ApolloBiotech

Over the last few weeks, not only did I lose what would have helped pay down my student loans in bad crypto and NFC investments, my boss blackmailed me with evidence of my sexual misconduct with a client's daughter to own my body as his boytoy. And independently of that, my former best friend, Eli, and ex-girlfriend, Camille, cucked my dick by taking over my coke debt, with the open threat of testicle-slicing dealers just one text away, so they could have an on-demand fuck stick for their budding relationship. 

Due to constant dosing of the ApolloBiotech adrenaline medication, with it’s side effect of susceptibility to persuasion being abused on me, by the time of the Dubai trip, my beta faggot boss’s ownership of my body had begun to feel casual. Our business-class seats were booked next to each other so he could tease my adonis belt, rub my cock and cup my balls underneath a shared blanket throughout the 16 hour flight. Doug also ensured we were sharing a hotel suite for the business trip with a single bed so he could fall asleep with me inserted in him after days of demo.

The power had shifted between us a few times over the course of our relationship. Doug initially held the power as the gatekeeper of my internship at ApolloBiotech. The power flipped when I realized he lusted after my ethnically handsome looks and buff jock body. After manipulating him to hire me on full time the power shifted to him again as a valuable mentor. Eventually, my sales numbers proved my alpha male drive outgrew what he had to teach me. He must have been threatened by a hot hunk replacing him as the face of the biggest Med-Tech company's sales department to resort to the scummy tactic of blackmail to put me in my place.

As I held his short fat body in my bulging arms, I may have begun to feel tenderness toward him. Camille moved into Eli's room in our shared apartment so I wasn't getting any affection at home. At least, whenever Doug was forcing an orgasm out of me, he did it with eagerness and passion, whereas Camille and Eli only edged me so my hard dick would last for their enjoyment.

I was on my final rep for bicep curls, two days after I landed back in San Francisco, when my phone pinged. It was the DocuSign confirmation from healthcare mogul Perdana Saleh. It was official. His entire Dubai boutique medical laboratory would be stocked by ApolloBiotech and powered by our med-tech A.I. assistant, APOLLO. 

Yeah boy, I fucking did that! I was still an alpha male goddamn it. My role models Elon Musk and Andrew Tate have faced their own instances of adversity and come out stronger. Despite the jetlag, I was reinvigorated. 

"You don't have to be the smartest male. You don't have to be the strongest male. But if you have an alpha male drive, you can find success even when it seams like everything's working against you," I posted the triumphant TikTok from the apartment complex weight room, still in my sweaty tank top, punctuated by a double bicep pose.

I was a modest influencer at 80k followers. My content was a mix of alpha male inspiration, thirst trap bro-gress pics and sexy TikTok dances-of-the-moment. The latter two are why I preferred being tattoo-free. I had body-only nudes floating among countless DMs, so I didn’t want to risk losing sponsorships if any nudes leaked and an internet Sherlock matched them to my TikToks.

I showered and got dressed for work. My sales buzz was so high, I wasn't even bothered by the expectation of a celebratory fuck with Doug. In fact, my balls were looking forward to unloading after the relentless edging and ball crushing by Eli and Cami the night before. I grabbed my protein shake, which by now Doug was having me self-dose with the persuasion drug, and headed out the door. 

My apartment's front steps were occupied by the alley tent's dirty resident doing a fentanyl lean. His unwashed stench made me retch. I grabbed our patio hose and blasted him to shuffle away from our house. He was lucky I hadn't bought bear spray from Amazon yet. If you compared me to him, at such a young age, I was a successful tech worker with a massive physique. He was a disgusting emaciated homeless unemployed junkie. The difference was an alpha male work ethic.

"The Singapore and Dubai deals, back-to-back, have proven your sales skills are unimpeachable," Doug began. "I've fought for you to receive a promotion." 

For the first time since my servitude began many weeks ago, I felt hopeful that, despite bad crypto and NFT investments, I could get out of my drug debt and student loans debt.

"I know you were interested in the manager position but I could only get Senior Account Executive approved." 

This wouldn't get me all the way, financially, but it was still a significant win. I could just focus on the larger deals and wouldn't need to learn the onboarding and analysis stuff. I thanked Doug.

"You sure will. This celebration is going to be special. Your dose today wasn't the adrenaline medication. It's a detox that pharm division cooked up to flush your system clean of any ApolloBiotech pharmaceuticals. You're going to fuck me of your own, chemically free, volition." Doug triggered his office windows to frost to opaque.

I believed him. When he told me to go shirtless, I willingly took off my tie, dress shirt and t-shirt. He asked me to do muscle poses for him. It was weird doing this of my own free-will, like I used happily do for my ex girlfriend Camille. Doug rubbed body oil from thick traps, across my bulging biceps, to my square pecs and capped areolas, down my solid abs settling at my adonis belt. He rubs the erogenous zone with force and my pants became tight with a hard on. He undid my belt and had me step out of my loafers, pants and briefs.

He asked for a lift-and-carry fuck from my swole physique, while lubing my cock and his asshole. Doug perched on his desk to position himself to be entered by me. He wrapped his stubby legs around my hips. I wrapped my bulging arms under his. He wrapped his arms around my thick neck and traps. Training my core, glutes, calves and quads prepared me well for this weird sex march around the VP of Sales' office. Doug's moans of ecstasy, with my dick perfectly angled to hit his prostate, was making me wonder if I was feeling affection for him again. 

Out of half revenge, for the shit he's put me through, and half of generosity, for all the attention he's paid me, I decided to amp up Doug's ecstasy by pinning him against the wall and jack hammering into his pleasure button. He grabbed my chest hair for stabilization. My manly display was a success and Doug's cock shot a load between his doughy torso and my hard abs and pecs. I fucked the cum right out of him hands-free.

In his bliss, Doug drug his hands up my square pecs to my thick neck and held my stubble. He looked into my eyes with tenderness and pressed his lips against mine. My muscles went limp while I did not reciprocate the kiss. 

Despite being blackmailed to do many gay acts with Doug, and sometimes with his husband with Douglas, I was not gay. I didn't kiss Doug back because I was still a straight alpha male.

He looked into my eyes again, but this time with menace. "Kiss me back you son of a bitch," he said hatefully.

This made me snap. I pulled out of him and dropped him on his ass. People could insult me as much as they wanted but no one calls my mom a bitch, not the woman who gave birth to me nor woman who guided my to become a man.

My jock body was detoxed and no one had control of it except for myself. He could keep my tie, dress shirt and briefs to add to his pervy collection of my clothes. I haphazardly dressed in my pants, t-shirt and loafers and stormed out of his office.

"You're done," he spat. 

I left HQ, my pants not even buttoned all the way, not caring what my gawking colleagues thought. Yeah, I was done. I was done being a beta faggot's bitch.