The Station Master

"Richard," the booming voice echoed from the thin plastering they called a wall as my boss, and the Station Manager, Clive called from his office.

"Can you come in here for a moment?" he finished his sentence.

As you could probably tell by now I am Richard, at this point in my life I was 22 and had been working on the confusing-entanglement of tracks that was the Sydney Train Network in Australia for approximately two years.

I wasn't anything fancy in my mind. I worked long hours, usually 8-12 a day depending on the next staff change and who had called in sick, I travelled almost two hours each way to and from work each day, and I was a husband and dotting father to my first born son.

Clive on the other hand was a prick! He was in his mid-to-late 70s had been on the job it seemed since they built the system a century ago, the type of boss that when you were on the cleaning roster would literally pull on the white glove and run his finger across the TOP of the door checking for dirt.

Everyone hated him, but it was just easier to agree with him and do what he wanted than to try to fight him, otherwise you'd be on the crappiest part of the roster for eternity or until someone else pissed him off.

He, and his team of Deputy Managers, had this way of somehow giving you a warning or a 'breach notice' for not turning up to work, when the day before you looked at the fortnightly roster and saw your Day Off was still there. Someone between the time you left and the time you were getting the warning decided that no you don't get a day off instead you are going to do overtime but we are not going to tell you.

Taking all of this into account it was easy to see why and how it was so easy to get on his bad side with the amount of people they were giving warnings to.

Anyway, Clive was in his mid to late 70s, balding hair which he desperately tried so much to do that combover thing when they really don't have enough hair. And was grossly overweight. Yep you know the type of guy, and manager I am talking about.

"Close the door behind you and take a seat would you?" Although he framed it as a question I knew it was more a direction. I did as I was told, I closed the door and took a seat in the uncomfortable chair we were always expected to sit in where he sat opposite us behind his big desk and in his fancy Executive Luxury Chair that swivelled.

"Chris (one of his Duty Managers) said that you left early yesterday. Do you care to explain?" Clive said.

"There was word of a breakdown in the City Circle meaning big delays, we had a train arriving at the station heading to my place and I asked DM Chris if I could leave 5 minutes early so I could catch that train." I replied -- recounting the day before when all of what I had said had happened.

"There is no record of your conversation with DM Chris!" Clive said in his stern tone, as if he had just spring the I Gotcha Moment.

"Well isn't that an issue for Chris then? I asked he said yes, otherwise it could be hours before I could get home and I was due back here in just 8 hours. Your records would only show me clocking off not the hours I'd have to wait and then travel to get home. But I couldn't do it for me, I couldn't do it for my family, and I couldn't do it to the passengers this is meant to be a safety critical position, we have mandated rest periods that none of you give a fuck about." I had lost my temper, this type of crap had gone on long enough and with my already lack of sleep, the fact it had been 12 days since my last day off and today was the final shift I had before I finally got a day-off, and I was at my wits-end.

I know it may seem wrong of me but you guys didn't have to work with him and his cronies for the two years I already had, with this bullshit going on daily to someone on the job. We had lost many good Customer Service Attendants due to this guy, his boi-crew and people like that across the whole network.

"YOU WILL STOP, YOU WILL LOWER YOUR VOICE AND YOU WILL LISTEN!" Clive said standing up from his behind his desk, his face glowing red, spittle flying from his mouth and banging the table with the palms of his hands as he stood up.

I shit myself. I thought I had gone too far and was about to loose my job. I had that sinking moment where I was scared as to what was coming next, what I was going to tell my wife, and how I was going to explain how I had lost such an easy gig considering it was within a Government Department.

Clive then lowered his voice, my face maybe frozen in fear or regret I don't know. But he sat on the edge of his desk looking at me and things felt at ease.

"With what just happened here you should be fired!" he said a sly smirk coming across his face.

"But I understand things are stressful, at work, at home. And sometimes you need an outlet." This guy who I had always thought was a prick had this kind of caring side, I had noticed he had said the word 'should' and that meant another chance.

