The Reassignment

The door clicked shut and locked behind him as soon as he walked in. The lobby was silent. Tyler checked his phone again to make sure. Fourth floor. Suite 407. 

No one greeted him at suite 407, though it was clear there had once been a receptionist. A small stack of mail was piling up on the counter. The directions in the email told him to wait until 4 pm. He was three minutes early. He waited.

It was only last week that Craig, the district manager, asked Tyler if he would consider a transfer. Someone must have noticed him editing his resume or sneaking away for interviews. Four years was a long time for a first job after college. Maybe it was time to spread his wings. Get to know the other side of the business.

4:00 arrived and Tyler's phone buzzed. A text from one of those weird five digit numbers. "Take off your jacket and hang it in the closet," it read, "we will be with you shortly." He complied and sat back down. And waited.

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes until the next buzz. "We are ready for you."

"The northwest branch operates a little differently than we do," Craig had warned. "You might find them a little strange, but I'm sure you can double your take home if you do a good job out there."

Double. That would let him live without roommates. And upgrade the car that was on the verge of falling apart. He could deal with weird. Nothing in eight pages of waivers could worry him with that kind of money on the line.

"Walk down the left corridor." the text continued. He complied and noticed a series of arrows appear on screens embedded in the walls. One directed him to leave his shoes in a bin outside of a door. Another 30 doors passed and a sign directed him to stop. The door slid open and Tyler stepped in to find a bed. And a camera. And on the screen "please sit on the bed."

This was very strange. But the money would be good. Better money than sifting through data all day.

He sat. The camera turned on and the screen sprang to life. 

"Take off your shirt."

He was confused, but he complied. Behind him, the door locked.

In the corner of the screen he noticed a new box "Your shift ends," it read. But the time couldn't be right. Surely he wasn't expected to be here for twelve hours. That wasn't part of the deal.

"Take off your pants."

This was too far. "I need to speak to someone," he called out. "What is my job?"

On the screen appeared a copy of his signature. And above it, an agreement.

"Take off your pants."

This couldn't be right. He needed to leave. He tried the door and the handle jolted him with a shock.

"Take off your pants."

The room had no other way out. He took off his pants. 

Suddenly, the screen changed. Short phrases scrolled across the screen. "Handjob twink." "First blowjob." "Gagging." "Nipple tease."

It stopped and "nipple tease" glowed. A feather appeared on a table next to the camera. Tyler picked it up and looked at the camera and at the screen. Was this it? Was this what he was sent here to do?

He started slowly, gingerly. The feather danced around his nipple as it hardened. "Who is watching this?" he called out. "Nipple tease" glowed redder on the screen. He put down the feather and rubbed his nipples slowly in circles, then harder. Minutes passed and the scroll began again. "Monster cock anal." "Bondage gangbang." "Fisting."

The scroll landed on "vibrator play," and Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. He could do this. His cock was starting to wake up from the parade of lewd keywords moving across the screen.

A large, vibrating wand rose from the floor next to the bed and he picked it up. The words glowed, "vibrator play," and he turned it on. Even low was more powerful than he expected and he touched it to his heavy balls, still nestled in his boxers. For the first time since walking in the room, he started to feel good.

The screen beeped. A new word. "Nude vibrator play." No boxers. Fine. He teased his balls and 7" sprang to life. He moved the vibrator up his shaft, slowly up and down just underneath the head. On low, he could keep from cumming too fast, even though it had been a few days.

"Beep." What now? A sliding indicator bar on the side. High to low. It was creeping up towards high and the vibrator was responding in kind. He took it off his cock and tried vibrating his thigh instead.

"Beep." Wait, that can't be right. The timer had reversed direction and added an hour to his time. He had displeased the machine. Fine. He would play on high. He put the toy back on his cock and massaged his balls. The three day load was welling up inside them and his rigid cock was tensing up. He slowed his breathing and got ready.

And the vibrations stopped. Right at the edge. And now a new direction.

"We will tell you when to cum."

Who were they? Why was he here?

The scroll started up again. "Triple penetration." "Forced enema." "Chastity." "Anal revenge." On it went.

And for the first time, Tyler realized that the walls holding him in weren't really walls. Light started to emanate from both sides. These were windows. He wasn't alone!

On his left, a young man of maybe 18 or 19 was in a similar room. He was naked, on all fours, with a spotlight illuminating his 9 inches of tan meat. His dark hair hung in a shag over his face, but Tyler could see that he was in pain. No, that wasn't quite right. He was in desperation. His enormous cock was straining and pulsing and he was bucking his hips fiercely. Why doesn't he just jack off?

Then Tyler noticed the young man's screen. "Orgasm denial." His hands were handcuffed behind his back. A tiny vibrator buzzed just below his cock head. The camera captured it all.

Tyler was so enamored with all of this that he didn't even notice the changes in his own room. The vibrator was gone. The feather was gone. And, to his right, three young men were standing on the other side of the glass. No hair covered their faces. They were hungry.

The screen beeped. The scroll stopped. "Prison gangbang."

Two doors slid open.