I asked the barman if he could watch my drink for me while I I hadn’t drank half the pint before I could bear it no longer, my ass was growling at me for some action. The place was considerably busier and I ordered another drink so I could stay in one place and watch the room for a little longer.
When they were done one of them winked and said “Go on then, fuck off.” Grinning broadly I left them and returned to the bar. My cock sprang to attention in my jock as I gazed up at these two suited guys, golden streams spurting out over me and into my mouth, stern faces glowering down at me, spitting on my face as they hosed me down. They noticed me looking and beckoned me in saying that they both needed a piss.
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When I finished my drink I headed through to the toilet and saw the suited guys through a crack in a cubicle door. Guys slowly filtered in while I nursed my drink and I bided my time so as not to look too eager. I felt like prey being appraised by a couple of alpha predators.
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It felt horny and weird in equal measure, standing at a bar with my ass out, whilst a couple of guys walked in wearing full suit and tie. The theme was a mixture of suited and booted and underwear. He told me it was still early and that Wednesdays could be hit and miss. Feeling deflated I ordered a pint and chatted with the barman. I stripped down to my jock and trainers and strutted through to an empty bar. I had no expectations and tend to prefer nights when there has been no build up. Not that I hadn’t been there before, I was quite accustomed to the place, but because I was doing something unscripted and off the cuff. When I arrived at The Hoist I was shaking slightly with nervous excitement. “See you bright and early tomorrow Bruce.” Liam called out to me with a knowing grin on his face as I literally skipped out the office with excitement. The rest of the day seemed to go by very quickly as I smiled to myself, playing on a school night, pure guilty pleasure! “I’ll let you know in the morning.” I replied, after a pause long enough to make my decision (Which wasn’t long). I had never even thought about going to the Hoist on a wednesday evening but had already decided that it was exactly what I needed to satisfy the demon. “I wonder how busy The Hoist will be tonight?” Willem delicately drops into the conversationĪlready my mind was racing.
Both Liam and Willem take great delight in winding me up further when they can see this happening and I become a bit of a deranged cock zombie whose sole purpose is for their entertainment.
When this happens I get all twitchy and fidgety and start noticing anything with a pulse and testosterone which may wander past the window. It had been niggling at me all day at my desk. Begging for my insides to be flooded with multiple loads. Last Wednesday my demon was screaming for cum. Sometimes this feeling gets a grip of me and nothing can shake it off other than absconding to feed the demon which is growling inside me. An inner urge which needed to be satisfied. I have still had the odd fumble in a public toilet on my break or 45 min lunchtime raw fuck but, apart from SOP (Streams of Pleasure) on an occasional tuesday I tend to be a good boy on the weekday evenings these days. Becoming the office pig has meant some adjustments have had to be made and work, although this is now a pleasure to do, most certainly has to come before “pleasure”. Having no set week to week routine meant that your play become more random and weekday play sessions were normalised. I had grown accustomed to the unpredictability of shift work and the way that it modified your body clock. Working office hours is something pretty new to me with this role.