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|Mr. Wallace and me (mm:transgendered, 3320 words) [1/11]|
|Author: Robin O.||Added: Jan 22 2013||Views/Reads: 2985/2236 [75%]||Part vote: 9.31 (13 votes)|
|I get caught by my nasty, old boss, who makes me wear a dress while cleaning his house.|
Mr. Wallace and Me My name is Bill. I'm just out of high school, and still living at home. I had decided to take a year off before I went to college. I was tired of studying, and being the best diver on our swimming team had been a lot of pressure. I hadn't had time for much dating, and I was looking forward to going off the diet that I've had to be on ever since I could remember and taking a scissors to that tight rubber cap I had to wear over my blond ponytail whenever I was in the pool.. I'm 5-7 and 132 pounds. The girls in high school ignored me and my sex life consisted of playing with myself while looking at Internet porn. The only job I could find was as a night security guard at an old factory in my small hometown. The factory used to be humming 24 hours a day, but since the economy had tanked, there is only one shift, and I'm all by myself overnight. It's such a nothing job that if I had to do it for more than a year, I think I would go mad. My supervisor, Ted Wallace, has been there for about 30 years, and I never met a bigger loser in my life. He's a 63-year-old former Marine, but you'd never know it by looking at him now. His pockmarked face usually needs a shave, and it's almost always scowling. He's about 6-4 and he's got to be pushing 285 pounds. He's on duty every day when I come in, and he's a stickler for all the company rules. Most of those rules don't make a lot of sense to me. I mean, it's not like the Iranians are going to invade the factory any time soon. One of those rules was to stay away from the company computers and just do my rounds. It took me only a few weeks before I found a computer in a corner of the third floor where I could pass hours looking at porn. This wasn't such a bad job after that.... until one evening when I came in to work, and there was Mr. Wallace's fat face smugly smiling at me. "C'mere, kid," he said, motioning to his computer monitor with a pudgy hand. "I keep telling you how much you have to learn, and that includes where all of our security cameras are located." My eyes grew wide as I leaned in over where he was sitting, smelling his sickly, pungent after-shave, which he must have had on him at least two days based on the stubble on his face.What I saw on the tape from last night almost made my heart stop. There I was, sitting in front of the computer, my eyes half-open, my pants and underpants around my ankles, my necktie very loose and my uniform shirt unbuttoned. My left hand was pinching my right nipple, and my right was around my slim, 4-inch circumsized penis. I turned away from the screen, started to stammer, and tears were forming in my eyes. I started to move away, but Mr. Wallace grabbed my wrist. "No, Billy boy," the fat man said with a derisive laugh. "It's just getting to the best part." I almost couldn't see the screen through my tears as my slender little penis erupted, my left hand preventing my cum from getting over the computer. Mr. Wallace let go of my wrist, and I stumbled back. "Now," he said, smiling widely enough for me to notice he was missing a side tooth. I had never seen him smile before. "What should we do about this, Billy boy? I should certainly have you fired. I could probably have you arrested, too, for putting company equipment at risk. Of course, I'll have to see that your parents see this tape. I've got it on my home computer already. I'll almost certainly post it on Facebook." I was literally shaking. "Please, Ted ... Mr. Wallace, please ... not that. I'll never do it again. I'll work extra hours for no pay. Please ... don't. Why would you do this to me?" He laughed again. "Why, you little shit," he said, "do you think I'm stupid? I can tell every time you come in to work that you think you're better than me,
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