Work is full of surprises

He tidied up the room, making sure everything was in order before moving on to the rest of the house.

Kyle drove Matty into the city once again, taking him to the law firm where he would start his new job.

Matty's heart raced as they approached the imposing building, its glass exterior shimmering in the sunlight. He swallowed hard, gripping the seat cushion as Kyle parked the car near the entrance.

"Uh, Kyle," he stammered, his voice cracking nervously. "Can you help me with something?"

Kyle arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting towards Matty. "What's up?" Kyle asked, his voice curious and slightly annoyed. "Do you need something?"

Matty hesitated, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and the door. "No, it's just--" he stammered, his voice cracking nervously. "My collar--can you take it off for me?"

"Why?" Kyle asked, his voice curious and slightly annoyed. "Everyone at work knows what you are, there’s no reason to hide it."

Kyle insisted, his tone matter-of-fact. "Besides, I like knowing everyone else will see you as mine."

Matty's heart skipped a beat, his anxiety spiraling. "I don't know if I can--" he started, his voice quavering.

"Come on, pretty boy," Kyle interrupted, his voice firm and commanding. "Don't make me drag you inside."

Matty nodded reluctantly, his gaze flicking towards the firm's entrance. Kyle reached over, unfastening Matty’s seatbelt and pushing open his door. “Have a great first day Matty.”

Kyle encouraged, opening the passenger-side door wide for Matty, holding it open.

Matty hesitated, swallowing hard as he peered through the windscreen at the imposing glass structure. He could feel the weight of the gazes of all the passersby on him, scrutinizing his appearance.

He then exited the vehicle, closing the door softly behind him.

Matty watched him drive away, swallowing nervously as he adjusted his clothing, straightening his blazer and smoothing his skirt. He hesitated for a moment longer, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. Then, with a deep breath, he stepped through the building’s door and ventured forth into the unknown.

The scent of expensive perfumes and colognes filled the air as Matty traversed the bustling lobby, his eyes darting nervously from side to side.

His heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to escape as he made his way towards the security checkpoint.

"Hi, good morning!" the receptionist cheerfully greeted him, her bright smile radiating warmth. "Name and floor number, please."

Matty cleared his throat, his words emerging in a strangled whisper. "Matty, fourteenth floor," he croaked, his voice quivering with fear.

The receptionist nodded, her gaze flicking briefly towards Matty's perky breasts.

"Welcome to the firm, Matty," she chirped, her voice light and cheery. "I hope you'll have a productive day. fourteenth floor, right?"

Matty nodded, his gaze darting nervously around the lobby. "Yes, thank you," he replied, his voice barely audible. "You too."

"Take the elevator over there," the receptionist instructed, pointing towards a polished brass door. "Have a wonderful day!"

Matty thanked her, his voice a mere whisper, before hurrying towards the elevator.

He reached the fourteenth floor, stepping out of the elevator and seeing the entrance door to the law firm, nerves skyrocketing through him as he stood there about to begin his new job.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage, and pushed the heavy glass door open.

A wave of cool air enveloped Matty as he stepped inside, the scent of leather and paper filling his nostrils. He glanced around, taking in the sleek modern design of the waiting area.

To his left, a tall counter with a friendly looking woman sitting behind it. Matty took a deep breath, steeling himself, and walked towards her. His knees shook slightly as he approached her, but he **** himself to stand tall.

"Hello," he said, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "I’m looking for James, I’m the new assistant office manager and his personal assistant."

Matty explained, mustering his confidence,

The receptionist smiled politely, motioning towards a plush sofa in the corner of the room. "Please, have a seat," she offered warmly. "Mr. Stone will meet with you shortly."

Matty nodded in thanks, his heart thumping wildly at the thought of facing his new boss. He glanced around the elegant lobby, his gaze darting nervously at the high-profile clients conversing nearby. He swallowed hard, taking a seat on the velvet couch and adjusting his skirt uncomfortably.

He crossed his legs, clasping his hands together to avoid fidgeting. The sound of the elevator doors sliding open echoed in the silence, causing Matty's heart to skip a beat.

"Matty, I’m so excited that you’re starting today," James greeted him affably, extending a hand. "Come with me, let me take you to your office."

Matty followed him into an office at the very back of the law firm, a small windowless office with a desk, computer, and filing cabinet in the corner and a large leather couch on the other side of the room.

"Make yourself comfortable," James instructed, gesturing towards the seat behind the desk. "This office belongs to you now."

Matty nodded, settling into the chair and arranging his papers on the desk. "Thank you, sir," he murmured, his voice shaking slightly. "I promise to do my best to assist you."

James smiled warmly, his gaze resting on Matty's charming features. "I have no doubt about that, we’re all very excited to have someone of your… talents… starting with us," he replied, his voice kind and comforting but with a sinister edge.

