I sprint to my uncle's car

At work

"Damn man. You fuck me so bad today. The stupid nerds upstairs contracted some type of flu. They been upchucking endlessly. I been going back and forth and back and forth mopping up their shit. I'm taking my one hour break, so you can get a taste of your own medicine." My custodian friend walk away from me in a huff as he went to clock out in our small spaces office.

During the next hour, I spent my time cleaning the nasty disgusting and disheartening vomit from the upper floor right below the mountain top. The significant prosperous members right above discussing new ways of improving Internet speed and creating out of this world technology for oversea companies.

I get a call from the ceo of the company, telling me to come by. After washing off the puke from the ground I made my path back to Jackson Mercury office. I hope I weren't about see another intern with gooey cum drooping down her face again. I step into the elevator arriving promptly.

Jackson sat at the head of his desk. He stares at me when I took a seat that points directly at him. He grins while standing up. His midnight blue suit went well with his tailor pants, and he wore a golden bracelet with two indecipherable letters engraved.

"Welcome back to my office again. Oh wipe that grimace off of your profile. I only call you in to tell you, I can't hire you on, at the moment. But if you can last two more weeks, I shall be able to employ you under my best tech wizard. He will chisel and construct you into the promising profitable person I know you can become. So will you wait?"

...

Devin look at me. "So you telling me? That asshole who dick down the crazy whore you are dating. He pussy footing around and not trying to hire you. Fuck, that rough buddy. You're at the finishing line, practically on the verge of working your dream job. But you got tolerate whatever he says or he'll turn you into his personal janitor for the rest of your human existence. He may even buy your memory, for the Metaverse, to keep tidying for him."

"Dude your drunk. The position assumably isn't available right now. Jackson haven't actually declared anything about Monica. So pal, I'm just fine." I said.

Devin said. "Well what have you and your girlfriend been up too lately. No words about the evil temptress and your bed routine has slip from your mouth. You told me jack all about you and her."

I shook my head. "Nothing much. We chill for the majority of weekend. Nothing worthwhile to speak of."

Devin nod. "Well sure buddy. I wager that something did happen but you trying to be a little maiden and keep your secrets between you and your weirdo girlfriend." He pause sipping his beer then mutters. "You got to go to the bathroom?"

I look at him. My mind racing like ptsd thinking about the last time I went to the bathroom independently. The large heavy ding dong hog stared at me through the gloryhole. "Why? Are you going to come with me? What are we, some girls?"

He shook his head. "Nah you been throwing back the golden liquor of bad choices all night. I just thought your tiny bladder was about to explode, don't want that same thing to happen like at our high school prom."

I nod my head, remembering when I became drunk and piss in my rental tux at the prom who I went with was my ugly cow of a cousin from outta state. "Yeah but I kinda recall you spiking the punch and **** me to chugs down gallons of beer. But I guess I'll go. I do have to pee. You want to come." I jest with a small amount of hope he was going to come.

He shook his head. "Nah but I do believe in you tiger."

...

I sat staring at my locked cock. The sun color liquid spews and drips from the tiny hole. I watch it swam around the toilet bowl. I wiggled my caged cock letting the drips land on the seat as I try to finish as fast as I could. But as immediately as I flushed my time traveling same cock partner from last week poke his way through the hole.

"Damn faggot. It been three weeks, seem to be our anniversary. I think you should finally give my cock the head it so desperately desires." He pause before adding. "How the fuck did your ass get so enormous " I stood staring at my stalker massive cock as I knew I wanted to leave once more. But this time I couldn't. The beer making my head rushing like a mom hurrying to cook dinner and pick up the kids. The pills probably weren't suppose to mix with beer either as Monica text me earlier, reminding me to swallow one for the night. My heart beat hard as I stare at the lovely chunk of human art sticking through the hole. "Hey fucking loser get to sucking. Don't make me come over there and join you because I will use you like a toilet bowl. Piss all over your worthless faggot body."