Ryan Callum. For the past 8 months he has made my life a living hell. Ever since the young brat got hired to my department he has been pushing my buttons. Hes a cocky bastard who thinks he knows it all already. Despite me working here for nearly a decade he talks down to me like I’m beneath him on the totem pole. If that weren’t enough he is also wildly homophobic and after I decorated my cubicle for Pride month he realized I was gay and had been mocking me ever since.
When he’d first seen the rainbow flag hanging on the backwall of my cube he made a face of disgust and asked me what ‘that faggot shit’ was doing in the office. I’d told him off for his language and informed him that I was gay and that I would be reporting him to HR. He laughed and told me that it was clear I was a ‘queer’ since going to HR instead of talking things out like a real man was exactly the type of ‘pussy shit’ a fag would do.
I reported him that afternoon and I heard that he’d been reprimanded. I had been hoping for him being fired entirely, but I suppose that would be asking too much for a first offense. When I came in the next day my pride flag had been taken down. I knew immediately who had done it, but when I confronted Ryan he denied it with a smirk on his face. No matter how much I pleaded with HR they said I had no proof and so I had just had to let it go.
The months that followed contained more similarly plausibly deniable harassment. I began to receive ‘gifts’ wrapped in rainbow wrapping paper starting on my birthday. I opened it up in front of my cubicle mates thinking it had been a gift from a friendly coworker only for a large dildo to fall out of the package. I was mortified. I had tried to hide it quickly but there was no disguising a tool of that size. My cubicle mates laughed and soon word spread round the office. I seethed with quiet embarrassed rage the whole day until Ryan came around to poke fun just as everyone else had.
“I heard about your prank present, buddy. Funny shit. Well, at least it's something somebody like you will be able to get plenty of use out of!” He laughed before walking away
I knew it was him who’d done it, but reporting it to HR yielded no results again. Plausible deniability and it's not like he was the only one to mock me that day. I confided my suspicions with a few other gay coworkers and they all felt the same as I did and they’d all made complaints. Ryan was making this place toxic, but without the recourse of HR we couldn’t do much about it for now.
Then a few weeks later another gift. This time I was smart enough to wait to get home to open it to find a butt plug. Then a few weeks later it was a cock cage with a rainbow design on it. Then a pair of panties with the word ‘fag’ printed on them. Every time I got a new gift Ryan would pop by the next day to ask about it and if I ‘enjoyed it’ as much as I had the first one.
I reported him again and again until HR told me bluntly that unless I had proof they would no longer be listening to my complaints. So I’ve been snooping trying to get proof he was doing this to no avail. Asking straight co-workers about it at best got a few chuckles and jokes about the contents of the gifts. And my gay coworkers at this point seemed to have given up on improving the situation. I was also on the verge of giving up on my dream of getting him fired when a gift fell into my lap or more accurately onto my timeline.
I was scrolling through my X feed at night with my dick in hand as I perused my shamefully curated timeline. It was full of rough sex, straight cashmasters abusing fags, and homophobic abuse. I hadn’t chosen this kink, but unlike some others I knew it was just a kink and was able to separate it from my real life.
Anyway, while browsing one day I came across a hot video of a man pissing on a pride flag. It made me so hot to see him disrespect fags like that and I furiously rubbed my shaft as I listened to the sound of his heavy stream covering the flag that represented the fight for my rights. But as soon as the man started talking I stopped.
“Fuck fag pride. You losers are nothing but a shameful disgrace.”
I clicked through the reblog to find the original tweet to see the account, @FagDestroyerRC, and read it.
‘Stole this loser flag from a queer at my job. How much do you think I could $ell it back to him for now that it's soaked in my Superior Straight piss?’
I sat there mouth agape and my cock throbbed reflexively. This had to be Ryan’s account. That had to be my flag he was pissing on.
This was amazing. I now had some proof, or something like it at least. I was sure that somewhere in this account was enough information that I could get him fired for the harassment he’d directed at me. And even if he didn’t I’m sure the company would fire him for having a porn account anyway so if I could find pics or vids with his face in it that would get him fired anyway.
I giddily scrolled back through his feed taking in what appeared to be years of his homophobic and abusive content.
