Designated Bottom

This situation was so surreal. A week ago, I was a straight guy with an average libido, which honestly made me a rarity since the world had shifted. Most others over the past few years found themselves far more interested in the same sex, and nearly everyone experienced a huge uptick in their sex drive. I'd thought I was immune to these changes the world was going through, but apparently, I was just waiting for the second wave of them. The wave that made guys become dick-hungry fuck holes for the astounding amount of willing dudes out there.

They officially were known as designated bottoms. Designated by who? No one was sure. But they were also called sluts, dick pigs, fags. Whatever other degrading descriptor you can think of. I'd heard about them before, sure. But only recently had the phenomenon become personal. My best friend and roommate Art had a little brother, Patrick. And Patrick had experienced the transformation into a designated bottom. Poor Art learned the hard way when we walked in on our other best friend and roommate Clyde fucking Patrick's brains out. It was an adjustment for Art, but we all made it through. Clyde was now fucking Patrick on the regular (along with whatever other dudes Patrick ran into that day), but just when that whole debacle was feeling over, I woke up with the tell-tale signs that I too was now becoming a designated bottom.

Luckily it was early enough that I wasn't getting propositioned out in the open. Only two guys were able to tell (as is common with experienced tops). And that's how I found myself sucking my first dick before panicking and hiding out the rest of the weekend in my room. Part of me hoped beyond all reason and knowledge that this was a temporary craving that would pass. Unfortunately for me, the second guy to look into my eyes and see whatever it is those tops see that tells them when a guy is a designated bottom was my boss at work. And that is how I ended up on my back, on my boss' desk before anyone else came in, taking his huge cock up the ass, and begging him to cum inside me. He'd taken my cherry roughly, and I can't deny that it was the hottest sex I've ever had. He cleaned me up, stuck a plug in my hole to keep his load from leaking out, and told me that the key to getting more dick would be to follow his instructions.

Though he also alluded to the fact that the dick I would get following his instructions would not always be his directly. As much as I loved getting fucked, this was all new and scary and so far removed from everything I had experienced or wanted just a few days prior. I hoped he'd keep me his little secret for the time being. But he was not as concerned with my anxiety. If anything, I'm pretty sure he viewed breaking through these inhibitions to be a great service to me. After all, given there was no documented case of someone being a designated bottom and then returning to their previous tastes and libidos, I'm sure he knew as well as I that it was only a matter of time before all the guys in the office knew what I was, and wanted their turn.

That's how I found myself standing outside the single-stall bathroom on the third floor of the office building I worked at, about to meet with a stranger. A stranger that my boss had set me up to please. And he made it clear that this stranger would tell my boss how much I pleased him. I was glad to see that the third floor was rather quiet. I'd never been up here before, but I had heard this was the floor where the executive team sat. Which of course only compounded my fear. Though, no amount of fear appeared to matter because as scared as I was, I was also rock hard, and reaching for the handle.

This bathroom was not what I expected. It didn't have harsh fluorescent light. It was warmer, and a subtler mood. The floor was a beautiful shiny dark stone. There was even a plant in the corner next to the mirror and sink, and plenty of room between the sink and the toilet. This bathroom was meant to accommodate one occupant at a time but was roomy enough for more. And as it happens, there was someone already inside leaning on the sink.

He was tall and well over six feet. Taller than my boss. About the same age though. Somewhere in his mid-forties. Just like my boss, he was clearly big on working out. He was wearing a button-down shirt tucked into dark slacks, very nice shiny designer shoes, a dark tie, and was wearing a very expensive looking watch. His dark hair was slicked back, and he had some stubble, but that was clearly well taken care of. His eyes were this hazel color with brown flecks that seemed almost orange in the light of the bathroom. And as soon as I walked in, he smiled widely. A grin I now recognized as a top recognizing his next conquest.

"H-hello... my boss sent me up here to-"

"Lock the door behind you," his voice was like a low rumble. Calm, but sturdy. And I immediately wanted to melt. Without breaking eye contact I reached behind me to lock the door. He didn't move, just grabbed his crotch through his slacks. "Well?"

