I had a postgraduate interview with one of the highest regarded top tier employers in the region which held influence with all of the most critical sociology-political-economic power brokers within not just the “tri-state” area but the majority of eastern half of the country.
A team of their headhunters had been scouting me since I submitted my doctoral thesis that I was scheduled to defend in order to finally be awarded my PhD which had been the driving concern and focus of my adult life until this point. I had researched Fletcher, James and Associates and maxed out my last available credit card to buy the suite and tie all indicators showed was the most favored among these corporate mogul elites. I barely slept the night before going over in my mind all the variables I needed to account for and information I might be asked to explain or justify by the hiring committee which was being led by no less than three of the members of the board. This was a significantly big deal.
I arrived 15 minutes early and was in the lobby reception area awaiting to be called back. The last thing I needed was to be distracted by a member of the front desk security personnel I tried to focus on anything else other than this 20 something’s squared jaw, those dark piercing eyes that glinted amber and emerald depending on the angle of the light or his jet black hair that was one of nature’s cruelest tricks that would make anyone instantly envious and wish they had been born equally as blessed.
No, this is too important for you to screw up. I had taken Doctor Flanagan’s advice and worn an Egyptian cotton undershirt freshly laundered and “G-string” underwear that was so sheer and minimal that it was practically not there at all. My Mentoring Professor said that was all to distract my brain from over analyzing this very precipitous moment that could make or break my burgeoning career. He had said it was a confidence booster, they gave me a secret that only I knew and that those appraising my worth would instinctively detect and want to hear more from me in the hope they would know my nugget of wisdom as well.
Instead of confidence, I felt exposed. Like I was sweating through the most expensive outfit of clothes I have ever owned. When the guard stood up to sign off on a package my heart sank in my chest and my blood ran cold as he stepped around the desk to inspect and log said delivery. He was without question one of the most handsome men I had seen in my life and I had been friends with my Alma Mater’s wrestling and gymnast teams.
Confidence Doctor Flanagan? More like libidinal overdrive! I thought I was going to pass out when I thought the guard had clocked my gaze. I had not even had the interview and I was about to be banned from the premises for leering at an employee barred from consideration for harassing the help.
My heart jumped into my throat when with ex-military precision he marched over to me saying “You can go in now.” I tried to compose myself as I said “Thank You” hoping for a more masculine tone that only sounded like a mouse squeak in my ear.
Once out of sight my natural biorhythm returned and I was able to better focus on the task at hand, proving my worth as their best possible applicant and the correct choice to fill the vacancy as one of their esteemed colleagues.
The interview itself flew by in the blink of an eye without incident, snafu or embarrassment; all the prep-work paid off when I defaulted to clinical rote being informative without the slightest hint of self-righteous arrogance or sheepish unpreparedness. It all seemed to go as well as it possibly could.
Once excused by the committee I went back to my car feeling a sense of relief that I had done the best I could and had not made a fool of myself before I even got in the door. The weather was mild and pleasant so I had the top down on my car. I just barely had paid off sitting in the driver’s seat gathering my thoughts before heading home when the security guard came around from behind and asked how it had gone.
He looked amused when I jumped startled by the unexpected query. In a moment the arousal started simmering in my brain as I felt movement in my groin that I tried and hoped went unnoticed by the guard. Mustering as much self control as I could I replied “it seemed to go well, Thank You for asking.” The guard handed me a validated parking pass and I headed home being mindful not to run over the guard as I exited the parking area.
My apartment I shared with three other post grad students which normally didn’t bother me since we all tended to focus on our studies and did not interfere with each other much. Tonight was different. Each had finished and submitted our respective doctoral theses and were waiting to hear back from the panels when our defense would be scheduled. It was 2 weeks till the next major school break so we knew historically it would be next week in all probability but everyone was keyed up and nervous. The energy of the room was frenetic and so I went to the apartment complex clubhouse to work off some of that nervous energy in the weight room set up there. This was my first time here, usually I was on campus when the mood to hit the gym would strike.
You could have knocked me down with a feather when once I used my apartment pass key card to open the door, who should be inside already halfway through a routine set, but none other than the security guard I got so hot and bothered by before the interview.
He was only wearing the thinnest of running shorts, the one with the built in jock support so that with each pull of the leg curl I was able to get an ample view of that amazing bubble butt that I had only seen the outline of in his uniform earlier. Switching off to the pull down bar I got an even better view of his muscular torso that had just the right amount of hair to frame his pecs perfectly. He noticed my arrival as my eyes were following that tantalizing treasure trail in the clefts of those well defined abs of his.
He woke me from my internal revelry by saying, “Well, if it is not the up and comer in the flesh.” It took me a moment to discern if he was being sarcastically snide or genuinely welcoming. He was apparently a regular. I said hello and started alternating between triceps and biceps before switching to behind the head lateral pull downs. I almost lost my grip when he said how much more defined I looked out of that stuffy suit I was wearing earlier. I balked, thinking surely I had not heard him correctly when he came around behind me with a voice like velvet and said how much he had enjoyed seeing me watching him at the office.
When he suggested that I follow him back to his place for some cardio I gave up all pretense of trying to deny what I was feeling. We walked back towards the G units and were soon in his living room. I barely had time to notice the evidence of his living alone as we shed the sweat soaked workout rags and got serious about that cardio workout he had promised.
I felt like I was on some sort of aphrodisiac with the way every muscle and nerve fiber came to life with his touch. It was like we were on the wrestling mat with each of us vying for optimal positioning as we worked our way through the oral warm up appetizers.