"I am willing to give you a second chance. I am impressed with the work you do around here and things have been running more smoothly since you moved location," he started, referring to my role being moved from working on the platforms to working at the information desk for all of the visitors to the city that needed a helping hand to know where to go.

My eyes filled with joy, my head instantly cleared. I still have my job, I looked up at him to thank him and noticed his smile looking down at me. It was honestly quite creepy. I then noticed he was rubbing the outline of the bulge in his pants.

"FUCK OFF" I said jumping up from my chair. He immediately raised both his hands as if in defeat and took a step back. I turned to walk towards the door and then he said it.

"Richard, if you walk out of that door you will be terminated." His warning harsh but stern.

"Fuck you Clive everyone is going to hear about this and we will see who gets fired. I will send a postcard to your from my private island I will be getting from my compensation you dirty fuck." I said turning back towards the door and reaching out my hand towards the handle.

"Before you make that final decision you may want to see the case we have against you?" he suggested.

I turned back around in time to see him open a folder and click on one file that seemed to be compressed, he motioned me to the chair as he rotated his screen monitor so it could be seen from my vantage point.

The screen soon after flashed to life as a video began playing. It took me a couple seconds to realise it but when it hit it hit like a bomb going off in my head. The camera's vantage point was from the wall -- almost ceiling height -- between the wall where I worked and Clive's office.

It was from a hidden camera because trust me I knew where all of the cameras in the station were, well I thought I did.

The camera zoomed in -- and sure enough here I was sitting on my phone looking at Squirt.org attempting to organise a hook up with someone, maybe a nearby businessman, someone who had to change trains at our station, a tourist.

"You can't fire me for looking at a website," I started, Clive stopped me by holding up a finger, clicking next on his computer and another video sparked into life. This was one I thought I had gotten away with, obviously not, but I knew exactly what was coming -- and sure enough in front of my very eyes, and right on cue the video showed Duty Manager Chris and I walking into the staff hallway towards the locker room.

We were working overnight, everyone was cleaning the station or nearby areas ready for the next day, and Chris and I thought we were alone. We had been teasing each other all night, making each other hard and then easing off. But we couldn't do it in the General office because everyone could get in there.

Chris and I on that fateful night had decided to head to the locker rooms to continue our fun, unfortunately the excitement got too much for us and halfway up the hallway I couldn't wait anymore and I dropped to my knees took his cock out of his pants and blew him right there and then until he came in my mouth.

DM Chris and I were a regular thing however, this would've been the one and only time we would've been caught on camera I can guarantee that. Then the screen flicked to the next video and I knew this was one that if the last two didn't end my career -- this one would.

I was shocked to see it as it had happened six months earlier and yet another instance I thought I had got away with something when I clearly hadn't.

It was at this time that on the screen it showed me at my Point of Duty (POD) which for that roster was cleaning the toilets. This meant at times throughout the day that weren't classified as peak times we would need to close the male and female toilets to thoroughly clean.

This video showed a guy come up to try and use the toilet as they were closed, we could be seen laughing a joke we shared, then he reached down and rubbed his crotch. I could then be seen unlocking the door and going inside.

Ten minutes later we are seen leaving the toilets, I lock the door again he is tucking his shirt back in his pants and my hair -- which is usually gelled into place -- is all messy.

"So we have many more causes to terminate your employment. But let me ask you -- do you want to keep your job?" Clive said going back to rub the outline of his manhood.

It felt like a no brainer to me. I had been busted on numerous occasions. But that smug look on Clive's face as I stood from my chair and began walking around his desk to where he remained seated wanted me to punch him so much... but I knew that would not help me keep my job.

As I dropped to my knees in front of him he reached down to the zip of our work pants and undid his, he wasn't wearing any underpants at all as he fished his fat hand in to pull out a quite impressive 7 inch cock that was already hard.

He lowered the gas in his chair a little bit until his crotch was the perfect height for my face.

I looked at him one last time, I tried to put out of my head my thoughts for this man... instead I saw him as someone's grandpa who needed to offload a load a cum, and my cock slut side exploded out and took over.

