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Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages.  Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy.  Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off.  I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims.  The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer.


I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications.  For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly.  Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING?  The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately.  NEXT!

 

Betty brought in another applicant.  Now this was someone I would totally prefer.  He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes.  “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door.

 

I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat.  First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation.  His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents.  Without looking at him I asked about his name.

 

“Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice.

 

I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered.  “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants.

 

He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize.  “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered.

 

“That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants.

 

“I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly.

 

Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans.

 

“Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly.

 

“Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked.

 

I looked at him sternly.

 

“Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit.

 

He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon.

 

“We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?”  Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair”

 

Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile.

 

“You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.”  and for the first time I smiled at him.

 

“It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed.

 

“That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked.

 

“Today, like now?” he asked?

 

“Is there a problem?”

 

“No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said.

 

Girlfriend… Nice!  It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot.  After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks.  As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it.  I went to a cupboard and opened it.

 

“Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt.  “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it.  He would look ridiculous.  I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely.

 

“So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.”

 

“Here?” he asked oblivious.

 

“Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered.

 

First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately.  I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully.  Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers.  He sighed that I was probably right.

 

He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks.  I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom.  Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants.  That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher.  Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass.

 

He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it.

 He turned around and tried to make a happy face.

 

“Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously.

 

“Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained.

 

In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’

 

“Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him.

 

“Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up”

 

“Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned.

 

“Now get do some squats.”

 

Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks.

 

I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks.

 

Shane yelped and tried to shy away.

 

“Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear.  We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?"

 

“Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer.

 

“It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.”

 

What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would.

 

Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also."

 

I couldn’t help but to agree.

 

“This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him.

 

Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton.

 

Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen.

His blouse looked more like a belly top.

 

“Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued.

 

“Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down.

 

I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’

 

“This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled.

 

“So? Are you ready for some action?

 

“Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance.

 

When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional.  I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do.  After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff.  Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding  

“He looks like a faggot!”

 

I agreed.

 

“You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied.

 

“You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink.

  

“Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.”

 

“Exactly” I said.

 

Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….

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The Trainee  (Part 2)

 

 

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Shane went to work and gave 100 %.  No matter what was asked of him, he seemed to be highly motivated and since he wanted to impression he smiled to everyone, trying to be polite and helpful.  Certainly his speed slowed down, whenever he had to pull up his pants or to pull down the blouse.  Every time he bent down to pick up something from a pallet, the cleft between his ass-cheeks became clearly visible.  Of course he received some rude comments, mostly from older women or mothers with children. Every time a female hissed the word ‘Pervert’ at him, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.  One woman asked him, why he was so scantily dressed, commenting she didn’t want to see his behind exposed to her or her two kids and thought it was also not appropriate for him to wear a women’s blouse.

 

Shane explained the store didn't have a uniform in his size, so the clothing he was wearing was the best that was available, but the ady didn’t accept his excuse and complained about Shane’s appearance at our service point.

 

I was called to the information desk and had a conversation with this woman.  Of course I apologized for those circumstances, because that’s my job – to be professional. But truth was: I did not care what she was thinking. We went further away from the service point, so my other employees wouldn’t hear me.

 

Shane was standing in quite a distance holding a cornflakes box in his hand, mashing it up involuntarily. He could see us, but was too far away to understand a word I was saying.

 

“We offered him a uniform, fitting his body measures, but he declined. But we are an open minded store in a liberate town, we do not interfere with our staff member’s ways to express their own lifestyle. Shane chose a daring way to dress himself, but he wears the required uniform, even if it is one or two sizes too small.

 

She didn’t look very happy about that answer, nagging about that her children would go blind, if they had to look one more time at this perverted guy.

 

“Well… Shane is a good worker and as long as he wears the uniform, even if it is too tight, we don’t mix up with his personal opinions about his sexual orientation or his intentions about exploring new aspects in his life… as Shania for example.”

