“You don’t even believe me, do you?”
I did my best to suppress the sigh I wanted to reply with. “It’s not that I don’t believe you–I just don’t see anything wrong, is all…Can you be more specific? The ticket just says that it’s not working right.”
“I don’t know! I hate computers, it’s just…I don’t know, I felt a shock, and then everything just seemed strange afterward. I think it’s the circuit board or something. Motherboard, whatever! Just get me a new one, if you can’t figure it out.” he said. He was some middle management flunkie, probably didn’t know much of anything. Who kept putting shits like this in charge anyway? He looked like he couldn’t even be done with college yet. Here I was, 34, worked with computers all my life, and stuck doing tech support for idiots I hated just to pay off my student loans.
I looked back at the guy’s computer screen, but didn’t see anything suspicious, and if he wasn’t going to be more specific, then there wasn’t really much I could do for him. I could waste all afternoon getting him set up with a new desktop, and get in trouble for neglecting all of the other tickets which needed more attention than this, or I could blow him off, and get in trouble when he called my manager. “Look, I do believe you,” I lied, “But it was probably just some static. How about this–I’ll check back on you tomorrow afternoon, and if it’s still acting up, I’ll get you a new desktop–how does that sound? In the meantime, keep a record of what’s strange with it, and be as specific as you can. That will help me fix it.”
He wasn’t happy about waiting, but with a few more assurances, he relented, and I slipped away. I could at least block some time off tomorrow to take care of it, when I had less of a backlog. I checked my workflow and met up with a few other workers who had problems I could actually do something about, even if one was as simple as a reboot, and the other showing someone, again, how to put paper in the damn printer. Eventually I made it back to base–it was already early afternoon, and I’d had it with people for the day. Plus I was horny, and I can never focus when I’m horny. Thankfully, the IT office is pretty quiet and secluded–and so I sat down at my computer, put on some headphones, and started up the porno Austin had wanted me to watch. He was another IT guy in the department, a bit younger than me, but also gay. I’d always thought he was a bit of a weirdo, but we’d grown closer over the last couple of months–I mean, really close. We hadn’t made the fact that we’d started dating public or anything, but it was getting serious, or it felt serious at least.
I scanned the empty room one more time, before hauling out my cock and starting the video. The first couple of minutes set the scene–I’d never seen a space like that before, a large, dimly lit tiled room, almost like a bathroom but emptied of everything inside it. Two men came it–one tall and muscular, the other fatter and dressed in rubber with the word pig across it, and the muscular one shoved him down so he sat on the dirty tile, and chained his arms up–and then the men started coming in. It was the kinkiest thing I’d ever seen, watching men use that pig–as a cumdump, as a urinal, humiliating it, kicking and crushing his puny cock and balls with their boots…intellectually, it disgusted me, and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I lied to myself for a bit, that I liked observing it, but the truth was that I identified with the pig. I…I was so damn curious, what it would feel like, taste like, to be treated like that. I couldn’t believe Austin had thought I’d like this…but I was just as surprised that he’d been right that I would. Then again, he always seemed to know more about what I wanted than I did. Hell, I’d thought about guys before, but I’d been a virgin before meeting him, after all.
I was so engrossed that I forgot to keep checking the room, and so the hand on my shoulder nearly sent me flying from my chair. Thankfully, it was just Austin. He was smirking down at me, and at my hardon, “You should really be more careful, you know,” he said, unzipping his fly and letting his cock out, “Wouldn’t want anyone else here to catch you with your pants down.”
I sucked him off, but kept one eye on the porno still playing on my computer. The pig was now filthy, covered with piss, cum, spit. The man who’d locked him to the wall–his master, I suppose–walked back over, now that the other men had thinned out, unchained him, and ordered him onto his hands and knees. I assumed he was just going to fuck him, but instead he lubed up his entire hand and began worming the entire thing into the pig’s hole–it wasn’t even all the way in, before the pig came, heaving and grunting as his tiny cock splattered the filthy floor with cum. I shot too, but kept watching, the master shoving nearly his entire arm up the pig’s hole.
Austin came after that, and then pulled the headphones off my head. “Quitting time–I assume you wanna come over tonight?”
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