Jim's Punishment

Jim walked into the bathroom in the office and let out a deep breath, bracing his hands on the sink. He couldn't believe what Dwight had done to him, touching him like that in front of everybody. He was humiliated and had been completely defenseless to him groping him.

The worst part of it was that it had stirred something in him and given him a tent in his pants. Between the groping and the embarassment of such a public display, he was ashamed that he was turned on by it.

He heard the door open and cursed himself for not locking it as Dwight came in with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Well, well, well. It looks like you do have feelings for Cathy after all, Jim. Wait until I tell Pam about this."

Dwight turned to walk out but Jim grabbed his arm, jerking him back. "Dwight, come on! Don't tell Pam. Seriously, I mean it. Enough is enough, man."

Dwight's smirk widened and he shrugged his shoulders. "It will cost you a lot for me not to tell Pam about this, Jim." His eyes went to Jim's pants and saw the bulge. "A lot," he repeated.

"Fine. I'll do anything you want," Jim said, and then added, "for a week."

"A week? A very tempting thought." His eyes were still glued on the bulge in Jim's pants. Tentatively, he reached his hand out and wrapped it around the large bulge and began to pump it over the fabric of Jim's slacks.

Jim freaked out. "What are you doing, Dwight?!"

Dwight reached behind him and locked the door. "Nothing, Jim. Nothing at all."

"Dwight, stop," Jim pleaded, feeling that hand pumping his hard cock over his pants. It was making him feel things he never thought he would, especially not by another man jerking him off.

Dwight started pumping his hand faster, sensing Jim's excitement.

"Please, Dwight. Stop. Oh," Jim moaned out, starting to lose the battle between his groin and head. Treacherous organ won out, as Dwight continued jerking him off, that large hand going all the way to the head of his cock and then back down faster and harder.

Dwight continued pumping that thick meat over Jim's pants, and to Jim's delight, started stroking him even harder as he heard Jim's breath getting ragged and harsh.

Jim was breathing hard as he felt his orgasm approaching, Dwight's non-stop movements on his cock becoming too much for him. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Then cum Jim," Dwight urged, his hand pumping hard and quick, over and over again along Jim's throbbing cock.

"Fuck!" Jim cried out, as he felt the first burst of sperm shoot out of his cock and into his pants as he came hard. As much as he wanted to prolong the feeling, the suddenness of the pleasure was too much for him and he released a torrent of semen against his slacks as his balls emptied from Dwight's ministrations.

Only when Jim's breathing calmed down, did Dwight remove his hand from Jim's shrinking cock. "I can see the humiliation in your eyes, Jim. You said you'd do anything for me all week. Meet me here in the bathroom every day at this time for a week and I'll make you cum over and over again. Don't deny that you liked the feel of my hand stroking your hard cock, Jim. You came from it, didn't you?"

Dwight saw the shame in Jim's eyes and it was enough to satisfy him that he was embarassing his arch enemy in such a humiliating way. "Don't worry, Jim. Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell Pam a thing."

With that, he got up and left the bathroom, leaving Jim feeling alone and ashamed of himself and his behavior. And Jim knew it was only going to get worse tomorrow when Dwight did this to him again. But somehow, somewhere, in the dark recesses of his mind, he was looking forward to it.