Boss's New Sub - Part One
Story by darkroad61 on 3 Jun 2009
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Ever since I began working for the public relations department, my supervisor has taken more than a passing interest in me. Besides calling special meetings to privately check my work, he has made a point of working out in the company's gym during the same times that I am there. While none of our conversations were ever of a personal nature, I've always felt scrutinized by him. Then, today, seemingly
out of the blue, he calls me into his office on the pretext that there is something urgent that we have to talk about. As I stand before his desk, he turns around to face me and rocks back in his chair. Then he questions me.
'Have you ever sucked another man's cock?'
As a state of shock flows through me, I force out an
feeble reply, 'What? No, sir.'
With my heating pounding and my breathing shallow, he
rocks forward and asks pointedly,
'Ever thought about it?'
Feeling trapped and helpless, I ask, 'Ah, what do you
'Just what I said. Have you ever thought about sucking
'Sir, what has this got to do with my job?'
'Not a thing, and maybe everything. I'm an excellent
judge of character, and I know that you can be trained
to suck my cock. You have the look and the manner
that tells me that you will obey me, that you fear my
authority, and that you will serve me. Now, once
again, have you ever thought about sucking a cock?'
With my thoughts racing, I pause for a moment, and
then blurt out, 'No, sir. I have never thought about
it; I couldn't do it.'
'You're not very convincing; I've seen guys like you
before. You sit at home beating your dick and
thinking about being on your knees, naked, and sucking
a cock. Don't insult me by denying it. Now, what is
it going take to get you to the point where you'll
stick my cock or another man's cock in your mouth?'
'Sir, I don't know.'
'Sure you do. Now come on, tell me what it would take
for you to suck a cock?'
'I-I-I-I'd have to be forced, sir. If I didn't have a
choice, then I would do it.'
Glaring at me, he says, 'You'd have to be forced? You
mean like a slave boy cocksucker?'
When I don't answer, and I lower my eyes to the floor,
he laughs, 'That's what I thought. You would suck my
cock if I made you my personal slave boy.'
With my mind racing and my natural fear of
confrontation welling up inside of me, I stammer,
'Sir, I don't know; I'm not ready for this. Please
don't make me do this.'
In his harshest, dominant tone, he shoots back, 'As I
see it, you don't have a choice. You've admitted to
me that if I order you to suck my cock, or if I force
you to your knees right now, that you would do it.
Would you like to see it on tape? You whole
conversation has been recorded, and I can show it to
you if you like.'
In a moment of resignation, I say, 'No, sir. That
won't be necessary. What do you want me to do?'
Rocking back in his imposing, black leather executive
chair, He laughs as he says, 'You will spend the
weekend at my house. That's all I'm willing to tell
you. If you refuse, I'll be looking at reassigning
'Okay, Sir. I'm totally unprepared for this, but I
don't see that I have a choice.'
'Oh sure you do, but I already know what your really
want! Gather up your things, go home, and rest. I'll
expect you to be a my home promptly at three. I'll
begin your training immediately, and you will remain
with me until Sunday night. Don't pack anything. I
will provide everything you need..'
I keep my eyes down and breathe slowly as he continues
to keep up the pressure. 'I'll be there, Sir,' I said
quietly. As I nervously turn to walk out of the
office, I wonder what I have gotten myself into. How
did he find out about my submissive nature?
Calling me back, he says, 'One more thing.' As I turn
around, he is unbuckling his belt and opening his
pants, 'I want you to get a good look at what's in
store for you.' He hauls out his half-hard cock.
It's a long, heavily veined, thick pole with a reddish
brown mushroom head. Below his cock hangs two, large
'You're going to love licking and sucking my cock and
lathering up my balls, so take a good look and prepare
yourself for this weekend. You've got a lot of work
The humiliating words cut right through me, and with
my head bowed, I struggle to leave the office with
what dignity I have left.
I spend my last hours of freedom in mental torture,
conjuring up all kinds of images and scenarios of me
submitting to my boss. I lay on my bed trying to rest
and prepare myself for the upcoming weekend.
After a couple of hours of distressful sleep, I take
one last look at my home as I start the engine of my
car and drive toward my fate.
When I show up at his house a little before three, I
walk to the front door and see a note hanging from the
door nob. It reads, 'Don't bother ringing the bell; I
let you in when I'm good and ready. In the meantime,
no slave of mine wears close in my presence, so get
naked, now. Put your clothes in the bag and padlock
it. Keep your sneakers. You'll need those.'
The entrance is partially covered by some shrubs, so
if I am careful, I can avoid being seen by anyone
passing by. Since I can still run, I stop and think
for a moment, but a gruff voice yells, thirty seconds,
cunt. Do it now!'
