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Office Conduct (Straight to Gay Workplace Discipline Erotica)



Tyler knows he’s straight, but then why does he keep having dreams about his boss? The last thing he wants is a rumor starting in the office, and when one of his coworker’s makes a comment, Tyler sets about proving it wrong in the worst way possible. If Mr. Cross finds out his favorite employee is fooling around with a girl in the break room, Tyler’s in for a disciplining he’s not likely to forget.

All he can do is hope Mr. Cross will take it easy on him, but one look at his boss’s face says that’s not very likely …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, spanking, discipline, dominance, first time anal sex, and a lot of charged up hot guys who think they’re straight and some who know what they want from the start. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from the Office Discipline stories by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

I crossed my arms. “What, are you going to be difficult now?”

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m being used to prove a point.”

My smile was growing broader the more she teased me. She was very cute, and she knew it. She was funny, and she knew it. She really wasn’t all that bad a girl, and she really had my number. And she knew that, too. Sometimes the only way to get a little power back on your side in a situation like that is to make a move. So I kissed her.

It wasn’t a long, drawn out surrender to eternal yearning. It wasn’t the door to warm, wet forbidden ecstasy. But it felt good.

It felt good, and it also felt kind of wrong in a very enticing way, there in the break room with the blinds drawn by some lucky accident.

It only lasted a moment, and I pulled back just an inch.

“What do you think about that?” I asked, my mouth still very close to hers.

This time she kissed me. Her arm moved around my waist, drawing me against her body. She smelled very good, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her lips and tongue were soft and sensual, playful but with serious intent. Her hand wandered down my back, cupping my ass.

I let my eyes slip closed. I softened my position, conforming to her, letting my body savor hers. This second one was a really, really good kiss.

But it ended too soon.

At the sound of the break room door, my eyes flew open. I leapt back, my heart missing several beats in a row.

And it kept on missing beats as I looked up to see who had discovered us. I was frozen, backed against the wall, my arm still extended from pushing myself back.

Mr. Garrett face was a thundercloud as he stepped into the room. “What the hell is going on here?”

Danielle had leapt to her feet and spun to face the newcomer. When she realized who it was, she started backing away, too. She inadvertently bumped into me against the wall and hastily stepped aside and out of my intimate proximity.

“It wasn’t what it looked like -” Danielle started.

“Shut up.”

The door slammed shut behind him. I felt like I was going to be sick.

“You.” He pointed at me. “My office. And you,” he said, pointing at Danielle.

“You can’t fire me,” Danielle blurted.

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Punishing the Bully

Michael might be used to getting his way, but soon the would-be bully is going to find out he likes getting pushed up against a desk and taught some manners, too.

He’s discovered a dirty little secret about one of his classmates, and Michael is sure his victim will do anything to keep it quiet. But as soon as he puts his scheme into action, the whole thing backfires and Professor Bradford finds out about it. When he asks Michael to stay after class, the college jock knows it can mean nothing good, but he has no idea the professor is going to bring in Michael’s secret gay crush to help in the punishment …

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, dominant alpha males, curious younger college jocks, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

It was beyond humiliating, and it hadn’t even started yet. Worst of all was that it felt like exactly what I deserved. I’d been acting childishly and he was treating me like a child. Now there was nothing I could do but squirm and take it.

His hand rested on my ass cheek for a moment, and then he reached around beneath me and opened the fly of my pants. I stiffened as he drew them down my legs and let them crumple to my ankles. Cool air flowed over my thighs. God, how had I gotten myself into this position? Why was my heart racing? And why was I getting hard? And I was. I was getting embarrassingly stiff. I didn’t dare risk looking down, but I could only imagine it was starting to get obvious. Why was this turning me on so much?

“Count for me, Michael,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly.

I heard it even before I felt it. It was a great, swishing thwack as his palm landed on my presented ass. I flinched, and sudden, stinging pain enflamed my lower half. I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

“One, sir,” I gasped.

His hand came down again.

I gasped and blinked water from my eyes. “Two, sir,” I moaned.

His hand was tight on my hip as he spanked me. He wasn’t holding back. Each time felt like it was opening me up and exposing me to a new level of stinging, humiliating discomfort. I shifted and wriggled involuntarily, but all doing that accomplished was exposing different angles of me for punishment.

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Motivating the Intern

He lives in fear of the day his boss finds out the punishments turn Will on, and what will happen the secret is finally uncovered …

A recently graduated football star and used to getting what he wants, Will wasn’t thrilled when his struggling parents asked him to help earn a little money for the family. But he figures getting an part-time job at a tiny new start-up will be a pretty easy way to make a few bucks.