 

She opened her eyes real wide and stormed right out of the store without saying another word.  Guess she thought her kids would turn deaf, if they’d have to listen to me for one more minute.

 

Shane looked like he was going to get fired in any second, when I walked up to him with a grim look on my face.  He let his head hang down, but I only grabbed him tight on his nape and told him, that he shouldn’t worry too much about it. He did nothing wrong and made an excellent job. I pinched his left nipple playfully through the soft fabric of his blouse and told him to move his ass for our customers.

 

There were those nagging housewives on one side, but on the other hand there were plenty of guys, who really enjoyed Shane’s effort.  Some observed him working hard from a safe distance. Others asked him for help because they couldn’t find certain things. Yeah – right! By the way, those things were somehow ALWAYS on the lowest shelves.  So he spent most of the time squatting down, searching for the stuff the customer’s requested.  Once he found an item he stayed in his crouched position and handed the stuff to the guy asking for it. He was looking up like a puppy in need for a treat, but strangely enough, most of the items were wrong and he had to keep looking for the right articles.  Sometimes he was held down by a resting hand on his head playing with his hair for example, while the guy would read the description on the back of the package, only to tell him he was looking for something else. This happened not forcefully. The males just wanted to prolong their horny games and get the chance to touch the twink for a couple of times.

 

Then I observed something interesting. Two guys worked together – filming the lad obviously.

 

While Shane crouched in front of a bulging guy, his friend was standing right behind Shane’s back and recorded the whole situation with his cell phone.  Shane’s exposed butt was clearly shown in the picture, and the guy in front of him, groped his cock through his pants very noticeable.

 

The boy lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He played with his junk also from time to time in public, but not when someone was clearly watching him.  He didn’t even realize, the second mate was recording the whole scenery.  It looked like an intro to a cheap porn movie.  Besides that, I couldn’t count how many times Shane bumped into other guys crotches with his face.  He simply turned his head and wanted to ask the guys something or hand the article to them and found his face smashed to some male’s genitalia - even if, of course, the man was wearing pants.  The strange thing for him was, the men never seemed to bother. They didn’t move back or say anything about it. They just stood there, making it totally uncomfortable for the boy to escape.  Although it was not his fault, he apologized with a shy smile. This made most guys go crazy. I could see it in their eyes. They wanted to fuck this faggot badly.  

 

After several hours of work, Shane was released to do his break.  In the break room he tried to do his best to socialize with other guys.

But the females just whispered at the other table and, shen Shane asked to take a seat the guys abruptly went back to work.  So Shane sat there all alone, staring out of the window, killing time until his break to be over.  Before going back to his work the boy went to the bathroom to take a piss and wash his hands.  Entering the bathroom, he saw two of the guys who had split the break room when Shane tried to introduce himself.

 

“Well, look who is here. Are you sure you chose the right toilet?” one of his associates said.

 

“Come on guys, don’t be like that. This is my first day….”

 

“Listen faggot. I don’t care about the store politics. I don’t care about political correctness… I just want to tell you – if you ever touch my ass, or look at me or make advances towards me… I will beat you to a pulp you fucking homo….” the other one growled.

 

“I am not a fag man, I have a girlfriend….” Shane tried to defend himself.

 

The guy with the nameplate ‘Jon’ gave him such a slap to his face, that he landed dazed between two urinals.

 

“Are you calling me a liar, faggot?” he asked agitated.

 

Both guys moved towards him and Shane tried to get up, but had no chance. Another slap hit his face.

 

“What is it faggot… you calling me a liar?” he repeated himself.

 

Both guys clenched their firsts and Shane was highly scared of being beaten up in this toilet.

 

“No…. no…. you are not a liar” the boy mumbled.

 

“So what…?” Jon growled.

 

“I… I am… a faggot” he whispered.

 

“You owe me 10 dollars Brian” Jon laughed loudly.

 

“I told you – he is a fucking homo and I don’t care what you heard about him before. Look at him, how he focuses his gaze at us, how he stares at our bulges – do you like what you see?”

