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Women In STEM Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2022-08-21 01:37:00 +0000 UTCContent Warning: F Slur
Robert’s breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes. Alex spent quite some getting to know that as the older man took his time grasping, groping, and licking at his body while he remained solidly still. He didn’t want to remain still. He wanted desperately to sock the man in the face and run the hell out of their and yet something in the back of mind would not let him. Somewhere deep down he wanted to obey, to do every last thing this man wanted, to please him endlessly, because that is what his master told him to do. He tried desperately to conjure the image of Jenn as he once knew her. The weirdly obsessive ex who fate had ironically decided to force them to work together. The know it all cunt without an ounce of brain for business. That is how he used to regard her. Now he could only think of her in reverence. The idea of obedience to her and anyone she deemed worthy, aroused him uncontrollably. As a result, despite his inner-horror of the molestation currently happening to him, his member betrayed him, and stood agonizingly erect in response to what was happening. Robert’s hand discover this fact as it grazed Alex’s crotch during it’s exploration of his body. Robert gave Alex a crooked smile in response to this discovery.
“Someone’s enjoying this, isn’t he?” Robert grumbled, digging to unbutton Alex’s slacks and fishing out his throbbing cock. He grunted and his knees popped as he knelt down in front of Alex. He pulled Alex’s underwear down with him, and looked up at him and said “I asked you question boy. You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Alex wanted to say no. He wanted to block out the waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body, bidding him to sink deeper into obedience. He wanted to disassociate and not think about his present circumstances. But he couldn’t say no. He did enjoy it. Because he was told to. He did want to keep going. Because he was told to. He wanted to do everything in his power to make this man feel as good as he was feeling. Because he was to. Through gritted teeth he muttered, “Yeeeesssss” as Robert took his tumescence into his mouth. He hated to admit it, but the man knew how to give head. His tongue swirled around all the most sensitive areas as his lips ran down the entire length of Alex’s shaft. Alex elicited an unconscious moan as he felt his tip reach the back of Robert’s throat. Robert then retreated, releasing Alec’s dick with a pop, and said, “Fuck my Face, boy,” before returning the penis to its seemingly rightful place inside his mouth. Unable to stop himself, Alex grasped the man’s thin hair and began thrusting violently into Robert’s throat. The man clearly had experience with this position, giving nary a choke nor sputter from as bore the Alex unleashed the brunt of his frustrations into his furious fucking. In fact it seemed the frequency of the thrusts was not enough for Robert as he reached two hands behind Alex, grasping his supple cheeks and pulled his hips closer to his face. This went on for what felt like a hours, but Alex couldn’t look at the clock to see how long it had been. Eventually Robert seemed to tire, so he tapped Alex’s thigh to signal him to release. With not an insignificant amount of effort, Robert pulled himself to his feet and sat on the bed.
“Well boy, you certainly are an energetic fuck aren’t you,” Robert said, looking Alex dead in the eye. Alex wondered if he wasn’t being rhetorical again, but hadn’t quite been ordered to answer so he remained silent.
“The strong, silent act isn’t going to cut it for me son. When I ask you a question, you answer it alright? I paid to get fucked by a straight guy, I wanna make sure I’m getting fucked by a straight guy. I wanna make sure you don’t sound like a faggot, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Alex said through gritted teeth, and was met with a sharp pain on his cheek as Robert smacked him.
“No sirs here. You’re a straight man. You’re the superior. You cannot hurt me but do not treat me with respect. Treat me like the faggot I am. Put all your frustrations into making love to me. Understood?” It was as if Robert had stuck a key in Alex’s mind and undid the locks that Jenn had placed inside him. He wasn’t free by any means. But he had regained some level of control that he hadn’t been expecting.
What Alex had wanted to do was return the slap, however the primary order of causing no harm took hold in his mind. Robert’s eyes filled with fear for a brief moment as Alex’s rapidly gripped his throat. He must have seen the shift in Alex’s mind through a flicker in his own eyes, because soon the fear faded and turned into lust.
“If you’re wanna be treated like a faggot, then don’t you dare lay your hands on me again, unless you want to me to return the favor” Alex said with an intensity that shocked even himself.
Robert gave an enraptured chuckle and said “Yes sir-“ which was interrupted by Alex shoving his tongue down his throat. After a few minutes of kissing, Alex forcefully turned Robert around to prepare for the main event. His cock remained at attention despite the swirling myriad of emotions going on in entering his mind. Even prior to his enslavement to Jenn, Alex never considered himself particularly homophobic. Playboy that he was, other men never crossed his mind let alone bothered him. If anything he had only ever been flattered when gay men hit on him. Yet suddenly he felt intense… not hatred… superiority over queer man. Suddenly his heterosexuality gave him the right to conquer the man in front of him. Another part of him was confused by the sexual nature of superiority. He thought back to his time in the gym yesterday and how he couldn’t stop staring at the men (and get the men to stare it at him.) Where just a week ago that imagery would have no affect on him, now it reminded him of his usual pursuit for pussy at bars and the like. And then his mind returned to Robert now in front of him, his fat sagging aged body, the simultaneous fat yet flat rump which Alex was about to stick his penis into. Even given the possibility of having been turned gay, he shouldn’t be turned on. Robert was nothing like the guys at the gym, or the guys on the underwear packages. As a straight man Alex only ever dated women younger than him. He liked petite to curvy girls, but never overweight girls. Why then should his tastes in men be any different? And really they hadn’t been. Yet something about the wrongness of it all, the image of his lithe, handsome body up against the pile of sludge that was Roberts disgusted him to the point of arousal. It was so taboo. It was so absurd. Yet it felt so right. Whether Robert was in control or Alex, it didn’t matter. Alex was going to give this man the greatest fuck he were capable of.
He plunged in without warning, causing Robert to elicit a moan- whether it was of pain or pleasure was indiscernible, but Alex didn’t care either way. Robert’s hole gave him no resistance- it seemed he had prepared ahead a time lube coated Alex’s dick and began to leak out just a little the further he pushed in. That said it wasn’t completely loose either. It was just the right amount of tightness and slickness- fitting Alex’s dick like a glove. Somewhere in his mind he had to admit that he hadn’t experience much pussy that made his dick feel this good. It didn’t take long for the natural instincts that had made him so popular wit the ladies to kick in as he began to pound away on Robert’s ass, his own gorgeous globes flexing and jiggling just the right amount as they powered Alex’s enthusiastic thrusting. Alex felt his tension internal tension rising causing him to lash out and smack Robert’s behind, leaving a bright red hand print.
“Is this what you wanted, Faggot? You feeling put in your place yet?” Alex said in a voice of sternness he normally used in only the most dire work situations.
“Unnnnhhhh aaaaahhh YEEEEEEsssss” Was all Robert could get out. Alex respond with a sharp thrust, followed by yanking Robert’s head back but his wiry hair.
“Yes what FAGGOT?”
“Yes sir!”
As he continued plowing the man throughout the rest of the night, the parts of Alex that wanted to return to normalcy had quieted down in defeat. To maintain his sanity he reveled in the control and pleasure he had obtained in this man. He had to enjoy it while it lasted, because once Jenn returned in the morning, who knew what she was going to do to him.
