The "Interview"

Sam was worried. Apparently this stupid, bs cursed closet is able to transcend space and time and it can take him with it when it pulls him inside. It was 1 PM outside of his place when it dragged him inside, only to spit him out at 9PM outside of Brady's house.

"I'll give it to you, Sam" Brady said, "You certainly know how to dress to get results. You're interviewing is off to an excellent start."

"Please sir...I'm more than happy in my current role- I don't want to be your secretary."

"Now now- who are you trying to fool when you're coming over here dressed like that?" Brady laughed.

"If you would just let me explain," Sam said grabbing onto Brady's arm to demand his attention, when he felt a bit of static electricity shock him.

Except it wasn't static electricity.

"What the-?" Brady asked as though he was lightheaded, "ooooh!" He said as a rush of pleasure ran through him.

Sam felt a warmth in his face that occurred the first few times the glow occurred, and something in his mind was sensing Brady's erection. Sams eyes glanced down and he saw it- struggling against the capacity of his pants.

'What is happening to me?' Sam thought, 'Why am I'm able to sense his erection? And was that shock what caused this?'

"You've got quite the touch, Sam. You're acing this interview. Now you just need to stick the landing" Brady said sitting down, patting his lap and leaning back.

Sam felt the pink-sensation again. He heard a woman's voice in his head say "Suck it"

"What?! No!" He said to himself in increasing concern as he created greater distance between him and Brady.

The voice repeated the order again and again. Sending mental images of the action into his head.

"Stop it! Why is this happening to me?"

The pink-sensation grew within him, the room flashed pink in his eyes, and he found himself approaching Brady.

He wrestled against the **** that was compelling him to approach Brady, but the pink-light grew, rendering his resistance meaningless.

"Suck it," the woman's voice continued to repeat.

Sam couldn't even talk to the voice anymore as the pink manipulated his mouth to make a seductive smile as he kneeled in front of Brady.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Sam thought to the voice.

The voice continued yelling its order. Sam didn't know if it was a sentient element within his head or if it was just another layer of the towering humiliation.

Sam's hands undid Brady's pants and pulled his cock out.

"Please....stop this...." Sam begged in his thoughts while he leaned forward and linked his lips, "don't make me do this..."

It made him do that.