The CEO's Lapdog

On the 10th of January 2022, all the colleges around have fully resumed school activities. The sun's rays radiated on every corner of the streets across the country. The atmosphere was gay. People looked happy. Kindergarten kids cried out to their teachers for more chocolate. Grannies read newspapers. Fathers went to work. College students resumed extra-curricular activities. One of the most prestigious colleges around was Royal college. The integrity of the school was second to none. The sun brightened and glittered the whole surrounding of the school. New students hurried off to the school's hall for their first orientation. They had to prepare for their matriculation ceremony. Across the school's main entrance and down to the left was the boys' restroom. In it stood the son of a business mogul. His family was arguably the second wealthiest in the country. His name was Jack Goldberg. He has been m**********g furiously for one hour already. He wanted to come. No, he needed to come. He could neither feel nor see the beauty of the spring. He kept stroking away his sorrows. They haunted him like a demon. His body was pleased but his heart was burdened. At a point, he decided to set his grievances aside and shoot his pistol. With his eyes closed, he stroked, beat and rubbed. After a few minutes, his c*m shattered on the toilet. 'I hate shits!', Jack exclaimed, wearing his pants. He could not believe that he just jerked off in anger. Being a sophomore at Royal College came with never-ending challenges. He could feel his mind departing from his being. Although the restroom seemed airtight, his voice was loud enough to penetrate the walls. He also felt like an innocent man, languishing in a stinking cell. His mind reached out for different memories at a time. He thought about the sound of the buzzing bees at his sister's so-called 'honey tree'. It was a Redbud situated at the back of their family house. At least, he had fun collecting honey with his sister, Sasha. He also had fun clubbing with his friends, most of which were gays. He was enthralled with his ex only to lose her to the cold hands of death. He likened falling in love with drowning in his pool of blood. Love was no longer optional. It has been erased from the menu. He would rather climb Everest. Anabel was his girlfriend; a very optimistic blonde whose father was a statesman. She was his course-mate. She looked so beautiful but he had wanted more. Her bottom was gigantic enough. However, he was not contented with her bosom. Whenever he makes love to her, he thought of Pattie; another blonde and course mate who had made much effort in showing the whole college her heavy chest. Men drooled dreamingly while women bit their lower lips at the sight of her bosom. She was grateful to God. Some people could not believe they were natural. 'The doctor didn't give them to me. My mama did ', she once whispered to Jack on catching him feeling lost at the sight of her gifts. Her voice was seductive too. Annabel had a hard time. Although she loved Jack, she wanted to be worthy of him. She might be the daughter of a politician but Jack's family was a huge part of the country's economy. She strived to outshine every other campus chick. Although she had other ambitions apart from her dreams of becoming the lady that 'gets the billionaire's ring'. The luxury she enjoyed was enviable; the paparazzi, the recognition and most of all, the royal treatment. Jack believed he deserved to get whatever he desired. He longed to see Annabel with heavy bosom. He could do anything to have just a glimpse. He was dying for the view. He believed that God gave the gifts to the wrong person; Pattie. Apart from his s****l needs, he truly loved Annabel. She meant the world to him. Just one cold night, after thrusting hard and coming in her p***y, he breathed deeply and stated, 'You're getting a breast implant. Don't worry, I'll pay for it'. Annabel was struck with awe. Nothing was more electrifying. It explained a lot to her. He hardly touched her breast. He was not always happy after s*x. Sometimes she thought she was to blame for it. She came to realise that it was her boobs all this while. She was somehow hurt. 'Sure', She returned. Jack knew she would not refuse him anything. He smiled back and went into the shower to clean up. On the day of the surgery, he was travelling to South Korea with his Dad, Matthew. They flew on a Private Jet. As the jet eagled across the sky, so did his heart and mind. His spirit was with Annabel. He felt sorry for asking her to do such. He was so sorry for a lot of things which include being an heir to one of the largest business empire in the world. A knock came at the door. Jacked jolted himself from his reveries. He had made up his mind never to forgive himself for talking Annabel into getting a new pair of boobs. He cursed himself as he zipped his pants and put his belt on. Opening the door, he found himself standing face to face with Tom; a well-known gay who bullied his way into the campus. Brad stood behind him. He was a very brilliant stud who wore makeup most of the time. Jack stared at the both of them suspiciously. He knew Tom quite well. He suspected they were up to something. He refused to concern himself so he moved out of their way. 'what's up man? ', Tom said softly. 'cool ', Jack returned and walked away, leaving them to have the 'time alone' that he knew they would have. He did not bother to look back as he hurried off. Tom looked at Brad, waving his head as a signal to move ahead of him. Brad responded by dashing ahead quickly. Tom fixed a gaze at his lady-like buttocks as he walked. He grabbed his crotches and entered the restroom. The door was jammed. Three sweaty guys came to the door. They stopped hearing voices from within. They were just returning from the field where they played soccer. One of them smiled at the other on hearing a stifled moan. Ever since their college lives, only three studs had managed to come clean about their s****l orientation. They had a hard time afterwards. Unknown to many, there are several other gay people on campus. The guy in the middle grabbed his crotch while the guy at his left walked away, not wanting to witness the act. The very moment the remaining two made up their mind to open the door, a power outage occurred. It was magical. The crotch-grabbing dude began to think that it was a sign for them to mind their business. The moment he nudged his way in, everywhere was struck with thick silence. It was expected. The boys just used the empty toilet and walked away. Tom and Brad heaved a sigh of relief. They have been together for six months already without getting caught. They were afraid of being outed. 'It sucks. It's not like we're committing any crime. why is society so cruel? Being different is not a bad thing; it's what makes one special. We have been together for six months already, yet no one knows. I f*****g hate this! ' 'calm down my love. It's just a matter of time. Don't let this way you down. The only thing that matters is that we're here for each other and what we feel. f**k the world. People will always create rules for their selfish reasons', Tom responded softly and Brad embraced him. He trusted Tom and felt at peace in his arms.