I knew what he wanted, and he didn't seem the type to like to give a lot of direction. We both knew I was here for one thing. Still my knees felt like jelly as I stepped over to him. He towered over me when I got close, and just stood there with his arms folded. He looked slightly amused. Waiting to see what I did next. My boss' warning about getting evaluated on my performance rang in my head. There was nothing I was less interested in than disappointing my boss, or this man in front of me. The last remnants of my straight ego still was trying to stop this. It was reminding me that this man was a complete stranger. I didn't even know his name. Sure, I sucked Will off after just meeting him, but we had something of a conversation first. And I knew my boss for a while. This was another new step. I came to a public restroom to meet a man who I knew nothing about and service him. Even still, I dropped to my knees.

My eyes stayed locked on his, and I felt my hand instinctively started reaching towards the bulge that was now in my eyeline. But hesitated before I did. "Can... can I...?"

"Can you what?" He stared me down. He was testing me for sure.

"Can I take out your cock... sir?" This earned me a smile.

"Go ahead..."

I reached towards his belt first, pulling it apart. I felt the heat of him from under his shirt and pants. Once his belt was open, I undid the button and zipper to his pants. I felt his bulge growing under my fingers as I slid down the zipper. Then I gently tugged on his waistband to pull his pants to his knees. He was wearing boxer briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, but the underwear and his shirt were in the way.

"Can... can I unbutton your shirt sir?" He nodded without dropping his smile, and I started unbuttoning from the bottom of his shirt. I could feel his abs through the shirt as I went higher and higher. Around his pecs is when it became to high for me to reach from my kneeling position, and he grabbed my hands, and lowered them back down to his underwear before undoing the last buttons of his shirt on his own, and loosening his tie so he could remove it.

My hands turned back towards the main event, and I slid my fingers between his skin and the waistband of his underwear before sliding them down too. My jaw went slack, opening a bit, and I could tell I was salivating watching each inch of this man's cock be revealed by the slide of his underwear. This man's dick wasn't as big as Jack's. It was about 7 inches, and uncut. It was already getting pretty hard as I reached up and grasped it in my hand. He let out a small moan which I took as encouragement to keep going. The head glistened with precum as the foreskin slid down his shaft. I pumped it a few times with my hands feeling it's weight. My mouth was drooling and I knew I wanted to taste it. This newfound gay side of mine pushing my straight fears aside.

"Start sucking, I don't have all day," he said staring down at me. And I didn't want to disappoint so I opened my mouth and began sliding it over his cock. It tasted salty, but clean. Within a few minutes I was bobbing up and down on it like a pro and stealing glances up at his face to see how he liked it. His expression did not give much indication, which started to worry me. The man licked his lips though, as though he was just getting his appetite wet. "Jack said you had a hot little mouth, and he's right. But I want to see how good your throat is," and he pulled me off his dick.

"Put your back against the wall, slut." I flipped around and did as he said. He guided my head so it was resting on the title right next to the sink, and then he kicked his shoes and pants off before lining his dick up to my mouth. He was going to face fuck me, and he was going to make sure I didn't have room to pull off his dick before he wanted me to. I took a deep breath as he pushed his dick past my lips. It slid deeper and deeper, and his trimmed pubes brushed up against my nose as he reached the base and the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. My air was completely cut off, and I felt the resistance of my throat to the head of his cock. I started sputtering and he did not move.

I felt my throat and mouth convulsing around his cock, but he didn't do anything. He just held me there. Each second passed in agony as I wondered if he was waiting for me to pass out. I felt slime and saliva filling the back of my mouth and spilling into my sinus cavity as I coughed. My eyes began watering like crazy. I tried looking up and could only see him staring down at me with those orange-brown flecks of color in his eyes. Spots started to form at the edges of my vision as I was sure he'd never let off. And then he pulled out, allowing me to cough and spit and slobber all over it. As my throat slime dripped down my chin. I got two or three ragged breaths in, and then he pushed forward again. I could feel it throb in my mouth, and the head pushing at the back of my throat. "You're almost there, slut..." he whispered to himself more than me.

