David woke up early that morning. He had a hard dick guiding his way to the bathroom for his morning piss. He didn't want to jerk off this morning. He wanted to have it all day and then release it at the gym, maybe even while he was lifting, but for sure in the sauna. David showered and got ready for the day. Eating breakfast, packing the gym bag and putting on his new clothes. He smiled as his put on the perfectly fitting shirt and zipped up his pants; thinking about how the salesman from last night took care of him. Then he went to the office.

David arrived right on time and began getting to the tasks for they day. When he would get up to go retrieve something, or get some water he got many compliments from his co-workers about how good he was looking, or the nice new clothes.

One of his trips away from the cubicle, he ran into Mike.

"David," stammered Mike, "I need you to stop by the office after lunch, say around 2 PM."

"Sure," smiled David. "Is there something that I should be aware of, or need to be prepared for?"

"No, just a new district manager is here and he wants to interview and meet some of the workers."

"Not a problem at all Mike," stated David. "I will be there at 2."

The rest of the morning came and went without much distraction. David's cubicle seemed to be a stopping ground for a lot of the office to just chat and talk with other people. He had gone from being an outcast, kind of, to the nucleus of the office socialization. Many people were talking around his desk, but David just stayed focused and worked on his projects, with the occasional interjection. Lunchtime came and David took his food outside. He had been packing his own lunches the past several days, since he began working out, because he was eating so much more food and wanted to make sure he wasn't just eating crap. He was outside enjoying his break and several other people stopped by to say hello and how nice he was looking. This all made David feel cockier and bolder. He just smiled and thanked them. He went back to work and waited for 2 PM to roll around, then headed into Mike's office.

"Shut the door please, David," said Mike to him uncomfortably. "David this is Tim Sears, our new district manager."

"Nice to meet you," said David extending his hand to shake Tim's.

"Thank you very much for taking the time to come in here," smiled a very confident Tim, taking David's hand. "Please sit down, I would like to talk to you about your time here with the company."

David sat down and noticed that he was a bit odorous from his time outside in the sun. He just smiled to himself, thinking that this would be an interesting meeting inside a closed room. A room that was warmer than usual. David thought that this was a crappy old school trick to make the person who was called into the office more uncomfortable and prone to sweating. This was going to backfire.

"David," began Tim, " I took some time when I joined the company to look over the people in my districts records. You've been with this company for many years and haven't really moved up the ladder in a way that was originally thought you might. It's not that you have done bad, or sub par work in any way. It is just by looking over you education, notes from your entrance interview and your first few evaluations, you never went the extra stride to show leadership skills."

David just listened as Tim was speaking, locking his eyes with his, but watching Mike get more and more uncomfortable with the heat in the room. David was also beginning to smell his scent seep into the room.

"Mike has told me that there has been some changes over the past week," continued Tim. "He says that your work productivity is up, which as I said was never a problem. However, he says that you have a new attitude toward yourself and have been going to the gym. He says that people in the office seem to be drawn to you and they are interested in this new you."

David let a smile of embarrassment appear on his face and glanced to the floor. As his eyes came back to meet with Tim's, he noticed the sweat forming on Mike's forehead and Mike adjusting himself under the desk. Looking back at Tim, he read that Tim was suddenly unsettled too.

"So, David," Tim said clearing his throat. "We would like to talk to you about your future here with us. You seem to have a new focus in your life and we would like to see if we can use that new found part of you to help not only company, but yourself."

"Well," David said, bringing his hands up to place them on top of his head, making sure that his freshly sweated pits got some air. "I am very interested in what you are looking for me to do."

By now, Mike was undoing his tie and wiping his forehead. Tim was clearly at a loss for words. The stench of David's sweat was beginning to penetrate them.

