Designated Bottom Ch. 05

My dick was hard all night, and any sleep I did get was no reprieve. My dreams were a constant stream of cock. One moment I was getting my throat filled by the guy who my boss had arranged to skull fuck me in the bathroom. His dick was already huge when it was staring me in the face. Each bob up and down its shaft made it grow bigger and bigger until I was sure my throat was going to rip open, but it never did.

The stranger who really took my mouth for a run changing shape to Will who I hadn't seen since that first morning after awakening as a designated bottom. The figure of the man whose balls were slapping against my chin shifting back and forth from Will and the man from my work bathroom rendezvous.

Then I was suddenly on my hands and knees on a bed with a rubber sheet in a dark bathhouse. Instead of being blindfolded like I was in real life, I was allowed to see the line of built men and their hard cocks going out of the room, and each one was bigger and more well hung than the last. Only their faces were obscure as if to compensate for the fact that I wasn't allowed to see at all when I took their loads.

They stepped up one at a time and pressed their cocks into my waiting hole. With each load, I kept thinking about how grateful I was for their cock and cum. I told myself it was because each load provided more lube and therefore would make the next cock easier to take.

But that wasn't true. Each one grew and grew in size that I could never quite get used to, and even though it was only a dream, it was like I was being stretched beyond my limit with each new cock. All the while, my boss Jack sat in the corner stroking his cock and watching me take load after load. His eyes were just as penetrating as the dicks stretching me out. They looked so deep inside me that I was sure if he only could see a cock-hungry faggot, then he must be right.

Those thoughts continued to swirl in my mind as I got up and got ready for the day. My body looked amazing in the mirror. All my muscles felt a bit plumper, and my ass was wide but well-defined. Still had some fuzzy cheeks, and some hair in the crack as always. I wondered if guys preferred to fuck a smooth or hairy ass and assumed there are guys who probably enjoy one more than the other, or both. Trying to imagine which I'd prefer and all that came to mind were cocks. Hairy, shaved, trimmed. Thick, cut, uncut. All looked good as my dick became rock hard. But I refrained from stroking it.

Luckily, I was up far earlier than my roommates, and so we didn't have to talk about the awkward night we shared. And in no time at all I found myself walking into the office, and a message from Jack on my computer telling me to find him in the conference room. The first flash of a thought in my mind was of me on all fours on the table leaking a string of precum from the tip of my dick pooling on the wooden surface as I whimpered in delight.

When I opened the door I found Jack sitting at the end of the table working on his laptop. Sitting next to him was none other than Victor. Both turned toward me with a big smile, and I froze.

"There's the faggot," Victor said. My face grew warm with flush as I realized he knew my new secret.

"Close the door and lock it, faggot," Jack added not even responding to Victor. I quickly did as I was told and then stood there as if instinctively waiting for my next command. "You know Victor. I've asked him to join us. Is that alright with you, faggot?"

I gulped. "Y-yes, sir."

"He's so skittish this morning, Jack..." Victor grinned.

"Seems that way... not sure why, faggot. I know you are still in the early days, but I believe I just doubled the number of dicks for this morning's dick appointment. What do you say?"

"Th-thank you, sir." I couldn't help but grow even more flush as I was caught on another stammer.

"Honestly, faggot, there's no need to be nervous. We are already good pals. I got to know you quite well yesterday afternoon," said Victor.

I opened my mouth to respond but couldn't think of what to say. Did he mean --

"Victor sometimes meets me at that bathhouse. I'm something of a mentor to him, and how lucky for us that a brand new designated bottom faggot finds themselves working for me. I'm going to talk him through warming up a newly turned cumdump... plus he said he likes the idea of planting a second load in you in less than 24 hours. Isn't that right, Victor?"

"It certainly is," Victor said eyeing me with that same flared nostril look Jack was giving me as well. So, it was Victor who was the mystery fucker that recognized me while I was blindfolded and getting cock after cock under Jack's supervision. Which means he'd already loaded me up once. I tried to think back to which cock was his, and though I remembered each dick with extreme clarity, I couldn't place him. It didn't help that he was currently dressed, but he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Too many clothes, faggot." It took me a moment before I realized that he was commanding me, and saw a flash of impatience in his eyes, but he didn't make a move. I quickly undressed, but my eyes and his remained locked and I could feel his impatience growing with each passing moment. Finally, I stood there naked. "Come kneel before our boss, faggot," he directed me.

