At the Office: Revenge on a Father

 Originally posted on Tumblr: Oct 17th, 2021

Original A/N: Okay continuing with the October stories. A time of revenge, people that do F***** up things, and mysterious objects that just won’t go away…that should count as spooky, right? Right guys?

“And if you don’t mind, redo these,” Mr. McAdams dropped a stack of papers onto Jack’s desk. Jack stared at the pile dumbfounded. It might as well have been a mile high. All this work for one employee. There was difficult, then there was just impossible. Even more than that, Jack had examined their papers himself and his team’s work was flawless.

“Sir, I can’t do this all by myself, I’ll be here half the night.” Jack stated.

“Then you better get started.” Mr. McAdam patted Jack on the back. Sitting up from Jack’s desk he gave his usual smile, fixed his suit jacket, and walked away.

Jack clenched his fist together till his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t stand that man. Every damn day the manager had something for Jack to do, redo, or fix. Always bothering Jack. Always giving him more work. Whenever one project got done, on to another, no respite. It’d be so easy to hate Mr. McAdam’s if he wasn’t so damn attractive. It was no secret the office manager had the body of a god. Whenever he took off his jacket it was easy to see the muscles rippling on his arms. Or his pecs that refused to be hidden under his dress shirts. And Jack saw that a lot. Why? Because his boss was always in his fucking cubicle. He’d often pull up a chair and watch Jack work just to make sure Jack “Wasn’t slacking off.” Jack wondered why Mr. McAdams didn’t have anything better to do.

Was it on purpose? Jack often wondered that too. It was no secret in the office that he was gay. He wondered if a straight married man got off on making Jack get hot and bothered.  Regardless of Mr. McAdam’s rotten personality towards Jack, his body moved with a natural elegance. When he spoke, people listened, and boy did people roll over to hear Mr. McAdam’s voice. Even if he didn’t dress to stress out Jack specifically, he certainly did it to show his body off. Today he had on a charcoal gray suit with a pink shirt & tie. Everyone, even Jack was waiting for him to take off that jacket and roll up his shirt sleeves to see his massive forearms. They were already being tempted with the tie trapped in the valley of his pecs. No one knew why he even bothered wearing ties; he always had his collar button undone. And his ass! The way that thing indented whenever he sat on the edge of Jack’s desk, a guy could nut!

Thankfully Jack was a professional and Mr. McAdam’s attitude easily quelled the boners he’d get. But if he had to stick with a mean boss, at least this one was eye candy. Well, if he was going to be here all night anyway. Jack pulled up a listing of new Robogogo action figures being released tonight. Ah he had to get that!

“Are you doing your collector thing again?” A head peaked from over the barrier.

“Well, you heard the boss. I’m going to be here all night. Might as well get something fun out of it.” Jack looked up at his co-worker and friend. Max was a 5’10  laid back guy. He often came to work with his black curly hair draped over his green eyes. As if work was the place to get rid of bed head. Not much seemed to phase him Not even when Mr. McAdam would tell him to straighten up his attitude.

Max came out of his cubicle holding a cup of coffee, “I don’t mind helping you out.”

“Thanks Max, but this work is too much for me to ask you to take.” Jack pushed back in his chair.

“You know me, I like working late at night. I revel in the peace and quiet. But also, if you give me half, then you can split up your half with Jessica and Bert. I know they’d be willing to help you.”

“Think so?” Jack asked.

“Dude, we love you. It’s just none of us are willing to get in-between Mr. McAdam’s and his hate boner for you while he’s here.” Max gestured around the entire cubicle. “Though you think he’d be more respectful towards you. I mean you trained him after all.”

“Ah geez! That was such a long time ago” Jack said thinking about it.

“7-8 years to be exact.” Max corrected.

Back then, Mr. McAdam was just Dalton the intern. Dalton came into their office 25, fresh faced and wide eyed. He had been a jock back in college and maintained his body post-graduation. All the clothes he wore, especially the short sleeve shirts, set the girls hearts on fire. Jack unofficially ran this floor back then and got assigned with training Dalton. At first Dalton appeared as a very kind young man eager to help and learn. He followed Jack everywhere like a puppy. But soon a certain abnormality came to light. Dalton’s cock. It was the talk of the entire branch. The women were gossiping about it until eventually a few were telling full length stories. Those stories made their way back to Jack. He didn’t believe it. The fact that Dalton had a big cock, that he could believe. But rather the story that Dalton was sleeping his way through the building. Jack knew Dalton. Spent every day with him, even when he was no longer an intern.

Dalton had been a fumbling idiot in the beginning, but Jack had always been patient with him explaining concepts and practices until he got it. Jack had also made it abundantly clear that Dalton should not sleep with coworkers. But everyone knew about those stories. The women didn’t think Dalton was cool. They couldn’t. They had only seen him as a younger brother. So, who was this stud that was plowing the women? Things didn’t add up.

