Sucking Cock For Job Promotion

My cock twitched at the thought of the head of the company using my mouth as his personal urinal – a kinky fantasy that I didn’t even know I had, of the CEO using me as his personal urinal, coming true.

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I sighed as I leaned over and used my elbow to press the button to call the elevator. My forehead was sweaty, but there was no way for me to wipe it. AC often went out here in the basement – the central archive room of the building. The heavy box full of documents was breaking my back, but that wasn’t the worst part of the day. My piece of crap manager told me to reorganize a bunch of ancient reports for no good reason. Nobody needed these papers – he just didn’t like the idea of me having a break from work so he gave me a meaningless task just to keep me busy! But I didn’t complain, at least out loud. I did the work that was asked of me – even though I spent the better part of the morning on it – and was about to drop it off at one of the smaller archives on the seventh floor.

The elevator let out a chime and the door opened slowly. I walked inside with a grim expression on my face. Two years at this company already, and I was still stuck in this shitty internship position. My salary was crap, I was pretty much at the bottom of the company hierarchy and the worst part was that it was a long way to pretty much any higher role.

It was depressing. I joined this company in the hopes of really making it here. Or at least getting something that would look nice on my resume. But at this rate, I would be happy to just get decent pay. As the elevator went up slowly, I was thinking about my miserable career and I remembered some wise words that my father told me a long time ago.

“Son, this world isn’t gonna cut you any slack. If you want to be successful, you better grasp every single opportunity you can get.”

Yeah, that’s what he would always say. But that was easier said than done. How was I supposed to do that when no opportunities were presenting themselves, dad?!

The elevator slowed down and stopped at the ground floor. While still holding the box, I stepped to the side to make room for the people about to enter. Only one person ended up stepping inside. A tall man with a frame that would be a good challenge to most doorways, with white hair and a magnificent beard. Strikingly handsome, even though he was approaching his sixties. An expensive, perfectly fitting suit, the price of which was apparent to anyone at the first glance, regardless of whether they knew anything about suits. A confident stance and a stern look of a man who knew who he was and where he was going.

I recognized him immediately, of course. His name was Mr. Stenson, and he was the CEO of the company. An absolute legend of the industry. Everyone knew him and everyone respected him. I never personally met him up until that point, but it would be impossible to spend more than a day in this office and not hear his name mentioned at least once. Normally, there would be no opportunity for me to meet him – our ranks were contrasting almost as much as our height and frame difference.

My body froze in place, unsure what to do – even though there was nothing specific that was required of me to do. I watched him enter, wondering if I could be fired just because of having the audacity of sharing the same elevator as him. He passed me a glance as he stepped in and I realized that I should greet him – even though he was the one entering.

“G… Good morning, Mr. Stenson, sir,” I stuttered and backed off even further, bumping into the elevator wall. He gave me a nod.

“Morning,” he responded as he pressed the topmost button. The door started closing and he assumed a relaxed position as we shared a moment of uncomfortable silence together.

The voice of my father resurfaced in my head again for some reason. I was sure that if my old man was there, he would nudge me to do something. Get his attention. Pitch an idea. Strike an interesting conversation and make him remember you. Make a name for yourself at this company.

Yeah, but what was I supposed to talk about? Our positions could not have been more different. He spent his days running a multi-million international company and I spent mine getting reprimanded for putting the wrong tags on the wrong documents from seven years ago. What was I supposed to talk to him about? Weather? Traffic?

My train of thought was interrupted by a sudden shock.

The elevator halted with a loud screech and the whole elevator cage shook before stopping in place! At the same time, the lights went out. Both Mr. Stenson and I were trapped in complete darkness for a couple seconds, before the emergency lights kicked in, illuminating the room in a bright yellow light of a different shade than before.

I almost lost my balance and yelped out as this was happening. Mr. Stenson kept his cool and gave me a look after it was all over.

“You all right?” he asked in a calm tone.

“Um… yes, sir, I am,” I responded, feeling embarrassed about looking like a coward in front of the big boss. He nodded and stepped over to the control panel. He pressed and held the call button to communicate with the technicians in the building. Soon, we heard a beep and a male voice came from a small speaker under the floor buttons.

“Hello, this is maintenance, am I speaking to the passengers in elevator number five?”

“Yes, you are,” Mr. Stenson said, “This is Harold Stenson. One other person and I are trapped in this elevator. We require immediate assistance.”

