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fot about it and the fact that it was due this m. I tinue
swearing at myself as I cli the flashiangle.
"Hello fag," says the single-lined message in the Yahoo Messenger window.
I glance surreptitiously over at you but you are not looking at me. I am
just about to reply when I see the notification indig that you are
typing another message. I wait.
Within a few seds a new line appears uhe first one.
"I bet you' re w how it' d feel to have my cock shoved up your
bht now."
My heart lurches, my cock twitches and my asshole tightens
instinctively. Even after all this while a part of me still resents how my
body reacts so violently and untrollably to you. A simple message like
that seems enough to transform me immediately from a normal young man to a
ravening, cock-hungry boyslut who just ' t stop thinking about other
men' s cocks.
"Well, tough luck," a third line appears. "But tell you what, go upstairs
into the meeting rht now, undo your zipper, and wait for me."
My knees go weak. Oh god. You' ve apparently fou another way to use
me.
"And make sure you stand fag the door," says the fourth and final
message.
I almost let out an involuntary whimper as you once again so easily take
trol of me. I barely sit up as the feeling of utter helplessness
washes over me, siphoning my energy away and suffusing my muscles and
joints with a weakness I find both delicious and intoxig. With just a
few words you' ve stripped me of all of my outer shell and laid my pitiful
gibbering soul bare to the world and your cruel designs. Oh, the power that
you have over me!
I rise slowly from my chair, my legs shaking slightly and my heart thudding
in my chest. I keep my gaze lowered as I make my way betweehers'
cubicles towards the door. Outside, the lift opens to reveal three oth