Thank you so much for the beta Becky ! Chapter 2----------- I hate elevators. I always did. I’ve got some bad memories about being stuck in them. Some people are very lucky not to have any troubles with the elevators all through their lives. So why am I the one who suffers of its disadvantages? I have some slight mental problems – especially after the bashing – I think I got too sensitive. And I always felt a bit of claustrophobia in small, cramped spaces. Like elevators. When I was a child I had some experiences of being stuck in an elevator alone. I even had nightmares about it. Though the elevator is a bit different at Brian’s, I still don’t use that if I don’t have to. Today I realized that there’s only one thing worse than being stuck in an elevator alone. It’s when you’re stuck in an elevator with a bunch of strangers. Today I had a meeting at an art agency. They asked me to represent some of my paintings because they were planning to organize a pretty huge exhibition with young artists works. I was really excited and nervous about trying to do my best to make them want me. I mean my work. Whatever. The agency took place in a huge office building’s seventh floor. Though I hate to use the elevator I decided to do so. I didn’t feel like climbing so many stairs. It’s not that I was lazy. It’s more that – well – I had a very sore ass this morning because of the events I had the night before (thank you very much Brian). So, I had no choice. I got to the seventh floor with no trouble at all. I was relieved a bit, but still pretty nervous about the meeting. I didn’t have the slightest idea that I’ll have to be nervous about a completely different thing a little later. The meeting went great, they said I was brilliant and they were more than happy to add me to their artists’ list. So was I. As I walked through the corridor I headed for the elevator unconsciously. It opened and I stepped inside. Normally I wouldn’t use an elevator this crowded but I wanted to get out of the building as soon as I could. So I stepped inside and tried to ignore a few pairs of staring eyes that were checking me out. I hate this situation. No one says a word, no one knows the others, but still we have to get disturbingly close to each other. I could feel the heat of the other bodies – which is usually not a problem for me – but this is a completely different situation. I could feel on my neck the warm, wet and stinky breath of the old man behind me. I could feel the sweaty skin of a middle-aged woman next to me. I could smell a strong and too sweet scent of a cheap perfume. Someone was coughing dreadfully at the back. A young boy with an ugly face was definitely checking my ass and my face out. This kind of physical contact is too awkward for me. I could hardly wait for the elevator to stop and get the fuck out of that box. “Three more floors left. A few seconds and I’ll get free.” At least I hoped so. Suddenly we stopped with a thud, but the door didn’t open. I finally realized that we were stuck between two floors. At first everybody behaved like nothing had happened. After a few seconds everyone looked around nervously. The woman next to me started to push every button she could reach but the door remained closed. Before too long we heard a voice through the speaker. It told us to be patient for a couple of minutes; that they were working on the problem. And it told us not to panic as well, because everything was under control. Yeah, right. I was so angry. I wished I’d used the stairs instead. But it was too late. All I could do was keep calm and wait patiently. But it wasn’t so easy at all. I felt like I was in a coffin made of steel and it definitely got worse and worse with every minute. The old man and an elderly woman behind me started to talk quietly about this situation and I was trying hard not to throw up because of smelling that stinky breath. The coughing man started to breathe hard like he was ready to have a panic attack. Wonderful. At this moment I heard my cell ring. I was so relieved to see it was Brian. A familiar voice at last! The only person who is able to help me to keep calm. I answered. “Hey,” He greeted. “Hey,” I tried to answer as quiet as I could. I didn’t want anybody to listen to my conversation. “How is it going?” He asked. I tried to explain the situation as casual as possible. But I could feel that everyone was listening and it totally embarrassed me. I told Brian that we were stuck in an elevator and all. After a while he said: “I see. That’s pretty exciting, isn’t it?” I told him not to worry, that help was on the way. His answer was: “No, I mean…it must be pretty exciting being locked up with strangers. Is there anyone hot?” Asshole. He spoke like he didn’t care about my unpleasant situation. But the truth is that I knew that it was his way to relax me. It was his way of telling me not to worry. He went on: “Won’t you answer my question?” What could I say in an elevator filled with people? I think I said something like “No, not really…nothing special.” “Too bad. Anyway, I just called to tell you that I’ve just landed a pretty huge account. And I thought I deserve a little appreciation.” “Of course you do. Congrats,” Was all I could say. “Well, that’s not exactly what I had in mind…” I could almost see that smug grin crossing his face. I told him I didn’t understand. He chuckled a little and said: “You surely DO understand. What’s the