An open ended, multipart story following the various tales of a business that has been taken over by a new CEO. However, the men working there soon discover that with new leadership, it is going to be anything but business as usual for them.
Last updated: 10/14/2019
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Part 1 – Healthy Competition
“Sir…it’s about…my boss. About Richard Evans. I know we’ve never spoken before, and I want to thank you for seeing me, and hearing me out. I know you’re promoting him to vice president, but…but I think there’s some things you need to know about him, first.”
Kyle squirmed a bit in his seat, wondering if the older man across from him was going to say anything at all. The man in question was Gary Olson–the rather enigmatic CEO who had recently acquired the company where Kyle worked as a software engineer. Why Mr. Olson had acquired them, his plans for the company–everything was in the dark, aside from a cryptic letter the entire staff had received a few weeks before, announcing the shift in leadership. Kyle hadn’t even set eyes on him until this moment, and he wasn’t quite the sort of man he was expecting. He was…short, and a bit squat. Fat, with a heavy second chin obscuring the knot of his tie. Balding. Not very…commanding, and yet his eyes…were chilling somehow. Stone grey, and he didn’t quite seem to blink as often as a normal person. He hadn’t stopped staring at Kyle the entire time he’d been here, and he was already beginning to wonder if this was a good idea or not…but he had to say something, didn’t he? After the things Richard had…been doing to him, lately?
He supposed he had waited long enough–Mr. Olson was still silent, and so Kyle figured he might as well just say it. “He’s been harassing me, sir. Sexually. Since about the time his promotion was announced in my department. I…He was never like that before, but…I didn’t even know he was gay, but it’s like…the power went to his head. One day he was fine, and then the next…”
Mr. Olson reacted, at last, and leaned forward, elbows on his desk, still gazing at Kyle with those stony eyes. “I see–that is a serious accusation to make against a member of our staff.”
“I know sir,” Kyle said, “But it’s the truth.”
“What has he done, Mr. Porter? Please be specific–spare me no detail. I want to hear it in your own words, if you would please,” Mr. Olson smiled then…but it did not seem particularly kind, or like it was meant to help put him at ease. It just made Kyle even more nervous.
“Uh…well, the first…” He gulped, looked to the door for a moment, and then back at the CEO staring him down. “It was the day after I heard about it. He came by my cubicle, and I congratulated him, and…and he leaned over me, and whispered some…awful stuff in my ear, and while he did, he reached down into my lap and groped my…crotch.”
“What did he say?” Mr. Olson asked.
“I…It was…sexual and…I don’t know if–”
“I need details, Mr. Porter. Please be specific.”
“He told me…he told me that he was going to have a personal little piggy once he became VP, and that he’d decided that the piggy was going to be…me. That I was going to be his little fuckpig, his dirty little pig whore, that he was going to fuck me over the side of his desk, and…and I was going to beg and snort for it like a good little beast…”
Kyle gave a grunt, and realized, to his horror, that one of his hands had found its way into his pants, and was currently milking his cock, right there in front of the CEO, while he recounted how his boss had talked dirty to him. His face turned bright red, and he pulled his hand free–Mr. Olson just smiled a little wider as he did.
“Did you like it, when he called you a pig?”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Did you like it, Mr. Porter, when Mr. Evan’s called you a pig? It looked like, for a second there, that you were almost enjoying yourself.”
“I…I’m sorry sir, maybe…maybe this was a mistake, I…I think I should go–”
“I’m afraid that I would much rather hear more about how Mr. Evan’s has been treating you, Mr. Porter, but first–please stand up from that chair.”
Kyle slowly stood up, not sure what was going on.
“Take off your clothes, please.”
“I don’t…excuse me, sir?” Kyle said, but he noticed something odd–that while he didn’t want his hands to do it…they were already unbuttoning his shirt down the front. He tried to make them stop, or even just slow down, but they were operating without him directing them, somehow. “I don’t…why can’t I–”
“Stop talking–and just strip.”
Kyle’s mouth glued itself shut, and his hands kept undoing his clothes in front of the CEO, Kyle trying to get a grip on himself and what he was doing, but more and more, it all just felt like some fucked up dream he had somehow wandered into. He tried pinching himself, but it had no effect–he dropped his shirt on the floor, took off his shoes, dropped his pants and underwear, and then he was naked, shaking slightly, horrified at what he was doing and unable to understand why he was doing it at all. He went to sit back down in the chair, but Mr. Olson shook his head. “No, stay standing, and tell me what else Mr. Evan’s has been doing to you, that made you so uncomfortable.”
“Well, he…he whispered all those things to me, and I told him to stop, that it wasn’t appropriate, and he…he showed me his cock, sir.”
“Just showed it to you?”
“He…made me suck him off.”
“He made you suck him off–just like that? How did he make you do it? Did you yell for help?”
“Did you try and get away?”
