Jeff Lambert had been unemployed for over a year after graduating college, so he was understandably thrilled when he was offered a job. Three weeks in, however, and things weren't going so well. He'd botched a few assignments and was constantly being harassed by management.
Finally, he is offered an ultimatum: submit to the perversions of his boss or look for work elsewhere.
Warning! This story contains graphic depictions of M/M BDSM, hardcore sex, and gender bending excitement. Not recommended for the prudish.
"Alright Jeff, I'm gonna be real honest with you here. I could tell from the moment I met you that you were a fuck-up. You bombed your interview and literally everything you've handed in to me has been sub-par," said Mr. Clarkson.
Jeff was shocked at what he was hearing. He knew that Mr. Clarkson didn't exactly like him, but what he just said caught him completely off guard.
"Then why did you hire me?" Jeff finally managed to squeak out.
"It's that little twink body of yours. I just couldn't resist it.”
Jeff was taken aback. What exactly was Mr. Clarkson saying? Why was he telling him this?
"Look Jeff, you and I both know that you're useless here. I am willing to let you keep the job though, but only if you're willing to do exactly what I ask of you, no questions asked," he said.
Jeff considered this for a moment. He had a feeling that he wasn't gonna like what Mr. Clarkson was going to ask of him, but he might as well hear him out; he desperately needed this job.
"OK," Jeff replied, staring at his shoes, "what do you want?"
"I've laid out something for you in the restroom. Put it on, and then come back to my office,"
"What did you lay..."
"If you want this job, hurry the hell up!" Mr. Clarkson barked.
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Published July 2, 2012
by Annie DuBois.
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction.