6 comments/ 23778 views/ 12 favorites Company Cocksucker Pt. 19-23 By: Cyanlot Part 19: Replaying and Foreshadowing I woke up from a bad dream sometime in the middle of the night; I didn't even check the clock to see when. The dream was about Tim. We were in a strange room with a huge curtain across one wall. Tim had me drop my pants and underpants to my ankles. He wouldn't let me take them off; he liked how it made me look awkward. He made me suck him until he was hard and all the while I had to praise his cock and tell him how much I loved being his cock slave and that sort of thing. He didn't have to prompt me with the words or make his demands explicitly. He just asked me what I wanted and how I liked it. I knew what he wanted me to say and there was really no point in resisting. It was weird because from time to time I could hear voices. I tried to make them out but they were muffled and indistinct. I finally decided that they were coming from a television running in the next room. Tim made me get on my hands and knees on a couch and beg him to fuck my ass. Again, he didn't tell me what to say. He'd just ask me what I wanted and when I told him what he wanted to hear, he'd ask me to tell him how much. This wasn't so strange, really. He'd done that many times when we were together. When I'd finally satisfied him with my pleas for his cock, he lubed up my ass and pushed his cock against me. As he pressed his cockhead forward, I expected to feel the now familiar sensation of my anus opening for his plundering cock. Well, I felt my asshole being opened by his shaft, but it was anything but a familiar sensation. He seemed to be opening me up impossibly large. It was as though his cock was six inches thick and, as he pressed in, I opened to accommodate him fully. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it should have given how far he was opening me. And, as he began to press into me, it felt as if his cock would never come to an end. It just kept sliding further and further in. This was a very strange sensation, but I didn't have more than a moment to ponder it. My attention was drawn suddenly in the direction of the curtains. They were rapidly drawing open and behind them was a crowd of people. Not just people. It was people I knew: my friends, my family, my co-workers, and Steph. They were all looking at me being impaled on this impossibly huge cock. They'd all heard me begging for it. And they were smirking or laughing out loud as they pointed at me. My heart pounded and my face burned with shame. I started to pull away but the sensation of Tim's enormous cock pulling out of me, when it hadn't even entered me completely, was devastatingly unpleasant. Though he could have done so easily, he didn't need to hold me on his cock. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him. Instead, I moved back onto him so that I could feel more of the incredible, inconceivable sensation of this fantastic shaft impaling me. Everyone could see that I was more than a willing partner now. I was the aggressor. It didn't matter to me now. All that mattered was that this delicious sensation not end. When Tim finally bottomed out in me, I gripped his cock tightly with my asshole. Nothing made sense, of course. If his cock was a thick as it felt, my anal sphincter would have been torn to pieces. If it was as long as it felt, it would be sticking out my mouth. I guess he was literally fucking me senseless. As he began thrusting in and out, my attention was briefly drawn to the crowd, some of whom were clapping. I put them out of my mind again and reveled in the sensations of being fucked. Tim fucked me for a long time and, when he finally came in me, that too was an impossible scene. He seemed to cum for long minutes after minutes and to fill me with quarts of cum. And as he filled my bowels, the pressure made me spurt my own seed all over the couch. I heard the sound of applause and then it faded as I woke up. I was in my bed with a huge hardon and having to piss so badly it hurt. I was half surprised that I hadn't had a wet dream. The sensation of cuming in my dream had been so intense, I really expected to find my sheets slippery with slime. I got up immediately because the alternative was to wet my bed. Despite how badly I had to piss, it took me a long time to get a flow started. My cock was so hard I couldn't piss. When I'd finally emptied my bladder through a still hard cock, I went back to bed, stroking my cock through my underwear. As I lay in bed, I found my mind wandering to an impossibly big cock. But not Tim's cock of my dreams. I was thinking about Tyrone's cock. I guess I'd come to terms with my cock-sucking and even my getting fucked. I'd accepted the fact that I not only got off on it (obviously and often messily) but that I actually enjoyed the sensations and I loved the feeling of power I had as I satisfied a hungry cock. So, while I never looked forward to the humiliation that Tim enjoyed inflicting on me so much, I had admitted