Jack pushed his chair back and spread his legs, and I glided down to a kneeling position with my face in his crotch, but careful not to touch. Not without permission. But I felt the heat of his bulge and it was taking a lot of restraint. Victor pushed me forward, so I was leaning on my hands with my face buried in Jack's crotch. Victor grabbed the back of my head and began rubbing it into Jack's bulge, and I felt his other hand pushing on the small of my back to get me to arch. He released my head, and I kept rubbing my face on Jack's crotch as though it was still there directing me.

"Take it out," Jack said softly, and I reached up and unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and he sat up a bit to lift his hips off the chair to pull his pants down and expose that wonderful cock. It landed on my nose, and he just left it there and stared down at me. That's when I felt Victor's tongue beginning to make circles on my hole. I tried to stifle my moans and gasps, but I'm sure Jack felt my breaths in short starts as I inhaled his cock's smell. "Suck it."

In a fluid motion as though waiting for the command I pulled my head back, sliding Jack's cock along my face until the tip reached my lips, and I parted them. My mouth glided down his shaft and stopped for a moment. I pulled off a bit, and slid back down, and unlike yesterday I found my nose buried in his pubes in two quick thrusts this morning. I began slurping and sliding up and down as I moaned with each wriggle of the tongue in my ass. Even more so when Victor started adding fingers to the equation. They probed at me with an expertise I wasn't expecting. Victor seemed the type to just shove things wherever he wanted and without any finesse. But that was not the case at all. I was moaning around Jack's cock as Victor wasted no time getting my hole nice and open. A feeling I was getting more and more familiar with. I barely had a moment to register his fingers sliding out of me before I felt his cock take their place.

Turns out that I had Victor's character somewhat correct, because he didn't ease it in. He pushed his full weight into one smooth stroke. All at once I felt his cock bury itself to the base. The only thing preventing a yelp escaping my throat was the cock already occupying the path out. There was no time to adjust as Victor immediately began pumping in and out. This went on for some time. Though the previous night's sleep was not too restful, it had been just enough to rejuvenate what remained of my old self-image. But my diminishing straight identity was more resigned to a fate of slow dissipation than in the last few days. A week ago, the idea of Victor plowing my ass would have sounded both ridiculous and distressing. But now? Now I felt a warmth radiating from my hole. For a moment I thought I might be able to recognize this cock from feel alone. After all, this wasn't my first time taking it. But Jack hadn't called me in here for a simple fuck.

"Let's talk about this new position I have in mind for you, faggot," Jack said. "Here's the deal. Executive leadership has been trying to find a way to deal with the steady decline in profit that's been going on for a couple of years now. And recent studies have indicated that one of the biggest drivers for lower sales performance in organizations today is simple. Guys at work are too fucking horny to focus. I don't have to tell you just how much things have changed, do I faggot?" He put his hand on the back of my head and thrust his cock as deep into my throat as possible and held it there. My gagging and sputtering and coughing is what he took for an answer. He and Victor chuckled. "Lucky for us, though, a newly minted designated bottom popped up right in our very ranks..."

Of course I knew where this was going. I knew where this was going yesterday when he dropped me off at home. He wanted me to become the office cum dump. He wanted me to become the way all the guys at work let off some steam during the day so they could be more focused at making the company money. This was an arrangement that wasn't too uncommon these days. A new designated bottom becomes apparent at work, and suddenly all the guys are using them multiple times a day. My own cock was signaling to me just how much I'd changed. It was rock hard and leaking like crazy. And I couldn't help but imagine all the guys I knew at work getting their turn fucking me.

"There's be some rules, of course. No cumming yourself. You'd be expected to wear a cock cage at work at all times. I'd say it was to prevent some of the guys from feeling weird making a faggot cum from getting fucked, but the truth is I just think it's hot." The idea was a bit startling. I'd never considered wearing a cock cage before. But the truth was, all I could think in response was that as long as I could still get fucked I wouldn't mind. "The other stipulation would be related to... your orientation." He pulled my mouth off his cock and titled my head back so he could make sure I saw the smirk on his face. "You've started to be opened up, and we have certainly helped you push past that initial resistance, but you haven't quite reached the level of depravity required for what the office guys will put you through." I gulped, which only made him smile wider. All the while Victor did not relent on my ass. "How does that sound, faggot?"