“At first sir, but…”
But he’d liked it. He could feel Richard’s hand around his throat, squeezing until he saw stars, his mouth popping open, and he swallowed his boss’s cock, and…and he’d liked it. The taste of it, the feel of it. He’d felt…ashamed that he’d liked it, but it didn’t change the facts, did it?
“Why is your cock getting hard, Mr. Porter? Are you thinking about how much you liked his cock? Did you really come in here today to complain, Mr. Porter, or is there something else you’d like to tell me? Something you’d like to ask?”
“That’s…that’s not all he’s done sir, it got worse. It got…worse today, especially, please…I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why I’m doing this…I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be his…his pig sir, please…”
Mr. Olson leaned back in his chair, one hand in his crotch, massaging his own cock, while he stared at Kyle on the other side, completely naked, chubby, his three inch cock at perfect attention. Still…there was something there that was appealing to Gary–Kyle would make a good pig for the rest of the office, just as Mr. Evans had suggested, but maybe…well, he’d have to press him a little more, see what he thought of him himself. “What happened today then? Spare me no details, Mr. Porter.”
Kyle gulped, unable to believe he was going to say this. He didn’t even really have words for it himself, he was still so…horrified, at what what Richard had done, at what…at what he’d allowed him to do to him. “I…I was in the bathroom. I had to piss,” he said, and swallowed. “I had to piss, and I think…he saw he go in, because I was at the urinal when he came in behind me, and he told me that, as the boss, he needed to piss first. I didn’t know what to do, so I moved out of the way of the urinal, but he…he shoved me down, onto my knees, got his cock out, and pushed the head into my mouth, and he…he pissed down my throat, sir. He fed me his piss, right there in the bathroom. I…I felt so fucking dirty sir, like a dirty fucking pig, but I was so afraid someone would see me, would…would, I don’t know…I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t stop myself, like…I have to do what he says. He’s doing something to me. He’s in my head! I wasn’t…this fat, before, and my cock was bigger, and…and I feel like I’m going crazy sir, you have to believe me! This isn’t normal. He told me…told me I was going to be his personal urinal from now on, and he’d…I’d have to eat out his ass too, after he shits, and…and then he fucked me. He fucked me right there, at the urinal, plowed me so hard, and my little pig cock fucking exploded all over the dirty urinal, and he made me lick it up while he laughed.”
Mr. Olson just sat there, in the silence after that, groping himself, and smiling at Kyle across from him. “And you just let him do all of that to you? He did all that, and you still came like a little dirty pig?”
Kyle gulped, and nodded in shame.
“Mr. Olson stood up from his chair, and came around to where Kyle was standing. “You still thirsty pig?” he asked, “You wanna drink my piss too? Eat out my ass? Beg me to fuck that fat, piggy hole of yours for a while? Is that why you came in here, telling me all of this? You want me to get all horny for that fat ass of yours, is that it?”
“No–No sir, please don’t…I don’t want this!”
Mr. Olson stepped closer to him, eye to eye, and stared right into Kyle. His eyes…fuck, they were so intense, that Kyle didn’t want to keep his gaze, but he couldn’t look away, and after a moment, Mr. Olson stepped back. “Well, maybe you’re right. You’re a willful one, I’ll give you that. I don’t know if Evans properly vetted you for the position. Maybe we should have him come in, and we can see about this together.”
“What…what do you mean, sir?”
“Well, I’m recruiting a team of vice presidents from the company that can…really help me take things in a new direction. Evans gave me an impressive interview, and when he told me you would be a perfect pig, I trusted him to make the choice. Seeing you here though, I’m not so sure myself,” Mr. Olson went to his phone, and called his secretary, asking him to get Mr. Evans in for an urgent meeting.
Kyle went to grab his clothes, nervous about his boss, and harasser, seeing him naked here with the CEO, but Mr. Olson gave him a sharp slap on the ass when he did.
“No need for pretense here, Mr. Porter–just wait and be patient.”
Mr. Olson sat back down, and Kyle stood there, worried, wondering how all of this had become so strange so quickly. It was only a few minutes before the door opened, and Richard Evans entered the office as well, looking from Mr. Olson to Kyle and back again a couple of times, wondering what all of this was about.
“I’m glad you could join us, Richard,” Mr. Olson said, “Mr. Porter here came to me with some concerns about your conduct towards him as of late–and listening to him, I’ve found myself reconsidering some of the decisions I’ve made so far, since assuming control of the company.”
“I don’t…understand what you mean, sir,” Richard said.
“Well, I worry I offered you a position as my VP before you were properly vetted. After all, I can’t just have pigs wandering into my office, making complaints, now can I? I’m a very busy man, as you know, and the fact that you have not been able to resolve this on your own has me questioning whether you are fit for the role. In fact, given Mr. Porter’s substantial willpower, and the fact that some part of him even understands what you are doing to him, I find myself…sympathetic.”
“Please, can someone just…tell me what’s going on?” Kyle asked, “Why…why are you doing this to us?” he asked Mr. Olson, but the CEO ignored him.