“I see, sir,” the voice from the speaker said, “It seems like a power issue. We will keep you both informed.”

“Okay. Make it quick,” Mr. Stenson requested sternly into the microphone.

“Will do, Mr. Stenson,” the voice replied before hanging up. The CEO sighed and assumed a less relaxed position than before – standing, facing the elevator, with his hands crossed and a mildly displeased look. He looked irritated. Was he in a rush for some important meeting? Or maybe this just was how the powerful guys were – used to getting their own way and not reacting well when they didn’t.

But still, Mr. Stenson seemed frustrated by something. I wasn’t there to poke the bear, so I just stood still in my corner, holding the box of papers – which was feeling heavier by the second – just trying to avoid eye contact. My dad’s voice was nudging me in my head again but from my point of view, any sort of conversation I would initiate at that point would simply irritate Mr. Stenson even further. So I chose to stand there, deepening the awkward silence between us.

It must have been a couple minutes before he heard a beep and the speaker came to life again, this time on its own – without any buttons being pressed.

“Hello? Am I speaking to the passengers in elevator number five? Are you there, Mr. Stenson?”

“Yes, we are here,” the CEO answered on the behalf of both of us. I just stood there in silence.

“Um… I’m afraid we have some bad news,” the voice in the speaker said, “There is apparently a blackout in this neighborhood, and losing the power kicked off some unpredicted side effects of the building surge protector security system. You might have to be there for a while.”

I saw Mr. Stenson grow even more frustrated in the face.

“What do you mean by a ‘while’, son?” he asked.

“An hour. Maybe two,” the maintenance guy said – sounding a little nervous about breaking this bad news to the head of the company, “Unfortunately, that’s how long it will take to reboot the system and get everything in order before the backup power sources kick in.”

“You’ve got to be joking!” Mr. Stenson said, “Can’t you at least force the door open and evacuate us that way?”

“No can do, boss,” the guy in the speaker replied, “You guys are stuck right between floors. If you opened the door right now, you would just see a big slab of concrete. I’m very sorry about this.”

Mr. Stenson slammed his hand against the wall angrily, which was a signal for the guy on the opposite side to end the call. I envied him for the fact that he could just remove himself from the situation, while I was stuck in a small room with the most powerful person in the company, who looked completely pissed off. I tried to make myself small and unimportant, but it didn’t seem that Mr. Stenson was really interested in interacting with me anyway. Instead, he stepped over to the opposite wall and leaned on it, crossing his bulging arms on his huge chest, staring at the door in quiet frustration.

I reached into my pocket and checked my phone. No service. These elevators were old and shielded off all cell phone reception. Perhaps he was angry about that? If there was an important meeting, he couldn’t even let anybody know that he was stuck. Or was it something else?

I figured that it doesn’t really make sense to stay uncomfortable for me for an hour so I put the box down and sat in the corner. I looked up at Mr. Stenson – his frame was even more imposing from this angle. I wondered what was the secret to looking like this in your fifties.

Some time passed – with both of us in silence the whole time. I started playing a game on my phone with the volume down, while Mr. Stenson just stood there, staring at the door. Once in a while, I looked up to check on him and each time I did, he seemed to grow more nervous. Or perhaps uncomfortable? His face had an impatient expression and his hands were crossed tightly on his chest.

A while later, I noticed him moving around as well. He was wiggling uncomfortably in his spot, stepping on the spot, and taking deep breaths. He didn’t say anything but it looked unnerving.

The voice of my dad woke up again – a way to open a conversation and make sure he remembers me. Perhaps he was claustrophobic and could use someone to talk him through this ordeal? I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but I cleared my throat.

“Um… sir?”

He turned to me with an expression that hinted that he completely forgot that I was there with him.

“Yes?”

“I… I couldn’t help but notice that you look a little bit uncomfortable. Just wanted to check if everything is alright?”

He gave me a long look before answering.

“I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

I knew what he said but his tone suggested that it was a lie. I decided to push it a little bit, against my better judgment.

“Okay, sir… Just wanted to ask. If it was a medical emergency or something, well, I underwent some basic medical training at my last job, and maybe we could talk to the maintenance again…”

“It’s not a medical emergency,” he interrupted me in an irritated tone, “I need to go to the bathroom, okay? If you must know. I need to take a leak.”

I instantly felt a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. Of course… We were stuck here for god knows how long and he couldn’t even go to the bathroom! How stupid of me to consider all kinds of scenarios except for the obvious one. I felt that I definitely made a name for myself – as a guy who pushes uncomfortable questions about the CEO’s bladder.

