Getting My Boss
Fiction by Greg Stevens
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious
Getting My Boss -- Chapter 1
My name is Jake, and this is my story and confession. Let me start by telling you about me so that you can get a full understanding of how this happened. I am 32, 6'4 195lbs. I am and have always been a bit of a thrill seeker. However, I have a practical side too. I got my bachelors in IT Management and a Master's in advance System Management. I got my job with Cornell and Associates fresh out of grad school, and have worked there for the past 8 years. I started in the Technical Support group and then quickly worked up to IT Management Specialist reporting directly to old man Cornell. Mr. Cornell founded the company before Withersby Corp pulled a forced merger and joined the company. Then Mr. Stuart bought in and now we are Withersby, Cornell and Stuart (WCS).
Mr. Cornell was a nice old man. He was like a father to me. When I joined he was in his late sixties and really sharp but over the years he started to let go of things as Mr. Withersby's teams moved in and obsoleted Mr. Cornell.
That is enough info about my company for now. There is another side to me as I said previously; I am also a bit of a thrill seeker. I am not as reckless as I once was, but I still feel like life is to be experienced. When I am not working my passion is motorcycles, dirt bikes and ATVs. I have raced them all over and have even won a few medals. I am also into parkour, wrestling and mixed martial arts. I wish I were as good at those as I am at motor sports, but I still enjoy it.
Because of all my activities I keep my body in good shape. I have a strong chest and arms and a narrow waist. I think my best attribute is my ass which my ex calls a "bubble butt" In the manhood department I never have any complaints.
Back to work as that is where my story takes place. As I said I worked for WCS for years and reported directly to Mr. Cornell. I was in line to become VP of IT Services under Mr. Cornell. Unfortunately, all hell broke loose.
It was a Friday afternoon in early November. Mr. Cornell asked me into his office. When I arrived, he was loading his personal effects into a box. A cold chill ran up my spine. "Jake come on in" Mr. Cornell offered, his voice sounding like the cheery, fatherly man I had grown to know and respect. "Well Jack the time has come for me to get gone" he said brightly. His eyes betrayed some remorse and sadness.
The news hit me like a ton of bricks though I tried not to show it on my face. I had a great working relationship with Old Man Cornell and this was going to hurt. I sat and talked with Mr. Cornell and he gave me his normal fatherly pep talk before I left him to finish his packing.
By the time I returned to my desk there was a companywide email explaining that Mr. Cornell was retiring blah blah blah and that the company was in great shape blah blah blah. I was depressed and confused.
Monday morning was a new world. I arrived at work at my normal 7:45am. I needed to be early as I rode my bike and wore my bike leathers. I had my suit and tie neatly packed in a bag and headed to the locker rooms to change. Corporate policy dictated that we wore suits and ties, even on Friday's. When it was just Cornell we had dress down days on Friday's but now that it was WCS we dressed. I think part of the reason was that Mr. Withersby was a London high born and was used to British class crap. I never met the man but seeing his pictures on corporate communications sort of gave me that indication.
From his picture Mr. Charles Withersby was a handsome professional man. A rugged looking guy with medium blond hair, cleanly shaven, with greenish grey eyes. In his pictures he wore a dark suit that cost more than my first car with a white starched shirt with French cuffs and a blue tie that set off his eyes. The cufflinks on the shirt looked like some family crest.
I changed into my suit imagining what it would be like to go buy a suit like Mr. Withersby's. I am sure the material was nice and would be properly fit to my body with expert tailoring. I made my way up to my office and started my team meeting. I ran a meeting every Monday to ensure quality support through the week. After the meeting I sat down at my desk and saw the email from Emily Peterson, Mr. Cornell's personal assistant asking me to come to Mr. Cornell's office at 10am. Was this my promotion? Were they giving me old man Cornell's office?
I arrived at the outer office and greeted Emily. She smiled and told me to wait. Wait for what I thought?? A big unveiling ceremony where I would be given the new office? The door opened to the inner office and there standing before me was Mr. Withersby. Just like in his photos he stood perfectly dressed and ready for work. "Jake" he asked flashing a bright smile. His face was much more handsome then in the pictures and he had this boyish charm that filled the room. I nodded, being taken off guard for a moment. "Come on in" he said stepping out of the way to let me pass. "Have a seat" I positioned myself across from Mr. Withersby and sat down taking in the office. Mr. Withersby must have had a team of 10 to organize and unload his stuff because the room was immaculate.
