Submissive Meets New Dom Pt. 05

The next morning I once again woke up early and headed to the gym. On my way there I received a text from Walter.

"Good morning, faggot. I won't be at the gym this morning. Before you start your workout, get hard, put on your pink panties and then take a full body picture of yourself in the locker room mirror. Make sure it shows your smiling face. Text the picture to me and Michael before you start your workout."

I became instantly hard when I read the text and remained hard as I finished my drive and walked into the gym and locker room.

There were a couple of other men in the locker room when I arrived, so I fiddled around in my locker while I waited for them to leave. As soon as the last man left, I quickly stripped and put on the panties. My hard cock was clearly pushing through the panties as I moved in front of the mirror with my phone. I smiled and took the first picture, then decided a few more poses were in order. I turned to the side and lifted the my far leg while trying to give a cute smile. Then I turned so the mirror captured my ass and looked over my shoulder with a smile. After a few more pictures I was done, but as I started walking back to my locker to get dressed a man walked into the locker room and was between me and my locker. When he saw me in my panties with my obvious boner we both stopped dead in our tracks as our eyes locked. He stood there frozen for a second before he recovered and continued past me. I heard him mumble "fucking faggot" under his breathe as he walked past me.

I quickly got dressed and hurried into the gym before the guy could walk past me again. When I got to the treadmill I texted the pictures I had just taken to Walter and Michael.

Walter promptly replied, "You look so cute, faggot."

Followed by a reply from Michael, "You must be thinking about my cock, faggot."

My workout was uneventful after that and a bit quicker without Walter there.

When I was finished working out I got undressed in the locker room and headed towards the sauna. As I was on my way there I decided that if Walter was with me he would have just taken my towel, so I took it off and left it with my toiletries bag by the shower. I walked into the sauna naked and with my cock already at half mast.

When I opened the sauna door I was relieved to see that nobody was in there, so I took my usual spot on the upper bench in the corner, leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the heat and instant sweat as a tried to relax.

But being naked by myself and sort of exposed had its usual effect, and I was soon rock hard again. I kept my eyes closed and started thinking about the last few days. About how Walter had used me in the sauna and steam room. I couldn't help but stroke my now fully erect cock. Then I started thinking about the night before with Michael and I felt pre-cum start leaking from my cock. Oh, how I had enjoyed having his big black cock in my mouth...

The door to the sauna opened and two guys walked in. I quickly took my hand off my cock and lifted my knee, hoping to block their view of my hard cock. One of them sat down right next to me on the top bench and the other sat at the opposite end of the bench with his back against the side wall. He was facing straight towards me. I recognized both guys as being regulars at the club. They appeared to be in their early forties and were both fit and attractive.

After a couple minutes, the guy facing me asked, "having a private moment in here?"

I looked over at him and he was staring right at me.

"Just relaxing and have a nice sweat," I replied.

Then he said to the guy he walked in with, "you see that your sitting right next to a guys with a full-on boner, don't you?"

The guy sitting next to me quickly looked at me, saw my boner and exclaimed, "what the fuck?" as he got up and walked out of the sauna.

My face was already red from the heat, but I felt it flush even more as the humiliation hit me.

"Sorry about that," the guy said. "But I figured if you were in here without a towel you like being seen."

I kept my eyes downcast and didn't respond.

"Don't you?", he said.

I looked over at him and and saw that he was staring right at me.

"I guess, a little," I softly responded.

"Well, then there's no reason for you to be shy," he said. "I don't get why most guys are so homophobic."

"I'm not shy either," he continued as he unwrapped his towel.

I looked down at his now exposed cock and my mouth fell open. Even though he was flaccid I could tell his cock was huge. When I looked from his cock up to his eyes he just smiled at me.

"I'm not gay," he said, "but I don't mind if you stroke your cock while staring at my cock."

It wasn't an order, but rather an invitation I couldn't pass up. I reached for my hard cock as he spread his legs. I slowly stroked my cock as I focused on his big cock and started imagining how big it would be when it was hard, and what it would taste like. We continued that way for a few minutes until I felt myself getting close to cumming as I imagined myself on my knees between his legs. My hand started moving faster and my breathing was getting heavier.

Then he got up. He moved closer to me with his towel still unwrapped.

"Well, that's enough heat for me for today. I'll see you soon," he said as he wrapped his towel around himself and headed for the showers.

I was disappointed, but took my hand off my cock and headed for the showers myself a few minutes later.

When I was dressed and ready to go I remembered that I had to stop and see Michael on my way into the office. I walked the short distance to his building and saw him at his desk in the lobby.

He smiled and greeted me, "Good morning, faggot."