“Sorry… sorry, sir… I really didn’t mean…” I stuttered. To my surprise, Mr. Stenson didn’t keep quiet. He let out a deep sigh and shook his head.

“I have been holding it for ages, and this was my first chance to go. God, I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to hold it if we’re here for another hour…”

His tone was still irritated, but it didn’t seem that he had a problem with me. This has been the most talkative he had been since he entered the elevator. The annoying voice of my dad in my head nudged me to talk further.

“Well, if you want to, you can probably just go in the corner. I will turn around, sir.”

“Are you crazy?” he turned to me with a look of disbelief, “Do you know who I am, boy?”

“Of course, Mr. Stenson, everyone knows who you are.”

“Exactly,” he said, “What if they need to send someone to rescue us from here? Do you want them to find the head of the company, reeking, and knees deep in his own piss? It’s not exactly an image of me that I would like to be passed around.”

That was a good point. Gossip did spread very easily in this company.

“Um… feel free to blame it on me, sir. I don’t care, and I certainly wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“That wouldn’t help much, would it?” he replied, shaking his head, “‘Oh, Brenda, did you hear about Mr. Stenson? Tim from accounting told me he got stuck in the elevator the other day and let one of the subordinates piss all over his shoes.'”

I nodded and looked down. There really weren’t many solutions for this. The elevator was sealed – there weren’t any air ducts that would be reachable for a man to piss into. The maintenance has been quiet for a while and I didn’t have any containers to offer to him to piss into. I had no water bottles and the box I carried was made of cardboard and full of papers – it would get messy really quickly. I also noticed Mr. Stenson didn’t carry a bag that he could have any containers in – so there was no way out of this without either holding it for a freakishly long time or pissing on the floor.

Or… maybe there was one way. Yes, there was one other option – but damn! My face went red just from thinking about proposing it!

I stood quiet but my dad’s voice wouldn’t leave me alone. I was stuck in an emergency situation with an option of proving myself to the CEO so he would remember me forever… or firing me instantly for even offering this to him. I gulped, trying to push the idea out of my head. It was insane. I couldn’t possibly ever suggest something like that to him. Not to Mr. Stenson!

I looked up and saw that he was getting more uncomfortable by the second. The clock was ticking. My heart was beating. My opinion started turning around slowly. I couldn’t believe I was actually psyching myself up to say this out loud…

“Well…” I said in a shaky voice, “There is one more option, sir.”

He chuckled as he crossed his legs, trying to help the discomfort go away.

“I’m all ears, son.”

“Okay. Well, it will be a little out of place, sir, but hear me out,” I started talking, feeling more nervous than I’ve probably ever been in my entire life, “Last year, my friend took me to Berlin for a vacation. And, well, it got pretty wild. They’ve got some crazy stuff over there. One night, we drank a little bit too much and we were feeling a little adventurous. He took me to one of those bars… you know, the kind you usually don’t tell other people about unless they’re into… stuff.”

He was watching me, with curiosity. I got his attention. He was desperate enough to hear my story – that gave me some hope of not getting fired.

“Well, it was pretty dark in there, and things were… heh… things were going on, all right. We had to take our clothes off at the door. The place was full of men wearing either nothing or just these leather straps that wouldn’t really cover anything. And there was also a bathroom. Well, actually, there were two, but not for men and women – but rather for regular pissing alone and… another way of pissing.”

“Where are you going with this, boy,” he asked while frowning.

“Well,” I took a deep breath before continuing, “I tried some stuff in there that night sir. We went to the ‘other’ bathroom and some men, including my friend, just sort of… went in my mouth sir. And I swallowed it. And I didn’t mind at all. I’m not trying to suggest anything sexual, I’m just saying, if it’s just about getting rid of the ‘evidence’, well, it’s something I can help you with, sir.”

He looked at me with shock for a couple seconds. Then he finally spoke.

“You must be completely and absolutely out of your mind for saying something like this,” he said in a disgusted tone, “I think the lack of fresh air is getting to you. Let’s just stay quiet, shall we?!”

“Sir, yes, sir,” I nodded and looked down. If I felt stupid before, now the feeling increased tenfold. Did I really just suggest to the head of the company that he pissed in my mouth? I closed my eyes, trying not to panic. Images of me leaving the building with a box full of my things were starting to flood my brain, getting clearer with every second.

