Dickhead -- Chapter 1 -- SHIT FOR BRAINS.
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I had nothing to lose. I knew that my boss, Rory Fanshawe, was gonna fire me due to some cases that our firm had recently lost, but it was an accumulation of circumstances in which, frankly, I had not been guilty.
Being 31 now, me, Craig Finch, had been working for the Fanshawe firm for three years as an articled clerk, and my new boss, Bertrand Fanshawe's son, Mr. Rory Fanshawe was a loser who didn't know how to deal with the law firm he had inherited and he blamed me for the ruin the firm was getting.
So, knowing that I was gonna be fired, I had the crazy idea of entering my boss' office and jack off looking at him, and this way telling him something that urged me to tell that dickhead and put him in his place.
Mr. Fanshawe was near forty, I think and obviously wasn't expecting me to enter his office and timidly asked me what it was that I wanted. But my response was quickly whipping my dick out, which was hard cause it wanted to humiliate that bastard, and started wanking before him.
-You have shit for brains, Rory -I didn't call him Mr. Fanshawe-, and in your stupid thoughts you have believed I was to blame for everything the company is going through these days but you're the one to blame, you dickhead. You have never known how to deal with the firm business, you're good for nothing.
I instantly saw that Mr. Fanshawe was blushing but also saw that unexpectedly he was getting a boner.
-Are you gay, Mr. Finch? -he asked me. Good, I only called him Rory, without the mister, and he was addressing me as Mr. Finch.
-I'm not gay. This is just a way to tell you what I think of you, you filthy loser. Were I gay, I could tell you that physically you are attractive, but that only means your body, you dickhead. Because you're total rubbish.
All that time he was increasingly redder but his boner, instead of diminishing, was higher and higher.
-So you're so hard, you dickhead, that I think you're enjoying this situation. I will certainly cum later here in your office and you'll behave like a good boy for you well know you have shit for brains, and will never take any legal measures against me, for you know you're an awful lawyer and I'd win the case.
-Maybe you're putting me in my place, Mr. Finch and maybe I'd have to think twice about firing you. I... I can admit now that maybe it's my fault and you're not guilty of anything.
-You're about to cream your pants, dickhead. So whip your cock out and masturbate here before me, looking at my dick being jerked off looking at you and insulting you, that's what you want.
He was acting that day like a mindless automaton but he certainly took his dick out and clearly started masturbating looking at my cock.
-Your father, Mr. Bertrand Fanshawe was a wonderful lawyer, but after his death you inherited this firm and you've always had a talent for destroying it. You know you've never done anything good for the firm. You're never been a worthy son of your father, you fucking loser. Don't cum before I cum. I can perfectly see that you like so much having somebody here telling you what you are that you're about to shoot the longest load of your life.
-I don't know what you're doing to me, Mr. Finch, but I will listen to you till you finish telling me whatever you want. Maybe it's true that I need to be put down.
-Good, dickhead, you'll end up thanking me for having given you the medicine that you need, that you know you need, but here I will finish -I said shooting a long torrent of jism onto the floor of my boss' office. I could see how Rory seemed to be just waiting for me to cum to be next and then I saw that filthy loser cumming too before me, his face contorted in a way that seemed to show that unconsciously he'd spent his entire life wanting somebody to humiliate him as I had just done.
-I... I want to thank you, Mr. Finch and I'm not gonna fire you. For whatever reason I've enjoyed what you've just done, sir, and I cannot understand myself for I've never been attracted to dicks, but you can return to your office for I won't fire you.
-Good Rory. I will only call you Rory or dickhead after now, never Mr. Fanshawe. But since you seemed to have enjoyed this first humiliation, I will repeat it and maybe every day after now, I'll enter your office and jerk myself off before you again.
-Good, and sir... maybe I know that what you've told me was true and I've never been good at this job that I inherited from my father. I'd like you to also teach me how to deal with the firm more properly.
-I know I'm not to blame for the last cases we've lost, Rory, but I'll try to be more conscientious after now, since I know that I can keep my job.
-Perfect and please do as you've just said and come into my office every day. I will never fire you for that. Keep on putting me in my place and also please help me too to be a good lawyer.
-That's a deal, Rory and this is all for today. See you tomorrow. You know now you want to have another chance to see my dick masturbating and cumming in your office. It's been a pleasure to tell you who you are. See you tomorrow, dickhead.
And just then I left Mr. Fanshawe's office. I had certainly enjoyed today and I still kept my job.
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