Sinfulfillment

by EdIam   

Chester is an old pervert obsessed with his coworker’s husband, Jason. Unluckily for the intensely jealous Chester, Jason is madly and irrevocably in love with the coworker, Bryan. Luckily for Chester, there’s a mysterious entity willing to give him everything he wants…if he satisfies their mysterious needs.

“Unngh, God…right there, Bryan!! That feels so good. Unnnnngh!” Jason groaned.

Bryan, thrusting his 8 inches into his husband’s hole tenderly, let out his own moan. There was little that turned him on more than knowing he was making his soul mate groan with pleasure.

Bryan positioned himself over his wriggling partner, leaning over him, chest to chest, and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling his chest hair gloriously smashed against Jason’s almost completely hairless, soft pecs. His strong, hairy arms, held him there, not wanting to crush or hurt the love of his life, as his cock slowly eased in and out of the hole he’d fucked countless times at this point; the only one he’d ever fuck again…but one he knew he’d never tire of.

Feeling Jason slide his tongue teasingly between his own lips, Bryan followed suit, feeling his heart swell with love as he moved his arms behind Jason’s back, pulling him into himself. Practically forcing Jason to merge with his own body, the pressure of their flesh uniting comforted him. He knew Jason loved when the two of them made such passionate love and the slight horny whimper he felt in his mouth was all the proof he need that his lover still longed for this even after nearly five years of marriage.

Increasing his fucking slightly, Bryan pulled himself from Jason’s lips, pulled his right arm from beneath him, and looked down at the pleading eyes staring back at him.

As he stroked Jason’s hair, Jason let out a murmur, “Cum in me…”

Smiling down at him, Bryan knew both were close to orgasm. He could feel Jason’s rock hard 5 and a half inches throbbing beneath his own stomach.

Leaning back up to fully focus on his thrusting, Bryan began rubbing his hands all over his sexy husband’s body. His smooth arms, his lightly dusted thighs spread wide allowing easy access to his ass, the size 9 feet resting on either side of him…all of it was so perfect to Bryan.

Feeling his orgasm nearing, Bryan brought his strong hands to both of Jason’s firm, small, nearly hairless pecs and nipples and groped them, eventually stroking the small burst of nearly invisible hairiness between them. Following the light trail down to his modest belly, he lightly rubbed at the head and sides of the quivering cock, delicately teasing it as Jason let out another small, contented sigh.

His balls starting to pull up into him, knowing he was close to blowing his load, Bryan grabbed hold of Jason’s wonderfully firm, straight dick and stroked it.

“Oh, God, I love you, Jasoooon!” Bryan practically shouted as his cock erupted deep within his husband’s rectum.

“Unghhhh…Bryaaan!” Jason reciprocated as his own cock burst with cum, wetting both of their chests with his large load. Bryan, feeling the dampness of his lover’s juices on his own hand still stroking him, felt his own cock bursting load after load into the condom, drenching his own glans and shaft in his seed.

A few moments later, Bryan collapsed onto Jason, enjoying the fact his chest hair was matted with Jason’s semen. Holding him close, he nestled into the nook of Jason’s neck as Jason, in turn, wrapped his arms and legs entirely around Bryan, firmly squeezing him.

“I’ll never get tired of how good you are at that, Bry,” Jason gushed, squeezing his partner a little harder.

“Mmm…and I’ll never get tired of how much you get me going. God, how did I get so lucky to get the sexiest man on Earth?” Bryan stated as he brought his head up to Jason’s, eager to kiss him again.

“Well, it certainly helped that you are actually the sexiest man on Earth and it was me who was lucky enough to get you…but, you know, also that we were on the same floor as freshmen,” Jason joked, getting a laugh out of Bryan.

Finally pulling himself out of Jason, Bryan kneeled above him and took the condom off his cock, surprising even himself with how much cum was in it, “Damn, Jase! We shouldn’t ever go a week without sex again. This is far too much of a load to have had stored in my balls!”

Laughing, Jason reached up and pushed his lover playfully. “And whose fault is that ‘Mr. Of Course I’ll Work Late, Sir’?”

Chuckling in return, “I’m sorry, Jase. I’m positive it won’t be much longer,” Bryan leaned back down, rubbing his softening, wet cock at the entrance to Jason’s ass again, “I’ll be here to make you feel good every single night.”

Jason purred underneath him, “I know babe. You’re a shoo-in for the promotion. You’re the hardest worker they’ve got.”

Bryan beamed with pride, knowing Jason wasn’t lying. He truly had been impressing his higher ups the past few years, but mostly due to his devotion to their biggest client they’d signed at their marketing firm. It wouldn’t be long until he was on executive leadership.

Feeling utterly powerful, sexy, and the wonderful afterglow of his orgasm, Bryan moved up beside his lover and wrapped his arm around him, taking his favorite position as his big spoon. Jason just melted into, as he often did, leaving ample space on their California King bed they’d been so proud to move into their huge apartment just a few short years ago. Now, both at only 28 years old, they were living the high life due to both of their successes, as a high-end vice president of marketing in Bryan’s case and nurse practitioner in Jason’s.

“God, I love you, Jase,” Bryan cooed, “I’m not sure what I ever did to deserve such a perfect life.”

“I love you too, babe. Can’t wait for the anniversary sex we’ll have on Sunday…”

“Well, we don’t necessarily have to wait…we’ve got a drawer full of condoms and I certainly missed making love to you,” Bryan offered, sexily.

Laughing, “You know I love you, babe, but you’ve gotta get up early and I’ve gotta be in the clinic a little earlier than normal. Couldn’t get a bit of my charting done on one of my patients…oh the life of an NP,” he chuckled, clearly not truly complaining about the job he was passionate about.

He was right, of course. Despite working late the last few weeks nearly every night, tomorrow was going to be a particularly busy day. Bryan had meetings with several potential clients that would, most definitively, guarantee his promotion. But he was keenly aware that Jason had a far more stressful job as a nurse practitioner.

Bryan knew that taking care of the literally lives and health of people would never compare to creating a marketing campaign for a business, but Jason was such a kind-hearted and humble man that he never complained…even when Bryan was particularly long-winded about the silly things his job made him worry about. So Bryan relented, knowing Jason needed his sleep even more than he did.

“I suppose you’re right. As usual,” Bryan teased. Kissing Jason’s smiling lips and hearing a slight giggle as his facial hair tickled Jason’s smooth face, Bryan eased back into his position next to him. Holding him tight, he felt his exhaustion hit quickly along with eagerness for work the following day. Feeling his consciousness give way to dreams that were just as happy as his real life, the last thought Bryan had was just how much he loved his soul mate.

Across town, in a much smaller, dirtier, messier apartment, Chester Schills was making small moans as he stroked his cock maniacally watching intense porn on his computer. The screen flashed with cocks and cum and thrusting and sweat as several younger looking men absolutely ravaged one another in multiple positions.

Chester put all his focus, however, on one of the models: a lithe, smooth, sexy blonde man. He stroked and stroked, imagining the porn star was the object of nearly all of his lusts: Jason Fields-Mason, husband of one of the higher-level employees at his job, Bryan.

Chester had spent the last half hour glancing from the illicit porn on one computer monitor to the picture from their company website he’d zoomed in on on his second monitor. The photo was a candid taken from their holiday party last year, placed on the website to humanize their staff to potential clients. Clearly, they’d chosen this particular picture to highlight a sexy, young gay couple, showcasing how diverse their staff was.

Chester didn’t care about any of the clear visual manipulation their own marketing company was utilizing with the photo. He just cared that Jason Fields-Mason looked fucking sexy beyond belief in this picture. His sexy features fully on display as Chester had zoomed all the way onto his face, cutting out his husband entirely, just a shoulder of his coworker left visible. Chester drooled as he gazed into the deep blue eyes of his obsession.

“Mmmm…you like that, Jason? Fuck…yeah you do. You fucking crave my fucking cock. Mmm…you want it, you fucking cock-hound. Bryan’s nothing compared to me, is he? You know Bryan couldn’t satisfy you, right boy? You fucking slut,” Chester murmured to himself as his portly arm jiggled up and down his short, yet thicker than average, dick. Pre-cum was gushing out imagining his coworker’s husband desperate for him.

Chester loved fantasizing about Jason ever since he’d first laid eyes on him two and half years ago. Chester, being older, bald, slightly overweight, and not what most would call ‘aesthetically pleasing’, hadn’t even registered on the radar of Jason, let alone the star employee his husband had become. Whereas Bryan had been progressively moving up the ranks in the company at an impressive pace, now in the role of vice president of marketing only three years after starting, Chester was still on the lower levels of the building after being there 20-odd years. He’d been promoted to mailroom manager a few years before Bryan had been hired, a position relatively low on the totem pole, but still within the managerial team. As a result, he was invited to attend some of the parties only managers and executive leadership would be invited to. And that’s where he’d seen Jason for the first time.

Jason was everything Chester had ever wanted as a slightly perverted, lonely gay man: a 5’11” blonde twink, a killer smile with dimples, an innocence about him that was practically contagious, and, based on the slightly tight pants he wore, an ass worth fucking for days. But, much to Chester’s disappointment, Jason was clearly attached to the hip and madly in love with his taller 6’2”, dark haired, dark eyed, muscular, stereotypically hot gay dolt he’d married.

The two could be porn stars at any major porn studio if they wanted to…and Chester would have gone bankrupt just to buy a single night with Jason. He’d have spent just as much to push Bryan out of the picture entirely. The fucking asshole.

Chester actively despised Bryan, the pompous asshole who was lucky as hell to get to fuck such a hot piece of ass. Chester wanted, desperately, to put that lucky fucker in his place, steal his husband, and ensure the man who had everything in his life handed to him on a silver platter was humbled. Bryan was just a stereotypical ‘hot guy’ that likely never had to work for anything because of his good looks. The condescending way in which he greeted Chester with just a hint of disgust. The way he glared at him at the parties when he caught him looking at Jason. The way he walked around like his shit didn’t stink.

Chester wanted him to be a sniveling pervert who never got to touch another hot guy again…just as was Chester’s fate.

Chester, on the other hand, was 5’8”, 56 years old, bald on the top of his head but stubbornly keeping his hair on the sides and back, overweight, and most assumed was merely a weird loner if they registered him at all. To those that did register him, he knew they thought he was a creepy gay pervert.

They weren’t wrong.

They may not have realized the literal piles of porn he accumulated in his apartment or massive number of digital photos and videos of raunchy gay shit on his computer…but he still figured most of the people that met him imagined he was likely a creepy perve. He was, of course. But a 50-something year old virgin had to get his rocks off somehow.

Chester didn’t mind what they thought. He had no family or friends. He had no romantic prospects. And he lacked the social ability to fix any of that. So, most nights, he was doing exactly what he was doing this night: feeling horny as fuck, jerking it like a wild man to his random porn…but in the past few years, he’d added photos and fantasies of Jason, the first man to truly capture his undivided attention in decades, to the constant mix.

“Yeah…beg for my cock, boy. So much better than your pathetic husbands! You want my thick meat. Never need…mmm…never want Bryan…again. Fuck yeah, you want it…fuck! Fuck!! Fuuuuuuck!” Chester moaned as his cock erupted for the second time that evening, so completely horned up after he’d seen Jason in the office to meet up with his husband earlier that day.

He let his cum fly, up onto his large, hairy belly and outwards onto the filthy plastic cover his computer chair rolled over beneath his desk. At this point, his cum had saturated the plastic almost entirely due to the frequency with which Chester jerked off and how infrequently he cleaned up after himself. He knew his apartment reeked…he also knew he, himself, likely had BO. He didn’t care. He went to work, got his simple job done, and came home to order take out, jerk off, and sleep. This was his life.

And as the afterglow of his second orgasm began to wane, Chester felt the all too familiar longing for companionship and shame for how utterly disgusting and perverse he’d become. Those feelings weren’t uncommon for Chester…they merely tended to fade away as his cock woke up again after his refractory period ended and the horniness took over.

“Well, fuck,” Chester grumbled, looking down at his softening small penis, the wetness from his orgasm, “I’m a fucking mess.”

Thoughts of Jason still lingered in his mind. What he’d give to convince him that his husband was worthless and that he, himself, would worship the ground he walked in. But…he was a slob. Pathetic even. Jason would never in a million years even talk to Chester, let alone let him fuck him.

As Chester was about to stand up, planning on relocating in front of his TV nude and feeling worthless until he’d inevitably pass out like most evenings, he heard his computer make a strange beeping noise. Chester had never heard his computer make such a strange, discordant sound. His attention shifted to the screen his porn had been playing on at once. To Chester’s surprise, the screen immediately turned completely black, and one sentence popped up, a kaleidoscope of colors making up the font.

You are, indeed, a fucking mess, Chester Schills.

Chester felt a small amount of cum drip out the tip of his dick as his mouth opened. Left absolutely agape at seeing a response on his computer screen. “What…how…who…?” he asked aloud, unsure if the person typing on his own monitor could hear him.

To answer your questions, you perverted fool: What? We were simply agreeing that you’re a fucking mess. How? We don’t think you need to care about that in the slightest, just be honored we’re here. And who? Just the gift-bearers that are willing to give you the chance to live out those perverted fantasies we know you’ve obsessing over.

As Chester continued to sit, mouth ajar, the picture from his second monitor suddenly popped on the screen. Jason’s sexy face filled his vision again as words appeared beneath the frozen smile.

Handsome guy. We’ve been monitoring your activity on here for a while. You clearly want him.

The photo zoomed out on its own, revealing Bryan with his arm around his husband.

And you clearly want this guy out of the picture. And likely punished for the crime of having the object of your lusts being his. Am I right?

Chester, unable to find the words to respond, felt himself hardening again despite himself. He wasn’t sure why…it just happened naturally. “Umm…yeah…That’s Jason. He’s hot as fuck. I want him…and that lucky piece of shit is…”

Bryan Fields-Mason, formerly Bryan Mason, husband of Jason Fields-Mason formerly Jason Fields…you know, the fact that Jason could have chosen the name ‘Jason Mason’ because of that guy makes us hate him just as much as you. Such a stupid name for such a sexy young man, don’t you agree?

Chester chuckled, relaxing just a bit, yet still more confused than he’d ever been. “Yeah, that’s them. But…why are you even, umm…hacking my computer? Spying on me? What the hell do you want?”

The computer screen went black again. Then:

We haven’t hacked you. We’re not spying on you. We simply are. And who we are is a unified entity who enjoys allowing imaginative men, like yourself, the opportunity to create themselves a win for once by utilizing our power…a power we cannot utilize fully without the aid of mortals.

The protective hesitancy within Chester dissipated as confused interest peaked. “Imaginative men? Creating a win? What the fuck do you even mean?” he responded, feeling slightly insane having a conversation, seemingly, with his own computer.

We merely mean we exist to sow chaos and men like you sow such beautiful chaos. We’re here to make a proposal. One we think you’ll be interested in taking.

“A proposal? What kind of proposal? What could I possibly do for you that you’d want?”

The strange beeping sound returned, sending a chill down Chester’s spine despite somehow knowing this ‘entity’ was merely laughing at his question.

Chester…we’re here to give you the chance to make one wish a day for the next seven days. Impress us with what you’ve done at the end of the final wish, it all stays, and you get a reward. Don’t impress us, everything goes back to as it is now and, well, you’re ours.

Chester stared at the screen. Wishes? Impress him? What the fuck was going on? Chester was at a loss.

Don’t believe us? We can be generous so tell you what. Make a wish. Type it out on here. One you’ll be able to see right now. It’ll be a freebie. But it’s 11:54 now, so you better hurry so you still get your Monday wish before midnight hits and you move onto your Tuesday. Bear in mind, once you make this first free wish, you’re agreeing to our wager.

For a minute or two, Chester just sat there, trying to make heads or tails of what was happening as his sticky cum dried on his belly. Subconsciously, Chester started fiddling with it. He had to be hallucinating…this wasn’t real…so it wouldn’t hurt at all if he just typed…

I wish my apartment was five times bigger, filled with nice furniture and porn and sex toys and a sex dungeon and didn’t cost any more than it already does.

Then we have a deal. Your wish is granted.

Chester gasped as he felt the oxygen seemingly suck itself out of his lungs as the very air around him seemed to expand suddenly, whooshing around him to fill a space that hadn’t been there just one second prior. His eyes couldn’t even make out effectively how quickly everything around him had shifted.

His small living room, which had, before, made up about 75% of his entire apartment, was now four times bigger, leading off into an open large kitchen and dining room. The small hallway that had led to his bedroom and tiny bathroom to his right now had now had multiple doors. A glass door, too, had appeared off his living room, leading out to a large balcony on his fourth story home.

And filling the space were stacks of porno magazines, DVD’s of every porn and porn studio Chester could imagine, and artwork of cocks and nude men plastered his walls. His home had expanded suddenly, and yet was instantly filled with new chairs, tables, electronics, appliances, and, most importantly to Chester, so much physical sexual content he knew he’d never get through it all in his entire lifespan.

The computer sitting just in front of him, too, had quadrupled in size. The two small monitors he’d used were not four separate large monitors attached to surround sound speakers, a gigantic CPU, and a huge webcam on top.

Eye’s wide, the nude man was left in shock. His impulsive wish, one he never imagined would actually come true, had just erupted into reality. His apartment appeared to be huge…he had no doubt there was a sex dungeon in one of the rooms down the hall as well as countless sex toys he’d love to use on eager boys…mostly Jason.

Whatever you wish for each day for the next seven days will come true. Seven wishes used to get what you want, create chaos in the lives around you, and, most importantly, impress us with your creativity by using our powers to the best of your ability. We trust you believe us now?

Speechless, Chester nodded.

11:58

“Oh, fuck!” Chester exclaimed, sure as ever that whatever he typed next, reality would bend to make it real. It was clear he was taking this…entity…for his word. He was committed to making his fantasies a reality. He only had seven more wishes though. But two more minutes for the first one. He knew he wanted Jason. He had to have Jason. He wanted to make Bryan suffer too. But he had to see Jason more. Bryan can come later more fully. He had to have him in person…while also ‘impressing’ this entity with his creativity.

Looking down at the clock, Chester saw the minute hand change. One more minute! Huffing, he placed his hands to the keyboard, and typed as quickly as he could.

I wish Jason Fields-Mason was my hyper-focused, devoted personal assistant at work eager to impress me and that he wanted that career desperately and no one except Bryan Fields-Mason thought it was strange while no matter how I acted or what I did, he would never quit or willingly miss or leave work, nor would anyone else at the office find anything I did in the office as strange or improper other than Bryan and they would all actively defend, obey my commands, and support everything I did and said other than Bryan.

Breathing heavy, Chester typed the period just a few seconds before his clock shifted to midnight.

Fuck, he thought, that’s so fucking rambling and stupid and likely unable to even be deciphered by whoever was granting these wishes when reality itself was able to be bent. But he’d had no time to think about it! And he didn’t even do a thing about Bryan beyond him realizing how weird it was his husband would suddenly be his PA. His cock throbbed knowing Jason would be completely devoted to working for him tomorrow though, distracting him…maybe he could use his Tuesday wish to make it more interesting? And maybe he could play with coworkers now? In his effort to ensure they’d let him treat Jason however he wanted, he kind of made all his coworkers unable to find anything he did as strange…

Rather tame for a first wish, quite frankly. A new PA? Coworkers who can’t deny your commands or consider your behavior anything but normal? I’m afraid you haven’t utilized us in a way that is impressive to any of us quite yet.

But we do like that you are truly taking advantage of the power of conjunctions…the sign of a truly inventive wish-maker. The ‘ands’, ‘buts’, and ‘whiles’ make a wish more powerful and elaborate.

We urge you to remember, however, Chester Schills: you are now playing our game. You must impress us by Sunday at midnight. You get six more wishes. 24 hours to think about your next wish. You’d do well to consider your maneuvers more carefully from here.

Chester’s cock throbbed despite the seemingly threatening tone of the words on the screen…This was real. He had to figure out what this entity would consider impressive…but he also had to have Jason…and punish Bryan…

He sat there, contemplating. He knew he suddenly had unlimited power. This power was intoxicating. And he knew, full well, he would be making sure Jason thought very different things about him. And Bryan, the lucky fuck, deserved to know what if felt like to be the one looking on and feeling that anger and jealousy that ruled Chester’s life. He had that perfect husband, an amazing job, and the societally standard, masculine good looks that ensured he got away with anything. Chester was sure he needed to fuck Jason and fuck with Bryan.

Jason was now his PA. He wasn’t sure if history had changed to make it reality for everyone else, but he knew he still remembered only the life he’d had before this. So, he’d need to assess that tomorrow…in the meantime, though, he needed to affect Bryan…slow and steady…

Looking at the clock and seeing it display 12:05, Chester immediately started to type, hornier than he’d ever been. That horniness screamed at him to make another wish now, despite not truly figuring out what these entities wanted from him.

His throbbing cock practically demanded it. And it was usually the one doing the thinking for the overweight pervert.

I wish Bryan Fields-Mason was no longer able to ever get erect or cum whenever he touches or is touched by another man no matter what he or the other man does.

Leaning back, Chester started stroking his moist, hard cock again, smirking devilishly. Let’s see what it’s like for him to never be able to get a sexual thrill from Jason, let alone any other man, ever again, the nude man thought.

Interesting…24 hours to think about the very fabric of reality being at your fingertips and you spend five minutes to settle in on merely ensuring the object of your obsession’s husband can’t achieve an erection or orgasm when he’s with his husband. We’d thought you’d have Jason between your legs right now. We suppose this will create a bit of a different dynamic between the pair…but…

Chester smirked, knowing he’d truly fucked with Bryan fully while also hoping he’d been ‘impressive’ for his benefactor, “I guess you’ll have to wait and see what I have brewing in my mind for them.”

With a loud groan, Chester orgasmed again after only a few strokes.

We have no doubts you’ll, at the very least, entertain us, you sick pervert…

Chester shifted in his chair, the fresh cum still wet and warm on his hand. He didn’t know who or what this being was, but he knew he needed to figure out a way to go beyond a normal level of corruption for his obsession…or his soul would likely be on the line. As he felt a small amount of dread deep within him, the screen continued typing out the rest of the message.

…but you best impress us or else. Two wishes down and five to go. And as of now…just as a warning…you haven’t changed reality to suit what any of us are looking for. We have faith you’ll try harder with your future wishes.

Chester frowned and felt a shiver go down his spine. The conflicting emotions left him feeling both horny and fearful. Fearful that he’d fulfill all his wildest and most perverted dreams while also disappointing whatever strange demon or genie or wish-granting-computer-program this was and losing it all. But horny knowing tomorrow morning, he’d be having his first ever one-on-one interaction with the man of all his masturbatory dreams.

And Jason would magically be his very own eager-to-please, devoted, personal assistant while Bryan the douchebag wouldn’t have any idea why his soul mate would so drastically shift his career.

The fear was strong, but as Chester grabbed his hardening cock to stroke it yet again thinking of Jason’s smiling face, young fit body, and perfect ass, his horniness won the emotional conflict.

This would be the week my dick will finally be satisfied by that cock tease, he thought as he increased his rhythm on his aching thick yet short three-inch cock.

And, fuck, he couldn’t wait.

Bryan woke up suddenly, slamming his hand down on his screeching alarm clock. He’d always been the type that remembered his dreams, especially when he woke in the middle of them, and the one he’d just been thrust out of was particularly pleasant.

Jason and he had been dancing on top of a giant skyscraper, bright stars and a gorgeous moon above them. He’d been feeling so loved, so held, and lighter than air until they both began floating, Jason slightly more so than him. His love surged in his heart as Jason began being pulled slightly out of reach and with a soft ‘I love you’ whispered into the quiet, pleasant dreamscape as Jason smiled down on him reaching outwards with warmth behind his eyes… Bryan woke up next to the man of his literal dreams.

Jason, too, grumbled slightly as he awoke. Bryan smiled down at him, knowing he had to have been a little disappointed that he had to start getting up as early as him now that he was about to start his sudden career change.

Just two weeks ago, Jason had suddenly decided he needed a different job. He’d been working as a nurse practitioner at a local clinic just a short train ride from their large apartment. Bryan had known that Jason seemed to have loved taking care of his patients and even had quite an impressive work schedule: started every day at 10am, only worked until 5-6 at the latest, and had every weekend and holiday off. He’d known several other colleagues had expressed to Jason that they couldn’t have imagined such a fantastic schedule within the healthcare community.

He’d gushed for years about how wonderful his job was and how perfectly it fit with his husband’s schedule and the goals he’d set for being a caregiver…then suddenly, surprising his employers as well as Bryan, he decided he needed a change and applied to be a personal assistant at the marketing firm where Bryan worked. What’s more, it was as a PA for their mailroom manager, a rather creepy older man named Chester Schills.

Bryan didn’t want to say anything, as much as he loved his husband, but the sudden shift in desire had been a bit surprising. Going from a highly respected, happy nurse practitioner, a licensing and education commitment that Jason had worked years on, to the PA of one of the lowest level managers at a marketing company. To Bryan, it just didn’t seem like the most straight-forward of career changes. Beyond that, he was about to be a personal assistant for a man who, from Bryan’s perspective, had absolutely no need for a personal assistant.

Chester’s job was quite simple: he managed the mailroom, a team of only three other people. The few times Bryan even saw him were when he filled in for his employees as a delivery guy, dropping off random mail to the much busier and higher-powered employees.

But it wasn’t Bryan’s place to judge. He loved Jason and Jason seemed committed to this sudden change, even if most of the financial responsibility of their lifestyle would now likely be on him.

So rather than waking at 8:30 to get to his clinic job at 10, Jason was waking at 5:30 to arrive at the office before his new boss. Bryan didn’t technically have to get to work until 9:00, but he figured he’d join his husband on his first day and get there around 7:00 with him. Going forward, he may just have his partner drive himself and go separately…but for now, he knew he was all about supporting him.

“Gah…so early…” Jason mumbled, “I’m regretting this already.”

Bryan laughed turning to pull his partner in, still slightly sticky with the dried cum from the previous evening in his chest, “Welcome to office life, babe.”

“Grrrr…and I gotta make a good first impression, I suppose. I’m pretty eager to impress my new boss. Not even sure I’ve met Chester. Was he at any of your company parties? Someone you work with frequently?”

Bryan thought hard. He truly didn’t know Chester all that well beyond noticing he tended to stare rather hard at some of the employees…mostly the younger men. Bryan had heard rumors that Chester was gay and that he’d been talked to by HR for having watched porn on his company computer while on the clock and for creeping out some of the other male employees. One of the young mailroom employees who frequently delivered Bryan his mail, Danny, had mentioned offhand that Chester creeped him out, but Bryan didn’t really think much of it beyond normal boss/employee dynamics. Beyond all that, he was a low-level manager who worked in the basement of their office building while he was up quite a few more floors than that, working on getting his corner office.

He supposed there was that one holiday party where he’d noticed the old, portly man staring at Jason and him. But he’d let it go. Someone like that just didn’t really register on his radar, even if he did find him and his husband attractive. He knew Jason and him were solidly committed to one another, and no creepy, low-level manager could affect that.

“Not really, babe. Sorry…but I’m sure he’ll be grateful for your help!” Bryan said, not wanting to alarm his husband that his new boss had a slightly seedy limited history in his mind.

“Well, he better not be a sexy young fella. I wouldn’t want to make my husband jealous,” Jason jested, leaning in for a kiss and reaching for Bryan’s morning wood.

Laughing back, Bryan replied, “Oh, I bet your husband will be green with…”

But Bryan was cut off by the bizarre feeling of his cock instantly deflating when Jason grabbed it. It was like nothing he’d previously experienced. Usually, Jason’s touch would make his cock throb with even more need…but for some reason, this morning, his grower seemed to retreat at the touch.

“What in the…” Bryan pulled the covers off himself, looking down as Jason tried stroking the small soft dick back to hardness. Jason, too, seemed shocked by the response.

“Maybe if I just…” Jason said as he positioned himself under the blankets, taking Bryan’s soft cock in his mouth, and began slurping slightly.

Bryan had never had any issue staying hard, especially with Jason, a man he found sexier than anyone else. This morning, however, nothing seemed to do it. After a few minutes of attempts and several apologies from Bryan, Jason stopped trying to get his husband hard with his mouth. Sitting up next to him, Jason assured, “Don’t worry, babe. You’re probably just stressed because of the meetings today. We’ll resume this tonight. Now let’s go wash off the fun of last night that we slept in.”

Kissing his lover tenderly, Jason got up to go start the shower. Bryan stared down at his soft cock, grabbing it, “What the hell, buddy?”

Stroking it, Bryan’s eyes rolled as his penis responded to his own hand. Letting out a little laugh, “You traitor,” he jested, staring down at the shaft that hardened for himself…but not for the man he wanted to have a quick morning romp with.

Letting it go, Bryan quickly followed his partner, letting his hardness sway. Jumping into the shower with Jason, he winked and gestured down. Jason, smiling and rock-hard himself, kneeled before him, placing the thick tool in his mouth.

Within moments, however, Bryan’s cock softened yet again, despite loving the feel of his husband’s moist tongue lapping at his head.

“What the fuck?!” Bryan shouted as Jason unlatched yet again, “I swear, babe, I want you. I don’t know what my penis is doing!”