“I was just taking my time sir, is all. I’ll have him broken by the end of work today.”
“Oh yes, one of you will be broken, most certainly–that’s why you are both here, after all. But there’s nothing better for a business than a little healthy competition, both inside and outside,” Mr. Olson said. “Evans–please strip, if you’d be so kind.”
“Sir, this really isn’t necessary–”
“I said strip!”
Evans grimaced, but did as he was told, adding his own suit to the pile, where Kyle had set his own clothes. He was older, in his mid 40’s, but built solid. Kyle didn’t know if he had started going to the gym, but he seemed…thick, and commanding, and…and had he changed too, in the midst of all of this? Kyle focused, trying to remember who his boss had been before the takeover…who he’d been, as well, but it was so hard to remember anything clearly before Mr. Olson had been here, running everything. He was certainly in better shape than Kyle–taller, more muscular, a bigger cock…Kyle forced himself to tear his eyes away from it–he couldn’t afford to be distracted, not right now.
“Here’s what we are going to do,” Mr. Olson said. “The two of you are going to settle this, here and now. One of you is going to be my new VP, and the other is going to be the office pig. It matters very little to me, who ends up as what, but I suspect it makes a great difference to you both.”
“You can’t be serious sir!” Richard said, “After everything I did, you still doubt me?”
“Now is your chance to set my doubts to rest, Richard–show me you have what it takes. Don’t let this pig squirm his way out of your control anymore.”
Richard looked at Kyle then, and was unprepared for the loathing in his eyes. Kyle looked to Mr. Olson, but the CEO showed no real interest in his plight, or in his understanding of it. Then, Richard was on him, one big hand around his throat, squeezing down, reducing Kyle’s breath to a wheeze.
“You stupid fucking pig–you thought you could, what, step in here, and that he was going to do something to help you?” Richard said, and laughed, “You still don’t fucking get any of this–he’s in charge now, and we’re all going to be on top, or we’re going to be on the bottom–and there’s a whole lot less room on top, trust me. I’m not about to let you fuck this up for me, you fucking understand? No dirty, stupid, worthless fucking cock sucking, piss swilling pig is going to ruin this!”
Kyle gave a snort, tried to squeeze out an apology, tried to beg, but Richard just scowled at him. “How about you apologize to my pits, pig–let’s start there.”
Richard’s hand shifted from around his throat to the back of his head, he raised an arm up, and shoved Kyle’s face into the musky armpit. It wasn’t the first time Kyle had cleaned them out for his boss, in the last few weeks, and he was so scared, he just started licking like he was supposed to, tasting Richard’s sweat…but his mind was racing, trying to pull away, trying to figure out what to do about all of this. He…he had a chance here. He could feel Mr. Olson’s eyes burning into him, looking for something inside him. Why hadn’t he just dominated him earlier? It was clear that Mr. Olson could have made him do…anything, but he hadn’t. And now, he was in a fight he barely understood…but if he lost, well, he’d be drinking a lot more piss in the future, that was for sure.
But what could he do? He…he was just a pig, wasn’t he? He licked a little harder, giving a small snort, feeling his cock bounce a bit as he did. Richard…did taste good. He wondered if Mr. Olson tasted the same…maybe…maybe he’d get to find out. One hand rubbed his belly, certain he could feel it growing a bit larger, and that was what made him pull away from Richard and look down. Sure enough–his gut was larger than it had been–he was still changing!
Richard just sneered at him, and Kyle backed away again, wanting to put more space between them. How could he do this? He was shorter than Richard. Fatter. Weaker in…in every possible way. He was supposed to service him, wasn’t he? He shook his head–those weren’t his thoughts–what had Mr. Olson said? He’d called him ‘willful’. He wasn’t going to be able to fight him and beat him–Kyle knew that, but maybe…maybe he could out think him. Richard had never been the smartest fellow after all–even before this, he’d had a reputation for stealing other people’s ideas, always sucking up to his bosses. Kyle was smarter than him. If he was changing, becoming more like a pig after smelling his pits–then maybe Richard could change too. What he had to do was drag Richard down to his level. He who lies with pigs…well, something like that. If Kyle didn’t lose his wits first, of course. It was now or never, he supposed, and so he charged into Richard hard enough to knock them both to the floor, where they started to wrestle for dominance.
Of course, Richard was in much better condition–Kyle knew that. This wouldn’t be a test of strength, but he knew it was important that Richard thought it was. And so, Kyle focused on his keeping his head on the prize, doing everything he could to get them both sweaty, and musky, pushing Richard’s face towards his own pits, towards his crotch, and he noticed, sure enough, that Richard was changing slightly. Getting a little pudgier, his eyes a little more wild and eager. More than once, he managed to force Richard into his pits, and the older fellow gave them a lick or two before shaking himself out of it, and doing his best to get control back from Kyle–but it was clear it was wearing on him. Richard hadn’t noticed what was happening, but from the grin Kyle could see on Mr. Olson’s face, it was clear the CEO knew exactly what was going on.