Once Jack tried to broach the subject, but when looked into those puppy dog eyes Jack couldn’t doubt him. He decided not to ask about the rumors. They’d die on their own, or Dalton would stop if he was doing it.

That belief in Dalton blew up in Jack’s face hard one day. Jack had stayed in for lunch while the rest of the office had gone out. During a brief break Jack realized he had to go to the supply closet. He heard rumblings and moaning going on. Upon opening the door, he saw Dalton fucking Talia, the new HR Representative, against the wall. Dalton’s pants were around his ankles and his shirt was opened. The two figures made out completely unaware. Jack froze, his mind emptied, but his eyes flew to the muscular ass that drove forward. The young man was easily supporting the woman. He slammed his hands against the wall kissing on her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

 “Oooooo…oooooo, OH!’ The girl’s eyes went wide as she spotted Jack. She tapped on Dalton’s back. The young man saw Jack standing there.

“Shit, Jack!” Dalton stopped thrusting into the girl. He tried to quickly pull out, but his cock was so large it took a minute. That’s when Jack first saw it 9.5 inches hanging down from Dalton and wrapped in a condom. Talia grabbed for her clothes, while Dalton turned around to face Jack, Shirt still unbuttoned. A view of Dalton’s muscle tits and six pack were on full display leading right to his cock. He was too frightened to move.

“Could you excuse us?” Jack looked at Talia. She didn’t need to be told twice and bolted. With a defeated sight Jack stepped toward Dalton shaking his head. “What are you doing?”

“Are you mad?” Dalton asked ashamed.

Jack looked around at the things in the supply closet now on the floor, “I’m not mad just… disappointed.” If this was the real Dalton. Who was the guy he’d trained, spent time with? The way Dalton fucked and the side eye that Dalton gave when he turned his neck before realizing it was Jack who disturbed his sexcapade. None of it seemed like the same guy. But people could be two faced or just good actors.

“ Come on, pick up your pants.” Jack said anger starting to grow in his voice.

Dalton bent over grabbing his underwear first. He pulled the condom off as his huge cock hung between his legs, and his ass was up in the air. Jack watched the little dance Dalton had to do to stuff his cock and ass back into the boxer briefs. Actually, stuffed didn’t even begin to cover it. There was way too much junk in the front and back.

Jack was about to walk away when he heard a sniffle. Spinning on his feet he saw tears falling from Dalton’s eyes. “Please don’t hate me” The jock begged. The mood in the closet changed so fast Jack got whiplash. He hadn’t even gotten that harsh with the guy. All things considered he was being beyond considerate. And now for that, what did he get? 200lbs of pure muscle crying in the supply closet?

Begrudgingly walking over, Jack got on his knees and pulled Dalton’s pant’s up. He also tucked in the young man’s shirt, after being kind enough to button it. Then Dalton was presentable. Jack wrapped him in a hug. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” he repeated until the young man’s silent sobs stopped.  Though he was taller, Dalton buried his head in Jack’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around him.

“Feeling better?” Jack asked a few minutes later. Dalton nodded, stepping away.

“You’re really good at that.” Dalton stared Jack up and down.

 “Are you going to tell me. What’s going on with you, The sex, the crying? You know if someone asks me to share if you’re behaving in misconduct and I lie that’s my ass on the line?” Jack stated.

“I’m sorry. I just like having sex. The girls want me. I want them. It’s all just so much. I had never done it before and now I want it all the time. Then when you yelled, I didn’t want you to be mad—

Dalton was going on a tirade. More precisely he was spiraling, and Jack saw it clearly. He put a hand on the young man’s shoulder calming him.

“Okay so you were a virgin, I get that. Now you want to have sex everywhere,  but here’s the thing ever heard of the saying, ‘Don’t shit where you eat.’”

Dalton shook his head no. Jack tapped his forehead, thinking how to simplify it. “ I guess it can mean a few things, but in this case, it means don’t have sex where you work. Maybe don’t even have sex with your coworkers.”  Jacked hugged Dalton one more time. “Okay now clean this up.”

If only that was where Jack’s memory ended, but it wasn’t. Dalton didn’t stop fucking his office coworkers. He tried for a while, or maybe that was an act. Jack tried to ignore it though his heart was upset by it. Then one day, the office notified Jack  that Dalton was being transferred to the main branch. Jack did find it strange they wouldn’t just fire him, but being under the watchful eye of the corporate office was no joke.

He didn’t see Dalton after that. But he heard about him. Talia had a friend at corporate who would update her. In turn Talia would update the gossipy coworkers, who would eventually disseminate info during office chitchat. Turns out Dalton was using his big dick to fuck his way through everything. Apparently at corporate he learned that his big dick could get him raises, promotions etc. Jack didn’t want to believe any of it, but some of the stories were so damn hot. Like him screwing the vice president in her office while she’d have a client on the phone. No matter how hot these stories were, Jack knew if he had a kid, he’d never let them be like Dalton.