Standing back up, Jason just laughed at how serious his husband was taking the situation, “Babe, I know you want me. I’m not upset. Contrary to what you may believe, I didn’t marry you for your cock. Our anniversary is Sunday…just save your horniness for then. But, come on. You gotta admit, this is funny!”

Not necessarily finding it too humorous himself, Bryan agreed, just to get off the subject.

The two of them finished their showering, Jason laughing yet again when Bryan hardened halfway through the shower without either of them even touching him. Afterwards, the two went into usual morning mode, dressing, grabbing breakfast, getting coffee in their thermoses, and headed towards the car to get on the road to work, passing their elderly neighbors Mr. Hung and Mrs. Hung on the way.

They both said their customary greetings to the married pair, who smiled and greeted them back warmly. Bryan knew he was blessed to live in an apartment complex in a very liberal city surrounded by people who viewed his relationship with his husband as perfectly normal. Mr. Hung and his elderly wife were just two of the many who’d made their apartment complex a little family away from home. The kind old couple were almost always sitting in folding chairs just outside of their front door, greeting all their neighbors as they departed with an incredibly warm smile. Everyone just knew they were empathetic, friendly people who deserved to enjoy their well-earned retirement.

About 30 minutes later, the two of them pulled into the car park, parked in Bryan’s reserved spot, and headed to the lobby. Escorting Jason down to the mailroom from there, Bryan situated him in the small break area set aside for the small crew of mailroom staff. He wasn’t too familiar with the mailroom, so he wasn’t sure where Jason would even be while working for Chester. But he figured Jason could at least get started on making coffee and organizing Chester’s desk a bit before his new boss arrived.

Feeling comfortable he’d prepared his husband well for his day ahead, Bryan kissed him and assured him, “You’re going to be amazing, babe. Feel free to come find me for lunch. Can’t wait to hear how your first morning goes!”

Looking a little nervous, Jason stood there for a moment, allowing Bryan to kiss him again. Bryan then reminded his partner how to find him if he needed him and turned to head back towards the elevator to get his day started.

Chester, wide awake and eager to get to work to see the fruition of his wish from last evening, was already in his beat down car driving towards work two hours before he’d usually head out. He wanted to see Jason as soon as possible…and use the power he had over him as his new boss.

While Chester hadn’t been able to sleep much the previous night after the…thing…in his computer had warned him his first two wishes hadn’t met whatever their standards were, he couldn’t help but be excited to see his new sexy PA as quickly as possible regardless. He was determined to think through his next five wishes to ensure he’d impress whatever it was giving him these unimaginable powers, but for now, he merely wanted to see Jason eager to work for him in an, admittedly, shitty job.

Parking haphazardly and sprinting as quickly as his heavier, out of shape frame could take him, Chester ran through the parking garage, then the lobby, and down to the mailroom. Panting, he opened the door to the break room and gasped as he saw the man of his perverted fantasies standing before him.

Jason was fiddling with the crappy coffee machine the company had given them, facing slightly away from Chester. Chester, taking the moment he had, gazed at the huge lump in the back of Jason’s pants. He hardened in his pants instantly seeing the large mounds practically bending reality in the tight khakis that seemed practically skintight due to the strain the fabric was put through. God, Chester thought, that ass is a fucking work of art.

Behind Chester, the door made a small sound as it closed, catching Jason’s attention. Turning quickly, he smiled, “Oh, hello, Mr. Schills! I was just getting coffee ready. Wasn’t sure how you liked it, but figured it being my first day, you’d be willing to be a bit lenient as I’m learning. I gotta say, I’m just so eager to be your PA! Sorry, I’m rambling, I’m a bit nervous.”

He chuckled at the desperation this incredibly attractive, smart, sexy young man had for impressing him already. Smirking at his new PA, he took a moment to fully take in the sexy man before him.

Jason was wearing a snug blue long-sleeve button-up shirt that was tightly hugging his clearly well-defined chest. His pecs weren’t as big as Chester knew his husbands were, but that’s what he preferred: lithe, fit, young, and not overly muscled. A stylish knapsack was strapped around one shoulder and dangling at his opposite side, likely filled with pens, notebooks, and other helpful tools he’d use to fully assist his new boss.

Jason’s smooth face was still lit up in a welcoming smile, his blue eyes sparkling. He’d combed his dark blonde hair professionally to the side. All told, Jason was perfectly dressed for his new office job, styled to the nines to impress Chester, and even from the entrance, the older man could smell the tempting cologne his young new PA had applied.

Realizing he’d been staring at his sexy new employee for much longer than he’d intended, Chester responded confidently, “Oh, you’ll be perfect, I’m sure. Don’t worry, Jason. I’m excited too. You look great. Why don’t you just finish brewing that coffee and then bring me a cup and we’ll talk about expectations.”

Jason smiled, nodded, and turned back to the coffee maker. Chester, barely willing to look away from the sexy man taking commands from him, began to feel a hum within him. His wishes were coming true. Whatever was granting them truly had unlimited power. That meant, based on what he recalled he’d wished, Bryan was the only person with any inkling that Jason suddenly being his PA was odd. Beyond that, he was sure Bryan likely experienced his new ‘problem’ this morning.

Chester giggled to himself as he moved his way into his tiny office, behind his desk, and took his seat. His cock was already fully hardened, and he gave it a quick rub. This was all so hot. He was a fucking mailroom manager with a personal assistant. He was legitimately one of the managers here with the least amount of power. The only people at the company with PAs were the CEO, CFO, CSO, and CMO. The countless other leaders and managers didn’t have one, but Chester Schills, lowly mailroom manager, now had a sexy, young, professional PA. Even he had to admit his job didn’t require an assistant, as easy as it was. But the power of his wish ensured he had a devoted PA eager to please his boss.

Chester had never spoken to Jason previously, so as he rubbed himself, he reviewed the first words he spoke to him. He wondered if Jason thought he was weird. He wondered if Jason thought he was attractive at all. Most of all, Chester imagined the fun he could have with the man of his perviest dreams going forward. He felt a confidence he’d never known. This was all happening because of him. He simply couldn’t wait for his PA to return. The throbbing of his cock only fueled his uncharacteristic tenacity.

A few minutes later, Jason walked in with a steamy mug emblazoned with the company logo, “Here you are, sir. Wasn’t sure how you wanted it, so left it black. Also wasn’t sure if this was your mug or not. Can definitely grab you some sugar or cream or something if you need. Or a different mug. Or a snack. Whatever you want, sir.”

Chester smiled, grabbing the mug from him as he walked around the desk, careful not to spill, “Calm down, young man. This is perfect. Now, why don’t you set up that folding chair and take a seat? We can talk through my expectations.”

Chester’s cock throbbed as Jason smiled and agreed. The studious young man so overly excited to be of service in such a sexy outfit drove him wild. Jason turned and bent over slightly to grab a folding chair that was leaning precariously against a stack of disorganized boxes. Chester’s mouth watered, staring at the globes on display before him.

Before I could even think or plan as to how he was going to handle such a perfect ass within his grasp, Chester took the opportunity to smack the large fleshy right peach in his PAs pants. It was such a bizarre level of courage and spontaneity Chester was truly unaccustomed to. But he knew: Jason ‘would never quit’ no matter what he did. That thrill was overshadowed, however, as a surge of horniness overwhelmed him by finally contacting the firm yet jiggling mounds of flesh he’d fantasized about for so long.

Jason, without missing a beat, turned with a shocked look on his face. The young man took a breath, looked down at his sitting boss, and took a moment to contain his discomfort. Then, after Chester imagined Jason’s mind took all its effort to choose his words carefully, he responded calmly, “Mr. Schills. Please don’t touch me like that. While I’m very eager to do my best in this job, I want to do so professionally. Besides, my husband is vice president of marketing here. I hope you’ll respect him and me while I’m working for you.”

Smiling devilishly, Chester responded, knowing his employee was magically controlled to stay in this job no matter what, “My mistake, Jason. Thought with you walking around being that sexy, you wanted it. I guess I was wrong.”

His face contorting into even more shock, “That is completely inappropriate, Mr. Schills. I will be discussing with HR and my husband, I assure you.”

Feigning concern and attempting to ease Jason’s tension, Chester continued, “Okay, I apologize, Jason. I may have read the room wrong. I’d truly love to move on from this for now. Please take a seat so we can discuss my expectations and, if you still feel offended afterwards, I’ll direct you to your HR representative straight away.”

Taking a deep breath, Jason replied, “Fine. And I won’t change my mind. I may be excited about this new opportunity, but I will not be sexual harassed.”

Keeping his eyes on Chester as Chester followed his gaze, Jason grabbed a folding chair leaning on the wall in the cramped office and placed it as far away from Chester’s desk as he could.

“There, we’re much better now, aren’t we?” Chester calmly stated, “Before we start, why don’t you tell me about your previous job and what interested you in this one.”

Jason, obviously still uncomfortable, responded vaguely, “I was a nurse practitioner at a community health clinic. I guess I just wanted a change. Don’t really have any other reason beyond that. To be honest, I was a bit shocked at my sudden change of heart.”

Chester beamed, knowing exactly what the ‘reason beyond that’ and the ‘sudden change of heart’ was, “What a strange shift in career plans! From nurse practitioner likely making six figures a year to the PA of a low-level manager at your husband’s marketing firm? Where I assume you’re making around, what, 40K a year?”

“I’d imagine you know my pay, sir. And well yes. I’ll acknowledge that what you’re saying is correct, but I’m not here for the money. I just really wanted a different direction in life,” Jason replied with confidence, “If I’m being honest, I loved taking care of my patients and Bryan and I were most definitely very financially set for life, so I’m not entirely sure why I wanted this switch up so much. But I can’t deny I wanted and still do want to be your assistant, even after your inappropriate behavior. I just can’t seem to really properly express why. Rest assured, I’ll be you dream PA if you just give me time to grow.”

Chester smirked, staring at Jason as Jason sat up confidently. He noticed, yet again, how form fitting that button up looked on him…imaging him sitting there shirtless with a bulge forming at his front.

Chester almost moaned, but caught himself, “Of course. No need to explain. The important thing is you’re here now and we can get started with your duties.”

Chester leaned back in his chair, showing off his large belly by placing his hands on it, imagining that Jason demanded he be able to undress him as much as he wanted to undress Jason.

Soon, he thought. But for now, Chester just wanted to exploit how ‘eager’ he’d ensured Jason would be regarding this job with his verbiage during his wordy wish.

Sweeping the thoughts away, “First, coffee every morning. Today I’ll accept this, but six real sugars and splash of cream from now on.”

Chester paused, staring back at Jason who was listening intently while appearing to be slightly distracted, likely still thinking about the butt slap.

Chester warmly smiled again, “Shouldn’t you be taking notes, Jason? I do assume you’re eager to do a good job, correct? I had the impression you wanted this career desperately…”

As if waking up, Jason perked up instantly. He quickly reached into his knapsack and pulled out a notebook and piece of paper. Taking pen to paper enthusiastically, he looked back up at Chester once completely.

“There’s that eagerness I was so sure you had! Read that back now…just to be sure you got it correctly.”

Jason, smiling when he heard his bosses’ praises, repeated, “Coffee: six real sugars and splash of cream every morning.”

“Fantastic work, young man! Now next,” Chester waited for Jason to get into writing position again, now quite obviously eager to please, “You’ll ensure there is enough coffee and various snacks for the mailroom staff. You’ll meet them as they arrive.”

“Noted,” Jason stated, writing down Chester’s next point, “How many are on staff including you and me?”

“Five. Me, you, Esther, Lance, and Danny. You’ll meet them as they arrive. I also expect you to remain chipper, smiling, and excited for my directions. A PA exuding an air of excitement will only impress his boss all the more. I believe you said you wanted that, Jason?”

Jason beamed, flashing a gorgeous pearly white smile, clearly having forgotten the lewd way in which Chester had groped him not five minutes prior, “Of course, sir! I truly do want to impress you! I’ll try to keep a positive mood for the betterment of the office.”

Chester winked, “That’s perfect, Jason. Now, for the time being, however, there’s not a whole lot for you to do. So why don’t you start organizing my office. I have no real direction, just do it as you see fit.”

Standing immediately and smiling at Chester, Jason looked around at where he could begin in the messy, cramped room. He started by unloading a few overly packed shelves next to him. After only about ten minutes of Chester merely leaning back and staring at his sexy new PA so undividedly focused on the menial work he’d assigned him, Chester interrupted, “I’m quite impressed by how eager you are to get back to work…but weren’t you going on about how you wanted to talk to HR about my behavior?”

Chester leered at Jason as he turned around, seemingly shocked at how quickly he’d forgotten about the misconduct.

“Oh…yeah. I, uh, was just eager to impress, I suppose. I still want to let them know, though.”

“Understandable, young man. I support your right to express that to your HR rep. In fact, why don’t I show you to their office.”

Chester, walking with a skip in his step for one the first times in his life, led Jason to the elevator and up to the HR department on the 1st floor of their building. Following a good few feet behind him, Jason followed, with a look of confusion on the handsome young man’s face. Chester was sure his new charge had no idea why he’d so quickly let go of the obvious sexual harassment when reminded how eagerly he wanted to impress his new employer. Chester chuckled to himself, knowing the rest of his wish would ensure what happened next would also be quite disarming for Jason while erotic for himself.

Eventually, Chester led Jason into the large open concept office space and directly to the small cubicle of the HR rep assigned to all the support staff in the building, “Hey, Melissa! Just bringing in the new hire to meet you. You know, let you get any orientation stuff done. I think he also had an issue he wanted to bring up.”

Melissa, looking busy already at only 8:30, looked up from her desk, “Oh, yes, hi Jason. Good to see you. We’ve got some orientation stuff planned for later. Was gonna let you get used to your department first. But, umm,” she said while clearly distractedly moving around documents, “you had an issue?”

Jason looked back to Chester, “Yes, but, um, I think I’m more comfortable not talking while, um, Mr. Schills is present. It’s kind of about him.”

Laughing, Chester waved his hands, remembering his wish: all of his coworkers would feel the need to defend, obey, and support Chester no matter what he said, did, or suggested, “Nonsense. I think you agree, Melissa, it makes much more sense for me to stick by my new hire. I’m sure you agree with me that I should be here even if his complaint is about me.”

Without stopping her document shuffling, “Yeah, that makes sense Chester. Please go ahead. If your manager insists he should be present, gotta agree with him.”

Jason, looking between the two as if he’d lost his mind, “But it’s rather sensitive. This seems rather improper…”

“I assure you,” Melissa stated, still fiddling with her piles of documents, “If Chester says he should be present regarding a meeting with you, this is proper. So go ahead.”

Exasperated, Jason looked back to Chester one last time before taking a seat by Melissa and letting out a sigh, “Fine. When I arrived, Mr. Schills slapped my butt, and it made me very uncomfortable. He also alluded to finding me quite attractive even after I stated I’m happily married. I’m here to discuss options related to filing sexual harassment charges.”

While confessing his concerns, Jason clearly looked completely uncomfortable. He was in the middle of the open office space with several other employees easily able to listen in all while the man he was accusing of misconduct stood directly behind them.

Melissa, still appearing overwhelmed by the work on her desk, responded nonplussed, “And…”

Jason looked shocked, “And? What do you mean ‘and’?”

“I mean what is your concern regarding his behavior? Is there more to the story?”

Jason looked completely baffled, “My boss smacked my butt on my first day and gave me unwanted sexual compliments. Isn’t that something you should take seriously? He made me uncomfortable with clear sexual advancements!”

For the first time since they’d arrived, Melissa stopped and took a moment to gaze at Jason.

“Look, I’m your HR rep. I’m here for your concerns. However, I need your concerns to actually be concerning. It sounds to me as if Mr. Schills was welcoming you to his team. So, you have two options here: you can waste my time regarding an incident that is perfectly reasonable. Or you can show that you are eager to be a good new employee, get back to work, and stop wasting Mr. Schills and my time with completely normal behavior from Mr. Schills.”

Flabbergasted, Jason just stared back. Then, Chester noticed a look of realization on his young new PA’s face as if he knew it was a lost battle and that, indeed, he needed to make a good impression with his new boss if he was meant to keep this job he, somewhat irrationally, wanted desperately.

“Okay…” Jason relented as he stood back up.

Smiling, Chester reached out and smacked Jason’s huge cheek again, gave it a squeeze, and seductively said while holding it possessively, “Well, let’s get back to your training, Sweet Cheeks. I’m relatively sure you’ll be able to focus more on being my ideal PA from here on out. And I bet the full team has arrived by now!”

Jason’s face twisted into one of disgust but agreed with his boss while the lecherous hand lingered on his butt.

“You two take your time, but make sure to have him back here by 11. He’s got training,” Melissa commanded, looking up from her chaotic desk one last time, eyes lingering on Chester groping his new employee’s ass and smiling genuinely, “And do enjoy your first morning, Mr. Fields-Mason.”

Jason gave an uncomfortable smile as Chester’s cock throbbed; his mind filled with fun ideas of what he can get away with now knowing everyone he worked with wouldn’t think twice of anything he did, anything he commanded, or anything perverted he decided to do right in front of them. He gave his bulge a couple obvious rubs as Melissa looked over at him, silently encouraging him to take his employee back under his care.

Chester’s mind went wild with possibilities…maybe this didn’t have to only be about the man he’d been obsessed with for so long. Maybe he could stretch the boundaries of appropriate behavior in the workplace. In a flash, he thought of toying with the two straight men down in the mailroom…having fun with his boss, Mr. Perez…sauntering into the CEO’s office and making sweeping changes to office dress codes and expectations of attitudes…

But first, he had to get his boy back down to the mailroom.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get back to work. We can’t just stand around while I fantasize about you sucking me off all day.”

Chester smirked as Jason looked back at Melissa with a dumbstruck look on his face showing he knew she had to have heard what he’d just said. Seeing she wasn’t reacting despite there being no way in which she hadn’t heard what his boss had just said to him, Jason turned back to Chester.

“Okay, sir. I suppose we should get back to work,” Jason resolutely responded, standing up straight. Chester knew he was putting on a brave face, as eager as he’d made him to do well in this job. He figured he had to have come to terms with the fact that to be his PA, he just would have to accept that he’d be harassed and groped. An idea for his next wish crossed his mind as he continued squeezing the perky ass cheek while the two walked back to Chester’s office.

“He’s been doing what?! And HR said what?!” Bryan exclaimed, slamming his food back down on his plate. The two of them had walked across the street to grab lunch together on their break before preparing to head back to work.

Jason had just relayed how his morning went and Bryan was shocked to hear how he’d been harassed by his boss from the moment he’d arrived. He was even more surprised that HR seemed to deem it all appropriate.

“You’re sure he brought you to Melissa? She’s, like, the hardest worker we’ve got in HR. She takes harassment, especially sexual harassment, incredibly seriously. In fact, we all do. I’m not entirely sure why she would have just let you go with anyone you’d accused regardless of the situation…she’s literally required to take all accusations seriously! And he groped you in front of her? And said that he was fantasizing about you blowing him?!”

Jason shrugged, “I don’t know what to say, babe. And, honestly, I don’t want you to make a big deal. It’s not the most comfortable situation I’ve been in, but I really really want to succeed in this job.”

Bryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “Jason, no! You can’t be groped and fondled by your boss all day. That is not appropriate…not for any job!”

“Seriously, babe. Please don’t make this any bigger than it needs to be. I’ll get through today and hopefully, as I show how good I am at my job, Mr. Schills will realize I’m an asset and he’ll respect me. Please, I want this job badly. Besides, I met the other mailroom clerks and Danny and Lance seem really cool…even if they also don’t seem to mind Mr. Schills touching me and saying vulgar things about me in front of them.”

Bryan had no clue what to say. He loved his husband dearly and wanted to respect his wishes, but this was beyond the pale. No job was worth debasing yourself and allowing someone to grope you…what had gotten into his husband?!

“Jase. I want to respect that and while I’m not entirely sure why you’re so excited about this job, I do want to support you because I love you dearly. But I’m not only upset because you’re being abused. I’m upset because you’re my husband and some creepy older guy, who is also your boss, is touching you against your wishes. That is not appropriate!”

Jason sighed, “Look, Bry. I agree. It’s not ideal. And Mr. Schills is pretty gross. But it’s just the price I have to pay for a little while to ensure I do well in this job. I don’t want him groping me or talking to me the way he is any more than you do, but I don’t want to make waves on my first day. Tell you what, if it continues tomorrow, we can do more. But please, let it go for today. Let Mr. Schills get it out of his system.”

While Bryan didn’t like it, he reluctantly agreed to Jason’s request. But that didn’t mean he was just going to completely ignore everything.

They finished their meal, Jason excitedly talking about how Danny seemed like a really great guy, that Lance and him had bonded over a shared interest in video games, and what he planned to do the rest of the day to organize the mailroom while he’d do his best to stay clear of Chester as best he could. Through it all, Bryan tried to smile and pretend that it all seemed normal. But everything that had happened involving his husband recently just felt bizarre.

He suddenly left a career he’d gone to college for years to achieve, had a job he took a lot of pride in and, and announced he was going to apply to be a personal assistant, all without anything indicating he wasn’t happy being a nurse practitioner. And now, he was willing to put up with a creepy old pervert grabbing his body without permission and talking about him like a sex object in order to stay in a job that paid considerably less without nearly as much prestige.

If he didn’t love his partner so unconditionally, he’d have him committed to a psych ward instantly.

After finishing their lunch, they walked back to the office hand in hand, Jason leaning in to kiss his husband tenderly as they entered the lobby.

“Love you, babe. Please don’t worry about me. It’s nothing I can’t put up with and I’ll survive. I’ll meet you back here at 5:30.”

Bryan agreed, feigning a supportive smile as he watched his love head off to the stairs. He, in turn, went up the elevator one floor and walked right up to Melissa Evers, the HR representative that Jason had told him about.

“Hey, Melissa!” Bryan greeted with a friendly wave and a smile.

“Oh, hey there Mr. Fields-Mason! What brings you into this neck of the woods?” she responded kindly, finishing zipping her lunchbox she clearly had just finished using.

“Oh, you know. Just had lunch with the husband. He mentioned he had a visit with you this morning with his new boss? Was just wondering if everything was okay?”

Melissa laughed briefly, “Now there’s a good husband; looking after your man. While I’m sure you understand it’s not necessarily my place to discuss issues involving our employees, I assure you there was nothing requiring any kind of follow-up or concern from anyone else, including you.”

Bryan scoffed politely, “Yes, yes. I know. But I’m afraid as someone who is a face of the organization, I’m a bit concerned about what I heard. I’m sure you understand that.”

Staring back, clearly bewildered, “No, Mr. Fields-Mason. I assure you, I’m not sure what you’re insinuating. You know I take any accusations of harassment quite seriously. I’d never put this company in any legally gray area.”

“Then I’m sure you actually can understand what I’m saying. According to my husband, his boss was grabbing him in a sexual way. And apparently that happened right in front of you while he mentioned something about my husband giving him oral sex. And then you let him go back to work with the person he accused…where he just informed me he continued to grab his ass and took every opportunity to make him uncomfortable with his advances. So, forgive my heated demeanor but it does appear you are, in fact, putting us in a legally gray area.”

Gone were the polite platitudes and casual comfort the two had shared when Bryan approached. There was only a silence as Melissa stared at Bryan who, by design, was using his power at the company to pressure some kind of response.

Finally, she broke the silence, “Mr. Fields-Mason. Everything you just stated is perfectly reasonable, legal, and normal behavior by your husband’s manager. Chester Schills has not done anything that isn’t abnormal for him and certainly nothing that would raise any suspicions or alarms for me as your husband’s HR representative. There is no concern regarding that behavior. However, the implication I’m receiving is that you’re attempting to use your power in this company to pressure an HR representative to improperly punish a lower-level manager that you may have issues with. That is what is concerning here. Not Chester Schills. Not your husband. You. So unless you wish to discuss this further with the VP of HR, I think we ought to end this conversation here.”

With that, Melissa turned away from Bryan and began putting her lunchbox back into her bag.

Bryan couldn’t believe what was happening. Had everyone gone mad?! This was insane!

Without any other options, he decided then that he’d go try to get back to his job. He did have one more important meeting with clients he had to do before he left for the day. He assured himself that if he still felt this uneasy, he’d go down to the mailroom and talk with Chester Schills himself.

And so, Bryan left HR without another word, feeling slightly defeated as Melissa gave him the cold shoulder. But he focused on his meeting, which was only about one hour away.

Bryan met with his team, ran through their goals, and prepped properly for the meeting, all the while how Jason was likely being treated lingered in the back of his mind. But he powered through.

The pitch meeting, too, went without a hitch. The clients signed on, giving the company yet another high-powered contract that all but assured Bryan was getting a promotion within the week.

Bryan had even received a direct kudos from the CEO and thought about mentioning the issue he had with Melissa and the situation Jason found himself in but decided against it. He’d promised Jason he’d try to let it go for today. He’d already gone against that request when he spoke with Melissa. So he tried to let it go.

It wasn’t until around four that he decided he couldn’t distract himself any longer. He’d nailed the pitch, he’d secured the contract, and all he really had left to distract himself with was minor paperwork he could do in his sleep.

So Bryan made his way down the mailroom. He justified it as a check-in on his loved one on his first day. As he entered, he gave a pleasant hello to Danny, the young mail clerk that delivered his mail daily. He also had pleasantries with the other two mail clerks who he hadn’t taken the time to speak with quite as much as Danny, despite the older woman having been here much longer than the youthful young man. The other clerk, Lance, seemed to have made a positive impact on Jason, however, so Bryan gave him a warm smile, expecting a friendship between his husband and the man to bloom.

Walking by them, he went towards Chester’s office at the end of the mailroom, seeing Jason bending over a box of documents sitting on a folding chair, working diligently so not noticing him approach.

Then, from inside the office, “That ass is really quite fuckable, you know,” Bryan heard a gruff, old voice say from inside the room, “I’d love the chance to fuck it. Shame you’ve got it covered up.”

Rage burning deep within him, Bryan burst into the room as Jason’s face turned a crimson red, likely both from the distasteful words from Chester and his husband having overheard them.

“Mr. Schills, that is entirely inappropriate! You do not speak to my husband that way, let alone your employees!”

For his part, Chester appeared to beam rather than shrivel up at the sudden intrusion of his PA’s husband.

“Whatever do you mean, Bryan? I have absolutely no idea what could have been so offensive?”

Dumbfounded yet again, “Are you kidding me? You sick pervert! You can’t tell an employee you want to fuck them. I’m sorry, but Jason, you cannot actually want to work in a place where you’re spoken to so disrespectfully.”

Bryan grabbed his husband’s hand and pulled him out of the office as Jason apologized quickly to Chester, shocking Bryan into stopping having expected his husband to agree. Flabbergasted, he looked over at the shocked faces of the three mail-room clerks staring at him for support.

Receiving none, Bryan looked back to his red-faced husband.

Pulling his hand out of Bryan’s grasp and muttering angrily, Jason said, “Bryan, stop it! I told you not to do this!”

Chester followed closely, leaning on the doorframe of his office, still smirking a disgusting smile that Bryan wanted to punch desperately as he looked back at his protesting husband.

“Yeah, Bryan! Jason doesn’t mind. And besides, I don’t think anyone agrees with you that any of this was inappropriate. Right Esther? Lance? Danny? You all heard what I said to Sweet Cheeks here, didn’t you?”

The old woman spoke up first, a deep voice stating, “Not sure what the fuss is about. Mr. Schills has just been training Jason.”

Lance nodded as Danny agreed, “Yeah, Bryan…err…Mr. Fields-Mason. I’m not sure what you’re concerned about.”

Bryan stared at Jason, feeling betrayed and, in an effort to convince him of his strange reaction, reached for his hands. As Jason slapped his empathetic hand away, he looked around again, trying to see if this was all some kind of sick joke. How could all these people think this behavior was appropriate?!

An uncomfortable silence fell on the room as Jason looked at his husband, clearly both upset with him while embarrassed about the display occurring in front of his new boss and coworkers.

Finally, Chester let out a little chuckle, “Look, it seems like Bryan is upset for some strange reason. I think it might be best to call it a day a little early. Jason, feel free to head home so you two can patch things up. We can resume your training tomorrow.”

Jason turned from his husband quickly and looked pleadingly at Chester, “Mr. Schills, you seriously don’t have to do that. I’m devoted to making sure you get me trained to be your best PA. I even told Bryan not to make a big deal because I want to succeed here. Please don’t send me home unless you really mean it. We’ve still got about another hour of work I’m more than willing to do!”

Glancing over at Bryan who was standing by the exit awkwardly, Chester stepped forward and placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder, causing a rage to burn deep in Bryan. This pervert shouldn’t be touching my husband, he raged inwardly.

“Don’t worry, Jason. You’re doing an amazing job. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow. I think we’ll come back rested, refreshed, and I’m sure all of us, including you, will be in a better headspace.”

Bryan watched as Jason let out a sigh, “Thanks, sir. I promise I’ll come back eager and ready. I’ll talk to Bryan. Again, I’m so sorry.”

With that, Jason turned back towards his husband, some disappointment on his face as he walked by him and out into the hallway. Bryan could tell Jason was upset that his husband was incredibly upset with him for being sent home early because of his own reaction.

But of course he reacted that way! Jason’s boss had literally told him his ass was fuckable! How could all these people think these things were appropriate?! How could his own husband tolerate being spoken to like that just for this stupid job?!