problem? We got audience that’s all. It won’t be the first time. ” I didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was he thinking? Having phone-sex with me and five unsuspecting witnesses? That’s too gross, even for him. He couldn’t expect me to do that. I was trying very hard to say something nonchalant but nothing came into my mind. “Justin.” I didn’t respond. “Speak.” I thought about finding a good excuse and hang up. But I just couldn’t do that. How does he do it? Why can’t I resist him? I can’t be this weak. And he spoke again: “Ok, then. It looks like I’ll have to help you.” And with that I heard a sound of a zipper. I couldn’t believe it. Is he really going to do this? I had to find a way to stop this nightmare. I almost got myself to switch off the cell but then I heard him moaning softly. Oh God. He can’t be this cruel. How could I resist? My groin just answered as I felt it twitch. I knew I was lost. I had to go along with it while trying my best not to let anybody recognize what we were doing. I felt my cock getting harder and harder and I noticed that the ugly guy in front of me definitely sensed something. Even worse, I felt like everybody was watching me. And I was probably right. “Tell me Mr. Taylor. Is it hard already?” He whispered in a husky tone. I think I said something like: “Yeah, it is hard….to tell…” I knew that whatever I did I had to behave like I was having an ordinary conversation. But it’s not so easy when you feel your underwear getting wet. And that fucking guy just stared at me the whole time. He must have noticed my hard on, he was smiling and almost dribbling. For a moment I thought about looking at his ugly face during my chat and that way it would have been easier to control my erection. But then I thought that maybe he would think I’m encouraging him and that was the last thing I wanted to do. And Brian just kept on moaning while his ragged breathing was driving me totally crazy. I decided I’m going to kill him for getting me into such an awkward situation. But before that he’ll have to fuck me into the mattress. I deserve it. This is the most impossible position I’ve ever gotten into. He kept on talking: “You know what? That’s not fair.” I didn’t know what he was talking about so I forced myself to say a weak, “What?” “You’ve never been stuck in an elevator with me. I would think I have some privileges, haven’t I?” All I could do was pray for the others not to hear Brian’s voice through the cell. I told him that I hadn’t done it on purpose. “Just think about the things I could do to you in such a…tight space.” I thought about how would I look like if I came in my pants. And how would I do it without a sound? I’ve never managed a quiet orgasm. “I can’t do anything else right now…” I told him. I heard my voice getting weaker and shaky. My whole body shivered at the sound I heard through the phone. I felt the sweat gathering on my forehead. The woman next to me gave me an inquiring look. She asked me: “Are you alright?” I looked at her and said, “Yeah, I’m just a bit…” “Horny.” I heard Brian’s voice. Asshole! He was certainly enjoying my position. I tried to continue: “It’s a bit hot in here…that’s all…” “Hot indeed, can’t argue with that…” He told me before groaning into my ear. There was no way anyone could miss my obvious hard-on. I was so pathetic… “Come on Sunshine, you’re doing great. Don’t let me down…I’m almost there” What the fuck was I supposed to do or say? Everybody was watching me and I could explode at any minute. The old man behind me handed me a bottle of water and told me to take a sip. Brian was unstoppable: “Very well, Justin. Use your mouth…” I could hear that he was close and, for the first time in my life, I wanted him to finish quickly. He must have heard me gulping the water because he groaned even louder and a huge “Fuck!!!” escaped from his mouth. I almost drowned when I heard him. And I guess everybody must have heard him as well. I thought that this was the end. I thought about dealing with the shame of crying out and coming into my pants. I saw the young guy stroking his bulge while watching me. I felt the old woman wiping my forehead with something. I was about to explode. And then suddenly I felt the elevator moving and that former voice assured us that the problem has been solved and apologized for the temporary discomfort. He didn’t have a fucking clue about what I’ve been through. The elevator stopped at the ground-floor and the door opened. I couldn’t speak just whispered in the phone and told Brian that I got out. My audience wanted to call a doctor, to make sure that I was alright. Well, actually, I was more than alright. “Well Sunshine, thanks a lot. I’m glad you’re out now. If you would excuse me I have some work to do. See you lat…” “Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” I shouted into the cell. “You won’t hang up until you finish what you’ve started! I heard him chuckle and I headed to the nearest bathroom with the cell stuck to my ear. I ripped the door open and without even touching myself I shot my huge load into the toilet. I still don’t know how I managed to get to the bathroom, but I’m really proud of myself for having that much of self-restraint. And I’m still mad at Brian for giving me such a hard time. But let’s be honest: I am not THAT mad. I think I’ll never be able to use an elevator again without blushing. That’s it for now, “J”