The security guard surprised me when he slipped seamlessly from giving me head to suck each of my balls with a distinctive popping sound as they went in and out of his mouth. While I was still on the blowjob part of this 69 he followed the cleft between my balls with that talented tongue of his up my perineum and proceeded to rim me with the intensity and prowess of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
The next thing I realized he had lubed me up so well and I was still so enthralled by the surprising sensory overload that I barely registered being flipped over onto my stomach and feeling that uncut cock of this retired vet as it penetrated me with the precision of a guided pilot missile. I was so worked up by the experience earlier in the day and the gym that it never even occurred to me to mind that he could not have put on a condom in the swift of a transition.
I had to buy a polyethylene condom because of how chafed latex made me hurt and vinyl was more of a problem for the top. It had been years since I last bottomed. I was grateful that I had a colonic that morning to make sure there was no chance of an inadvertent mid-interview gas embarrassment. But there was no way he would have known about any of that!
God that cock feels so good though, it had been way too long since I had a good release like this. It was apparent my security guard was the take charge kind of guys, undoubtedly something carried over from his tour of duty. I wish I had a camera filming this so I could see those muscles of his rippling and undulating as he fucked me furiously with an undeniable passion and intensity. I was just along for the ride as he drove every inch of his uncut cock every way imaginable. It was a good thing I was into the moment as much as his guard was because in his wild abandon I doubt he would have heard or heeded any attempts I would have made in denial or protest; such was the animistic desire we both had in this moment.
I remember hearing the lid of the lube bottle pop as he opened it and how cold it felt as he squirted on my hot hole before diving head first back inside in yet another reposition. I guess I was so dazed and not responding quick enough for him before he picked me up like it was nothing for him and moments later I was ass up on the upholstered arm of the couch face down on the cushion with one hand on the side of my head holding me down while this apparently recently returned military maverick made me his bitch. His bravado both aroused and frightened me. I had always been very clinical in my sexual encounters, some saying even cold and sterile. This encounter most definitely was not anywhere close to my accustomed experience.
It was as if he had just been released from at least a year’s incarceration such was the ferocity and aggressive determination with which he dicked my hole. When he flipped me over while still on the couch I was shocked at just how rock hard and aroused I was. Even my nipples were hard points at attention. I heard the sound of the lube bottle squirting but it must have been directly on his cock just before he shoved it back in balls deep. Each thrust made my dick bounce and flop all around so much that it was practically a hand-job. Within a moment I was shooting out copious ropes of white cum all over the place. The muscle contractions of my ejaculation must have been what he needed since not long after he was plastering my guts with his own with the growling roar so animalistic I actually wondered if he had been possessed. It is October after all.
What happened next caught me off guard. Somehow he had an apparatus at the ready where he looped rope around my ankles and then hoisted my body up feet first with my legs spread akimbo. My now sore and thoroughly used hole was wide open and easily accessible. I felt like I was drunk or in one of those dreams that you can not wake up from. The Security Guard I had been crushing on earlier in the day was downing his second beer, sweat dripping off of him like he had been running in a rainstorm. He opened a third brown glass bottle and chugged it down like it was water leaving 1 bottle out of the six pack he had in the fridge.
The next I felt his semi-erect piss hard was shoved as far into my roughly used hole as he could manage. Bewildered by what he could possibly have in mind I was stunned when I felt the oddest of sensations. It took me a minute to realize what was happening. The guy I had been crushing on proved nothing like what I had hoped and was now emptying his bladder in my ass which trussed up like this gave maximum capacity. I would later be grateful after a friend told me uric acid killed bacteria and was an archaic form of birth control. Well, considering guys can not get pregnant rectally I am still not sure what that was all about. As dazed as I was he must have put something in my water bottle when I was not looking to be this incapacitated.
The next thing I knew he was blind folding me and tying my hands behind my back. It is surreal not to be able to see what is going on around you. I heard the door open and close, then the sound of a truck pulling up front. Then I hear the cap on the last bottle of beer being opened. I waited to hear the sound of it being drunk when suddenly I felt this jerk shoving it neck first in my hole which was still trussed up over my head so I felt the waste of a perfectly good bottle of beer being emptied in my guts. I will never forget the burning sensation the alcohol made in my guts as I writhed trying to get free but by that point he had shoved a ball-gag in my mouth and duct taped it in place.
I consigned myself that I was about to die and what a fool I was for getting involved with someone I never even actually knew. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew was the sound of police sirens outside and the warmth of the sun on my naked and abused body.
The Security Guard was nowhere to be found. He had emptied the apartment overnight of everything except the makeshift wood and rope contraption the police found me still suspended feet over head with the now empty beer bottle wedged firmly in my ass. I heard crime scene photos being taken before I was freed and the blindfold removed.
Evidently he had been hired under a fully documented alias so thorough it never set off any alerts or alarms. My assailant was never captured nor was I hired by Fletcher, James and Associates
I was granted a sabbatical by the college due to this horrifying experience after which I successfully defended my doctoral thesis, though I suspect the faculty took it easy on me. I am lucky to be alive, I realize that, but I have to always have someone I trust near me and the lights have to always be on. I have not been able to face a gym or sports event and always have to sit with my back to the wall facing whatever room I am in and within sight of the exit. My therapist says in time these will pass and that I should just be thankful if not grateful to have survived the ordeal at all.