Kyle almost lost it, a couple of times. Once, when Richard pinned him down, shoving his musky cock in his face…and Kyle couldn’t stop himself–he took it in his mouth and started sucking on it while Richard laughed and snorted in glee, thinking for a moment that he might have won. It was close. Kyle was exhausted, both in body and mind. It would be easier to just give in, let the pig have control, let Richard have control, let Gary have control. But part of him still refused–and when Richard started pissing in his mouth, in an effort to break him, Kyle held some in his mouth, pulled off his cock, and sprayed Richard’s piss back in his face.
Richard was furious–but the fury didn’t help him. He started getting careless. Kyle could manipulate him, told him how much he wanted to be Richard’s pig, got him to start…tasting him. Spending more time in his pig’s pits, licking his big gut, grinding them together, tasting the piss in his lips…didn’t he want to taste more? Richard stood up, leering, eyes wild, and started pissing all over Kyle on the floor–but then he just got down and started licking it off of him, grunting and snorting, Kyle eventually feeding him his own piss right from the tap. It was after that, his gut bloated with piss, mind reeling, that Richard realized what was happening. He looked down at himself–and saw he was almost as much a pig at this point as Kyle.
“You…you fucking pig! What the fuck did you do to me?” he shouted at him, and then turned on Mr. Olson. “You piece of shit–this is what you fucking meant?”
The CEO just shrugged. “I don’t see anything wrong with two men competing for a position in my company. I consider it healthy.”
Kyle stood up too–and figured that if he didn’t act now, he was going to be too exhausted to go through with it. After all, while he’d dragged Richard down far, he’d fallen himself–he was over 300 pounds, cock hard as a button, and there was a beast in him clawing at his mind, trying to tear down the walls, desperate to submit to these…men, these men who were superior to him, the pig, in every way. He tackled Richard and got him on the floor again–but now, his weight was to his advantage–pinning the older man was much easier now, and without thinking too hard about it, he swung around, and planted his ass right on Richard’s face.
Richard squirmed and pounded on Kyle’s ass, but he was too heavy–he couldn’t move him, and Kyle just heaved for breath after the exertion. “Make me a pig, you fucks? Fuck you! Eat it, you fucking piece of shit, eat out my piggy hole, and let’s see how you like it!”
Richard stopped fighting after a moment, there were a series of grunts, and then he started licking–and then probing, and then he was lost, grunting and snorting and chewing at Kyle’s hole, one hand reaching down to start toying with his own cock in excitement, his belly swelling under Kyle’ pushing him up slightly as Richard continued to grow. At last, it happened–Richard’s cock exploded in a massive load, and Kyle could almost hear the man’s mind shatter to bits under his fat ass. When Kyle stood up and looked down at him, Richard’s eyes were empty, face coated in sweat and the scum from Kyle’s ass. “Oh fuck sir, thank you sir, for letting this pig service you, can…can I taste it some more? Or some of your *grunt* piss? Or you wanna fuck me? Fuck my piggy hole sir, make this hog squeal like a fucking sow!”
Richard said, and rolled over, ass high, shaking it in Kyle’s direction and grunting, but Kyle just backed away–not at all interested in it. He’d won–he’d won, and now…now he was going to get put back to normal, right? But one look in the eyes of the CEO told him that this meeting was far from over.
Part 2 – A Leadership Test
“There’s your fucking pig,” Kyle said, looking over at Mr. Olson, “Now fucking change me back. I fucking quit. You’re fucking insane.”
“Quit? Why would you do that?” Gary asked, and turned towards him in the chair, “You just earned yourself a promotion, after all. How does it feel, Mr. Vice President of Operations?”
“Fuck you, I said I fucking quit!”
“Mr. Porter, I can understand that you’re likely feeling a bit frustrated and tired after your ordeal, but before you make any irrational decisions, why don’t you sit down there? We should take a moment to discuss your future in my company.”
Unable to stop himself, Kyle took the chair across from Gary, and the CEO admired him for a little longer. He could see it, that will, under Kyle’s fat body, under his stink, under his musk. Even with all of that trying to snuff it out, it was right there. He would have to craft a grand vessel for it–once the two of them came to a proper understanding.
“Why don’t we take a moment, and just relax,” Gary said, and stood up from his desk, walked over to a little cabinet, from which he pulled out a small box, a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses. “You don’t mind your whiskey neat, do you, Kyle?”
It was the first time Mr. Olson had referred to Kyle by his first name, and the sound was jarring somehow, like he wasn’t quite prepared for it. “I think…I think I would rather just leave, Sir. Just…Just change me back into who I was, and…and I won’t tell anyone about any of this, I promise.”
“Neat it is, then,” Gary said, ignoring his request to leave, and pouring him a half glass of whiskey. Then he opened the box, pulled out two sizable cigars–clipped them, and brought it all over to his desk. He took one of the cigars and lit it, the other one resting in front of Kyle–it and the whiskey untouched.