Bryan took another opportunity to glare at Chester as the fat, older man smiled back at him and waved. Frustrated, he turned and followed his husband out, up the stairs, and out to their car.

“I can’t believe you did that after what we talked about at lunch. I made it clear how important this job was, Bryan,” Jason fumed as soon as Bryan got into the driver’s seat.

“Jason! I’m not going to let some skeezeball creep hit on you, grope you, and tell you you’re freaking ass is fuckable! I’m your husband! What did you expect me to do? Just let him treat you like crap?!”

Jason huffed, “Like I said, it was a temporary thing until I earned his trust and he knew I did the work correctly. I asked for one day, Bryan. One day. And you couldn’t respect me or my dreams enough for that. I know that it’s uncomfortable and believe me, I don’t like it either. But I’m devoted to making this job work. And you just made my first day such a bad first impression.”

Bryan tried the rest of the drive home to explain himself as Jason sat in silence, angrily staring out his passenger window.

Arriving home, Jason quickly exited their car and slammed his door, hurrying ahead. Bryan, now feeling both angry and exhausted with how insane everyone seemed to be, ran after him.

“Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hung,” Jason stated as he passed by their smiling elderly neighbors quickly, “Didn’t have a great day at work,” and he hurried passed the two as they tried to make their greetings.

As Bryan approached, the two looked at him with concern in their eyes.

“Oh dear me, I certainly hope whatever happened to Jason isn’t too serious,” Mrs. Hung stated kindly as Bryan approached them.

“Don’t worry, Mam. I’ll make sure he feels better.”

Mr. Hung let out a chuckle, “The duties of the husband. You’ve always gotta make sure your special one stays happy.”

Smiling back, Bryan said his goodbyes as Mr. Hung and Mrs. Hung grabbed one another’s hands lovingly.

Bryan eased his way into the apartment, feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs. He truly didn’t want to upset his partner…but why would his partner be this upset that he wasn’t going to allow some overweight, ugly, low-level management pervert to harass and grope him?!

Bryan tried to approach his husband and explain again, but Jason just gave him the silent treatment. After about fifteen minutes of attempting to explain again, Bryan gave up, slumping in his favorite armchair, feeling confused and angry with everyone who seemed out of their minds today…including his formerly successful nurse practitioner husband who, for some reason, seemed okay with being demoted and demeaned for a stupid job.

Back at the office, Chester was feeling fabulous. He knew he was getting under Bryan’s skin while also getting the first opportunity of his life to actually touch and speak to the man of his dreams.

After finishing up his shift with an uncharacteristic jovial disposition, Chester said goodbye to his staff and strolled back to his car, eager to get back home and make tomorrow an even more interesting day. Chester was already sure what he wanted after his gropes, squeezes, and dirty talk. Jason was too fucking sexy to only have passing touches and comments. Chester had a taste…he needed so much more.

Practically barreling into the huge apartment he still wasn’t quite accustomed to, Chester dove towards his computer. Smiling, he saw the monitor blacken and words appear instantly.

You seem quite satisfied with your first two wishes. Though, it seemed you didn’t take part of your original wish to it’s logical result: you created a reality in which you can do whatever you want at work to whoever you want while telling everyone at your work what they should do and believe. You seemed hyper-focused on Jason Fields-Mason and not the chaos you could create in the lives of all your coworkers.

Regardless, you have several more days of fun with that wish. Did you already have in mind what you want from us for tomorrow? Bear in mind, you’ve yet to impress us and you still have several hours to contemplate.

“Oh fuck, yeah. I was thinking I could push some more buttons after messing with that bitch, Melissa. Fuck, I’ll do something with my boss tomorrow…but yeah, damn right I know what I want with my next wish!

“But good God, I can’t get over how great today was! Today was a fucking blast. Getting to touch that hot piece of ass. Tomorrow’s going to be even better and if you’re as fucked up as you seem to be, I feel relatively sure you’ll be satisfied with this one,” Chester announced, pulling up his favorite picture of Jason and instantly masturbating to the man he knew he’d become much more intimately familiar with tomorrow.

The evening passed slowly for Chester, who ordered food and only stopped stroking himself when he was taking bites. After what felt like days, the clock struck midnight and without a moment’s hesitation, Chester began typing what he’d been planning most of the day.

I wish Jason Fields-Mason always only wore sexy, revealing, slutty clothes to work and no one thought it was abnormal including Jason and that every single man older than 18 that was talking to him would instantly be turned on by him and would sexually harass, grope, fondle his ass and genitals, call him demeaning names, treat him like a slut, and belittle him without finding it strange which Jason allows, enjoys, and turns him on more than anything else ever has all while Jason thought it was completely normal that he adores being covered in his own cum while being treated like a complete slut and Bryan Fields-Mason is the only person that isn’t affected by all of this.

Leaning back in his chair, Chester smiled, rubbing the now perpetual lump in his pants.

“That more to your liking?” Chester asked.

Quite. So many conjunctions again. Complex, yet hyper-focused carnal desire while also causing dismay to his husband. One of us is satiated and impressed. The rest are still awaiting your remaining wishes. But yes, you certainly are entertaining us all regardless. We are eager to see the results…but more eager for you to satiate us all, Chester Schills.

Pulling his cock out and fantasizing about what a slutty-dressed Jason who gets off on being groped and objectified would be like tomorrow, Chester started jerking instantly, “Believe me, I’m even more eager to try to satiate you than you are!”

 As the night dragged on slightly past midnight, Chester continued to feel the sexual thrill of imagining what would happen the next day while, across town, Jason and Bryan continued to feel disjointed with all the disagreements they’d had that day. They’d spent the evening in their apartment, barely speaking throughout the night. Through dinner, they were silent. When the time came for their usual cuddle session on the couch with their shows, Jason excused himself to the bedroom to read while Bryan distractedly attempted to watch them.

But now, lying in the bed they shared, they couldn’t really ignore one another, especially since they long ago agreed to never fall asleep upset with one another. They’d been discussing the last few hours as respectfully as each of them could and, as Bryan saw the clock on their bedstand shift to 12:02 am, he was sure they were close to a resolution and a shortened night’s sleep.

“I know that this means a lot to you. I hear you when you say that. But you have to admit, Jace, it’s rather odd that you suddenly seemed to forget your NP license you worked so hard for and the love you had for your patients and are suddenly hyper-focused on being a low-power personal assistant for a man who, honestly, doesn’t even need one because his job is kind of simple. It all just strikes me as very odd…respectfully.”

“I understand what you’re saying. I honestly do. However, it’s not for you to decide what is and isn’t odd in my life. You’re my husband and I love you but if you love me, you have to accept that my goals shifted. I want…no I need to succeed in this job. You don’t have to comprehend why it’s so important to me. You don’t have to understand why I’d put up with what I’m putting up with. You just have to love and support me. I’d have hoped our relationship was built strong enough for you to understand that!”

Bryan sighed. He knew his partner was right. He didn’t have to understand the sudden shifts…he just had to support it. That was his duty as a man who unconditionally loved him. It was bizarre and he couldn’t quite explain it, but he would stand by Jason.

“Okay, I give in. I apologize and I’ll try to be more supportive. I’ll turn a blind eye…for a while. Please understand that it makes me uncomfortable and that I love you fully, so I can’t let you put yourself through that for much longer. Deal?”

Jason smiled warmly, “Deal. I know you love me. And I love you. Unconditionally. It’s not very fun going through this, but knowing you’re going to be in my corner makes it worth it. I promise you, I won’t let him grope me…hmmm…or harass me…for…um…much longer.”

Bryan looked over at his partner, seeing that he was no longer smiling at him, but looking down at his own crotch, which Bryan could see was bulging out beneath the covers. A smirk formed instantly, “Glad to see you’re still horny for your hubby even after our stupid fight. Happy to let it go for now. Besides, you’re too sexy to disagree with anyway,” Bryan said, leaning onto his side to face his love, “But you have to agree that being groped and fondled and harassed is my job.”

Jason looked shocked at what Bryan said, turning his face towards him and shifting onto his side too, horny redness spreading on his face with a devious smile plastered on. Glancing down, Bryan could see Jason pushing down the covers and wiggling out of the tight briefs he’d been wearing, his cock already rock hard, “Oh, does my husband want to grope me? Does he want to harass me? But what if the idea of that turns me on…what would my husband do then?”

His own cock hardening looking at his husband, Bryan continued with a smirk and flourish of the covers uncovering his hairy, muscular chest, “You little freak. You really want to play a little dirtier than normal tonight?”

Bryan started stroking his long meat as he pulled off his own underwear, releasing his perfectly straight 8 inches. Not breaking eye contact with his husband, he lightly rubbed his sensitive cock head as Jason started masturbating his own cock, “Of course I want you to. It sounds really hot. Like…I want you to belittle me while you grab me…mmm,” Jason said, his cock leaking as he stroked it, “Really harass me, babe.”

Bryan, not quite used to this kind of play as Jason was usually much more into the tender lovemaking they’d had the previous night, couldn’t help but feel horny at the sight and sound of his clearly horny husband.

“Okay, you dirty boy. You want me to feel you up?” Bryan asked, not waiting for a response and reaching over towards his husband’s sagging testicles.

And then, just like earlier that morning, the moment Bryan felt his husband’s furry balls, his cock instantly deflated. He stared down at the appendage that was betraying him, still feeling the horniness deep within him, but suddenly seemingly unable to stay hard.

“What in the fuck is going on?” Bryan stated, looking down at his cock as he rolled onto his back away from Jason, releasing his grip on his husband’s undercarriage.

“Your little slut is feeling himself up, that’s what’s going on,” Jason replied while repositioning onto his own back as well, eyes closed and stroking himself even faster, “Why’d you stop groping me? Don’t let your slut cum without you feeling him up…mmmm…come on babe…harass me and fondle me however you want.”

Bryan, still distracted slightly, felt a little better as his cock re-hardened while he stared at it. Feeling that relief, he registered what Jason was asking, turning back towards the horned-up man beside him, “Babe, you’re really getting into this. You sure you want me to? This is so unlike you…unlike us. Don’t you usually just want me to, like, kiss you and call you handsome and stuff? This is kinda wild.”

Jason, bucking into his own hand, “Oh Bry, yeah. Please. It seems like it’d be so hot. Call me a dirty whore while you completely molest my butt and genitals. Really treat me like a piece of meat. God, even the thought of it turns me on so much. Please babe! I need you to!”

Bryan was completely taken aback. His partner had been so angry and upset that he’d defended him when he was being harassed and groped was now saying those acts were turning him on. Granted, Bryan realized, at least it was him here with his husband and not creepy Chester. If he played along here, it wasn’t necessarily wrong. And at least it seemed as though Jason was enjoying this and not mad at him anymore. Maybe he could do a little roleplay, even if it wasn’t something they’d ever really done.

“Come on Bryan, debase me. Please…mmm fuck, thinking about you treating me like a slut is turning me on so much!” Jason begged.

Relenting slightly but still a little reserved at the strange behavior, Bryan started, albeit hesitantly, “You want me to treat you like a slut, babe?”

“No, don’t call me babe…please…call me a slut…whore…cock-sucker…faggot…treat me like trash. Oh God, call me a cum dumpster. That one sounds the most degrading. Fuck…please. God, it’d be so hot. Please, Bry! Please grope me now!”

Bryan stopped, cock softening as Jason’s masturbation became even more deranged, humping his own hand as he completely drenched his fingers in pre-cum. He was wildly thrashing with his eyes slammed shut, clearly lost in a fantasy that Bryan knew would likely made him uncomfortable as hell if it was reality. His husband was acting like an absolutely horned out of his mind pervert. It was nothing like Jason had ever done before. Nothing about it was attractive to Bryan, who loved his husband for his calm, cool, collected demeanor. Not this insane, horny stranger.

“Jase…”

“Please Bryan! Please! Call me a cum-dumpster! Grab my privates! Please! God it’s so hot! I’ve never been more turned on by anything in my life!”

Bryan, lost in the concern for his husband, was flabbergasted, “Jase…this is making me uncomfortable.”

“Please! Call me a cum-dumpster! I want it so bad! I want it! So turned on! Grope me! Grab me! Call me a fucking cum-dumpster, Bry! Call me a fucking cum-dumpster!”

Losing it, Bryan relented quite suddenly as he shouted while his hand moved pretty much of it’s own accord and grabbed the tight ball sack beneath the cock his husband was furiously stroking, “Fine! You’re a cum-dumpster!”

“Hnnnggggghhaaaahh!!!” Jason bellowed as his cock erupted, huge wads of his seed splashing onto his hairless face, chest, and crotch. One splotch, two splotch, three, four, five blasted from the head of his husbands 5 inches in gigantic quantities. There was more cum than Bryan thought he’d ever seen. His husband had never come close to orgasming that much before. Pump after pump absolutely covered the lithe, sexy young man’s body. Bryan sat there, hand getting drenched too while still attached to the balls that were churning chaotically.

After what felt like five minutes of Jason spewing an insane amount of spunk which was more likely only about ten seconds, Jason was left panting, “God damn, babe. That was hot.”

Bryan, letting go of his husband balls, stood without a word and went to their bathroom, grabbed a towel to wipe his wet hand and took it back to their bed to give Jason the chance to clean himself too.

“Thanks, babe. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever been that horny. So much of a mess! I didn’t even know I could make that much!” Jason laughed as if everything that had just happened was perfectly normal behavior for him.

“Jase…that was…that was, um…”

“Hot, I know. God, I don’t think anything has ever turned me on more than that fantasy.”

“No, babe. It was weird. It made me really uncomfortable and I didn’t even, like, do anything with you.”

Bryan stood there as Jason continued toweling up the massive amount of cum from his body, “I don’t think it was that weird. We’re partners enjoying a sexy fantasy. And you were great! You groped me and called me a cum dumpster…mmm…I better not say that too much, I’ll get turned on again!”

Bryan just stared back at his husband, who’s cock was already hardening again by just saying the demeaning name to himself.

Jason, still wiping, froze as he noticed his husband’s confused gaze, “Are you upset that you didn’t get off? Is that what’s weirding you out?”

Bryan looked down at his soft cock, no longer even remembering how it had deflated when he touched his partner, but feeling decidedly not turned on by the debasing way in which his husband had wanted to be treated.

“I guess that, um, just wasn’t my kind of thing. Didn’t think it was yours either.”

Finishing wiping himself by sliding the towel down his surprisingly already re-hardened cock, Jason threw the towel across the room into their laundry bin, “Well, I guess it’s the first time I’ve done it but I don’t think it’s strange that I enjoyed a little fantasy.”

Bryan stood there for a moment before walking around the bed and taking his spot.

Without a moment’s hesitation or consideration that anything was amiss, Jason leaned over and gave Bryan a good night kiss, “Night, babe. Thanks for apologizing and for helping with that fantasy. I’m spent and ready for tomorrow. Sorry you didn’t get off, but tomorrow night, okay?”

And without a response, Jason turned around, pulled the covers over his shoulder, and appeared to try to fall asleep.

Bryan, on the other hand, sat there nearly all night, worried about all the very sudden changes the love of his life was going through and wondering what he can do to accept the strange behavior and stand by his man.

Nightmares kept Bryan waking over and over during the night, most often erasing from his mind the instant he woke up. The only fuzzy part of each nightmare he could recall was seeing Jason…but knowing it wasn’t actually Jason. He’d lurched awake four times, knowing he’d just dreamt about his soul mate being someone else.

But then, after the fifth nightmare, Bryan awoke suddenly, vividly remembering this last nightmare. Jason had been standing in front of him, saying how much he loved him. Then, suddenly, he started to scream out for help. Bryan tried to run towards him but he couldn’t seem to get close. He picked up his speed, but Jason remained the same amount of space before him…and then he noticed that his husband seemed to have strings attached to him in different parts of his body. He wasn’t wooden…he wasn’t a puppet…it was his husbands normal, sexy, nude, fleshy body with strings being pulled at from unseen forces above them.

He vividly recalled one attached to the top of his head, making it nod inhumanly. A second was on his mouth, being pulled up and down repeatedly while making each scream for help more unsettling. Four more were attached to each of his limbs as he was forced to creepily dance in place while Bryan tried to reach him.

And one last string was attached to his husband’s penis…making it flail around in ways no penis could feasibly do in reality. Bryan was forced back into the waking world when, quite suddenly the screams for help shifted into ‘Call me a cum dumpster! Call me a cum dumpster! Call me a cum dumpster!’ on repeat. Bryan stopped running then, seeing the chaos behind his husband’s eyes as his head still rolled, lips still parted intensely over and over, limbs still danced, and penis began twirling in a windmill like fashion. Then, startling Bryan completely, the penis being controlled by a single string lurched forward, detached itself from his husband’s body, and dived directly towards Bryan’s face. He could vividly make out the veiny shaft he’d always so loved pleasing as it turned into an eyeless fanged monster snarling as it got closer and closer and closer until…

Sitting up back in his bed suddenly, just as the penile monster reached him, Bryan felt sweat drenching his entire body. Looking over, he saw his comfortably sleeping husband breath heavily, a small snore coming from him. Sighing, Bryan decided he’d had all the sleep he’d be able to muster and rolled out of bed, leaving his peacefully snoozing husband. Their alarm was still about thirty minutes from going off and Bryan knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after that disturbing dream.

Today was a new day, Bryan thought despite feeling haunted by his nightmare. He had to put his best foot forward for his husband. A nightmare wasn’t reality. So Bryan tried to shake off his nerves, showered, got dressed in one of his suits, started up the coffee and breakfast, and hoped that Jason would wake up behaving how he’d been for the years Bryan had known him.

Bryan did have to talk himself off a few ledges of anxiety around his partner losing his mind or experiencing some kind of quarter life crisis but decided to focus on the promise he’d made last night. He’d try to let things go. He’d try to support his husband. Even if his husband was behaving like a mad man…

Reminding himself to breathe, Bryan focused on his normal morning routine, finding comfort in it.

As he was frying the bacon and sipping on his coffee, he heard their alarm go off, followed quickly by the shower starting. Bryan shouted a good morning to his husband and heard a groggy response. Smiling, Bryan took another moment to remind himself that Jason was his soul mate…there was nothing that could ruin the love they had for one another.

Only about ten minutes later, Bryan was feeling so much more comfortable as he sat at their table, chewing on a piece of toast, reading a news article on his smartphone. He heard a much more awake and jovial, “Morning, babe” from the end of the hallway leading into their kitchen. Looking up, Bryan choked on his mouthful of chewed buttered toast.

Between coughs, Bryan tried to speak as Jason walked into the room and over to Bryan, touching his shoulder and asking if he was okay.

Finally, Bryan spat out while still coughing slightly, “What…the…hell…are you…wearing?!”

Jason looked down at himself as Bryan, still spasming a bit from his choking spell, absorbed the bizarre and inappropriate clothing he’d put on. Jason was wearing a tight, white sleeveless shirt that was ripped at the bottom, leaving his belly button exposed. Below that was a tight pair of cutoff jeans barely concealing his butt or privates. The frayed ends of the legs were cut so low, Bryan could see small bits of the tight pink underwear he was wearing. A small amount of his scrotum seemed to even be poking out the right side.

Looking back up after scoping out his clothes, Jason replied calmly, “What do you mean, babe?”

“Jason! You’re dressed like…like…like a street hooker or something!” Bryan bellowed.

“Oh you think so!? Well, that’s kind of what I’m going for a guess? I figured I should change up my style for work a bit. I want to look a bit like a slut. Do you think I nailed it?” Jason said proudly as he stepped back and did a small turn so Bryan could take it all in.

Bryan, beyond dumbfounded yet again, stood up from his chair and walked to his husband, grabbed his shoulders to stop his spinning, “Seriously, Jason. I feel like you’re having a mental breakdown. Yesterday, you were nonchalant about men groping and harassing you because you wanted that stupid job so bad. Last night, you literally begged me to call you a freaking cum-dumpster, a term I hadn’t ever even thought of. And now you’re dressing like a tramp…and I know that your creepy boss is going to be groping you even more. You won’t be able to control him with you showing this much skin! I thought we agreed we would put up with a bit of bad behavior from him for a short amount of time. If you show up to work like this, you’re telling him you want it. Besides that, HR would never allow you to break dress code this badly. Jason…you need to change now.”

Jason paused as his face turned red, “Oh my God, Bry…Do you really think he’ll grope me?”

Bryan took a few steps back, dumbfounded that after all he’d just said, the only part Jason seemed to focus on was the fact that Chester would likely grope him again. Flabbergasted, his eyes were drawn downward to a large bulge appearing in his husband’s pants. His husband was getting turned on by the thought of his fat, perverted, ugly boss groping him. It couldn’t just be Jason losing his mind; Bryan was sure he was losing his own as well.

“Jason, I refuse to let you go to work like this. No. Just no. I am your husband. I am completely uncomfortable with other men looking at you like a piece of meat. There is no way. No. None. You have to understand why I’d feel this way!”

Jason looked down at himself again, “Bryan, I honestly have no idea why you’d have an issue with this. It’s just clothes. It’s just a new style. Seriously, babe. You have to relax.”

“I will not relax, Jason! You are dressed like you’re going to a freaking sex party! You’ll be at work! Surrounded by professionally dressed people! And your boss already made every indication that he found you attractive and now you’ll be walking into work like his own personal walking wet dream! You are my husband, Jason! We’re in a monogamous marriage! You can’t just flaunt your body for all to see and not expect me to have an issue with it!”

Jason, looking offended, took a moment to stare at his husband angrily. After a second or two, he reached out and grabbed a piece of toast and bacon from the plate Bryan had prepared for him and angrily waved them at him, “I’m my own man, Bryan, and I’ll do what I want. You’re my husband and I love you, but this is what I’m going to wear to work. Period. This is me. This is who I am. And if you can’t accept and love me for it, then we have a much bigger conversation to have.”

With that, Jason stormed out after grabbing the keys to his own car as he stuffed his food into his mouth. Bryan, in a huff, grabbed his briefcase and suit jacket and ran after him.

“Jason wait!” Bryan hollered, seeing Jason storming down the hallway towards the elevator.

As Bryan approached, he noticed with dread that Jason was storming toward the Hungs sitting outside their door. It looked as though the two were chatting with one another, unaware of his scantily clad husband approaching them. Crap, he thought, they’re going to have a heart attack when they see him!

“Jason stop!” Bryan yelled again, unfortunately seeing both Mr. and Mrs. Hung look his way in response, now quite obviously unable to miss the nearly nude man walking by.

Jason, finally taking a moment to stop, turned back towards his husband, still looking even angrier than he’d been the day before. But then, as Bryan reached him and as Jason looked as though he was about to rip into his husband yet again, he turned over to the Hungs and apologized to them for Bryan’s screaming. In response, there was a small, ‘Oh my’ from Mr. Hung.

Bryan looked back at the small old man sitting next to his wife and apologized saying, “I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hung. I don’t know what has gotten into Jason.”

Jason, looking offended, turned towards the Hungs as well, seemingly confused by Bryan’s apology while also looking for support from the old couple, “Bryan is being completely unreasonable.”

Smiling warmly, Mr. Hung responded with his tiny, polite voice, “No need to apologize, Bryan. It’s not your fault your husband is a disgusting, slutty tease. He can’t help but show off that sexy body, can he?”

If Bryan thought he’d been surprised before, he knew that nothing compared to the surprise he now felt. The 70-year-old man eased himself up out of his chair and walked the small distance over to the pair. Bryan was shocked into silence for the countless time in the past few days, but Jason appeared to smirk as he responded, looking back at Bryan as if his point had been made for him, “You think so, Mr. Hung?”

“Yeah, you sleazy slut. I bet you suck dick like an insatiable little trollop,” the kind old man retorted with his ever-present friendly smile, reaching out and giving the barely concealed ass of Jason a firm squeeze, “I can’t say I’ve been this horny in quite a while. How long has it been, Mei?”

“Oh, heavens, we haven’t had the energy in around a year or two. Glad to see you’ve inspired my husband a bit, Jason,” the tiny old woman responded with a small giggle.

“Damn right this fat ass inspired me. I bet your asshole practically begs to get fucked, right Jason?”

“Mmmm…yeah…fuck yeah,” Jason responded, melting into the old man’s touch.

“Whore like you probably would let me fuck you and you’d actually pay me for the privilege, right slut?”

“Oh fu…uuuck yeah. Yeah, Mr. Hung. I would…mmm.”

Mr. Hung took that moment to reach around and grab the huge bulge in the jeans that had formed, “Damn, what a filthy faggot you are, Jason. So horny just from an old man. You must be addicted to cock. Feels like you’re leaking just from a bit of groping and some honesty about the low level of respect a slut like you deserves. You’ll have to come over after work and beg me to let you suck me dry, you filthy, shameless whore.”

“Please…call me…mmmmmmm…cum dumpster.”

Bryan could see Mr. Hung squeeze the large bulge at the front of Jason’s tiny shorts as he responded, “What’s that, slut? You want to be my cum dumpster? You’re a filthy little cum dumpster, eh?”

With that, Jason moaned, and a somewhat large wet spot began to appear in his pants. Bryan wasn’t sure, but it appeared as though Jason had cum in his pants in response to his kindly old neighbor berating and molesting him.

Bryan’s brain snapped back to reality suddenly and a confused rage burned in him at the disturbing display that had just occurred before him, “Has the entire world gone mad?! Mr. Hung, your wife is right there. Mrs. Hung, your husband is a straight man molesting and degrading my gay husband…what in the actual hell is going on here?!

Seeing all three of them stare back at him in response to his outrage as though he was crazy, all while Mr. Hung continued stroking the now wet patch at the front of Jason’s pants, Bryan threw up his hands in disgust, “You know what? That’s it. I can’t handle this. You do what you need to do, Jason. But this is too much. What the hell is happening? And what the hell, Mr. Hung?! I can’t go into work. I need some time to think. I’m taking a sick day. But you feel free to masquerade around and show yourself off to everyone. I love you, babe. But clearly you don’t love me enough to respect that this makes me very uncomfortable. Go to work if you need to so bad, but I’ll be in the apartment. Maybe see you after work for our work out.”

With that, Bryan turned around, hearing Mr. Hung say something about him behaving oddly, but Bryan was too checked out from this chaotic insanity to pay attention. He closed the door with a slam and sent a message to his boss saying he needed a day to recuperate from all the extra work he’d been doing, which his boss responded to with understanding.

He spent a quick moment hoping his husband would follow him back into their home because that was the kind of guy he’d fallen in love with: one that cared deeply about him and how he felt.

But Bryan wasn’t surprised that this stranger that used to be his loving husband didn’t come back into the room to apologize or explain himself. Jason had been making it clear this new, crappy job was the most important thing in his life after only one day at the job. Whoever Jason was becoming was nearly unidentifiable to Bryan. This scantily clothed, hypersexual, aroused-by-being-disrespected-physically-and-verbally-man was not the strong, smart, goal-driven nurse practitioner he’d married.

A shiver went down his spine as he recalled the nightmare he’d had this morning. Jason truly was behaving so differently that he was kind of like a puppet. Maybe someone was making him act so bizarrely…but Bryan knew that was impossible. Whatever was happening was his husband. The man he vowed to love through sickness and health. Through good and bad. Through thick and thin.

Bryan let out a deep sigh as he sat down on their couch, rubbing his temples. He knew without a doubt he loved Jason unconditionally and knew that when they had a chance to talk again, they’d work through it. Because he was still his soul mate…no matter how misguided and bizarre his behavior seemed to be these past few days.

He could only hope Jason would realize how unrecognizable he was becoming before Bryan saw him later that day…perhaps a bit of time apart would actually be beneficial for the two of them.

Realizing that hope was likely flawed, Bryan felt his heart sink at what may be the next psychotic break his perfect soul mate would experience next as his mind succumbed to the exhaustion he’d been experiencing and fell back asleep, experiencing yet more nightmares.

As the night dragged on slightly past midnight, Chester continued to feel the sexual thrill of imagining what would happen the next day while, across town, Jason and Bryan continued to feel disjointed with all the disagreements they’d had that day. They’d spent the evening in their apartment, barely speaking throughout the night. Through dinner, they were silent. When the time came for their usual cuddle session on the couch with their shows, Jason excused himself to the bedroom to read while Bryan distractedly attempted to watch them.

But now, lying in the bed they shared, they couldn’t really ignore one another, especially since they long ago agreed to never fall asleep upset with one another. They’d been discussing the last few hours as respectfully as each of them could and, as Bryan saw the clock on their bedstand shift to 12:02 am, he was sure they were close to a resolution and a shortened night’s sleep.

“I know that this means a lot to you. I hear you when you say that. But you have to admit, Jace, it’s rather odd that you suddenly seemed to forget your NP license you worked so hard for and the love you had for your patients and are suddenly hyper-focused on being a low-power personal assistant for a man who, honestly, doesn’t even need one because his job is kind of simple. It all just strikes me as very odd…respectfully.”

“I understand what you’re saying. I honestly do. However, it’s not for you to decide what is and isn’t odd in my life. You’re my husband and I love you but if you love me, you have to accept that my goals shifted. I want…no I need to succeed in this job. You don’t have to comprehend why it’s so important to me. You don’t have to understand why I’d put up with what I’m putting up with. You just have to love and support me. I’d have hoped our relationship was built strong enough for you to understand that!”