At least, it is until his new boss finds him chatting to his friends instead of sorting papers. The files are a mess, and Mr. Anderson decides the young jock he’s hired needs a bit more hands-on motivation, and his methods aren’t exactly conventional …

It’s not long before the strong disciplinarian is dominating the twenty year old’s confused thoughts … and desires.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, spanking and punishment, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly submissive younger man. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He reached down to Will’s knees and brought his underwear back up his thighs and fit them into place. He ran a finger around the waistband to ensure they were properly positioned. A breath caught in Will’s chest as his boss’s finger brushed across the top of his groin, an inch away from the stiff length of his cock. Had his boss noticed how turned on he’d been?

“Dress and stand up,” Mr. Anderson said.

Will did so, his face burning anew as he failed to meet the older man’s gaze.

“Look at me,” Mr. Anderson instructed him.

Will lifted his eyes. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done.

“I didn’t do this to you. You did this to yourself. Do you understand?”

Will nodded.

“I hope you don’t bring this upon yourself more than necessary.”

“Thank you, sir,” he mumbled in a barely audible voice.

“Good.” He finished his glass and put it by the sink. “It’s late,” he observed. “Wash the glass and then you can go.”

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Behind Closed Doors

Corrupting the youth and helping them cum of age, the older male studs of this three story bundle didn’t know they wanted to take advantage of the younger guys they had working for them until it was too late. Once things heat up, being “straight” is as much of an obstacle as an extra button on a tight shirt. Don’t miss out on enough hot action to keep you turned on for the next week.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, multiple partners, group menage, dominant alpha males, curious younger college jocks, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He stopped and poured a glass of water and handed it to me. “I feel like I should be offering you something stronger,” he joked. “Your parents would kill me, of course. But you’re not really their little boy anymore, are you?”

I brought the glass to my face and drank to avoid trusting myself to answer. Why couldn’t I stop flushing? It made me feel like a kid again, the way any little thing he said made my heart race and my face go up in flames.

He shook himself, as though rebuking himself for what he had just said.

“Anyways, you remember the house well enough, right? This is the kitchen. The laundry room’s downstairs. Bathrooms are in the hallway on both floors.” He pointed down the hall. “We keep all the medical things in that closet.” He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Let’s see, what am I forgetting?”

Without meaning to, I found myself staring at him openly as he thought. His hand was wide and strong as he rubbed his chin. His face was as handsome as I remembered it. His features were strong and good-natured, and his crystal blue eyes were resting on the table as he tried to remember everything he needed to go over. Short, dark hair just brushed the top of his forehead.

He was in his late thirties by now, but still in great shape. I remember hearing he had been a bit of a track star when he was in college, but when I had asked him about it, wide-eyed and excited, he had just laughed and told me those days were behind him. Seeing him here and now was bringing back an unwelcome rush of memories … nights of hot disappointment and frustrated confusion about why I felt this way about him, a way I wasn’t supposed to and could never tell him about. But … the way he had looked at me on the doorstep was different.

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The Straight Boss

Luke Davis has developed a bit of a soft spot for his personal assistant. The handsome twenty-two year old is always trying to go above and beyond, even when he doesn’t have to. Their relationship is professional and Luke is as straight as they come, but when he finds Jackson in his home crying over a recent break-up, Luke starts to realize his feelings for the young man have been growing more personal than he realized. He wants to comfort him and protect him …

… but more and more, the straight older man just wants Jackson for himself.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant str8 alpha male and an increasingly submissive younger man. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

“I see a really charming young man who deserves to be treated so, so much better than he’s been treated. I see a guy who deserves someone smart enough to recognize how special he is and cherish him, who wants and desires everything about him.”

Jackson’s eyes were wet as he looked back at him. “You think so?” He was leaning in towards Luke as he asked. He could smell the young, vigorous scent of his body. His thigh was firm against his knee as Jackson bent towards him, looking at him with trust and yearning that he hadn’t seen directed at him in a long, long time. His hand was stroking the younger man’s hair and he could feel its softness and the warmth of his neck and he was so very close.

He realized he had never really looked at his assistant before. He had seen him, of course, but he seemed so young and carefree that it was as though he was a completely different type of person from himself. But no, he was very much human. He was delicate and intensely real and seemed to draw Luke in the way he had never experienced with a man. It suddenly struck him there was a lot he had never recognized or understood about men who were intimate with each other, and maybe it made a lot more sense right now in the dim light and the still of the night than he had ever expected. The intensity of his sudden desire for something new and fresh and real surprised him.

