"I need you to be more careful, to double-check your work! this is presented to our clients for gods' sake. We're counting on you to summarize and make sense of this!" Alan lectured.
Michael listened but as he did he felt farther and farther away. Deep feelings arose within him. He tried to speak but his mouth was putty, memories of past lovers flashed before his eyes, his heart raced, his penis, pulsating. "I'm sorry sir." He managed to mumble as sweat began to betray the calm demeanor he was attempting to portray.
"Sorry isn't enough; a 'minor miscalculation' or 'formula error' doesn't repair our relationship. They want to meet you themselves. They want to judge you for themselves. I have done what I can to protect and defend you but the big wigs want to keep this client and you will need to bring your A-game."
"I'm a single person and you don't have anyone double-checking my work, I need support..." Mike stammered cautiously caressing his chest.
"Talk like that and you'll be out of a job. You've been hired as an expert and you failed us... reversing an if-statement or not we're in hot water and you need to fix it."
"I'll do what I can!" Mike muttered as he stood up to leave his boss' office, his penis was pumping load after load of semen into his pants and he prayed nobody would see him,
He made it to the bathroom but his pants had ample time to absorb his liquid and a dark stain shone through. "I can't return to work like this..." the mere thought of being caught filled him with embarrassment making him double over with sexual pleasure.
Jeff returned from school and completed his homework. The door below announced the arrival of his father. "Hey dad, how was your day?" Such an innocuous question... Jeff knew it would cripple him sooner or later and today was the day.
"What do you mean?" Mike faltered dropping his briefcase.
Jeff heard the clatter and pounced, "What do you mean, what do I mean... Did anything interesting happen? Are things going well? Tell me about your day."
The details, the important details... Rushed back to Mike bringing him to kneel and pull the briefcase before him as he rubbed himself off in a fugue state...