Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Company ❯ Office Boy 2: Just a Normal Day at the Office ( Chapter 2 )

Gundam Wing Hentai

Side Story 1: The Company

Part 1: Office Boy

Chapter 2: Just a Normal Day at the Office

 

 

 

Duo whimpered.

“Is this how you like it?” The cruel voice asked and the vibrator was slid in and out of his tight hole.

“Please!” he sobbed.

“Look how hard you are!” The voice teased. Duo struggled against the soft ropes that were wrapped around his neck, chest, and stomach, binding his arms behind him so all he could do was moan and squirm. The vibrator was roughly pulled out of him and he cried out at the loss of the lovely vibrations inside of his body.

“Now, it's time for you to do some work.”

Duo heard the sound of a zipper being undone and a large hand griped his chin, forcing his mouth down on the man's erect cock. It was so strange, he couldn't see the man's face, but he could see, and taste, his cock as clear as day. He swirled his tongue around the stiff length, lapping at the juices flowing on the silky skin. He felt hands, firm as they gripped his butt cheeks and spread them. That was the only warning he got as the man behind him thrust into him. He screamed around the length in his throat, feeling himself being spread on the inside by the massive organ and it quickly began to thrust, rocking his body. The man in front of him grabbed his face and started to fuck his mouth as the other man grabbed Duo's hips and did the same to his ass.

A hand wrapped around Duo's cock and he cried, muffled. If felt too good, too fast. Hands, large and rough, grabbed at his thighs and spread them. Suddenly, thick cream exploded into his mouth and he reflexively drank it up like it was nothing more than some sweet treat. Still, the other man continued to fuck him and Duo felt like he was going insane from the heat that was building up in his butt.

 

Duo awoke suddenly and heavily confused as his alarm went off right next to his head. He glared at the clock before the time finally registered.

7:20. Fuck, he was going to be late! He leapt out of bed, almost tripping on his cat, who looked at him with annoyed yellow eyes before curling up and going back to sleep. He peeled off the t-shirt he slept in and ran to the kitchen, naked, to pour the cat some breakfast when she finally decided that waking up would be ok. He ran back to his bedroom. There was no time for breakfast today, he would have to make due until his lunch break. He got out his uniform; violet, lacey panties that had a tiny little bow on the front (Quatre thought they looked cute on him), high heels because they gave him the perfect posture to show off his plump cheeks, sheer, thigh length stockings, and his vest that was opened at his chest. He picked up his name tag that was on his dresser. He pinched one nipple until he could see the tiny piercing in it and attached the tag. Yelling goodbye to his cat, he ran out of his apartment.

 

Ever since he was a kid, Duo had just wanted to help people. Perhaps that wasn't the best intention for going into the OB program of LL, but he had lived on the streets for years as a child and hadn't had the money to get a proper education. So, here he was at twenty two, in desperate need of a job and no skills to get one. However, he had seen an advertisement in a magazine for something called `OB' that claimed that no experience was necessary. So, he had thought, why not? Even as he had been interviewed, they were very upfront with him about the purpose of the program. At first he had been shocked, but not disgusted. The interviewer said that he showed great potential and Duo had told her that he would think about it. He had thought about it for two days before calling them back. He was a virgin, but he certainly didn't care about saving himself for `that special someone'. He was gay, he knew that much, and desperate for a job. Besides, if he really hated it, he could always quit. After that, he had been put through rigorous training and he found that it didn't bother him as much as it should have.

Now, Duo Maxwell had been working for LL for a whole month and he was finally starting to get a handle on it. He knew that their had been huge scandals in the news about this program, people saying that it was morally wrong and inappropriate, but much to the annoyance of LL's competitors, the program had flourished and several other companies were begging Merquise to let them adopt the program.

 

It was Monday and the elevator was crowded, but Duo didn't mind. He was just glad that he wasn't late. It was always like this after the weekend. In the past, he would have been nervous about how he was stuck in this small space with so many men surrounding him, pressing against him… but after a month of catering to these men's needs, he no longer felt shy. He looked up at the elevator display. He worked towards the top, but these men did, too, so even as they passed by many floors, it stayed crowded.

Duo moaned as he felt a warm hand on his chest, rough fingers rubbing at his nipples and another hand pulled down his panties, wrapping around his cock. He cried out as a thick finger suddenly slipped inside of him. He groaned as the bold man added another, stretching him quickly. Duo watched the display as they got closer and closer to his floor. He was shoved onto his knees and a hard cock was thrust into his face. He wrapped his lips around the juicy head and worked the member in and out of his mouth. He could no longer see the display as the man next to him opened his slacks and Duo wrapped his hand around him, pumping it quickly. He could tell that their floor was coming up soon as a small `ding' would sound as the elevator passed by each floor. He needed to finish this. He cupped one man's balls as he deep throated him and tightened his fist around another, rewarded by thick, sticky cum as it burst from his coworkers' cocks. Duo's hand fell to his side and he slipped off of the other man's cock. He drank down the rich seed.