Speaking of kids, the daily gossip was where Jack first learned Dalton had one. Apparently, he’d fallen in love and stuck his dick in the person that he loved.  9 months later he had a baby.  Years after that, the office finally hears that their once intern was returning to run the branch. Jack was hoping to catch up, but the Dalton that left was not the one that returned.  The man standing in the office that day had grown substantially. He had a chestnut beard that matched his now darkened head hair. Jack tried to make a joke but was quickly put into his place by his new boss.

Jack sat in his chair, intensely staring at the ground, wondering where he went wrong.

“Earth to Jack,” Max snapped his finger bringing his friend back to the present. Jack sat up straight, regaining focus.”  Are you going to give me your work?”

“If you insist.”

“Good, now can go get your stupid little toy.”  Max laughed, grabbing most of the papers. He really likes to make fun of Jack’s collection and collecting in general. That was fine with Jack. Max just didn’t get the joy of  waiting, buying it, getting it and then…

Jack tried to think about where that train of thought was going. No avail he started back on his work which had greatly been reduced. At 6 he was able to clock out with Bret and Jessica leaving Max alone.

“You sure you don’t want us to help?” Jack asked .

“ I’ve told you. I got this. I like being alone here. This is my space dude. My arena I can get into the zone when no one’s around.” Max shooed all three of them out, telling them to enjoy their evenings. They dawned on their coats and scarfs walking to the elevator.

Jack made sure to thank Bret and Jessica multiple times for their help. Staying late at the office sucked. But Jack used to have to do it all the time before Max started offering to help. Jack couldn’t even remember the last time he stayed at the office past 7. They were like late night office buddies. Jack could always remember laughing or having a good time. But then again Max wasn’t a big fan of noise late at night. Jack mostly remembered the times he watched videos with earphones on.

The chill in the air did nothing to deter Jack.  Once in his car he took off to the toy store. There was no waiting in line or crying children to compete with, He got his action figure and drove back home. Once there, he was so excited to open the door to his house. Then the excitement died, back to normal. The moment he stepped inside all the joy he had bubbling up inside him was gone, knocked out. He trudged up to his collection room. Various collectibles sealed away in pristine boxes. He sucked his teeth. He didn’t know why he kept this junk. Was he in fact, a horder? Oh god, he better not tell Max. That was a lifetime of joke ammo.

The next morning, Jack went to work and found Max’s redone papers on his desk. A smile crossed his lips that was one worry done and packed away.

However, that peace of mind wouldn’t last as Mr. McAdam stormed into the office, he happily took the new papers and went to his office to review them. Jack typed away at his desk waiting for Mr. McAdam to say once again something was wrong. Max walked by the cubicle shaking his head.

“You’re just waiting for trouble, you know that?”

“No trouble always finds me, so I’m prepared today.”

Max looked out to Mr. McAdam’s offices. The boss’s door was wide open. Anyone could see him going through Jack’s papers.

“Max, I hope you’ve found a new way to get your work done standing there,” Mr. McAdam’s said from his chair, hardly looking up.

“Getting water boss!” Max shouted back and left.

Then, Mr. McAdam finally came out of his office, standing in front of Jack’s Desk. “That was good work you did there.” Jack wanted to roll his eyes to yell to say ‘ I fucking know it’s good work. It was good work even before you had me change it. I’m the one who taught you how to! Jack breathed out. He tried not to cuss that much in his life.

“But now I want to watch you go through the Linden Case with me.” Mr. McAdam pulled up a chair throwing his suit jacket over it. Same suit from yesterday, only a light blue shirt this time. He rolled up his sleeve pulling out his arm as his ass slammed into the seat. Scooting his chair closer, Mr. McAdams watched as Jack opened the file. Jack hated every second of Mr. McAdam’s literally breathing down his neck. Mostly because Dalton’s breath was electrifying on his skin. His strong presence put Jack on high alert and whatever cologne he was wearing  was transferring straight to Jack’s cock. Jack used peripheral vision to watch Mr. McAdam reach up and unbutton his shirt a bit.

Times like these were tough but at most Jack could zone out a bit and just listen to Mr. McAdam’s deep voice. Even if he was talking shit, it sounded almost sexy if you ignored the words. Other than that, all Jack really had to do was scroll down and read words. The moment lunch rolled around Mr. McAdam’s and his muscled ass walked out the office.

