And so, the day of the staff Christmas party arrived. After a busy morning of trying to get work finished by midday so the party could start as soon as possible, by 2pm most people were ready to consign their PC's to redundancy until after the Yuletide break. As the official start time of festivities was 5pm (oh really.....?), those who had little to do had disappeared for long liquid lunches in the pub in the basement of our building, or sat around the office sending each other stupid e-mails.
The marketing department was not exactly a hive of activity, but busier than some sections. We had our full quota of eight staff in, plus Mike who was the graphic designer and a department in his own right, as it was the last full day of work. Phil our manager had bought us each a Christmas card and a silly trinket-type present. There were, by his own tradition, either useless or ridiculous or both. Paul looked remarkably cute in his woolly ski-hat with teddy bears on; and he told me I did in mine. Phil made quite a grand apology for buying us matching hats, saying he'd thought the patterns were different, though the smile on his face to us both reflected the fact that he knew we were now going out together, a fact known to all our section and to other discreet colleagues.
"You two look positively deadly in those hats!" laughed Molly, Phil's deputy, "I'd run away in fits of laughter if you came towards me on the ski-slopes!"
This was a typical comment, but Paul and I were in too good a mood to get stroppy. Apart from anything else, the departure of Mr "Monster Spanker" Merrick had been announced, due to ill health. It was only a few days since he'd punished me and Paul, and to say the least, our backsides were still delicate. Paul and I intended to spend the whole of the next day together, then spend Christmas with our respective families, before escaping on Boxing Day. Now Mike wouldn't get the punishment he wanted from Merrick, and we had neglected him due to lack of time and privacy, poor lad. We'd make it up to him.
Once it got underway, the office party was really quite enjoyable. Party music, party food and plenty of party drink, plus people doing typical Christmas Office Party Rituals. Somebody spiked Mr Merrick's drinks so much he was asleep after two hours; Greg, quite quickly drunk, tried to kiss every person he could under his wilting piece of mistletoe, and had to be forcibly prevented from photocopying his privates ("at least he wouldn't have needed to use the enlarger" was Paul's comment).
Greg was innocent enough, as was much of the high-jinx. However, there was once person there who quickly behaved to form. Anthony Hall was a snotty, egotistical little _s_h_i_t_, in the opinions of his male colleagues. The women felt he was a snotty, egotistical, lecherous little _s_h_i_t_, as he often passed unsubtle innuendo-strewn comments about them, and would squeeze his bulky body between them, blatantly humping against their bottoms - or worse, with whatever served as a groin beneath his beer-belly.
"It's good to have plenty of weight behind a big engine, love, hah hah!" was his usual comment to explain this. You may vomit now if you wish, dear reader.
Anthony with alcohol was a recipe for disaster. Some of the lads were rowdy it's true, but he was awful. Paul and I mingled and circulated freely, but every time we met up, he would slop-slop over and start making conversation with us, conversation we did not want as it was littered with references to Anthony's _s_e_x_ual prowess (with what, hamsters?) and our _s_e_x_uality. Polite and not so polite requests for him to shut up/ go away/ jump out a window falling on deaf ears, Paul finally managed to get himself and me out of the main office where the party was, and into our own section, in its own little wing of the building, now in darkness save for street-lamps and a fire-escape sign.
"Peace at last!" he exclaimed, kissing me on the cheek, "You okay?"
"I'll be fine. It's just that I was getting very close to punching somebody in there." I replied
"I could see you getting upset. I was half expecting Anthony to announce to the whole office that we were _f_u_c_k_ing each other or something."
"I'm not ready for that sort of announcement yet Paul."
"Nor me mate!" and he hugged me, "I was terrified Phil wouldn't really approve, but apparently he has a brother who is gay. Once Merrick has gone things will get better, you'll see."
"I hope so. I need this job! I don't want to leave it...." I looked into Paul's eyes, "I think I need you too Paul."
"Feeling's mutual!" and thus our lips met. We held each other close, and I forgot the racket from the party, the headache it had given me, and Anthony bloody Hall. All too obviously so did Paul, because I felt that certain hardness in his trousers, rising to match my own.
The moment broke as we heard the door to this part of the building open. Music and human voices wafted through.
"Yoo-hoo, loverboys want some<< It was Anthony. We exchanged
horror-struck glances and then dived under a spare desk, masked from
view by a tall cupboard used for hanging coats in. I would have held
my breath had it not been squashed out of me by Paul holding onto me
and burying his face in my jacket. "Come out come out wherever
you are!"<< This guy was gross..... I
was silently praying he would give up, but I could hear him staggering
about in the dark, swearing each time he banged into a piece of
furniture. Anyway, if he didn't go soon, I would be crushed to death
by my lover's terrified bear-hug. The teddy-bear hat was quite apt I
suppose. Anthony was coming closer. I could see his legs properly
now, until I buried my face in the carpet. Then I heard the door open.
