Fired
In one second, my brain was attacked by all the information I’ve ever learnt about faggots at once. What happens now? Where do I even begin? I checked the letter again. All the fag poses, I have to learn them all by heart. How do the other faggots handle this? How do they prepare? Very little is known about faggots. The state teaches us about them; their anatomy and mentality. How they differ from real men. How they are drawn to cocks and have a natural drive to submit. But is that true? I try to remember how I’ve acted around men before. Yes, they make me nervous. Yes, they smell good and I guess ill admit I’m attracted to their nonchalant behavior surrounding intimate things. Yes, I sit to pee…
Fuck, these thoughts have given me quite an awkward boner. I touch my cock through my sweatpants. The letter had called it a dicklet. What I have the state no longer views as a cock. Its a dicklet, and will forever be referred to as a dicklet. By the state, the doctors office, even by me. My boner is raging hard now, probably from the adrenaline. A standard-issue steel dicklet cage. That’s what’s waiting for me on Friday.
I carefully place the letter on the table and walk to the bathroom. I watch myself in the full body mirror. Faggot. I undress, every last piece of clothing. As I feel more and more exposed in the mirror my body shivers, my pulse rising. Now I’m completely stripped, standing alert. I look at my dicklet. Its hard from the new word. I turn around and bend slightly to look at my fag cunt. I have to admit the adrenaline is getting to me.
Last night I slept naked. Im not too sure about the rules surrounding sleep from now on but a fair guess is we won’t be clothed. I notice my dicklet is hard under the covers. I let my hand travel down, however, I don’t jerk it as I usually do in the morning. Instead I push my stiff dicklet between my thighs. I don’t know why, but dabbling in refusing myself feels…good? I can’t deny that all this is sort of bizarrely thrilling. I won’t quit my job today. I want to get some more work done before, I don’t enjoy leaving things unfinished, that’s not who I am. Shit, and ill admit, I’m scared. The way Rob fired Harlan didnt necessarily help my nerves.
Things feel normal enough at work. Aside from feeling like I’m walking around with a billboard on my forehead. Since the whole building had been affected by the fag-post the workload had intensified. This resulted in people not having that much time to talk or even care about the letters anymore. The gossip is always fun, but its always more intense in the beginning.
Rob called me into his office around lunchtime.
”I need a few papers looked at, Everest. Did you Finnish the last batch?” He said without looking at me from his desk.
”Yes, sir. I finished them this morning” I answered.
”Go fetch” he said focused on his screen.
Fuck. I know he has a dog, so that probably wasn’t necessarily aimed in a fag way, but those words sent a tingle through my ass. I hurried to my desk and got the papers. When I got back to his office there was somebody already in there. The new guy I didnt know. The one in IT. He looked stressed. I stopped at the door looking unsure at my boss. Rob waved me in, looking tired but focused as usual.
”Close the door behind you, Everest.”
I obeyed and stood silently.
”Go on, Laim”
Liam was trembling. He held a scrunched paper in his hand. The paper looked damp from his sweaty hands. He looked absolutely terrified about me being there.
”Its okay” Rob said in a pleasant but stern tone signaling that its futile to resist.
Liam read out loud from the paper quivering:
”I, Liam Gamon, has officially been classified as a faggot by the state…”
I stared at the poor guy, hypnotized yet again. Am I really witnessing this first hand? Rob looked calmly at the boy who seemed to be shrinking in front of him.
”…and must resign effective immediately to start training” Liam breathed out heavily.
Rob stands up and walks towards Liam. He towers over the scared individual. He looks down into his eyes. I feel as if this is something I shouldn’t be witnessing, but I can’t seem to look away. He puts one of his large hands on Liams shoulder.
”Well done. That must have been scary for you, Liam?”
Liam doesn’t answer, he just shudder and nods hastily.
”Answer.” Rob pushes softly.
”Yes, sir” Liam blurts out.
”Being a fag is important, Liam. You are an important part of society now.” Rob smiles. Im at awe of how nice he is being.
”When are you having your dicklet sized?” Rob continues.
”Tomorrow…” Liam answers quietly.
”Then you should get going.”
Liam throws a nervous look over his shoulder at me and then out the glass door to the office landscape.
”You’re scared of the men out there. Ill handle the papers, Liam. Its busy out there now, just leave and no one will notice you.”
Liam nods and hurries past me and out of the door. Rob glances at me. ”Ugh, losing a lot of employees”, he tells me sounding a bit exhausted. He notices my puzzled look. ”What?”
”You where so kind with him” I say, a little too fast.
Now he looks a bit puzzled. ”You think I should’ve yelled at him?”
”No! Not at all, I just… Thought of Harlan”
Rob fixates his eyes on me. ”I handle these things case by case, Everest. You’re not questioning my expertise, are you?” A glint of humor flashes in his dark eyes.
”No! Of course not, sorry Sir”
He watches me. ”Is there something you wish to share with me as well, Everest?”
