Submissive Meets New Dom P04

** This is the fourth part in the Submissive Meets New Dom in Sauna series about a "straight" man who is displayed, used, and taught that he isn't straight **

When I left Walter's condo I walked as fast as I could back to work. I had been gone way too long for a normal lunch break. I arrived a bit sweaty and headed up to my office.

When I walked in the door I tried walking past the receptionist without making conversation.

"That was a long lunch, Andy. And whatever you were doing has you looking all hot and bothered," she said.

Sara was a smoking hot 28 year old that had started working for the company about a year ago. She was 5' 8" tall with a thin athletic body and and great tits that magically appeared a couple of months after she started her job. She had a beautiful face and long dark hair. She was nosy and bossy and got away with it because we all assumed she was sleeping with the boss.

"Oh, and I just added a couple of appointments to your calendar. You have a zoom video call at four o'clock and another at five o'clock," she continued.

"O.K., thanks," I said as I rushed past her.

I didn't have time to eat, and I was so nervous about Michael showing up at my office at 6:00 that I didn't have an appetite anyway.

"Why did I give him my office address?" I thought to myself. I could have offered to meet him somewhere else.

Then I realized I had his cell phone number because he had sent himself the pictures he took of me on my phone.

"Sir, I don't think it's a good idea to meet at my office this evening. Some of my co-workers will still be working at that time. Can I meet you back at the condo or in your car?" I texted him.

He didn't respond until after four o'clock when I was on a zoom video call.

"Faggot, subs don't get to set the rules. I'll be at your office at 6:00. Should I ask the receptionist where 'sub Andy's' office is located? he relied.

"Oh shit," I thought to myself before replying.

"O.K., Sir. No, the receptionist should be gone by then. Walk in the main door, turn right down the first hallway, and I am in the last office."

I then tried to forget about it while I finished my call and then started my five o'clock call.

At five thirty I noticed a new text on my phone from Walter.

"Faggot, I want to watch you with Michael this evening. I've set up a zoom meeting. Use this meeting ID to get in. See you soon, faggot."

My throat went dry and I started getting nervous. I kept trying to subtly wrap up the call, but it was a group call with three other people, and one of the guys on the call droned on about one topic after another. I was hoping to get off the call so I could walk around the office before Michael arrived so I knew who was still there.

Then Michael walked into my office. It was only 5:50. He was early and I was still on my call. I'm sure all the color left my face, but nobody on the call said anything. I looked from Michael back to the screen and once again tried to wrap things up, but the same person said he had one more thing he wanted to discuss.

Thankfully, Michael saw that I was on a call and didn't say anything.

After talking for a few more minutes I looked back over to Michael and was shocked to see that he had opened his pants and was stroking his cock while smiling at me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Then he walked forward and started gently hitting his cock on the edge of my desk. Thankfully, my camera faced away from where he was standing.

"Um, guys, I need to go," I said and closed the the zoom meeting just as Michael starting walking around the desk to where I was sitting.

"Hi, faggot," he said.

"Hello, Sir," I said while quickly looking from his cock to my open door to make sure nobody was see what he was doing.

"Start the zoom call with Walter now," he ordered.

I restarted zoom and carefully typed in the meeting code I had been given. As the call started zoom announced "Recording in progress."

Walter hadn't started his video, but he was on the call and could see me.

"Hi faggot. Is Michael there yet?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," I responded.

"Good. Well, I'm just going to sit back and be a fly on the wall and watch. Carry on then," he said.

Michael moved closer so he was on the video showing his big black cock that was at half mast. I leaned forward to take it in my mouth but he stopped me.

"Not yet, faggot. Strip first," he said.

"Yes, Sir. But let me close my door," I responded.

"No, faggot, we're going to leave it open. Now strip," he ordered.

I hesitated.

"Or we can walk down the hall to the first occupied office and I'll make you suck my cock in front of whoever is still in the office."

I got the picture and quickly stripped and threw my clothes on the floor by my desk.

"Good boy. Now sit back in your chair, look into the camera, and say your name, where you are, and what you're about to do," he ordered.

I sat back down.

"Hi. I'm Andy Boi. I'm in my office at work and I'm about to suck a big black cock," I said.