Bryan sighed. He knew his partner was right. He didn’t have to understand the sudden shifts…he just had to support it. That was his duty as a man who unconditionally loved him. It was bizarre and he couldn’t quite explain it, but he would stand by Jason.

“Okay, I give in. I apologize and I’ll try to be more supportive. I’ll turn a blind eye…for a while. Please understand that it makes me uncomfortable and that I love you fully, so I can’t let you put yourself through that for much longer. Deal?”

Jason smiled warmly, “Deal. I know you love me. And I love you. Unconditionally. It’s not very fun going through this, but knowing you’re going to be in my corner makes it worth it. I promise you, I won’t let him grope me…hmmm…or harass me…for…um…much longer.”

Bryan looked over at his partner, seeing that he was no longer smiling at him, but looking down at his own crotch, which Bryan could see was bulging out beneath the covers. A smirk formed instantly, “Glad to see you’re still horny for your hubby even after our stupid fight. Happy to let it go for now. Besides, you’re too sexy to disagree with anyway,” Bryan said, leaning onto his side to face his love, “But you have to agree that being groped and fondled and harassed is my job.”

Jason looked shocked at what Bryan said, turning his face towards him and shifting onto his side too, horny redness spreading on his face with a devious smile plastered on. Glancing down, Bryan could see Jason pushing down the covers and wiggling out of the tight briefs he’d been wearing, his cock already rock hard, “Oh, does my husband want to grope me? Does he want to harass me? But what if the idea of that turns me on…what would my husband do then?”

His own cock hardening looking at his husband, Bryan continued with a smirk and flourish of the covers uncovering his hairy, muscular chest, “You little freak. You really want to play a little dirtier than normal tonight?”

Bryan started stroking his long meat as he pulled off his own underwear, releasing his perfectly straight 8 inches. Not breaking eye contact with his husband, he lightly rubbed his sensitive cock head as Jason started masturbating his own cock, “Of course I want you to. It sounds really hot. Like…I want you to belittle me while you grab me…mmm,” Jason said, his cock leaking as he stroked it, “Really harass me, babe.”

Bryan, not quite used to this kind of play as Jason was usually much more into the tender lovemaking they’d had the previous night, couldn’t help but feel horny at the sight and sound of his clearly horny husband.

“Okay, you dirty boy. You want me to feel you up?” Bryan asked, not waiting for a response and reaching over towards his husband’s sagging testicles.

And then, just like earlier that morning, the moment Bryan felt his husband’s furry balls, his cock instantly deflated. He stared down at the appendage that was betraying him, still feeling the horniness deep within him, but suddenly seemingly unable to stay hard.

“What in the fuck is going on?” Bryan stated, looking down at his cock as he rolled onto his back away from Jason, releasing his grip on his husband’s undercarriage.

“Your little slut is feeling himself up, that’s what’s going on,” Jason replied while repositioning onto his own back as well, eyes closed and stroking himself even faster, “Why’d you stop groping me? Don’t let your slut cum without you feeling him up…mmmm…come on babe…harass me and fondle me however you want.”

Bryan, still distracted slightly, felt a little better as his cock re-hardened while he stared at it. Feeling that relief, he registered what Jason was asking, turning back towards the horned-up man beside him, “Babe, you’re really getting into this. You sure you want me to? This is so unlike you…unlike us. Don’t you usually just want me to, like, kiss you and call you handsome and stuff? This is kinda wild.”

Jason, bucking into his own hand, “Oh Bry, yeah. Please. It seems like it’d be so hot. Call me a dirty whore while you completely molest my butt and genitals. Really treat me like a piece of meat. God, even the thought of it turns me on so much. Please babe! I need you to!”

Bryan was completely taken aback. His partner had been so angry and upset that he’d defended him when he was being harassed and groped was now saying those acts were turning him on. Granted, Bryan realized, at least it was him here with his husband and not creepy Chester. If he played along here, it wasn’t necessarily wrong. And at least it seemed as though Jason was enjoying this and not mad at him anymore. Maybe he could do a little roleplay, even if it wasn’t something they’d ever really done.

“Come on Bryan, debase me. Please…mmm fuck, thinking about you treating me like a slut is turning me on so much!” Jason begged.

Relenting slightly but still a little reserved at the strange behavior, Bryan started, albeit hesitantly, “You want me to treat you like a slut, babe?”

“No, don’t call me babe…please…call me a slut…whore…cock-sucker…faggot…treat me like trash. Oh God, call me a cum dumpster. That one sounds the most degrading. Fuck…please. God, it’d be so hot. Please, Bry! Please grope me now!”

Bryan stopped, cock softening as Jason’s masturbation became even more deranged, humping his own hand as he completely drenched his fingers in pre-cum. He was wildly thrashing with his eyes slammed shut, clearly lost in a fantasy that Bryan knew would likely made him uncomfortable as hell if it was reality. His husband was acting like an absolutely horned out of his mind pervert. It was nothing like Jason had ever done before. Nothing about it was attractive to Bryan, who loved his husband for his calm, cool, collected demeaner. Not this insane, horny stranger.

“Jase…”

“Please Bryan! Please! Call me a cum-dumpster! Grab my privates! Please! God it’s so hot! I’ve never been more turned on by anything in my life!”

Bryan, lost in the concern for his husband, was flabbergasted, “Jase…this is making me uncomfortable.”

“Please! Call me a cum-dumpster! I want it so bad! I want it! So turned on! Grope me! Grab me! Call me a fucking cum-dumpster, Bry! Call me a fucking cum-dumpster!”

Losing it, Bryan relented quite suddenly as he shouted while his hand moved pretty much of it’s own accord and grabbed the tight ball sack beneath the cock his husband was furiously stroking, “Fine! You’re a cum-dumpster!”

“Hnnnggggghhaaaahh!!!” Jason bellowed as his cock erupted, huge wads of his seed splashing onto his hairless face, chest, and crotch. One splotch, two splotch, three, four, five blasted from the head of his husbands 5 inches in gigantic quantities. There was more cum than Bryan thought he’d ever seen. His husband had never come close to orgasming that much before. Pump after pump absolutely covered the lithe, sexy young man’s body. Bryan sat there, hand getting drenched too while still attached to the balls that were churning chaotically.

After what felt like five minutes of Jason spewing an insane amount of spunk which was more likely only about ten seconds, Jason was left panting, “God damn, babe. That was hot.”

Bryan, letting go of his husband balls, stood without a word and went to their bathroom, grabbed a towel to wipe his wet hand and took it back to their bed to give Jason the chance to clean himself too.

“Thanks, babe. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever been that horny. So much of a mess! I didn’t even know I could make that much!” Jason laughed as if everything that had just happened was perfectly normal behavior for him.

“Jase…that was…that was, um…”

“Hot, I know. God, I don’t think anything has ever turned me on more than that fantasy.”

“No, babe. It was weird. It made me really uncomfortable and I didn’t even, like, do anything with you.”

Bryan stood there as Jason continued toweling up the massive amount of cum from his body, “I don’t think it was that weird. We’re partners enjoying a sexy fantasy. And you were great! You groped me and called me a cum dumpster…mmm…I better not say that too much, I’ll get turned on again!”

Bryan just stared back at his husband, who’s cock was already hardening again by just saying the demeaning name to himself.

Jason, still wiping, froze as he noticed his husband’s confused gaze, “Are you upset that you didn’t get off? Is that what’s weirding you out?”

Bryan looked down at his soft cock, no longer even remembering how it had deflated when he touched his partner, but feeling decidedly not turned on by the debasing way in which his husband had wanted to be treated.

“I guess that, um, just wasn’t my kind of thing. Didn’t think it was yours either.”

Finishing wiping himself by sliding the towel down his surprisingly already re-hardened cock, Jason threw the towel across the room into their laundry bin, “Well, I guess it’s the first time I’ve done it but I don’t think it’s strange that I enjoyed a little fantasy.”

Bryan stood there for a moment before walking around the bed and taking his spot.

Without a moment’s hesitation or consideration that anything was amiss, Jason leaned over and gave Bryan a good night kiss, “Night, babe. Thanks for apologizing and for helping with that fantasy. I’m spent and ready for tomorrow. Sorry you didn’t get off, but tomorrow night, okay?”

And without a response, Jason turned around, pulled the covers over his shoulder, and appeared to try to fall asleep.

Bryan, on the other hand, sat there nearly all night, worried about all the very sudden changes the love of his life was going through and wondering what he can do to accept the strange behavior and stand by his man.

Nightmares kept Bryan waking over and over during the night, most often erasing from his mind the instant he woke up. The only fuzzy part of each nightmare he could recall was seeing Jason…but knowing it wasn’t actually Jason. He’d lurched awake four times, knowing he’d just dreamt about his soul mate being someone else.

But then, after the fifth nightmare, Bryan awoke suddenly, vividly remembering this last nightmare. Jason had been standing in front of him, saying how much he loved him. Then, suddenly, he started to scream out for help. Bryan tried to run towards him but he couldn’t seem to get close. He picked up his speed, but Jason remained the same amount of space before him…and then he noticed that his husband seemed to have strings attached to him in different parts of his body. He wasn’t wooden…he wasn’t a puppet…it was his husbands normal, sexy, nude, fleshy body with strings being pulled at from unseen forces above them.

He vividly recalled one attached to the top of his head, making it nod inhumanly. A second was on his mouth, being pulled up and down repeatedly while making each scream for help more unsettling. Four more were attached to each of his limbs as he was forced to creepily dance in place while Bryan tried to reach him.

And one last string was attached to his husband’s penis…making it flail around in ways no penis could feasibly do in reality. Bryan was forced back into the waking world when, quite suddenly the screams for help shifted into ‘Call me a cum dumpster! Call me a cum dumpster! Call me a cum dumpster!’ on repeat. Bryan stopped running then, seeing the chaos behind his husband’s eyes as his head still rolled, lips still parted intensely over and over, limbs still danced, and penis began twirling in a windmill like fashion. Then, startling Bryan completely, the penis being controlled by a single string lurched forward, detached itself from his husband’s body, and dived directly towards Bryan’s face. He could vividly make out the veiny shaft he’d always so loved pleasing as it turned into an eyeless fanged monster snarling as it got closer and closer and closer until…

Sitting up back in his bed suddenly, just as the penile monster reached him, Bryan felt sweat drenching his entire body. Looking over, he saw his comfortably sleeping husband breath heavily, a small snore coming from him. Sighing, Bryan decided he’d had all the sleep he’d be able to muster and rolled out of bed, leaving his peacefully snoozing husband. Their alarm was still about thirty minutes from going off and Bryan knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after that disturbing dream.

Today was a new day, Bryan thought despite feeling haunted by his nightmare. He had to put his best foot forward for his husband. A nightmare wasn’t reality. So Bryan tried to shake off his nerves, showered, got dressed in one of his suits, started up the coffee and breakfast, and hoped that Jason would wake up behaving how he’d been for the years Bryan had known him.

Bryan did have to talk himself off a few ledges of anxiety around his partner losing his mind or experiencing some kind of quarter life crisis but decided to focus on the promise he’d made last night. He’d try to let things go. He’d try to support his husband. Even if his husband was behaving like a mad man…

Reminding himself to breathe, Bryan focused on his normal morning routine, finding comfort in it.

As he was frying the bacon and sipping on his coffee, he heard their alarm go off, followed quickly by the shower starting. Bryan shouted a good morning to his husband and heard a groggy response. Smiling, Bryan took another moment to remind himself that Jason was his soul mate…there was nothing that could ruin the love they had for one another.

Only about ten minutes later, Bryan was feeling so much more comfortable as he sat at their table, chewing on a piece of toast, reading a news article on his smartphone. He heard a much more awake and jovial, “Morning, babe” from the end of the hallway leading into their kitchen. Looking up, Bryan choked on his mouthful of chewed buttered toast.

Between coughs, Bryan tried to speak as Jason walked into the room and over to Bryan, touching his shoulder and asking if he was okay.

Finally, Bryan spat out while still coughing slightly, “What…the…hell…are you…wearing?!”

Jason looked down at himself as Bryan, still spasming a bit from his choking spell, absorbed the bizarre and inappropriate clothing he’d put on. Jason was wearing a tight, white sleeveless shirt that was ripped at the bottom, leaving his belly button exposed. Below that was a tight pair of cutoff jeans barely concealing his butt or privates. The frayed ends of the legs were cut so low, Bryan could see small bits of the tight pink underwear he was wearing. A small amount of his scrotum seemed to even be poking out the right side.

Looking back up after scoping out his clothes, Jason replied calmly, “What do you mean, babe?”

“Jason! You’re dressed like…like…like a street hooker or something!” Bryan bellowed.

“Oh you think so!? Well, that’s kind of what I’m going for a guess? I figured I should change up my style for work a bit. I want to look a bit like a slut. Do you think I nailed it?” Jason said proudly as he stepped back and did a small turn so Bryan could take it all in.

Bryan, beyond dumbfounded yet again, stood up from his chair and walked to his husband, grabbed his shoulders to stop his spinning, “Seriously, Jason. I feel like you’re having a mental breakdown. Yesterday, you were nonchalant about men groping and harassing you because you wanted that stupid job so bad. Last night, you literally begged me to call you a freaking cum-dumpster, a term I hadn’t ever even thought of. And now you’re dressing like a tramp…and I know that your creepy boss is going to be groping you even more. You won’t be able to control him with you showing this much skin! I thought we agreed we would put up with a bit of bad behavior from him for a short amount of time. If you show up to work like this, you’re telling him you want it. Besides that, HR would never allow you to break dress code this badly. Jason…you need to change now.”

Jason paused as his face turned red, “Oh my God, Bry…Do you really think he’ll grope me?”

Bryan took a few steps back, dumbfounded that after all he’d just said, the only part Jason seemed to focus on was the fact that Chester would likely grope him again. Flabbergasted, his eyes were drawn downward to a large bulge appearing in his husband’s pants. His husband was getting turned on by the thought of his fat, perverted, ugly boss groping him. It couldn’t just be Jason losing his mind; Bryan was sure he was losing his own as well.

“Jason, I refuse to let you go to work like this. No. Just no. I am your husband. I am completely uncomfortable with other men looking at you like a piece of meat. There is no way. No. None. You have to understand why I’d feel this way!”

Jason looked down at himself again, “Bryan, I honestly have no idea why you’d have an issue with this. It’s just clothes. It’s just a new style. Seriously, babe. You have to relax.”

“I will not relax, Jason! You are dressed like you’re going to a freaking sex party! You’ll be at work! Surrounded by professionally dressed people! And your boss already made every indication that he found you attractive and now you’ll be walking into work like his own personal walking wet dream! You are my husband, Jason! We’re in a monogamous marriage! You can’t just flaunt your body for all to see and not expect me to have an issue with it!”

Jason, looking offended, took a moment to stare at his husband angrily. After a second or two, he reached out and grabbed a piece of toast and bacon from the plate Bryan had prepared for him and angrily waved them at him, “I’m my own man, Bryan, and I’ll do what I want. You’re my husband and I love you, but this is what I’m going to wear to work. Period. This is me. This is who I am. And if you can’t accept and love me for it, then we have a much bigger conversation to have.”

With that, Jason stormed out after grabbing the keys to his own car as he stuffed his food into his mouth. Bryan, in a huff, grabbed his briefcase and suit jacket and ran after him.

“Jason wait!” Bryan hollered, seeing Jason storming down the hallway towards the elevator.

As Bryan approached, he noticed with dread that Jason was storming toward the Hungs sitting outside their door. It looked as though the two were chatting with one another, unaware of his scantily clad husband approaching them. Crap, he thought, they’re going to have a heart attack when they see him!

“Jason stop!” Bryan yelled again, unfortunately seeing both Mr. and Mrs. Hung look his way in response, now quite obviously unable to miss the nearly nude man walking by.

Jason, finally taking a moment to stop, turned back towards his husband, still looking even angrier than he’d been the day before. But then, as Bryan reached him and as Jason looked as though he was about to rip into his husband yet again, he turned over to the Hungs and apologized to them for Bryan’s screaming. In response, there was a small, ‘Oh my’ from Mr. Hung.

Bryan looked back at the small old man sitting next to his wife and apologized saying, “I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hung. I don’t know what has gotten into Jason.”

Jason, looking offended, turned towards the Hungs as well, seemingly confused by Bryan’s apology while also looking for support from the old couple, “Bryan is being completely unreasonable.”

Smiling warmly, Mr. Hung responded with his tiny, polite voice, “No need to apologize, Bryan. It’s not your fault your husband is a disgusting, slutty tease. He can’t help but show off that sexy body, can he?”

If Bryan thought he’d been surprised before, he knew that nothing compared to the surprise he now felt. The 70-year-old man eased himself up out of his chair and walked the small distance over to the pair. Bryan was shocked into silence for the countless time in the past few days, but Jason appeared to smirk as he responded, looking back at Bryan as if his point had been made for him, “You think so, Mr. Hung?”

“Yeah, you sleazy slut. I bet you suck dick like an insatiable little trollop,” the kind old man retorted with his ever-present friendly smile, reaching out and giving the barely concealed ass of Jason a firm squeeze, “I can’t say I’ve been this horny in quite a while. How long has it been, Mei?”

“Oh, heavens, we haven’t had the energy in around a year or two. Glad to see you’ve inspired my husband a bit, Jason,” the tiny old woman responded with a small giggle.

“Damn right this fat ass inspired me. I bet your asshole practically begs to get fucked, right Jason?”

“Mmmm…yeah…fuck yeah,” Jason responded, melting into the old man’s touch.

“Whore like you probably would let me fuck you and you’d actually pay me for the privilege, right slut?”

“Oh fu…uuuck yeah. Yeah, Mr. Hung. I would…mmm.”

Mr. Hung took that moment to reach around and grab the huge bulge in the jeans that had formed, “Damn, what a filthy faggot you are, Jason. So horny just from an old man. You must be addicted to cock. Feels like you’re leaking just from a bit of groping and some honesty about the low level of respect a slut like you deserves. You’ll have to come over after work and beg me to let you suck me dry, you filthy, shameless whore.”

“Please…call me…mmmmmmm…cum dumpster.”

Bryan could see Mr. Hung squeeze the large bulge at the front of Jason’s tiny shorts as he responded, “What’s that, slut? You want to be my cum dumpster? You’re a filthy little cum dumpster, eh?”

With that, Jason moaned, and a somewhat large wet spot began to appear in his pants. Bryan wasn’t sure, but it appeared as though Jason had cum in his pants in response to his kindly old neighbor berating and molesting him.

Bryan’s brain snapped back to reality suddenly and a confused rage burned in him at the disturbing display that had just occurred before him, “Has the entire world gone mad?! Mr. Hung, your wife is right there. Mrs. Hung, your husband is a straight man molesting and degrading my gay husband…what in the actual hell is going on here?!

Seeing all three of them stare back at him in response to his outrage as though he was crazy, all while Mr. Hung continued stroking the now wet patch at the front of Jason’s pants, Bryan threw up his hands in disgust, “You know what? That’s it. I can’t handle this. You do what you need to do, Jason. But this is too much. What the hell is happening? And what the hell, Mr. Hung?! I can’t go into work. I need some time to think. I’m taking a sick day. But you feel free to masquerade around and show yourself off to everyone. I love you, babe. But clearly you don’t love me enough to respect that this makes me very uncomfortable. Go to work if you need to so bad, but I’ll be in the apartment. Maybe see you after work for our work out.”

With that, Bryan turned around, hearing Mr. Hung say something about him behaving oddly, but Bryan was too checked out from this chaotic insanity to pay attention. He closed the door with a slam and sent a message to his boss saying he needed a day to recuperate from all the extra work he’d been doing, which his boss responded to with understanding.

He spent a quick moment hoping his husband would follow him back into their home because that was the kind of guy he’d fallen in love with: one that cared deeply about him and how he felt.

But Bryan wasn’t surprised that this stranger that used to be his loving husband didn’t come back into the room to apologize or explain himself. Jason had been making it clear this new, crappy job was the most important thing in his life after only one day at the job. Whoever Jason was becoming was nearly unidentifiable to Bryan. This scantily clothed, hypersexual, aroused-by-being-disrespected-physically-and-verbally-man was not the strong, smart, goal-driven nurse practitioner he’d married.

A shiver went down his spine as he recalled the nightmare he’d had this morning. Jason truly was behaving so differently that he was kind of like a puppet. Maybe someone was making him act so bizarrely…but Bryan knew that was impossible. Whatever was happening was his husband. The man he vowed to love through sickness and health. Through good and bad. Through thick and thin.

Bryan let out a deep sigh as he sat down on their couch, rubbing his temples. He knew without a doubt he loved Jason unconditionally and knew that when they had a chance to talk again, they’d work through it. Because he was still his soul mate…no matter how misguided and bizarre his behavior seemed to be these past few days.

He could only hope Jason would realize how unrecognizable he was becoming before Bryan saw him later that day…perhaps a bit of time apart would actually be beneficial for the two of them.

Realizing that hope was likely flawed, Bryan felt his heart sink at what may be the next psychotic break his perfect soul mate would experience next as his mind succumbed to the exhaustion he’d been experiencing and fell back asleep, experiencing yet more nightmares.

Chester’s morning, in distinct contrast, had started excitedly with a quick masturbation session after a particularly erotic dream and a strong desire to get to work as quickly as possible. Today, he’d have a slutty PA desperate to be humiliated, fondled, and belittled. He could only imagine how unbelievably confused and angry Bryan must be at the sudden shifts in his husband’s behavior.

When Chester arrived, he practically sprinted to his office…as quickly as a very out of shape man could. And as he panted his way into the break room, he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest.

Jason was there. Coffee prepared properly. Smiling eagerly at his boss.

And dressed like a fucking nearly nude stripper. There was even a wet patch in the crotch that Chester was about ninety-nine percent sure was cum.

His PA had jizzed in his pants and still came to work.

“Hey, sir. I really want to apologize again for yesterday. My husband really was out of line and we talked it through. He’s still having some trouble understanding my changing needs and goals. But I assure you, I’m still eager to be the best PA for you possible. I didn’t want to leave work yesterday and don’t plan on ever missing another day again. I’m devoted to this job. I want you to know that.”

Chester took a moment before walking into the room. He was about to do what he’d wanted to do to Jason for years and years. And this time, he’d wished his way into Jason responding exactly how he’d always imagined.

“Don’t even worry about that at all, Jason,” Chester stated firmly, “But I do have just one problem.”

Looking concerned as his boss approached him, Jason responded, “What’s that, sir?”

Chester stared up at the slightly taller, sexy, nearly completely nude man before him and smirked. In a flash, he reached out and groped the wet crotch and began to squeeze as he taunted, “You’re dressed like a fucking floozy and you clearly have your own sploodge in your pants. I want my PA to be a respectable young man. What would your husband think of what you’re wearing right now? Where did you even get such slutty clothing? You look like a cum-hungry, slutty, loose, whore who is teasing me with his sexy body.”

Chester continued to squeeze as he felt the rod in Jason’s pants harden within moments.

“I’m not sure where I got these clothes…had a, um…God yes…had a drawer full of these clothes and figured…mmmm…I’d change my office style. But…fuuuuck, Mr. Schills…Do y-y-you really think I’m a cum-hungry, slutty, loose, whore, sir?”

Chester nodded as he took his other hand and brought it underneath the small sleeveless shirt and began pinching Jason’s right nipple firmly, loving that his new slutty PA had no concerns that an entire drawer of strange new clothes had suddenly appeared, “I do, you fucking tease. Teased me for longer than you know. But tell me, slut, I really want to know as I already asked…what would your husband think?”

Jason moaned, “Fuck, sir. Your hands feel so guh…good. Mmmm…but I don’t know how Bryan would react. He was mad about the groping yesterday. And…mmm…it made me uncomfortable at the time too. But now, I don’t remember why. This is so…fuuuck…fucking hot…

And he seemed upset this morning when he saw what I was wearing and even more so when I was talking to our neighbors. But I can’t understand why he’s so upset. This all…mmm…fuck yeah…seems reasonable to me. This is a job I want desperately and…fuuuuck…he keeps fighting me. He didn’t even want me…oh God, right there, sir…he didn’t even want me to wear this today,” Jason shivered beneath the hand massaging his hard tool and the other now squeezing his muscular pec.

The overweight, older man smiled, loving how he was finally feeling the hot skin of Jason in his own hands. And not only was Jason okay with it, he was actively enjoying it.

“I bet Bryan would be pissed off. He’s such a protective husband. But that doesn’t make sense, does it slut?”

Jason shook his head, eyes closed, knees buckling from the pleasure, “Nuh-no, sir.”

“And why doesn’t it make sense? I’m your boss and I’m groping you while you dress like a fucking whore. That’s not weird to you at all?,” Chester took the hand beneath Jason’s shirt and instantly shoved it down the back of Jason’s pants, feeling the firm, jiggly ass cheek in his fingers as he enjoyed fondling the fatty flesh excitedly.

Jason bellowed from pleasure and almost lost his balance as Chester held him up, so melted into this erotic misuse of his body, “Fuuuuuuck, sir. Use me…fuck yeah…it doesn’t make sense why he’s mad…I wanna dress like this. It feels so good to be used like this. God, grope me…please, sir, call me a fucking cum dumpster! It’s so humiliating! I thought of it last night with Bryan and…mmm…had Mr. Hung do it. It’s so fucking hot.”

“First you tell me what happened while you were talking with that neighbor. Seems like a strange thing for your husband to be upset about…just talking to your neighbor. Even if you are dressed like a fucking slut.”

Jason moaned loudly as Chester began squeezing his ass even harder, taking his second hand and shoving it down the other side of the back of his pants to grab the other asscheek, pulling him close to him as he ground his belly against Jason’s hard cock.

“Mmmm…yeah, Mr. Schills…I don’t know. Mr. Hung’s a nice old man who…fuck…was chatting with me just like we are now.”

“Mr. Hung, huh? Tell me about him. He married? Straight? Old or young? Someone you know well?”

Squeezing even harder, Chester thrusted his own belly into Jason, who was practically collapsing on his boss from the pleasure, “Hnnngg…yeah…he’s married to a woman. Straight…he’s…mmm…probably 70. Retired. Really nice guy. Talk to him every morning and evening before and after…wah…wah…work.”

“Oh you little slut. So fucking sexy that you turned on a 70-year-old straight man. I bet he groped and fondled you just like this. Didn’t he?”

“Yuh-yeah. Felt so good. Fuck, Mr. Schills. Call me a cum dumpster. Please. I luh-love it.”

Chester smirked, pulling his right hand out from the back of Jason’s pants. He placed it under the young PA’s chin and pulled it up, making Jason look directly at him.

“Jason Fields-Mason…you’re not only a cum dumpster,” Chester stated confidently as he thrust his hand down the front of Jason’s pants, grabbing onto the intensely hard and moist meat and pulling it upwards so it poked out the top of the miniscule amount of fabric that had surprisingly contained it, “You’re my cum dumpster.”

“Hoooolyyy shiiiit!” Jason moaned as Chester felt the shaft he was holding thicken between his pudgy fingers while thick, white cum began spewing from the shiny glans. Chester could feel how sticky his shaft was, clearly already covered in dried cum from, he could only assume, the neighbor he’d mentioned earlier.

Jason’s ‘O’ face was like heaven to Chester. His hard cock wept with pre knowing he’d just made this sexy young stud cum just from calling him such a demeaning name. The young man’s cock became a fountain of thick white seed, covering Chester’s already dirty and disgusting button-up with his seed. Jason’s own small belly and tiny white sleeveless shirt, too, was becoming plastered with cum.

“God, you’re a shooter, you little cum fountain.”

Beaming with pride despite still dribbling a smaller amount of cum while Chester held him close, “Thank you sir…God, I came so much last night thinking about something like this happening. Then shot a load in my pants with Mr. Hung. At this rate, I’ll be dehydrated and shooting blanks!”

As the cock deflated, Chester let him go, and Jason started stuffing his cock back in his pants, Chester took a step back and held up his arms, “Look at this mess you made! What a little whore you are. Cumming on your boss like that!”

Jason moaned slightly, a small bulge forming yet again, “I’m sorry, sir…I seem to be, um, a bit hornier than normal. I can’t say I’ve ever been this horny but it feels natural so I’ve just kind of been going with it. Do you need me to act differently? Or do you need me to get you clean clothes? Or hell, do you want me to get cleaned up?”

Chester laughed, “No, no. I can’t say I blame you. A fucking slut like you probably can’t help but love the attention you get from other men. I can even see you stiffening up yet again right after cumming. I’ll go let my boss know I need to go home and change. You get my coffee ready. I’ll be back later but you stay down here. Can’t have you losing your cool around any more men, you insatiable little whore. And I demand you don’t clean yourself up at all. Keep that cum all over you, you fucked up whore.”

Jason smiled, showing Chester just how proud he was of the work he was doing while also demonstrating that the wish that made this all seem normal to him was working perfectly. He didn’t want to risk Jason going out into public in this state…he would likely be groped and molesting nonstop by every man saying even one word to him. He’d be stuck out there as a horny fool for the rest of the day.

Going upstairs, Chester knew he reeked of cum and couldn’t hide the still wet stains of Jason’s seed if he wanted to. But his original wish guaranteed no one at work would find any of his behavior bizarre. So he walked with his head high as random coworkers made small platitudes or ignored him completely. It all turned him on so much as he walked into his boss’s office, eager to play with him as his generous wish-granters had suggested.