"We are looking for some people to start a new style of management track," said Tim, reaching for a bottle of water and taking a drink before continuing. "It is a slower track, to make sure that these people, who most have been with us for sometime can do the lower management jobs we need. In this time of cost cutting we need to have people who are at least familiar with the work, can train the new people in the lower positions and will be flexible in their hours and locations. I know that you are recently divorced, so you fit that profile very well. You would be going to a different office and starting your training there."

David smiled and shook his head. He took his hands off his head and crossed his arms.

"What you are saying," glared David, "if I may read your subtext is: You are going to be moved out of the work force. You are going to be made a manager. If you do not succeed, we can fire you. It is much easier that way to dismiss you."

Tim glanced at Mike as if Mike had let something slip, but quickly caught himself and returned his focus to David. That focus was being altered by David's smell and how he inflected his words.

"David, that is a risk of being a manager, but you would control that risk," stated Tim.

"Well gentlemen," started David, speaking quietly so they would have to focus on his words, "I do not feel that this is a position I wish to put myself in currently. Being recently divorced, I have some bills that I need to take care of and I need to take care of myself. I am sure that taking this managerial track would hinder my progress to get my life on track. The constant income as a worker, while not great, is better than the thought of being without work at this time. So, I will decline at this juncture."

Tim shot a shocked glance to Mike. He took a moment to construct his next sentence.

"Well, David," searched Tim, "we will have to see what happens on your next performance evaluation."

"That will be fine Tim," smiled David, "considering mine was just last month, so my next one is five months away. That is unless you decide that there is something of an emergency one needed."

By this time, every one in the room was sweating. The scent of Tim's and Mike's bodies were overtaking their deodorants and cologne and David could smell that change. However, David's body odor just swirled in the room and he enjoyed smelling himself.

Mike stammered, "We will see about that David. Right now, we would like you to at least reconsider your statement about becoming a manager. I think it would be a good move for you."

"Thank you Mike," David stated. "I am will do that. Perhaps we can talk about it tomorrow?"

"That would be fine David," stuttered Mike. "Thank you for coming in and please leave the door open as you leave."

David stood up and shook Tim's hand and then Mike's hand. His hands were good and sweaty, so the men had his scent directly on them now. Smiling David left the office and headed to the washroom, to at least cool down a bit and wash his face. The body wasn't going to get washed, so it would be an interesting afternoon at work.

As the cool water was running in the sink, the door to the washroom opened and David watched as Tim tentatively entered the room. The door closed behind them in the small, four urinals and two stalls washroom. Tim walked to the only other sink, next to David. David watched as Tim began to wash his hands and wet his face.

"I guess the AC went in Mike's office," chirped David. "Never good to meet people that way."

"Yes, yes, it was kind of uncomfortable in there after awhile," said Tim sheepishly.

"Well, I am sure that will be fixed by the next time we have to meet," grinned David.

"I hope so," replied Tim, trying not to look at David.

David had dried his hands and was heading to the door of the washroom. He stopped as he was reaching for the handle and noticed the deadbolt on the door. David smiled, locked the door and turned around.

"Look Tim," David began, as he walked toward him. "I know that you were brought on like any manager these days to trim away dead wood. I understand that. I just wish you would see that I am not dead wood."

By this time David was standing next to Tim, who had dried his hand and face and was still clutching the paper towels, like a security blanket.

"I know you aren't deadwood," whispered Tim.

"Good. I am glad you know that," smiled David. "I am going through a rough time right now, so I would really appreciate it if you just let things be while I work things through. Could you do that for me?"

"I could do a lot of things for you," replied Tim, almost trance like.

"Really? What could you do for me Tim?"

"What do you need me to do?"

David smiled. Sweat was begging to bead up again not only on him, but he could see it on Tim's forehead. Mike may have been his dream prey, but Tim was here and a bigger fish to take.

"Down on your knees," growled David.

