Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2017 11:25:53 -0400
From: Greg Stevens <bymyself723@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting My Boss - Chapter 1

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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