Before he could stop himself, he had brought the young man’s lips to his. They were soft and wet, and the kiss was lingering and passionate. Jackson didn’t hesitate, not even for a moment. It was as though he had been on the very edge of leaning in himself when Luke drew him in.

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The Curious Jock

Oliver is two years into college, popular, well-built and straight as they come. Life has always been pretty straightforward for the student athlete with good grades. The last thing he expects to happen when he agrees to watch the kids of the gay couple across the street is to be attracted to another man, but that was before he really knew Mr. Baker.

Ryan Baker might be in his early forties, but he’s still a complete stud. And although he’s starting to get hints that the college jock is a little attracted to him, he knows the right thing to do is stay away.

But Oliver doesn’t realize he’s playing with fire. He’s accidentally driving his boss crazy, and when Ryan catches Oliver exploring some of his new urges right out in the open, all self-restraint finally breaks …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

By the time Mr. Baker reappeared at the foot of the stairs, now dressed in his usual professional style and running a comb through damp hair, Oliver had more or less recovered. This was the man he knew and liked in a more innocent, acceptable way. Mr. Baker was still handsome, of course. His smile could still brighten Oliver’s day. But he was familiar Mr. Baker, a good father and a good man to work for.

“Kids should be home any minute,” Mr. Baker told him. “They’re getting a ride back from a friend’s mother.”

“Alright, Mr. Baker,” Oliver said, trusting himself to speak. “Have a nice meeting.”

Mr. Baker rolled his eyes and laughed. “That’ll be the day. These meetings are always ten percent useless and ninety percent a pain in the ass. Hopefully I’m not back later than 10.”

Oliver nodded. “Well don’t rush on our account back here,” he said. “We’ll have ourselves a nice time.” Every hour he worked after the kids’ bedtime was pretty easy money, so he never minded these late evenings.

Mr. Baker smiled. “I know it. Thanks again. I’ve told you before how much it means to me that there’s someone here looking after the kids that I trust the way I trust you.”

Oliver flushed a little and made a self-effacing little gesture to cover his embarrassment.

“Well, my number’s on the fridge like always,” Mr. Baker said as he departed.

Oliver went to the window and watched as the car peeled out into the street. He sank onto the couch, his mind wandering back of its own volition to the vision of Mr. Baker in the doorway.

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Teaching the Jock a New Game

Paul expected to hate his new part-time job cutting brush for a wealthy couple on the outskirts of his little college town, but meeting his new boss is quickly changing his mind.

Evan Carlen isn’t at all like what Paul expected: he’s young and down to earth and gets dirty right alongside his twenty-year old hired hand as they go about turning five acres into the estate of a beautiful home. Getting sweaty and doing an honest day’s work has a way of bringing guys together, and soon Paul considers the older man a friend, and increasingly … a little more?

He doesn’t really know what to make of these new feelings for his handsome thirty-five year old boss. He just knows he can’t afford to let anyone find out. But when he shows up for work direct from football practice, he catches Mr. Carlen watching him change. Is it possible the married man shares some of his feelings? It seems the Evan Carlen plans to teach this college stud about something other than yardwork, and Paul it won’t take long to make Paul a very willing pupil.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

Once he was fully undressed, he took a moment to stretch before pulling on his work clothes. It always felt good after a hard workout, but it was also strange and … maybe a bit exciting to be naked in Mr. Carlen’s house. He imagined him barging into bathroom, pushing him back against the wall, and … wait, where had that come from?

Realizing he’d started stroking at himself, he forced himself to be good and dressed quickly. As he turned to the door, he noticed that in his initial hurry to get ready he’d left it cracked open. He let out a slight gasp of embarrassment. Had Mr. Carlen noticed? He looked out and saw with a tight feeling in his chest that the crack in the door looked directly across the hall into Mr. Carlen’s office, where he had been working when Paul arrived. He peered out, but it appeared empty now. What had he been thinking, not even bothering to close the door like that?

He decided to put on a brave face and hope Mr. Carlen hadn’t noticed. “Sorry I took so long,” he said casually when he found Mr. Carlen in the kitchen, hoping the flush in his cheeks wasn’t noticeable.

Mr. Carlen was doing dishes with his back to him, and when he turned slightly Paul noticed a long, hard shape in his pants too large for him to conceal completely.

“We’ll get started then,” he said quickly, and moved past Paul towards the door. Paul noticed the look in his eyes, hungry but restrained, like he wanted something he knew he shouldn’t take.