I walked over to him, pulled a folded piece of paper from my wallet and handed it to him. As instructed the night before, I had written "Andy Boi is a faggot and loves cock" 100 times on the piece of paper.

He took it from me and looked at the paper. "Wasn't that supposed to be black cock, faggot?" he asked.

"What?" I responded.

"It was supposed to say 'Andy Boi is a faggot and loves black cock.' You need to do this over. I'll stop by the office this evening to pick it up."

"Yes, Sir," I responded.

"Now, before you go, get over here on your knees and say 'good morning' to my cock, faggot," he ordered.

I looked around to make sure nobody was around, then quickly walked behind the desk.

"On your knees bitch," he ordered when I was on his side of the desk.

I did as I was told and dropped to my knees.

"Take my cock out and give it a kiss."

I looked around again, then unzipped his pants and pulled his flaccid, but still large, black cock out of his pants.

"Good morning," I said as I leaned forward and gave it a kiss.

"French kiss it, bitch," he ordered.

I held it in my left hand and closed my eyes as I moved my tongue around his cock head. I could feel it growing in my hand as I licked it. After another minute he was fully hard as I continued licking his head. Then he pushed me away and told me to stand up.

As I stood in front of him he looked down at my crotch.

"You're hard aren't you, faggot?" he asked.

I knew I was and couldn't deny it.

"Yes, Sir."

"Show me," he ordered.

I looked around again, then unzipped my pants and took out my hard cock to show him.

"It's funny how hard you straight guys get from being around a proper cock," he said with a big smile on his face.

"O. K., you can zip up and go to work now. I'll see you at your office later," he said as he dismissed me.

My morning at work was busy so I didn't really have time to think about my cock or perversions, but just before noon Sara walked into my office with a mad look on her face.

"This is you, isn't it?" she said as she turned he phone towards me and I saw a picture of a naked man, legs spread and and clearly masturbating at her desk.

I could feel my face turn red and my heart start to pound in my chest as I looked at the picture and tried to find the words for a response. Then I noticed that there wasn't a face in the picture, it was just a body.

"No, gross, that's not me," I said with a shaky voice.

She turned the phone screen back towards herself and looked at the picture again, then looked at me again with an apprising look on her face.

"I think it's you," she said, "and when I can prove it I'm going to get you fired."

She left my office in a huff and turned towards the next office. I heard her repeat her accusations to my coworker in that office, followed by a hearty laugh from the person. I was mortified as Sara walked around the office showing the picture to everybody and questioning whether it was them.

I tried to get more work done that afternoon, but my mind was racing about the picture that had been sent and what would happen if she found out it was me. Every time I walked past her desk to go to the restroom she would stop working and scowl at me.

"I know it's you, Andy."

I just shook my head and tried to ignore her.

The afternoon dragged, but one by one everybody left to go home for the day and I noticed it was 6:00. A few minutes later Michael walked into my office.

"Hi, faggot," he said, much too loudly for my liking.

"Sir, how could you send that picture to her? I'm going to get fired if she figures out that it's me," I blurted out.

Michael frowned at me and replied, "Strip and get on your knees, bitch."

I had no choice, so I reluctantly but quickly stripped off all my clothes and got on my knees.

"Now crawl over here and get what I know you have been thinking about all day," he directed me as he raised his phone and pointed it towards me, obviously intending to record me again.

I crawled over to him as he stood in my doorway, kneeled in front of him and took his cock out of his pants. I kissed it and licked it all over until it was nice and hard, then took it in my mouth and started giving him a nice slow blowjob. I was doing my best to worship his beautiful cock when he pulled away.

"What do you say, faggot," he asked me as I stared at the glistening black cock in front of my face.

"Thank you, Sir," I said to him.

He pulled my head back onto his cock and shoved it roughly down my throat, then pulled back again.

"You're not straight anymore are you, faggot," he said.

"No Sir, I'm a faggot now," I answered.

He shoved his cock back into my mouth and plunged it down my throat two more times before pulling away again.

"You're my bitch now, and you'll do anything I say so you can continue to get this cock, right faggot?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir, I'm your bitch," I replied just before his cock was plunged back into my throat and he started roughly face fucking me.

He didn't stop until I started to gag.

"And you're going to gladly service all of my friends with your bitch ass and mouth, right faggot?" he said.

"Yes, Sir, please pimp me out to your friends. I want to be a slut for all black cocks," I blurted out loudly, forgetting where I was.

His cock went back down my throat and he held me tightly against him with my nose buried in his pubes.

"And you like being exposed, don't you faggot? he asked.

I could only moan in reply as his cock was lodged down my throat.

"You love being exposed, don't you faggot? That's how this all started, right? With you stroking yourself in the sauna and getting caught by Walter?"

