The Roommate’s Revenge VIII***it’s finally here! Thanks for all the messages saying you

The Roommate’s Revenge VIII***it’s finally here! Thanks for all the messages saying you like the story and hope ya’ll like this one, too***Bruce shifted in his comfy office chair as he looked at his computer screen. He leaned over to his left side, straining and releasing a nice full fart, FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked back at the screen and continued to work on his email to his subordinates. He heard a whimper below him, accompanied by dutiful deep sniffing and could only catch the faintest whiffs of rotten eggs. He smiled in contentment, releasing one of his famous silent but deadlies, the seat of his dress slacks growing hot and grunted, it was almost time for lunch and he’d had Danny pack him a pastrami sandwich with all the fixings on it, hard boiled eggs and a coke! Bruce King read over the email one last time before hitting the send button. He scratched his big hairy balls, fuck he was horny - he was gonna have to fix that soon before his board meeting later, and pressed a small button beneath his desk. He felt spazming below him and chuckled again. He knew strong voltage was currently coursing through the faggot below him and enjoyed being the cause of it’s perpetual torment. He released his grip on the button and heard the click of metal restraints coming unlocked in the wall compartment behind his big comfy office chair. The faggot’s face was replaced by a foam insert and he could hear it being ejected on the floor with a loud thud before seeing it scurry around the corner on hands and knees and feeling it slip between his legs to find it’s place between his tree trunk thighs under the desk. He heard and felt his zipper come down and a soft, warm, velvety mouth encircle his full, semi hard cock, growling softly and minimizing his e-mail client on the computer. He opened up excel and started to toggle a few drop downs, pausing to sigh and then let loose with a stream of hot recycled black coffee into the hole sucking all of him into it’s gullet. Newly relieved, he felt his cock harden quickly, hard as a steel rod now, and felt the undulations and gentle massaging of the talented throat, taking him all the way to the base and rocking back and forth slowly to bring him pleasure. Bruce worked through his report, studying the figures and prepping his speech notes, knowing he would ace the presentation and score another performance bonus. He was, to put it mildly, on top of the world. He could feel his big balls start to tense up and retract, he roughly grabbed the head (still out of sight and beneath the desk) and heard choking noises as he laughed softly and flooded the hole with his thick, salty alpha cum. He scribbled on a post it note directions to fetch his lunch from the office fridge and shirts from the dry cleaners as well as the reservations he wanted made for dinner with his wife on Friday night and pressed the button again. The warm mouth nearly leapt from his dick, having cleaned it all free of semen and a choking sound of pain emitted from it for the briefest of moments. Without looking down, he shoved the note in the now vacant mouth and watched as the faggot extricated itself from underneath the desk and crawled over to its small office in the adjoining room behind a wall to get to work. Two weeks ago now, Bruce had set Danny on a better path. The night he’d sat Matt down in his living room for a serious announcement, he’d farted one last time in the faggot’s face and then sent it “to bed” in the laundry room so the men could talk in private. He’d told Matt the unvarnished truth. His son had always been a softie, but allowing the faggot to live there and serve was a step too far, it was lazy, a nuisance and contributed nothing to his son and would be his ruination if he wasn’t careful. Matt had laid out the training tools he used with the faggot and a plan had formed in Bruce’s head. He’d bring on the homo as his new assistant at work, where he could be under heel, literally. He setup direct deposit to auto transfer to Matt’s account directly to give him financial dominance of the faggot and allow him to improve the place without being such a burden. He threw away the fag’s old clothing that very night and set him a stipend to purchase only pastel shirts and ties for work to advertise his status, even at work. Matt picked out two t-shirts for him online with bold lettering “cum slut” said one, and “sissy boy” the other screamed in big block letters. These, along with 5” inseam short shorts would be for when he sent him out of house on errands. Danny went through more training the next morning. After feeding Mr. King a full breakfast, and giving him a relaxing rim job in the guest room to say goodbye, he was locked in a hall closet with the special tablet Matt liked to use on him and headphones inserted with his hands cuffed behind his back. Feeling uncomfortable in the small space and having the smell of Mr. King’s asshole on his tongue, Danny listened raptly at his new directions in life. He was primarily a chair now. He hadn’t known until recently, until the King family found and rescued him. He would crave their farts stronger than ever, the smellier and louder the more relief they brought him and now knew in his heart of hearts, he lived only to serve them. The new human seat craved the weight of its master’s on its face, the sweat of their balls and the taste of their superior holes on it’s tongue. When no one else was present, he had a mind only for service. For the briefest of moments a thought flashed through it, what if he hadn’t complained to Matt all that time ago, what if he’d been more understanding, kinder, would he still be here? He shook his head and thanked his new gods that wasn’t the case. Thanks to the King family, he was right where he was supposed to be. Bruce shook his head in the present and thought back on the office renovation. The advanced chair set up that allowed full immersion for the fag and the expensive training collar he’d gifted it to help in it’s obedience and reinforcement in its new role. As he settled in to eat his newly delivered lunch, he felt a now familiar sensation as the foam pad retracted beneath him and a nose inserted into his dress slack covered crack. He raised a little and loosened his belt and button, allowing the pants to fall to the floor. The executive made sure to settle in and bounce a little despite what he thought might be a muffled cry of pain and as he took a delicious bite of his Reuben sandwich he released a butt bomb fit for a King BRRRAaAaAP! The chair could only sniff in compliance and devotion, it’s tongue beginning to lick happily at the sweaty, hairy, dirty shit hole above it, currently providing it a gift from a god.The End -- source link
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