The man who stepped inside didn’t bother looking at him as he came in, and it wasn’t until he was a few steps in that he looked up, saw Perrion behind his desk, and looked at him with a bit of confusion. “What are you doing here? They told me that this office was empty.”
Perrion didn’t quite know how to reply. Well, he knew how he should reply to someone interrupting his work, especially someone like…this. He wasn’t…anyone. No one important, at least. Just a contractor coming in to do some grunt work, either some cleaning, or painting, or whatever it was grubby, stupid men like this did to make their days pass, and pretend to be a contributor to a society rapidly outpacing them. They’d all be replaced with robots soon enough–hell, most of them already had been in a lot of other places. But he wasn’t quite able to produce his usual confident disdain, and instead, he just muttered, “I mean…this is my office.”
The man looked at him, and just laughed. A very long laugh, like Perrion had told a marvelously original joke. “You? In an office like this? Yeah fucking right.”
“No, I mean, really.”
“Shut up and get the fuck out of here, so I can work. This ain’t your office.”
Perrion just stared at the man, unable to believe the gall of him telling him what to do. “I…No, I have work to do.”
“Yeah?” the man said, and walked up to him at his desk where Perrion was sitting, and then kept coming, looming over him. He was…big. Very big, and he…smelled. He smelled like a man who hadn’t bothered showering in a few days, he smelled…good. Real good. He raised a hand to his mouth, but not soon enough to stifle the moan that slipped from between his lips. He tried to tear his eyes away from the man’s crotch, which was now a mere foot away, from him, and up to his eyes–he had to try and meet his eyes, he had to–but he couldn’t. “Maybe you do have some work to do in here after all. Can you think of something a loser like you might be good at?”
“Y-Yes sir, I can sir…if you want me to.”
“Let’s see if that worthless mouth of yours can do something better than talk.”
His hands fumbled with the man’s fly, and Perrion tried desperately to stop himself, but that…buzzing was back, and everything felt like it was stuck on rails. The smell only got stronger, and when his cock was finally free, Perrion felt his mouth water, and he was drooling onto his suit like a fucking whore…but he wanted it. He wanted this man’s cock, he needed it. This man…deserved to be treated well, just like all men, wasn’t that right?”
The taste was foul, but Perrion didn’t mind it. If anything, it made him feel…privileged, that he was getting to clean this man’s filthy cock, in addition to giving him pleasure. His blow job was meager–he wasn’t exactly experienced in giving them, and the man had to smack him around a few times whenever he made a mistake, like not using enough slobber, or when he grazed the shaft with his teeth, but it was good enough for the man to reward him with a load of cum shot across his face, which the man rubbed into his cheeks, chin and nose, telling him it looked good on him, and that it was about time they got to work.
Perrion didn’t quite know what the man meant, but another sharp smack sorted him out. This wasn’t just any man, after all, this was his Boss, and they had work to do, together–or rather, Perrion was going to do as much of the work as he could, while Boss “supervised” from the chair at the desk, boots up, just watching Perrion work, and work up a sweat as he painted one of the walls, and replaced a couple of ceiling tiles–the sort of grunt work that a stupid, worthless, meek piece of shit could manage to do. When he finished, they moved onto another empty office and repeated the procedure, and if he did well…then Perrion got a reward. Another load from Boss’s cock, or the pleasure of cleaning his feet and his pits–or even eating out his crusty ass. Perrion hadn’t noticed his suit morphing into a filthy set of coveralls, or the patchy beard filling in across his face, or the fact that his once sizable cock was now just a couple of inches long. He was too focused on Boss, on making sure he was doing his best work, and his best to please his superior.
The day flew by, and soon enough, it was quitting time. Perrion found himself out on the sidewalk with Boss, and suddenly…he didn’t know what he was doing. He’d lost all of his old memories of work in the course of the program–as far as this version of him knew, he’d never not been a worthless maintenance man–but beyond work…who was he? He looked up at Boss, needing guidance, and the burly man just looked down at him, and said…
What sort of after work activity should Perrion get involved in?
- Servicing Boss and his friends at the bar.
- He has to get home to serve his Master.
- He has a second job working at a sex club nearby, as a gimp.
Polls will go live in a few minutes in the usual places.
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