I once again moaned in reply.

"And you loved masturbating at Sara's desk last night and having me send that picture to her today, right faggot?" he asked as he released me and pulled his cock from my throat.

Finally able to speak, and with drool running down my chin, I looked up at him and exclaimed, "Yes, Sir, thank you for allowing me to masturbate at her desk then exposing me to her. Everybody should know what a faggot I am, Sir."

"I knew it was you, Andy" a female voice joyously exclaimed.

I looked up and was mortified to see Sara walk up behind Michael.

"Oops," Michael laughed. "I guess you've been outed."

"I knew you were a little pervert, but I didn't realize you were a gay sub too," Sara scoffed. "You are so getting fired!"

"No, please Sara. I'm sorry. Please don't tell anybody. I need this job," I pleaded.

She thought about it for a few seconds, then smiled at me.

"I'm going to get you fired, Andy. But maybe I can have a little fun with you before I do," she said.

Then she looked down at Michael's glistening cock.

"That's beautiful thing looks bigger in real life than in the picture you sent me," she said with a sly smile on her face.

"It appears the faggot has it all warmed up for me," she continued.

"He sure does," replied Michael. "Now get those clothes off and bend over the faggot's desk."

Sara gave Michael a sly smile and started unbuttoning her blouse, then stopped and looked at me.

"Faggot, be a dear and go be a lookout for us. Wait on your knees in the lobby and warn us if anybody comes into the office," she said to me.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said as I got up and walked out of my office.

I got on my knees next to her desk, trying to stay concealed in case somebody walked into the office.

I heard some giggling and a little moaning coming from my office, followed by some light moaning, then slapping and louder moaning as the sounds of fucking escaped my office. I listened for the next 10 minutes as Michael fucked Sara in my office. Then I heard him moan in climax, followed by some more heavy breathing.

There was some more giggling and some hushed talking before Michael yelled out to me.

"Get in here, faggot!"

I walked into my office and found Michael completely naked except for his socks. Sara was also completely naked, sitting on my desk with her legs spread, facing my chair. She was absolutely perfect, and wasn't at all shy about her nakedness.

As she sat at my desk with her legs spread I noticed that cum was dripping from her pussy and pooling on my desk. She followed my eyes, then stood up.

"Oops, look like we made a mess. Why don't you clean that up, Andy? I mean, faggot," she said with a sly smile as she got up and still naked sat back in my chair.

I moved in front of my desk and gladly slurped up the cum that had dripped from her just fucked pussy. The taste of cum is so unique and I had learned to love it. After I slurped up all of the cum I turned around and saw that Sara had her phone in her hand with the camera pointed at me.

"Now come clean my cock off, faggot," Michael ordered.

I crawled over to him and took his softening cock in my hand. I licked the remaining drops of cum from the tip of his cock, then licked the length of his shaft. Finally, I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked him, hoping he would get fully hard again.

But before he got hard he pulled away and looked down at my hard cock with pre-cum oozing down it's shaft.

"Faggot, since you enjoy masturbating at desks so much, why don't you show Sara how you masturbate. I want you to cum on your desk then lick it up."

I was horny and past the point of caring or being embarrassed, so as Sara got up from my chair I sat down and looked over at the beautiful naked bodies of Michael and Sara as they watched me, and Sara captured a video of me on her phone.

"Tell us what you are now, faggot. And don't stop talking until you cum for us," Michael ordered.

I started stoking my cock and knew I wouldn't last long.

"I'm a faggot bitch now, Sir," I said. "I want to suck your cock every day. I want you to fuck me and make me your bitch every day. Please pimp me out and make me service all of your friends, Sir. Please expose me and..."

Then I stood up and came all over my desk. My cock just kept spurting cum until it was all over my desk. When the cum stopped flying I took a moment to catch my breath, then looked in the eyes of both of them before turning back to my desk and slurping and licking up all the cum.

When I looked back at Sara she just smiled and said, "You're such a pathetic little faggot. I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you before I expose you to everybody at the office and get you fired."

I stayed on my knees in front of my desk as they both got dressed. As they walked out of my office, hand in hand, Michael looked back at me and smiled.

"Bye, Faggot. We're leaving, but you're to wait naked on your knees by Sara's desk until the janitor comes to clean the office. When he sees you, you are to offer to suck his cock. If he says 'yes', then you'll suck his sweaty old cock until he cums in your mouth. If he says 'no' then you're to return to your office, sit at your desk with your legs spread and on the desk, and masturbate while he cleans. You can leave after you cum again. Text me a picture either of his cock in your mouth or the cum on your desk."

With that said, they walked out of the office and left me waiting for the janitor.