“Oh, hello Chester. I didn’t know we had a meeting planned today,” Gabe Perez stated, looking up from his desk.

Chester had always liked Gabe. He was a relatively hands off manager, in charge of all support staff at the facility. Chester was also aware that it had been Gabe who’d campaigned for him to become a manager of his very small mailroom team. Chester freely admitted that he didn’t really dislike the guy at all.

But now that he had a much higher level of unimaginable power, he knew he couldn’t resist playing with anyone he could. He could literally do anything at work and everyone would not only agree with and defend him, they couldn’t resist considering it all completely normal.

That power was erotic and irresistible.

“Figured there was no need for one. Just groped and harassed my new PA until he came all over me. Got me rather turned on, in fact. He covered me in his cum so I gotta head home and change. Figured I’d come let you know.”

Gabe smiled at him as if he’d just told him the weather was changing outside, “No frets at all. I bet you feel a bit messy. I understand. Anything else I can help you with? I think we’re due for a one on one soon.”

Gabe reached over to his calendar, likely to see when they needed to set up their routine HR mandated check in as Chester’s heart pounded, so horny he was at how his boss was so blasé about everything he’d just said, “Oh, I don’t think I ever need another one on one. But, I am rather horny. Could I possibly cum on your face? That sounds reasonable, right?”

“Oh, that’s fair. I’ll just cancel all future one on ones with you. And while I am a bit busy at the moment, I suppose I can make some time to let you cum on me.”

Chester’s cock throbbed with need. He’d never really found Gabe all that attractive, but now, knowing his boss, who he knew was married to a kind woman with three small children while also being a devout Catholic, was willingly going to let him cum on his face, he couldn’t control himself. Gabe was, as of now, sexy merely because he was allowing such a sexual gay action happen without a second thought.

Walking around the desk, Chester pulled his cock out as Gabe turned his chair and leaned forward, allowing access to his face. He smiled warmly, “I hope this doesn’t take too long, though, I have the morning meeting with higher ups in about ten minutes.”

“Don’t worry. I’m horny as fuck right now. Just keep your stupid fucking face right there.”

“Sure thing,” Gabe smiled, his black moustache a target now for Chester. Looking down at him, as he stroked his cock just a few inches from his face, Chester could see his boss was actually quite sexy. It could merely be that power he had over him and the level of horniness he’d developed after finally being able to live out his perverted dream with Jason.

But now that Chester was standing over his seated boss, looking down at him patiently waiting for him to splooge all over his face, he could see that Gabe had some kind, dark brown eyes that sparkled as he gazed up patiently at him. His short, styled black hair was appealingly gelled and combed to the side, as was his deep brown, flawless skin. A small amount of stubble down the sides of his face and chin added to a masculine appeal that Chester, who generally preferred more hairless guys like Jason, still couldn’t deny as sexy.

“Mmm…fuck…as a good boss, I know that from now on you’ll want to be completely honest with me at all times and listen to me completely because you trust me implicitly…tell me about your wife and kids…that’ll get me to cum faster. Knowing you’re a straight married guy letting your male employee cum all over your fucking breeder face…”

“Sure, Chester! I’d be happy to always be honest with you and feel free to let me know what you may need! To start off, Elizabeth and I have been married for eleven and a half years now. We have three young girls. One is nine, Mary. The other two are twins and are seven, Margaret and Madeline. They’re all pretty amazing, even if I am outnumbered by girls at home! Mary just started playing soccer and…”

“And you’re all religious?”

Gabe didn’t even pause to say he was offended his employee had just interrupted him and continued, “Yeah, we’re Catholic. We go to St. Francis downtown. Pretty actively involved in services. I’m a lector and Elizabeth always helps with the potlucks. A couple months ago we won ‘Best Family of the Parish’. We’re pretty proud of that. God really is number one in our life. You know, I’d never really talked to you about what you believe. Are you interested in possibly converting to…”

“And you’ve never had gay sex?”

Continuing yet again, undisturbed, “Oh no, I’ve never had any desire to do anything gay. I know I shouldn’t say this at work, but you’re such a trustworthy guy. I’ve never really talked about any of this with you so not even sure about your sexuality other than the porn incident as well as the staring some male coworkers have complained about…which now that I think about should never have been an issue because you’re a model employee…but anyway, yeah, homosexuality is obviously sinful and immoral. So I would encourage anyone in the gay lifestyle to atone and…”

“Hnnnghhhhaaa yeah!!! Fuck yeah!!!” Chester screamed as his cum sprayed from his cock onto his handsome managers face. Huge globs stuck to the dark brown moustache hair, his stubble, and a bit managed to hit him square in the eye.

“Well, goodness, that stings! Can’t say I’ve ever had cum in my eye and can’t say I’d want that again! But no harm done, I’ll be fine. Anyway, I gotta get back to work. Feel free to take your time getting cleaned up and returning. See you later?”

Chester let out a chuckle as he tucked his cock back in his pants, “Sure thing, Gabe. Oh, by the way, you shouldn’t wash your face. Keep my cum there. If anyone asks, tell them I told you to keep it there…hopefully they’ll instantly believe you without me having to tell them myself.”

“Sounds fine to me, Chester!”

“Oh, and I’m thinking you should get a face full of my cum every morning. Come down to the mailroom first thing every morning from now on. Hopefully our coworkers won’t mind your cummy face…can’t say your wife will have any chance of understanding though.”

Gabe laughed at the comment, “That sounds like a plan, Chester. I’ll see you down there tomorrow morning before work. And don’t worry about Elizabeth! I’ll just tell her that you decided I should let you cum on my face every morning. It seems reasonable to me so it should be reasonable to her as well.”

Chester let out a louder laugh at that as he said his goodbye, thick white cream still plastered on his boss’s face.

Hurrying home, Chester couldn’t stop smiling. He had so much more control over his life than he’d ever had before. He could do whatever he wanted at work. He had Jason in the palm of his hand, quite literally this morning. Bryan was more than likely confused, angry, and feeling alienated. And he still had four more wishes.

The drive took about an hour as Chester kicked himself for not wishing his apartment was closer to his office. By the time he made it back to work, he knew it would nearly be lunchtime. As he arrived home, he glanced at the computer and saw a quick message from his wish-granting hackers.

Seems to us you’re having fun. Better hurry back. Danny and Lance are having their fun now too.

Chester squealed, even more excited to return to work to see his young, straight employees absolutely going queer over the married PA. While he figured Lance and Danny would interact with Jason relatively quickly, he didn’t want to miss it! He quickly ran to his room, stripped out of his cum-covered shirt, and instantly began putting on another random shirt on the ground he wasn’t quite sure he’d cleaned or not.

Practically sprinting back to his car and speeding back to work, Chester’s cock began to thicken yet again. He loved how fucked up he’d already made his ideal man Jason. To see him being groped by his younger straight employees would only add to the eroticism.

Rushing back into the building after parking, Chester gave a brief hello to the front desk security and hurried back to the basement via the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, he heard moaning from down the hall that could only have been his newly grope-obsessed PA.

A devilish smile stretched his face to the max as he practically galloped back into their mailroom.

“The little queer slut is still hard even after cumming multiple times just from us grabbing him and putting him in his disgusting place. Jesus, man, you have no shame. You’re a fucked up little faggot, aren’t you?,” Chester heard Lance say from inside the mailroom.

“God, this cock-obsessed faggot probably sucks dick better than my girlfriend. Never wanted a man before, but this sex-obsessed slut sure does tempt me,” Danny responded as Chester began opening the door.

“Honestly, he’s probably better than my wife too,” Lance agreed, looking away from Jason’s ass to see his boss walking in, “Oh, hey, Mr. Schills. We’ll get back to work. We just got distracted by this stupid whore.”

Chester’s smile somehow got even wider as he gazed at his two male workers practically grinding themselves on either side of Jason. He could see that Lance was directly behind Jason, both hands massaging the giant ass cheeks as Jason moaned and leaned back into him practically sitting on the opened palms wiggling beneath him. Meanwhile, Danny was openly rubbing his own large bulge in his khakis while he groped the wet moose knuckle wildly at the front of Jason’s tiny, ripped jeans shorts.

Jason’s eyes were rolled up in the back of his head and Chester could plainly see that the front of his pants were absolutely saturated in cum at this point. His belly, too, looked damp with wetness and there was so much, he could see wet lines going down both of his thick thighs from the insane amount of cum he’d packed into his underwear and jean shorts.

“Don’t worry, boys. For the time being, I’ll let you keep going. Molest the little fag even more. I’m gonna jerk off while you do it.”

“If you insist, sir,” Danny grinned, obviously eager to continue.

“I bet the little cockhound will love that,” Lance stated.

Chester didn’t think he’d ever get used to his coworkers thinking his perverted actions being completely normal would ever get boring. Reaching into his pants and pulling out his hard cock, he jumped as he heard Esther sigh loudly. Chester had completely forgotten she would likely be here too.

“I’ve been working nonstop this morning and these two haven’t done anything. I can understand that Jason should be groped and demeaned; that makes sense. But Mr. Schills, I can’t be the only one getting all of this mail sorted and delivered!” Esther whined.

“You’re fucking happy to do all the work alone today, bitch, with no questions asked and no attention paid to the four of us,” Chester said firmly.

Esther smiled instantly, a slightly grotesque looking, wrinkled smile on the old woman, as the complaint instantly melted away. Chester looked at her briefly, ensuring she was getting back to work, and then immediately got to ignoring her and began stroking again, focusing in on the trio before him, already leaking.

“You fucking like that, you little pervert? You’ve cum in your pants multiple times just from Danny and me touching you and talking down to you? You like real men treating you like the whore you are, huh?” Lance growled as he continued fiercely squeezing the fleshy cheeks in his hands. Chester moved to get a better view and could see that Lance, too, had quite a big lump at the front of his tan pants.

“Mmm…yes, Lance…mmm…my cock is so hard and…mmm…tired…came so many…times…”

“How many times, faggot? How much filthy cum is in these pants,” Danny grumbled in a deep voice Chester hadn’t thought the kind young man was even capable of before today.

“Si-ix, I think…so fuh-fuzzy…fuuuuck…so hot,” Jason moaned, seemingly on the edge of what could be his seventh orgasm in just a few hours.

“That’s disgusting, you fucking pervert. You’re getting my hand wet with your pathetic cum. Lick my fucking hand clean so I can get your filthy fluids off me,” Danny commanded, taking the hand that was groping Jason and practically slapping it over the PA’s mouth.

After a moment, “I can’t believe how fucking disgusting you are, slut. Lapping at your coworker’s hand that’s covered in your own juices. And you met me yesterday! Absolutely insatiable! What was it you liked to be called again…I can’t seem to remember,” Danny said with a mischievous smile, clearly indicating he knew that magical demeaning name Jason had grown to love.

“Cmmm dmmmprrrr,” Jason mumbled from beneath the hand he was actively licking clean.

“What was that? Cock tease? Was that it?” Lance said with a smirk, taking his right hand off Jason’s rear and twisting it around the gyrating man’s body to get underneath the tiny shirt to pinch his nipple.

“Mm mmm. Cmmmm Dmmmmprrrrrr,” Jason mumbled again, louder, grinding his cock forward, clearly close to shooting again.

“I don’t know, Lance. The queer seems to be saying he wants to be called an insatiable faggot,” Danny said, leaning back to look at his heterosexual coworker.

Laughing evilly, the two elevated their squeezing and thrusting, Lance now moving the hand he’d had on Jason’s ass around to the front, now getting his hand wet with multiple orgasms while twisting the nipple in his other hand even harder. Danny was now the one who’d wrapped his arms around Jason, instantly removing his hand from the now completely lost in lust Jason, playing with the extra flesh on his ass like it was clay while grinding his own chubby bulge into Lances molesting hand.

Chester, still jerking it even harder, felt like his own orgasm could happen at any moment. Not wanting to get more cum on his clothes and feel the need to go home yet again, he decided he’d just strip. All of his coworkers were mindfucked into thinking anything he did was normal; he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just done that in the first place.

Getting out of his clothes, he kept his eyes on the moaning trio, gyrating into one another like sex-crazed porn stars. Free from his own clothes, he heard Danny finally ask, “Now say it again, louder this time, you fuck. What was it you liked to be called?”

“Oh fuck!! Cum dumpster!!!” Jason screamed.

Danny, looking at Lance and smiling, waited for Lance to nod, and at the same moment, “Cum dumpster!”

“AAAAAAnnnnghhhhhh…mmmmmmmm…oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” Jason hollered.

Jason looked as though he was about to collapse as he panted from the orgasmic bliss he was experiencing while Lance and Danny continued rubbing him roughly. While Jason started to regain his composure and the two young men began to suggest they’d finally start getting back to work, all three ignored the fact that their boss was completely nude and stroking his cock. Chester figured it was time to ensure that he’d have a bit more fun.

Just as he’d noticed with Gabe, Chester suddenly could see the masculine appeal of both of his straight employees. The knowledge that he could get away with doing anything, telling them to do anything, and not have to worry about a negative response seemed to increase his appeal of all the men at his company. His two younger mail clerks were no different.

Chester had always gotten along with all three of his employees on a superficial level, despite being relatively sure both Lance and Danny probably thought he was a creepy old man. There had been some complaints from ‘anonymous’ employees that informed HR that they felt as though Chester stared at them and he always thought it was likely Lance as he and Danny were the only two men he spent any meaningful time with at the company and Danny was, to almost everyone who met him, one of the kindest people.

In terms of how much he actually knew about his three employees outside of work, it was minimal. Esther was an old widow who was going to be here until she retired, so she wasn’t incredibly interesting. Lance had a wife and some younger kids, not sure how many. Danny was doing night classes and was dating a girl that had stopped by to pick him up after work occasionally. Beyond all that, Chester knew very little as his focus had been pretty much on Jason for years.

Even though Chester had personally hired the two men, Danny only about one year prior, and that they were both arguably quite attractive, Chester generally only focused in on gay men. Mainly because straight men generally had made Chester uncomfortable; younger straight men even more. He’d had a fear of getting beat up or threatened by them for as long as he knew he was gay and, despite having unnaturally strong attractions to younger men, he made a conscious effort to focus in on gay younger man as exclusively as he could.

But now he could really size his two employees up properly. Lance was a tall 32-year-old man with slightly longer dark brown hair that he let messily splay out. He kept his face in a permanent five o-clock shadow and had a bit of a masculine grumpy look about him almost always. A small amount of chest hair always seemed to poke out the top of the polos he always wore to work, fitting snugly on his somewhat chubby frame. The pale blue one he was wearing today was no different, a slight paunch at his belly only giving Chester a temptation to squeeze it…along with the bulge he’d formed in his tight pants just a few inches lower.

Danny, one of the youngest men at the agency, was only 22 years old, and a cherubic, smooth-skinned young man that Chester thought was one of the friendliest and most social young men he’d ever encountered. Kind brown, watery eyes highlighted his bearded face and short black hair perfectly, especially against his pale white skin. He’d have been equally as appealing to Chester as Jason if he hadn’t been so hairy and heterosexual. Chester figured that if the young man was gay, he would have been quite an appealing otter, with his darker hair on his arms, legs, and on the chest that Chester had only seen glimpses of when some hairs would poke out the top of his shirts or when he’d unconsciously lift his shirt to wipe away sweat on particularly busy days and reveal a hairy belly with sexy hard abs.

But right now, as the two men finally let up on the male slut they’d been molesting despite their sexuality, Chester most definitely wanted to get to know his hetero employees a bit better before returning to groping and sexually satisfying his most important trophy.

But first, he had to get his PA to work and away from the men who couldn’t help themselves but treat him like a piece of meat.

“Jason, I think you need to stop being such an insatiable little horn-ball and get back to work. But I’m curious because it seems like you’ve spurted out a lot of jizz this morning…did you even shoot any cum that time?” Chester asked, still stroking his cock while completely nude and walking around the large desk they used to sort mail.

“Oh,” Jason said as he looked at Chester with a shocked expression, as if realizing for the first time in a while he hadn’t actually been doing the job he was so fond of while being groped by his coworkers, “Sorry, Mr. Schills! I guess we all got carried away. And, yeah, I think a really small amount came out…I really do think I’m running dry. But damn, my penis and my balls are sore and don’t seem to be able to stop. I can’t remember a time I orgasmed this much in one day. And it’s only 11:30!”

Chester chuckled at him, already planning his next wish a bit at hearing it, “Scamper off into my office now, Jason. Get back to organizing it like you were doing before your husband made you leave early.”

Nodding enthusiastically with a dutiful smile on his face, the cum-covered PA hurried to the back of the mailroom and into the small office. Chester, all three inches of his leaking chode on display, turned his attention to his straight underlings.

“Hey, you horny breeders,” Chester shouted, beginning to palm the head of his thick dick eagerly. Chester knew it was only the second day of hopefully endless fun for the rest of his life…but he still was angry with himself for ignoring the two straight men he had carte blanc control over yesterday in lieu of focusing on his little cum dumpster.

And now he was going to make up for lost time.

Looking over at their boss with a mix of confusion and shock, “Do you mean us, sir?” Danny asked as he glanced over at his coworker Lance.

“Of course I fucking meant you, you worthless pussy fuckers. Who else in this room, who isn’t an old crow, is a worthless breeder? Get over here now!”

Despite the cruel way they were being spoken to, the two scampered before Chester quickly, their demeanors slightly confused, but no sign of disgust or anger at how their older, chubby, nude boss was speaking to them. Esther, too, already focused on getting the work of four people done herself, didn’t even acknowledge the insult.

“I stepped out briefly and when I return, it seems to be the two of you wasted a lot of time this morning molesting my PA. Why the fuck do you think that was appropriate? And what would your wife or your girlfriend think?” Chester asked, feigning concern.

Looking slightly panicked, Lance stumbled over his words as Danny kept looking at his older coworker to explain for him, “W-w-w-well, Chester. I’m not really sure what the problem is. There wasn’t anything too strange about what was going on beyond us getting distracted from work.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed cutely, smiling slightly at Chester with large puppy dog eyes.

“Well,” Chester started as he stroked his chode, “I suppose that’s understandable. That fucking slut is irresistible even to you straight fucks I suppose.”

Lance and Danny nodded with understanding smiles as Lance calmed down a bit and replied, “We’re sorry, boss. He started telling us what was on the docket for work today and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to feel him up and treat him like the slut he clearly is. Danny joined me right away too.”

Chester smiled, stroking a little faster, as he, too, nodded, “Yeah. I get it. I really really do. And even though I gave you the go ahead when I arrived, I’m afraid you both still need to be punished.”

Shock erupted on their faces as they asked what he could possibly mean by ‘punished’. Chester knew that his newly acquired bravado and confidence would be an abnormal demeanor for his employees to see in him if they weren’t magically fucked into accepting everything he did or said. But how could he not feel powerful when he knew everyone that works at his company would no longer find anything he does or anything he tells them to do abnormal? These two men were now his playthings. And boy, did he want to play.

“Well, bad boys need to learn how to do their work without allowing distractions. So, as punishment, I think you’ll both agree that it’s fair that neither of you are allowed to wear clothing at work any longer. Bad boys don’t get clothes. You have to earn them. Beyond that, there can be no distractions at all, so nothing that could possibly distract you, including your own clothing, is allowed.”

Sighing, Lance and Danny agreed as the two of them slowly began stripping out of their dress clothes in front of their also nude boss. Chester couldn’t believe how intoxicated he felt watching the two men he’d never truly allowed himself to find attractive strip right in front of him.

Lance had a reasonable amount of hair on his chest and large belly being revealed as he pulled his polo over his head. Danny, however, had an incredibly furry chest slowly revealing itself beneath the short-sleeved button-up he was wearing. He truly was a lithe, sexy otter that gay men would drool over. What a waste on women he was, Chester thought.

As the two removed their socks, shoes, and pants, Chester was happy to note that they didn’t waste a moment in releasing their cocks. This wasn’t a strip show for them; it was a punishment that they knew they deserved. So as the now barefoot straight men pushed down their pants, they took the underwear with them, revealing the cocks that, until Jason a few moments ago, only ever hardened for women.

Chester was shocked to discover how much it turned him on to see his straight employees now knowing they never would have been in a gay situation like this in their right minds. The restraint he’d try to utilize for years to keep himself from finding heterosexual men attractive to protect himself collapsed entirely seeing the hetero cocks on the two exclusively pussy-fucking men in front of him.

Lance’s was rather small now that it wasn’t hard, clearly no longer affected by Jason’s patently irresistible body. Hopefully, Chester thought, the man was a grower. A small patch of curly light brown hair adorned the area around the straight man’s shaft and hairy balls dangled slightly below. All in all, he had what could be consider a ‘cute’ cut cock nestled on his scrotum, less than two inches with an inviting pink head. The small ‘dad belly’ on Lance only enhanced the appealing quality of his manhood. Chester made a mental note of ensuring Lance had only had his cock played with by his wife…he hoped that was the case. Oh, how sexy it would be to play with it knowing that.

Danny, too, seemed to be soft after the work out his straight dick had this morning. But Danny, unlike his older partner, was still insanely long. He was already a shower and Chester’s mouth watered at the sight. A long, smooth, ivory shaft attached to an uncut foreskin with the slightest amount of an angry purple head poking through swayed with his movement about six inches from where the alabaster white skin of his base disappeared in a forest of dark black, course pubes. His balls, too, drooped quite a bit down, covered in black hairs twisting and twirling on the fleshy pink sacs. Large globes joined in the sway, practically hypnotizing Chester with the need to grope Danny like the young stud had done to Jason earlier.

“There, Chester. We’re naked. Can we get back to work now? We’ll try to stay focused,” Lance said, rolling his eyes as he placed his hand on his hip. Chester always did feel like he had a bit more of a bad attitude, even in this porn-like fantasy situation where nudity was an acceptable punishment for distracted workers.

“Yeah, um, sir. We’re sorry. Honestly, we didn’t mean to get so distracted for so long. Honest,” Danny pleaded, letting his brown eyes sparkle as he subconsciously started readjusting his hanging balls causing his large genitals to begin swaying even more.

Chester glared back, scheming his next step in enjoying toying with the unfortunate straight men that he was using as a stand in for his years of discomfort in this heteronormative society, “I don’t know boys. I bet you both feel a lot of shame, don’t you? You wasted the company’s time and disappointed me. So you are both feeling such a large amount of shame and guilt, aren’t you? You feel more ashamed and guilty than you’ve felt about anything in your life. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Hopefully, to Chester, the way in which he’d worded that first wish could work here. He’d just busted out a stream of conscious wish to get Jason here and have all his coworkers accept that…but he knew that he’d ensured they’d ‘obey’ him. He hoped that meant they’d have to obey commands that affected their emotions as well.

The shift in the faces of Lance and Danny were all the confirmation he needed that the serendipitous inclusion of his control over his coworkers not only extended to direct commands, but to emotional control. The thick, leaking chode throbbed between Chester’s legs as he thought about how far he can go with his new toys.

Lance’s begging blue eyes shifted into apologetic, downturned spheres, emphasizing how badly he felt after Chester told him to, “Oh damn, sir. I feel absolutely horrible that we weren’t working and were wasting company time. Please, sir, forgive us. We’ll definitely work harder to make up for the lost time. Right, Danny? Seriously, I’ve never felt worse. We shouldn’t have wasted company time just to feel up a slut.”

Chester smirked even wider, having never seen or heard Lance so much as admit to a mistake as Danny continued, “Oh, gosh sir, yeah. There’s no excuse. Look, we’ll get back to work. Honestly, we meant no harm. My heart is aching with guilt. Please, sir, just let us know what I can do to make it up to you and the company.”

“No, no,” Chester interjected, taking a seat on a ratty couch his previous boss had brought into the mailroom for a space to sit and relax on less busy days. The insidious next step making Chester so horny that he needed to rest in preparation for what was about to occur.

“I’m not entirely sure you all understand what this means. The guilt and shame has an added affect that is completely beyond you’re control. You’re feeling more shame and guilt than you’ve ever felt before.

“But I think you both know full well that feeling shame and guilt is your biggest fetish. That shame and that guilt turns you on like nothing else can. More than nude women, more than fucking, more than tits or asses. Guilt and shame turns you on so fucking much. So let me see how much shame and guilt you actually feel while you both just stand there a moment.”

The two straight men’s sad eyes shifted into shock as the truth seemed to register within them. Chester, for his part, started lightly stroking the sides of his wide cock, seeing his two subordinate’s genitals begin to twitch. The shame he’d forced on them was now quite obviously turning them on.

“Holy crap, I feel so so so bad, sir. So guilty. Guiltier than, oh fuck, I’ve ever felt…” Lance moaned, his cock throbbing as it grew and grew, doubling in size in only a few seconds.

“Mmmm…so guilty, yeah, we’re so naughty,” Danny said, his cock not necessarily growing much length-wise, but clearly thickening as the sagging flesh began rising while bouncing and rising more while bouncing more, indicating just how much his shame was turning him on. Clearly, however, with his bulbous purple head beginning to break free for its foreskin covered prison proved that the monster could grow a bit longer.

“So much shame and guilt. How dare the two of you steal company time! How utterly shameful. You must both feel unbelievably guilty,” Chester taunted, continuing to stroke the sides of his chubby dick lightly, keeping it nice and hard.

“Yeah…we were so out of line, sir. Damn, I feel awful about it. Honestly…” Danny groaned, his now fully hardened cock practically defying gravity and throbbing poking straight up. It bounced on the flat hairy belly of the young man, pointing up towards his sad eyes and open, moaning mouth. It was only slightly longer than it had been when soft, but much thicker now, Chester noticed excitedly. Despite not touching it, the huge, smooth glans leaked a clear fluid that ran down his foreskin and pale column in a stream.

Lance, too, had quite a sizable erection. He’d truly been a grower, now having a rod pointing straight out his body form his body about 7 inches. It, too, bounced excitedly as the married father let out a groan and, without moving from the spot, seemed to start lightly thrusting his hips forward unconsciously.

“Holy crap, sir. I’m feeling so fucking guilty right now. I feel awful…can, can I work. And, uh, maybe masturbate? Fuck, so much shame…asking my own boss to masturbate…that makes me feel so fucking pathetic and shameful…” Lance whined.

“Holy shit, yeah, can I masturbate too? So shameful to want to jerk it at work with my male coworker and boss watching. Please, sir, let me jerk off at…oh fuck, I’m so turned on. I feel so disturbing!” Danny moaned, his entire body shaking from lust while he was forced to stand still at Chester’s command.

Chester scowled in a mocking tone, “I don’t know boys. I’m very disappointed. But I think I know what could make it better. And it would be so shameful…”

The two men gazed with undivided attention at their nude boss sitting on the couch where they’d spent countless hours shooting the shit and chatting about hot chicks, family vacations, and their normal family drama. They’d never been more horny as the words ‘it would be so shameful’ made them intensely interested in whatever their fat, gay boss said next.

“You both want to make it up to me desperately. The best way for you to do it is to climb over my knees, your breeder asses on full display, so I can spank you. Think about that. How shameful it is that you straight boys will willingly bend over your gay bosses knees so he can slap your asses nice and hard.”

Chester saw Lance’s cock drip a particularly large amount of pre as his cock waggled up and down as if nodding in agreement with everything it had just heard. Danny’s, too, was a faucet of thin, clear fluid waterfalling down the hard cock that was pointing directly up at him.

“Oh fuck, sir…mmmm…please, yes. Please spank me. Please. I deserve it…hmmm…” Danny moaned.

“Please,” was all Lance could mutter, looking shell-shocked at how horny the thought of Chester smacking his ass was making him.

“I suppose I could let you disgusting little perverts hop on me and let me smack your asses a bit. Especially if you feel like it would make up for all that time you wasted this morning,” Chester gloated, “Come on over here Lance. Age before beauty, after all.”

Looking simultaneously more eager and more disgusted with himself than Chester could ever recall a person appearing, Lance zombie-walked towards his nude boss, and reached over him to support himself as he lowered his exposed body down onto the thighs of his boss. The feel of the thick took sliding between his thick thighs was unbelievably erotic to Chester, even more-so than his own chode rubbing against the husband and father’s side.

“Please, Chester,” Lance whimpered as he relaxed into the thick thighs, flexing the smooth ass checks on display before the lecherous man.

“I say you get one big smack per hour you wasted, that sound fair?” Chester asked, receiving a small affirmative whine in response.

Chester raised his hand, “One!” he shouted as his hand forcefully smacked the center of the fatty right cheek, allowing only a small ‘ungh’ noise to release from the formerly uptight father.

“Two,” another small grunt as Chester could see a red imprint forming in the shape of his hand on the pale skin.

“Just one more. Bet your fucked up fetish wishes I’d spank you even more, right Lancey?”

A long groan and a wetness spurting from the hard cock nestled between his thighs was all the affirmation Chester needed, “And three!”

Chester smacked, full force, down on the left check, knowing the outline of his hand would likely remain on his happily married employees cheek for the next day.

“Now Danny’s turn. As you stand over there and watch me spank Danny and feeling all that shame still lingering, think about what your plans after work are tonight. All three of us may need to make some changes in those plans…”

A small ‘yes sir’ escaped Lance’s lips as Danny sauntered over to replace him in position on the lap. The pulsating hard cock was forced to smash onto the top of Chester’s right thigh, the hardness feeling intoxicating next to the abdominal hair tickling his skin.

The young man settled in as Chester raised his hand, hungrily eyeing the pert, hairy butt practically bending upwards, begging for him to spank them, “One!”

Smack!

“Two!”

Smack!

“And three!”

A pool of precum drizzled onto his leg as Danny squirmed beneath him, likely more turned on than the young man had ever been before, feeling so much shame at ‘needing’ to be spanked by his old, ugly gay boss.

“There. The two of you have made headway in making up for the shameful display from this morning. But, now that you’ve had a moment to think, let me know what you two have planned for tonight. Danny?” Chester asked as he stood up, hard thick meat still poking a few inches outward.

“Well, I have a date with my girlfriend Cyndi. Date night is Wednesday night every week because of her work and my class schedule.”

“Okay. And you, Lance?”

“My middle child has her choir concert tonight. So my wife and our two other kids were going to see her perform. She’s been working on her solo for months and she’s very excited; as are we.”

Chester gave a smile reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat, “Well, both you know you need to cancel those plans immediately. Call your significant others and get out of the stupid plans you both don’t care about at all anymore. The shame you feel is far too great to just let it end with a spanking. Both of you, as soon as I leave you, call your significant others and make some excuse to bail on those plans. I don’t care what you say and neither do you two. The only thing that you’re concerned about now is that you both want to make it all up to me and continue wallowing in your guilt all day as you work. And then, after work, the two of you will eagerly accompany me home to serve me tonight to make up for the time you wasted today. Just imagine how much guilt you’ll feel having to cancel important plans with your loved one. You both willing to do what I just commanded?”

The two nodded eagerly nodded, cocks still hard as steel, bobbing as they dove towards their discarded clothes and reaching for their phones. Chester, supremely satisfied with his two guilty-ridden slaves, gleefully strode into his office where the main course, Jason, was busy still working on his countless files and organizing them.

“Well, slut, I’d say you’ve wasted so much of Lance’s and Danny’s time today,” Chester said as he crept up behind the scantily clad PA and reached around, grabbing at his damp bulge, “But you’ve barely had a moment to waste mine.”

The loud moan escaping from the already hardening assistants’ mouth was all the approval Chester needed as he continued grinding into the young man, his chode pushed tantalizingly against the contained hole Chester craved to fuck.

With excited fingers, Chester began to slowly push down the cum-drenched short shorts and small thong wedged between the pert cheeks so his dick could mash against the hungry hole Chester had longed for for years at this point.

Still moaning, Jason suddenly shook his head as if waking up and turned his horned out face around to look at what Chester was doing. Chester smirked, confident that this could be the moment he penetrated the man of his years-long fixation.

To his surprise, however, Jason pushed the cock away from his nearly exposed hole and pulled his pants back up quickly.

Turning, Jason didn’t remove Chester’s hands from him but placed them on the wet bulge at his front, “Mr. Schills, I love how you grope and molest me, but I’m still married. No penetration. I love Bryan so no sex or cheating. But please, get a little bit more cum out of my exhausted balls. It feels so fucking good to be your cum dumpster.”

Shocked, Chester did begin fondling the encased genitals. He couldn’t believe that despite his powerful wishes, the magic the entity gave him, and Jason’s immeasurable desire to be groped and humiliated, there was still a line Jason was holding in commitment to his husband.

“I take it if there’s no fucking, there’s no blowjobs or rimjobs either, you insatiable little slut?” Chester asked, grinding the moist mooseknuckle Jason had placed in his hand.

“No, Sir. I’m sorry. I’m devoted entirely…mmmm…fuck…to my husband. I love him more than anyone or anything…fuck that feels good,” Jason moaned, placing his hands on Chester’s shoulders for stability as his knees weakened.

Chester just smirked and gave the protrusion a particularly hard squeeze.

“For now,” he mumbled to himself, sure that Jason couldn’t hear him over the sexual groans of pleasure Chester was forcing out of him.

Across town, Bryan was sitting in the apartment he shared with the love of his life, motionless, still shocked at what occurred that morning. He couldn’t believe his straight elderly neighbor had groped and belittled his husband right in front of him. He couldn’t process that his wife smiled on, encouraging her husband of decades to continue.

And he couldn’t process what Jason could possibly be thinking acting the way he’d been acting these past few days.

Last week, they’d been a normal couple; successful, comfortable, madly in love. And now, his partner was acting like some perverted whore…dressing like a slut and demanding to be treated like meat.

Bryan teared up wondering where the tender, loving partner from just two nights ago had gone? Everything seemed so different…and then, as he sat there pondering it all, he slowly crept into a listless slumber as the weariness of everything he’d been feeling overwhelmed him.

And suddenly, there was Jason standing before him. Nothing else surrounded them but darkness. Bryan reached out, trying to grab the outstretched hand of his lover as, quite suddenly, he saw the clothes Jason had been wearing were ripped off by some unseen force.

Bryan recoiled slightly, seeing his sexy partner standing there, confused by what had just happened and looking down at his naked body. He tried to speak to his lover, but no words formed; Jason, too, appeared to be attempting to speak with no sound coming from his moving mouth.

Then, shocking Bryan, he saw a pair of pudgy hands reaching out from the darkness behind Jason as a faint pink light sparkled into existence and began encircling Jason’s head. The hands grew closer as Jason began looking at the increasingly bright orb, a look of fear on his face.

Bryan tried to move towards his scared love, but was unable to, as if cemented to the spot. Looking down and grabbing his legs, he tried to pry them from the ground, unable to lift them at all as he struggled to move even a millimeter. Panicked, he looked back up, seeing a second and third faint orb had appeared around the slightly calmer looking face of his partner. One was a fully formed yellow light and the other a dim green.

Confused, Bryan continued to watch as the green brightened as a red one formed once the green reached its peak. Then a purple…then a blue one. At this point, the hands that had been reaching were nearly on Jason’s shoulders, uneasily long arms stretching backwards into the darkness, while Jason’s face had twisted into one that appeared practically braindead. A small smile formed on his face as his eyes reflected the colorful lights from them. Bryan felt as though, somehow, those lights were hypnotizing him. He wasn’t sure how or why or what it all meant, but just as the hands reached and firmly grasped his lover’s shoulders, a white orb filled the gap between the blue one and the first pink one.

The fingers began to lightly fondle the muscular shoulders that Bryan had so loved to pull into him and kiss and massage as the seven orbs continued to rotate around Jason’s head like strange moons while his eyes sparkled with the random colors, now devoid of all personality or thought.

As Bryan renewed his struggle to move to his partner so he could try to help wake him up from this trance, the large hands started moving again, this time the arms attached to them seemingly able to bend and twist like rubber as the large fingers molested Jason’s pecs and abs and legs and arms and neck and feet, the fingers crawling along like spiders. All the while, Jason’s cock hardened, responding to the machinations of the hands violating every part of the man he loved.

Eventually, he saw the cock reach its limit and, dumbfounded, Bryan saw it explode with a small amount of cum at his feet. After a meager supply emptied on the ground beneath him, the cock rested for a moment, before spewing another slightly larger load that shot a few inches farther.

That repeated, increasing the amount and distance the of thick, white spunk each time, all the while, Jason gazed forward, immobile, completely lost in the colorful spheres shining meekly in the darkness as they continued their orbit around the head of the man he loved more than anyone else.

Again, the cock Bryan loved to pleasure came, more cum, now creating a large puddle beneath him, but this time shooting quite a bit farther than the previous. The thick white sploodge rested about two feet from Bryan, Jason only about six feet away himself.

Reaching out, Bryan tried to lean towards his partner, arm outstretched, as his partner’s dazed eyes failed to process anything other than the lights around his head. Another load launched from his cock, an inhuman amount that shot the full six feet and landed on Bryan’s shoes.

Shocked, Bryan looked down to see it resting on his black shoes, highlighting the wet seminal fluid against the dark fabric. While staring, another load launched across the room like a fire hydrant, this time seemingly a gallon of semen completely drenching Bryan’s shirt. The small cock wobbled as Bryan brought his attention to the unbelievable amount of manjuice his partner was producing in response to the hands or the orbs or both.

Then, the first sound Bryan had heard entered his ears. Jason’s loud grunt was the only warning he had as he saw the cock on his soul mate convulse intensely as white thickness shot directly at Bryan. Without stopping, it continued spraying cum as if it were a depraved water hose, and somehow, that arch of the pleasurable substance made its way directly onto Bryan’s face.

Feeling as though he was being waterboarded by his own husbands cum, he thrashed, trying to escape it, but he couldn’t. He was glued to the spot and even while he moved around, the cum seemed to know exactly where he’d go. The thick goo was covering his face, getting in his nostrils, his mouth, his ears and wouldn’t stop. Breathing became difficult as his mouth filled with the batter. He tried to block the spray with his hands, but fluid continued to reach his face somehow. He grunted, snarled, tried to scream, but nothing was stopping the endless supply of cum reaching his face until…

“Babe!! Wake up!!”

Waking up and feeling the moisture of his sweat all over his body, Bryan lurched forward, almost smacking heads with his partner.

Bryan looked around, trying to locate the dark space he was in just moments ago…looking for the wet evidence of the endless spunk his partner had just sprayed on his face…but realized he was in his apartment, on his couch, being grasped on the shoulders by Jason just as the pudgy hands had done to his husband in his nightmare.

“It was just a dream, babe. I got home from work and saw you tossing and turning on the couch. It looked like you were having quite a nightmare! Are you okay? What happened?” Jason said, looking down on him with love in his eyes.

Bryan sighed, bringing his hands to his eyes, half expecting to have to wipe away an insane amount of cum from them, but feeling nothing but his own clammy skin. He wiped the sweat away as he lied, “I can’t remember.”

“Oh, babe,” Jason said as he eased his way behind Bryan’s back while he rubbed at his partners shoulders a bit, “I’m sorry. It looked like quite a nightmare. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Bryan scoffed slightly, thinking the room smelled of sex but unsure if it was a lingering aftershock of his dream, “Well, you can, um, explain what’s been going on for starters.”

Shaking off Jason’s hands and bringing his feet down in front of him to sit next to his partner, Bryan got his first look of all of Jason, and he was nothing short of dumbfounded.

Jason was sitting there, still in the miniscule amount of clothing he’d been in when he went to work that morning. But now, he was drenched. His face, chest, arms, and legs looked as though they were glistening with some kind of fluid. Meanwhile, his short shorts and tiny shirt were completely damp. The smell that invaded Bryan’s nose gave away exactly what his lover was covered in, proving he hadn’t imagined the semen stench.

“What. The. Fuck, Jason?!” Bryan shouted, standing up suddenly.

Jason, looking shocked at the sudden outburst, responded, “What, babe?”

Bryan was dumbfounded. How could his husband seriously not understand what was wrong with all of this?

“I’m…I can’t…Jase…this is all just…fuck!” Bryan exclaimed, pacing around the room, unable to maintain eye contact with his cum-covered soul mate.

“Bry. Seriously, I’m not sure what’s wrong. I love you, babe, but you’re the one that has been acting weird lately.”

Bryan stopped pacing and stared right into the blue eyes he loved so much, “Me? I’m acting weird? What?!”

“Look, I know it’s a big change that I switched my career so suddenly. But that’s not an excuse for you to be upset with me. All I want to do is to be the best personal assistant I can be and it seems as though you keep getting angry with me just for existing. While I appreciate and love you endlessly for supporting me in my career change, I can’t have you judging me for it.”

Bryan was speechless for a moment, “You, uh, you think I’m upset because you changed jobs?”

“Well, yeah. What else could you be upset with?”

Bryan looked at Jason, noticing for the first time that there was a dried glob of cum that had dripped down his sideburn by his right ear.

“Jason,” Bryan started, trying desperately to remain calm, “You are covered in cum and dressed like a rent boy.”

Jason looked down at his own body and then back up at his husband, “Jase…this is just a new style I’m trying out. And you, of all people, should know how much I love being covered in my own cum. We’ve been married for years. Beyond all that, I’m still completely devoted to you! Mr. Schills even tried to fuck me today and I turned down those advances! I’m not interested sexually in anyone other than you.”

Bryan stood there, shaking his head and feeling as if he’d gone crazy and couldn’t believe what he was hearing or seeing. His cum covered, scantily clad soul mate was trying to argue that since he’d declined an offer from his boss for sex, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. All while he clearly was groped, molested, and forced to cum all over himself over and over again.

Bryan sighed, gazed at the blue eyes he loved so dearly, and monotoned, “Look, Jase. I can’t handle this. I’m going out for a walk. I’ll be back later. This is all just too much right now.”

With that, Bryan stormed out while glancing at the clock above their front door seeing it was now 6:15pm, the nightmare of himself covered in his partners cum he’d had only five minutes prior faded completely from his mind, replaced by the reality of Jason actually being covered from head to toe in his own spunk. With a quick glance back, he saw his nearly nude husband staring back as though he was behaving ridiculously. Bryan felt a renewed anger as he slammed the door, still loving his husband, but knowing he needed to figure out how to help him.

Chester, too, took a quick look at the clock as he entered his large apartment with a spring in his step, seeing the clock glow a pale 6:15 from across the room. Behind him, Lance and Danny followed closely, both looking disheveled in the clothing Chester had forced them to quickly put back on when they left work slightly early. The entire day and drive home, which Chester had convinced the two guilty-ridden subordinates of riding with him and abandoning their own cars, Lance and Danny expressed how badly they felt not only about the wasted time that morning, but having to cancel their plans with their loved ones. They whined as they thrusted and played with their hard cocks that their respective partners were less than thrilled with them canceling on them; Lance seemed particularly broken up about missing his daughter’s choir performance.

That is until Chester reminded him just how shameful it was that he’d rather go to his own boss’s home to serve him for the evening than see his own offspring perform a solo she was so excited to show him. The guilt Chester knew he’d felt was obvious when the giant mooseknuckle in his pants tented out in the passenger seat next to him. With a quick statement he knew his employee wouldn’t be able to decline, he had the straight father actively rubbing at his erection through his pants and moaning while being commanded to think about how disappointed his own child was in him.

Now, entering their boss’s home for the first time in their lives, the two straight men instantly stripped nude as Chester had instructed on the drive home.

“How disgusting is it that the two of you straight guys are getting nude at your gay boss’s place. Missing your scheduled date night with your girlfriend and the important concert of your own daughter, all because you couldn’t stop molesting your male coworker and just do your work in a timely manner. What pathetic little assholes,” Chester chided, making his way over to his computer chair.

“Mmmm…God, I’m pathetic. I feel so awful. My girlfriend was so fucking disappointed…so hot…so shameful,” Danny moaned, his cock already pointing ramrod straight upwards yet again.

“I’m a horrible father. I feel so bad. Why? Why would I do this to my little girl? My…mmm…holy shit I’m so horny…my wife, I saw she’d texted back…she’s so mad at me for…this…this is…I am absolutely pathetic,” Lance whined miserably, cock leaking its’ pre like a fountain as proof of his shame.

Chester chuckled as words began appearing on his computer, “You losers get to work. You know what we talked about. Get to cleaning. You want to feel the shame of cleaning a gay man’s home while hard and horny.”

The two men agreed, getting to work as their hard cocks bobbled and burped up precum as Chester read the words before him.

You’re truly giving into your baser desires, aren’t you, Chester? Really exploring the power we gave you; even if you received some of it unintentionally.

“Hell yeah, I am. I didn’t realize merely mentioning a few words without really even thinking about it would cause my coworkers to completely obey everything I tell them, right down to how to feel! Kinda sensed the control with Melissa in HR. But then when Gabe let me cum on his face? I knew I had to control these straight boys. This is amazing!” Chester said, gesturing towards the nude men tidying up the living room.

We enjoy chaos. Especially unintentional chaos. Perhaps tomorrow you can explore your power over those you work with even further. The word ‘obey’ is quite powerful and we didn’t contain its potential in the slightest. Before you spread such intoxicating chaos, however, we’d recommend experimenting with your two guilt-ridden men here. They’ll give you a peak at the level of control and limitations we’ve provided you thus far. And we’re quite eager to see if you satisfy more of us tonight.

Chester released his still hard cock from the fly of his pants and began stroking it. He already knew what his wish was going to be and he only hoped whatever the insanely powerful demons that were giving him these erotic dreams come true would love his next step. He’d decided the moment Jason turned down his desire to fuck him. In the meantime, however, he did think he’d take their advice and experiment a bit, to see the extent of the power he had over his coworkers by playing with his willing male maids.

As the night went on, Chester played with the power he had over his two nude guests while they continued to clean, make him dinner, and whine about how shameful they felt while their cocks betrayed them. He learned that if he told Danny to go tell Lance he was commanding something in another room that Lance would listen to the command. The mere mention that Chester commanded something from even a different person was enough to control them. Chester knew he could send his minions off without him and still ensure he had control over anyone he’d commanded the minion pass on his unignorable commands.

Those commands didn’t stretch all the way into ‘reality bending’ levels. It seemed human comprehension was still something that kept the men incapable of believing things they could see were false with their own eyes. At one point, he’d told Lance to believe Danny was his wife. Lance looked at the nude, overweight man like he was crazy until Chester told both of them that no matter what he suggested to them, at no point could they think he was strange. Instantly, Lance’s eyes had eased up on the confusion giving Chester a light chuckle at the ‘joke’ he’d made about Danny being his wife.

He also tried to make them see things that weren’t there. Chester had tried to convince Lance that his daughter was in the room and that, despite being hard and naked, he’d try to apologize while feeling so turned on by his guilt. No matter how he phrased it, Danny didn’t see the imaginary daughter.

It seemed within his experiments with his mind-fucked stooges, he had control over obeying their emotions, their understanding of their dynamic with Chester, and most of their desires, with some caveats.

Chester couldn’t make them gay. He tried to make Danny find his older coworker attractive, but no matter how he phrased it, Danny kept laughing at the thought. He kept reminding the older man that he only found women attractive. Even with Chester attempting to utilize their new fetish for guilt and shame, Danny still wouldn’t touch Lance in a sexual way; nor did it seem Lance would let him. He couldn’t force a fetishized desire for another man rooted in the shame that turned them on so much.

But, that’s not to say he didn’t have fun. He ensured that Danny and Lance wouldn’t think twice about being naked and showing off their hard cocks. He made them masturbate and cum multiple times. He even convinced them to let him cum on them like he’d done with Gabe. He realized he couldn’t really get the heterosexual men to touch one another in their most intimate regions…unless there was clothing or fabric covering it. Naturally, Chester made sure Lance and Danny groped one another’s underwear clad genitals and asscheeks…while feeling so much guilt for groping another man.

As the night went on, Chester lost himself to the sexual thrill of having a couple heterosexual men at his thrall and, by the time he looked up at the clock with shock, his two controlled breeders were nearly covered in their own and his spunk from head to toe.

“Oh fuck!” he said as he rushed to his computer. Lance and Danny, for their part, just followed him with their eyes as they stroked the others’ underwear containing the rock-hard junk of their counterpart, completely unable to stop groping the other person through the thin layer of fabric while also incapable of viewing anything Chester did as abnormal.

Sitting in his computer chair, he began typing away, shocked he’d let it get to 12:26am before making his next wish.

I wish Jason Fields-Mason was only able to reach orgasm by my touch and that while he was still turned on by being groped constantly, he always imagines it is me doing it while it happens because he is absolutely needy for my touch and smell and that he craves it constantly and wants it constantly and that he can’t get enough of my touch and smell without worrying about why all while all men except Bryan Fields-Mason know it’s perfectly normal for men to grope and grab one another in sexual ways especially on their bare genitals and butts and also at the same time Jason Fields-Mason was able to cum countless times a day without any need to recharge and that I, also, could cum over and over again without need to recharge.

Leaning back, he heard a couple groans from behind him without knowing which of his mind-fucked men were making it, “That seem okay?”

Another of us is, indeed, satiated. We look forward to the fun you will have tomorrow. We only hope you continue to think broadly and inventively. There are several of us awaiting fulfillment through your wishes.

Chester smiled. He only hoped he impressed every one of the magical powers so he could continue with all this fun. And he didn’t even have Jason at his beck and call yet. He hoped the insatiable need for Chester would be enough for Jason to cross the line and let Chester fuck him. He wanted to push him over the edge without forcing him. It was so much better to know his PA was choosing to cheat on his ‘perfect’ partner rather than forcing it…but if this didn’t work, Chester wasn’t above it. Beyond all that, it was immeasurably more fun to slowly change the now cum-soaked slut while driving Bryan mad with confusion.

Bryan deserved his life and relationship to be ruined. Chester felt the jealousy and anger resurface again as Danny moaned with delight behind him. Turning, he, saw the two had wiggled out their cocks through the fly at the front of their underwear and were eagerly giving one another hand jobs now.

Chester smirked, loving that his straight coworkers were now excited to touch the other in their most intimate zones. Walking over, Chester bent down and began to fondle the churning, hairy balls on both the men without a single complaint from either of them.

Feeling more and more powerful and excited each and every day, Chester knew he’d now taken it up a notch for Bryan tomorrow regardless of Jason’s potential cheating.

But first, he wanted to see how many times he could get the straight guys to cum just from the two of them touching one another intimately before bedtime…where they would obviously be forced to sleep over.

Bryan, for his part, stumbled back into his home slightly drunk. He’d spent the evening thinking long and hard about what he needed to do to fix his partner. It was clear, now, that there was some level of psychotic break within him. Perhaps due to marrying him rather young and not truly being able to sow his wild oats. As a result, Bryan had come up with a plan over his third beer of the evening that would hopefully repair their relationship and build upon the love he was unwilling and unable to stop feeling for his man.

Jason was still sitting on the couch where Bryan had left him several hours prior. He’d since showered but was now wearing nothing but a small green and yellow striped thong that Bryan wasn’t sure he’d owned before. The clothing from this morning, too, Bryan suddenly realized, seemed to have been entirely new.

Shoving the idea that Jason had somehow purchased an entirely new wardrobe in the past 24 hours or so out of his mind, Bryan waved at his love meekly with slight embarrassment.

Jason, waving back slowly, stood up. Allowing a moment to pass between the two, Jason lunged forward and grabbed his husband tenderly in his arms, “Bryan, I’m sorry. I don’t know what is happening between the two of us but you need to know that no matter what is going on with you or me, I love you fully. I’m not sure what I can do consider how much I love my job and I really can’t leave it but I swear…”

“Shhh,” Bryan hushed him, pulling away from him but bringing his hands down to his lover’s hips, “I know. I love you too. Forever and always. And I think I know what’s going on.”

Walking towards the couch yet again and grabbing Jason’s hand along the way, leading him to sit next to him, Bryan continued as they got comfortable, noticing that his husband did, in fact, look quite strikingly sexy in the skimpy underwear, “Jase. I think you’re young. I think you didn’t get a good opportunity to explore your sexuality much before we dated. And I think you’re in need of a bit more than what I can provide right now.”

“Bry, no, I…”

“Please let me finish. I’m doing this for us. I want you to know that I support whatever you need to do to be comfortable in your skin because you are my soul mate. I’m going to let you do that. So, let’s open up our relationship. I’ll attempt to keep my jealousy in check as you explore your needs. I’m not interested in anyone but you but I understand that you have your own needs and desires. So out of respect for you, I will let you dress how you need to to express yourself and I’ll turn the other way when and if you want to be sexual with other people.”

A moment of silence fell between the two of them as Jason began rubbing Bryan’s thigh. Having been looking down at his feet while announcing his solution out of discomfort, Bryan took the contact as a sign his partner supported his suggestion.

Looking back up into his man’s gorgeous blue eyes, Bryan let Jason respond, “I love you, babe. You know that. I don’t particularly think we need this to be open, but I do love you even more for trying to make this work. I love you. Truly. Unconditionally.”

Bryan leaned in and gave his partner a kiss. Jason, kissing back, began rubbing down Bryan’s back. Responding in kind, Bryan began stroking at the nude, smooth, muscular back of his partner, frustrated that his cock wasn’t hardening despite seeing Jason’s doing just that within the tiny fabric weakly containing it.

Ignoring his own limp dick, Bryan eased himself on top of Jason, pushing him onto his back and pulling his legs up onto the couch beneath them. He ripped his shirt off, letting Jason’s hands grope at his hairy chest and pinching his nipples, an action that had usually caused an instant erection. Despite his soft cock being completely unresponsive, Bryan continued stripping, ripping off his socks, pants and underwear and mounting his partner yet again.

Jason moaned, looking a little confused as the soft cock rubbed up against his rock-hard tool that Bryan released from his thong. Paying no mind to the strange look on his partner’s face, Bryan leaned down, smashing his face into him and tonguing his mouth eagerly. Jason responded in kind, feeling every part of his rugged, hairy, masculine partner. Bryan, too, began to grope all of his smaller lover; his ass, his back, his arms, his pits, his nape, his cock, his balls…

In the heat of it all, Jason began moaning and begging Bryan to continue, “More, yes…more please…yes. Mmmm…so hot…call me cum dumpster. Touch me everywhere!”

Half-heartedly, Bryan responded as he pulled his lips off Jason, “You’re a cum dumpster,” not truly feeling the kinky need his partner had but trying to fulfill his new desire as best he could.

“Yeah I am. Mmm…fuck yeah. Please, feel me more. I’m your cum dumpster. You smell so raw. You feel so chubby. God, your flab and your stink and your thick, small meat and your balding head and your short body and mmm…God yes!”

Bryan pulled back slightly, unsure what this fantasy his partner was imagining could be as none of what he was saying seemed to apply to him but loving that he was making his partner feel so amazing, he continued groping and humping, his useless cock smashed against his man’s hard meat and fit hips.

“God yeah, this is so fucking hot. I want you so bad…fuuuuuck yeah…mmmm…oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Chesterrrrrr!”

Bryan pushed himself off his partner about to question why in the hell he was calling him by his boss’s name but the hard cock between them began spraying an ungodly amount of precum. A practical lake of fluids dribbled from the rock-hard cock between them. Jason continued panting, clearly wanting release, but nothing beyond a never-ending torrent of clear fluid leaked from the angry red cock head. A practically inhumane amount of pre-seminal fluids was pooling at the lower belly and upper pubes of his lover.

“Mmmm…Chester…fuck…Chester…holy more more more!” Jason shouted, grabbing Bryan’s hands and pushing them down towards the sticky, leaking cock. Bryan struggled slightly, resisting the force, but Jason was a man possessed and he couldn’t help but be pulled off balance slightly. The sudden shift in weight caused the bearded man to fall face first onto the large amount of wetness. Bryan let out a small shout of shock as he felt the dick leakage mat itself into his beard, tasting on his lips and feeling a burn as it got into his surprised eyes. Nearly sneezing as he felt some leak into his nostrils, Bryan picked his head up suddenly.

“Jase…what…?” Bryan muffled, Jason’s hands now behind his head, forcing his husband to soak in the liquid. Bryan’s hands continued to try to push himself off by groping at random parts of Jason’s body, to no avail. Forcing his head back into the puddle, Bryan muffled into the drenched lower abdomen that was continually being re-matted with a seemingly endless amount of pre from the flesh faucet that wouldn’t or couldn’t stop spewing fluid.

And then, quite suddenly, Bryan remembered the nightmare he’d had earlier that day as his mind shut off for a moment as a new gushing glob of salty pre-jizz spewed itself onto his open lips from the cockhead being pressed against his face. All Bryan could do was give into the pressure Jason was forcing on him, feeling both confused and terrified of what was happening to him and his perfect relationship with his partner.

“Oh…fuck…I need to cum…fuuuuuck…Chesterrrrrrrrr…” Bryan heard as he allowed his fried brain to shut off, slowly feeling himself slip into derealization as Jason continued moaning and thrusting his leaking cock against him endlessly. As the room began to fade, as a coping mechanism, Bryan couldn’t help but feel repulsed by the wet erection on his beloved, seemingly incapable of reaching an orgasm that Jason clearly craved.

Chester awoke to an altogether new feeling for him: contact from other people as his consciousness returned.

Lance, on his right, was drooling on a pillow as he snored lightly, the married man’s small belly rubbing against his own with every breath. Danny was on his left, head resting on a pillow and arm draped over Chester’s larger form lazily. He began stirring slightly, showing Chester that the young man appeared to be dreaming. Both were naked, their cocks still hard and throbbing. Chester felt Danny’s monster poking into his backside and Lance’s jabbing into his thigh. Chester’s own chode prodded up against the thick thighs of Lance.

His heart nearly burst imagining this was Jason. He knew he was trying to build his way towards that dream slowly and trying not to dive right in. It was hard not to just make his next wish one in which his obsession was now obsessed with him.

But Chester wanted to make these changes count and most definitely wanted Bryan to feel himself losing the man that Chester would take more and more as each day passed. After Sunday, Chester would have Jason forever. No sense in rushing the fun when he’d waited years for this. A few days more messing with Bryan would be worth it. And he had all his coworker’s magically needing to ‘obey’ him, so it’s not like Chester would be lonely in the meantime.

Just then, Lance jumped suddenly and lurched upright, “Getawaynonono!” he shouted suddenly. The sudden loud noise woke up Danny too, launching himself upright, removing the arm that had been cradling his boss.

“My, my! You must have had quite a nightmare!” Chester laughed, slapping the bare skin on Lance’s back as the thirty-something married father of three turned to look at his overweight bedmate. His eyes glared slightly for a moment before a look of utter horniness overwhelmed him.

