The name's Paul . It had been a couple of months since I was last in a job, having been let go for being less than the ideal employee, even in my mid-40s I was prone to spend my evenings out on the town, evenings which would end up with me in bed with a dick up my arse or down my throat, and if i was lucky both, and if especially lucky both at the same time. After one too many late starts in the office due to deciding that making sure my overnight guest was drained dry before he left was preferable to being at my desk I was dismissed
Initially i was not bothered more time for dick sucking, my days were spent in saunas, and my evenings in the backroom of a club which was open until 2a.m. This meant i could have much dick as I felt able to handle and more. Of course this could not last forever. A diet of cum wasn't going to sustain me for ever, and I desperately needed to find a way of paying the bills.
One Monday I visited a few recruitment agencies, handing my CV , and hoping for the best, late in the afternoon I walked through the door of the final one on my list. It was in a Soho backstreet, a leftover from all the clipjoints and seedy cinemas that had long gone, it was unlikely that it would be the one that would bring in the job but needs must. I walked into the office, and behind the desk was a vaguely familiar stern face, a face I couldn't quite place.
Scott shook my hand and invited me to sit down,He began asking me questions about my employment history and what type of role I was after. As I did so I looked round the office and noticed two Tom of Finland style posters on the wall, not the type of art I would usually expect in such an environment .OK Paul he said . I think I may have the job for you. He wasn't too specific about the job details, other than saying office support, working for the MD, turn-up tomorrow at 9. Interested, Yes Sir , I responded (where did that Sir come from) . Good boy, he said, and don't be late.
As instructed I was there dead on 9, I'd stayed the night before, not only had I not gone out prowling for dick, it was 24 hours since I'd last wanked, my balls felt heavy, but there was no way that I wanted to be late . The concierge directed me to the third floor. I arrived and was greeted by one of the handsomest men I'd ever seen, 6ft 2, dark hair and eyes and a deep resonating voice, I began to wish that I'd had that wank as my dick started to stir in my trousers.
Paul? He asked. I spurted out a hesitant yes. I'm Ed Martins, Mr Martins the MD, you will be reporting directly to me. I hope you know how to follow orders."
"Yes Sir" I replied - for the second day running i was unsure where the Sir came from but it seemed natural.
Let me introduce to the team, he took me into a larger office, where a half dozen men were sat working, I say sit, as soon as they were aware of Mr Martin's presence they were standing.
Morning Men, he said. Good Morning Sir, they replied in unison, before sitting down. "This is Paul, he starts today, I hope you will all make him welcome. "
They looked at me, and again in unison said Yes Sir
Good good, I'm just going to chat to Paul to fill him in on the job, so he's aware of the terms and conditions.
He led me into a smaller office , and instructed me to sit down. Ok Paul, it's a bog standard office admin job, I'd say Office junior but no one here is younger than 35 so that's probably the wrong term. Photocopying, taking phonecalls looking after me, obeying me.
Has I heard that last bit correctly, obeying him?
.Here's the contract, if you want the job sign it. He looked at me, with a smile, he eyes looking directly at mineIn normal circumstances I would have read the contract at least twice, but I just picked up the pen and scribbled my name, and handed both over to Mr Martins.
Welcome to the team Paul I'm sure you will be very happy here.
I hope so too Sir, Again I wasn't sure where the Sir came from, I knew however that was the only term I could use when addressing Him.
Good boy.
Now to check how well that you read those conditions.
He stood up, sat on the side of his desk undid the fly on his expensive trousers and pulled out a long and thick dick, and started to slowly play with it.
I looked at him wide-eyed.
Like what you see boy. It's big isn't it?
My mouth suddenly dried up, and I could barely say Yes.
"Clause 2. When required I will attend to Mr Martins sexual needs."
I coughed, Sorry Sir.
Clause 2, on that contract you just signed.
He approached me, pulled me up from the chair and put his hands down my trousers. That explains it he said, you didn't really read the contract did you, your dick got carried away at the idea of working for a handsome man didn't it. Thought you'd come in do some work, then head home and wank one off when thinking about me.