Jack bit into his fist and screamed. Was the hell? Had he screwed over someone, or kicked a puppy in another life. Micromanagement should have been actively disregarded in all workspaces by now. He got up and walked to the bathroom. What he needed was a breath of fresh air. By the time he got back to his desk Jack saw a strange box sitting on his desk. It was more like a small cube all black on the sides with a red velvet bottom. On top sat a slit making it appear  as a miniature ballot box.

“Psst, Hey Max.” Jack said, peering his head over his wall. “Did you see anybody put something on my desk?”

Max sat at his desk, mouth full of a club sandwich, “Dude I’m eating, let me enjoy it. And no, I haven’t seen anyone.” Max tried to go back to eating his food but Jack was still standing awkwardly. Max sighed, setting down his sandwich. “Fine, what is it?”

“Do you know what this is, or where it came from? I think someone left it on my desk.”

Max eyes went wide, “Woah, that’s a cool box you got there. What’s in it?”

“Nothing. Feels pretty light. “ Jacked turned the box upside down. A slip of paper came out and fell to the floor. Reaching down, Jack picked up the paper there were instructions written on it:

To get your revenge simply, insert a wish regarding Mr. McAdam’s son. Watch your wish GROW to fruition. P.s. No wishes intending harm or injury will be granted.

“What the fuck,” Jack had read the note out loud with a chuckle. “ That sounds so stupid.”

Max put on a grumpy face, “Jack no offense, but this is lunchtime, me time, quiet time. Now and past 6 are the only times I get quiet in this building. if you want to freak out about your toy go do it in your own cubicle.”

“Didn’t I say this wasn’t mine.” Jack pouted, turning back around. He sat back in his cubicle ready to laugh when he reread it, only to watch as the words moved and faded along the slip. The note now read:

To get revenge GROW Mr. McAdam’s son. Jack quietly threw the box into the trash along with the slip. He was no idiot. His eyes had not been playing tricks. Those words had moved on their own which meant something freaky was going on. Jack wanted no part of it.

“Hey, Max you’ll never believe what just—

“SHHH!!!” Max whispered from the other side of the cubicle.

By the time lunch was over and Mr. McAdam returned to watch over Jack’s work, the box had faded from Jack’s memory. The men continued on with the Linden-case When Mr. McAdam stated Jack had skipped a page of the document. There was a tiny rush of anger from Jack.  He turned his head, gritting his teeth, to help cool off. The black box sat on his desk once again. untouched. Jack threw it in the trash without calling attention to it. Jack finished up the rest of his day trying to ignore the weirdness.

“Max, I’m telling you it was back on my desk.”

“If you say so.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Maybe the boss man is playing a trick on you. And if that’s the way he wants to play it. Write something on that piece of paper to appease him.” Max tapped his head, “Oh like his son GROWS to know his father’s an arrogant ass.”

Jack let out a laugh.  He needed that moment of brevity. But if the boss was playing a sick little game there was no way Jack would just go along with it. He had standards after all. Just because Dalton McAdam was a child didn’t mean Jack had to be one too. After saying goodbye to Max, Jack went home. On the way back he couldn’t get out of his head how much of an ass his boss was being.  The moment he opened his door stepped in from the cold, he spotted the black box on his coffee table.

“You have got to be kidding me,” He trudged over, snatching the box and flinging it into his trash. Either someone had broken into his house or some strange voodoo bs was going on. Jack rubbed his forehead laughing to himself. He’d been watching too many Halloween movies. A slip of paper laid on the floor, between the table and trash can. Jack grumbled must have fallen out when he tossed the box. Flipping it over the new not read: If you want revenge, take revenge. If not, the box will hear you.

“So, what did you do?” Max asked the next morning. The two had been standing at Jack’s desk staring at the box, sitting as if it was common office supplies. Max didn’t believe it was magic or anything, but he did try to throw it away only to see another one appear. The culprit was obviously Jack, but then Jack chucked it out a window.

 “I said I don’t want revenge. Then the damn thing still didn’t disappear!” Jack wiped his forehead, exhausted. He knew this  probably wasn’t Mr. McAdam’s fault, but it still felt like his fault. Even when being asked to take revenge it felt like Mr. McAdam harassing him.

Max took a sip of his morning coffee mulling it over. “Hmmm…” He looked up at the ceiling thinking. “Keeping in mind I’m not 100% buying into this, it’s totally possible you and boss man are trying to trick me. What if the box won’t disappear because it knows you still want revenge regardless of what you say?”

Jack only had a confused look,

Talking on,  Max said, “Like in your heart you want revenge, or subconsciously, but consciously and being a good person, you wouldn’t take revenge out on a child just to make the father suffer. Ergo you want revenge, you’re just not admitting it. ”

“I don’t think I’m that shallow of a person. At least I would hope.”

“In my opinion you’re handling the ethical considerations of this situation as best you can, better than I would.”  Max threw the box in Jack’s trash once again.