 

Shane had no choice, since both guys towering above him, to notice the crotches in front of him.

 

“Why don’t you pay some respect to me and my buddy and let’s say – give us a kiss on our superior cock lumps.” Jon suggested to Shane and winked at Brian.

 

“It is okay… there is nothing wrong about it faggot. Just give each of us a quick kiss on our bulges and we are off to work. No harm done….” Jon grinned evilly.

 

Shane felt like he had no other choice. He was scared to death, to get his face beaten and so he straightened up a bit and gave a quick smooch to Jon’s covered dick and then in light speed he did the same thing to Brian’s bulge.

 

“Are you kidding me?” Jon snarled dangerously.

 

“You didn’t even hit my cock you low life…do it the right way or else….”

 

“I thought you queers are able to detect if a guy is carrying his cock to the left or to the right side – now… Go on… Continue…. check out my junk and if you got it right, give me a nice and friendly kiss on my cockhead…. HURRY UP NOW!” Jon slapped Shane lightly on his head.

 

Brian was satisfied obviously, because he stepped back a little bit, which gave Jon had more room now to expand himself in front of poor Shane.  The lad raised his shaking hands up to Jon’s crotch and started massaging the guy’s cock area.

 

“You know Brian, my dad once told me, faggots are quite good substitutes, if your girl is not around… they are quite good cock suckers.” Jon explained to his friend casually.

 

“Are you a good cock sucker boy?” he wanted to know.

 

“No… no” Shane looked up and shook his head.

 

“My dad told me, they are also drinking your piss if you need to relieve yourself. Hell – they even lick your asshole!” he exclaimed.

 

Shane sobbed softly while he made out Jon’s hardening cock.

 

“Yeah… you got it – no kiss my cockhead through my jeans. Show me how much you respect me! Lick over my pants before sucking my cock through the fabric.”

 

Shane tried to look for sympathy in Brian’s eyes but he could see no compassion.

 

And so he stuck out his tongue out and licked this totally stranger his jeans in the front.  He heard some clicking and saw Brian and Jon were both taking pictures on their cell phones.

 

“Do you want us to help you, do some practice on your cock sucking then…” Jon asked in a calm but threatening tone.

 

Shane looked up to both guys with begging eyes and whispered ‘Pleaaaaase’ softly, in order to make them stop.

 

“No need to beg faggot. I will spread the word around, that you are willing to give head for associates in need…..like the whore…. what was her fucking name again?” Jon looked at his pal.

 

“Mindy….” he replied.

 

“Yeah fuck… the whore was good in cock sucking, but she always refused to suck ass…. good that we have at least this opportunity now… right – faggot?” Jon asked more rhetorically.

 

“But aren’t you a fag also, if you give your cock to a faggot?” Brian asked his mate.

 

“Not if you are using him as a hole. If you don’t suck another guy or take cock up your ass, it is not a homo thing. This is just stress relief if a true cunt is not available.” Jon stated.

 

“Let’s go back to work Jon… we are already late” Brian suggested to his friend.

 

Jon stepped back a bit and gave Shane another hard slap to his face, to which Shane yelped out and held his hand against his cheek.

 

“Don’t fuck with me faggot. If you tell anyone about our little agreement, I promise – you will be sorry. Got that freak?” he asked sternly.

 

Shane couldn’t help but nod.  Once those bullies left the bathroom he started to cry.  He couldn’t continue working at this place. He was not safe here anymore.  In his mind the idea formed to find me and to tell me about him quitting the job. He didn’t want give any reasons. He would just quit and leave this place and he would be safe.

 

Once Shane walked back into the store another associate he never saw before passed him and pointed at him. Then he poked his tongue against the inner side of his right cheek, mimicking the international sign for ‘sucking cock’ and grabbed his bulge obscenely.

 

Rumors started to spread already. Shane was out of his mind because of his anxiety.

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