One more gulp, but I resolved to answer quickly and honestly. "It... it makes my cock hard, sir." This made Jack beam at me. His eyes and smile lighting up the whole room like I'd never seen before. And it earned a smack on the ass from Victor.

"Thatta faggot!" He said while squeezing my hips in his fingers.

"I'm glad to hear you say that faggot. There are perks too. First, you are going to get a significant pay increase. Second, you'll get your own... 'office,' if you catch my drift." My own place to get railed he means. "After the initial month or so, you'll also get some face time with the executive team. Well... more like cock time." Under normal circumstances, getting time in front of an executive team would be a great way to network with high-powered people. I wondered what networking as a designated bottom would mean for me. "And of course... all the cum you can take. Heck, maybe more cum than you can take," Victor chuckled. Jack grabbed the back of my head again and shoved my face onto his cock until his pubes once again tickled my nose.

Then he held it there, and Victor picked up the pace. Jackhammering me so hard that somehow Jack's cock seemed to get buried deeper and deeper into my throat. I felt Victor's pace grow erratic, and while still suffocating on Jack's cock, he shoved as deep as possible into me and began shooting his load deep into my ass. Jack must have been so enamored watching that climax that he forgot to let me breath and for a moment I was worried I would pass out. But I didn't. I kept still, and when I no longer felt the throbs of cum being shot into my hole, he finally let me off.

I gagged and coughed up more phlegm and mucus than I had previously. Victor pulled out of me with a plop, and I felt a bit of his load began sliding down my inner thigh. "Thank you, sir." I said to Victor, who smiled at me in response. He pulled up his pants, adjusted his clothes, and nodded to Jack before leaving. I stayed put. Waiting on my knees. Hoping that Jack would tell me to turn around so I could get his load too. He ignored me instead. After a couple of minutes, he finally turned back to me.

"So far, you are doing a great job faggot. Any questions about what we've discussed?"

"Th-thank you, sir. I'm... I'm just wondering. You mentioned that orientation would be... that I would need to be more-"

"Depraved. Yes, faggot. The truth is, I like the idea of surprising you, very very much. Here's what we are going to do. I'm going to give you an assignment. You have all day to complete it. No need to go back to your desk. I'll get someone working on setting up your new office. But tomorrow you'll come in at the same time. By then, we'll be ready to start you on your orientation."

"Thank you, sir." He still didn't give me any ideas as to what it would be, but I knew enough at this point to know that the answer he gave was as much as he'd be willing to give.

"Good faggot. Now, go see Ned in IT. He has the equipment you'll need for today's assignment. Oh, and he doesn't know about your new position yet. He doesn't know what the assignment is, or why you need the equipment. As far as I know, he's like you." My face must have betrayed some confusion. This made Jack chuckle. "Maybe I should say he's like how you used to be. The rare fully straight guy in a horny homoerotic world." I wasn't sure why Jack was telling me all this. It sounded pointless to me, but I was glad this stranger wouldn't know about how fall I'd fallen.

"Yes sir. I understand." I was still kneeling. Waiting for the next command. I felt my hole twinge waiting for his command to turn around to take his cock before I left. I watched his face as he looked down at me. Still smiling. "S-sir...?" I started.

"What, faggot?" His eyes kept contact with mine.

"C-can I have your load too, sir?"

"Not yet." His eye gave a little twinkle. "But good faggot for asking." I gulped hard. "You can get to your assignment, now faggot." And he turned away from me. The disappointment I felt was intense. But I didn't want to frustrate him further by being told twice. I stood up, pulled myself together, and left the room. My hole leaking in my underwear, and my cock harder than diamonds.