Then he held it again. I can't be sure if this time he held it for longer, because I'm certain that it would have felt longer either way, but again I was sputtering and trying to remain calm as I came close to suffocation. Just as before, though, he pulled out right as I thought it was going too far, and I hacked up even more saliva. It came out of my nose, and my chin felt slick with these fluids. This time he waited for a few more breaths as tears streamed down my face. What I couldn't believe was just how turned on I was as this stranger controlled my breathing with his dick. And as my cock throbbed, I felt my hole clenching on the plug buried deeply inside. I was sure I was leaking precum like crazy, and even though it felt like it might be too much to handle, there was no way I was going to ask him to stop. This time he tilted my head up to look him in the eye and said, "This time it's going in your throat, slut. Prepare yourself," and before I could do or say anything, he thrust his hips forward, and his slimy dick slid along my tongue and pushed as deep in my throat as possible. He pressed his hole weight into it, and I felt like my head was being crushed between his abs and thighs, and the wall it was braced against. That's when I felt his head pop into my throat for real, and this sensation was even more alarming.

I began to squirm, and cough and sputter, and was sure that my body was trying to inhale the dick into my lungs if it could. Which, as it happens, it could not. His balls were rubbing all over my chin slick with spit and throat slime, and my eyes were wide but blurry with tears. He groaned this long deep sound, and it made my dick throb even stronger. He held it for the longest amount of time yet. And for a second my vision really did go dark entirely. Just in time for him to pull out and let me slump forward onto the floor panting heavily. He gave me a while to recover before he gripped the back of my shirt at the neckline and propped me back into place.

"Alright. Now I'm going to fuck your throat. Take it well, slut." It truly dawned on me that everything up until this moment was just prep work. He needed to make sure my throat had experienced taking his dick, and it was a good thing he did. Because once he slid his dick in my mouth this time, it was not going to leave without shooting a load down my throat. He started pumping away, getting his dick as deep as possible over and over again. It kept sliding into my throat, or pushing against the entrance, and every time I sputtered and coughed and spewed saliva and mucus. This went on for probably twenty minutes or so. I felt his balls as they slapped against my chin.

It was absurd. A few days ago, I was looking for pussy. And now, my throat was the pussy. Now I was coming to terms with the fact that nothing had ever gotten me as horny as being used by this man had. Well, nothing short of the huge dick I took up my ass earlier that very morning. It wasn't even noon, and here I was getting my throat invaded by a strange man who's name I didn't even know. It occurred to me that he must work for the same company as I do, and that is how he knew Jack. But any fears of having two hung dudes at work knowing I'm a recently turned designated bottom were being pounded away as this man smashed his pelvis in my face over and over. As his balls started slapping less and less, I knew they were drawing up to get ready to shoot their contents down my throat. And I felt elated at the thought of getting his load. It was like it was all I wanted. I had one load in my ass, and now I was going to swallow this one. Not even swallow. It would be deposited directly into my stomach. I pictured his dick going deeper and deeper in my esophagus. Lining my throat with his dick and my muscles spasming around it.

"Fuck I'm going to cum," he growled. And he thrust in as deep as he possibly could. The head slipping into my throat much more easily than it had before. It swelled as he shot one, two, three shots of jizz into my stomach. I found it incredibly hot, and yet still wished to taste his seed as this position did not allow for much of a taste. Luckily, he pulled back and continued to shoot. Two more shots on my tongue and I tasted the salty nectar. And finally he pulled out entirely and continued to shoot huge globs all over my face. One landed on my eyebrow, and another on my nose, and the rest dribbled out onto my already slick chin. He stood over me panting a bit. "Good job, slut. Jack was right about you... you are going to make a great office cumdump." I tensed a bit. As hot as this was, I was still very aware of what kind of change in office dynamic that would mean.

"I'm... I'm not sure-"

"You're not sure?" He laughed. "That's fucking funny, slut. Because I'm pretty sure I just pumped your stomach full of my seed... I mean fucking look at you," he laughed again, and lifted me up to stand. I was still a bit wobbly but as soon as I saw myself in the mirror I understood what he meant. I looked like a mess. My face was covered in spit, and cum. My hair was a sweaty mat. My shirt was soaked with saliva, much like it had been when I blew Will. "Look, slut. Look at you and tell me you aren't sure you are every bit the cum-hungry faggot I know you are."