Tim went to his knees, never taking his eyes off of David. David unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his jock and placed the growing tool in front of Tim's face. Tim looked up at David, almost as if he was pleading with him. David just snarled at him and that made Tim open his mouth and take the cock into his throat. David let out a grunt and smiled. It didn't matter if he came down Tim's throat right now. Tim had been broken and the alpha male in David grew more in control of everything. David began bucking harder and hard in Tim, but Tim couldn't take his full rod. This made David frustrated.

"Stand up pig," said David, through clenched teeth.

"I am sorry. I have never done that before, so I can't take it," whimpered Tim.

"I figured," smirked David, "that's why you are going to give me your ass."

Tim was in shock, but without thinking he dropped his pants and boxers and bent over the sink. His hairy ass was suddenly exposed and he was whimpering.

"Good boy," growled David. "Don't worry. I know this is new for you, but I will be gentle... at first."

David started rubbing his cock up and down Tim's furry crack. It was thin, fine hair, which tickled David's cock to a precuming sheen. The precum was dancing around Tim's hole that was starting to pucker open and closed, without Tim thinking about it, begging to accept David's cock. David positioned the head of his cock right on Tim's spastic hole. He then applied just enough force that the head was locked in line with the hole. There was only one-way to go now, in.

"Open up for me boy," smiled David. "You know you want to make me happy."

Tim suddenly whimpered and submitted to David. His hole flexed open and David's cock started to slide in to his ass. David gasped because he felt more precum spray out his cock as he entered. Lubing the virgin ass with his juices and it plunged all the way to the base. David just held it there as Tim shook and began to cry.

"Don't worry boy," cooed David, "it is going to feel amazing here real soon."

With those words, David slowly began working his did back and forth inside Tim's chute. More and more precum was being produced, so there was no friction what so ever; just the feel of Tim's ass muscles contracting and expanding to help drive David deeper into the desire of fucking.

"Look up into the mirror boy," commanded David. "Look at yourself getting fucked by me. Tell me that I am the one who is control here and tell yourself that you like having me in control and fucking you."

Tim stammered, his voice shaking with each movement of David's cock, "You are in charge here Sir. I love being controlled and fucked by you Sir."

"Good boy," smiled David.

David then pushed is cock all the way into Tim and released a load of cum. The moment it entered Tim's system, Tim responded with a gasp as his own cock released juices. The funny thing was is that Tim's cock was pointing down, forced by the ledge of the sink, so it sprayed all over Tim's pants and boxers.

David carefully pulled his cock out of Tim's ass. Holding onto it, so not to stain his pants with any cum or shit. He reached up and grabbed some paper towels and cleaned himself off. Then took some more, wetted them and cleaned off another time. Once he was satisfied, he returned his tool into his jock and then his pants. Looking in the mirror, David looked fine, but he could see that he had completely sweated through his shirt. He needed to leave the office and change.

"Tim," David said, looking down at the man who still hadn't moved, "I don't think I should stay at work in this condition. I am done with my work for today, so I am just going to head out early to the gym. Is that OK with you?"

Tim, still in shock could barely reply, "What ever you need to do Sir."

"You should probably clean yourself up now and maybe go home yourself," offered David.

"Yes Sir."

David slapped Tim on the back and headed to the door of the washroom. He unlocked the door and thankfully saw no one waiting for it, or passing by the area. He stepped out, walked to his desk, signed off on the computer, grabbed his gym bag and headed out of the office. David had wanted to fuck in the sauna tonight at the gym, but taking Tim in the washroom was even better.

The biggest problem was that David's scent was so strong after sex that it stopped work in the office area for about 15 minutes after he left the building. No one could figure out what it was they had smelt and why it turned them on so much. Several people had a long sex session after they go home from work.

Tim had finally been able to get up and move. He did manage to clean himself up a bit. However, the cum on his pants was not going to be hidden. He made sure he had his car keys and left the building. He called Mike from his cell phone and let him know he had an emergency and would pick up his stuff tomorrow morning, before the workers got there. He went home that night and dreamed of muscle men filling his ass with cum.