to myself that I did enjoy sucking him, and Murphy and the others off. And I even enjoyed getting fucked by them. I understood the pleasures of the female role. But I now realized that something had been missing. I had never really *loved* their cocks. I'd loved the way they made me feel--the way they had stretched me and filled me, the way they had slid in and out of me. And I loved what I'd come to think of as "taming" them: taking a hard, hot, hungry cock and turning it into a limp, satisfied dick. But I'd never really made love to a cock--never wanted to give myself to the man who owned it. I'd never felt as if *this* was *the* cock I needed to be happy. I think that was the way I had come to feel so quickly about Tyrone's cock. As I lay in bed, slowly stroking my own hard cock, I yearned for--I ached for--his cock in my hand, in my mouth and (though the thought filled me with fear almost as much as lust) in my ass. I wanted to make love to Tyrone's cock. I wanted to make love to Tyrone. I was beginning to realize that Tim (cruel as he was) and the others (who just went along for their pleasure) had actually prepared me to be Tyrone's perfect lover. Or, at least, to try to be. And, certainly to hunger to be. So, I lay there in the dark of my own room, beating off to the thought of Tyrone. And, after a long and satisfying time stroking myself to various images, I spewed my seed on my stomach. I licked it off my fingers, imagining that it was Tyrone's and that it pleased him to have me swallow his cum. Part 20: The Big Meeting I dozed off and slept peacefully till late in the morning. I stayed in the rest of the weekend, just getting caught up on cleaning and stuff. I got several calls from Tim summoning me over to his house, but I didn't answer or return the calls. I masturbated lots of times, but this weekend's whack sessions were very different from earlier ones. Before, when I'd masturbated thinking about sucking Murphy or Tim off or about getting fucked by them, there was furiousness in my actions. It was as if I needed to get off hard and fast. It felt great, of course. But now there was something different. I felt a calm, warm feeling. Sunday night I even put on some music, turned the lights down low and had a glass of wine in the bathtub before laying down on the bed and stroking myself gently till I was hot and hard. Then, there was some fury, to be sure, but it was against a background of warmth and comfort. Monday morning I tried to avoid Tim. It was impossible, of course. He was pissed that I'd ignored him over the weekend and he would not tolerate my ignoring him at the office. He started saying things that were more and more suggestive and embarrassing to me until I had to agree to go with him to the storeroom where so often in the past I'd been on my knees servicing his hard cock. But this time I rebelled. I said 'no'. Really, what did I have to lose? It's not as if the whole department didn't already know what had been happening. I mean, I hadn't sucked off every guy in the department, but I knew that you can't keep a secret like this when so many guys know about it first hand. Of course everyone already knew. So, let Tim talk. What did I have to lose? Well, as it turned out, a lot. Or, maybe not, I don't know. But Tim *did* have some cards to play that I hadn't expected. But, for the present, my insubordination worked. Tim was stunned but, for the first time ever, I walked out of the storeroom without having gotten on my knees to service Tim. I felt proud of myself for standing up to Tim. And I could tell that he was angry and a bit stunned. I guess suddenly losing your personal bitch, cocksucker and boy pussy can do that to a guy. I would see Tim sometimes looking at me with anger in his eyes. I was caught up in my own thoughts, though. I found myself thinking about Tyrone frequently. Sometimes I would look at him for long moments, oblivious to what I was doing. If he'd turn in my direction, I would quickly look away--but not quickly enough, of course. He would see me when this happened and I knew it. My face would flush and my ears burn. For a while, I would be able to keep my eyes off of him. But, inevitably, I would find myself in an idle moment, staring at him and many of those times, he would catch me. But for the sexual tension I felt for Tyrone, the week was a quiet one sexually. Indeed, a silent one. Tim knew he wasn't getting anything and Murphy didn't call me into his office once during the entire week. And that included Friday. There was no Friday ritual, either of the "being called on the carpet" variety or the "providing a reward for the top performer" variety. This was very strange. I allowed myself to entertain the thought that, perhaps, my days of being the company cocksucker were over. Maybe I'd turned a corner permanently. The weekend was weird, too. No visiting Tim. No doing his chores and no doing him. Steph and I had a date. We were, I guess, still officially going together but we hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks. It was a pretty good time and we wound up in bed for the first time in more than a month. I was able to perform pretty normally and that reinforced my thought that maybe I'd passed out of this problematic phase. On the other hand, it is true that I kept myself hard throughout fucking Stephanie by visualizing Tyrone fucking my ass--so maybe I wasn't completely back to normal yet. The thought of Tyrone's huge cock in my ass scared me as much as it excited me, but it excited me a lot. I busted a big nut into Stephanie's cunt thinking about Tyrone spewing his load in my ass. And then, not more than an hour later, after I got home, I shot another big load with a cucumber shoved up my ass, though in my mind it was a big, hard black cock fucking me. Monday morning, Murphy announced that there was going to be an important Department meeting on Friday afternoon. Everyone had to clear their schedules to attend. The purpose of this meeting, which was very unusual, wasn't announced. But Murphy implied that it was very good news. Rumors buzzed all week but as the day of the meeting approached, no one outside of Murphy and maybe Tim, who was spending a lot of time talking with Murphy these days, really knew what was up. As it turned out, there was good news and bad news, though the bad news was all for me. The good news was that this year our department's performance had been way above last year's and way above what had been projected. When Murphy announced that, everyone cheered and high-fived each other. "All of you deserve credit," Murphy continued. "You guys worked your tails off, and it paid off." More cheering and some comments about how true it was. "But, really, I think we need to give a lot of credit to the one person who not only worked his tail off, he worked his head off to give you guys the incentive to produce." Now, there was cheering, but not everyone joined in. I didn't. I saw guys looking at me, even guys who had never gotten a reward from me in Murphy's office. I knew for sure then that there were no longer any secrets in the office. I'd assumed that for a while; but it was obvious now. "I'm talking, of course, about Allan." Murphy gestured toward me. "Come over here Allan. You're an important part of this success. You did what was necessary to raise the whole department's level of performance. To say that you took one for the department would be to understate the situation by quite a few." Murphy laughed and almost everyone joined in. I blushed red and just looked away from everyone. "This merits a party! And I've got a great one planned. I can't think of a better way to reward all of you than to offer a Friday afternoon reward for everyone." *What the fuck? Did Murphy just offer me for the sexual gratification of everyone in the department?* As I stood there, shell-shocked, others began to cheer. Tim got behind me, pushed me down on my knees and invited the whole gang to line up. I struggled to get up but Old Man Murphy cut me off with a short reminder that "this is what you get paid for." The first guy in line was Brad, a guy I'd never done before. He was unzipping his fly and digging out his cock for me. When he got is soft dick out, I saw that this was going to be another first for me: he was uncut. His foreskin completely hid the helmet of his cock and it narrowed down to a point at the end with just a small hole in it. Brad pulled the foreskin back and showed me the shiny head, then he let his cock head slide back into the foreskin. As he pressed his still limp cock against my lips, it felt really odd. I'd had a fair number of dicks in my mouth--hard ones and soft ones--but the flap of soft skin covering the head of his shaft felt really weird in my mouth. The feeling wasn't strange for long, though. As Brad hardened, his cock felt much like the others I'd sucked off over these last months. It was kind of narrow and very smooth, but long enough to be impressive anyway. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, some of the other guys cheered him on. "Go deep!" someone yelled. And Brad did. As his cock pressed its way into my throat, I felt my own cock rise. Worse yet, I got so hard that people could see my trousers tenting up. "He's getting off on this!" one person said. "Natural born cocksucker," someone else added. I heard Tim explaining to those who didn't already know that I always get hard when I suck a hard cock and sometimes I even shoot off without any direct stimulation. Tim went on, "and, you should see him shoot his load when he gets fucked in the ass." Okay. I knew where this was going and it wasn't going to end with me just sucking a lot of guys off. I was going to be the fuck-n-suck pig for the entire department this afternoon. Tim was enjoying his revenge on me for my insubordination. And he wasn't going to miss any opportunity to humiliate me. He pulled me away from Brad's cock, something both of us regretted and for the same reason: he was just about to cum in my