“Well go on man, it won’t bite you,” Gary said around his own cigar.
“I don’t smoke, and I don’t feel comfortable drinking around you. I just want to leave, sir.”
“Now there’s no need to be rude, Kyle–we’re going to be entering a partnership here, of sorts, and I want you to be comfortable here with me. Very few people get to share time with me like this, you understand that, right? And if you haven’t noticed, I am not one to take no for an answer.”
Gary took a drag off his cigar, pushed out a thick plume right into Kyle’s face–he tried to cough and wave it away, but the smoke forced its way into him, down into his lungs, clinging to his face, and when he could finally gasp for breath–Kyle could feel that something inside him had changed. Looking at the cigar in front of him…he didn’t just want it, he needed it. He grabbed it, hands shaking, and lit it with the lighter Gary handed him, taking a deep drag and immediately inhaling the smoke deep, feeling that…clawing desperating settle slightly. “You’re a real fucking piece of shit, you know that Sir?” Kyle said.
“Have a drink, Kyle. Enjoy yourself. You won! You should be celebrating,” Gary said, still smiling. “You can either enjoy it, or you can need it–the choice is up to you.”
Kyle picked up the glass and took a sip–a small one, but he did it, and then set it back on the desk.
“You know, I had a feeling about you, when you came in here,” Gary said, “I’ve been in business long enough that I can feel a guy out in a few moments, and I could tell that Richard hadn’t chosen well at all, when he picked you. He picked you because he didn’t like you, and he didn’t like you because he felt threatened by you. But what he didn’t do, was pick you because you would bend.” Gary paused for a moment, and beckoned the pig around the desk. Richard went to him and sat next to him on the floor, Gary stroking his greasy hair, while Richard looked up at the CEO lovingly. “You don’t bend easily. You wouldn’t have made it here if you were meant to bend at all. I knew, as soon as I brought Richard in here and felt the two of you together, that you would win, one way or another. But just because you don’t bend easily, doesn’t mean I can’t…break you instead.”
The word…hurt. It hurt in a way that Kyle couldn’t quite explain. In his head, but also in his soul. Something deep twisted up for a moment, and then snapped back, leaving him reeling, even though…nothing had actually happened to him, that he could actually point to. He grabbed the glass, and drank half of it down, wiping his mustache and beard off on his arm, feeling his hand shake a bit. “What…what the fuck was that?”
“Oh, I nearly broke you, is all. Nearly broke your mind into little pieces, left you as a drooling, stupid fucktoy I’d probably install down in the basement as a cumdump and urinal for the rest of the company.” Gary hadn’t stopped stoking Richard’s head as he spoke, the pig still looking up at him with such glee in his new position, it was hard for Gary to remember that only a few hours ago, he had been the man tormenting him in the bathroom. “I don’t like breaking men, Kyle. It’s wasteful. But as you are, a man who won’t bend, you can only be one of two things–you can be loyal to me, and serve me, and obey my every command–and in return, I will give you a dominion you can hardly imagine. Or, you can refuse, and I will break you, and you will no longer exist. A shame, of course, but you would hardly be the first. I might even let this one try again for your position, if you are so foolish as to refuse my offer here.” Gary took a moment, turned to Richard on his knees beside him, and tilted his head back, opening the pig’s mouth, taking his cigar, and rolling the end on his tongue, dropping the hot ash there. Richard held it there for a moment, squirming, until Gary gave him a nod, and then he closed his mouth and swallowed it down.
Watching that all happen, there was something inside Kyle that he wasn’t expecting–sudden rush at the sight of Richard being so degraded. It took him a moment that Gary was looking at him, still smiling.
“I felt that, you know,” Gary said.
“How much you enjoyed watching that,” Gary said, rubbing Richard’s head again. “You hate him, don’t you? Before all of this, you detested him. Think about everything he’s done to you over the last while–he wanted to ruin you, you know, and look at him now. Just a little, stupid, horny pig.” Gary slapped Richard across the face then, hard enough to send the pig to the floor. “A stupid, idiot pig–that’s all that’s left, but he’s still in there, a bit of him. He knows perfectly well what’s happened to him, how far he’s fallen, but he can’t do anything about it–you have no idea how angry he is, that it was you who ruined him in the end.”
Kyle watched Richard push himself up from the floor of the office, and get back to his knees, head bowed. Was there really something left of him in there? He found himself hoping there was. He…wanted to hurt him–did he really want that? He was angry, that much he knew, but could he do something like that, really? He looked away, and saw that Gary was studying him across the desk.
“How about this, Mr. Porter. Let’s make a deal. I want you to punish this pig. Hard. I want you to punish this pig so hard that he cums from the sheer exquisite torment of it. If you do that for me, and you still do not want to assist me in my business here, then so be it–I’ll restore you, and allow you to walk away from here with no memory of any of this. It will all be just a bad dream. But if you enjoy it–if you cum too, from the sheer enjoyment of abusing this filthy pig–then you’re mine, understand? Forever. And if you fail to make him cum–then I will break you into nothing more than a cumdump, even for pigs like him.”
