Office Submission Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Office Submission Ch. 06

... led to an argument as Bill stood there at attention with his hands behind his back and cock hanging out. Finally, the new effeminate boy, Lance, won as Chad had no interest in kissing cock.

Lance did not stop with just a mere kiss he got down on his knees and made a show of putting on glittery lip gloss and puckering up as he grabbed Bill's cock with both hands. The crowd was cheering as he started with the tip and slowly sucked down the whole meat.

Bill could not help but get hard as Lance started to play with his balls and sucked faster and deeper. A few of the frat bros looked away but most watched and cheered Lance on. Bill found the entire experience humiliating but worst of all was that after spending the night tied up and horny, he did not last more than a few minutes inside Lances mouth.

Between moans he warned Lance, but the bro did not stop and soon he was shooting a thick stream of his cum into Lance's mouth and watching it spill down his chin. The porch full of college kids cheered and they finally let Bill return to his chores as they all started to talk to Lance about how it tasted and felt.

Back on the road, Bill got more looks and a few questions, but he was pleasantly surprised to learn they were more of a curious nature, and no one seemed to be judging him and his choice to be a slave. Finally, he got to the kitchen delivery door at the back of the hotel and rang the buzzer.

A short man in a hairnet named Jose answered and waved him in. "Ah ...

... you must Ron's Man? Butler? Servant?" the cook hesitated on the last part unsure of the correct term. "Either way I was told to let you read this before I give you the groceries."

The letter in Ron's handwriting read: Hello mine, I hope you are learning the joys of being a public slave. As you may have already figured out no one on the island is allowed a phone. In addition, any communications on or off the island are strictly controlled by Von Lauren's people, you can relax and know nothing that happens here will get back to the mainland unless we choose to let it. Now for the fun part, the afternoon chores were a ruse you are excused from doing them. Jose will load you up and a bit more. When you get home. I expect you to kneel on the porch in full view of the street waiting for me to return tonight. Kisses and spanks, your Master

After telling Jose he was done with the letter Jose followed his own instructions clipping Bill's wrist together behind him and mounting the two cooler bags hanging off his neck and shoulders like a pack mule. "I am sorry about this mister," Jose interjected, "I am just doing what I was told" he said as he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps on a chain and clipped them on.

The walk home was more humiliating then the walk there. For two miles Bill trudged home, his arms bound behind him. The heavy cooler bags hung off his neck and shoulders, and with each step the silvery chain would bounce off his torso sending a small jolt of pain through ...