It took a few excruciating minutes of me wallowing in my own shame before anything happened again. I heard Mr. Stenson clear his throat.

“So,” he said, his voice a little uncertain, “When you were in this… club…”

I looked up, my mind hooking onto a hopeful thought. Was he really…?

“Yes, sir?”

“The men that you did these things with,” he was asking in a very careful tone, “Did you expect anything from them afterward?”

I shook my head quickly.

“No, sir,” I assured him, “Some of them wanted to do other stuff afterward, some of them just wanted to take a leak. But to those, I never said anything else but a ‘thank you’.”

I went a little bit red in the face as I admitted that, but it didn’t seem to upset Mr. Stenson. He looked at me and asked further.

“So some of these men just came, did whatever they needed to do with your mouth, and just left,” he asked, trying to get a clear picture, “And you were okay with that.”

I nodded, more times than I needed.

“That’s exactly right, sir.”

He chuckled, shook his head, then looked away, lost in thought for a second.

“You know I’m the most powerful person at this company,” his tone changed slightly, “And that if I asked you to keep a secret, it would be a big amount of trust I would be putting into you, right?”

I nodded, trying to keep my stupid mouth from smiling. My dad was cheering for me in my head, which may have been a little fucked up, given the context, but it was hard to keep the excitement at bay. He was considering my offer. My cock twitched at the thought of the head of the company using my mouth as his personal urinal – a kinky fantasy that I didn’t even know I had, of the CEO using me as his personal urinal, coming true.

He looked away for a second and his fingers rubbed the bulge between his legs. My mouth suddenly became incredibly dry and thirsty.

“You can trust me with anything, sir,” I said as I made the first move. I got up and stepped closer, getting on my knees in front of him. I looked up but didn’t want to push it. He was nervous and any wrong step could ruin this whole thing and turn it back into an embarrassing mess.

He looked down at me as he towered over me, his hand resting tentatively on his belt. Then he sighed.

“Ah, fuck it. Let’s just do it.”

My heart jumped and I tried my best not to appear too excited about this hunk pissing in my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly as I watched him unbuckle. His huge hands loosened the expensive-looking belt and the zipper and I caught a glimpse of his jet-black brand underwear. The underwear itself was not as impressive as its contents though – the huge bulge hiding the big boss’ cock that I was about to see.

There was some office gossip, of course, from people seeing Mr. Stenson change in the office gym’s locker room – all about the size of his manhood. Turns out it was all true. Mr. Stenson was sporting a massive cock – a huge, veiny uncut member was presented to my face, together with a set of what looked like freshly trimmed balls. Even in its soft state, it looked worthy of someone who was in the lead of a multimillion, international company.

“Okay then…” Mr. Stenson was visibly nervous, but his confidence wouldn’t allow him to look too weak – and a man as determined as him wouldn’t back down, “Open up.”

I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide, feeling shivers as I waited for his amazing cock to fill me up. I saw him open his legs as if he was standing at a urinal, and bring his cock closer to my face. I could almost smell his musk and expensive cologne and my body was instinctively craving for more than this contactless way of servicing him. But I couldn’t afford to risk anything – instead, I stood in my place and waited patiently.

And then… nothing.

I waited and waited for a very long time. I looked up and saw Mr. Stenson red in the face, looking away from me. It was strange to see such a strong, imposing man embarrassed about something.

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6 thoughts on “Sucking Cock For Job Promotion

  1. Peter Accardi says:

    I’ve read stories about elevator sex before, but the watersports angle made this one hotter than the others. Looking forward to Michael’s visit to the basement and his 5 p.m. “chat” with Mr. Stenson.

  2. Joe Blow says:

    Oh yes when 23 and started my internship in govt I knew then that to get what I wanted I need to give my bosses what they wanted so from intern to city planner I have always given very willing and misses serving the public
    73 nudist grandpa

  3. WAYNE says:

    WHERE IN THE HELL IS THE REST OF IT. WE ALL WANT PART 3,4, MAYBE PART 5 WITH THE MAINTENANCE GUYS. WHAT HAPPENED LATER ON WHEN HE MEETS THE BOSS TO DISCUSS A PROMOTION AND SO ON?

  4. Alex says:

    Gee I wish there were more. The big boss could have taken care of the problem. Get the tape and threaten them. Not so sure I’d want to be known as the company’s piss and cum slut. Now on the other hand, I would have loved becoming the CEO’s personal play thing. 😉

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