"There you are Anthony!" exclaimed a voice. It was Christine, one
of the secretaries from another section. She was undeniably pretty,
with a curvaceous figure and chestnut brown hair, and long legs,
tonight being shown off in a pretty _c_o_c_k_tail dress. "Hello
darlin'!" belched Anthony in his charmless way "I've been looking
for you!" added Christine. (To avoid? I asked myself) "I've been
< Paul's head sprang up in
indignation, as had my own. Christine and Anthony were next to Phil's
desk, though from our hiding place we could only see them from
waist-level downwards. "Leave them alone, they're in love
sweetie...." said Christine "Christine is pissed, she
must be....." said Paul down my ear in the lowest of
whispers "Just wanted....to give them some
mistletoe....." "Well, I want to give you
something." said Christine, "Close your eyes." "What, okay
love...." and he did so, rubbing his groin at the same
time (that we did see). Christine then proceeded to blindfold
Anthony. "What ya doin'?" he asked "I'm going to give you a
special Christmas present from me....." the door very
subtly opened, as if on cue, and two more pairs of footsteps
approached, "....and a few other people!" "Wha....?" mumbled Anthony. Christine pressed him to sit
down on the desk. "Relax, we'll look after you!" she said, and
pushed him onto his back so he was spread over the desktop as much as
possible. A desk light was switched on, illuminating the proceedings a
bit better. The two new arrivals hadn't spoken. One was in
trousers but both were, by their shoes, female. The one in trousers
pushed Anthony's legs apart and then rubbed his crotch packet. "Let's see that big engine of yours!" she said. It was Gina, from
purchasing. There was the unbuckling of Anthony's belt and then the
low sound of a zip being lowered. Pushed past his hips, gravity
carried them down his chubby white thighs. He was wearing a pair of
tired Calvin Klein briefs, once white and now greying (and with a
yellow stain on the pouch). Anthony's shirt covered gut hung over the
top. The Calvins were then taken down, and the three girls women
giggled. "Not much there is there?" said Gina "And after all
his bragging too!" said Christine "We must record this for
posterity!" said the third girl - Molly no less, her Irish lilt
unmistakable. There was a flash and a whirr as a Polaroid camera went
off. Three times it went off. "Now let's turn you over!" said
Gina. She briefly moved and Paul and me got a fleeting glimpse of the
wretched four inches of penis, now shrunken from their arousal, lost
in a mass of black pubic hair between Anthony's legs. His behind
did not look any more appealing, two fat white mounds with red lines
top and bottom from where the elastic of his underpants had strained
around the flesh. Gina gave him a first slap. Anthony yelped and tried
to get up. "Keep him steady Chris." ordered Gina, who picked up a
ruler. Almost out of view I could see Molly with a hairbrush. "What
are you doing.....?" asked Anthony "Giving you your
Christmas present. From the girls in the office." Said Gina "If
not the whole office!" said Chris, "Including I should think the 'two
queers' as you called them!" "Too right!" whispered Paul. Our
interest in these proceedings now truly aroused, I noticed Paul slowly
becoming so too! "Let us commence!" said Molly. It was a
swift, brutal but very measured punishment, with Chris holding the
moaning Anthony still while Molly and Gina took turns to spank the
office creep with their tools of correction. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP,
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP........ At some point I think the blindfold was
turned into a gag, because Anthony's squeals became much less
audible. This coincided with the music outside getting louder, and the
beating grew heavier as a result. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP,
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP..... What
had once been the pale, white flesh of Anthony's ass was now striped
by the ruler and bruised by the hairbrush; the stripes were raising
welts and one or two of the bruises were scarlet from the brush
bristles badly grazing the tender skin. After my recent spanking, I
had a momentary pang of sympathy for those buttocks, but not for their
owner. After a good five minutes, probably more, the girls
stopped. "A job well done ladies. Record this too Molly." said
Gina. More Polaroid's were taken and then I heard three pairs of
footsteps depart "Merry Christmas Anthony!" they called back. No
reply came, for Anthony was still attempting to undo the gag from his
mouth. Paul and I stayed where we were, watching the sorry spectacle
of Anthony get up and slowly, painfully, bend over and pull his pants
up over his bloodied ass. He then waddled out of the room very, very
slowly, and looking very, very sorry for himself. Paul and I then
got up from underneath the desk and straightened our clothes. "Time to be going I think." said Paul. "Yes, I don't want you
making a mess in your shorts. That's Mike's trick!" "Cheeky imp!"
Paul laughed. To his total surprise I then knelt in front of him,
unzipped his beige pleatfronts and deep-throated him until his cum, a
minute or two later, bathed my tonsils. What else could he do, but
reciprocate and as I released my jism, and pumped a salvo of creamy
jets into Paul's loving mouth, I found my headache gone. "Now we
really must be going!" said Paul. He went into the cupboard and passed
out our overcoats. It was a bitterly cold night and already frost was
already glistening on the roadway outside. Coats on and bags collected
we went to the door to say our farewells. "One-two-three!" I
said. We dived into the room, both wearing our Christmas presents, and
were met by cheerful greetings from those able to speak. We said
goodbye to those people we could find, including Mike and Greg, who
were sat side by side with their arms around each other, quite the
worst for wear for lager. Anthony, humiliated and sore, was
nowhere to be seen. As we made for the foyer, Gina caught my arm.
"I hope you enjoyed the show before." she said, with a polite and
knowing smile "How.....?" asked Paul. "Molly saw
you both go in, and not come out." explained Chris from behind
Gina. "At first we thought our plans were ruined, but you saved me
from having to lure the sleazeball in there!" "It's quite cosy
under that desk isn't it?" asked Gina "How do you know?" I asked
"Ask Mike about last Christmas's party!" she answered, "Now you
two teddy bears go home. There'll be no problems from Mr Hall again,
we've seen to that." "Thanks girls. Merry Christmas!" said
Paul. I added my own best wishes. Kisses and hugs for everybody, then
we eventually left. "We look ridiculous." said Paul, seeing our
reflections in a plate glass window of a department store en route to
the car park. It was quite late and the roads were quiet, so we took a
risk and held hands, through gloves. "Not as ridiculous as
Anthony did." I replied "True." As we got to Paul's car, he kissed
me full on the lips "Happy Christmas!" he said with a grin,
sending white clouds from his breath "The same to you matey!" As we drove to my house, Paul mused " What did Mike and Gina get up to
last year....." We would have to ask him......
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