"Now slide your chair back further so Walter can see all of you," he said.

I slid back so my face and whole body were on the video screen.

Then Walter's voice came through the speakers on my desk. "I see that just the thought of sucking a BBC has made you nice and hard, faggot."

I looked down and saw how hard I was. I also saw that the tip of my cock was glistening with precum. Then I just automatically spread my legs and started stroking my cock while looking into the camera.

"Out of the chair so I can sit down, faggot. Get on your knees," Michael commanded.

I slid down onto my knees in front of the char as Michael sat down.

With his beautiful black cock right in front of me I moved in to start sucking it.

"Not so fast faggot. You really want my monster cock don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," I quickly responded, still staring at the big cock in front of me.

Ha ha, he laughed. "We'll see about that."

"Suck my balls," he said.

I scooted forward so I was between his legs, lifted his cock out of the way, and took his hairy left nut into my mouth. I noticed the man smell right away. The man musk that I had come to love.

"Hold on. Your head is blocking the camera. Hand me the camera," he said.

I turned to my desk and handed him the external camera I use for zoom calls.

"Ok, back to it, faggot," he commanded while aiming the camera at my face.

I again took his big hairy left ball into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it then pulled my mouth away and moved to his right ball and repeated the action. I continued to lick, kiss and suck his balls while thinking about how much cum these big balls were going to shoot in my mouth.

"Both balls in your mouth now," he said.

With some effort I got both balls into my mouth.

"Do you want my cock, faggot?" he asked.

With a mouth full of balls I could only nod my head slightly in response.

He reached down and pushed my head back and his balls came out of my mouth.

"You've almost earned my cock, faggot."

"Beg for it," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Please Sir, may I suck your beautiful cock," I said in a hushed tone.

"Louder!"

"Please Sir, may I suck your beautiful cock, Sir," I said in a slightly louder voice.

"Louder!"

When I get horny it seems like a switch flips inside me that makes me lose all inhibitions. And the site of his big black cock mere inches from my face had flipped that switch.

"Please Sir, may I suck your beautiful black cock. I'll do anything you want me to Sir. Just please let me suck your cock," I pleaded loudly.

"O.K." he responded.

"But I like my faggots to rim my ass before they suck my cock."

With that, he leaned back in the chair, scooted his ass forward, and spread and lifted his legs so they hung over the arms of the chair.

I didn't want to rim him, but I was willing to do anything to get his cock in my mouth. So without hesitation, I moved forward and started licking his asshole. There's a certain taste when you first lick a ass. Not bad if the hole is clean, but not good either. I gently licked around it at first, then sped things up, changing motion, speed and direction to try to satisfy him.

"Get that tongue in my hole." he commanded.

I started to fuck his tight hole with my tongue. As I continued my ministrations on his hole he started talking to me.

"Walter tells me that you still think you're straight. Before you get my cock I want you to look into the camera and admit what you really are," he said.

I looked up at him with a questioning look on my face. "Sir?" I said.

"You're on your knees sucking the balls and rimming the ass of a man you just met today while begging for his cock. What does that make you?," he asked.

"A faggot, Sir," I said dejectedly as I looked towards the floor.

"Not good enough. Look at the camera and exclaim loudly and proudly what you are, then you can suck my cock," he ordered.

With the promise of his cock on my mind I looked at the camera he was holding and loudly exclaimed, "I am a faggot. I am Andy Boi and I'm a faggot who loves cock!"

"Good faggot."

"You're going to offer to rim my ass every time you see me from now on, faggot. Subs like you need the humiliation of burying their face in an ass before earning the right to suck a monster cock like mine."

"Yes, Sir," I responded.

"Good. Now suck," he commanded.

I quickly moved in and took his cock in my mouth. Mmm, I loved the taste of his manhood as my mouth started sliding up and down on his cock.

I was only taking about half of his cock, which was thick and must have been nine or ten inches long, when I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me to take more.

"Lick it, faggot," he said.

I pulled my head off his cock and started licking the length of his cock. I started on one side, then grabbed his balls to hang onto as I licked the underside of his cock. I continued my way around his cock then swirled my tongue over the head.