He knows. He fucking knows. He can smell it. That’s why he said go fetch. I need to admit it. Now is the only time to do so. Fuck. I can’t. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
”Nope. Just returning the papers. Here you go”.
I hand over the papers and return to my desk. Im not sure that was the right decision, but I just couldn’t. I chickened out. Ill do it tomorrow. Besides, two reassignments in one day wouldn’t make Rob happy, so this is for the best!
The next morning I arrive early to the office. I decided to wear sunglasses. I don’t know why, maybe they gave me some confidence? Looking cool for the day of my firing! Besides, Rob had been so chill with Liam, so I was feeling okay.
That all shatters when I walk out the elevators and is met with a sign on the wall.
POSSIBLE FUTURE OFFICE FAGGOTS/URINALS
Underneath is headshots of Harlan, Liam and that other guy, name was apparently Noah. Someone had scribbled ”FAG” over their foreheads and dicks pissing around them. My stomach drops. Who the fuck did this? Apparently I stood there for a while cuz someone yells ”Enjoying the sign? Taking it all in, are you?”
I look over. Its Dane. He’s smiling at me. ”Nice glasses”.
I compose myself. ”Is Rob in?”
”Yeah, just got here before you. Why?”
I blurt out something about papers and rush past him. I feel his eyes following me but I’m dead set on getting to Rob. I walk past everyone and knock.
”In” I barely hear his dark voice over my pounding heart. This is it. I walk in and see Rob at his desk. He doesnt leave his computer screen with his eyes, but he must have sensed who it is cuz he says calmly: ”Morning, Jake.”
My tongue feels glued to the top of my mouth. How do I even begin?
He senses my silence and looks over at me. ”You alright? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”
In some way I guess I have. I respond:
”That sign, Sir..”
”Yeah, saw it this morning. You put it up?”
”No, sir”
He looks unbothered.
”Too bad. Its a great way to raise morale at the office. Especially now when its so much work at hand”. He returns his focus to the screen.
Just do it.
”I, Jake Everest, have been officially classified as a faggot by the State” Im shocked by the steady volume of my voice. Rob seems to be aswell since he’s now looking up at me with attention. Calm, but with a mild interest.
”… I must resign effective immediately to start training” I try to breath calmly. That wasn’t so bad actually. In my mind it was a much longer sentence. But now its over in a matter of seconds. I watch Rob. He’s just looking at me, slightly leaned back in his chair.
”You memorized it.” He says calmly.
I did? I realize I hadn’t even thought of bringing a note. Its like the words where tattooed into my brain from the moment I read them.
”I guess I did, Sir” I answer, still a bit shocked.
We remain silent for a while. Rob is observing me. All I can hear is the phones ringing and printer sounds from outside his door.
”Tell me, Jake.” Rob breaks the silence. ”Do you think its appropriate of you to wear sunglasses for this?”
He has a polite tone, but the words feels like a slap in my face. I respond by hastily taking them off.
”Better” he says, still leaned back watching me. ”So, you got the fag-post?”. He smiles.
”I did, Sir.”
”When?” He’s quick today.
”Monday”
”And now its Wednesday, Jake”.
He’s stern. Shit. The vibe is completely different from yesterday with Liam. Im starting to shake. Rob notices it, he smiles again.
”Which means” he continues, ”That I have had an undercover fag at my office for a whole day. Correct?”
Feels a bit unfair since Liam was had waited for the day before he had to report, but I respond: ”Correct, I’m sorry”
”I asked you yesterday after I fired Liam if there was something you wished to tell me, Jake. You lied, correct?”
Fuck, I can’t handle his tone. He sounds nice and collected but he is 100% confronting me now and I just have to manage.
”Correct” I repeat.
”Why?” His eyes forces themselves into mine.
”I was scared, Sir. Of what happened to Harlan when he quit.”
”Even though you got a first hand viewing of how kindly I handled Liam.”
That wasn’t a question. He is scolding me.
”I guess ill fire you then, Jake” he says, rotating towards his computer again. I breath out.
”Thank you Sir”
He doesnt answer, he’s just typing while I stand there. It feels like I’m under a magnifying glass. A bug about to be crushed under Robs giant feet.
”Ive always been curious, Jake. What does it say in that letter?” I’m startled by his words. He’s still typing while talking. ”For us men its a very short letter. I imagine the fag letter is a much longer read?”
I swallow. My dicklet is betraying me pushing towards my jeans ”Just that the results are back. Where and when they are expecting me. How to prepare and stuff”.
”Uh huh” still typing. ”And how do you prepare?”
”Shaving or trimming..” Now my voice isn’t as steady anymore, ”Learning the poses”
”And how is that going” he asks.
”I haven’t started them yet, Sir”
Rob stops typing. He calmly rotates his chair towards me again. His body looks monstrous compared to the chair, it can barely hold his large thighs. He cracks his knuckles while watching me.
”You’re expected to know them by Friday and you haven’t started practicing?”
