Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2006 07:55:28 -0800 (PST) From: John Roberts Subject: The Boss's New Sub - Part One (Authoritarian) This is a story that finds a male confronted by his boss who discovers his submissiveness and is determined to enslave him. If you are offended by Master/slave sex, then go elsewhere; otherwise enjoy the my wild imaginings. Master Billie Bear demanded that I submit this part of my story to the Nifty files, and I am ordered to ask if other Masters would like to give this sub further direction and demands. darkroad53@yahoo.com 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 mean, sir?" "Just what I said. Have you ever thought about sucking a cock?" "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 you." "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 hairy balls. "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 to do." 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. End of Part One.