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A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 5

Of course, Mom wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. Fenton wasn’t sure why he’d imagined she would today - that had not been the case in the months before. 'Helicopter parents’ didn’t begin to describe the adult supervision he was constantly under.

Somehow that surreal interview was his excuse. Didn’t that give him at least a day’s respite? Granted, Mom didn’t know about that. Nor would she! Good god - if she had any idea what happened the previous day there would be lawsuits and then everyone would get to hear the story of how Fenton interviewed to be the office whore.

He wiped the drool from his face and set his glasses back on his face. They immediately lilted to one side. He’d needed new ones for a long time. But Dad had also been out of work for a long time. His own job hunting was not going any better.

The youth’s eyes rested on his laptop - the screen startled to life by his mucking about in the bed. One of the strange image he’d perused the night before remained on the monitor: a boy bound with his knees to his chest, a bouquet of lilies protruding from his butt.

Fenton blushed, squirmed and huffed before he finally shut the laptop and fell awkwardly out of bed, a pile of blankets, clothes and other loose objects marring his way.

It already felt like today was going to be a bad day…

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A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 4

Fenton was gobsmacked.

People found this erotic? It was strange and almost comical. Fenton was unable to laugh. The closeness of the previous day’s interview and the awkwardness that followed were still to fresh in his mind.

All the same, Fenton’s erection had not faded, much to his shame. The youth tried to tease himself off to the images he viewed. Pictures of people as human sushi trays, videos of strange rubber suits that immobilized the body. But he couldn’t overcome the rush of embarrassment.

This was not happening, he thought as he gazed down his abdomen at the twitching member between his legs. 

The youth closed his laptop and flopped into bed, exhausted from a strange day. Things could only get better tomorrow, he thought.

***

No alarm clock the next morning. There hadn’t been a need for alarms since the last day of high school in the spring. Consequently, Fenton always overslept, often in a puddle of drool, wrapped around a pillow.

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Fenton, from my ongoing story about his magical adventures in the land of human furniture. This time without clothing or accessories. The scandal. What will his mother say?
I can’t draw body hair to save my life. I’ve tried and tried again. It never...

Fenton, from my ongoing story about his magical adventures in the land of human furniture. This time without clothing or accessories. The scandal. What will his mother say?

I can’t draw body hair to save my life. I’ve tried and tried again. It never looks right when combined with my coloring style =/ He was going to have a little treasure trail but I gave up in frustration.

Ah well, smooth twinks are cute ;)

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A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 3

Some hours later Fenton found himself face down on his keyboard, startled awake by the error beeping noise that comes from pressing too many keys on a computer for too long. His face was imprinted with the keboard’s pattern and his back was sore from the awkward posture. Apparently he’d never gotten around to cleaning up his cum from getting off earlier, and his thighs and tummy were caked in dried seed.

Gross, he thought to himself and picked at it absently.

The video had been a smaller twink getting hammered into a bed by a larger and much more fit man. The boy whimpered and squealed and pawed at the bedding and the man’s chest. Fenton wasn’t really sure how much had been acting and how much was the fact that the boy really was getting fucked out of his little brain.

All the while Fenton slowly stroked himself under the desk. Lately the youth had taken to humping his chair as well, the pressure of the seat against him as served to arouse him more. By the end Fenton always ended up feeling like a whore or a perv. ‘Look at how little it took to get him panting like a slut.’

As the video reached its climax, the boy wailing and biting down on a mouthful of bedding while the bigger man pumped in and out of him like a fleshlight, Fenton sucked in a long draw of breath. His own climaxes always left him with a sheen of sweat, quick panting breaths, and his limbs all aquiver.

Fenton whimpered a deep, needy moan before relieving himself. All the stress of the day before seem to liquefy as he got off. It was an intensely good feeling and Fenton slumped back in his chair, his arms limp by his sides as his cock slowly went soft once more.

But that had been hours ago. Startled awake as he was, it took a moment for Fenton to register the hardon twitching between his legs once more. The libido of a teenager, he thought. I’m lucky I don’t get friction burns.

His text bar blinked for a moment onscreen while he pondered what to get off to. But then curiosity and drowsiness overrode his better judgement and Fenton typed the words “human furniture” into the search box.

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A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 2

There was no real way to explain things to Mom. It made him blush to think about it, let alone say it. The tall, suited man eyeing him like a piece of meat. The abrupt way in which he told Fenton to undress, to bare all to a perfect stranger.