mouth. Brad regretted the intrusion because it left him hanging and I regretted it because it meant that when I was again pushed down on my knees to service him, I'd have to spend some time just getting him back to where I had him now. But Tim's little scenarios would be played out. He would see to that. "Pull your pants down," Tim ordered me. I could see everyone looking at me expectantly and I hesitated. I felt Tim reaching around to unbuckle my belt; I decided that whatever was going to happen, it wasn't going to be him undressing me like I was his plaything to share. I pushed his hands away and began unbuckling my belt. I couldn't look anyone in the eye; it was a weird experience. I knew all of these guys pretty well--some of them intimately, so to speak--but I didn't recognize them. I just saw a crowd of people, all expecting me to humiliate myself for their pleasure. All but one. Tyrone was standing very much away from the crowd. He was watching me and the others, but not joining in with comments. He was just observing. I paused, trying to think about what I was doing and what Tyrone was thinking about it. Tim's hand reaching around me again, jolted me back into action. I swatted away his hand and finished unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and pushing them all down to my ankles. Fortunately, my cock wasn't hard anymore. But I wasn't spared that humiliation for long. Tim pushed me down again, Brad didn't waste a second in getting his softening cock into the warm haven of my mouth. And I was soon taking him deep again. When his dick pressed into my throat, I just couldn't prevent my cock from rising. Thinking about baseball or the multiplication tables was useless. It was like there was a button in the back of my throat and when some guy's cock hit it, my dick went up. So, now everyone could see my hard dick bobbing up and down between my thighs as my mouth bobbed on and off Brad's cock. The catcalls died down a bit after a while and I started working Brad to the inevitable outcome. At one point I unconsciously reached down with one hand and began stroking my aching dick. But the crowd would have none of that. They wanted my dick bobbing freely while I serviced Brad. So that's what happened. Brad grunted loudly and clasped my head in his hands tightly when he began to pump his slick slime in my mouth. I didn't gag or anything. I was good at this by now. I swallowed him and let him slip from my lips, watching his cockhead slowly retreat behind his foreskin as he pulled his dick away from me. Someone else was trying to get in front to get his cock serviced but Tim wanted to rearrange things. "At this rate, it will take all night to get through everyone. But I have an efficiency plan. We can double Allan's efficiency by redeploying his resources." Pleased with his self-evaluated cleverness, Tim pulled me up and pushed me down over the corner of a desk. I guess two or three guys took my ass in that position and probably four or five more shot off in my mouth. My ass was oozing cum and my face was spattered from those who pulled out as they were still spurting. Tim pulled me up to show people what a cum-slut I was, then pushed me down on my hands and knees for more. Part 21: My Shame In this position, the guys who were sharing me could rock me back and forth so that I pumped one cock with my ass and one with my lips in synch. And that's precisely what had been happening for 15 or 20 minutes, with a change of cocks in the process, when I happened to look up long enough to notice a face in the crowd. Steph! She was standing not more than 10 feet away and watching me with a combination of astonishment and disgust on her face. And it was clear that she hadn't just walked in. Not surprisingly, Tim was standing next to her, whispering comments in her ear. At one point, her look changed. She and Tim both burst into laughter. It was in the middle of their shared joke that she realized that I was looking at her. When she focused on my face, the look of disgust returned, but she was still smiling about the private joke with Tim. So, now I knew the full extent of Tim's vengeance. It wasn't enough to humiliate me in front of the entire department, or even to have me gang raped. He had to destroy my personal life. It wasn't as if it had been all that great lately, but I still harbored hopes of mending things with Steph and, maybe, getting my life back. That hope was gone now. I guess while I was pondering my situation and my future, I was flagging a bit as a sex toy for Bob, who had his dick in my mouth, and for whoever had his cock buried in my ass. (Jesus! Had things gone so far that I didn't even know who was fucking me up the ass?) Bob and my other assailant started thrusting me hard back and forth. I was slammed around so much that I couldn't even focus on Stephanie with my eyes and I decided not to in my mind. *Just let it go*, I told myself. Company Cocksucker Pt. 19-23 Bob and the other guy finished around the same time. I think