Kyle thought he saw Richard’s ears perk up at that last note there–he didn’t know if it was going to be easy. Then again, had any of this been easy so far? He didn’t exactly have much of a choice, in any case. “Fine–I accept. I’ll beat the stupid pig.”
“Excellent–then may I direct you to my cabinet? You can select your tools from there.”
Mr. Olson pointed to a tall cabinet against the wall that Kyle hadn’t noticed earlier–he wasn’t even sure if it had been there at all. He got up from the chair, finished his whiskey, and then went over, still smoking his cigar, and opened the doors. Inside was a wide assortment of instruments–paddles and floggers, dildos and clamps, gags and rope. He didn’t really know what to do with any of it–but he selected a paddle first, and walked back to where the pig was kneeling. He grabbed him by the hair, hauled him up with a snort, and threw him over the side of the desk, and slammed the paddle into the pig’s ass–but the pig barely reacted, aside from a little snort.
A bit dismayed, he hit the pig again, harder this time, but again, the pig barely reacted. He hit him again, even harder, and this time there was more than a snort–the pig was laughing at him.
Fucking laughing at him! In a rage, he plucked the cigar from his hand, and slammed the burning end down on the pig’s shoulder, making his squeal in pain, and as soon as he realized what he’d done, Kyle stepped back, horrified at himself, watching the burn heal almost immediately, leaving behind a small, circular scar on the pig’s back.
“Good, very good. He felt that one for sure,” Gary said, “the others…well, I’d say you lack strength, I suppose. Pigs can have a very tough hide you see–heals quickly too. They’re designed to take a beating in some very rough circumstances. I’m not sure your…current frame is really suited to the task–I could always help you out, if you ask, however.”
“Thanks, but I’m good,” Kyle said, “I’ve had you fucking with me too much already.”
Gary just shrugged. Kyle went back to the closet, retrieved a flogger this time, one with the ends tied up in knots, and started swinging it at the pigs ass–it got a few satisfying grunts from him, but the tool was heavy, and Kyle was already feeling a bit winded. He looked down, and saw the pig wasn’t even hard. How in the hell was he going to do this? This was a different sort of challenge from before–that had been…endurance. This was something else entirely. He let the whip drop, breathing hard, sweating all over, and the pig looked back at him over his shoulder. Not laughing, just…curious. Looking at that fucking face, all he wanted was to bash it in with a hammer, and–
He pushed that away. Gary laughed at the desk, almost like he could see what was going through Kyle’s mind in the moment. “Are you afraid of your anger? You shouldn’t be. It’s rather beautiful,” Gary said, “You don’t quite know how to channel it, do you?”
“I’m happy to help, you know. You don’t have to do this all alone.”
“I said shut up!”
The mental blow was like the first one–but even more severe–bad enough that he could almost feel his mind cracking a bit under the strain, before Gary released him, and Kyle found himself lying in the floor, curled up in confusion.
“I do find you rather entertaining, Mr. Porter, but I will not tolerate disrespect in my own office.”
Kyle sat up on the floor, shaking, grabbed his cigar where it had fallen on the floor, and took a long drag off of it. He wasn’t going to be able to do this alone–not without help. But he could tell that help from Gary was going to come…with strings attached. He got up. “I’m sorry sir, I…I need the help.”
“At last, he sees reason!” Gary said, “Allow me.”
There was a jolt that went through him–Kyle didn’t know how to explain it better than that, really. Energy passing through him, and in its wake, it was like every part of his body was thrumming with energy, crackling almost, and then…something actually cracked. It was one of the bones in his leg, and he groaned in pain, and nearly fell over on the floor, it hurt so much. Then, his other leg cracked as well, and he did fall onto his knees, more and more pain emanating from his bones as they all got thicker and longer, taking him from his starting height of around five foot eight to a few inches over six feet in a matter of moments. He stretched his arms, feeling his joints popping in and out of place, groaning in pain, as his muscles caught up. His metabolism devoured most of the fat on his body, leaving him with an aching hunger in the pit of his gut, as muscle piled on the rest of his body–thick biceps and pecs, massive tree trunk legs, a bull neck. He was heaving for breath now, and finally managed to get his hands back under him and push up and back onto his feet–his…big feet. Everything about his was massive, and he looked down at himself in shock. “Fucking…what the fuck is this?”
“I made you stronger–more than strong enough, really.”
“Did it have to fucking hurt so much?”
“Of course not–but maybe that will teach you to show me some respect from now on, Mr. Porter.”
Kyle bent down and picked up the paddle he had grabbed first–it felt…so light now, it was strange. He gave in a test swing, and then, Mr. Olson could see Kyle gripping the paddle tighter in his hands, staring at him, nose flared in rage.
