Alan Ward, a 26 year old stuck in stagnation

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any characters living or dead is entirely coincidental

All characters are above the age of 18

This story may contain actions and events that are irrepably immoral, and no one under any circumstances should seek to replicate them in real life.

(tw: D/S, Mind Control, Humiliation, ****, Submission, Domination, Corruption, Moral Degradation, Manipulation, ****, ****, Bondage, BDSM, Fantasy, Cuckolding, Mind Break)

There was an annoying Robert Frost poem that everyone loved to quote, something about a road less traveled. Everyone Alan had ever heard quote the damn thing suggested it was about being some champion of individuality when really Frost wrote it to poke a friend about being indecisive and regretting whatever decision he made.

And yet Alan couldn’t help but ponder about past choices as he stared into the abyss of the instant coffee maker that stood in the little kitchen nook of the call center office. Perhaps had he pushed past the drudgery that had been student teaching, he could have been doing something other than the night management shift at a call center whose main preoccupation was hunting down rogue medical records.

Not that it was a bad job, but it certainly was far from exciting. Alan couldn’t help but muse to himself most of the day, his work took a fraction of the time it took his peers but he had to appear busy throughout the day. And it was for that reason he was grabbing a third cup of coffee because brewing a cup of coffee would at minimum be 10 minutes he wasn’t at his desk pretending to be busy.

But Coffee only takes so long and it was with a heavy sigh that he grabbed the finished cup and began moving back to his cubicle.

“You’d think that the guy having to stay until 10 pm would at least get an office like the other managers,” Alan thought as he pulled back his chair and clicked his mouse to get his display back working.

He was about to open the call monitor when he noticed someone had snuck in behind him. He put on a tired smile as he turned

“What is it this time Alex?” Alan stared down the intern standing by the wall of his cubicle

Alex had started interning with them in the spring. She was a young one fresh from college looking for work experience. Alan welcomed the arrival, most of the workers here were over 40 and it was nice to have someone who spoke the same language. And while he would never admit it, her being easy on the eyes made it easier to accept her constant questions.

Standing around 5’ 6” the twenty-one year old had a bright eager face, brunette hair tied back into a ponytail and while she dressed in a nice business casual blouse, it was clear that she had a nice figure under the conservative wear.

“The printer is doing that thing again where it doesn’t print” She said as she drummed her fingers on the wall “Do..you think you could help fix it again?” her voice raised and octave at the end

“You really need to learn to do this yourself.” already standing up Alan walked with Alex to the printer.

“Yeah but like…I tried and it’s still not working right” She bounced on her feet as Alan tapped some keys on the device.

He knew others in the office didn’t like how he helped her out, but really they only disliked it because they felt she was getting away with more than them. It wasn’t necessarily the case, though Alan would admit he had a quick temper with others. It was only because he expected better from people who had been here for years.

“Some longer than me,” he thought bitterly as the printer whirred to life

“There you go, try to solve it yourself next time though eh?” He grinned before walking past

Alex gave a mock salute “Yes sir Mr. Bossman”

He sighed and went back to his desk.

The rest of the day was the same drudgery as ever, monitoring phone lines, sending emails, and answering questions. When the clock struck 10 it was all Alan could do to keep from running to the bus stop to begin the trip home.

He flashed his pass at the driver and took a seat to the back, stepping past the normal drunk fair that populated the late-night bus. He plugged in his earbuds as the bus whirred to life and began moving past the dark streets.

Alan closed his eyes as they entered the tunnel. It would take nearly 20 minutes to get home. However, when he opened them again he was not alone.

Next to him out of the darkness was a woman who did not belong there. And by there, he didn’t mean the bus, but reality. She was over six feet he was sure, her skin was a vibrant hot pink with outrageous proportions and if not for some chitin-like substance growing over her skin would be considered completely nude. She Had magenta eyes, and from what he could see navel length black hair and teeth like a shark. And on her head like a crown was several curled black horns.

She grinned like the Chesire cat “Alan Ward? Let’s talk”