Throughout the day Jack kept having to throw the box away. Mr. McAdam would stop by say something condescending or assign more work. Jack began to notice the box would only pop up when he got angry thinking about Mr. McAdam. Jack snatched up the box.

“Oh, you’re a little minx, aren’t you?” He pointed at it because he finally had it figured out. “Popping up when I’m angry in order to sway my decision .”

“Dude don’t yell at the box. It’s weird.” Max stood outside the cubicle looking at this friend hunched over. “Look, have you ever met Mr. Adam’s kid? If you can’t decide to take revenge or not just wait till tonight. I might know something that can clear your conscience.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to use it.”

“Sure, you’re not.” Max rolled his eyes walking away.

Night descended onto the office and slowly the building cleared out. Max was happily doing work when Jack knocked on his cubicle, black box in hand. Max jolted back, “Shit, I forgot you were here too. I am used to having the place to myself these days.” Max’s voice trailed off as he smiled.

“What are you going to show me that’ll help me get rid of  this box?”

Max got up doing a little jig. He led Jack to Mr. McAdam’s door, turned the knob  and opened it. Jack’s mouth dropped as Max laughed. “ The dude leaves his office unlocked most of the time. The night janitor’s the one who pointed it out to me.”

“How is this going to help me?” Jack said.

“UGH ! Maybe you should look in there before asking me dumbass questions.” Max stormed off muttering, “This is why I hate other people here at night.”

Jack stepped into the office. One word came to mind: Expensive. There was the life of the common folk and then there was this room. Jack had seen it many times before walking by, or even from the brief meetings, but being standing in it was a different beast. Without Mr. McAdam there, it seemed masterless and free.  His diplomas hung on the wall. Family pictures in abundance on the desk. The smell of money wafted off of everything. Jack ran his fingers over the Mahogany desk.

Spotting a picture of Mr. McAdam’s  son, Jack picked it up and studied it. The child looked happy, cute, and innocent. The exact opposite of his father. Though it didn’t matter what kind of man Mr. McAdam was, Jack wasn’t the kind of person to drag a kid into it. Seeing the kid helped shock him back into reality. He wasn’t a vengeful or spiteful man. He held up the black box in his hand.

“I don’t want revenge.”

Then the box simply faded away. Jack felt better than he had in a long time. A weight on his chest had disappeared. He realized carrying around this hate for Mr. McAdam wasn’t healthy. Jack accepted that maybe he needed to remove himself from the situation. Quit. There were other places to go where he could have fun again. No need to stay tethered to this place.

“Huh, so you didn’t use it?” Max said, strolling into the room. He had been watching from outside the door.

“No, course not, it’d be fucked up if I did.” Jack couldn’t believe he had cursed but it was the right thing to say.

Max nodded his head listening. He walked over to the desk and stared at the picture Jack was clutching. Jack placed the photo back on the desk, as Max said, “I didn’t care about any of that when I used it.”

Jack turned around. Max had the box before. Then why did he pretend like he never saw it? No, wait more than that. He used it? Realistically, who could there be that Max would want revenge on? Max was a fun-loving person. Who could piss him off that badly?

“Who did you use it on?” Jack asked. Not sure if he even believed Max’s tale.

Max snorted, placing his hands in his pockets, “Your son, obviously.”

“I don’t have a…”  Jack thought Max was making a joke, but an image flashed in his head, briefly, but it stopped him from thinking Max was joking. His eyes went over to Max. The look on his Coworker’s face was pure smugness with the grin he wore.

“You should have an inkling by now. All those toys you ‘collect’. They’re probably the toys your son used to like.”

Max’s words flew out like venom and Jack knew it poisoned his ears. His whole body was weak and numb. A certain disconnect, He remembered. Going in cold or hot temperatures to buy a toy his son liked. The rush of coming home and stepping through the door where his son would run up to him, the joy of giving his son the gift. Jack placed a hand on the desk as his legs wobbled.

“These memories can’t be real. No way I would just forget about my son.”

“Oh, it’s real. And you did forget. That’s why I’m here to give you every moment back.” Max stood back watching, pleased with the display. “It’s another feature of the black box. WHICH YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN IF YOU USED IT!”  Max screamed. “ You probably think you’re better than me, that you’re a saint for not using the box.” Max shook his head. “ You’re just a masochist, who wants to live in his own torture.”

Jack locked eyes with Max. “ Who cares about that? What about my son? What did I do that pissed you off so much?”

Max shook his head laughing, “You were in my way. Every night.” Jack eyebrows tensed. What the hell was Max talking about? Max took a hand out of his pocket, shaking it at Jack. “You brought your kid here, night after night. Even when I asked you to lower the volume, I could still hear you and your son. I hate when people disrupt my quiet time.”