“Fuck. I slept with two men. Why didn’t I go home? I’m married. I’m a father. I never… I’d never…no…God I feel even worse than I did yesterday… why… how… mmmm… fuuuuuck I’m so fucking horny!” Lance cried as he grabbed his cock and started jerking himself off while leaning back next to Chester.

Chester grabbed his own hard chode and turned to Danny, who he saw looking confused and horny himself, “While Lance deals with his needs, you’re going to go make us all breakfast Danny. Feel free to feel the shame of sleeping with me as well while you do.”

Quickly standing up while his cock wobbled back and forth and aggressively pointed upwards, Danny hurried off to the kitchen of the apartment he’d spent the previous evening cleaning, unknowingly experimenting with the power Chester had over him. He was now sleeping in the same bed as two other men for the first time in his life, his hairy ass on his scrawnier form jiggling along the way. Chester ignored him as he exited, looking over at the lightly hairy chested married man next to him groping and fondling his own genitals enthusiastically.

“Ooooh God, I’m pathetic. My wife is probably so pissed I…missed the concert…and didn’t come home…fuck…God I can’t stand my…myself…fuuuuuuuck,” Lance shouted as his cock burst with cum, splaying across his lightly dusted dad belly and pooled inside his belly button and slowly dripped down his sides as more and more cum accumulated.

Lance panted a bit, still holding onto his softening cock as Chester laughed and eased himself over the other side of the bed. Chester glanced back, seeing Lance lie motionless on his bed, staring up at the ceiling looking shell-shocked as if he couldn’t believe this is where he was and this is what he was doing.

Chester gave a loud chuckle seeing how uncomfortable Lance was. “If it makes you feel any better, Lancey, we didn’t have sex. You merely ground your hard cock into your gay boss all night as you moaned in your sleep. Almost like you loved shoving your manhood into another man.”

It was true, unfortunately, that the two straight men, despite feeling as though it was normal for Chester and the two of them to grope one another’s genitals and ass cheeks, neither of them allowed Chester the chance to fuck or blow them. They two of them didn’t flinch when Chester moved their own hands to his stubby cock and flabby ass; so he did get to enjoy the strong, powerful, breeder hands squeezing at his privates. Chester had kicked himself slightly, angry that he’d phrased his wish poorly again, limiting the reach of his sexual power over heterosexual men.

But Jason was gay…so maybe…just maybe…

Smirking as he saw Lance reach for his already re-hardening dick, a low regretful moan escaped from the DILF as Chester left him to his shame in the bedroom. Slowly walking down the much longer hallway in the huge apartment that Chester still hadn’t become accustomed to, he made his way to the computer, hearing Danny working hard in the kitchen.

“Well, seems to me that you’ve given me a lot of control over my coworkers. Mind altering, emotion altering, comfort with groping and grabbing penises and man ass. Still can’t get the breeders to suck or take cock, but I’m sure we can get there eventually. I think today will be a lot of fun for both of us.”

Yes, Chester. We enjoy the corruption you are creating. But do not lose sight of the goal you had from the beginning. Jason Fields-Mason. We know you crave him most of all. We have as much an interest in him as you.

Chester scoffed, “You think that just because I want to fuck over my holier than thou straight coworkers that my prize isn’t at the forefront of my mind? You saw my wish from yesterday. He’s going to be a horny mess craving me.”

Of course. But word to the wise: there are still several more of us to impress and, believe me, you want to impress us all. Or Jason will be the least of your losses.

Chester, feeling more confident than fearful, just smiled, “You said I already impressed two of you. No idea how many of you there are. But I’m sure I can impress you all within the next few days. Especially if you want me focused on Jason.”

Chester waved his blunt torpedo at the computer proudly.

We trust your chaos.

Chester smirked, stood up, and stood in the doorway watching Danny’s hairy ass scooting around the large kitchen. The boy appeared to be focused entirely on making the breakfast Chester commanded him to make, not noticing at all that his fat boss was stroking his cock while watching him.

If he had, Chester was almost positive the hairy otter would have blown his load from shame.

Sneaking forward, Chester grabbed the furry muscled lumps protruding from Danny’s backside, a slight moan escaping the lips of his young mail clerk.

“Today’s gonna be a good day,” Chester moaned into his ear, shoving his hard cock against the shame-filled otter.

Meanwhile, Bryan Fields-Mason shot up in bed unknowingly jarred awake just as Lance had done not long prior in Chester’s apartment. The constant nightmares every time he slept were starting to become expected. This time, however, all he remembered was drowning in a sea of cum that, instinctively, he knew was rushing out of his partner’s cock.

Looking over, Bryan saw his sleeping partner. Jason looked like he was resting so peacefully while his morning wood stretched the limits of the thong Bryan was sure he hadn’t owned prior to yesterday.

Last night had been strange. Well, stranger than the strangeness that had already been occurring. Jason had humped Bryan’s face as his cock leaked endlessly while moaning his boss’s name. Bryan tried to play it off as just a sudden new roleplay kink his partner was developing along with the other drastic changes he’d been going through, but it truly had freaked him out. Why, during their lovemaking…lovemaking that wasn’t even getting Bryan himself hard…was Jason thinking of his fat, older, quite frankly ugly boss? Bryan knew that Jason found him attractive as he’d been his husband of several years. So why would he say ‘Chester’ as he moaned in pleasure, leaking out the entirety of his hydration onto Bryan’s face, the lower half of his body, and their couch?

During the awkward moments after Jason had slowly come down from his horny high, as Bryan finally fought to regain his composure and consciousness against the forceful hand of his partner and stood above the moaning, pre-cum gushing man, Jason merely gasped for breath as if everything that had occurred had only worn him out. When Bryan asked what had gotten into him just then, Jason responded dismissively again by saying he was lost in the moment and felt incredibly horny while Bryan was feeling him up.

And then, as they left the couch to get to bed, realizing how late it had already gotten, Bryan had asked why he’d used the name of his boss so many times when he was in his horny haze. Bryan was hoping Jason had been thinking of a hot guy who was also named Chester that Bryan was unaware of, perhaps a porn star or a past crush. But Jason had said, without any amount of confusion, shame, or hesitancy, that he wasn’t sure. He had just found himself thinking about his portly boss and it ended up being incredibly hot at that moment.

The Jason he knew from years of marriage would never have thought of another man during sex, let alone moan his name or nonchalantly admit thinking about him rather than Bryan himself when asked about it. And, despite acting as though it had been perfectly normal for him, Bryan could tell Jason’s cock was starting to harden yet again…likely reminded of Chester groping him.

Bryan, coming back to the present and gazing back down at his peacefully snoozing partner, continued feeling that confusion, disgust, and, above all, concern for Jason.

Then he took a moment to psych himself up. He knew he needed to remind himself of the commitment he’d made last night to follow Jason down this uncharted, strange road he was on. This was the man he loved. So what if he was becoming abnormally kinky? So what if he found thinking of his overweight boss sexy? So what if he wanted to show off his own sexy body that Bryan couldn’t deny he loved?

Yeah, Bryan decided with conviction. The vows they shared meant he would go on this journey with him. It might freak him out. He might not understand it. But he would be damned if he wasn’t going to stand by his man. The man he loved more than anyone else. The man he had devoted his life to.

And, hopefully, it was all just a short adventurous phase and they’d be back to normal in no time.

So Bryan groggily climbed out of bed and began going through the standard motions he’d done every other morning in his marriage, this time to distract himself and keep his devotion to his loved one. He readied himself in the restroom, made breakfast, ignored the massive amount of skin that Jason had on display yet again after he’d gotten ‘ready for work’, yet another skimpy tube top and even shorter shorts than the jeans from yesterday, all while the two of them had small talk over eggs and bacon. Maintaining an air of comfort around the uncomfortably miniscule amount of clothes covering his partner, Bryan drove them both to work, all the while fiddling with his wedding ring as a reminder to stay calm and accept his partner for who he was in this moment.

Arriving at work, Bryan parked, and Jason climbed out the passenger side, grabbed his hand as he came around the vehicle, and walked in together. They entered the lobby and Jason leaned in, “Love you, babe.”

Bryan smiled, knowing Jason likely had no clue how bothered he still was after their talk last night, “Love you too, babe.”

They shared a small kiss as Bryan headed towards the elevator and Jason walked towards the stairs heading down to the mailroom. As the elevator door closed, Bryan saw Jason say good morning to the security guard at the front desk, who seemed to perk up at the greeting. The last glimpse he had as the door completely closed and started heading upwards was the guard walking around his counter toward his husband. Pushing the idea that the guard was doing anything untoward with his husband, despite feeling a grave suspicion that was the case, Bryan tried to focus on his workday ahead as he felt the elevator lifting him up several stories to his office near the top.

Sighing, he stepped onto his floor, trying to push the insanity that was his partner out of his head and back onto his work.

A few minutes after Bryan had ascended in the elevator, Chester, completely naked as the day he was born, walked in accompanied by his two equally nude straight mail clerks.

He let out a laugh as he saw the sexual display before him. The guard was, in fact, groping and verbally belittling Jason. The guard had his hand shoved down the front of Jason’s barely contained erection, giving the slutty PA a handjob beneath the clothes in earnest.

Chester perked up, loving the new set of skimpy clothes Jason had adorned himself in: a tiny sleeveless white cotton shirt he’d clearly ripped nearly to the nipple to display his belly button, lower pecs, and muscular back almost fully, a tight pair of spandex workout shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and a pair of flip flops highlighting his appealing, masculine feet and toes.

“Fuck me, Chesterrrr…mmm…God I want your hands on me…” Jason was moaning lightly to himself as his eyes remained closed, unaware that the man he was fantasizing about was within earshot.

“You fucking slut. Stop calling me Chester, you fucking braindead whore. My name is Leroy. You best want my big cock all up in you rather than this Chester fool. I know you want my giant dick, floozy. You’re begging for it more than my wife ever has just by dressing this way, slut,” the guard spat as the large protrusion at the front of his uniformed pants was forced into the backside of the fantasizing Jason.

“Sorrrrry, Mr…Leroy….but Chesterrrrrrrrr…”

Chuckling, Chester turned to Lance and Danny, quickly told them to make their way downstairs and get to work ‘or else’ and walked to the man being molested who he’d magically forced to imagine and crave only him.

“I’m here, Jason. Tell me what you want,” Chester announced to the moaning married gay man while his two employees practically sprinted past to appease him.

Eyes flashing open, Jason looked at Chester, a huge wet spot on the front of his black spandex shorts near the tip of the shaft Chester could fully make out down to the veins being imprinted into the fabric, “Holy shit, Chester. I’ve been thinking about…oh God…I need you. I want you. I need you to touch me. I need to smell…holy shit…get the fuck off me now!”

Jason pushed the guard off him, the guard instantly backed off now that he’d disconnected from the man he’d so desperately needed to grope and taunt the moment he’d said good morning to him. Unconcerned that he’d just spent the last few minutes molesting an employee he barely knew, the guard sauntered jovially back to his position, lightly fondling the protrusion at his front.

The seemingly insane young PA grabbed Chester’s wrists and forced his plumb boss’s hands down the front of his pants, allowing Chester access to the throbbing erection without a second thought, “Hnnnnnghhhh…holy mother fucking shiiiiiii!” Jason screamed, his cock erupting with cum the moment Chester’s hand was forced to touch it.

Chester could feel the hard as steel rod pumping out an inordinate amount of spunk, absolutely covering his hand and seeping through the spandex material. Chester kept his hand firmly gripping the veiny flesh as his coworkers entering the building filed in around them, heading towards the elevator and the stairs completely ignoring the gasping man jazzing into his own pants. Neither Jason nor Chester acknowledged the many men and women sauntering lazily into their workday, nor did any of the employees glance at the spasming man groaning loudly as he came in his own pants while his boss held on firmly to his erection.

After a moment or two, Jason fell to his knees before Chester, obviously unable to even keep himself standing due to the intensity of his orgasm. Having lost grip of the sexy man’s dick in the fall, Chester, loving the position the young man was now in, started playing with his styled hair, messing it up and covering it in spunk from his hand as Jason groaned with pleasure.

“Damn, you disgusting little slut! Did you really just cum just from my hand touching you?!” Chester guffawed just before glancing over at Melissa from HR giving Jason a small wave while walking past them. Chester chuckled, loving that his PA’s HR representative would only muster a small greeting while he moaned on the ground, lost in the intensity of an orgasm he had in the lobby of his workplace.

Convulsing before him, Jason could barely make any noises beyond moans, but tried to nod in response while his body shook from the unimaginable pleasure Chester’s first contact had unlocked. Chester knew, without a doubt, Jason had been craving his touch, his smell, his mere presence since last night without thinking it odd in the slightest. Now that he’d barely grazed him with his chubby fingers, the horny build-up for all those hours had been destroyed.

Chester looked down at the horny young man, still loving that his fellow employees at the marketing firm were yawning as they walked by to start their days, completely unphased at the scene of the nearly nude man on his knees before his boss. After a few minutes, the orgasm seemed to subside as Chester helped him back to his feet.

“Come on, slut. It’s time to put you to work now,” Chester commanded, grabbing Jason’s ass and turning him around, guiding him towards the stairs down to the mailroom with a strong grip on the firm cheek.

“Mmmm…yes, sir,” Jason dulcetly intoned like a horned-up hooker with glazed over eyes, leaning into the hand massaging his ass cheek openly.

Chester led the horny man down the stairs, never letting go of the thick fatty ass the entire way, Jason looking like he was on cloud nine now that the man he’d been craving was touching him. Chester even heard the young man inhale deep just next to him, likely getting his first fix of the BO he’d made him desire above all else.

Entering the mailroom, Chester wasted no time as he told Esther to go home, Lance to sit on the lounging couch and play with his balls, Danny to give his coworker a handjob, and his slut PA to follow him into his office.

Sitting at his desk, Chester looked across to the still panting, disheveled man before him. He couldn’t help but get hard looking at how slutty Jason appeared.

“I know what you want right now,” Chester stated calmly.

“Y…yeah?” Jason puttered out meekly.

Chester lifted his left arm, “Get on in there and sniff. Feel free to lick too, boy.”

Seeing Jason’s expression change from shock, to acceptance, to lust in mere seconds was enough to make Chester’s dick spew out a sizable amount of pre. Launching himself across the room, Jason got on his knees, eager to smell the man that he was suddenly so excited to sniff. Chester just chuckled to himself as Jason got to work, his new chore mentally added to his duties, loving how it felt to have this sexy man worshiping his hairy, disgusting pit.

Getting lost to the sensation of the eager tongue, Chester was shocked back to the present when he heard a knock from his door. Looking over, he saw his boss, Gabe, standing there.

“Hey, Chester! Don’t mean to interrupt your meeting. But I gotta get up into the conference call with managers and needed your cum on my face first?” Gabe said, asking as though this request were a normal, menial task.

“Oh damn! In all the excitement, I almost forgot that you need your morning facial!”

Gabe smiled, walking into the room, “Ya know,” he said as he wandered in front of Chester, who stood while Jason moaned and moved to keep his mouth implanted on the now damp armpit hair, “Lance and Danny seemed to not be working when I entered. They were lounging on the couch. You should probably get them working.”

Chester smiled as he watched Gabe kneel in front of him, his hard cock leaking and eager to blow all over the handsome man’s face.

“Oh yeah, sure. But let’s do this first. Oh, and hey, Jason? Why don’t you pull out Gabe’s cock and stroke it while I jizz on his face. You’d let him do that, wouldn’t you, Gabe? That sound ok to the both of you?”

Knowing that reality had shifted with his wish yesterday and men touching other men’s cocks was now societally acceptable and normal, he was unsurprised to hear agreement from both men.

Jason walked back around the desk in the cramped room and sunk down onto his knees next to Gabe, who looked up expectantly at the chode he knew he wanted to hose him with sperm as soon as possible. Chester, still stroking, could see Jason unzipping the business casual clad heterosexual man’s fly, reaching in beneath the underwear, and pulling out a soft, dark, mushy cock that Chester was sure was likely to expand soon.

Jason began jerking off the man who just stared up at the masturbating fat man, slightly impatiently waiting for the load he needed on his face. A slight moan drifted from him as the machinations of the young PA began to cause the married straight man to feel the friction-based pleasure. Chester smiled down, seeing the uncut cock grow in Jason’s hand, the glans peeking out from beneath the dark foreskin with every downward stroke.

“Fuck yeah, this is hot,” Chester moaned, feeling his balls fill with cum. The sight of his church-going boss getting a handjob and staring up at him waiting for him to blow his load was so hot. Leaning back slightly, he could see out into the work area where Danny was actively jerking off his coworker as though it were the most normal thing, Lance moaning with his touch, likely feeling an intense amount of guilt.

The combination of the beyond sexy world he was creating playing out in front of him, Chester practically bellowed with orgasmic bliss. Without being able to contain his excitement after only a few moments of perverted bliss, he felt it all explode from his brain, down his spine, and into his balls, which unloaded. The intense orgasm hit him so fast as his load burst from his meager dick, splashing on the handsome face. Mingling with the scruff on Gabe’s face, Chester let out another groan as more exploded out, loving that his heterosexual boss was waiting patiently for his full facial.

Eventually, he felt his orgasm pass and looked down at Jason and Gabe looking up at him. Jason clearly wanted to return to smelling and getting groped by Chester, but didn’t feel like he could due to the order he’d been given. And Gabe just smiled, “Thanks, Chester! I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

Smirking, Chester remembered the tail end of his wish from yesterday as his cock grow hard quickly yet again, “Hold on. You didn’t get enough. I still see some parts of your face that didn’t get coated. Stay there, I’ll build another load quickly.”

Gabe, unable to disobey, sighed, “Fine, but please hurry. The meeting starts in…” Gabe looked his watch while Jason continued stroking his now fully engorged dick, “five minutes. And I doubt you’ll be able to cum that quickly. But I trust you, I suppose.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I can cum over and over and over again if I wanted. It’s a gift I’ve got,” Chester bragged, “But while you’re waiting, I do have some suggestions for your meeting that you’re going to be more than happy to relay from me, right Gabe?”

The professional man smiled up at Chester, “Of course! I’d be…hnggg, sorry…that felt amazing…I’d be happy to!”

Already feeling his cum building to a quick second release in less than a minute or so, Chester began explaining to his boss exactly what he wanted him to pass along to the meeting with the firm’s leadership.

Gabe excitedly agreed with everything he said, getting his face sprayed with another equally large load from Chester.

And then another.

And then one more as Chester finished up his instructions, leaving Gabe’s face absolutely drenched in thick, white cum.

“Okay, that’s been about four minutes and just as many massive loads on your face. Obviously, you’ll keep it there like yesterday. You think you have enough time to make your meeting? You comfortable with my instructions, boss?” Chester stated, clearly laying on a thick amount of sarcasm on the world ‘boss’.

Gabe smiled, though it was a struggle to see his lips at all as thick as the cream on his face had become after each equally large load absolutely drenched the handsome straight man. With a couple fingers, he wiped away the cum from his eyes and stood up, “Yeah, no worries. I’ll pass on those amazing suggestions. I’ll be sure to say that they’re yours, of course, so you get the credit. I’ll be on my way. Get to work, everyone!”

Chester, laughing, ignored that command, glancing over at Danny still stroking Lance, and suddenly remembered what he’d forgotten to ask Gabe in his horny haze.

“Oh, wait, Gabe? How did your wife react to seeing cum on your face last night?”

Gabe, stopping at the hallway just outside the mailroom, turned around with a smile, “Well, she didn’t really say much. I think it probably dried up by the time I got home so she might not have even noticed. And it’s just your cum, so I didn’t think it was a big enough deal to bring up without her noticing, you know?”

Chester smirked, “No matter what, you better tell your wife tonight that your underling jizzed all over your face multiple times today. Understand?”

“Oh, sure. I can’t imagine how she’d have an issue with it. It’s all pretty reasonable in the end.”

And with that, Gabe left, leaving Chester standing there still hard, nude, and ready to cum again.

“You can resume licking my pits, slut,” he said as he returned to his desk and sat back, Jason eagerly hopping and planting his tongue back in the hairy pit as Chester slowly stroked his already completely re-engorged dick.

Bryan sauntered into the boardroom carrying his steamy coffee, ready for the morning meeting with the bigwigs of the company. The CEO and various high-ranking managers always spent the morning planning out the client meetings, ins and outs, and financial high and low points from their work.

Most of the time, it was a pretty boring meeting full of random numbers and agendas for tackling their clients’ needs and ensuring they could disperse their daily plans to their employees. Bryan, having been vice president of sales for the past year, was present for these meetings, mainly to learn from and assist the Chief Client Officer, his boss, Joshua Hanks. Joshua was on his way out of the company, now in his early 60s, but Bryan was next in line, especially since most of the other chief officers other than Joshua were much younger, in their late 40s at the oldest.

Today, however, Bryan was excited for a chance to take his mind off how insane his husband had been behaving. The usual repetition of similar figures and daily tasks would be nice to sink into after all the chaos he’d been experiencing the last few days.

Taking his seat next to Joshua, he looked around the table. It looked like nearly everyone was present other than Gabe, head of the inner operations of the support staff. Their CEO, Luke Spears, a young accusation from another firm a few years prior, was sitting at the head of the table, making some jokes to their Chief Financial Officer on their right, Jennifer Beedy, and their Chief Strategy Officer to his left, Aaron Hayashi.

Their Chief Creative Officer, Bianca Agnew and Chief Marketing Officer, Spencer Lloyd, sat across from him, on their phones, but ready for the meeting to start.

“You feeling better today, Bryan?” Joshua asked, kindly. Bryan had always liked his older boss, who was a truly compassionate man who’d earned his high power job through hard work, grit, and proper treatment of all he worked with.

“Yeah. I guess so,” Bryan responded unconvincingly, thoughts of Jason still at the forefront of his mind.

Empathy in his eyes, Joshua responded quickly, “You know you’ve earned all the time off you may need, right? If you feel the need…”

Just then, Luke cleared his throat, drawing Bryan’s attention back to him and away from his kind boss. Juke scoffed, looking down at his watch, “It seems Gabe is running late. Let’s give him one more minute, but we’ll start without him if necessary.”

“Not like Gabe to be late,” Joshua said, leaning over towards Bryan.

Bryan nodded, agreeing, as the door to the room opened with a woosh.

“I’m so sorry I’m late! I was held up slightly with one of my employees,” Bryan heard Gabe explain as he entered the room.

As he turned to look at the tardy manager, Bryan’s heart skipped several beats.

Gabe’s face appeared to be completely covered in thick sperm. He’d never seen a face so drenched in man seed in his life, even in the random porn he’d watched in his younger days.

Shocked speechless, Bryan watched as Gabe rustled over the conference table, taking a seat as a large glob of the stuff dripped down his chin onto his lap.

“Gabe…what in the…what is all over your face?” Luke asked, concerned.

Gabe just laughed, “Yeah, I got that question a lot yesterday too. I suppose there is a bit more. But Chester decided that he’d give me a face full of cum every day. Seemed doable and, well, when he told me I should keep it on there all day, I didn’t see any reason to object.”

Bryan sat dumbfounded at the confession. Chester? Told him to wear his cum? Daily?

Why did everything strange happening the past few days seem to revolve around the portly mailroom manager?

Turning to Luke again in shock, hoping to everything that the CEO of their company would have the same reaction, Bryan’s heart sank as Luke gave him an understanding smile, “Oh of course. That makes sense! You make sure to get a face full of Chester’s cum every morning, okay?”

The others sitting around the table nodded along, as if this were the most normal occurrence that could have started their morning meeting. Joshua, too, nodded, his blue eyes sparkling as he stared over at Gabe’s face.

Bryan’s head felt like it would explode. None of this made any sense! From his knowledge, everyone else here at the table were straight, married, and relatively normal people. How could they all just accept Gabe’s excuse? How could they behave like this was normal?

And why the hell was no one investigating Chester, who seemed to be causing so much crazy behavior?

“Okay, now that we’re all here, why don’t we start…”

“Excuse me,” Gabe interjected suddenly, shocking the whole room. Bryan, still not calmed by the shocking acceptance everyone had for Gabe’s appearance to begin with, looked absolutely stunned that Gabe would interrupt Luke. The CEO always started the meeting. No one interrupted their own big boss!

“Yes?” Luke asked curtly, clearly angered at the outburst by Gabe.

Looking slightly uncomfortable with the glares he was getting, Gabe continued, “Don’t worry. Chester just told me that he had some ideas for improvement here and he told me about them this morning. He wanted you all to know that you’re very eager to hear them and that you’ll ensure they come to fruition immediately.”

Bryan would have fallen out of his chair at the audacity of what Gabe was telling them. Why would Gabe be some kind of messenger for Chester? Why would Chester be making all-encompassing commands of the chief executives of their successful company? And why in God’s name was he asking all of this while his face was drowning in the fat man’s cum?

Bryan straightened up, preparing for Luke to lose his mind at the insane demands Gabe was already suggesting. But, after a quick moment, Luke responded, “Of course! What does Chester suggest?”

Bryan looked around the room, still shocked at everything. At some point this week, his world had gone upside down, and now it seemed to be affecting even the most powerful people he knew. The no-nonsense CEO he’d always respected would never have even given a moment’s thought to listening to the random demands of the mail room manager…let alone hearing it second hand from that person’s semen covered boss.

“Well, first things first, Chester wants the women of the company to call all the clients and cancel every single meeting on the books for today and tomorrow. He wants to make sure only people who work here are present today and tomorrow,” Gabe stated calmly, wiping a bit of cum from his right eye as he spoke.

“After all of the meetings are canceled and it’s ensured that only people who work here will be in the building, Chester wants all the women of the company sent home for the rest of today and tomorrow. Obviously, we’ll tell them all Chester demands it and they’ll have no objections. He even said you should tell them that today and tomorrow will be unpaid leave, saving us quite a bit of money,” Gabe finished proudly.

Bryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Canceling all their meetings? Sending the women home? Not paying them? What was this madness?

“Well, yeah, if Chester commands it, it goes without saying the women will support it. What do you say, Jennifer and Bianca? Can we trust you to pass this on to all the female-identified staff and get started on canceling all those meetings? Oh, did Chester really say ‘cancel’? Did he mean reschedule?”

Gabe blinked, “No, he said cancel.”

“Damn,” Luke replied “That’s a shame. I’d prefer to reschedule, but if Chester says we should cancel them, I guess that’s what we’re doing. Head on out, you two.”

Bianca and Jennifer nodded, not wasting a moment. They walked out, texting away on their phones, Bryan imagining they were prepping the female staff to get to work hard so they could go home without pay.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, we’ll have to figure out which men on the teams will cover for the women today and tomorrow. We’ll definitely have paperwork to do but without any meetings, I suppose we’ll just try to figure out a way to get our money’s worth with the men,” Luke laughed nonchalantly, looking around at the remaining six men in the room.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Gabe said, “Chester has a plan for that too.”

Bryan, now feeling as though he was stuck in a constant state of shock, found himself falling deeper and deeper into madness the more the people around him spoke. The remaining powerful men in the room didn’t offer any protest at all at the suggestion that they immediately cancel meetings with their clients, the very means of their success and profit, nor did they speak up when Chester told them to send all the women home, which, at the very least, seemed incredibly sexist and illegal. In fact, they all nodded and smiled the entire way through.

Just as Gabe was about to continue, Bryan raised his hand to interject, “Are…umm…sorry to speak out of turn, but are you all sure?” Bryan meekly interjected.

All eyes, even the one being obscured by dripping cum from time to time, moved to Bryan.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked.

“I mean, well, you just nonchalantly sent home around 40% of our staff after they cancel all our meetings with clients for the next two days. Doesn’t that seem odd to you all? We’re a marketing firm. We meet with clients constantly. What are we even going to do for work?” Bryan explained, absolutely gobsmacked that the team didn’t seem to understand that this was the opposite of what a successful business would ever do.

Gabe smiled, “Well, actually, if you’d let me finish…” he said slightly angrily and then coughed as a bit of cum made its way into his mouth as he spoke, “Oh, I’m sorry. What I was about to say was that Chester had another suggestion about what we should focus on.”

“Do tell! I know Chester will have the perfect solution. Bryan, I appreciate your concern, but Chester obviously has this all planned out. So relax,” Luke said without a shred of doubt in his voice.

“Well, first things first, he says that all the men need to strip down to only their underwear. I almost did it right then, but he told me to wait until I told you all that fact and then I could do it. I had started to do it while he was jerking off so he could give me his third load on my face!” Gabe said with a laugh.

Luke, Joshua, Aaron, and Spencer all laughed with him as Bryan sat there feeling like the world had gone mad. His surprise only grew as he gazed at the five other men in the room began unbuttoning their shirts and removing their ties. Evidently, whatever craziness that had caused Jason to behave so strangely was affecting everyone else in this room.

The men kept going, revealing hairy chests, thick thighs, and large, manly feet. Luke, particularly, appeared to have quite a sizable package in the white Calivin Klein underwear he was wearing. Under any other circumstances, Bryan would have checked out his heterosexual colleagues, but in this instant, he couldn’t process that this was reality.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Joshua, now sitting there with his curly white-hairs on his chest out in full view. A slightly larger than necessary pair of white briefs dropped down his butt-cheeks as he sat in the high-end office chair, “Hey Bryan. You heard him. Chester said we need to strip down to our underwear. You gotta do it too.”

