Chapter 1: Introduction
The day I met Mark Miller, my life became unhinged. I was just an introverted college freshman when I stumbled upon a flyer announcing job openings in a little-known company that called itself Myster Inc. It seemed like the perfect chance for me to step out of my comfort zone and make some much-needed money during my time as a student.
I remember sitting in the waiting room, surrounded by minimalist decorations and bright lights. "Mr. Miller will see you now," the receptionist called out. I smiled awkwardly and entered the office, where Mark was waiting for me.
His charisma was overwhelming. The first thing I noticed was his curly red hair that framed his piercing blue eyes, which managed to captivate and unnerve me simultaneously.
Mark stood up and shook my hand warmly. "Welcome to Myster Inc., Devin," he said, smiling gently. "Have a seat. Tell me about yourself."
I sat across from him. "Well, I'm a freshman in college, so this would be a great opportunity. I, uh..." My mouth grew dry. "Sorry, I forgot what I was saying..." I mumbled. I felt myself get rock-hard in my pants. I bunched my legs together and bit my lip, trying to fight off this strange and sudden sensation.
"Devin? Are you alright?" Mark asked.
"Y-yes, sir," I lied. "I just... ooh, fuck..." I threw my head back and moaned. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Miller, I don't know what's happening... I just... I need to CUM!" I wailed. I pulled my cock out of my pants and started jerking off furiously.
Mark stared at me in shock. "Devin?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I sobbed, continuing to jerk off in front of him. "I don't know what's happening, Mr. Miller..." I gasped, sweat dripping down my forehead as I desperately tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure tearing through my body. But it was useless. I felt the tension in my balls intensify, and every muscle in my body tensed up as I came harder than I ever had before. Thick ropes of cum splattered across Mark's desk, hitting the polished wood with a satisfying splat.
My vision began to blur as I continued to ejaculate, my muscles spasming with pleasure. I reached under my shirt and pinched my nipple, squealing in a mixture of arousal, confusion, and fear.
A little part of me knew I should have been ashamed, but at that moment, my body refused to listen to reason. I kept moaning and jerking off, my left hand playing with my nipples and the other one tugging relentlessly at my throbbing cock.
Mark remained silent, his face frozen as he stared at my cock, which was still spurting out strands of cum onto his sleek wooden desk. The mess gave off a sharp, musky scent that filled the room.
I looked down at my cock, still hard and throbbing with desire. Pre-cum dripped from its swollen head, twirling elegantly onto the puddle.
Mark cleared his throat, finally regaining his composure. "Devin," he said, in a stern but curious tone. "Let's get back to the interview, yeah? After what just happened, it's the least we can do." I hesitated before putting my cock away and nodding my head. I tried to ignore the ache that lingered between my legs as I straightened out my posture.