This is a tale of male on male action, non-consensual sex... if this sort of thing is not to your liking, don't read it... If you are intrigued, and/or into such things, please carry on. Also, bear in mind, this is not a story of actual events or people... It is mere fantasy.
It took place, this event that shook things up in my life, one late evening while at my night-shift job as security in one of the massive buildings at a local university.
**All characters are at least 18 years of age**
My job is generally very mundane... in fact, it's usually downright boring as hell, truth be told. I usually walk the expansive facility, checking doors and windows, making sure they're secure. I sometimes read an e-book on my iPad, but even that gets tiresome. The hours drag by, my mind wandering, hearing noises that are not even any reason for alarm, or weren't actually noises at all... I'll get up from my desk to go check them out and find absolutely nothing that could possibly have caused it. Then, out of sheer boredom, I walk the halls once again, checking and rechecking doors.
Sometimes my mind wanders, and I will create fantasies in my head about that young, hot female student I occasionally have seen during the day when I arrive to work prior to the students clearing out for the day... or about that gorgeous 30-something sweetheart of a teacher, Ms. Creighton, on the fifth floor... or even of that older, yet very sensual woman who teaches on the third floor... all fantasies, grant you, as none have even remotely suggested any form of interest on my behalf. I doubt they even realize that I exist... which is okay... I am really a very happily married man... it's just that the mind wanders for entertainment, but I physically wouldn't in actuality.
This was yet another of such endless evenings on the job... thinking of what I would be doing with any one of the previously mentioned women or countless other beautiful, sexy females that I have seen on campus.
I left my office to go on one of my walks, meandering around the six-story building, checking the exterior and interior doors, making sure all lights are off that should be, making equally sure that all nighttime lights that should be on for security are on. After my walkabout, I returned to my desk and stare bleary-eyed at the monitors, expecting exactly what I saw... nothing. I reached for my iPad to check my email... then, maybe I'd take a look at my Facebook page... whatever. As I reached over for the iPad, I swear I saw something on one of the security monitors...
I looked at a few of them, yet saw nothing. I shrugged and reached once again for the iPad, and saw it again, this time noting which particular monitor it was. I stared at one of the fifth monitors, and saw nothing... but, wait... the faintest motion. I blinked my eyes, thinking they were playing tricks on my bored-shitless mind. There it was again, right at the conference room doorway next to Ms. Creighton's office and classroom. The door to the conference room was open... it wasn't during my last rounds. I scanned the in-out roster on the computer, and verified that all faculty and staff had, in fact, left the building. There should be no one on the fifth floor, or any other floor for that matter.
Usual protocol was to call 911 and have the dispatcher send a cruiser over... being an unarmed security guard, it was for my own protection... just in case. But, in this situation, I figured maybe I had missed that door on my way around, failed to make sure it was latched... and the motion was simply the air conditioning had kicked on and off, and the door was moving with the air movement. I was a bit intimidated at the development, yet at the same time, welcoming some form of action to break up the monotony of the evening.
I watched the monitor for a few more minutes out of caution, and saw no more motion. I left my desk and proceeded to the elevator and once inside, pressed the button for the Science suite on the fifth floor. Elevators take so damned long, but it sure beat the hell out of walking up the flights of stairs that would take me to my destination.
Once the elevator reached the floor I needed, and the doors slid open, I listened intently for any noises, and then peered around the door and down the hall for any more sign of movement. There was none.