Office B*itch 3 - The Exposure

The room seemed to shrink around Alex, the bosses' chairs forming a semicircle of judgment. He stood there in his black boxer briefs, the fabric taut against his skin, every ridge and curve of his athletic build on shameless display. His heart pounded, a chaotic mix of fear and confusion swirling in his chest. What the hell was happening?

This wasn't him—he didn't want any of this. But his body... it was reacting in ways that didn't make sense, a warmth building where it shouldn't.

Elliot's eyes met his, steady and unyielding. "You've confessed your professional sins," he said, his voice low, laced with amusement. "Now it's time for the personal ones. Pull them down, Alex. Slowly. Show us what you've been hiding."

Alex's fingers trembled as they hooked into the waistband. Why were his hands moving? He hesitated, staring at the floor, mind racing. The bosses remained seated, lounging with predatory ease—legs spread, arms relaxed, not a single one rising to assist or intervene. They were content to watch, to command from afar, letting his own hands do the work of his undoing.

"Do it," Marcus snapped, his casual tone sharpening. "Or we can make this worse."

With a shaky breath, Alex tugged downward, inch by inch, the elastic dragging over his hips, revealing the trimmed dark hair at the base. The briefs caught briefly on something—oh god, why was he half-hard already?—then slipped free, pooling at his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, now completely naked in the executive suite. His cock hung heavy, thickening against his will, the betrayal making his stomach twist.

Theo let out a soft laugh, but stayed put. "Look at that. Already perking up. Can't hide it, can you?"

"Spread your legs," Julian added, voice even. "Shoulder-width. Hands at your sides. No covering."

Alex's mind screamed no, but his feet slid apart on the cool floor, exposing himself further. The position made him feel obscenely vulnerable, his balls hanging low, his shaft twitching in the open air despite the knot of denial in his gut. This wasn't turning him on. It couldn't be.

"Now," Elliot continued, "tell us about it. Describe what's happening to you. In detail. And don't lie—we can see for ourselves."

Alex's throat tightened. He stared at the floor again, words failing him. Confusion flooded his thoughts—why was his body doing this? He didn't want their eyes on him, didn't want the heat pooling between his legs. "I... I don't know. It's not... I'm not—"

"Try again," Caleb interjected, his smirk evident even without looking up. "Be specific. What's that cock of yours doing? Why's it like that?"

Alex forced his gaze to meet theirs, cheeks burning. "It's... getting harder. I don't want it to, but it is. Feels... weird. Tight. Like I can't control it." He paused, trying to downplay it, but his voice cracked. A bead of precum appeared at the tip, undeniable evidence.

"Bend over slightly," Theo commanded. "Hands on your knees. Ass out a bit. And keep talking. Admit what's really going on."

Alex bent forward, the pose thrusting his rear outward, his cock bobbing with the movement. The air kissed his most intimate areas, sending an unwanted shiver through him. "I... this is humiliating. My body's reacting, but I hate it. I'm not into this. It's just... happening. Leaking a little, I guess. But that's not me."

The words felt forced, pulled out against his will, each one stoking the confusion. His arousal grew anyway, full and straining now, curved upward toward his abs. The bosses watched, impassive yet intent, their silence pressing him harder.

Julian nodded, but it wasn't approval—it was expectation. "Good start. Now turn around. Show us the back. And describe that too. Honestly this time."

Alex pivoted slowly, facing away, still bent slightly. "My ass... it's just there. Exposed. I feel stupid like this. Skin's tingling, but I don't know why. My... my cock's pulsing, even though I don't want any of this." He bit back the rest, not wanting to give them more.

"Face us again," Elliot said, drawing it out. "Spread wider. And beg us to let you touch it. Tell us why your body's betraying you like this."

Alex turned back, legs parting further, his erection on full, humiliating display. He hesitated, mind whirling in denial.

"Please... I don't—I mean, let me touch it? No, I don't want to. But... it's aching. I deserve... fuck, I don't know. Because I stole, I guess? My body's being an idiot, getting hard when it shouldn't. Just make it stop."

The bosses exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and hunger, but still, they didn't budge from their seats.

"Not convincing," Elliot replied. "Dig deeper. Make us believe you're starting to understand."