I reached out one of my hands to take his cock in it. I slowly and gently began to jerk it as I licked my lips, I reached into his pants to pull his balls out of his pants as well -- looking him in the eyes and licking my lips as I did it.

"Is this what Master likes?" my slutty side said. He just smiled in reply as I started to juggle his balls in my hand, never breaking eye contact as I lowered my head and slopperly sucked on them, reaching my tongue out to lick the underside of his cock as I made my way up his shaft.

Once reaching the top I licked the head and pretended that we I was going to take him into my mouth before easing back and licking one side of his cock from the bottom to the top, repeating the same technique again, then down the other side of his cock this time with his cock covered in my saliva when I reach the tip I immediately put my cock sucking skills to work...

I opened my mouth, and throat wide, as I took him into them, taking him deeper and deeper before easing off slowly and looking him in the eyes. I once again kept eye contact as I started to slide my mouth along his cock again, he closed his eyes and put his head back, it was obvious he was enjoying this -- and to be honest so was I.

I was getting into a nice rhythm of bopping up and down on his cock, which if even possible seemed to be a lot harder than when it first went into my mouth. It truly felt like he was about to blow in my mouth -- my favourite place to receive the reward I work hard for.

I picked up my pace, determined to get this guy -- my grubby station manager -- off. He wanted to spy on me long enough to have a pre-prepared video for this moment I was going to give him a moment that he would never forget, more than he was bargaining for.

I started to pick up pace further, his cock was getting harder, he was thrusting his hips widely with what we were doing, I started to mmm and aaahhhh as I was sucking his cock, I could feel his balls tighten, the big moment was surely to arrive.

Then it happened....

No not the moment I had been waiting for or hoping for but the knock at the door. I immediately stopped sucking and went to life my head of his cock in my mouth and try to look somewhat respectable when whoever was on that other side of the door opened up and came in.

But Clive wasn't going to have any of that. As soon as he heard the knock at the door, and at the moment I was trying to get off his cock, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down over his cock as he swivelled slightly in his chair to ensure he was covered and called "Come in."

I was shocked and horrified when the door opened and someone walked in. I was scared, only a few of my trusted friends at work knew I did suck cock, but if this got out I may as well quit. I tried once again to remove the cock from my mouth as the person who was once outside the door walked in and sat on the chair I -- just a couple minutes ago was sitting in.

Clive however, had other ideas for me. Now that we were hidden by his desk, with the actual desktop holding my head in place he no longer needed to use his hands, then it flowed into my mind off course its all good this is natural for him, he has obviously done this before.

With my head trapped over his cock, the person on the other side of the chair began talking. It was the Station Managers Personal Assistant, he was running through a few things coming up on the Station Managers calendar, I didn't hear or pay too much attention as despite in the process of talking to someone with my mouth wrapped around his cock Clive continued to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, at times I was struggling to breath.

Finally after what felt like an eternity the Personal Assistant took the bosses lunch order and then left the room. Clive once again let his chair down so I could now suck properly, but just like when you are drinking and you 'break the water' and therefore have to continue going to the toilet nonstop all night, once people saw someone walk out of the Station Managers door it was on for young and old.

After discussing a few issues with people that just took about 30 seconds each, while still thrusting hard into my mouth I was a little surprised when the last person to leave the Station Managers office was Duty Manager Chris -- fair enough he had an issue but it was when he left me that shocked and surprised me the most.

As he was closing the door in a lower voice he said: "Bye Richard." It was as soon as the door locked in its place that Clive stood up from his position, allowing me to change my bopping from up-down to left-right a much more comfortable way.

It only took a further thirty seconds before Clive was holding the back of my head while furiously fucking my mouth hard, in out, before after taking his cock out fully one last time he slammed straight to the back of my throat and came down my throat.

I swallowed it all while looking him dead in the eye... the sweat formed on his head. Once he finished cumming he let go of the back of my head and I cleaned myself up and stood up.

"Thank you for the second chance." I said with the sheepish look I knew I got after taking a mouth load of cum.

"Your job isn't safe yet. Close the door on your way out would you." He said matter of factly as he pulled his zipper up and sat back down in his chair.