"Now take it all, faggot," he ordered.

I took his cock back in my mouth and instantly felt his hand return to the back of my head. As I pushed down, so did he, but not so gently this time. His cock went deeper than before and I felt it hit my throat. I pulled back a little, but his push became more insistent. His cock hit my throat again, but this time I tried to relax, and finally I felt a slight "pop" as my throat opened and his cock slid the rest of the way into my mouth and throat. When my nose hit his pubes he pulled harder and held me tightly against him with his cock all the way in me. I concentrated on not choking and was proud of myself for taking all of his BBC. I was going to be a good fag for him.

Then the pressure from his hands softened and I pulled my head back up momentarily so I could catch a breath before I was pulled all the way back down again.

"That's it faggot. You're a natural cocksucker. I know you're Walter's bitch, but you're going to be my sub bitch too, aren't you faggot?"

I just moaned slightly on his cock.

"Walter always let's me help train his bitches so they learn to satisfy big cocks," he said.

Then the pressure from his hand released and my head was allowed to come up again. As soon as I took a breath he slammed his cock all the way back in, then released again. Then he slammed in again. He kept repeating this, fucking my throat until I started loudly gagging.

Then a woman's voice that sounded like it was right outside my door said, "Goodnight, Andy."

He let my head up in time for me to take a breathe and timidly reply, "Um, good night."

It sounded like Jessie, but I wasn't sure. Had she seen me or just noticed the light was still on and was being polite as she left.

I didn't have long to ponder whether I had been caught by one of my co-workers because Michael grabbed my head and slammed his cock all the way back into my throat. I started gagging and covered his cock in saliva and phlegm as I tried pulling away.

Michael pushed me off of him and put the camera back on the desk as he stood up.

"Get up here and bend over the desk, faggot. Show me your pussy."

My coughing calmed down as I stood and bent over the desk as directed. Michael then adjusted the camera to a position that showed my face and body. Then he positioned himself behind me.

"I'm going to break in your ass now, faggot," he said as I felt him rubbing his slick cock head against my hole.

Then he thrust into me and I thought my hole was being ripped open.

I let out a loud grunt. Then he pulled out a little and slammed back into me and the feel of skin against my ass let me know he was all the way in. I was taking the full length of his big cock.

Then I heard a door close from somewhere in the office. I didn't know if it was someone coming in or leaving, but I instantly froze, hoping nobody would come our way.

But while I was frozen, the noise didn't deter Michael. His grip on my hips tightened and he started fucking me - hard. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud. Anybody left in the office would surely hear what was going on in my office.

"Whack! Whack!" I felt and heard a slap on my ass.

"You have a nice tight hole, faggot. I'm going to enjoy using this hole often," he exclaimed.

"Yes, Sir," I answered.

"Slap, Slap, Slap," the sounds of fucking filled the air and seemed so loud in my small office.

Then my cellphone rang. I looked at it and said softly, I thought to myself, "Oh shit."

"Who's that faggot," he said as he continued pounding into my ass.

"It's my wife, Sir," I replied.

"Oh, this is priceless. Answer it."

I lifted my head from the desk, grabbed the phone and answered it.

"Hi, Honey," I said into the phone.

"Hey, Andy. Are you leaving soon. I invited your parents over for dinner and they're going to be here at 7:00," she said.

Michael pulled almost all the way out of my ass and slammed back into me.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, just moving some files and getting my desk straightened out before I head home," I said as he pulled out and slammed into me again.

"Oh, O.K., just hurry home," she said before hanging up.

When I put the phone down Michael just started laughing as he continued pounding into my ass.

"Maybe I should send her the video of what you were doing when she called," he said.

"Please, no Sir," I begged.

"We'll see," is all he responded. Then he continued pounding into me for another five minutes, stretching and abusing my asshole and alternating spanks on my ass cheeks.

"I'm getting close, faggot. Do you want my cum in your mouth or pussy?" he asked.

"Wherever you'd like, Sir," I responded through my grunts.

He then quickened his pace and the slapping got louder as he slammed into my ass.

"I'm breeding you, faggot," he exclaimed with a final thrust, then I felt him cumming in my ass. He continued to hold me tight as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into my ass.

