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:
Johnny Carter, a "straight" married man, accepts a job promotion to become the personal assistant to the C.E.O. of the company. He soon realizes that the protocol of company rules have a bizarre and perverted twist. In order to keep his job, he learns to keep his mouth shut, do as he is told, no matter how strange it seems. His employer gets the help of the company doctor who, through his unique therapy, allows Johnny to adjust to 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 perspectives of the action. 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.
Note: Because Johnny is married, there is some suggestion of hetero sex in a few chapters, but it is non-descriptive and very minimal.
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CHAPTER 2
My name is Johnny Carter and I work for a major IT corporation. I have been married to a beautiful woman for 5 years and we are talking about starting a family. I am not a big muscle guy but am very athletic and have more of a swimmer's body.
My supervisor, Mr. Bruce Hopkins, had recommended me for a promotion within the company to become the personal assistant to the CEO, Mr. Amir Noor. Although I have never met the man, he was known within the company, to be a demanding leader of the entire organization. I didn't really understand why I was recommended for the position but Mr. Hopkins said I would be an excellent candidate and, if chosen, it would be a good reflection on him too. I had no idea what the job would entail but he said my paycheck would almost double.
The next day, Mr. Hopkins called me into his office. He was a tall, very hairy, athletic man with olive skin and had deep blue eyes. He had a military crew cut which seemed completely appropriate. His body all muscle with wide shoulders slimming down to a small waist only to bulge out again with huge thighs. I think he lived in the gym outside of work. Mr Hopkins always wore form fitting suits to show his body and his thighs were so huge that his pants were stretching the seams to burst. When he took his jacket off, his white shirt was almost ripping across his broad chest, pulling the buttons to pop off, with dark chest hair spilling out of his open collar. He had a loud voice, like a military sargent, and an extremely aggressive and dominant personality.
I was naturally intimidated and almost afraid of him.
"Carter," he said from behind his desk with his feet up, "I want you to impress Mr Noor with your ability to follow instructions exactly and, when not given instructions, to make the best possible decisions. If you do well, then I do well, so stay focused on his needs and, if accepted for this job, we both get big promotions. That being said, I want to give you a piece of advice that you should take very seriously."
He stood up and walked toward me, looking directly into my eyes. I was immediately intimated. As he spoke, he walked around me but I kept my focus forward.
"Our company CEO, Mr. Noor is a perfectionist and expects his protocol to be followed precisely. You have demonstrated that you can follow orders without complaint or hesitation. That is why I thought you would be perfect for the job. Do exactly as he says and if he says nothing, do what you think he would say. Understood?"
"yes Sir," I said even though I was confused, "I think".
"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders." Mr. Hopkins said as he grabbed the back of my next like and animal.
"Thank you Sir," I smiled proudly.
"Be careful. Make the right choices and always keep his intentions in mind, not yours. Even if it makes you feel uncomfortable, think of what your employer wants before your needs. Do you understand?"
I didn't really understand, again, but agreed with him.
"Good," Mr. Hopkins said, "you are welcome to stop into my office if you need any additional advice. Don't forget, if you get this promotion then I get this promotion. Good luck."
We shook hands and I turned to leave.
"Hold up Carter," he said, "Mr Noor wants to meet you now."
"Now Sir?" I replied. He nodded for me to follow him and we walked down a long hallway. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" a voice came from inside. Mr. Hopkins nudged my shoulder and nodded.
"Ahhh," I said nervously, "Its John Carter Sir. You're expecting me?"
"Yes, come in."
I opened the door to see a huge dark figure standing by the desk talking on the phone. He didn't acknowledge me so I stood just inside the door until he pointed to a chair next to his desk. While he spoke on the phone, I walked and sat in the chair close to him. He immediately grabbed my tie and pulled me to a standing position as he continued his conversation. He pushed his hand out in the "stop" or "stay" position, like I was a dog.
I stood.
Mr. Noor looked huge standing next to me. His suit was stunning and fit him perfectly, showing his muscular shape underneath. In fact, his arms looked so big that his jacket looked like the seams would rip. His waist was tight and I knew his suit was also a custom fit. Mr. Noor was of Arabic descent, with dark strong features and heavy eyebrows. He looked clean shaven but still had a 5 o'clock shadow because his beard was so thick. He probably needed to shave twice a day. His teeth were perfectly white.
He sat back in the large chair behind his desk, while still on the phone, and put his feet on the chair that I thought I was supposed to sit in. He pointed to the chair. I didn't understand what he wanted. Then he glared at me. His dark features became darker as his eyebrows lowered angrily. He pointed again.
I thought he was pointing to the chair, but he was pointing at his shoes. They were shiny expensive shoes that seemed to glitter in the light. I looked at him and then back at his feet. He lifted one shoe and glared at it.
Hoping I made the right choice, I knelt down and reached for the shoe. He wanted them off. AS I unlaced the ties, he wiggled his foot out of the show and immediately rested it on my shoulder. I noticed his socks.
They were slightly sheer gray socks with sweat stains around the toes. The smell hit my nose. It wasn't an offensive smell but more musky and aromatic. Again, I was put in an ackward position. I was too intimidated to stand up with his sweaty foot on my shoulder so I stayed there and reached for the second shoe.
After I slipped the second shoe off, I started to stand but he crossed his other foot on top of the first foot and immediately pushed me back down to my knees. I dropped my head for a moment, trying to figure out what is happening and, at that moment, he moved both feet to the middle of my back, crossing his feet.
He never stopped his conversation on the phone and acted as though I was simply a foot stool.