They worked in silence as Paul worked through what had happened. He had seen. He had watched. Paul had made him hard. The thought was overwhelming. The throbbing ache in his groin that he sometimes got around Mr. Carlen intensified as Paul dwelled helplessly on the sight of that bulge in his pants. He wanted to feel it. Paul turned him on. Mr. Carlen wanted him. And good God, did Paul want him.

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Passing Around His Boytoy

Alec has known Mr. Wobash most of his life, but it wasn’t until the college senior agreed to watch the Wobash kids for a couple evenings a week that he started spending any time alone with him. His feelings towards the older man have always been a mix of respect and intimidation, but with growing familiarity are more confusing, illicit thoughts that the curious twenty-two year old is struggling to keep secret.

But Mr. Wobash – rich, good looking, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the cute college kid he’s hired to watch his children.

And once Alec is his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Wobash never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push boundaries in a hurry, and when Alec inadvertently shows up while Mr. Wobash has several friends visiting, he finds himself the center of some very intense attention.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, multiple partners, group menage, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

Alec bit his lip, afraid that Mr. Wobash would turn around and see how flushed he was becoming. Even little compliments from Mr. Wobash always felt a thousand times better than any praise from Alec’s parents or anyone at his university.

He took another drink from the wine, and the heat in his face increased. The clock on the wall said it was almost midnight, but there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to leave.

“Do you think you’ll have more evening meetings this week?” he asked.

Mr. Wobash took Alec’s hand from his shoulder and turned to sit back on the couch beside him. “Thursday, probably,” he said. “Will you be available that night?”

Alec nodded. “I’m pretty much always available, Mr. Wobash.”

He cocked his head slightly at the phrase, and again his eyes lingered on Alec’s flushed face and wandered slowly over him. It was as though Alec could physically feel his gaze following the intimate lines of his body.

Mr. Wobash put a hand out and again brushed a strand of hair off of Alec’s forehead. This time his fingers lingered on Alec’s cheek. “It’s really nice knowing that someone I trust is here when I’m away.”

Alec’s flush deepened. “I – I’m glad I -” he began, but stopped himself before he could speak his true feelings.

But it had been enough.

“Alec, you’re a really tremendous young man,” Mr. Wobash said. His thumb was resting lightly against his cheek and his hand encircled the base of Alec’s head. Alec felt his fingers in her hair. “It took me a little while to notice, but now that I’ve seen it I really can’t look away.”

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Curious for His Older Neighbor

It’s been two years since Jake was last home from college, but he’s not likely to forget Mr. Pollansky. The handsome, now 39-year old neighbor was always a role model for Jake as a kid, and as he got older he started to have more confusing feelings about the mature, successful family friend.

Jake’s mother volunteers him to babysit for the Pollanskys while he’s home over the summer, and when Mr. Pollansky sees the young man he’s become, it’s quite obvious Jake’s not the kid next door anymore. He knows it’s wrong to want Jake, and even worse to act on those desires, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that he just won’t be able to stop himself.

And when he takes his younger neighbor, all that pent-up lust is sure to burst through a lot faster and harder than the curious young man is ready to handle.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, rough anal sex, a dominant alpha male and an increasingly curious younger college jock. All characters are 18 or older.

This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

He stopped and poured a glass of water and handed it to me. “I feel like I should be offering you something stronger,” he joked. “Your parents would kill me, of course. But you’re not really their little boy anymore, are you?”

I brought the glass to my face and drank to avoid trusting myself to answer. Why couldn’t I stop flushing? It made me feel like a kid again, the way any little thing he said made my heart race and my face go up in flames.

He shook himself, as though rebuking himself for what he had just said.

“Anyways, you remember the house well enough, right? This is the kitchen. The laundry room’s downstairs. Bathrooms are in the hallway on both floors.” He pointed down the hall. “We keep all the medical things in that closet.” He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Let’s see, what am I forgetting?”

Without meaning to, I found myself staring at him openly as he thought. His hand was wide and strong as he rubbed his chin. His face was as handsome as I remembered it. His features were strong and good-natured, and his crystal blue eyes were resting on the table as he tried to remember everything he needed to go over. Short, dark hair just brushed the top of his forehead.

He was in his late thirties by now, but still in great shape. I remember hearing he had been a bit of a track star when he was in college, but when I had asked him about it, wide-eyed and excited, he had just laughed and told me those days were behind him. Seeing him here and now was bringing back an unwelcome rush of memories … nights of hot disappointment and frustrated confusion about why I felt this way about him, a way I wasn’t supposed to and could never tell him about. But … the way he had looked at me on the doorstep was different.

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