This story is fiction and based on consensual DOM/sub sex between men. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. It's copyrighted 2022 with all rights reserved outside of Nifty.
Synopsis:
This story is about a young aspiring intern hoping to advance in the corporate world. Johnny Carter, a "straight" married man, accepts a job promotion to the personal assistant to the C.E.O. of the company, and must adhere to the new company rules. Along with getting a huge promotion, Johnny quickly learns to keep his mouth shut, do as he is told, or lose his job. He has a difficult time adjusting but, with the help of Dr. Stevenson's reprogramming method, Johnny ultimately learns that the daily sexual perversion is his new way of life.
From the Author:
When I write, I like to take my time getting deeper into the head space of the protagonist. The story is written in the first and third person to give different prospectives. There will be sex in every chapter but some more extreme than others. I like to write about the "power exchange" between two men where one dominant alpha controls the submissive beta.
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EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT
CHAPTER ONE
I was standing facing the corner of my boss's office. Naked and sweating. My hands were tied behind my back and my mouth was stuffed with a used jockstrap. My cock was encased in a chastity device, which was attached somehow, to the wall by a chain. My nipples were clipped with painful alligator clamps and also chained to the wall. I was blindfolded and ears were plugged. It was basically impossible to move without ripping off my nipples.
My employer, Mr. Amir Noor, was "disappointed" in my work behavior, and thought I needed some time to reflect on my performance at work. He thought it was important for the other managers to see the discipline necessary to motivate employees and help them make better decisions.
That is what this was about... making decisions. Mr. Hopkins said that the choices I make at work would eventually dictate my experience with the company. I thought everything was going smoothly until I made the wrong choice and ended up here.
Out of no where, I felt a hard slap on my ass.
"UGH!" I yelled into the jock. I heard some muffled noise but with the ear plugs, it was impossible to understand what was being said. Another slap... harder.
"UGH!" I knew it was going to get worse and I literally began to cry. I just couldn't control myself and began to softly sob into the jock. Another slap. Another. Another.
Both of my ass cheeks were heated. Painful. Slap. Slap. Slap.
I groaned loudly.
Suddenly, I felt two hands on my ass and I jumped again from the surprise. The hands were pulling my ass open. I felt something soft and wet rubbing on my asshole. Mr. Noor always called it a pussy. I guessed it was a finger as it pushed slowly into my "pussy". I didn't want to admit to myself that it felt good. Certainly, much better than the painful slaps.
The finger came out. I felt the cold air on my hole.
Then it was back, but it wasn't a finger. It was much bigger. It was pushed into my hole. Thick, hard and unforgiving. I knew it was a dildo because a real cock feels softer, even when its hard.
"Mmmfffff" I moaned into the gag. The dildo kept pushing into me. I struggled to remain still because I felt my balls being pulled by the chained chastity cage. Worse were the alligator nipple clamps. I used all my strength to hold still and allow the dildo to enter me. My nipples felt like they were ripping the skin. I was waiting for the blood to drip.
The dildo was slow but forceful, going deeper into my ass.
"MMMmmmmPHHH" I couldn't help but scream into the gag. Suddenly, a hard slap on my ass. Again. Again. I reacted with a sob and whine.
The earplugs were removed.
There was a voice in my ear and I could feel the breath against my skin.
"You know the rules boy," It was Mr. Hopkins, Mr. Noor's executive assistant. "You have to pay for making a bad choice. That's the only way you will learn to be more productive here. It is important that you are there to help your superiors when needed and, if not, you are punished."
"Mmmgghhh" I moaned as I nodded my head up and down.
"No noise now", he said as he slapped me again. "We don't want Nancy to hear us at the front desk, do we?" I shook my head side to side. "Good boy. Now I want 10 full strokes on the dildo from the tip to base, without making a sound. I will give you one minute to do this. If I hear one sound besides the pumping of your faggot pussy, you will do 20 more."
I nodded quietly.
"Go," Mr. Hopkins said. I instantly lowered my weight onto the thick dildo until I felt the cold base. I could feel it deep inside and pressing against my magic button. I didn't want to grunt for fear of being punished further.
I raised myself up so the head popped out of my hole and immediately pushed down again to the base. I hated to admit that it started to feel good and briefly got lost in the sensation.
"You fucked yourself only once and 15 seconds and already gone boy". Mr. Hopkins brought me back to reality. I only had 45 more seconds to do 9 more deep strokes. I did two strokes and then, three more. I felt the need to grind on it so my magic button would feel good but I knew I had a deadline.
A slap on my ass.
"Faster boy", Mr. Hopkins said, "your not going to make it." He continued his lecture. "You've made some poor choices boy and, in this company, you pay the price for that. You know this is for your own good. You know the rules and have to pay the price for being a selfish faggot. Faggots just obey the rules or get punished. You asked for this, didn't you boy?"
I nodded and said, "Yeth Thir" as best I could though the gag.
I started to fuck myself on the dildo.
What was I doing? How did I get here? What has happened with my life? I was a normal married man, with a beautiful wife, and living a good life. Now, I feel like my life is spinning out of control. My wife is now gone and I was living as a submissive servant to my employer, Mr. Amir Noor. Mr. Hopkins was my immediate supervisor and believed I should be disciplined for "making poor choices". I don't have my own life anymore. I don't make decisions for myself and must obey the company rules or pay the conseqences, like I am right now.
I fucked myself harder now. I had too. I had to make the quota set for me or the punishment would continue. The pain was awful and I wish he could put more lube in my hole to ease the pain. My ass would be sore for days after this abuse.
How did this happen to me?
--End of Chapter ONE--
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