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Stanley could feel himself reaching his limit. Reset after reset, run after run, he was left with no time to himself. Each action he took was constantly monitored by the disembodied voice above. He couldn’t catch a break; At least not until he found out that The Narrator often ceased his watchful eyes each time Stanley wandered into the broom closet.
Every so often, when the office worker really craved privacy, he would lock himself in the broom closet and do as he pleased. He currently found himself in the same situation.
After one particularly tense reset, he found himself sitting at his desk once again. He listened as The Narrator repeated his all-too-familiar opening lines. Stanley tuned him out and quickly made a b-line toward the broom closet.
“Stanley..? Where do you think you’re going?”
Stanley huffed, trying his best to keep his cool. For a while now, The Narrator’s smooth voice was getting to him. He would feel shivers run through his body at the words The Narrator spoke. The words of praise, the words of condemnation. He couldn’t decide whether or not it was the fact that it was The Narrator speaking to him in such ways, or if he was just desperate. Either way, he still felt his pants tightening at each word the disembodied voice would say.
Stanley reached the broom closet quickly, reaching frantically to open the door only to find the door was locked. His eyes widened as he looked upwards, hoping he was looking at The Narrator somehow.
“Won’t you look at that, I was right, Stanley! I knew you’d come back to this.. this useless broom closet!” The Narrator said, frustration laced in his voice.
“What is it with you and this closet? Stanley, there’s nothing in there!”
Stanley groaned. Of course he didn’t want to sit in an empty closet just because. It was the only place he could get close to true privacy.
His disparity grew as he jiggled the door knob, wishfully hoping it would somehow open.
“Y’know, Stanley, I’m so tired of you and this closet, what is your problem? Do you really need to get in there so badly?” The Narrator asked in a confused tone.
Stanley nodded eagerly, holding one of his hands on the door knob and the other making an attempt to cover his crotch.
“Stanley… No! We must keep the story on track!”
Stanley’s vision filled with a bright light before he regained his sight, finding himself to be right back at his desk. He sighed in pure frustration. He couldn’t stand The Narrator’s disregard for his progress and his wild resetting of the game.
“Come on now, Stanley, let’s get on with the story,” The Narrator said, but apparently, his words fell on deaf ears. Stanley didn’t stand or move, the only movement being the light tremble of his needy body.
Stanley leaned over, resting his forehead on his desk. His frustration increased at each passing second, and at each oblivious word The Narrator spoke. Hearing the older man’s voice was the last thing he needed, it only succeeded at making his situation a lot worse.
“Stanley? Are you okay? Why have you changed so suddenly?” The disembodied voice echoed through Stanley’s ears, the concerned tone sending shivers down Stanley’s spine and straight to his crotch.
“What’s the matter, Stanley?”
The office worker could barely contain his odd anger with The Narrator. He could stand how the older man could possibly manage to get him so overwhelmed and aroused without even knowing. Something about the ignorance in the man’s voice drove Stanley up the wall. He sat up quickly and threw his hands up in anger.
“You!” Stanley worded with his mouth. It was clear to The Narrator that Stanley was upset.
“Me? Stanley, what do you mean? Is this because I locked the broom closet? I don’t understand, I simply tr… Uhm…” The Narrator trailed off, his breath hitching in his throat.
Stanley was confused by The Narrator’s sudden silence until he quickly realized he no longer had himself covered. He jumped, his face turning a deep shade of red quickly as he frantically moved his hands to cover his growing erection. After a long silence, The Narrator reluctantly spoke again.
“S..Stanley, I didn‘t realize… this was possible… I mean… I thought… uhm,”
Stanley whined lowly. He was humiliated more than anything, but nonetheless, his problem didn’t go away. Something deep inside of him almost liked the fact that the older man saw exactly what he did to Stanley. Regardless, Stanley still felt like he was going to die from embarrassment on the spot.
“There’s nothing inherently… sexual in my game, is there? I didn’t expect there would be any situation that would make you feel this way.. How odd,”
Stanley was being pushed overboard. He couldn’t stand to hear the smooth voice from above any longer without any form of pleasing himself; Of course, he couldn’t start getting off right there in front of the older man, right? There was nowhere for him to go, no form of privacy for him to hide behind. Did he have much of a choice?
Reluctantly, he leaned back over his desk and slowly moved his right hand downwards. He gently placed his hand on top of his bulge. He inhaled sharply at the long-needed contact, followed by more quiet gasps as he slowly palmed his erection.
“E..excuse me, Stanley..! What do you think you’re doing? In… In front of…” The Narrator’s words died in his throat. Stanley was so filled with sexual frustration and need that he barely registered what the older man was saying. The pace of his hand picked up, dragging out louder and more frequent gasps from his mouth.
“Stanley… This is so indecent of you, you’re aware I can see you… right, Stanley?”