When he caught his breath he pulled out and I felt the cool air on my sore and gaping asshole, and felt his cum running out of my ass down my leg.

"On your knees, faggot," he ordered.

When I dropped to my knees he moved forward and pushed his cock into my face.

"Clean up my cock, faggot. Every time I fuck you from now on you are going to clean my cock afterwards. Faggot bitches like you need to luv ass-to-mouth," he said with a smirk on his face.

I opened my mouth and sucked his cock in. It was still mostly hard, so I deep throated it and made sure to suck hard. Then I pulled back and licked it from tip to balls on each side. I didn't care that it had just been in my ass, it just felt so right to clean his beautiful cock.

After a few minutes he pulled away, put his pants back on and told me to follow him as he walked towards my door.

"Good show, Andy," I heard Walter say over the speakers before seeing the zoom meeting end.

I had forgotten that Walter was watching, and recording, everything that was happening.

I grabbed my clothes, but as I was about to put them I I looked at Michael and saw him shaking his head at me, so I dropped them back on the floor and walked out of my office naked. I quickly scanned the hallway and didn't see anybody. I followed Michael into the reception area, again scanning for any sign of other people, but everything was quiet.

"Sit in the receptionists chair for me, faggot," he directed.

I sat down and looked at him questioningly.

"You did good today, faggot, so I'm going to let you cum. Masturbate for me," he ordered.

I couldn't believe I was naked in the lobby of my office, but I was so horny and hard that I just couldn't argue with him. I sat back and started quickly stroking my cock. Then I looked at Michael and saw that he had his phone out.

"Look over at me and smile, faggot. Don't stop."

I smiled at him while continuing to stroke my cock as he took several pictures.

"Lean back and put your feet up on her desk, legs spread," he ordered.

More pictures were taken.

"Now finger yourself and cum for me, faggot," he ordered.

I put one finger in my ass and felt how loose my cum covered hole was, so I added two more fingers and started fucking myself.

"Keep your eyes open and look at me when you cum, faggot."

I looked at him and the camera and came a few strokes later as my fingers flew in and out of my freshly fucked ass.

I sat there catching my breath when suddenly the glass door to the office opened and an elderly black man walked into the office pushing a vacuum. I froze as the janitor walked into the office. I had completely forgotten that our office was cleaned every night at about this time.

He also froze as he walked in the office and just stared at the scene in front of him.

Michael didn't flinch, but another smile came across his face.

He looked at the old man and said in a normal conversational tone, "Hi, old man. I'm training my faggot bitch and you got here just as our session was about to end."

Then he looked at me.

"Faggot, take those fingers out of your ass and suck them clean," he ordered.

I did as ordered.

"Now scoop that cum off your stomach and swallow it."

Again, I did as I was told. I ran my fingers over my stomach several times, scooping up all the cum that I could get and putting it in my mouth. The old man didn't move a muscle as he watched.

"Come kneel in front of me, faggot," Michael said when I was done.

I quickly scurried over to him and dropped to my knees.

"Now take my cock out and kiss it goodbye and thank me for using you," he ordered.

I reached for his pants and he raised the phone.

"I'm going to get a video of this," he said.

I undid the button and zipper on his pants and pulled out his cock. If had shrunk to half mast, but was still way bigger than mine. I leaned in and took it in my mouth, kissed all around it, then kissed his balls.

"Thank you Sir for letting me service your big black cock. Thank you for fucking me and making me your bitch. Please make me do it again, Sir," I said as I looked up at him and the camera.

Then he stepped back and zipped up.

He grabbed one of Sara's business cards off her desk then walked to the door and was about to leave when he looked at the old man.

"This faggot loves black cock. Do you want him to suck yours?" he asked.

The janitor looked over at me, then back to Michael.

"Not tonight," he responded.

"O.K., well if you ever want him to suck your cock, or more, just tell him and he'll do it for you. Won't you faggot? he said.

"Yes, Sir," I answered as I looked at both of them.

"That's what I thought, faggot."

"Oh, and I almost forgot. Since you were reluctant to admit it before, I want you to write 'Andy Boi is a faggot and loves cock' 100 times and bring it to me tomorrow," he ordered.