“I see you want to hurt me–that’s good. But perhaps, for your own safety, I might suggest redirecting that rage to a more suitable candidate? Trying to strike me will not end well for you, Mr. Porter.”
He was right. He knew how to get out of this, anyway. He walked back to where the pig was bent over the desk, brought the paddle down on his ass, and even that light swat brought out a louder snort from the pig than his heaviest had before. He did it again, harder this time, a slight smile curling at his lips, hearing…and somehow even feeling the pig’s pain, reverberating up the paddle and into his arm as a new kind of pleasure. He picked up a steady rhythm then, the swats picking up speed and force, the pig gripping the side of the desk.
“Yes, that’s it. You were always small, weren’t you, Mr. Porter?” Gary said, standing a bit behind Kyle, watching him work, speaking soft enough that he couldn’t even really hear him over the sound of the paddle on the pig’s ass. “Bullies always picking on you, bullies just like this one. Well you don’t want to take it anymore, do you? That’s why you wanted to get big, isn’t it? Started going to the gym, packing on the pounds–but at some point, you realized something, didn’t you? You didn’t just want to fight back against the bullies–you wanted to be a bully. Remember that guy, in the shower? That older, chubby fellow–not so different from this one, really. He’d been afraid of you–and that…got you hard. You’d gone into the shower after him, just the two of you, you’d seen how small his cock was, and you laughed. You laughed, and you made him worship yours instead, a proper cock–all ten inches of it sliding deep into his fat hole, right there in the locker room.”
Kyle could remember it. He could remember how the fat fuck had said no at first, but with a few slaps–he’d loved it. Loved it so much he came twice just from getting fucked with Kyle’s massive cock–and he’d begged him to do it again when they’d crossed paths the week after. Then he realized he’d fallen into a trap, and he pushed his way against it, stepping back from the pig, putting the paddle on his table, and facing Gary. “Fucking stop it–what the fuck did you just do?”
“I was just telling you a story, Kyle.”
“That was no fucking story! I fucking remember it–like it fucking happened, but it fucking didn’t. Stay the fuck out of my head!”
“I’m merely trying to help you–as you asked me to do,” Gary said, “Pigs can be tough to crack–only men with a certain amount of experience are successful at it.”
“Well cut it out, I got this.”
“I’m afraid you get all of my help, or none of it–and since you already accepted…perhaps you should focus on working quickly, if you want me to help you as little as possible.”
Kyle scowled at him, then went back to the cabinet, grabbed a vibrating plug, went back over to the pig, shoved it in his ass and turned it on, the pig giving a low series of grunts and humping the air a bit. Kyle checked–he was hard at least–progress, this had always worked pretty well on the gym pig. Then he grabbed the paddle again, and started hammering the plug in deeper.
“Yeah, you loved being a brute–you wanted to look like one more too. You wanted everyone to know exactly who you were when you came down the street. You started on the steroids. Got the tattoos and all of those piercings. The steroids didn’t help the anger issues of course–but you had plenty of outlets for it by then, didn’t you?”
Kyle grunted, and tried to ignore the new pains all over his body–rings and studs appearing all over his face, tribal tattoos running over his arms and chest, up onto his neck, down his body and covering most of his legs as well. He swelled even further from the drugs coursing through his system now–and fuck, pounding this pig’s ass felt so damn good…his own cock was hard and starting to leak on the floor below him–but he…he had to wait. Had to get the pig off first, and then…then he could go back to normal. He stepped back, sweaty, looked at himself in the mirror hanging by the desk, and the man he saw staring back at him…terrified him. Shaved head, a thick beard, rings in his nose, his ears, his lips, a stud through his tongue, packed full of muscle, veins running under his tattooed skin. He looked like a monster. He looked away, and refocused on the task at hand. He’d broken tougher pigs than this–though this one was rather stubborn.
“But all of that was years ago I suppose, now,” Gary said, with a sigh, and a little smile. “You’re older now–more experienced. Before, you loved solving your problems with brute force–and if necessary, you possess it, but you have found that finesse and discipline can be just as helpful–if not more so, when you have a tough set of nuts to crack.”
The changes this time were more subtle. His beard pulled back in, now shorter and neatly trimmed around his face, some of his more sizable piercings reduced in size–though hardly in number. Age took a bit of a toll on his body–especially once he’d stopped the steroid use from when he was younger, packing on a bit of a gut–but he was still massive, and capable of bringing down most anyone in a good wrestle, or with a solid right hook. But his boss was right–this pig was going to be a tough nut–the paddle wouldn’t do it. He needed something a bit more…specific.
He returned to the cabinet, and retrieved one of his favorites–a riding crop. It didn’t look like much, but in the right hands…well, it could do wonders. “Well pig, looks like you still haven’t quite learned your lesson, have you?”
