Sexual Harassment Ch. 01
Keywords: Ch., Sexual, 01, Harassment,
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The story is so familiar I hardly need to repeat it. I'm talking about layoffs of course and today it was my companies turn. It started this morning, rumors started right away and by lunch it was clear what was going on - our company had been purchased by a competitor, and they were liquidating half the staff by sundown. Anyone judged to be redundant was gone. Practically our whole building was being fired.
We all want to think we're unique, but I don't kid myself, ultimately I'm identical to the scores of claims adjusters in cubes all around me. Shoot, I am a good deal worse than many. I am a 24-year-old college dropout with no skills and a painfully shy personality. Thin, small, frail, and leveraged out my ass in credit card debt and car payments, if I was lucky, I'd get a job in fast food, if not I'd end up on the street. My girlfriend would dump me for sure.
"Alex . . . Alex!" I looked up. I was Tracy, the ditsy but sweet secretary. She had tears in her eyes, and her normally flawless attire appeared a bit rumpled. "Anderson wants to talk to you now." She said and burst into tears. I could still hear her sobbing as I walked down the long hall to my boss's office.
"Alex, take a seat." Mr. Anderson said. He was a large man and his frame blocked the light from the window behind him.
"You obviously know why you're here today. You're not a total idiot, that's one of the things I like about you." He paused for dramatic effect. "We're firing people today of course. Whole bunches of people, entire branches are being systematically shown the door." I couldn't understand why he was drawing it out like this. He continued, "Of course, one of the things I like about my job is that I possess a great deal of discretion in my actions."
He rose from behind his desk walked around until he was in front of me. He leaned back against the desk and I noticed that he placed one foot on each side of my legs. Sitting in my chair like that, his crotch was directly at eye level. I could see the bulge in his pants and how it stretched against his zipper. I felt ashamed that I noticed. I looked away from it for a moment, but was afraid of being disrespectful. I tried looking up at Anderson, my eyes wide and pleading, but I couldn't hold his steely gaze. Ultimately I dropped my head and, afraid to close my eyes entirely, stared at the bulge, massive and masculine. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him, all I could think about was that bulge, how big it was and how small it would make me look in comparison. I was thankful I wasn't standing, as my penis is barely visible in the front of my pants. It was shameful to be fired, and even more so by a man so much larger than me - in every sense of the word.
"You don't mind if I stretch a little do you Alex?" he said. I meant to mutter an "nuh uh", but nothing came out of my mouth. He was looking down at me with his cruel, masculine handsome face. Having him this near with his legs positioned in that way underscored how tiny and frail I was compared to him. To my amazement he dropped his hand to his bulge and started to rearrange his big cock through the fabric of his chinos right before my eyes. I passed it off to locker room rules, the kind of thing confident fraternity boys to mark their territory.
"My discretion allows me to pick and choose who I want to fire, and who I want to spare. You know I could fire you right now, and you couldn't do a thing about it. Practically the whole building is being laid off; no one would believe you were fired for any other reason. Complaints would be interpreted as sour grapes. Isn't that right Alex?" My heart leaped, I felt hope for the first time that day, maybe I wasn't going to be fired. I tilted my head up and looked at Mr. Anderson's face for the first time, blinking my eyelashes slightly in an unconscious effort to please him.
"Do you know why Tracy was crying so much when she left my office?" He asked me.
"I supp . . . I suppose because you f, f, fired her, Mr. Anderson." I could hardly speak, I sensed he was toying with me and all my terror was now back.
"That's cute Alex, you have a little stutter there when you're nervous. No Alex, I didn't fire her, she quit, and because she quit she won't get any severance package or any unemployment benefits. Stupid girl, and I was going to promote her too. Oh, don't look so surprised. With everyone leaving, we're going to need young, how should I say this, attractive people, to pick up the slack around here. I offered her the opportunity to be my very special assistant, but she decided she just couldn't handle the added . . ." He stopped and smiled at me "added responsibilities."
To my shock he began to ease down his zipper and I could make out the outline of a thick half hard penis pressing against the tight confines of his briefs. I couldn't believe he was actually doing it and my mind couldn't clearly process the situation. "So her loss Alex, but your lucky day."