‘You fags are pathetic and the only part of you that matters are your wallets’
‘fags are wastes of a pregnancy. Apologize to your parents for wasting their time’
‘queers aren’t men. You losers should be legally classified as fail-males to distinguish your place beneath real men.’
I found myself idly stroking my cock and I had to repeatedly remind myself to stop getting off to this real life homophobic jerk. I was better than that. I knew how to keep my kink and reality separate. But still, memories of Ryan mocking me in the office blurred and mixed in with idle fantasies of him using the dildo he’d bought to rape my ass while he laughed. Fuck, that would be so hot. I groaned in frustration as my fantasies grew in depravity as I scrolled.
Every picture of him, even though it was only from the neck down, was so frustratingly hot. I never realized how built he was. God I wished he would smack me around. Just walk up to my desk and slap me for being a stupid, disrespectful, little fag fail male.
Eventually I realized it had been hours and I hadn’t found anything. Looking at the clock I realized it was well past midnight and I had work the next day. I decided to call it a night but swore to find the evidence I needed to get rid of Ryan.
The next day at work I walked in with my head held high and a smile on my face knowing that soon I would have Ryan out on his ass. People commented on my chipper mood throughout the day, including Ryan.
I happened to enter the break room as he was leaving and he noticed my attempt at a knowing smirk.
“What’s got you in a good mood? You finally decided to put that butt plug to use, faggy?” He chuckled at my shocked expression.
He had not only confirmed my suspicions about the packages but he’d blatantly called me a fag in the office. Of course no one was around to hear it so it was my word against his. But I was still irate, fuming, disgusted, and… hard?
After he left me there steaming I realized my dick had shot to full hardness in seconds and was throbbing against my zipper painfully.
I kept my private kinks and my real life separate. No way was I getting hard because Ryan Callum of all people had been so disrespectful toward me.
But the throbbing in my pants and the rapidly growing pool of precum in my underwear didn’t lie. I shamedly shuffled to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for a few minutes waiting for my erection to go back down.
This was so embarrassing. I couldn’t believe it was happening. It had to be because I hadn’t gotten off last night. This was just residual unresolved horniness.
Still, no matter what, I told myself, this was a sign that I needed to get Ryan out of here ASAP!
That night at home I redoubled my efforts to find evidence to oust Ryan. I resumed my scroll and found myself in the same headspace I was last night. Stroking absentmindedly as I read the hate filled messages. Somehow knowing for a fact that Ryan was just as homophobic in real life and that this account wasn’t an act made it contradictingly hotter despite my desire to keep my kink grounded in pure fetish only territory. Everytime I saw a picture of his frustratingly huge cock accompanied by some bigoted remark I gripped my dick tight and groaned.
It was while looking at one of those tweets that I felt it. The building sensation that I knew I couldn’t fight against. With my mind full of fantasies about Ryan and my eyes fixated on his big alpha cock I came. I blasted rope after watery rope of my fag cum all over my hands and stomach. I was helpless to stop the waves of ecstasy that wracked my body as I orgasmed. Once the feeling had passed I closed the browser in shame and tried to deny what had just happened.
‘It was just a fluke.’ I told myself
‘It didn’t mean anything.’ I said
‘I wouldn’t do it again.’ I promised.
But I did do it again. The next night it happened again as I was again looking for evidence. An image of Ryan’s pits sparked something in me and I went overboard and came while licking the image of his armpits on my screen.
And it happened again the next night and the night after that. Every night I would look for evidence and without fail I would come to images and fantasies of Ryan. And Every day I would walk into work and try to avoid his gaze as if he would be able to look into my eyes and know what I had done. And every time he would mock me or smirk at me or even just be around me with his powerful alpha presence I would get hard and have to excuse myself to the restroom until my erection calmed itself.
I told myself that it was all for the purpose of getting him fired and that's why this cycle repeated for two weeks until finally one Friday I’d finally reached the end of his feed with no concrete evidence that this profile belonged to him.
I was disappointed. I tried to convince myself that the reason for my disappointment was because I didn’t have the evidence I needed, but a voice in the back of my head whispered that I was sad I had no more new material to goon over.
I was about to close out the browser when I thought of something. I clicked onto the link in his profile and found what I was looking for. His OnlyFans page. There had to be more content there than on his X account! And maybe some of it had his face! Sure the $50 per month subscription fee was egregious, but by subscribing for 3 months I got a deal by basically only spending $45 per month. It was a small price to pay to be able to get more of Ryan’s content. For evidence gathering of course.