Stanley didn’t care. He was so far gone in his mind that he couldn’t care less that the narrator could see and hear his every move and sound. The thought of the man watching him made his gut twist with pleasure.
“This is because of me, Stanley…? You feel this way about someone you’ve never seen?…Just a voice?”
Stanley let out a choked moan. Massaging the outside of his pants wasn’t pleasing him enough. He needed more. He shakily unbuttoned his pants, discarding them on the floor as quickly as possible. He slid his right hand under the hem of his boxers, pulling them down to allow his erection to spring free of the offending garment. The change from fabric to the cool office air against his length was jarring, making him all the more eager to truly please himself.
He wrapped his slender fingers around the shaft of his dick. His breath hitched in his throat, followed by a shuddering moan. Whimpers, pleas, and gasps spilled from his lips as he slowly began pumping his fist up and down his length. He tossed his head back, a loud moan escaping his throat as he did.
“Stanley…,” The Narrator said shakily, his voice breathy and low.
The Narrator watched in shocked silence at the office worker trembling to his own touch. He hadn’t ever seen this side of Stanley before. The man who he’d been watching and following for so long was suddenly sprawled out in his office chair, his body shaking at the touch of his own hand on his dick. The Narrator felt his body fill with lust, sending waves of arousal straight to his dick.
“Is it something I said… to make you feel like this? Usually you’re so good, you’d follow directions so we’ll for me. What’s gotten into you?”
To the older man’s shock, Stanley let out a drawn out whine as he picked up his pace after the Narrator spoke. He swore he could even slightly make out Stanley pleading for the Narrator between his heavy breaths.
“You… like that, Stanley..? What, was it when I asked if this was my doing? When I asked what happened to you being good and obedient for me?”
The ladder earned a high pitched moan from Stanley. The office worker gently swiped his thumb over the tip of his length, biting his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure right there. He needed to hear the older man’s voice. He needed to hear more words of praise from The Narrator.
“Ah… I see. You like when I tell you how good you are, is that it? That’s what made you pause my story for something so…scandalous? Stanley, you are so pathetic…! I can’t believe this is happening.. my god.” The Narrator bemoaned.
Despite how much he tried to ignore it, he had felt himself becoming hard for a while at that point. He allowed his hand to gently palm his dick through his pants, hoping to calm himself down.
Stanley’s hip stuttered upward into his hand greedily at the sound of the older man calling him pathetic. He cursed under his breath as he bucked his hips into his fist wildly and desperately. He hadn’t gotten off in so long, he wasn’t going to allow this moment to slip away from him.
“D..Dammit…Stanley..” The older man said breathily, his voice shuddering softly. “You… Oh my.. Stanley,”
The Narrator felt his face get hotter and felt his own problem rising in his pants. He knew it should’ve felt wrong, but everything about the situation felt so right to him. Admittedly, he had built a form of admiration for the office worker, but he’d never expect to be in such a situation with him.
Despite his better judgment, The Narrator eagerly freed his length of his pants and underwear, quick to wrap his hand around his dick to move his hand in pace with Stanley’s. Quiet groans fell from his mouth and into the microphone placed in front of him. His quiet sounds of rapture made Stanley all the more horny.
“Mmm…Stanley.. please don’t stop… please,”
A choked sob forced its way out of Stanley’s hoarse throat. The Narrator was now getting off to him. His back arched greedily, his arousal now reaching an all time high. He moved his left hand up under his shirt. With a flurry of loud moans flooding the room, he massaged his nipples with one hand and quickly pumped his twitching length with the other; a sight that pushed The Narrator over the edge of being sensible.
“Stanley… ohh Stanley, you’re so perfect, so pretty like this…”
The Narrator picked up his pace, now moving his fist slightly faster than Stanley was. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his length, quickly making the older man react by swiping his thumb over the tip and using the liquid to lessen the friction in his fast strokes.
Stanley could feel himself reaching his climax as his stomach was filled with a warm, pooling feeling. His eyebrows pinched together as his eyes rolled upwards to the back of his head. His movements became sloppy, his hand now loosely and uncontrollably moving up and down his shaft.
“God.. Stanley… I’m close,” The disembodied voice moaned softly. “You are so beautiful. How I wish you could see how slutty you look right now, S..Stanley..”
The office worker let out a scream that weakened into a loud, shaky moan as he reached his climax. He pumped his fist as cum spluttered into his chest and chair. He rode out his orgasms, the once brutal pace of his hand slowing down as his erection faded.
Soft, breathless moans continued to fall from his throat, his body feeling a wave of sudden fatigue. He breathed heavily, slumping down in his chair.
Soon after, The Narrator reached the same fate, his seed spilling out from his dick and leaking down his cramping fingers. His chest rose and fell quickly as he came down from his high.
“S…Stanley…,” The older man said after a while of silence filled with breathing. “Please, rest a while… Perhaps we can wait a bit before this reset…”