Another Outing

At 5 minutes before 8 am I entered Eric's office. I was just going to go down on my knees when Eric stopped me.

"No kneeling today, Rob. Master's orders. Take a chair instead."

"Thank you Eric." I said, and sat myself down to await my fate.

At precisely 8am the intercom buzzer sounded. The Master's voice filled the small office.

"Send Rob in Eric."

"Yes Sir." Eric replied.

I didn't need to be told. I got up and made my way into the Master's office. I entered, closed the door and just stood there waiting for my orders.

The Master and Henry were both sitting at his desk working on something.

Without looking up he called to me.

"Come on over and pull up a chair Rob."

I went to the wall and grabbed a chair and pushed it over to the front of the desk and sat down.

"Going to put you back into the computer programming business Rob." the Master said looking up at me and smiling.

"I'll bet your happy to hear that?"

"If it pleases you Sir, then yes it makes me very happy, Sir." I replied.

"Here take this project outline and read it very carefully. You are going to be the senior programer and the manager for this project. At 10 am we will be going downtown to meet with some of the folks that will be working for and with you. Make sure you are well versed on all the requirements." he said as he handed me a manila folder.

"Yes Sir." I said.

I opened the folder and found a 60 page outline for the project. I settled back in the chair and began to read. Before I reached the end of the first paragraph I realized I was going to need a pen to make notes.

"Excuse me Sir, but could I have a pen to make notes, Sir." I asked.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Here you go." he said tossing me a ball point.

So for the next two hours I read, reread and read again the outline. I had filled the margins with notes. Circled appropriate bits and pieces that I would need when discussing the thing. By the time he said it was time to go I felt very confident I could hold my own in any discussion about the project.

We left the mansion immediately. This time I was permitted to sit in one of the fold down seats. As we drove along, the Master asked for my thoughts on the project and asked me questions. I answered to the best of my ability and it seemed he was satisfied.

Then he explained that I was to be prepared to give a 30 minute briefing on why the corporation should undertake and complete this project. The entire board of directors of his corporation would be there as well as all the people that would work on the project. I would have to do it with out notes, standing on a stage.

That threw me a bit, but once the initial shock wore off I felt I would be able to handle it ok. After all, I had walked around this city half naked and won the dick dance in front of 600 or more demented fags, how hard could it be to deliver a simple address to some business men.

Our destination, as it turned out was the S&H Computer building. My heart skipped a beat, would I get to see Rich, I wondered. Oh I suddenly felt so warm inside.

We went up to the 4th floor. There was a large conference room and it was full of young men. A large conference table filled the centre of the room and the Master made straight for the head of that table. He sat down and indicated I was to sit beside him.

Everyone scrambled for their seats. The Master brought the meeting to order. It was an open discussion about the project and the various responsiblilites for the different phases. He made it clear to one and all that I was to be the overall manager for the project.

At 12 noon the Master adjourned the meeting and everyone headed up to the 5th floor for lunch. Just before we got up to follow the others, the Master told me I would be making my presentation at 1:30.

Lunch went well, I was treated just the same as everyone else present. I sat at the same table as the Master and Henry. I hadn't seen Rich and so figured he was not part of this project.

After lunch we went back to the 4th floor. Instead of the conference room we entered a large auditorium. It was much like a small theatre. The Master said we would wait at the back until everyone was seated.

I was feeling really good about the whole thing. It had all gone so well. No embarrassements, no centre shots, he just treated me like all the other guys. How could I have misjudged him, I wondered.

"Rob we will be going down soon. Henry and I will be in the front row. You will go right up onto the stage, the mic is already set up. Remember, you are the expert, you are the project manager. Convince my board to accept this project." he said to me with confidence.

"Yes Sir, I will do my very best, Sir." I replied, but was scared shitless.

Finally everyone was seated and we started down the isle into the theatre. Heads all turned to watch our progress, I was very nervous. There had to be 2 to 3 hundred people in attendance. It was my job to convince them the project was a good one. Sweat began to break out on my brow.

When we reached the first row, the Master and Henry took their seats and I walked up to the stairs that would take me onto the stage, all alone. I took a deep breath and climbed the stairs. The mic, which was up front and stage centre seemed a long, long ways away. As I walked out onto the stage the audience gave a polite applause.

"Mr Scott, Honourable members of the board, distinguished guests, gentlemen." I began, hoping I had included everyone.

The sweat was pouring off my brow now and some dripped into my eye, I brought my hand up and brushed it away.

"I have been." I began but was interupted by the Master.

"Excuse me Rob, but it is awfully warm in here. It must be really unbearable under those lights, I think it would be a good idea if you removed your shirt."

Oh damn, he isn't. He wouldn't. He is going to make me strip while I give this speech. I knew it was too good to be true, I just knew it. My dick knew it too and began to rise. In no time at all it would be showing through the slacks.