I tried to say something, anything. No words came out. He just dicked my throat like all it was good for was taking dick and cum. And what's worse was my hardon was clearly tenting my pants.

"Jack said it was still the first couple of days and that you were still resisting... well at least internally," he chuckled again. We both knew I had put up no such resistance to him, and I still had the plug holding Jack's load in my hole. One I begged him to shoot inside me. "But Jack wants to keep this quiet... guess he wants to let you show your new self to your co-workers a bit later. So for now it is just him and I who know about your little conversion. But I'd say you definitely passed the test. I'll let Jack know." He pulled out his phone and took a picture of me in my mess before typing on it. My face immediately went red. "Jack likes the picture, slut. And he's glad you performed so admirably for me..."

I found myself still flush with embarrassment, but another tingle came over me. A feeling of doing a good job. A feeling of pleasing Jack, by pleasing... whoever this was. But a new problem presented itself. Now my clothes were obviously ruined from the throat reaming I just received. At least my shirt was.

"Alright, slut. I'm going to help you out since Jack asked me very nicely. Stay here. I'll knock when I come back and you can let me in." He stood up, redressed himself, and walked out the door without waiting for my reply. I quickly stood and locked the door behind him. I tried to clean up a bit in the sink and was able to wash off the spit and cum. And by the time I did, I heard a brief knock on the door and the voice of the man who had just used me say it was him. He opened the door as soon as he heard me unlatch it. And when he came in, he had another shirt and tie on a coat hanger.

"Here you go, slut. Don't say I never do anything for you. Get changed. You can leave your other ones with me. I'll get them cleaned. I need to take the big boss' stuff in anyway." The big boss? Did he mean the CEO? "Which means you'll have to find me to get your clothes back... and next time I'll want to try that little ass of yours too." He winked. And not only did I feel the embarrassment of knowing I'd let him fuck me, but also the embarrassment of feeling disappointed that he wouldn't do so now. Another way this entire thing had become a nightmare. Some sort of amazing, pleasurable, exhilarating nightmare.

I managed to croak out a thank you, though my voice was a bit raspy. That only made him laugh more. I gave him my slime and cum covered shirt and tie and put on the one he gave me. It was a bit bigger, but it was much better than going back to work in my other clothes which were bound to rouse suspicion. Then we went our separate ways. I had barely sat back down at my desk before I got another message from Jack.

"Come to my office." It was simple and direct, and I felt an anxious pit in my stomach as I read it. One that I knew was not going to overpower my desire to do as Jack said. I knocked on the door, and heard his voice reply, "Come." Something I'm sure he chuckled at himself knowing that was his goal of summoning me.

"H-hello sir."

"My friend says you performed very well. Sounds like he put you through the ringer. You did a good job, faggot." It disturbed me that his comment filled me with pride.

"Thank you, sir..." It felt almost instinctive.

"In fact, the picture he sent along with it has got me feeling all sorts of horned up..." He smiled at me.

"P-please, sir... Won't they hear?" I braced myself for him to say he doesn't care. After all, it was just as my mystery throat fucker said upstairs... it was only a matter of time before I was being passed around the entire office. Part of me worried it would make him mad by asking, but I'd blurted it out.

"Don't worry, faggot. I have an idea that will keep things discreet. At least for now... I'm going to take a long lunch today, and so are you... get your things." He stood up, and I got out of his way as he left the room and stopped over by the door to the staircase. I followed quickly behind, snatching up my things at my computer as I did. Victor noticed and made a confused face as I made to leave. I mumbled something about a special assignment and went to catch up with Jack. He went down the stairs and I followed him down two flights, and out to the parking garage. He walked over to a large black truck and motioned me to get into the passenger seat. It had nice leather seats and was very roomy. Jack said nothing as he started the engine and drove out of the garage. The windows were dark enough in daylight that I could tell they were tinted, even though it didn't obscure the view of the road.