Bryce just looked at him, and then frowned. “You…oh, well…” Bryce flipped through the self-assessment in front of him, “We do seem to be on the same page, Carson, judging from this. Your performance this last review period has been…severely lacking. Look, you said it yourself, right here,” he cleared his throat and started reading from the papers Carson had just handed him, “‘I find being in a leadership position to be extremely stressful, and I lack the confidence to give clear direction. If anything, this promotion has shown me that I am much more suited as a follower than a leader,’ I have to say I agree with you, Carson. You just don’t seem to have it in you to be…in control, and Ollie agrees with me.”
Carson just stared at him for a moment, and then reached over, snatched the assessment back, and read it for himself. He didn’t remember writing that, he couldn’t have written that, and yet…and yet, there it was. He…thought he’d given himself a glowing review, but as he flipped through it, he…he realized everything he’d written about himself was terrible, and worse, as he read it…he found himself remembering writing it–he found himself believing it.
“You put a good face on it, I admit. I take some of the blame for this, you understand, I pushed you too far, before you were ready. I set you up for failure–I thought you could be something you aren’t. Still, this failure is helpful–we can find you a position more in line with your skills and natural aptitude. That said, I’m going to have to take away your team, and that promotion–I already told Aaron he’d take them over tomorrow, after we’re finished here, and I think he will be much more suited to the role of leader than you were.”
Carson knew he should feel…something. Something more than the numbness spreading through his entire body. This couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t. He hadn’t written that, had he? But now that he’d seen it, right there…he couldn’t remember it, all of it. How he’d felt like he was drowning for the last months, how he hadn’t been able to feel…useful, how he knew he was out of his depth, and he was thankful that someone, at least, had seen it. “I’m…I’m sorry, I thought I could do it, I really did.”
“We know.” It was the first thing Ollie had said, and he stood up before continuing, and walked over to the desk, next to where Carson was sitting. “We know you thought you could, but we know what you really are, Carson.”
Bryce nodded, “Yes, Ollie and I have been discussing what your role here should be going forward, and we…admittedly struggled, trying to figure out what skills, exactly, you could offer, because so far, it seems like the only thing you’re really good at is sucking up to me, and brown nosing your way into places you don’t belong. So Ollie and I have decided to give you a little…assessment of our own, and see if we can’t find you something a little more appropriate for your skill set.”
Carson had no idea what Bryce could be talking about, and beside him, Ollie undid the fly of his pants, turned around, dropped them and bent over, pushing his ass into his face. “Go on boy, just do what comes naturally.”
In his mind’s eye, Carson saw himself looking up at Bryce in horror, and storming out, giving some big self-righteous speech. He might not be good at his job, but he certainly wasn’t going to do something like this. But the crack was right there, inches from his face. Carson could smell it, and he leaned closer, sniffing at it, and then, he pushed his face into it and started licking. Tentatively at first, and then more fervently, one hand and then the other finding their way to Ollie’s asscheeks and spreading them apart, letting his tongue get in even deeper.
“What do you think, Ollie? Looks like he’s taking to it.”
“Ha, taking to it? He’s a natural, just like I fucking told you.”
“Fuck Ollie, I should know better than to doubt you–you’re always fucking right.”
Carson looked over at Bryce, desperate and terrified, unable to understand what he was doing, or why they were doing this to him. He kept trying to use his hand to push himself away, but it was like they were misinterpreting the signals from his brain. He would push, and his hands would spread, knead Ollie’s cheeks, and his tongue would dig a little deeper into his dirty hole. Finally, Ollie stepped forward and stood back up. “Passed the first test–why don’t you see about the suck up part, Bryce?”
His boss came around the desk, to Carson’s other side, his cock already out and hard. Again, Carson couldn’t stop himself, and he took it in his mouth, sucking eagerly, while Bryce and Ollie just laughed and chuckled, proud of themselves for finding just the right sort of job Carson would be good for–the office’s official brownnoser.
Two hours later, Aaron had already moved into Carson’s old office, and Carson was in there with him, apologizing. After all, he had never been suited for a leadership role here–no, he had figured out his place now, and that was making sure all of his betters in the office had the cleanest assholes, and had their cocks sucked promptly, whenever they needed it. In his head, Carson was horrified, and kept trying to put the breaks on, but when Aaron finally came down his throat and sent him away, he retreated to his new cubicle, and masturbated right there, thinking about how…good Aaron’s hole had tasted. He came, spraying cum on his shirt, and then got up. Maybe…maybe he’d just ask around a bit, or hang around the bathroom, and see if anyone else needed a little brownnosing. It’s what he was there for, right?
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