"I don't know what you mean sir." He fished in the fly of his briefs and pulled out his cock - - large, much larger than mine, heavy and thick, and growing longer every second. Adjusting himself he made sure to grab his heavy weighty balls and pull them through the opening as well. I was trapped between the chair behind me, his legs besides me, and now his large, thick, uncircumcised cock in front of me.
"Do you understand better now Alex? When I heard there were layoffs coming I looked around the office. Tracy was the hottest piece of ass in here . . . I mean even a faggot like you must have noticed those tits, didn't you Alex?" The word faggot felt like a punch in the stomach.
"B, b, but I think there's a misunder . . . misunderstanding sir - I'm not gay." I blurted out. My mind was reeling. I wasn't stupid; I knew what was going on. There was a misunderstanding. I was terrified of this man, but to my growing humiliation, I was also ashamed that my heterosexuality would likely mean my firing. For a second my little desperate mind wished I were gay. I needed this job.
"Gay? I didn't say anything about you being gay Alex. I called you a faggot. A sissy, fairy, tiny . . . sexy little faggot." His cock began to grow hard and lengthen, it rose so that the tip, shinny with a drop of precum, was pointed right at my face. Its impossible to say my reaction was anything but shock. I could hear myself breathing, nearly panting with fear, and I have to admit it, excitement as well.
"That's right Alex, I called you sexy. You are sexy too. Don't tell me you don't know that. Don't try to play dumb, like you don't know how men look at you wanting to fuck that little ass of yours. I'm talking real men Alex, big strong, powerful men like me, not weak fairy sissies like you. Of course you must not spend that much time with men like that, that is, unless you've been sucking cock in secret all this time. Have you been sucking cock in secret Alex? Do you find yourself in those adult bookstores, on your knees, on those filthy floors, with some stranger's dick in your mouth? Your urge to be a cocksucking whore must be powerful to degrade yourself like that."
My cheeks were burning. How could he know? I had once or twice when drunk, but I've never admitted it to a sole.
"Now, as I was saying Alex." Mr. Anderson continued ostentatiously stroking his cock inches from my face. "I looked around the office. I mean Tracy had the obvious advantage over you that she actually has a pussy, while you - - - well you just are a pussy," he was smiling at his own sadistic banner "but apparently she's religious or something, a devout Jew or Muslim or something like that - must be the same place she gets that hot olive skin I want to cream all over - anyway, she won't fuck for pay, so its unemployment for her, and leaves me with you. Alex, you pretty little thing, you are the next sexiest thing in the office, the second hottest piece of ass. What do you think about that?" He eased a hand behind my head and pulled it forward. I am so ashamed, I was so afraid of being fired that I let him. Plus who am I kidding, I was aroused. I was hot. My cock, no I don't deserve to call it that, my tiny little penis was rock hard and making a little tent in my pants. Mr. Anderson was treating me like his property, like a little fairy sex toy, and my reaction? I'm such a faggot that I had an erection.
I felt him press the smooth, mushroom head of his dick against my lips, he rubbed it back and forth across them glossing them with precum. "Kiss it." He whispered. "Kiss my cockhead you faggot bitch." Self-control got the better of me, I pulled my head back.
"But Mr. Anderson, I'm a man. A guy, I mean . . ." he pulled my head back by my hair so that my neck stretched and my mouth opened. His strong massive hand pulled my hair so hard it hurt and brought tears to my eyes, but it also turned me on. I was totally controlled by the man, and he knew it. He dismissively tweaked the hard-on in my pants with his fingers. I was so turned on, just from that I almost came. "You little queer, don't play shy with me." Mr. Anderson stood strait up so he towered over me. He placed his heavy masculine balls into my open gaping mouth. I could taste the salt of his perspiration and smell his odor. He was sweaty, hot, and masculine. His balls were so huge they overflowed from my lips.
"Alex, here's the deal. I am offering you a new job as my executive secretary. I will double your salary, vest you in the pension, shoot I'm such a nice guy. I'll even give you healthcare benefits. Alternatively, you can refuse this promotion and quit. Unfortunately your other job no longer exists. I have done my best to find alternative employment for you, and if you refuse, you'll have no recourse. Do you understand? No severance, no unemployment." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal tube, a lipstick container. He opened it and showed the fresh stick to me - hot pink like what high school girl, or what a porn starlet wears.
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Keywords: Ch., Sexual, 01, Harassment,