Duo cried out as he realized that the man behind him was still fondling him, his fingers moving in and out of him, not caring that soon the elevator doors would open, his hand around Duo's cock, pumping up and down. Duo gritted his teeth.

“Ah, no…” he gasped as he felt his climax hit him like a tidal wave, white cream erupting from his dick and splattering on the cold metal of the elevator floor. He panted heavily, barely hearing as the elevator reached its destination and everyone but him got off onto their floor.

 

After he had cleaned both the elevator and himself, Duo walked into the office and was immediately greeted by his friend, Quatre.

“Good morning, Duo!” Quatre called.

“Mornin' Kat!” Duo smiled. Quatre stopped in front of him and sniffed. He grinned evilly and Duo blushed as he realized what his friend smelled.

“Getting a lead on your friends this early in the morning? For shame, Duo!”

Duo moaned as Quatre teasingly rubbed his nimble fingers against Duo's nipple and swiped his tongue along Duo's flushed cheek.

“The work day has started, you know,” a droll voice said. Duo blushed more as he realized that their manager, Treize, was watching them with an amused expression.

 

 

OBs didn't just relieve stress for their coworkers, they also doubled as secretaries, making copies, finding files, getting coffee, and answering phones. Their whole purpose was simply to keep the company running smoothly. It was one of those jobs that didn't stand out very much, but take it away, and the whole company would fall apart. It made Duo feel important. Duo's other friend, Trowa, said that they worked the company `under the table'. He could certainly see why, now that he had rushed to his sector to do his work and was now literally under the table, a cock deep in his throat. He remembered the first time he had tasted a cock and how strange it had been to him, but now he loved that taste, even now when the person he was servicing suddenly came in his mouth without warning and he nearly choked. A month ago, he would gagged, but now he didn't miss a beat, drinking the semen down and wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

“Thanks, Maxwell,” the man said as Duo ducked out of under the desk.

“You're welcome,” he bowed and made his way to his next task.

 

Mondays and Fridays were always the busiest. Duo thought it was because they were the two days when everyone was so desperate to leave. But, lunch breaks still came just in time and now he and Quatre were sitting outside in the designated area among the trees. Quatre downed the fruit drink he had bought from one of the many, many vending machines and sat down next to Duo who had already finished his meal. Quatre tossed the can into the trash bag Duo had put his own trash into. Duo sighed.

“Ok, what's wrong?” Quatre asked, staring at his friend. Duo stared back in shock, not realizing that he had sighed out loud.

“Oh, it's nothing.”

Quatre raised a golden eyebrow at him.

“It's just… I don't think I'm cut out for this job.”

Quatre sputtered.

“What are you talking about?! At the rate you're going, you'll be a manager in a few years, maybe less! All the other OBs are jealous at how many employees go to you with their problems!”

Duo shrugged.

“Lately… I don't know… I just feel like there's something wrong. I love my job, but when I come here, there's something off.”

Quatre snorted.

“Is that all?”

Duo glared at him.

“You're just lonely, Duo.”

“I am not!” Duo protested, “how can I possibly lonely? It isn't like I work in a cubicle all by myself. How can I be lonely with what I do?”

It was Quatre's turn to sigh.

“Duo, you are lonely. You live in an apartment all by yourself and despite the fact that you suck men's cocks all day, you've never had a meaningful relationship.”

Duo thought about that and he realized that Quatre was right, maybe he was just a little bit lonely.

“But, what if that carries into work and I start to mess up. I don't want to drag everyone down because of my personal problems.”

Quatre's face tightened in frustration. Duo cried out as his friend thrust his hand into his panties and stroked his cock into hardness.

“Quatre, s-stop!” He begged, trying to move away from Quatre and his far too talented hand, but Quatre's other hand snaked over his back and grabbed his wrist, keeping him still as he kissed him firmly, his fist moving up and down Duo's length. Duo moaned into Quatre's mouth as heat started to build up in his groin.

Then, Quatre and both his hand and lips disappeared. Duo blinked at him.

“Breaks over,” Quatre winked at him, smiling slyly.

“Quatre!”

 

A few hours later, it was the same old scene; some guy had him up in the air, his hands on Duo's thighs, keeping them spread as wide as they could be, his thick cock thrusting in and out of Duo's tight body until he flooded Duo's channel with his semen, then gently lowered him to the ground as Duo fell limp. As the man had been fucking him, when he (rarely) had a lucid moment, he thought back to what Quatre had said. Here he was, being fucked by a reasonably attractive guy, but he couldn't deny it, he was lonely. But, his job was his life and he wouldn't sacrifice it for anything, even a chance at Mister Right.

 

 

End chapter 2