants down, his smooth cute pale bottom bared. Once the man had gone, he got up and pulled up his trousers and returned to his desk. I rewound the tape to watch again, just to check it you understand. The man's bottom pumped twenty times. I watched it again, pausing the frame this time. I knelt nearer my large television and looked closer. Sperm was dribbling down Darren's bare thighs.

So, it had gone a little further than social networking! Just how many times had he bent over and spread his slim smooth legs for this fat man to mount him? I determined to set up the camera again the next day, to see if there would be a repeat performance.

The following evening, I saw my wife off to bed with a mug of hot chocolate, which I knew would help her get to sleep in no time. I hurried to my study, inhaling the aroma of leather bound books and wood polish and cigar smoke, and turned on my television set. There was a programme on which I enjoyed watching, usually, but I was hopeful there would be something more entertaining on my video camera. I wired the camera to the television, and pressed rewind on the tape. As the device whirred, I sat in my comfortable chair, and realised I had the beginnings of an erect penis in my suit trousers. I stroked the length gently with my fingertips, enjoying the tickling caress, then the camera thunked to a stop. It was ready to play.

The first ten minutes were useless, I fast forwarded, watching myself on screen grab my coat and hat and leave, and then the office manager shortly after me, leaving Darren alone once again in the building. He seemed, drat it, to be actually working for once! Then, on fast forward, he dashed to the front door. Whoa there! I pressed stop on the remote, and rewound it a bit. I settled back, excited, and unfastened my belt buckle.
I watched Darren typing, and then walking to the door. He unlocked it, opened it. He spoke briefly to a man in the shadows outside. I couldn't see him clearly, but it didn't look like the fat man who had buggered Darren's bare white bottom the previous night. 'Come in, for God's sake,' I thought, 'Do him. I want to see you fucking darren's naked bottom hard.'

Almost as if he'd heard me, the man came in. He stood waiting as Darren locked the door again.

They chatted some more. Of course I couldn't hear a word, or lip read from that distance, I could only imagine, as I undid the zip of my pants. What was he saying? Maybe something perfectly innocent, like, 'sorry to trouble you, I wonder if you know the quickest way to the M1?' or somesuch. Or possibly, 'I've heard you're a naughty little slut bumboy who'll spread his skinny legs for any man with a hard on.'

Shortly, Darren lead the man over to his desk, his place of work, and I could finally get a look at the chap. He was in his forties, quite fit looking, perhaps a painter or plumber, wearing dark blue overalls. Probably he had done some work for Darren, and wanted paying, because Darren fished out his wallet and handed the man a hefty handful of notes. The man pocketted the payment. The two of them chatted briefly, then Darren shrugged, looked around, and pointed at my office. The man nodded. I shivered with excitement, pulling my trousers down to mid thigh, groping my balls and rubbing my stiffening penis as Darren lead the man through into my office, unaware of the secret camera filming him.

"So how do you want to take it boy?" The man asked gruffly.
"Em, well," Darren blushed, "Is it okay if you do it to me on my back?"
"No problem." The chap shrugged. "Get your clothes off for it."
"Yes Sir." Darren replied, and began to strip for the man. First he removed his black sweatshirt with the company logo, and revealed his smooth hairless chest bare beneath. I pulled down my underpants, feeling the leather of the armchair under my bared backside and against my large hairy balls. My dick was fully hard, thick, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, and I started to masturbate my huge cock.

On screen Darren pulled down his pants, baring that smooth cute little bottom, as the man undid his overalls, from the top down, exposing a strong chest of thick black hair. He grey impatient of waiting for sex, and grabbed Darren by the throat, shoving him back firmly on my desk, holding him down with one big hand, and ripping off Darren's pants with the other. He slapped Darren's legs apart and stood between his thighs. I wished they had turned on my office light, so I could see them more clearly, as it was the only light came through my office window from the fluorescent strips out in the staff area. The man spat on his hand and started rubbing his spit into Darren's bottom, making him gasp as he shoved a thick rough finger inside him, poking him as he lay there nude apart from black socks.

"You dirty little bitch, you fucking want it don't you?"
"Yes Sir." Darren answered meekly.
"Say it bitch, come on you dirty fucking dirty little skinny slut, say it."
"Yes Sir, I want it please. Please."
"Want what?" The man growled.
"Your big thick bare manly penis pumping sperm inside me, please Sir."

The man had heard enough, he fished out his bare penis from his overalls. I leaned forwards in my chair to look closely, the camera angle wasn't quite right, and in the shadows I couldn't see it properly, but there was no mistaking that the man had a very large penis, very thick, very long. It did not stand up proud, but drooped like a length of heavy rubber. He slapped it down on Darren's body, his penis alongside Darren's.
"Look at that. Your pathetic little willy next to my big fucking man's cock. Mine's miles longer than your little dick."
"Yes Sir."
"Right then." He began working his bulging cock into Darren's tight little hole. Darren gasped and bit his lower lip as the big big cock pushed firmly against him, stretching him open, easing a little deeper, a little more, and then penetrating him, forcing it's way inside him.
Darren gasped out loud, arching his back, and the man held him down firmly, grinning as he shved his bare nob deeper, deeeper.

"Ohhhhh God! It's too big!"
"Shut up." The man put both hands on Darren's bare shoulders and pulled him harder onto his shaft, driving another inch or two up into him. I squeezed my dick, imagining my hand was Darren's bum, gripping my shaft so tightly. I'd already decided I was going to bugger him, whether he wanted it or not. If he wanted to keep his job, he would spread those slim naked legs for me. Every day.
I masturbated faster as the man buried his long manhood right to the hilt in my staff member's naked bottom, pressing his hips hard against that cute bum. Then he began pumping. The desk creaked under them. Creak creak creak creak creak creak, in a steady rhythm the man stabbed his huge cock in and out and in and out, holding Darren down hard on my desk.