The tone scares me, so I immediately begin removing my
clothing. Once I am naked, I lock the clothes in the
bag and crouch by the door. 'Get on your knees; bow
your head, and put your hands behind your back.' Once
I get in position, I am once again shocked by his
voice. 'You will remain there until a package
arrives. A man will be delivering some of the things
I'll need for this weekend.'
All I can do is groan. Here I am kneeling naked in
front of a guy's house, and I'm about to be approached
by and humiliated by another man. The squeal of the
truck's breaks seals my fate. I hear the footsteps on
the sidewalk and then a laugh. 'Looks like Bill's got
himself another boy. I feel sorry for you. I've seen
him train his slaves, but if you do what he says, you
might survive.' I hear a steel rachet, and without
warning, he jerks on my left wrist and slaps on a
steel cuff. Then he roughly grabs my right wrist and
locks it to my left. After checking them to make sure
they are secure, he laughs again, 'Now he's ready to
see you. Have fun slave boy!'
As his footsteps fade, the front door opens, and I am
confronted by my boss. 'Stand up and get your ass in
here. I want to get started right away.'
I stagger through the door and follow him to the front
room. 'Stand at attention with your legs spread and
listen carefully.' A low, desperate whine escapes my
lips as I realize that I have now reached the point of
no return; he'll train me to his satisfaction, and I
will have nothing to say about it. I am, his captive
even though I put myself in this position without him
first forcing me.
When he is satisfied with my position, he walks all
around me, and I feel his eyes surveying his prey.
Then he walks up to my face and stares directly into
my eyes. 'Don't look away CUNT or I will punish you.'
As he glares at me, he takes my balls in one hand
and my cock in the other. When he begins to massage
me, I let out with a deep groan. He lets go of my
cock and says, 'Feels good doesn't it CUNT! But I
want you to keep your fucking mouth shut.'
Then without warning, he pulls something out from
behind his back and says, 'And now you pay.' Not
daring to look down, I feel him drag several strands
of what feels like leather over my cock and balls.
Then, when he pulls back his arm, I see a small whip
in his fist. Still holding my balls, he viciously
swings the whip at my hard, sensitive cock. When the
leather strikes my flesh, I can't help but scream.
Ohhhh, the pain is terrible, and I try to move away
from him, but he clamps down on my balls and jerks me
back in place yelling, 'I told you to keep your
fucking mouth shut, CUNT! As he squeezes my balls,
tears well up in my eyes as I try desperately to keep
quiet. But the pain is too much and a cry of pain
escapes my lips.
Grabbing me by the jaw, he glares into my eyes and
yells, 'You want this CUNT; otherwise you wouldn't
have come here. Now let's try it again.' He walks
away ordering me not to move. When he returns, he has
a black cloth with him. Wrapping it around my eyes,
he blindfolds me so I cannot see what he is doing.
Once again he takes my cock and balls in his hands and
massages them. The rubbing feels good and my cock
hardens, but I remain quiet. When he takes his hand
off my cock, I take a deep breath anticipating another
slash from his whip. At first he does nothing but
roll my balls around in his hand, and I breathe
quietly. Then the savage blow cuts across my cock
causing me to scream again, and I try to pull away.
I know this angers him, but I cannot take the pain. I
just want to get away. 'Sir, please; I can't take the
pain; let me go; I don't want to do this any longer.'
'What the fuck do you think this is CUNT, a game?
You'll do what I tell you or else. Now I'm tired of
your fucking whining. Stand still.' I hear him walk
away and a drawer open and shut. When he returns to
me, I feel him sliding a harness over my head. Then
he yells, 'Open your fucking mouth CUNT.' When I do,
he shoves a leathery tasting rod into my mouth. It is
thick enough to stretch my mouth wide open and keeps
me from making any sounds but lows moans. 'This will
keep you quiet. Now once again, let's start over.'
My situation is now desperate. I'm naked, handcuffed,
blindfolded, and gagged. I'm under complete control
and unable to escape, yet I don't know that I can
endure his torments. He massages my cock and balls
again, bringing me close to orgasm. When he senses
this, he strikes me with the whip. I cringe, but I
remain silent. He continues his torture for three
more rounds, each one more difficult to endure than
the previous one, but I hold on. My tears have soaked
the blindfold, and I am breathing heavily around the
penis gag. My legs are tired, and I am sweating
profusely, but I keep quiet as ordered.
When he walks away, I am left alone suffering. My
cock is hard but feels like it has been cut to pieces.
I know it will be sore for days, and this only serves
to remind me that I am here as his slave to make sure
he is pleasured and that I am not.