Now he sounds like the boss I know and love, but in this context it hits very different. Usually this tone is aimed at work. I know you can do better, so do better-type. I havent considered how this would sound aimed at a fag.
”Those men you’re about to meet, Jake. They aren’t as nice as I am.”
I tense up. Can’t he just get along with the fucking firing already?
”Do you know life ruiner?” He asks.
Liferuiner is a famous pose for faggots. The fag lays on its back, spreading its legs and pulling them towards its head. This aligns the face close to the dicklet and the fag cunt while spreading its legs. The name is fitting since anyone in that pose is undoubtedly a fag. The other poses, like kneel or doggy, could occur in anyone. While looking for some dropped keys or something. Liferuiner is different. No one accidentally performs Liferuiner. If you’re seen in that pose, its over for you. Rob knows this.
”I do”
”Show me.” He orders.
Im starting to envy Harlan. ”Here?!”
”You want to do it out there instead?” Rob gestures to the busy office outside the large windows.
”B-but..” I stammer.
”As of now I am still your boss, Jake. And you are required by law to get resigned, yes?”
”Yes, bu…”
He interrupts calmly. ”So, as your boss, I am being very clear with you. Get into Liferuiner right here on my floor, in front of me” he taps lightly with his foot on the matt, ”and hold that pose while I’m firing you.” His eyes have turned dark and intense. Im starting to shiver. My dicklet is raging hard, but I obey. I get to the floor on my back. I pull my legs up and grab them by the ankles. Rob is watching me carefully in silence. I pull my legs back as far as I can. I have never in my life felt as exposed as I do now, spread out on my bosses floor. I look up at him past my legs. Im clothed, but I can feel his eyes X-raying me.
”There we have it” he says matter of factly and returns to his computer. Im starting to ache. It feels like an eternity. He must have noticed my legs shaking cuz he says without looking: ”Don’t even think about letting go, Jake. Hold it, and keep your head up.”
I feel paralyzed. My focus is broken by a knock at his door. I throw Rob a panicked look as he easily shouts ”In!” Over his shoulder. FUCK!
The door opens and Dane fucking Magnus walks in. I stare at him, terrified. He sees me on the floor and his jaw drops. Remember what i said about Liferuiner pose? This is it. From this one pose, Dane knows exactly what I am and what is going on in this office.
”Ah, Magnus. Got the reports?”
Dane chuckles. ”I do, boss. But you seem busy?”
”Just some paperwork, it can wait” Rob answers and reaches for the papers in Danes hand.
Im completely mute. God, I wish Dane would’ve closed that fucking door, but I just stare at them. Dane looks at me amused while Rob briefly reads through the papers. I stare at Dane with big eyes. While Rob is occupied Dane motions at me. He makes a tight hole with his fingers and proceeds to stick one of his large finger through slowly. Then he forces two thick finger through, making the hole larger, then three. He does this while making faces at me, the hole getting bigger and bigger. Then he lifts the hole towards me, I’m assuming aligning the now large hole over where my own hole is. Im starting to shake again and look away, blushing.
”Looks good” Rob says and gives them back. ”We'll talk in a bit. Need to get this done first. You can stay and wait, Magnus”
Danes eyes doesnt leave mine. ”Sure thing, boss” He smiles devilishly at me.
After what feels like five hours Rob finally says. ”There we go Jake, officially resigned”
I stay at the floor, I can feel my heart beat through my boyhole ”Thank you, Sir”.
He looks at me. ”You know its more professional to remain standing when resigning, Jake.” He has a bit of a disappointed tone in his voice. ”But you insisted on holding the pose for this meeting and I am understanding your kinds nature”.
Fuck. He’s mocking me in front of Dane. My face is heating up.
”Magnus, snap a quick picture of Jake while he’s here, would you? Jake, look into the camera. Feel free to smile” He sounds bored.
Dane hastily picks up his phone. By the sound his phone makes its obvious he’s not taking a foto, he’s recording a video. He’s going to show it to everyone. Fuck, Harlans firing was childs play compared to this.
”Actually, I’m going to need you to smile, Jake” Rob says after a few seconds. I find the camera lens. I smile. Dane smiles like a bully.
”Say ’I, Jake Everest, is officially resigning’” Dane says while focusing on my face.
Im pretty sure my underwear are wet from all the precum I’ve leaked this morning, but when Dane said those words i felt my dicklet squirting. ”I, Jake Everest, is officially resigning”.
”Good faggot” he ends the video.
Rob whistles and flicks his fingers at me to get up. As if I was a dog again. I scramble to my feet. I lose balance since my blood flow needs to return to normal. ”Magnus, make sure to post that picture on the sign in the hall” Rob says.
”Sure boss!” Dane answers.
”But do it after he leaves. This one is apparently bit nervous”. His eyes land on me. ”You may go.”
I give him a quick nod and hurry out. I can feel eyes watching me making my way to the elevator. As the doors slide shut behind me I can hear Robs voice say it.
”Fagged”
Roaring applause follow as the elevators pulls me down.
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