I thought it was best to just stay still unless I was directed to do otherwise. It seemed like a long time as he crossed and uncrossed his feet on my back. I dropped my hands to the floor to help balance myself. I was now on my hands and knees.
Finally, his call was over and he hung up the phone. I lifted my head but stayed on my knees with his feet on my back.
"Your Johnny Carter, my new trial, right?"
Trying to lift my head, I replied, "Yes Sir, I really appreciate this opportunity and..."
"Your position with this company," he interrupted, "all depends on the choices you make. I have chosen you because your supervisor, Mr. Hopkins, thinks you have the right attitude for the job. He said you are very willing to do what it takes to succeed and that is extremely important to me."
"Yes sir," I said softly, "thank you sir. I hope that..."
"Again," Mr. Noor interrupted again, "your job is to help me, period. Make things easier for me. Focus on my needs, without question or resistence, and you will do well." He slowly moved his feet to each shoulder. There I was, kneeling at his chair with one sweaty socked foot on each shoulder. He pushed me backward slightly so I was sitting back on my heels, facing him but still on my knees.
I could look up at him and couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. His square jaw bone had a dimple in his chin and his eyes glistened as he looked at me.
With his feet on either side of my face, he said, "You will be given the opportunity to make your own choices accordingly. You will learn what I expect eventually and I hope you will understand without being told what to do."
One foot dropped down to my knees. He flexed and pointed the foot and I thought it rubbed against my crotch but didn't dare to lose eye contact with him. He stared at me and lifted his eye brows, saying nothing.
I reached for his foot and felt the smooth sheer nylon socks.
He looked at me and simply nodded. I was confused.
"You have made some good choices already boy." He called me boy. "You seem to have an innate sense of knowing your place and what is expected of you without me having to tell you. I like that." He wiggled his foot in my hand. I looked at him. He smiled at me.
I took his foot with both hands and simply held it. It was a thick wide heavy foot. I could tell it was hairy through the sheer gray covering. It was damp with sweat.
"Good boy," Mr. Noor said as he moved his foot in small circles as I held it.
I squeezed his foot with both hands and began to massage it.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, "that's right boy. Exactly my point. You seem to understand what is expected of you and make the appropriate choice. Good."
I said nothing. I couldn't believe how humiliating this was at our first meeting. I am on my knees massaging my boss's feet. Mr. Noor dropped the other foot and I moved both hands to massage his toes and heel.
They were sweaty and my hands seemed to become moist with foot sweat. The odor increased intensity as I massaged them, releasing its masculine musky endorphins. My nose was flooded with foot stink and musky sweat.
What happened next freaked me out.
I felt a tingle in my cock. I was getting hard.
This can't be happening.
After giving my boss, Mr. Noor, a brief foot massage. He simply pointed to a second set of shoes under his desk. I took one at a time and placed them on his feet. As I pushed his sweaty feet into the shoe, I felt my cock become harder. If I stood up now, he would see the huge bulge in my pants and probably think I was some kind of pervert. I don't understand why I got hard but was happy to remain kneeling there as he described my job responsibilities. He continued talking, stood, and walked away from me. I waited for him to summon me before standing up and quickly adjusting my crotch, acting as though this was normal.
He showed me to a small room just inside his office door. It was more like a coat room when you enter a restaurant. There was just enough room for a small desk, chair, phone and computer with huge TV monitor in front of me.
"This will be your office should I decide that you are right for this position." Mr. Noor said. "I know it is small but you will be assisting me most of the time anyway."
"Yes, of course, Sir." I politely replied.
"Be here tomorrow at 8:30." He said, "you can take the rest of the day off."
Despite being confused about Mr. Noor's methods, I was more excited about the prospect of getting this job and a great promotion. It was early in the day but I couldn't wait to get home to tell my wife. If all went well, my salary would almost double.
As I entered our modest apartment, my wife was no where to be found. I immediately felt a pit in my stomach when I heard moaning coming from my bedroom. Instead, of storming into my room, I quietly leaned into the door to peak around the corner. I couldn't believe what I saw. There was huge black figure on top of my wife, with her legs spread open, as he was pounding his hips into her. I almost vomited and turned around quickly, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"Take that black dick bitch," the masculine voice groaned. "You want my black seed in that pretty pink pussy?"
"Ohhhh fuck please yes," My wife said. "You feel so big, deep inside me. Oh my god, I'm going to cum." I quickly opened my phone and took a quick picture.
"Fuck me," my wife said, "please fill my pussy with your black cum". That was all I needed. I quickly and quietly snuck back out of the apartment and ran to my neighborhood bar. I cried into my drink. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I needed to get drunk.
After several drinks, I called my wife to be sure the coast was clear.
"I've been waiting for you honey," she said. As I hung the phone up, I saw a big black muscular guy enter the bar and sat almost next to me. I glanced at him briefly and he actually smiled at me. I am sure he was just a friendly guy as I turned to leave, and went home.
The excitement of my new job was now gone and I felt the pit in my stomach grew larger, as I watched her making dinner. We didn't speak about my job promotion, or her affair, or anything at all. She said she was tired and went right to bed. I joined her an hour later and she was sound asleep. As I lifted the blankets to slide under, it smelled of sex, like cum and sweat. I went to sleep thinking about her cunt being flooded with black sperm just a few hours earlier.
--End of Chapter 2 ---
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- My Uncles Farm (my first story) 2. Becoming the Team Coxswain 3. Trained by my Step-Dad 4. Truckers Boy 5. The Coach's Assistant
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