Fleeting Encounters EP4: The Security Guard (P1) (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I was a model employee. Always on time, always did my work to a high standard, never rocked the boat in any way. Because of this I had climbed the ranks at the insurance company I worked for quickly and was now managing a small team in my early thirties. It wasn’t a very exciting job, but it paid well, and I got on well with everyone, so it was fine.

We had three floors of a large office building in the city; I worked long hours and was in most the time. Working from home hadn’t really happened for our company, though I did manage a few days here and there. Because of this the office felt like my home, I was there enough. And so, I knew the building staff well too. There was a steady team of cleaners and facility staff and security, we weren’t close, but I was always friendly with everyone.

Officially we were all supposed to be out the building by eight pm, they had introduced this policy as the company had got some kick back about not enough work life balance. It was silly in my opinion as you were still expected to do all the work, so I ended up going home and finishing it there if I had to go. But the security team were pretty lax on it, they knew me and were fine with me staying a bit later.

Until the new guy started.

I noticed Jason on his first day, because, well he was hot. Really fucking hot.

I kept my private life very private at work. Yes, people knew I was gay mostly, but I didn’t discuss any of that in the office. I did my work, socialised with the team in a very superficial way and that was it. My time away from work, if I ever had any, was for me. And yeah, I enjoyed hitting some gay bars at the weekend and hooking up, but I would never do any hooking up here. Strictly professional always.

But Jason made it hard not to stare, especially in the security guard’s uniform. It clung to his body in all the right places. He had big arms and pecs, and a meaty ass no straight guy should be allowed to have. To be fair I was assuming he was straight, but his gruff attitude seemed to point to that.

I was coming into work early, as usual, one day and he was standing by the lifts. I actually paused when I saw him, I was so taken aback by how handsome he was. A chiselled face, dark hair and that body. He should be modelling for high end brands not working security at this office. He caught my eye, seeing that I had paused.

“You, ok?” he said.

“Uh yeah, thought I had forgot something. All good” I replied trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Can is see your pass?” he replied gruffly.

My pass? I’ve been here long enough that no one asked to see my pass, but I guess he is new and being by the book.

“Oh sure” I said and took out my pass to show him.

He looked at it a long time, really checking it out. Jees does this guy think I brought a fake pass in? I was starting to get annoyed by him, I had work to do.

He handed it back to me eventually.

“Ok Oliver, you’re good to go.” Then he turned back to face the lobby.

I’m good to go? Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I was trying not to be annoyed but seriously, I practically live here.

I brushed it off and made my way up to my office in the elevator. I was a bit flustered though, mainly by his gruff attitude but also because it annoyed me how hot I found him.

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The rest of the day went by normally and I put him out of my mind. I had a big project to deliver on this week. As the rest of my team started to head home, I was deep into my work and had no idea of the time. Suddenly a loud knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts.

It was Jason, the new security guard.

“It’s eight, you have to leave now” he said looking very serious.

“I only have a bit left to go so I’ll head out soon” I replied smiling, trying to be friendly.

I carried on with my work, but I could sense he was still there. I looked up, he was standing at the door, shoulders back looking stern.

“Rules are out by eight. I need to ask you to leave” he said.

Oh, for fucks sake really? This new guy was now properly pissing me off. I didn’t want to get into it tonight, so I nodded and started packing up. I would talk to Steve, the head of security tomorrow and tell him to rain his new guy in.

He stood and watched me as I packed up and headed out to the elevators then I saw him continue his sweep of the floor. Again, I felt really flustered. This is so stupid, I am very senior in the company, and I deal with some very influential, and often rude people every day in my role and I have no issues. But this random security guard seems to make me weak at the knees and act like an idiot.

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The next day I dropped Steve an email just to ask if he can get the new guy to calm down a bit. He replied saying he would speak to him and that he was just a bit keen. I then forgot all about it as the project I was working on got moved up and I suddenly had to head to Paris for the rest of the week to meet clients.

When I came back to the office a few days later I saw Jason as I walked past reception, he saw me and seemed to stare at me. I walked past but when I looked back he was still watching me. Ok, that’s a bit weird.

I had another busy day so didn’t think anything of it. Later in the day my team started to head off, but I was on a deadline so just kept my head down and worked.

Then there was a brisk knock on my door and Jason came in.

“It’s eight. Time to leave the building” he said.

“Look, Jason. I have a lot to do, and I regularly stay late, it is no issue for any of your colleagues, or your boss, so could you just get on with your work and I’ll get on with mine. I’ll leave as soon as I am done” I said, putting my stern boss voice on.

Jason just stared back not saying anything. Then to my surprise he closed the door behind him.

“What are you…” I started to say.

But he turned back around and had this look on his face that was scary, and hot.

“Look Oliver, I get you’re the boss around here during the day but when it hits eight it becomes my domain. I’m in charge now” he said.

He started walking towards me.

“I know you spoke to Steve, you shouldn’t have done that” he was now walking behind my desk, so he was standing over me.

“I can talk to Steve if I…” I tried to say.

“Quiet” he said it so commandingly I instantly stopped talking.

“We can have a good relationship, or a bad relationship. Up to you. But if we’re going to have a good relationship, you’re gonna need to do as your told. And you’re gonna have to make it up to me for being a little snitch” he said looking down at me.

He was so close I could smell his musky fragrance, and his crotch was directly in my eye line. There was a substantial bugle. What is happening?

“Make it up to you. Look I don’t know…”

Again, he cut me off.

“Don’t play dumb. You’ve been eye fucking me since the first day. So, I want you to make it up to me” he said looking down at me.

Then he grabbed his crotch and squeezed it.

Holy fuck.

Is this actually happening? And why am I not stopping it?

“Go on. Make it up to me” he said taking my hand and placing it on his bulge.

Fuck.