I clicked the first video and saw what I’d been hoping for. There in full view was Ryan’s face as he stood naked and flexed for the camera. I started screen recording to prepare a video to send to HR as Ryan began to taunt the viewer. Taunting me.
“Look at this body, you pathetic fail male and then look down at your weak little fag body and remember that I will always be better than you. You pansies don’t even have a tenth of the testosterone in your body that a real man does. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you strain yourself in the gym you’ll never be a man.”
I stroked myself with my mouth wide open as he wiggled his cock in front of the camera. I pictured myself on my knees getting my face slapped over and over again by that beautiful dong. I envisioned him taunting me as I tried to get a taste of his tip each time the shaft slid across my face, but he would laugh and remind me that dicks are for chicks.
Before I knew it the video was over. I moved onto the next and then the next. The further I scrolled the deeper my mind went into my perverted fantasies and my thought process grew foggy. I barely registered how deep I was going until I saw an image that wasn’t like the others. It was a pic of his cock encased in a clone-a-willy mould. The caption attached read “I bet you losers would spend $1,000 to get a chance to buy a replica of my cock, wouldn’t you? Too bad for you. This dildo is going to a homo coworker of mine who clearly needs to be reminded that DEI hire fail males like him are nothing more than a joke. After he gets his hands on this I’m sure he’ll be a lot less of a tight-ass in more ways than one”
Seeing it spelled out I had a sudden realization and rushed to my closet and dug through my things until I found it. The dildo that had embarrassed me in front of my colleagues all those months ago. I had kept it as potential evidence and now I was so grateful for my forward thinking. In my hand I held a replica of Ryan’s thick cock and my mouth salivated and my hole twitched at just the thought. I admired its beauty and power. I brought it to my lips and kissed the tip wishing I could do this to the real thing. I opened my mouth and let it slowly slide into my mouth, being sure to bask in the feeling of how it widened my mouth with its girth until it slid to the back of my throat. I gagged on its length but endured until I reached the silicone balls at the end. I slid it out and in again and again, picturing Ryan fucking my fag throat until it was covered with a mix of his precum and my throat slime.
When I finally pulled it out it was slick and thoroughly lubed. I knew what I needed to do next. I went back to my computer and pulled up the video of Ryan pissing on my flag again and put it on repeat. I listened to his piss and demeaning words looping and watched him denigrate the flag he’d stolen from me and as I did so I pressed the head of that cock to my hole. I was twitching in anticipation to be penetrated by the replica of Ryan’s cock. I pushed in and groaned as I felt his head pierce into me. As I slid down each glorious inch his words penetrated my skull over and over.
I rode the dildo with feverish intensity just imaging I was getting fucked by the Alpha Male it was molded after. I was desperate to cum but something about it felt wrong. I was getting so much pleasure from this perverted fantasy of a man I had been trying for months to get fired. It was wrong. I needed to correct my transgressions somehow.
I clicked on his account and DM’ed him.
‘I’m so sorry for being such a fucking faggot, sir. I didn’t understand just how real your superiority was.’
I watched and waited for a bit with the dildo still firmly up my ass and to my surprise a response came in.
‘Is that any way to approach me you little bitch?’
I realize my mistake immediately. I open my cashapp and immediately send $20 to his account.
‘So sorry, sir! I’ve sent, sir.’
‘That's better. So many fail males like you in my DMs who think they can waste a real man’s time for free. So fucking disrespectful.’
‘I apologize again. My stupid fag brain was just overwhelmed by your superiority. I’ve been gooning to your page for weeks and my brain hasn’t been right since I set my eyes on your cock, sir.’
‘Pathetic. Do you realize how much of a loser you are to catch a glimpse of my fat, sweaty, musky cock and lose all your pride like this? Did you ever have it in the first place?’
I read the message and groan as my hole reflexively twitches around the dildo inside of me.
‘I thought I did sir. I argued with real men like my coworkers about my dignity, but I think I was wrong. I think pride is only for real men.’
‘You think? Sounds like you need to be reminded of your inferiority so you can be sure.’