Well if that's your plan, I'm going to make sure I get something out of it , Now get sucking.
Mr Martin's dick was I guess 10 inches long, with a thick head, and a large loose covering of foreskin.
I slowly fell off the chair onto my knees and approached Mr Martin's tentatively my tongue gently forcing itself under the foreskin. The taste of slightly stale piss was noticeable as my tongue gently flicked over the slit. Suddenly i was smacked on the head.
Suck it i said, Not play with it. With that he grabbed my head with both hands and forced my face down into his groin.
He kept it there, and started to talk,
First start breathing through your nose, secondly I want a good old fashioned blow job, good enough to get me hard , yes this gets harder, but not enough to make me cum. Whilst I'm at it I'll remind you of Clause 3 and 4.
- At no stage will the employee touch his dick whilst performing any sexual service 4. The employee will within six weeks of starting, will administer all oral service without any gagging.
I may have had plenty of dicks down my throat over the years, but Mr Martin's was something else. The longer it stayed in my mouth the harder it got. Finally He relaxed his hold on the back of my head and started to withdraw, but only slightly as he roughly forced it back in. Until now I'd been proud of my lack of gag reflex, it was something that was regularly commented on, the last time I gagged like this was when I first started hitting the dark rooms some twenty years ago.
This went on for some five minutes, each thrust being accompanied by a more audible gagging sound from me. I started thinking about Clause 4, No gagging. Would I be able to achieve this within six weeks. I had no idea.
Then suddenly Mr Martins fully withdrew. He picked up his phone - John come in now.
John , a man in his mid 30s walked in,
"Yes Sir" "Trousers down," "Yes Sir" "Bend over"
John bent over Mr Martin's desk, his trousers, down by his ankles .
Mr Martin took his still hard dick and began to fuck . "Clause 5 The employees arse will always be ready to receive a dick"
Isn't that right John.
Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.
As John replied Mr Martins, squeezed his arse and pulled out a six inch plug.
He turned to me `Open, and give this a clear" it will held make sure that you meet the requirement of Clause 4.
I knelt there, the mix of silicon and arse juice filling my mouth as Mr Martin fucked my fellow employee, he continued with the conversation, was it for my benefit, or simply a way of underlining the fact that he was in charge.
"How long have you been working for me now" "Two years Sir" "How often have I fucked you in that period" " At least twice a week Sir" "Enjoy it?" "I do now Sir" "Didn't you before?" "It used to be painful Sir" "And it isn't now?" "Less so, now that I've loosened up Sir"
Laughing Mr Martin's withdrew. He removed the buttplug from my mouth, grabbed me by my shirt collar ,and, and shoved my face into Johns arse.
"Clause 10 all employees will help each other in ensuring that they provide the best service possible"
"Now lick that clean"
I'd not really been much of a rimmer, but John butt mostly tasted of Mr Martin's dick, a taste that I had already become addicted too. John started groaning.
"That's enough. Back to work"
OK Paul, wish that you'd read that contract now? You can if you want, and if the terms are too much walk out of here and start looking for a new job, or you can continue finding out the terms you have signed up for as time goes on. What is it?
I'll take the risk, and find out as time goes on.
"Good I thought you would, already want to test out clauses 3 and 4 again don't you ". Mr Martins was sat at the side of his desk, his hands slowly stroking his dick, each time the foreskin withdrew it revealed a glistening knobhead, i looked up at it from my kneeling position and wondered when it would next batter the back of my throat.
I knew you hadn't read the contract, clauses 1, 6 and 12 all gave you an opportunity to get out. Clause 1. Once Clause 2 has been accepted and carried out Mr Martin's will be known as Master Clause 6 Master will have total control of the employee . Clause 12 The employee accepts that he is now the property of Master, and is his slave.
If you had read any of those you would either have run for the hills or you would have carried out Clause 7.
Clause 7. This is a contact for slavery, the slave will immediately bend down and kiss Master's shoes.
The fact that you just blithely signed, yet failed to comply with 7 was a dead giveaway that you did not read it. .