Richard looked back, a bit confused. Kyle just grabbed him, and threw him down onto the floor on his back, and in one fluid motion, he laid one of his feet on the pig’s neck, watching the fat fuck struggle to breathe easily. He knew he could crush him, right here, if he felt like it–and fuck, that rush…he leaned over a little more, the pig gasping and grunting for breath–but his puny cock was rock hard, jutting up from his crotch, and a massive ball sack beneath it–Kyle’s target. He brought the crop down on the pig’s balls, and he managed a squeal, even with his foot on his throat, and Kyle laughed. “Yeah, that’s it, you fucking pig! You gonna cum for me? Come for your fucking boss? How about I just go ahead and beat the cum out of you, eh? One nut at a time.” He brought the crop down on his sack again, and a spurt of precum shot from the pig’s cock onto his belly. It took five hits before the pig came, without even touching his cock–a massive load spilling out from his nuts all over his belly–but that wasn’t the end of the punishment. Kyle laid twenty blows with the crop on the pig’s nuts, leaving them blue and swollen, stroking his own rock hard cock as he watched the pig writhe–and fuck, he wanted this pig’s ass–and he was going to take it.
He stepped off the pig’s throat, but before Richard could catch a breath, Kyle grabbed him by the hair, hauled him up, and threw him against the desk. He hauled out the plug, and rammed in his own cock, with a snarl. As he did, he tensed up–and he remembered. He shouldn’t do this–if he did this…he’d be trapped, but fuck, it felt so good, and…
“And you’re the boss, Kyle. You’re the pig’s boss. You have to control him. If not you, then who? You always get what you want–you always have, and what you want right now, more than anything, even more than that normal, boring old life of yours, is to cum balls deep in this dirty pig, and claim him for good–isn’t that right?”
Gary was staring him right in the eyes as he said it, and Kyle’s body, against his will, started fucking the pig’s hole…and as he did, he felt the will inside him start to warp around Gary’s gaze. It hurt–like it had those two times Gary had threatened to break him, but it was a different sort of ache. Everything was twisting–and he was seeing things differently now. This, for example, was no longer a person to him, the thing he was fucking. It didn’t have a name, it didn’t have rights. It was just an animal, a slave, a hole, a punching bag. He could do anything he wanted to do it, without trouble…and there were so many things he wanted to do to it, so…many filthy, perverse, nasty, painful things…
It was too late–Kyle’s balls clenched, and he unloaded deep into the pig’s guts, expelling all of his old life as he did. Gary watched as Kyle’s eyes turned from their sparkling hazel to a cold, emotionless grey–much like his own. After all, Kyle was his now, mind, body, and soul–a handsome, muscular, sadistic vice president–the perfect sort of man to help him revamp this company into a successful business venture of his own.
“Thank you, Sir,” Kyle said, pulling free of the pig’s hole. “I understand now–I’m happy to be of service to you, and your business.”
“That’s good to hear, Mr. Porter–there’s just one final task for you to complete, before your promotion is assured. Bend over, if you would, next to the pig.”
Kyle’s new mind wanted to resist, but the CEO’s hold on his mind was now ironclad. He did as he was commanded, and the CEO slid his own cock into Kyle’s muscular hole.
“Look at that pig beside you, Mr. Porter–look at how worthless he is, how inhuman. Well compared to me–that’s exactly what you look like. You serve as my vice president at my whim, do you understand that? My will is your will. If you step out of line, even once–I can assure you that this pig will look at you in the same way you are looking at him now. Understand?”
“Yes Sir, I understand Sir.”
“That’s good to hear,” Mr. Olson said, and shot his own load in Kyle’s hole.
He allowed his new vice president to stand upright, Kyle blushing a bit, surprised by how much he’d enjoyed having his boss’s cock in his hole–and he wondered when he might get fucked by him again…maybe after a good whipping of his own. Mr. Olson just smiled, and Kyle wondered if the thought had been his own at all, or if his boss had slipped it in there without him even realizing. Did it even matter in the end? He wanted to submit to him–he was the only man worthy of his submission. “Thank you for the promotion, Sir, I promise I will do everything in my power to fulfill your vision here at the company.”
“I know you will, Kyle. For now, why don’t you get dressed, and start finding me some more pig candidates in the departments around here? We’re behind schedule. I want two fully broken in by the end of the week, and another five prepped for next week. If you could also work on a shortlist of other VP candidates while you work, that would be most helpful as well. I would value your input, as we fill out our ranks.”
Kyle nodded–it would be a lot of work, but it was work that he loved. He looked around for his clothes, and saw that the office was a sty, once everything was all said and done, the carpet soaked with piss and cum and sweat. Still, Kyle didn’t regret for a moment that he’d asked for this meeting–especially not from his new position. Kyle saw his clothes hanging up by the door–pulling on his leather shirt and slacks, his knee high boots, his leather tie and suit coat. Gary admired his new VP for a moment gave him a kiss, and sent him on his way. That just left Gary with Richard–the fat, stinking, cum soaked pig on his hands and knees, waiting for orders. He really should clean the place up–but that could wait. He had the pig rim him for a while instead–after all, it was good to be the boss, right?