Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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My small cock was always a source of embarrassment of course was noticed and pointed out many times.
It all made me feel submissive and humiliated. But, somehow I loved it. I actually liked being the subject of ridicule and humiliation.
That made me feel submission to guys with superior cock. Once in college I had a cock sucking experience that I found very exciting.
I lost a game of strip poker to my roommate at college and ended up sucking his cock. I lost many times over the semester and sucked him many times. The next semester he transferred. And that stopped that. But I wasn't queer so, I didn't pursue anything with anyone else. I was always excited and jerked off many times thinking about cock.
I found myself thinking of cock over and over.
All that lead to this experience.
About 30 years ago I was working in the automotive supply business, which had many up and down cycles all the time. Get a job, work a few years until the next dip down and ride it out and then lots of jobs available.
Well this time I had ended up in a spring manufacturing company. The manager told me of my secure future.
The general manager told me, "We want you to go out and generate business that isn't dependent on the auto companies."
"Then the next downturn, we'll be able to continue and not have to lay off people."
Well it sounded good. I was assigned to work out of the special order department. Between sales calls I was to help with special orders and catch up on old, cost accounting job paper work. When I wasn't out getting new accounts.
As part of my introduction around the company, I was to visit all the departments. Meet the supervisors and see how they formed the workflow.
The first day all went well. Seemed like pretty good group of men. On the second day, just after noon I went to the office of the general plant manager of production. A man named Bill Wallace, or as I would know him; Mister Wallace, or Sir. A man about 55, tall, thin, waive steely gray hair, and nice thin mustache.
As I went into his office, he was seated at his desk. There were a couple of straight back chars next to the wall. The chairs were set so it would feel uncomfortable to sit in one. Whoever sat in one would have to sit a little bit hunched over and twist to talk to someone at the desk. I took, a chair and moved it out about 3 feet from the wall, and started to sit down in it,
Then Mr. Wallace said, "Don't pull it out from the wall."
Then for some reason, instead of just laughing it off, I pushed the chair back, and sat in it, and said what was to seal my fate.
"Sorry Sir"
Sir?
Where did that come from? But that gave him the upper hand which he seized! I could see a smile come across his face. OR maybe it was a sneer. It felt very uncomfortable, sitting so upright, having to bend to see him.
"Yes! Right! Call me Sir. For you, That fits."
I kind of felt like a fool, but, then my submissive feelings started to grab me, I felt submissive to this man. And my cock jumped! He asked me a few questions about my experience, then started asking some personal questions. Was I married, was I sexually active, do I go out at night looking for partners? For some reason, I answered them, and felt a hot sensation in my gut, and my cock was getting hard. "Ok, your dismissed. I want you to report back here tonight at 5:00."
An odd time, we only worked until 4:30. So hanging around longer would be a little weird. . I got up and tried to walk so my hard on wouldn't be noticeable.
As the day ended, I sat at my desk, pushing some papers around. 5:00 I knocked on Mr. Wallace's door. I could see him inside but he made no sign for me to enter. I waited, 5 minutes, 10 minutes,15 minutes. I felt like a fool, standing there waiting. Then, he waved me in. "Lock the door, and pull the shade down. I want privacy."