"Thanks for meeting with me" Mr. Withersby said with a soft masculine British accent. "I understand that you and Mr. Cornell were close, and he provided me with great input on your work at WCS. I hope we can establish the same working relationship" he said. A feeling of deception hit me. Was this pure bullshit or was I just used to Mr. Cornell? After hearing Withersby's plans for restructuring the firm I realized I would still have a job but my chance of promotion to VP was shot to hell.
I returned to my office and sat down exhausted from the talk. I loosened my tie and undid the top button of my shirt as I sagged further into my desk chair. I pulled work orders and started to go through them. At about 1pm there was a knock on my door and assuming it was one of my team members I yelled with some annoyance "Come in the door is opened" I looked up to see Mr. Withersby standing there still perfect like a model from a men's clothing advertisement. He gave me that smile that made me feel useless and worthless. "Hi Jake" he called out in that soft masculine voice. "Oh Hi, Mr. Withersby" I said trying to sound calmer. "I did not expect to see you here, is there something I can help with." I offered. "No thanks, just checking the facility out" he said looking around. He looked at the racks and walked up and down the server rooms quietly observing all aspects of the facility. I followed like a dog in the event he had questions. Walking behind him I realized he was much shorter that I was, standing at about 5'10. He had a wider build, but it looked like he had a good body through all the clothes. His arms and shoulders filled out his suit and indicated well-muscled arms.
"Thanks Jake Mr. Withersby said and left the server rooms to continue his site visit." A few hours later I received an email from Emily: "Jake- Mr. Withersby would like all employees to adhere to strict code of conduct during working hours. This includes proper adherence to the published dress code." I read the email 3 times trying to figure out if someone on my team did something wrong or was this just a reminder. I emailed Emily asking if something happened. Emily texted me on my cell phone with a response. "Jake, Mr. Withersby saw that you had your shirt unbuttoned and your tie loosened." "WTF" was my text back. "I know Emily" replied with a smirk emoticon. I sat in disbelief. Was he really that much of a prick?
The weeks went by and Withersby or Charley as I liked to call him in my head, made my work life unbearable. If my shoes were not shined properly, if my hair was a bit wild, if I walked through the office in my leathers before or after changing into my work clothes. It was like he had it in for me. All I could think was that this stuffed shirt had to go, or I would have to leave.
My anger with Mr. Withersby and his search for perfection left me angry and on edge. I avoided him like the plague. I know that when Withersby came to the US from the London office he left his wife and kids back in London. Maybe that was what crawled up his ass and died, I thought to myself. In any case I was quickly losing patience with the new tight ship that Withersby was forcing down my throat.
One Monday morning one of my employees, Tony came into the office and sat down in the chair opposite my desk. Tony was a good-looking guy part Italian part Latino. He always had a grin on his face and spent way too much time scratching his crotch. Tony was gay, and he did not care that anyone knew. I would have liked to have some time with Tony and would go after him if he wasn't an employee. I did not need any sexual harassment charges on my record.
"Jake" Tony started with excitement in his voice. "What?" I replied with profound curiosity. "I was out this weekend and guess who I saw?" I thought for a moment but could not think of anyone that would bring him so much excitement. "Dunno, who" I asked. "W-I-T-H-E-R-S-B-Y" he said dragging it out. "OK" I replied trying to figure what the big deal was. The man was alone in town and I was sure he did not need to spend all his time in the office or his hotel room. "Jake, he was coming out of The Quest." Shock sort of hit me square in the face.
The Quest wasn't a gay only bar but was a progressive bar. Lots of gay, bi and straight people went there. What was Withersby doing there? Maybe he did not realize the type of bar it was? "He was chatting with some really hot muscle guys in the bar." Tony said snapping me out of my thoughts. "No that can't be" I said remembering he was married with children. Tony sighed "Jake buddy, trust me, I know what I saw" Tony left the room and we got our day started.
The image of Withersby in his expensive suit and tie standing around a bar chatting up muscle guys was intriguing to me. What was he there for? What was his interest. Was it just a coincidence? Was it even him. Tony may have been drinking and it could have been anyone. I decided I would go there on my own this weekend and see if he made a return visit.