Bryan couldn’t bite his tongue any longer, “Joshua, this is insane! I’m not going to strip at work! Why are all of you doing this? I’ve never felt more uncomfortable in my life? Is this some kind of joke? Do I need to go to…”

Luke slammed his fists on the table, his muscular pecs noticeably flexed, “Bryan. I’m a patient man. But when Chester tells us we’re going to do something, we’re going to obey him. Now get into your underwear or consider yourself relieved of your duty. Understand?”

Bryan had only seen Luke this intensely upset when he’d found out their previous CFO had been embezzling funds to line his own pockets. They’d fired that man, obviously, and replaced him with Jennifer. But other than that understandably upsetting situation, Luke was generally calm-headed and collected.

Yet, somehow, Bryan questioning something that Chester seemed to command had set him off in a similar way.

Sighing deeply, Bryan relented. “Fine. Sorry, sir.”

Bryan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling more and more exposed as he did so. Looking across the table, he could see the other executives texting on their phone. I knew, now, that they were telling everyone else currently at work, now only the men as women were likely packing up and leaving, to get into their underwear at Chester’s command.

‘Chester,’ thought Bryan as he took off his shoes and socks, revealing dark hair on the top of his feet and toes, ‘Clearly this is all Chester.’

As he dropped his pants, he couldn’t help but think about what Jason must be thinking or doing right now. If Chester was able to cum on Gabe’s face, tell him to come up here and command the literal heads of the company to act like this, and have the CEO angry about the fact that one person may not do what Chester told them to, meant that Jason was probably in danger.

Now in his tight blue skimpy briefs, Bryan sat back down.

“Okay, now that that insubordination is handled and we’re all in our underwear,” Luke said with a glare at Bryan, “What else did Chester say? What are we doing today and tomorrow?”

“Oh, Chester definitely has a plan for our workday. The last thing he commanded was that all the men of the company will practice jerking off all the other men. He wants you all to jerk one another off into the underwear you’re wearing and try to saturate them with as much cum as possible. He wants everyone to be very excited and eager to get off as many of your coworkers as you can. He wanted you all to know that that will be the only job you’ll all focus on today and that everyone wants to be the one who cums the most.

“He told me that you should all try to jerk off as many different men as possible while putting a tally on yourself every time you, yourself cum. At the end of the day, Chester would like to have the three highest tallied workers and the one with the lowest tally sent to the CEO’s office.

“Lastly, he wanted me to tell you, Luke, that you’ll be working in the mail room today solo, handling all the work for the mailroom staff while he takes your office. He wants you to head down there now and his PA will give you the one tally you’ll earn for the day.”

Smiling faces appeared on the men around the table. Bryan’s heart sank, processing everything he’d just heard and knowing he was powerless to stop what was about to start happening.

With each and every word, Bryan had felt more and more nauseous. But now…he hoped against hope that some kind of interference, some power bigger then them all would step in and stop all this.

He tried to reassure himself. ‘There was no way all these heterosexual men would start masturbating one another,’ he thought.

That hope was dashed as he saw Spencer stand up and go over towards Aaron and the two reached into one another’s underwear and started jerking the other off.

Joshua started reaching into Bryan’s underwear, but Bryan objected, clearly offending the older man slightly. Luckily for Bryan, Gabe came over and took the 60-something year old cock within the loose briefs and began jerking it as Joshua did the same for Gabe as Gabe suggested they get themselves a tally or two each before disseminating the commands to all the other employees, earning a bit of an upper hand.

Still trying to calm himself, he then thought, ‘There was no way prideful, successful, CEO Luke Spears would give his office to Chester and work in the mail room.’

But then Luke stood up immediately, his obviously well worked-out tight butt swaying slightly in his expensive briefs. He didn’t even take a moment to respond to what Gabe had said before he was out of the boardroom and quite obviously heading downstairs.

As he stood in the corner watching his four fellow high-ranking men moan as they stroked the cock of their counterparts, a weak voice deep in Bryan’s mind whispered, ‘There was no way Chester’s PA…my husband…my love…Jason…would give their CEO a handjob.’

But given the track record of what he hoped would happen versus what was happening, Bryan knew his hope was very unlikely to be true.

Chester felt like he’d died and went to perverted heaven. He was currently having his PA sniffing and licking his feet from beneath his desk while Lance and Danny stood across from him, jerking one another off. The shift in their attitudes was stark when he’d told them what the plan for their workday was.

Chester wanted to make sure the pair were ready to join in on the office-wide assignment Gabe was ensuring all the higher ups were eager to get started on. Being their manager, he figured it was only fair he got them started now as he knew all the other managers would be getting their orders in a few minutes too. Why not let his own two male employees get one tally down before heading upstairs to jerk off more of their coworkers?

Unfortunately for the pair, they’d left all their clothing at Chester’s apartment. They also wanted to saturate their underwear in their own cum as Chester had instructed. So, with Chester’s blessing, the two had rushed upstairs, telling several of the women that were leaving the building that it was their manager that told them they should be nude to avoid the confused eyes of their female coworkers. They had no doubts in their head that anyone they informed of that fact would accept it as truth. Afterall, everyone, including themselves, would obey Chester. To not obey him just wouldn’t make any sense.

Lance and Danny had been sent by Chester to go to the locker-room attached to the company gym to rifle through the staff lockers to find a pair of underwear they could use today. The pair were eager beyond belief to cum as often as possible into under garments, even if they couldn’t be their own.

So now, just a few short minutes after he’d given them the idea, Chester had his two underlings stroking one another in stolen underwear. Lance had a particular tight pair of tight blue Andrew Christian briefs while Danny had larger pair of classic tightie-whities that looked to be a size or two too big. While Danny reached over and stroked the thick meat of his partner, he used his free hand to hold up the undies, readying himself to feel the thrill of jizzing into the thin fabric.

“Mmmmm,” Lance moaned, his dad bod shivering with the machinations Danny was making on his manhood. With these wishes taking full bloom, Chester loved how his lusts expanded to more men like Lance and Danny. The rest of his coworkers would be equally as exciting to play with because all of them were automatically sexier due to the erotic power he knew he had over them.

Danny’s skinnier, hairy chest began to expand and contract faster and faster as his older colleague jerked him off quickly. The younger cock looked angry and red as his balls pulled up suddenly into himself. Lance’s thicker fist stroking as Chester saw the mushroom head prepare for the first of many loads of the day.

“Hnnggaaahh!” Danny bellowed, releasing his fist from Lance’s cock and pushing the fabric around the orgasming head. The wetness expanded quickly, with some of the thick seed pushing its way through the thin fabric, a whitened strained fluid spraying from the constrained shaft.

“Very nice! Grab a marker and tally it, boy,” Chester said, feeling a strong sniff from Jason beneath the desk before a wet, drooling tongue lapped at the wide sole of his right foot.

Danny reached forward, grabbing a Sharpie from Chester’s desk and put a dark black mark down his left pec, looking so bizarre beneath his dark chest hair.

Lance, the lower half of his thickness wrapped tightly in the blue cotton leaving the second, veiny half sticking out the top throbbing against his belly, started to whimper slightly as he looked down at the fuckstick between his legs. As if taking the cue, Danny reached back over, helping himself to Lance’s meat, and helping him get his first tally mark as well.

Chester laughed, seeing how desperate his commands had made his mail clerk was to cum…to the point of literally whimpering with desire.

Beneath the desk, Jason continued lapping away, moving to the top of Chester’s left foot, tonguing at the more than likely aromatic BO-ridden hooves. Jason didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, moaning against the rank feet that Chester was sure he’d have gagged on if smelling them just a few days prior.

But now his PA was absolutely greedy for his feet. For his smell. For his taste. He only hoped he’d be able to fuck his PA once the now mind-fucked CEO finally showed up after Gabe gave him his new tasks for the day.

Just as Lance began humping into Danny’s hand and creaming the inside of the stolen undies after barely having enough time to wrap the head of his cock around his spewing dick, Chester’s CEO, Luke, knocked lightly on the doorframe.

Looking away from the straight father’s volcanoing member and enjoying the light nibbling Jason was doing to the dry skin on his left heel, Chester smiled at Luke.

“Hey, Chester! Gabe let me know you needed me down here. Eager to get that first load stroked outta me so I can get to work in the mail room,” he glanced over at Lance, who’s eyes were rolling into the back of head from the pleasure, “I was wondering why I’d be picking up the mail clerks slack, but I can see they’ll be working on that new assignment.”

Without even a hint of doubt or confusion as to why he was okay with taking over the work of the two nearly nude men in front of him, Lance let out a little laugh.

“Welcome, Mr. Spears! My PA is a little busy giving me a foot bath at the moment. Why don’t you get over here and I’ll, at the very least, get you nice and hard and ready for him to get you off. That sound all right?”

Smiling broadly, “Of course, Chester! I’m relieved I’ll at least get one orgasm while everyone else practices their hand job skills. Happy to be of assistance any way I can. Oh, and, please, call me Luke.”

Chester smirked as Luke walked across the room, his dark nipples framed nicely against a lightly hairy chest and sculpted torso. His abs weren’t entirely present, but when he flexed as he laughed, Chester saw more than a little hint of them. Meanwhile, his thick thighs stretching the limits of his tight Calvin Kleins looked well worked out as did his thick arms.

Clearly, Chester thought, this rich asshole had the freedom to ensure he spent plenty of time in the gym…likely while earning a shit-ton of money while all his workers broke their backs. The handsome Mediterranean tan on his entire body made his clean-cut, shaved face look incredibly appealing with the slightly devilish smile nearly always stuck on the young CEO’s face.

As Luke reached his destination next to Chester, Chester took a look at the dark brown eyes, stylish short brown hair, and very slight stubble on the masculine face. Chester knew Luke was well known for bedding countless women, despite having a wife and a few kids at home. His power, money, and classically masculine features ensured he never wanted for sexual partners.

In this moment, despite finding the man incredibly attractive, as likely anyone with even a slight attraction to masculine energy would, Chester felt hate in his heart for the lucky asshole. A straight, attractive, powerful, rich man who had never spent a day in his life wanting for anything…a man who was handed a company by a rich Daddy…a man who never had to work for anything…

Chester wanted to exert a little power over the powerful man.

Chester smiled back, “Actually, Luke, I think you want me to call you Dumbfuck. You love that name, don’t you, Dumbfuck? I bet when I belittle you, call you names, or even when I call you Dumbfuck, you get incredibly hard. You love having your lowest manager on the wrung treat you with no respect because that’s your kink. Right, Dumbfuck? You like being humiliated by your fat, old underling?”

Without having to answer verbally, the extending rod in Luke’s underwear was all the answer Chester needed. Luke moaned slightly, indicating no concern that Chester had just given him a humiliation kink tied only to his mail room manager. “You’re not gonna talk to me, Dumbfuck. You’re gonna work the mail room after my PA finishes stroking your disgusting, tiny little dick and as your pathetic load stains the inside of your underwear, you’ll think nonstop about me humiliating you. It’s your biggest obsession now, right boy?”

Luke nodded enthusiastically, unconcerned in the slightest that the former powerful bravado he always had was slipping away from him after just a few words from his overweight employee.

“Pull that tiny little waste of a cock out, Dumbfuck. Now.” Chester commanded, wiggling the toes within Jason’s mouth slightly.

Luke did just that, revealing a thick, long dick that Chester had to guess was close to nine inches. It was clearly not small, pathetic, or a waste of a cock at all.

‘No wonder the lucky son-of-bitch could fuck anyone he wanted,’ Chester thought, ‘That thing’s monster!’

“You’re gonna feel so lucky that I even touch your useless dicklet and you’ll feel even luckier that I’m going to let my PA, someone even lower on the totem pole, stroke you to orgasm. Got it, Dumbfuck?”

Luke nodded like a madman, practically panting with need. Chester could see his cock throb every single time he lobbed an insult or called him Dumbfuck.

The instant power his commands gave him over these people turned Chester on so much and nearly made him cum without even touching himself. With a chuckle, Chester grabbed himself, eager to do just that.

Knowing that he had unlimited ability to orgasm, he grabbed himself as he latched onto his CEO’s cock as well. With a few short strokes, Chester’s thick chode sprayed an intense amount of cum down onto the young PA worshipping his now saliva-cleaned feet. Looking down at him, Chester could see Jason barely even flinched as his cum mixed with the sweat and smears of the jizz from Jason’s cock that he’d already spewed on himself.

Chester brought his attention back to the weapon on Luke and stroked it a few times, loving how dominant it made him feel to have the CEO of the company he worked at shivering to his touch and imagining Chester debasing him.

“You like this, you fucking Dumbfuck?” Chester taunted, feeling the thick meat pulse in response. A small whine came from the once powerful man, telling Chester all he needed to know.

“All right, Jason, that’s enough of the foot worship,” Chester said, looking down at the cum-covered, drooling PA, “Get on up here and stroke Dumbfuck here until he comes in his underwear. Try to get him off as quickly as possible and then you can go back to sniffing and licking me. Deal?”

Jason let out a small whimper of disappointment as he left the now wet feet but nodded while he crawled out from under the desk. The light reflected off the globs of cum that had landed on him, but Jason made no effort to clean himself at all, clearly wanting to get Luke off as quickly as possible so he could feed his addiction to the smells and tastes of his boss.

“Hey, Mr. Schills?” Chester suddenly heard, ripping his eyes away from Jason reaching out and grabbing the thick tool Chester had just been stroking. Looking over, he saw that Lance and Danny were both still standing there, both with a single black tally mark beaming from the hairy pecs and large wet stains at the front of their briefs. Lance, clearly, had counted his cum and was now getting Chester’s attention.

“Yes?” Chester responded, looking back down at Jason’s firm grip on the large CEO dick.

“Can we get upstairs and start practicing out handjobs and getting our orgasms now?” Lance asked politely, no clue how insane his request was for the straight father.

Smiling warmly, Chester responded, “Aw, you both seem so anxious to get started! Really want to win, huh? Well, be my guest. Hopefully I see one of you up in the CEO office later today. I know everyone wants to get the most orgasms and why shouldn’t it be one or two of my mail room boys?”

Their grins spreading, both Lance and Danny turned and practically sprinted out of the mailroom, showcasing just how enthusiastic they both were to get to their first new cock.

Alone with Luke and Jason, Chester stroked himself as he watched Jason jerk the thickness that Luke kept between his legs. Luke let out little gasps from time to time, clearly enjoying the strokes, but looking down at Chester with pleading eyes.

“I know what you want, you fucking waste of oxygen,” Chester taunted, nearing another of his own orgasms as Luke shivered with pleasure at being put down, “Dumbfuck, you’re such a piece of shit. I bet you can’t wait to blow your load knowing I’m demeaning you, you sick pervert. I bet everyone you ever fucked is disgusted they let you near them. Your own wife and kids are embarrassed to have a fucking cuck as a father, you piece of shit Dumbfuck. I bet…”

But before Chester could continue taunting Luke, he bellowed loudly, pulling the Calvin Kleins over his huge dick as Jason continued stroking despite the wetness covering his hands and the inside of the expensive briefs. The darkening fabric dribbled bits of his cum as he continued thrusting mindlessly at the amazing orgasm he reached due to this brand new and unquestioned humiliation kink.

Grabbing another Sharpie from his desk, Chester pulled the cap and drew a huge line down Luke’s chest.

“There’s your one orgasm, Dumbfuck. But since you and I both know you’re such a fucking pathetic waste, I don’t think you should merely have a line,” Chester said, sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth as he continued drawing a second line parallel to the first, two huge circles at the bottom, and a large mushroom head at the top. As he added little lines indicating pubes and veins, Luke looked down at the giant penis being written on him by the man he desperately wanted to treat him like scum.

Finishing up the artwork, Luke’s manhood hardened again, Chester sure it had turned on Luke once again to have his fat underling draw a huge penis on his chest…one that he knew he wouldn’t be able to wash off for days or weeks because of the permanence of the Sharpee.

“Perfect drawing for a perfect little cocksucker. Now, Dumbfuck, get to work sorting the mail. Jason and I will be heading to your office. You won’t take any breaks and no bathroom trips. You want to work because it’s so humiliating for you. Just sort the mail alone and think about how humiliating it is that the supposedly powerful CEO is doing such grunt work. I may come back and verbally demean you, but just the act of doing this work turns you on so much that your cock won’t stop throbbing. Right, Dumbfuck?”

Without a word, the desperate eyes on Luke watered from the excitement he was feeling knowing how hot it was going to be working in the mail room all day.

“Well, what are you waiting for! Get to work, you fucking Dumbfuck!” Chester commanded, causing Luke to jump and dart out to the larger mailroom.

Chester looked up at Jason who hadn’t stopped looking over at Chester even while he’d been drawing the giant dick on Luke’s chest or talking down to the formerly proud CEO. Jason was practically drooling, wanting to reattach himself to the body he craved more than anything.

“We’re gonna head up to the CEO office, Cum Dumpster. But feel free to sniff and lick as much as you want on the way. When we get there, maybe you’ll have some even more rank areas to worship,” Chester confidently relayed, reaching out and grabbing the scantily contained cock pulsating in Jason’s shorts.

Jason moaned as another load spewed from his cock the moment Chester made physical contact.

Bryan wanted to leave. He wanted to quit. He wanted to go downstairs and grab Jason and make a new life somewhere far, far away from this completely maddening life he suddenly had.

Bryan had stumbled out of the conference room as he heard one of the high-ranking leaders of the company moan, likely getting their first load into their underwear at Chester’s command. He didn’t really know what he was doing or where he was going, but he couldn’t stay in the room.

And so he went to the bathroom, stumbling like a zombie clad only in his underwear, looking for a chance to be alone and figure out what he could do to save himself and Jason from everything that had happened. Bryan couldn’t get a grip on reality, nor could he calm his anxiety-ridden mind.

In his overwhelmed state, Bryan’s foot collided with the door as he attempted to simultaneously open the door and enter as quickly as possible. Bryan nearly fell onto his face as he tottered into the small solo bathroom. Gaining his balance, he turned and locked the door, needing a moment to figure out what he should do from here.

He walked over to the sink and looked at himself. He, too, looked crazy to himself. His eyes seemed to be twitching slightly as he gazed into his own pupils. His face was pale as a ghost and the stubble that usually looked so appealing now only emphasized to him how disheveled every aspect of his life had become.

As tried to process what just had happened, Bryan saw and felt his muscular chest heaving up and down, a panic attack seeming to overtake him.

His straight, nearly geriatric boss had tried to grab his cock.

His powerful CEO had accepted a command to go work in the mailroom.

All the women were sent home without pay and none of them, the men or women of the company, seemed to care.

All the appointments with clients were cancelled, keeping all of them from even being able to earn money for their company.

And worst of all, Jason…the love of his life, his stabilizing presence, his one and only…had seemed to become a sex-obsessed, cum-covered slut desperate to make his disgusting boss proud.

What had his life become?

Tears formed in his eyes, making Bryan feel like a hopeless child. He’d tried, very hard, to accept Jason’s changes. They seemed bearable because he loved him. He’d do anything for his soul mate.

But now those bizarre changes seemed to stretch onto his coworkers, his bosses, and the very top of executive leadership.

Bryan collapsed suddenly, unable to support his weight as the feelings of despair overwhelmed him suddenly. He scooted into the corner, cradling his hairy legs against his chest. Time seemed to pass, possibly an hour or even two, as Bryan held himself in the bathroom. Occasionally, a small knock on the door would bring him back to the reality around him, making him long to fall back into the fugue state he was finding himself in.

He’d never felt so alone and confused. Even his loving, supportive partner seemed to have abandoned his sanity and had fallen into this lust-filled romp seemingly focused on Chester. In fact, he’d heard mention of Chester far more recently than he’d ever heard the entire time he’d worked here. His partner talking about him, having to go to HR regarding him, Gabe sending word from him, and their CEO accepting second-hand commands from him as truth.

They all mentioned Chester.

Chester.

He sat up… Chester…all the crazy things that had happened the past few days…

Bryan’s head swirled with realization. He’d noticed it all seemed to revolve around Chester when it came to Jason’s changes and he’d even thought it strange in the meeting that Gabe had been giving these directions per Chester…

It was all sorting in his head, making him feel dizzy. It was insane that the man would be the cause of all these changes. He was so laughably weak, disgusting, and perverted. He wasn’t the kind of man that Bryan had even given two shits about even one week ago.

Could this all be somehow happening because of that horrible man?

Bryan calmed himself briefly and began to think through the main changes he’d noticed in his partner and now here at work in the past few days.

Jason had given up his job as a successful nurse practitioner to be Chester’s personal assistant.

Jason had defended Chester when he’d sexual harassed and groped him.

Jason had moaned Chester’s name when they were intimate.

And now the men of his company were following random commands supposedly coming from the portly, ugly mailroom manager…

Bryan was sure.

This was all Chester’s doing somehow.

Finding his resolve, Bryan stood up and looked back into the mirror, content with his deduction. Staring at his reflection, his strong muscular body flexed unconsciously as the anger within him began to display itself outwardly. His pecs bulged, his biceps grew, his jaw hardened as his resolve built within him.

He needed to confront Chester now.

Turning quickly and walking confidently for the first time in days, Bryan reached out and unlocked the door, strutting despite wearing nothing but his underwear.

Looking down the hall, he could see several men in random areas of the office jerking off their coworkers. He saw that nearly everyone had at least one black tally mark written on their various sized chests. Only some had multiple tallies already but literally everyone was, at the very least, stroking a random fellow coworker’s cock.

Under any other circumstances, Bryan would find much of what he was seeing quite hot. He was, after all, a gay man who couldn’t deny the fact that he’d found some of his coworkers quite attractive. There were a few he glanced at as he walked by them stroking their fellow male employees. Many of which Bryan was completely sure were straight, married, and fathers…and yet, somehow, they found nothing wrong with grabbing another man’s penis and stroking it until it came.

Many of the men seemed to have glistening hands as Bryan glanced down and saw them stroking penises of all shapes and sizes. Clearly, many had already been cum upon and, rather than cleaning up, the men simply moved to their next target, eager to get the other man off so that man could, in turn, get them off so they could earn a tally mark.

Bryan felt queasiness return as the reality of the perversion happening around him settled back in. ‘No,’ he told himself, ‘focus on getting downstairs so you can confront that fat son of a bitch.’

“Hey, Bryan!”

Jumping out of his skin, Bryan turned to his right seeing a red-headed man running towards him. Bryan recognized him instantly. It was one of his personal employees, Patrick Ward. Bryan had never seen him in his underwear, obviously, but he had always had a slight attraction to the man who was shaped so similarly to his attractive husband.

Patrick, too, was thinner with a very small dusting of red hair on his nipples and belly. He still had a lithe body that he’d clearly worked out but wasn’t nearly as largely muscled as Bryan. His short red stubble blended into his pink complexion as his styled ginger hair was combed to the right, as it always was.

But now, practically glowing on the incredibly white skin, there were six tally marks on the 28-year-old man that had brought his also ginger wife and 9-year-old ginger twin boys to the company picnic earlier that year.

Bryan flushed feeling his penis chub up slightly seeing a man he’d had a fruitless crush on enthusiastically running towards him while being nearly nude aside from a wet, dripping pair of orange boxer briefs he’d clearly jizzed into multiple times. The multiple sounds of orgasming men and slight shifting in his peripheral vision of men jerking one another faded as Patrick approached.

“Uh, hi, Patrick.”

“Boss! You haven’t gotten a single tally! Reach inside, you can get me my seventh tally and I’ll make sure you get your first,” Patrick offered, reaching into Bryan’s underwear before he could even give him consent to do so.

Bryan was shocked, naturally, that his straight employee was groping him, despite knowing this was what the word day had somehow morphed into for all these men. But when Patrick grabbed onto his growing member, it instantly shrunk back down to flaccid despite knowing he found the man before him nearly as attractive as his husband.

Despite the respond, Patrick seemed not to worry much and kept stroking the fleshy, squishy, soft tube. Looking up into Bryan’s eyes, “Hey man, I know you’re gay. Why aren’t you stroking me off too? I want to win the award that Chester promised! I think I saw someone from IT up to eight tallies! Please man!”

Feeling the hand grip and twist and stroke his unresponsive meat was disconcerting, not only because he wasn’t getting hard while an attractive guy was masturbating him, but because a man other than his husband was touching him in such an intimate location.

“No, uhh, I can’t…” Bryan said, unable to not at least glance at what looked like a relatively substantial bulge in the briefs of the attractive man molesting him.

“Sure you can! We’re just practicing handjobs! Don’t worry, grab on!” Patrick enthusiastically cheered Bryan on as he grabbed his right hand and placed it on the bulge.

A slight throb beneath the fabric did give Bryan a flutter of horniness that didn’t seem to translate to his still completely limp dick, but within a second, he let go of the hard mooseknuckle, “What about your wife, Patrick?! What would she think?”

Looking as if Bryan had just asked how many heads his wife had rather than how she’d respond to them jerking one another off, Patrick just replied, “We’re dudes. No one cares if we grope on another’s dicks or asses. What’s the big deal?”

As if to prove his point, Patrick took the hand that wasn’t stroking Bryan’s unresponsive tool and slid it down Bryan’s briefs at his back and gave the perky ass a squeeze. Despite being a top, Bryan did pride himself on having a meaty ass, but it was only Jason that had touched it in years. His straight colleague reaching in and grabbing a handful it as if it were as normal as shaking hands was shocking, and as if he were actually shocked, Bryan jumped backwards, feeling Patrick release his hand from his most sensitive regions.

“I…gotta go!” Patrick explained, sprinting towards the elevator, not even looking back.

“Well fuck you, Bryan! I’ll get my seventh from someone else then!” Patrick hollered back.

Not responding at all, Bryan pushed the button for the elevator, waited for the door to open, and hopped into it without paying attention at all. After a moment, he noticed he wasn’t alone in the cramped space. There were also two men he vaguely recognized as employees of the HR department. Bryan could make out three tallies on the chest of a muscular Asian man and four on the chest of a skinny black man. Trying to stay focused, Bryan attempted to recall their names, but they couldn’t come to him…especially as focused on confronting Chester he was.

The two men nodded politely to Bryan and the Asian one said politely, “Good afternoon, Mr. Fields-Mason.”

The smaller black man added, “No tallies yet? I’d get to work on that! Don’t you want to win Chester’s reward at the end of day…mmmmm…fuck yeah, right there Freddy.”

Bryan smiled but didn’t respond at all and, luckily, the Asian HR rep, whose name was evidently Freddy, put all his attention on his handjob partner. Lost to the pleasure, the recipient instantly seemed to forget Bryan was even there. Bryan let out a small sigh of relief knowing both of them would have the strange desire to get one another off before they’d even offer to reach over and grab him.

Exiting the elevator, he heard one of the two men begin moaning loudly, most likely the black man how’d been so focused on Freddy’s machinations. The door closed, leaving the cumming man to shoot his load in the small elevator. He was now on the basement level and his goal was within reach.

He had a mission: he was going to find Chester and confront the asshole.

He only hoped he wouldn’t walk in on Jason jerking off the disgusting manager. The last thing Bryan wanted to see was the obese, perverted, morally bankrupt piece of shit feeling any pleasure.

Storming in without knocking, he felt fortunate enough not to see Jason or Chester or even Lance or Danny.

He saw their CEO, panting and manic, running around the room from pile to pile of mail, working his ass off; a single tally on his chest shining from the sweat he’d built from working nonstop.

“What is going on?” Bryan asked, shocked to see the powerful man running around their mailroom in his underwear, a clear stain of cum at the front, and a seemingly constant hardon bouncing about.

“I’m working, Bryan,” Luke said with a very quick glance.

“You’re…you’re the CEO, Luke,” Bryan stated.

“I’m aware. And you, Bryan, should be practicing hand jobs on all your coworkers,” Luke replied quickly, running near Bryan to grab a large stack of papers, clearly annoyed with Bryan’s mere presence.

Anger built within Bryan again. The madness being thrust at him constantly was no longer making him feel hopeless; no longer making him feel crazy. Now, well, now Bryan was pissed.

“Where the fuck is my husband and Chester you absolutely deluded piece of shit?” Bryan screamed, slamming his hands down on the paper Luke had been trying to pick up.

A small amount of fear appeared on Luke’s face, more fear than Bryan had ever seen in the CEO’s face. Clearly, no one had spoken to him this forcefully in a while. But Bryan saw a bit more in that response.

Bryan could see submissiveness…and a lump pulsating within the front of Luke’s underwear.

“Hmmm… holy… fuck Bryan, you’ve never spoken to me like… fuck,” Luke responded, taking one of his hands and groping his own member slightly.

Losing his patience once again, “I don’t care anymore about this crazy bullshit, Sir. I don’t care about my stupid fucking job. And I certainly don’t care if you’re a perverted little freak now,” Bryan paused, watching his boss moan as he rubbed his own dick, “You need to tell me where Jason and Chester are now and then you can get back to being a horny freak.”

Another horny whimper as Luke stared at Bryan, a darker stain forming around the already dark stain from his previous orgasm as he leaked precum.

“They’re up in my office,” he mewled, showing how horny Bryan had just made him.

Getting his answer, Bryan didn’t even wait for Luke to say anything more and turned around, heading back to the elevator.

From behind him, however, he heard his formerly professional, polite, and powerful boss whine, “Please come demean me more, Bryan! I can’t stop thinking about Chester doing it…you’re nearly as good as him at it! Please, Bryan! It feels so…so…so fucking gooooood.”

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