Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 16:04:55 +0000 (GMT) From: James Robert Subject: Forced to Wank - Next Day at the Office - Part Four Forced to Wank - Next Day at the Office - Part Four So there we were, Andy, slim, with dark blond hair, in his mid-twenties, and me, in my thirties, with darker hair and a bigger build, naked in a company office meeting room, being ordered to do more and more debased things by the man who had caught me wanking in my train cabin only the night before. My dick was now aching for release as I had been keeping it hard since he had forced me to undress, and I had got close to cumming when I was fucking Andy earlier. But I kept edging it, maintaining my erection as ordered. The man then ordered me to kneel down, making me feel vulnerable below them, the carpet tiles scratchy under my knees. "Wank slowly, but don't you dare cum, and keep your mouth open" he ordered me. He then turned to Andy and said "Cum on his face. You have two minutes or there will be more humiliation coming your way." Andy flushed at the stress of it all, having only cum into my mouth recently, but his cock had risen once more when I fucked him, and even now was still engorged. I looked up at him from my position on the floor, seeing his wanking technique, that most private of things, and the look on his face as he beat his meat above me, the muscles in his chest and legs tightening as he focused on his task and release grew closer. I wanked slowly as demanded, finding it hard not to cum looking at this fit young guy naked and wanking his thick uncut penis, lording it over me, his face fixed with concentration. The man was giving Andy reminders of the time "One minute thirty,one minute forty", and I'm sure this was putting Andy off the task in hand, but finally I saw his balls tightening and the exposed head of his cock flared open. I shut my eyes as jets of spunk landed on my face, covering my forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks, and spurting once again with a salty tang into my open mouth. I started to move my hand to wipe the cum from my eyelid when the man said to Andy "Now lick him clean." "You can't be serious?" Andy began, but knowing that he was, I then felt the wet touch of Andy's tongue against my skin, licking up his fresh salty deposits, and guessing that this was all being filmed by the man as further blackmail material to control us. Once he had licked my eyelids clean of his cum, I opened my eyes to the sight of Andy's face next to mine, his pink tongue sticking out and lapping up his juices. I could feel my skin drying in the air conditioned chill, my naked body now accustomed to the temperature. I hoped he was going to let me reciprocate and cum all over Andy as I had been keeping my dick hard for ages and was desperate for release. But that was not the call of nature that was to be answered. Once Andy had finished lapping his cum off my face and had swallowed it all down, he stood back up, his limp penis on show, hanging down over his large balls, surrounded by his dark bushy pubes. His expression was one of shellshock at what he had been made to do, and seeing this fit young man naked in the room with me, as debased as I was, turned me on massively. I revelled in his humiliation. He then spoke up, apologetically "I'm really sorry, but I need to go to the loo. It must be that coffee I drank earlier." The man from my cabin smiled and said "Well you can either pop out to the toilets naked as the day you were born, or you can go in here, but I don't want there to be any evidence left in the room." Andy started looking around him to see what he could pee into, as walking to the toilet, right at the other end of the corridor, was not an option. His eyes landed on the coffee cup he had recently drunk from, and then he looked down at my mouth. "Open up" Andy instructed, and the man nodded behind him, so I did, feeling my place back at the bottom of the pecking order. I saw Andy take hold of his uncut shaft, and he aimed its head towards my open mouth. He moved forward so there was no chance of his stream of piss missing its destination, and then, after a few false starts due to his self-consciousness, pissing in front of two other men, it started to flow. Throughout this I continued to wank, obeying the instruction to keep my cock hard. I tried to gulp the acrid piss down as it flowed into my mouth, fearful of what might happen if it went on the floor, but it was hard to cope with the volume. Andy spotted that it was starting to fill my mouth quicker than I could swallow it, so he grabbed the coffee cup and filled it back up, before returning his jet of piss into my mouth now that I had gulped down the previous mouthful. Finally the piss-stream petered out. I felt so dirty having effectively been his toilet, drinking his piss. The man gestured at Andy and the coffee cup. "I wanted there to be no evidence?" Andy looked at the man, horrified at the thought of drinking his own piss. But the man just stood there impassively waiting for him to do it. Finally Andy's will cracked, and he picked the cup up to his lips, and swigged down the warm yellowish liquid, trying not to gag on the taste or the thought of what he was doing. He looked devastated at this latest humiliation. The man looked on in satisfaction at his latest subject's capitulation, and then spoke. "I need to pop out for a few minutes. I suggest you open the blinds while I'm gone." He then stepped out of the room and locked the door. I got up off my knees and we both looked around desperately for our clothes. He must have taken them with him. All Andy could say was "I can't fuckin' believe this" over and over again. Both of us then remembered the man's comment about the blinds at the same time, so we headed towards the window. I switched off the meeting room lights and Andy pulled up the blinds. Our naked bodies were reflected in the window as we peered out at the overcast day. I still couldn't keep my eyes off Andy's fit body, that smooth skin and toned v shape down to his perfect plump cock. And then we saw the man from my cabin, out on the playing field that bordered the office, scattering pieces of clothing across the grass. We cursed and looked at each other, horrified. How on earth were we going to get our clothes back? This is the continuation of my first story - Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train. I would welcome any comments or suggestions. It turns me on to know if you have been wanking to this story. Please let me know where you think I should take the story, and what should happen to the characters? My email address is jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the first parts - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board. Please think about donating to Nifty to keep the service up and running.