Saturday night came, and I was prepared. I went to The Quest and picked a place to hang out with some bar friends. Sure, enough about 11pm in walked Withersby. He was not dressed in his suit and tie as I assumed from Tony's story but was in slacks with a pull over sweater with a button-down shirt under it. His body showed even better under the shirt and sweater then in his suit. He did not see me, and I wanted to keep it that way. He sat at the bar and ordered what looked like a brandy. Soon a really built muscle guy sat down next to him. They looked like they were chatting but then the muscle guy ran his hand down Withersby's back. They sat there for a while, they finished their drinks and then left the bar together. I was dismayed. Withersby was married with kids, was he bi? Was this guy just a friend and this was all a natural mistake?
The week went slowly. Every time I saw Withersby in the office I thought about what I saw at the bar. I decided to go to the bar again on Saturday. Sure enough, Withersby comes in, sits at the bar and orders his usual drink. A muscle guy comes over, sits next to him but wait. This was not the same guy. A muscle guy for sure but not the same one as the previous week. They talked and they left together. I had the crazy idea to follow them. Withersby's hotel was 3 blocks away. They entered the building and got into the elevator.
I was left scratching my head. I went back to the bar. About 90 minutes later the muscle guy comes back into the bar. I decided to chat him up. I sat down next to him "how's it going I started" he nodded to me and looked down at his drink. I decided to just go for it and ask him. "Hey this may sound weird, but I saw you earlier with an English dude and you went back to his place." Yeah Charles" he responded. Nice guy a bit too kinky for my liking. Why you interested in him?" he asked. "Kinky?" I asked. "Yeah Charly likes it a bit rough. Nothing too rough but likes to be dominated. Nothing too extreme" "He is on Craigslist all the time looking for someone to dominate him. He's into role play too."
I could not believe what I was hearing. Straight, prim and proper Mr. Withersby was into being dominated by muscle guys? Into role play? Who would think that was possible. What about his wife? Did she know? I decided to hatch plan. I found the add that Withersby placed on Craigslist: "Masculine Bi Married man visiting the area. 5'10 185 muscular. Blondish hair blue eyes considered good looking. Looking for other muscular men who are interested in dominating me. I am not looking to get beaten I just like to service a dominant man. I can also get into some role play such as Boss/Employee, Coach/Jock. I am staying at the Dorchester Hotel on Market Street and can host on the weekends." I could not believe this. I was beyond excited.
The next week was long. We were doing system closeouts which were long painful days. About 7pm on Friday I decided to call it a week and headed to the locker to put on my gear for my trip home I took off my cloths and hung them carefully on a hanger. I normally wear my jeans below my leather riding pants as it gets cold on my bike but decided that it would provide easier access if my plan was successful. I pulled on a t shirt and my leather motorcycle jacket and looked in the mirror. I laughed to myself as I knew this was not proper company attire.
I went up to the executive suite and knocked on Withersby's office door. I was very excited but part of me wanted him not to be there. After all, if my plan failed and I was wrong I would lose my job.
"Come in" Withersby called from inside the office. I entered and closed the door behind me. Withersby looked up from the desk. "Hi Jake on your way out for the weekend I see" he said with a disapproving look. "Yes sir" I shot back. "Well, have a good weekend then" he said turning his attention back to his computer. I sat down on the chair opposite him. I picked up the picture of his wife and placed it back on the desk. "You have a beautiful wife Mr. Withersby" Withersby looked up at me. He studied my face for a few minutes. "Thanks Jake but I generally do not discuss my family with my employees" he said sounding aggravated. "Oh, I know sir. You are always the face of all things proper" I shot back. Withersby studied my face then as calmly as he could said, "Ok Jake have a good weekend, Good night!" Again, I just sat there. I could see him getting angry, but he maintained his composure.
"Charley, you don't mind me calling you Charley do you" I started. It seems that you've been a bad boy and need to be punished. Withersby's face turned beet red and he sat silently. "I happened to see your post, or should I say posts on craigslist looking for someone to dominate you. "What are you talking about?" Withersby shot back trying to deny it vehemently. "Yeah I would not have guessed it either but when I saw you come into The Quest 2 weekends in a row and leave with a different guy I got curious. One of the guys came back and was more than happy to share details of your, shall we call it; FUN."