The IT department was a bit harder to find than I anticipated. I'd never gone before and only had passing familiarity with Ned. I found him sitting at a bench working on some laptops that I presumed were my co-workers'. Ned was tall, and lanky. He had a bearded nerd quality about him with his thick rimmed glasses. His hair was dark. And it struck me that he was extremely handsome. Which of course was how I was feeling about most guys these days.

"Ned?" I asked cautiously. He looked up, clearly a bit startled. I doubt he was used to being bothered over here in his secluded corner.

"Yeah? Hey. What do you need?" He was short and to the point, but no rudeness or malice in his voice. My cock still throbbed in my pants, and I felt supremely horny especially after having been denied Jack's load. And I had to resist the new urge to say that what I really needed was for him to fuck his cum into me. But in my focus to not proposition him, I realized I didn't say anything. I was just staring. "You okay?" He seemed a bit annoyed.

"Y-yes! Sorry. I uhm... Jack said to come find you? You have some equipment for me?"

"Oh! Yeah, let me grab that." He stood, and I got a better look at his body. It was lanky, but I could see that he was a bit toned. His arms especially looked nice. And then he bent down into a corner of his little workspace. My eyes immediately narrowed in on his legs. His ass was amazing as well. My fixation was still on cock and cum, but it was becoming harder and harder to stop myself from imagining this guy's cheeks flexing as he thrust into my own waiting ass. I gulped, audibly. He looked back at me and seemed to realize I was leering. He turned back and quickly found what he was looking for. A large box still sealed. He pushed it into my arms and seemed ready to get rid of me. "Anything else?" Again, I found myself holding back the urge to get on my knees and beg for his cock. It was starting to dawn on me that perhaps this torment was part of Jack's plan. That he got me all riled up for cock and his cum and told me the guy I needed to talk to would not be interested in satiating my needs in that department. After all, I was just like him only a week ago, and I can only imagine what I would have thought or said had a guy begged me to fuck him...

"N-no thanks!" I didn't wait for his reply. I turned and left the area. I found the closest empty conference room and shut myself inside. After a few minutes I found myself calming down, though my cock remained rock hard. Once I felt I'd moved on mentally from the embarrassment of the interaction with Ned, I turned back to the box in my arms. Opening it only took a moment, and inside I found a few items. First, there was a letter addressed to me. Well, it was addressed to "Faggot," but I knew that meant me. Second, a video camera. It looked expensive, but compact. Obviously meant for easy maneuvering. Instantly I felt wary of the camera, but I reminded myself that I'd just agreed to be the cumdump for the whole office. And my best friends already knew about my new... interests. Who was I afraid of seeing the evidence of my newfound faggotry?

The thought was not comforting. I still felt the fear, though I'm not sure why it would matter at this point. Perhaps it was because I was not yet the office cum dump. Or because though I hadn't been able to get hard thinking of women anymore, I still felt the anticipation of embarrassment at the potential of them recognizing me for what I was becoming. Or perhaps I was most afraid of seeing the evidence that I was a designated bottom myself. My embarrassment was not over, though. Because the next item I found in the box was a cock cage. Apparently, Jack was not interested in waiting for me to get used to that idea. It was metal and looked intimidating. But that wasn't all. I also found a brand-new jockstrap, and a sharpie marker. Having taken inventory of the box, I turned back to the letter. I opened it quickly, and inside I found a keycard along with a note that explained the assignment.

"Faggot,

Prove to me how much you've changed. Go to the Curbside Motel at the address listed below. This key will get you into room 3. Put the door stop in the door when you arrive so it doesn't close behind you. Then, I want you to strip, put on the jock and cage, and wait on your knees. Keep the camera and sharpie close. I'll have a steady stream of cock come your way. Your job is to get them to cum in you or on you, and make sure you film every encounter. But your face is the only one that should be on camera. Have each guy mark your jock with the marker. I'll text you when you've taken the last load. How many will you take? I'll keep that a mystery, but your job is to take all I send your way. And make sure you bring the camera to work tomorrow. I'll be wanting all that footage.

Jack"

As I made my way to the motel, I kept wondering just how many loads he'd send my way. I'd taken so many the day before. The camera still made me anxious. But more than that, all I could think about was how even though it made me anxious to film myself taking load after load, I knew I'd do anything to get as much cum as possible. And I realized I'd never been so horny in my entire life...