He shifted his weight uncomfortably, whimpering as he did so. Sweat dripped down the small of his back, running like a stream between the orbs of his buttocks and cascading over the enormous dildo the boy was impaled upon. His legs were shaking with the effort up keeping himself upright and preventing any further penetration.
Looking for office assistant to perform odd jobs was all the newspaper ad said. Vaughn could type well enough so he had applied, interviewed and then signed all the necessary paperwork. The youth needed the job badly or hed lose his car, his flat, everything.
The odd jobs got more and more odd until Vaughn found himself cleaning toilets with his tongue, serving tea from his back and spending a lot of time after hours in the bosses office. The owner of X Incorporated had somehow known of the youths desperate plight and knew that he would have to comply.
At first his co-workers had seemed shocked or sympathetic at his predicament but quickly that had turned to callous disregard. They laughed at his situation as they walked past his tiny cubicle; exposed to all who happened to glance his way.
Now, shackled to this diabolical chair, Vaughn worked frantically. The firm had a deadline fast approaching and more was expected of the teen every day. The piles of paperwork continually grew. Call this client. Fax this report. Collate these documents.
Face red with tears of humiliation and desperation, Vaughn wept silently and contemplated the disgusting offer that Mister X, his boss, had proposed for a life free from money woes. A life of slavery.
***
Bwaha.
I kind of wonder what exactly X Incorporated even does& Must be a great place to work though. <grins> All menial tasks to be performed by slave boys. <nods>