the other guy spewing in my ass pushed Bob over the edge and he filled my mouth. They both pulled away from me and for just a moment I had a chance to rest while I swallowed Bob's load. I looked up at Steph again and saw her nudge Tim and say something to him through a giggle. Tim nodded and started toward me, unzipping his pants as he approached. So, he was going to get me again, after all. He'd get his chance to pile humiliation on humiliation by fucking me when he knew that, of all people, he was the one I least wanted touching me. And he could do it in front of this mass humiliation he'd arranged and in front of my girlfriend--well, pretty clearly, my *former* girlfriend. I cringed inside. I knew I couldn't stop him and my ass was lubricated and opened for his pleasure. In a minute I'd feel the familiar sensation of Tim's cock invading my ass. I hoped to God it didn't cause me to get an erection. As all of this had been going on, my erection had subsided. If I got hard again, I knew someone would say something and Tim would take it as some kind of additional victory over my dignity. Part 22: My Savior Just as I was sure I knew my fate and could do nothing to change it, I felt a large, strong hand pulling me up by the shoulder. At first I assumed that someone was just trying to get my attention because he wanted to take my mouth while Tim took my ass. But I was being pulled all the way up. I looked up to see Tyrone looking at me. There was a gentleness in his eyes that I hadn't noticed before. And, the only demand he made of me was for me to pull up my pants. *God! Was he saving me from more of this?* I reached down to pull my pants up and noticed that cum had dripped down my thighs, onto my pants and underpants. I didn't care. I pulled my pants up, wet as they were. As I was buckling them, I caught a glimpse of Tim. He was furious and he was glaring at Tyrone. For his part, Tyrone had no softness in his eyes as he looked at Tim. If it had come down to a physical battle, there would be no contest. Tyrone would have finished Tim off with a single blow. Tim knew that and, I'm sure, was thinking of some way to get what he wanted without threatening a physical exchange. "Hey, Tyrone is trying to end the party!" he called out to no one in particular. "Do we want the party to end?" And then, something strange happened. A few people said 'no', but not with great enthusiasm. I think Tyrone's actions had made most people uncomfortable with what had been happening--not Tim, of course, he was a lost cause. Tyrone had said nothing to the crowd of my assailants. But his simple act of decency echoed like a moral sermon in people's minds. I saw people looking down and beginning to meander away. Tyrone took me by the arm and escorted me out of the room. In my last glance back, I saw Tim, glaring with hatred and anger and Stephanie looking kind of puzzled. We went straight to Tyrone's car, leaving mine in the parking lot, and he put me in the passenger seat and drove me to his house. I couldn't bring myself to talk. I was confused and ashamed. I felt such gratitude to Tyrone, but I couldn't bring myself to speak my heart. About halfway to his house, he put his hand on my thigh. It felt so reassuring, so accepting that I relaxed. But I still couldn't begin to talk with him. When we got into his house, he walked me to the bathroom and told me to take a shower. He left me and I stripped down, looking at my clothes with disgust. Because Tim had made me keep my pants and underpants on, down around my ankles, there was dried cum on them--cum that had been sprayed there and cum that had dripped out of my overfull asshole. My shirt, which I'd never taken off, had cum on the front, and several lines of cum running up the back from those guys who had decided to pull out of my asshole and spray over my ass cheeks and back. Looking at the clothes that I'd been wearing made me feel so dirty and disgusting. I tried to put it all out of my mind as I stepped into the shower. The hot water was magical. It seemed to wash away everything: the dried cum, of course, but also the memories. I basked in the restorative warmth for a long time, reluctantly turning the shower off only after the water began turning cold. As I stepped out, unconsciously steeled to see my cum-stained clothes on the floor, I was relieved to find that my clothes had been removed and, hanging on a hook behind the door was a clean white terry-cloth robe. I dried off and slipped into the robe, feeling like a new person. Part 23: My Love Opening the door, I heard Tyrone in the living room. I walked down the hallway, uncertain of how to talk with him. Meaningful glances passed between us these last couple of weeks. I'd often been embarrassed when I'd seen him notice me looking at him. And now, of course, I was so indebted to him--so grateful to him--that I didn't know where to begin. Fortunately, he put me at ease. "Feel better?" he said with a casual ease. *Oh, God! Did I?!