Withersby sat in perfect silence. Part of him wanted to deny it and the other part wanted to run away in embarrassment. Finally, after a few long minutes Withersby shot back "What do you want Jake? Money? A raise? What?" He was angry and getting caught backed him into a corner that he did not like. Without really having a plan I said, "Shut the fuck up" the words came hard and with authority. "You are going to do exactly as I tell you and you are going to like it" Withersby started to protest, an angry look on his face but said nothing.
"Stand up and come over here." Reluctantly Withersby stood up and came over to stand by my chair. "Get on your knees in front of me Boy" I barked. Withersby did not look me in the eyes but did what I told him. Now rub your face on my crotch. Withersby bent forward bringing his well-manicured features close to my crotch. I never realized how handsome this man was. He had great features and if he let his hair down a bit he would be totally hot. Withersby started rubbing his face on the front my leather riding pants. "Stand up boy" I ordered. It took him a little time to respond as if he were enjoying what he was doing. Finally, he stood almost at attention.
I stood facing him, but he did not make direct eye contact. Unbutton your jacket I ordered, and he did as I told him. With my hand I reached up for his crotch. Sure, enough it was hard and as I made contact he instinctively backed away. I stepped toward him looking at him with authority. I put my hand on his crotch again. This time he held fast. "Looks like you are enjoying this Charley" I said. He sighed and under his breath said, "yes" "Yes what? Charley" I shot back. He looked up at me puzzled then responded. "Yes Sir!" emphasizing the "sir". "Take your cloth's off boy, I want to see what kind of crap I will be working with" Withersby started to undress. I went to the door and locked it to ensure we would not be disturbed. Withersby got down to his socks and boxers and stood there. This man had a great body. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His arms were muscular and thick. His legs were also well muscled. His body was very smooth with only a wisp of blond hair between 2 well defined meaty pecs.
"I said remove your cloths boy that means your underwear." I sat down in the chair as Withersby awkwardly removed his boxers. His dick was hard and about 6 inches long. Not the biggest dick but it really was nice to look at. "Turn around" I ordered, and Withersby turned showing me his firm ass. My dick jumped seeing strong muscles running down his back to his firm hairless ass. "Spread your legs boy and bend over" "Yes Sir" Withersby shot back. "Sir will you be punishing me" The question took me back. "I may decide to at some point boy." Was all I could think to reply. I stood behind Withersby and ran my finger up the crack of his ass. His body trembled.
"Turn back to face me boy" Withersby did as commanded. His hands were clasped behind his back stretching his chest muscles even more. I sat down and faced Withersby. I put my riding boots up on the desk and just watched him for a few minutes. "Get on your knees" Withersby sank down as ordered. "Now jerk that small cock for me boy" Withersby looked up into my face trying to understand my order. Did you understand me boy? I asked him harshly. "Sir, may I ask a question?" he asked his British accent obvious. "What?" I responded. "You want me to jerk my cock for you sir?" "Yes, boy I want to watch you jerk off" Again he looked up at me and started to talk. "Not another fucking word boy" I said strongly. I stood up and came over to his side. "Jerk off NOW boy" I said through gritted teeth bringing my face near his ear. As I did this I took in his scent. It was masculine but clean with a touch of some cologne. I noticed that through all of this, his dick remained rock hard.
Withersby took his dick in his hand as instructed and started to jerk off as I watched. Having him do as I said gave me a feeling of power. I was never much into the dominance thing but there was something hot about it. I watched his back muscles as he palmed his cock. The tightened over his back and down to his firm ass. Withersby was getting close as he started to pant, his hand moving faster on his cock. I put my hand on his shoulder steading him. As my hand met his bare skin, Withersby started to cum. It oozed from his cock slowly at first but then it was like someone had opened the tap and it just flowed forming a big puddle on the floor beneath him. His body slowly calmed, and he sagged on his heels. I looked down at the puddle and saw the look of satisfaction on his face. I had him where I wanted him.
I grabbed his hair in my hand. I brought my face to his and I shoved my tongue into his mouth. At first, he tried to resist but I did not let up. Soon his mouth accepted my tongue and let me probe him deeply. I let his hair go and stood up. "Clean up this mess boy. I do not want to see it when I arrive for work on Monday. Oh, and by the way, you may be my boss at work but I now own your ass" Before he could respond I turned and started to leave the room. As I was just exiting I heard him call back softly "Yes Sir"
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