He still sat there slowly wanking , the head still glistening, the hardness of his meat just mesmerising. I absentmindedly started to feel my cock, remembering that i'd not had a wank for over 24 hours.
I suddenly screamed in pain, Mr Martin's Master , had kicked me in the balls.
That brings us to Clause 8. He picked up the phone, all of you in here now.
As we waited he bent over and took something out of his desk drawer, and placed it by the phone.
After a few minutes six men were stood in front of us. Head bowed, arms behind their backs.
Slaves, I'm just telling Paul here about Clause 8. Who's going to show him what it involves A greying man in his early fifties stepped forward. Richard - good slave. Come on then show him .
Richard undid his trousers and where his dick would have been there was a tiny chunk of plastic.
Mike , your turn, A tall muscular man in his late thirties stepped forward, , dropped his trousers, showing a large sheath of metal where his dick was.
Over the next few minutes the remaining four stepped forward , all wearing some type of chastity devices.
Clause 8, All slaves will be locked, unless access is required by Master.
Only one dick counts round here that's mine. Isn't that right boys. Yes Sir they said in unison.
Richard, Mike, Phil you stay here . The others you can leave.
So Paul, this is the key clause, chastity, it controls your urges, and makes sure that your devotion to serving me and ensuring my pleasure is your number one priority.
Richard here has been in chastity for five years, ever since I found him wanking in the bathroom. Not that he had much to play with, it was barely three inches when hard, and probably even smaller now. . You've not missed it have you Richard.
No Master, he replied, it was difficult to say how convincingly truthful the reply was.
Mike. How long have you been locked. Two years Sir. Are you gay Mike? No Sir. I have a wife. Sir. Hear that Paul? Mike here has a wife, but I've had him locked up for two years. I even gave her the option of having a copy of the key. She refused. He's such a crapshag that its far more fun for here without his cack handed fumbling. Isn't that right?" Yes Master
And now to Phil. Phil here is special said Master, approaching Phil from behind, placing his hand over Phil's mouth and forcing two fingers down his throat. So very special. Removing his fingers, Master opened his Shirt collar revealing a chain to which were attached six keys.. He knelt down, and unlocked the cage covering Phil's dick.
His dick was almost as large as Master's. Master cupped the balls in his hand gently before giving them a quick hard tug. Phil grimaced but did not utter a word. Master reached for a ruler from his desk and administered three quick whacks, again no noise.
See Paul, before he started working for me Phil here used to trawl the clubs for masochistic pain pigs. If they didn't leave bruised he was a failure. Then he needed a job found himself here, and I've been training him to be the painpig. Helps that he's got such a large dick, of course the only attention it gets if when I decide to beat him. Otherwise he's locked up. Been six months now hasn't it.
Yes Master.
Six brutally painful months. But that's enough for now, time to lock that thing away. I then noticed that the cage was half the size of his dick. It was now that Phil started to make a noise as the shaft was put over his dick. I tear appeared in his eye as it was locked in place.
Master clapped his hands, and my three fellow slaves left. I realised that i had already accepted my slave status, as if it was natural. Actually it was natural, my slut like behaviour over the years had brought me here. Serving was what I was born to do.
"So" said Master, who was now sat in his chair again slowly wanking. Time to get you locked upI think , remember that only one dick counts here - mine. Look at it ten meaty inches, what do you have, five on a good day. Why inflict that on the world, why inflict it on yourself. This is enough for both of us.
Stand, and come here, I approached him, as I did he reached for the object he had taken from his desk just before the demonstration of Clause 8 had begun.
Your own special cage, looks as if it will fit, of course it's possible that it will eventually be too big for you, and I'll have to get something smaller. He skilfully fitted the cage, and as it locked I fought the urge to cry, but tears started to stream down my face.
I like it when my slaves cry he laughed. He waved the key in front me taunting me with the sign that he was in control.
It's almost lunchtime, I think you need to practice Clause 2 and 3, don't you before I update you on the remaining clauses.
With that he forced his dick back down my throat, i had already learnt to suppress the gagging, and wondered what else lay in store on what was turning out to not only be the first day of a new job, but a new life.