"Ah.yes Sir." I said, pulling my shirt up and over my head.

There was no where to put it so I just let it drop to the floor.

"Ah I think you will feel much cooler now." he said in that fatherly voice I hated.

So up on the stage in front of all these business people I tried to begin again. I was now visibly nervous. I could feel my knees shaking.

"I have been given the honour." I started my delivery.

I had been talking steadily for about 10 minutes. My shaking had stopped and my dick had settled down. I was really into it, it seemed that I had the audience hanging on to every word. Then the Master decided to play another of his games.

"Ah. excuse me Rob," he called out. "Sorry to interupt, but I am worried about you. Look at the sweat pouring off your body. It must be terribly hot up there under those lights. I think you should remove you pants Rob. The air circulating around your legs will help cool you down."

Tears filled my eyes instantly. My legs began to shake again and my dick rose right up and saluted him. The moment I pulled down those pants and these guys saw those undies, nothing I said would convince then this project was worth while.

The Master was looking at me with his steel black eyes and I knew it was take off the pants or I would be suffering a lot of pain later tonight.

I undid the belt, pulled down the fly and undid the waist button. I pushed the pants right down. The audience did not react right away, I think maybe they were all stunned by the fact the project manager was wearing silk kissy lip panties. Then the laughter began. It was uproarious. Wolf whistles and jeers followed.

I went red, thought I was going to throw up. It took all my will power to hold back the gorge creeping up my throat. My dick, however was in seventh heaven. It had pushed out and made a nice tent in the front of the panties. I slipped the pants off from around my ankles and placed them neatly on top of the shirt.

Almost in a trance I walked back to the mic. I had to do some quick thinking to try and remember where I had been in my talk. I thought what the hell, this project would never be approved. It was never intended to be approved. This was one great big setup to get me on this stage wearing these fucking panties. What could I do? It was what the Master wanted and what the Master wanted the Master got.

I started in again from where I thought I had left off. I felt rediculous. My dick was throbbing and bouncing inside the panties. The tent was moving around and must have made me look a real fool.

Precum had saturated the front of the panties and was oozing through. It had started drippin off the panties and I could hear a lot of snickering in the audience. Fuck'em I thought to myself and went on with my talk. That was easier said then done. I was still red and shaking.

".corportation would only benefit. Thank you." and my talk was finished.

The Master stood up and started clapping his hands and shouting bravo, bravo. The rest of the audience followed his lead and soon everyone was standing and shouting bravo, bravo.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Should I pick up my clothes and walk off to the wings and get dressed. That is what I wanted to do, but I had to wait for the Master. What did he want me to do. It would seem from the way things were going that he wanted me to stay right where I was, so that's what I did.

The audience finally settled down and everyone took their seats. The Master made his way to the stairs and up onto the stage. He walked over towards me and stopped when he was at the mic.

"You know Rob, you really are one sorry piece of shit." he spit out while looking at me.

"You just can't keep your cock under control can you?"

"No Sir." I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks again.

"No matter where I take you, you end up with your cock bouncing around in public. Always showing it off. Well I think you have teased all these nice people enough. Why don't you remove those rediculous panties and let us see your little wiener."

Tears rolling down my cheeks, sweat pouring off me, my dick throbbing, I put my thumbes inside the briefs and slid them down. My dick popped out at once and a long, silver string of precum went sailing across the stage.

Once they were off, I dropped them beside my pants. I stood there naked except for my loafers and silk socks. Waiting for the next humiliation. It wasn't long in coming. The Master was speaking to the audience, can you guess about what?

"Rob loves to suck cock, if I permitted it he would have a cock in his mouth every minute of the day and night. He can't control his need to suck and be fucked up the ass. Why, he loves to suck so much, that he trained himself to suck his own dick. Yes you heard right, Rob can suck his own cock. Rob, give these nice people a demonstration. But Rob, don't cum."

Unable to do anything else I obeyed. I lay down on the stage with my head towards the audience. I lifted my legs up and over my head bringing my cock down to my mouth. I licked the precum off first, then took the head in and pushed the whole thing down my throat until my balls hit my nose.

I then began a slow fuck of my own face. A cheer went up from the crowd. I guess they had never seen anyone take his own cock all the way down. It felt so good I just tuned them all out and enjoyed it.

The Master gave me a hard slap on the ass. I yelped, spitting my dick out.

"See what I mean, he loves cock so much, once he has one in his mouth he doesn't want to let it go. I don't know what the hell I am going to do with him." he looked at me and shook his head.

I felt so humiliated, so small, I just wanted to curl up and die.

"Well gentlemen let's hear a big round of applause for our project manager." he said and began the clapping.