Fenton didn’t even get down to more than his boxers and an undershirt for gym at school. His mom hadn’t seen him naked since the days in which he tied a blanket around his neck and marched around the neighborhood as the 5-year-old king of everything. It wasn’t that he was unpleasant to look at. It just made him turn red from his ears to his shoulders with shame.

So Fenton quietly climbed the stairs after making some half-assed story about the office really being interested in a girl for the position. That got Mom fuming a lot more than he wanted. The interview would come up again, he knew it.

In his room he shed all of his interview attire, trying to take off the dirty feeling with it. The fact that he was now naked was not lost on him. But he felt a little better and the youth settled down in front of his computer to while away the evening, trying to void his mind the best way he knew how.

Porn.

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A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 1

His legs were still quaking when he closed the door to his house a bus-ride later. Fenton leaned against his, breathing heavily. Sweat had soaked through his shirt and vest, his lower lips quivered nervously.

“Fent? Is that you?” Mom called from somewhere deeper in the house. “How did the interview go? Dad wanted me to call as soon as you got back.”

Was this serious? What the hell went on in that office? Did he mistakenly apply for a meetup or something equally unseemly? Artists were weird, he knew that much, but Fenton expected some propriety.

He had is dignity after all. There would be other jobs. He could do better.

Fenton tried to convince himself of those words, pressed against the door. He tried to ignore the fact that this was the first interview he’d received in almost four months of searching since graduation. Desperation was not a word he wanted to contemplate.

“I… I don’t think I was a good fit for the job.” He shouted back to Mom finally. Sluggishly he worked at the knot of his bow tie and started to undo his shirt, pulling the fabric from his sweat slicked skin.

There would be other jobs, he said to his bare stomach.

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A Desk Job - Chapter 1, Part 5

Obviously Fenton did not hear what he thought he’d just heard. Though, try as he might, he could not come up with any other phrase that he might have misheard.

“I… beg your pardon?” He gulped. Unconsciously he cupped his hands in front of his crotch as though to cover himself.

“Your clothes. Take them off.” The words were slow and deliberately spoken. The man’s face betrayed no emotion. He spoke matter-of-factually, as though talking to a young child.

Fenton took a step away, edging towards the door. “I think there has been some kind of mistake. I was looking … er … applying for the front desk position.”

“Indeed. And a front desk needs to meet certain physical standards.”

“I don’t understand.” Another step towards the door.

“Obviously. You are the desk. Furniture. In return, $60,000 a year, benefits, insurance, vacation, and other perks. Our offices are private and I have … certain proclivities that I enjoy.”

A knot formed in Fenton’s throat. This was nonsense! Who’d ever heard of a person as furniture? Was this really a design office or some kind of sick sex parlor? 

The man smiled as Fenton’s obvious confusion played out across his face.

“I … there … this is not what I thought I was interviewing for. I’m so sorry. Please excuse me.”

The youth turned and fled the building, his legs shaking and barely able to carry him home.

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A Desk Job - Chapter 1, Part 4

This man was stiff and impersonal, it kept Fenton’s nerves at an all time high. He had not even been asked any difficult questions yet and this was already proving to be the toughest interview.

Was he in good shape? Fenton squirmed at the question, his hands visibly playing with the hem of his vest. What did that have to do with anything? It was a desk job, not lifting freight, right?

“I … don’t really do sports or anything like that.” The boy started. Shit. Wrong answer. Have to come up with something better. “But… I try to stay active..”

It wasn’t necessarily true. Fenton took the stairs when he could, but that was the extent of his workout. He was lean with youth but still possessed a little tummy pudge from hours of Reddit, TV, and xBox.

The man paced around him like a stalking predator, his eyes making Fenton flush with embarrassment and nerves. When did the real interview questions start? Why was he feeling like a slab of meat right now?

“Strip down.”

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The young mister Fenton Brenton from the “A Desk Job” story that I’ve been writing and posting on tumblr today. The picture came out absolutely perfect.
I know they’re hipster glasses - fuck you. They look adorable on him XD
Also, he’s supposed to be...

The young mister Fenton Brenton from the “A Desk Job” story that I’ve been writing and posting on tumblr today. The picture came out absolutely perfect.

I know they’re hipster glasses - fuck you. They look adorable on him XD

Also, he’s supposed to be wearing a tie, but the bow-tie was demanded by my muse. So I’ll just retcon that and pretend like it was intentional. Bow-tie plus two-tone shirt and vest equals win for me.

I’d give him a job ;)

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