"So, you're aware of what your role entails, right?"

Matty nodded, his gaze darting nervously towards the couch. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice trembling slightly. "I'll do whatever I can to make sure you're satisfied."

James smiled, his gaze lingering on Matty's delicate features. "That's the spirit," he murmured, his voice soft and seductive. "Now, let's get to work." James closed the door and headed towards the couch, taking a seat and unbuttoning his pants while gesturing for Matty to make his way over as well.

Matty hesitated, eying the lewd gesture apprehensively. Despite his growing fears, he crawled over to the couch and positioned himself on his knees before James.

James smirked, reaching out to tousle Matty's hair playfully. "Relax," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "This is your job now."

Matty swallowed hard, forcing an obedient nod in response. He stared down at the carpet, struggling to suppress the mounting dread that churned within him.

James grunted, his voice low and rough. "Open your mouth wide sissy."

Matty's heart pounded furiously, his resolve wavering. He could feel the heat of Mr. Stone's gaze boring into him, igniting a fire within his loins. Gritting his teeth, he parted his lips, revealing his **** oral cavity.

"Very nice," James purred, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

"Let's see what you've got, Matty."

Matty gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as he stared at the object of his torment. He gingerly reached out, grasping the thick phallus in his tiny hands. It was cold and lifeless, a mockery of nature's most basic urges. Still, he knew that submitting to his captor's whims was paramount to his survival.

"Suck it, Matty," James commanded, his voice cruel and relentless.

"Show me how eager you are to serve me."

Matty winced, his gaze darting nervously between the fat cold dick and the stern-faced lawyer. He licked his dry lips, tasting the bitterness of apprehension. Swallowing hard, he gingerly pressed his lips against the hardening flesh, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a human being, aren't you? What kind of person agrees to give up their freedom and become another man’s ****." James sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

"There's only one thing you're good for now, isn't there? Just a pathetic sissy bitch, destined to serve and obey."

Matty shuddered, his gaze darting nervously between the thick phallus and the stern-faced lawyer. He whimpered softly, his fingers trembling as he grasped his boss’s throbbing appendage.

"Please, Sir," he pleaded, his voice quivering with **** anticipation. "I'll do anything you ask-"

"Anything?" James interrupted, his voice dark and menacing.

“Yes Sir, my Master ordered me to please you by doing anything you order of me without limits Sir,” he responded nervously.

"You're such a slut, aren't you?" James taunted, his voice dripping with malicious delight.

"Now, suck my cock, Matty. Prove to me that you're worthy of serving me."

Matty wrapped his lips tightly around his boss’s cock, doing his best to provide maximum pleasure to his new boss.

As he sucked and swallowed, trying to appease the monstrous creature that threatened to consume him, he couldn't help but dwell upon the past. He remembered his life before he became Kyle's property, and the carefree days spent with his friends.

"Is that the best you can do slut, you better lift your game because I promised the rest of the team I’d hired a real slut, you better live up to your title sissy." James demanded impatiently, his voice echoing in the eerie silence of the office.

Matty finally found his motivation, becoming determined to prove his boss wrong and use the full range of his talents.

With renewed vigor, he intensified his efforts, demonstrating his commitment to satisfying James. His actions, coupled with his unwavering dedication, transformed his demeanor, allowing him to transcend any preconceived notions James previously held.

"Ah, that feels good," James moaned, his voice deepening with pleasure. "You're learning, Matty."

Matty didn't respond, his focus solely on the task at hand. He remained diligent, ensuring that every movement and action aimed to please his superior.

In doing so, Matty discovered a deeper connection within himself, the passion he had been suppressing for so long unleashed in the form of an insatiable hunger for submission. He craved approval, seeking validation from those whose commands he followed blindly. As minutes passed, Matty revelled in the realisation that this was his purpose; to exist as a vessel for the gratification of others, of real men.

He continued to fellate James, his enthusiasm undeterred by the degrading comments hurled his way. It wasn’t long until Matty was swallowing a heavy load of his boss’s warm salty cum.

With the taste of it fresh in his mouth, Matty licked his lips and rose to his feet, offering his thanks and asking if there was anything else he needed. To which James simply responded, “Not at the moment sissy, but I may call upon you later.”

Matty nodded as James gathered his things and exited the office. Feeling somewhat relieved and also strangely invigorated, Matty went to his desk, logging onto his computer for the first time to start his work day.

He opened up the office management software, checking in on his emails and calendar. There were several administrative tasks assigned to him, including scheduling meetings, managing office supplies, and organizing staff events. Matty sighed, thinking about how far he had fallen from corporate success to administrative slavery.

Still, he knew that he had chosen this path willingly, and he would honour his commitments to his Master and his new employer.