In the scraps of memory, Jack had remembered that. He’d often had to work late so he’d pick his son up from school and bring him back to the office.  They’d have dinner,  Jack would help his son with homework, they’d goof around sometimes. And Max had asked them to not make as much noise. So Jack and his son moved to a meeting room for late night work. They still did the same things, but in there. But Max wasn’t happy, he didn’t even want to hear the hint of giggling. Jack thought that was ridiculous, so they got into an argument about it.

“Where is he? Where’s my son?”

Max’s smile was wicked as he pointed a finger to the family photos, the diplomas, the name plaque.

Dalton McAdam.

—

There was a knock at the meeting room door. The kid spinning in one of the chairs looked at the door, A smile was on his face.  “Hi, Max!” The kid covered his mouth. “Was that too loud? Daddy said you don’t like noise.” But Max had a warm smile, he waved it off.

“No, it’s all right, Dalton. Or it will be soon.” Max looked around. “Where’s your dad?”

“He had to go to the bathroom,” Dalton stopped spinning. “ he said I should keep doing homework, but I got bored.” The kid pouted resting the side of his face on the books.

“What if I told you I could make it, so you never have to do homework again?”

“Really?”

“Sure.” Max walked over and sat beside Dalton. He placed a small black box on the meeting table. “This here is a wishing box. All we got to do is write down a wish for you. Then you can grow big and strong and never have to do homework again.” Max was going to get his revenge. Though perhaps the kid could help give some insight onto what his future should be.

“I want to be big!” Then Dalton thought for a moment, “Can’t I just wish for no more homework?”

“Sorry, no can do. This is how it is.” Max put on a sad face. rubbing the kids head he said, “ If you were to be a grown-up what kind would you want to be?” He pulled out a slip of paper.

“Ooooh, I want to be big and strong like dad,”

“How about we make you bigger,” Max wrote a glee in his voice.

“And Dad says he always wants me to be successful and use my talents to become a good man.”

Max laughed, “ Do you even know what that means, kid?”  The boy shrugged. Typical child, regurgitating things they’d been told without actually understanding them. Max chewed on his pen for a bit, “How about we make you successful but in a way your father wouldn’t approve.” Max wrote on. If he had a revenge box in his hand then no doubt would he be dishing out karma.

“Can I work with daddy too? I always want to come to work, but he says I got to go to school” The kid bounced in his seat.

“Why not, and here’s the catch: you’ll be a pain in his ass.”

“ You said a bad word.” Dalton frowned.

“My bad, you’ll be a pain in his butt.” Max took the slip he wrote up and placed it into the black box. “We also got to keep this a secret from your dad, or it won’t come true.”  Dalton nodded pretending to lock his lips. The box shimmered before fading away. Strange indeed, but no matter how long they waited nothing happened. Jacked finally knocked on the doorframe, ”What’s going on here, you finally decided to join in on some fun Max?”

Max gave a fake smile, he got up walking to the door as Jack passed, Max made a hush sign to Dalton and the kid nodded his head. With that Max left the room.

It wasn’t until Jack was leaving that he noticed Dalton’s pants didn’t fall over the boy’s ankles. He tried to pull them down to no avail. The ride back home was even worse. Dalton’s legs began to stretch in the back of the car. A heat in his chest built up and pushed up and out. His back grew along the seat. Dalton squirmed around trying to get comfortable. Jack glanced in his rearview mirror hearing the commotion.

“You okay back there?”

“Fine DadEEE,” Dalton’s voice cracked. He wasn’t lying though he was fine. But he needed more space,  his clothes were constricting him. The stitching in his pants began to tear. Dalton’s shoes exploded as his feet popped free. They pulled up to their house. Jack unbuckled his son, not taking note of any of the destroyed fabric. Throwing the book bag around his arm, Jack picked up his son.

“Woah, Dalton. You’re getting a little heavy.” Jack said, struggling to carry his son. He had done it just about every night. He couldn’t have been getting old that quickly. However, his son was getting older. Jack had to set his son down when they reached the door. The father was winded. Normally he could walk into the house with Dalton. Jack wondered if he had over worked himself too much tonight. He put Dalton to bed  and went to sleep himself.

 Dalton tossed and turned under the cover grunting. His body was expanding, it needed to—wanted to. The kid grunted as he grew into a full-on teenager. The body he had took on that of an athlete, complete with toned muscle. Then when he morphed into a young adult the true changes began. Sports filled his mind, exercising, fitness, hiking. His body could do it all. Dalton’s skull reformed, with his jawline refining itself and gaining stubble. The bones in his hands and feet grew to support the massive weight they now carried. His feet emerged from underneath the cover. Size 17 feet.