I was about to reply when suddenly an image came through and a picture of his cock appeared on my screen again. I started panting and bouncing on the dildo as I was confronted with the object of my worship again.
‘I don’t tolerate weak fence-sitting bullshit. You need to send again and tell me how you really feel, faggot.’
I sent another $50 and bounced on his cock more furiously.
‘Yes sir! Sent! I’m so sorry. You’re right. I know that I was wrong. I’m a pathetic fail male queer. I’m so sorry for disrespecting you again.’
‘That’s right you are. You may be slow but you’re getting there. The only use you have is to be a wallet or a punchline for a real man.’
‘Thank you sir. I’m so glad I can be of use to you in some way.’
‘Haha, that’s right. Your life is about me, isn’t it cum-sucker? Too bad for you that I have better things to do on a Friday night than talk to some fag. I’ve got a bitch I’ve been seeing coming over later tonight and I’m gonna bust her cunt wide open. Bet you wish you were her, huh?’
I whined pathetically, now hammering my hole with Ryan’s cock. I wanted it so bad. I wish I could feel the strength of his thighs pistoning into my pathetic fag hole and look up at him as he spits in my face.
‘Yes sir. I’m so jealous. I know you deserve to fuck whatever hole you want, though. I hope she serves you well.’
‘Good faggot. Maybe one day I’ll let you buy one of my used condoms to suck dry, lmaoooo. I’m done with you for now though, but as a reward I’ll let you send me $50 when you cum tonight while thinking of me.’
My eyes crossed as I read the message. Just thinking about tasting Ryan’s jizz had my fag brain going into overdrive. I wanted it. I NEEDED to know what a real man’s cum tasted like. I wanted to kiss every inch of his body, I wanted him to beat me senseless, I wanted him to expose me, I wanted him to destroy my wallet and my hole, I wanted him to-
“RYANNNNnnn!” I shouted out as my hole spasmed around his cock and my tiny dicklet spurted out the most powerful orgasm of my life. My vision blurred and my hands and thighs tingled with electricity as I rode Ryan’s cock until the last of my cum was drained out of me.
As I recovered my brain functions I pulled out my phone and with jizz covered fingers I opened the app again and sent Ryan $50.
For the rest of the weekend I did nothing but goon to Ryan and each time I came I sent him another $50. By the time I went to bed on Sunday night I had spent over $300 in tributes to him and he hadn’t even bothered to reach out. It felt shameful, but it felt correct. I was just a faceless fag in a sea of queers who were willing to worship him. But the thought of that made me sick with envy of those other fail males. I needed to stand out and show him that I could do more for him than they could. And with that thought in mind I knew what I had to do.
On Monday I arrived early to the office building and parked near the back. Underneath my clothes I wore the rainbow cock cage on my straining dicklet and I had the buttplug firmly wedged inside of me. I waited in my car until I saw Ryan' s truck arrive. I immediately got out, checking to ensure no one was around, and I approached him. Once he spotted me he got that insufferably handsome smirk on his face.
“What do you want so early in the morning, homo? If it isn’t obvious I’d prefer to not have to interact with a pride princess like you if I’m not getting paid for it so if you could wait until we’re on the clock I’d appreciate it.”
“Yes sir, I understand you don’t want to talk to fail males like me without getting paid.” I said before kneeling in front of him. I pulled out an envelope with $500 from my pocket and held it palms up toward him as I bowed my head, “Thank you for gracing me with your presence this Friday. I wanted to apologize in person for ruining your workplace with my fag pride.”
Ryan made a brief sound of surprise before he started chuckling and finally outright laughing.
“Oh this is too good. After all that bitching and snitching to HR you’re here kneeling before me like the pathetic cocksucker you are. Sure, I’ll take this down payment for your apology from you, but this is just the beginning. Look up at me.”
I looked up at his command only to be greeted immediately by a huge glob of spit raining down on my face.
“I’m gonna make one thing clear to you and you have this one chance to turn away and quit this job and find another because if you stay,” His face contorted into a vicious grin, “I am going to DESTROY you both mind and body. So what do you say?”
I knelt there trembling in awe of his presence. He was offering me a choice but with the sight of his bulge in his pants before me, the intimidating alpha aura he was emitting, and the taste of his spit on my lips we both knew there was only one choice.
“Please destroy me, sir!”
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