* I thought. But I said, as casually as I could, "Yes. Thanks." "Sit down." Really the only place to sit, if I didn't use the floor, was a spot on the small couch next to Tyrone. He scooted over a bit so I guessed that's where he meant for me to sit. When I sat down, he didn't waste any time in beginning the conversation. "Why do you let them do that to you?" Sheeze! I didn't know what to say. There was the whole story of blackmail and threats, of course. But I wasn't so self-deceived that I didn't realize there was more to it than that. What was I going to say to him? Would he even believe me if I told him I hated everything about what I'd been doing? After the way I practically made love to his cock that one day? I looked at Tyrone, probably staring blankly. My head was filled with thoughts about what to say, with the awareness that I had to say something, with the realization that I had no idea what to say. And suddenly, to my overwhelming embarrassment, I broke out crying. Not a stifled sniffle. Not a gentle welling up of a tear in the corner of my eye. No. I bawled like a baby. I was incredibly embarrassed, but I couldn't stop. Most guys would have been freaked out by my outburst, but Tyrone didn't look repulsed or scornful. Instead, he put his hand on the back of my neck and drew me down so my head was resting on his chest. And, for the longest time, I just lay there, my head on his muscular chest. I lay there while my bawling turned to sobs and finally just sniffles. I didn't know how to pull away from him--or, really, I didn't know how to look at him *after* I'd pulled away--so I just stayed there. Tyrone finally broke the silence by saying, "It's okay. You're fine now." Somehow, I felt that I was. I was beginning to feel better and I began to stroke his thigh with my hand. As I did, I saw his cock begin to stiffen, pressing against the fly of his pants. I knew then what I wanted. I unzipped his zipper and slipped my hand into his pants. I felt a shudder of pleasure shoot through my whole body as I felt his hot, hardening cock fill my hand. I tried to wrestle the monster out from his pants but it was already too hard to slip out easily so I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them open. Now I could pull his impressive shaft from his underpants and lay it up along his abdomen. It reached well past his bellybutton, almost to my lips. But I didn't touch it with my lips yet. For a minute or two I just gazed at the beauty of it while I cupped his large balls in my hand. Then I stroked it softly with the palm of my hand, watching it harden even more. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I moved my lips slowly to touch the tip of his cock. When I made contact, I felt another shudder of pleasure go through my body. I yielded to desire and slipped my lips over his cock as far as I could. At first I was simply sucking and sliding my lips back and forth over his beautiful hard cock. But I felt a need welling up in my and before long I was pumping his shaft and bobbing my head on his cock head frantically--desperately trying to get him to fill my mouth with his seed. And it didn't take very long before my wish was granted. My mouth filled with Tyrone's sweet sperm. I sucked and sucked until he finished shooting his seed. Then I swallowed the entire hot load, savoring the taste and texture as it slid down my throat and filled my stomach. I didn't pull off of Tyrone's spent cock and he didn't pull me away. I know lots of guys are super sensitive after they've cum and I didn't want to do anything that would make Tyrone move me away from his cock. So I lay there, very still, gently caressing his cock in my mouth. He was in the afterglow of a huge orgasm, and so was I. I hadn't cum myself. But it was as if Tyrone's orgasm drained us both of all of our sexual tension. I felt warm and satisfied just sucking gently on his softening cock. We lay there for nearly 20 minutes, I guess. And then I began to stroke his cock with my hand and felt it begin to harden in my mouth. I was going to get him off again. This time, it was going to be a long, loving, intimate blow job. I was bound and determined to enjoy every feeling, every sight, every sound, every scent and every taste that Tyrone had to offer me as I made love to his cock. As I gently caressed him back to hardness, I thought about how different this all was with Tyrone than with Tim or Murphy or any of the other guys I'd sucked off. I knew myself well enough now that I didn't try to lie to myself about whether I enjoyed my sexual experiences with these other men. I didn't enjoy the humiliation that Tim was into or the indifference that Murphy showed. But I did get hard and get off on sucking them off and having them fuck me. So, I accepted that I was bisexual and, at least for now, leaning toward men more than women. But the thrill I got out of my sex with these other guys came from the feeling of power at being able to control their pleasure. With Tyrone, the thrill was simply in *giving* him pleasure.