Dalton’s childhood pajamas were now forever ruined as his body had reduced them to mere scraps. The bed collapsed as Dalton’s oversized body demanded more support. Dalton’s pecs inflated with muscle as his abs followed. His arms bulged as they grew to wrestle other men, even his bro’s. A cocky smile crossed his lips. His brain was emptying out all the smarts he’d accrued as a child. Girls and women filled his head, he grinded into the bed. There was no need for him to be overly smart his cock would get him through life. His tighty-whities fought to contain his burgeoning erection. The tip of his cock peeked over the waist band. Dalton’s balls finally dropped, “Nnngggh!” they bloated out the front of his briefs.

And still Dalton had so much more room to grow. Five-ten, five-eleven, Six-foot. Dalton’s height kept soaring. But it wasn’t enough. The musculature of a senior in high school wasn’t fit for the kind of young man Dalton would become. His ribs pushed out breaking. He’d need a stronger healthier rib cage to support his mighty lungs. The delts weren’t far behind, keeping his back in proportion. His calves and thighs were not to be outdone, reshaping themselves to be stronger, while his ass pushed out like a true dump truck.

Hair grew faintly on Dalton’s legs, becoming denser in tandem with the young man’s eyebrows. Pubic hair formed into a bush then developed into a forest as his balls even got fuzzy. His cock had tented the underwear away from his waist, lengthened itself to be bigger. A solid 9.5 inches. Dalton’s balls swelled as unyielding testosterone poured in them. With no more strength left the underwear lost the battle. Dalton’s cock spilled out. Hairy, manly, and sticking to his legs.

Dalton the boy was gone. Dalton the man was born.

The next morning Jack knocked on the door coming in. The father talked about the beautiful morning and opened the curtains. His son needed to get ready for school. He took no notice of the massive young man in his son’s bed. Dalton sat up, his muscles were aching and he had no idea where he was. His mind was clouded as if he was still in half sleep. There was some man walking around talking to him. The man set clothes, the only clothes in the closet, on Dalton’s bed.

“Morning son, hope you slept well.” Jack bent over and kissed his son’s forehead. Dalton smiled from the kind man’s touch. Jack left the room to go prepare breakfast. By the time he returned upstairs. All Dalton had done was moved to sitting on the edge of the bed, still sleepy.

“Come on, son we got to get you ready,” Jack walked into the room. Then he started moving the young man, helping put his clothes on. Dalton stood up as his father put his underwear on. The young man almost fell over but steadied himself with his father’s back. For Jack it was just another morning when he got his son dressed. His mind wouldn’t allow him to perceive how strange it was. Even as he tucked a large cock away, Jack didn’t think twice. All normal. Completely. Next, was Dalton putting on his pants. Jack held the navy-blue chino pants open as Dalton pushed his oversized feet in.  A struggle, Dalton’s leg muscles, only making things difficult, big slabs of muscle that refused to comply. If that wasn’t bad enough Jack had to stuff Dalton’s ass away. The cheeks were determined to be seen from even a mile away. Jack was happy to learn the white dress shirt and tie fit, if only barely. After tucking in Dalton’s shirt and placing a belt on him the two men had breakfast.

Jack drove to work in the morning, not taking the turn to Dalton’s school. Strange. He also hadn’t seen Dalton’s book bag that morning either. His head was getting fuzzy. By the time he walked through the entrance, Jack grabbed at his head. His mind buzzed. When the situation subsided, he turned around seeing the young man he had brought to work. Though that bit of memory no longer existed in either man’s head.

“Oh, you must be Dalton, the new intern. Nice to meet you.”

—

The true memories of what happened that day came flooding back to Jack. He remembered everything. Getting Dalton dressed like a child, taking him to work and Dalton complying all the way through.

“No, no that can’t be real.”

“It’s real all right. At first it was funny watching you two. The way your son was the “intern” Followed you around everywhere. Honestly, I was afraid that would make you figure it out.

Jack shook his head. No, he wouldn’t believe this.

“Here’s the best part, even after he left his place, he kept growing. Without his brains, you used to praise him for. He had to use that cock of  his to get ahead in life, how many women do you think his cock pulverized on his way to the top?”

“Just stop!” Jack was hunched over holding his sides. This was all too much. Memories, feelings, his son. When there’s such a buildup of emotion, there’s only one thing a person can do. Cry. Silent tears came down Jack’s face until he let out a giant sob. The pain of a father raged through the office.

Max shrugged smile finally dropping. “ Is that it? That’s your reaction. It would have been fun if you went all crazy.”

“Why tell me this? Why make me remember?”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on it. But then the box came to you.” Max chuckled. “And if you had used that on your own son. Poetic justice. But since you chickened out, I believed a punishment was due.”

“I didn’t do it cause I’m not an evil fuck like you! Who separates a parent and their child? To work at a fucking office for quiet!”

