Punished By My Gay Boss

By Alex Andreas

Charlies supposed to be climbing the corporate ladder... So how does he end up bent over a desk?

This is a full length erotic office romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Salacious Stories
• Release date: Mar 27, 2023

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Punished By My Gay Boss

Alex Andreas

Chapter One

The main floor of the newspaper buzzed outside the office Charlie sat in, and he looked longingly at his desk out amid the chaos. His editor’s voice droned away in front of him, Charlie! Are you listening? Caroline leaned over him and snapped her fingers impatiently in front of his face. He shook his head. What? Sorry, yes Caroline, he mumbled, even though his head was a million miles away, and shuffled the papers on his lap. She rubbed her forehead, sighing in exasperation. Did you hear a thing I just said? she asked, her face a cynical mask. He could not believe he had put up with her for as long as he had, but he had a plan and needed to stick it out.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders, I did. You want me to find my way into Moon International Technologies. I am supposed to dig up everything I can about Patrick Longford. You think there’s buried dirt on him, and you need an insider, someone close to him, to find it. He breathed out a huge blast of air in relief when she nodded and turned her back on him. It seems your brain does function some days. Well, get out of my office junior. The applications for an internship at Moon have been emailed to your computer.

He stalked out of her office, the noise blissfully hitting his eardrums as he opened the glass door and entered the madness. As he sat down at his computer he felt his chair dip backward, and Andrew from the cubicle next door practically flung him to the floor. Hey, Charlie-boy, done getting your balls busted by boss-lady? he guffawed. Charlie’s arms wind-milled wildly while he tried to right his chair as he yelled, Stop dicking around and grow up, you arse! She’s sending me to snoop around at some tech firm, Moon, to dig up dirt on the founder, CEO, boss, whatever he’s called, some Patrick something-or-other. Andrew let go of his chair suddenly and stood back, and the chair righted on its gas-springs. Moon, as in, Moon International Technologies? he said as he stared at Charlie wide-eyed.

When Charlie nodded, Andrew’s face paled. Um, good luck my friend. I have to get back to work. Nice knowing you, by the way. The man vanished off into the maelstrom, leaving Charlie staring after him totally confused. He opened up his email and clicked print on the internship application, then flipped it over out of the printer tray, and began filling it in. It was a bit strange to him that the form asked sexual orientation and marital status-related questions, along with specifics regarding appearance, clothing sizes, etc. What did that have to do with IT? There was a whole section on appearance and physical habits, gym, etc. In fact, he started feeling tingles of unease run up and down his spine.

He faxed the form to the firm, a fax-to-email number, and then walked on shaky legs to the cramped office kitchen to make coffee. The cheap instant swill sat poorly on his palate, but he gulped it down anyway, trying to calm his nerves. He felt as though he was being thrown to the sharks, being sent to work at a high tech firm like Moon, especially judging by Andrew’s reaction after hearing the company’s name. What was up with that?

Charlie was a fan of gaming. PlayStation, X-Box and PC Based were all favourites. He had played around with computer programming in high-school, and loved gadgets, trying to keep up with the latest of what was on the market, so he didn’t feel that he’d be too out of his depth. He just hated change. He’d been at the paper for three years, and felt safe there, even though he hated the people he worked with most days, because it seemed no one had any ambition to get anywhere.

It was where he had come straight after graduating high-school, and he planned on staying on there until he finished his degree in investigative journalism to move to a more prominent paper. The security suited him, and he knew they’d never fire him. He had the best skills in that office, both investigative, and writing. He wanted to be a world-famous reporter one day. He just had to figure out the path of how to get there.

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He received the call to come for an interview two days after he’d sent in his form, and it came straight from the head of Moon’s Human Resources department, a man called Maxwell Smart. Mr. Atkins, our CEO and founder, Mr. Patrick Longford was suitably impressed with the information contained in your application, and would like to schedule an interview. Would tomorrow suit you? At nine AM? Charlie immediately agreed, knowing he would not need Caroline’s permission for anything pertaining to this. Yes. Thank you. I’ll be there at nine! His hands shook with nerves as he shut his cellular though, and he fumbled so badly that he dropped it. Dammit! This was the first time he’d been given such a huge, potentially risky, and important assignment by her, and he refused to screw anything up.

What’s up Charlie? Caroline asked, as she happened to walk past his desk. He spun his chair around to face her. I’m in at Moon. Their HR department called to schedule an interview for tomorrow morning at nine, he smiled. She placed a hand on her pushed-out hip and grinned at him, Well done! I hoped you’d hear from them soon… Her voice was a forced kind of husky, the pretend-sexy of mutton dressed as lamb. He slowly turned back to his PC, shuddering, and shook his head. The woman thought she was hot. She was close to fifty, not that age mattered. In fact, he knew a few older women that still gave him a hard on, but she was overweight and had bad skin covered in age spots that she tried to hide under layers of foundation, especially the wrinkly cleavage she so gratuitously displayed daily.

The overall effect was terrible. Too much time spent in the sun, probably too much drinking, and certainly an unhealthy diet, had taken its toll. He shivered. Ugh! Beyond that, her mean attitude killed him. Nobody liked her. If she’d had a nice personality, one might have overlooked the physical flaws.

His interview fell on a Thursday, and it took Charlie an hour to find something suitable to wear. His theory was that tech-companies were generally very modern and their employees free-thinking individuals these days. He chose a well-cut button down shirt over a white T-Shirt, and a new-ish pair of Levi’s jeans. His black shoes shone, also new, and he gelled his hair up, a bit spiky, but still a bit too long and floppy. He shrugged. Nothing he could do about that now. He thought he looked funky and hip, without looking too much like a hipster.

He printed out a copy of his resume’ and slipped it into a folder, then grabbed his brown leather messenger bag and slipped the paperwork inside. In the car he listened to Nirvana, singing along to Come as You Are. By the time he pulled into the parking lot at Moon, he felt significantly more confident, and walked into the foyer of the huge