He gagged, and nearly threw up at the vile taste of the janitor’s unwashed cock, as the man shoved it down his throat. What…what in the hell was he doing? He was straight! He’d never had a faggot thought in his life, and suddenly some strange, filthy janitor was in his office, with his crusty gut shoved against his face, cock down his throat? Gerard kept trying to will the rest of his body into action, but it was like the rest of his body had gone limp as soon as that medallion had started swinging in front of his face, like he was fucking hypnotized or something.

Ned laughed, enjoying the feeling of his victim’s throat gagging around his cock as he thrust deep, grinding the banker’s face into his pubes as his filthy hands ran through way through the man’s perfectly combed hair, over his head, down his neck and under his clothes, stripping back his coat, unbuttoning his crisp shirt and pulling it away from his body, and finally he gripped the man’s undershirt in both hands and ripped it apart, revealing the man’s smooth, waxed chest. “Alright Mr. Fisher, now we git tah the good part. I haven’t done this with anyone else yet, so we’ll be learning together, but I knew ya had tah be mah first.”

The medallion stopped swinging, and suddenly he felt the paralysis lift somewhat from his body. He yanked his face away from the man’s crotch, trying not to throw up, spitting on the carpet. “You disgusting–I’m going to sue you for what little shit you have in this world, and make sure you spend the rest of your life getting raped in prison.”

“Nah, I don’ think so,” Ned said, palming Mr. Fisher’s head in his hand and shoving him back, giving him a clear view of his chest, the other hand holding the medallion, “Let’s see what ya think ‘bout that in a second,” He he pressed the medallion to Gerard’s chest, over his heart.

The gold turned a searing white against his skin, and Gerard screamed, but the pain was as much mental as it was physical. It was like his entire life was suddenly before him, like a huge stone bridge behind him, well constructed and maintained the whole way across, until the entire landscape started shaking, like some massive earthquake. And he watched his life crumble away behind him, and there was nothing he could do. In a matter of moments, the bridge was still there but there were holes, broken cables, missing guardrails, and just as quickly as he’d seen it, it was over–he was in his chair, gasping for breath, clutching his chest. He looked down and found a dark red mark exactly where the medallion had been on his pec–or what had been a pec moments before.

He looked down at his body, and his perfect, gym toned body was no more–he was by no means fat–certainly not as large as Ned by any stretch of the imagination, but he had a flabby gut which showed the fact that he spent his time in an office, coated with a thick layer of hair. He’d…he’d always hated how much body hair he had, and he’d waxed it for years…hadn’t he? But now…now he couldn’t remember doing any of that. He’d thought about it, sure, but it had seemed like so much effort. Same with his hair, which was balding a bit and turning grey. He could fix it up, he supposed, but that would just take so much energy…He got up from his chair and went to the mirror hanging in his office, looking at his pudgy, sloppy self, his messy hair, his stubble coated face, his gut, and he was disgusted with himself, and yet…and yet he…he liked that disgust. His cock was getting hard, why in the fuck was this turning him on?

“A good first step,” Ned said, “We’ll go down further later, but for now, why don’t you get down and finish what you’d started, bitch.”

He fought–but his body simply obeyed. He got down on his knees and went back to sucking the janitor’s cock–and it was still disgusting, but now…now he kind of liked it. He liked the idea that he was debasing himself like this. This filthy slob–this fat failure of a man–it was, suddenly, everything Gerard had imagined, some deep fantasy that had been locked away inside him, but suddenly it was out, and he…he liked it. He liked serving this man, and he happily sucked at the man’s cock, hauling his own dick free from his now ill-fitting suit pants and started jacking off–realizing only after it had started that he’d sprayed a load of cum across the carpet of his office.

“You fucker–you don’t get to fucking cum without my fucking permission!” Ned growled, the medallion in his hand, “You wanna see what this fucking thing can do to you? You want a reason to get this carpet filthy?”

Ned pressed the medallion to the mark over Gerard’s heart, and it was like it…sunk into his body, like a gear into some strange machine of his body. The heat was there again, but now…now it didn’t burn, now it was almost…pleasant, feeling the heat scorch away bits and pieces of his life, forgetting some things and remembering others. Ned pulled the medallion back, and Gerard redoubled his efforts, suddenly remembering all of the hundreds of cocks he’d sucked in glory holes behind his wife’s back all these years, hungry for cum more than anything else, his gut ballooning in size yet again. Ned finally came down his throat, and as soon as he’d finished, Gerard got down and started eating his own cum from the floor–and Ned laughed, and excused himself–reminding Gerard to keep on working late every night, so they could keep having these nice meetings.