“Are you asking me to feel sorry? Don’t waste your time. I don’t think anything of sacrificing your son to claim my quiet office space. You and he were an obstacle, I took you both out. That’s all there is to me.”  Max cocked his head to the side. “It’s scary how much our values differ, right?”

“So, it’s all true,” A deep baritone voice, caused Max to spin around and Jack to look up. Standing in the doorway, imposingly was Mr. McAdam.  His figure filled up the frame blocking the men in his office from seeing past him. “I’m his kid,” The huge man pointed toward Jack.

“Sir, when did you—

“D-Dalton?” Jack’s tears flowed freely. They were no longer from sadness. For the first time in years, he had called out to his son’s name, with intention. Mr. McAdam visibly shuddered upon hearing his name. He locked eyes with Jack. Normally for Jack  Mr. McAdam’s eyes fed into his strong visage and demeanor, but in an instant something about them became warm and innocent. Dalton ran into the room, barreled Max over and hugged his father. God it had been so long— too long— since they had embraced like this.  A laugh escaped Jack as Dalton nuzzled into his face. Only now as a man Dalton sported a bear that ticked Jack’s skin.

“Aw, isn’t this sweet.” Max said in mock affection.

“You’re fired.” Dalton turned around. When he said it his demeanor from Jack’s little boy to authoritative figure switched effortlessly.

“No, actually, I’m not.” Max smugness had returned. He brushed off his clothes unbothered by any of the trouble he had just caused. “I have proof that you made your way through this company with that club of a cock you have. And I’ll happily report it to the main branch’s HR. Let’s see how long you last then.”

Dalton’s face dropped. He was a man that oozed sex. Divorcing him from it was impossible. His success was so staunchly rooted in what his looks had achieved for him. He’d never take it back, but he shouldn’t have been this. He knew that. Jack, his father, always wanted him to be a  man whose ability could move him through the world. However, Max had set him on a path that would make it forever impossible. For the first time in his adult life Mr. McAdam’s didn’t know what to do.

“Well, I guess we’re done here for tonight.” Max clapped his hands bringing the men to reality.

“Fuck that, I can still kick your ass.”  Dalton stood tall.

“Yeah, and then, I’ll have you arrested for assault. I know you just got your child brain back, but try to think like an adult, okay?” Max turned and left the room.

“I’m going to kill him!”

Jack placed a hand on the large man’s arm, “No, you won’t, no son of mine is going to be a murderer especially not for Max.” Dalton’s eyes softened. The two men embraced each other again, unable to hold back their emotions. Their legs gave out as they dropped to the floor. Neither could believe the other was real.

“Daddy, what are we going to do?” Dalton clutched his father tighter. He had done things now, got a house, a wife, a kid; he experienced life. His dad hadn’t been able to experience any of that with him. Or even guide him through it. That solace had been stolen from them forever. The two pulled apart as they laid against the front of the desk, holding their hands. They didn’t want to let go afraid that the other would slip from existence if they dared,

“I don’t know, Dalton, but I think—

Jack stopped talking. When he looked over to his son, turned man, in Dalton’s free large palm sat a familiar black box. The universe had quite a way of getting it’s due. Though this time the fate of their future rested in Dalton’s hands. The decision would be his and his alone.

Clearly Max only cared about himself, but what if he didn’t? Maybe one day he could understand the damage he had done. Until then Jack and Dalton had too much time to make up with each other. They couldn’t be concerned with Max. When they first returned to Jack’s home Dalton couldn’t help, but gawking over all the toys Jack had bought.

The large man zoomed through his dad’s collector room that used to be his, checking out all the toys. “ This is Robogogo! I bought my kid one of these.” He spotted an even older action figure, “You got me DinoMan too! Ah man you’re the best, dad.” Dalton gave his dad a massive bear hug, holding a wrapped toy in each hand.  When he backed up, he looked sadly at the toys. It’s not like he could play with them anymore.

Monday morning was drab as usual. Jack came in and sat at his desk. Without fail Mr. McAdam was at Jack’s desk. The boss of course invited himself inside and sat behind Jack. The workers assumed he was just on his usual harassing Jack train. These days however there were no longer b.s. extra assignments, late work, or overworking. Just Dalton McAdam’s sharing stories and pestering his dad like any good son would do.

Today there would be no Max. There wouldn’t be in the future either. He quit working at the company and moved on, apparently starting a family. No one noticed how his profile pictures on social media had him growing a beard. How about his sudden spark in fitness and self-improvement? Completely ignored by the general populace. The black box had done what it promised and granted a wish.

Dalton didn’t expect his wish to be so drastic. He even thought it’d take time. Max needed to pay, but Dalton didn’t want to disappoint his father by getting revenge. Max was right. Dalton had to use his adult brain. Getting revenge that made life worse for Max would be empty, but there had to be ramifications. So, Dalton wrote his wish.

Max grows to be a better person.