"Adrian Sir" he answered. The man was a VP of some kind he hadn't met before.
After a month in the new job, Adrian felt at home. The other mail room clerks were friendly even playful. It didn't take long for Adrian to find out who the gay ones were and they him.
The man chatted him as he stood there feeling exposed. Adrian was used to his broad shoulders, round firm buttocks, thick legs and boyish smile getting a reaction. Even when he didn't know he was gay, women and men alike seemed to admire him.
He always felt awkward remembering his father's advice "Don't get a big head son".
The VP hadn't been in the office his first month. Only returning from a sales trip the Grey haired man smiled seeming delighted to meet him. Like Adrian the man had a youthful face, his flattop haircut emphasized that despite his Grey hair.
Adrian liked older men. It was an older man that taught him the pleasure of sex long ago. It was two older men that pinned him between them multiple times that summer during college. And it was an older man who had hired him the summer before graduation to travel to Europe.
Adrian remembered the joy of showing off for the man, swimming naked and wearing different thongs and speedos the man had bought for him. He accompanied the man to dinner parties, knowing he was a show piece.
But graduation marked the fun of boyhood ending. Now he was working just like his father, just like everyone.
"Manny says you're a good worker" the VP said.
Adrian felt his face heat up. "Thank you Sir, I'm trying" He moved closer responding to the man's beckoning.
"He says you like fun too" the man smiled stretching his hand towards Adrian's crotch.
He didn't know if he should back away or remain in place.
"Sir the door isn't locked" he said instead. Adrian heard the click seeing the man's other hand punching a button. He knew the door was locked now.
The fingers outlined his cock which already was expanding.
"Very nice" the man said "You wear underwear?"
"Yes Sir" Adrian said.
"Hmmm tell you what, tomorrow don't wear any, no undershirt either. What size white shirt do you wear?"
The VP wrote the size on a pad.
"Be here at uh, 11am, and don't jack off or have sex with anyone tonight" The VP was business like but friendly.
"Yes Sir" Adrian responded and then picked up the mail from the man's outbox. He heard the door unlock as he approached it.
"Uh thank you Sir" Adrian turned and smiled his widest smile. He knew the lump in his trousers revealed he liked the man telling him what to do and would do what he was told.
"Tonight I'm going to sell you" the man had said that summer. The stone building was like castles he had seen on TV and read about. They walked down the stairs.
"You will do me proud I know" the man said. Adrian wore the leather collar the man had told him to put on. He was shirtless and wore the black leather shorts that had laces on either side.
The store clerks had enjoyed seeing him strip naked and try different chaps and shorts on earlier that day. He was stoned as was his man. The trip to Amsterdam had been part of their plans that summer and Adrian knew he would be doing something unusual the man wanted him.
Initially it was a great job with great pay. He was away from the judgment of parents and peers. As they had traveled from country to country, Adrian got used to being the man's "boy" wearing specially selected clothing, having sex with the man, even having sex with others the man selected.
He dressed that morning carefully, selecting his Grey dress slacks that lay across his round buttocks just right and were tight enough on his thighs his cock would be defined even when soft. The white shirt was standard. He usually wore an undershirt to protect the shirt and hide his nipple rings.
"If you're a good slave and earn lots of money, I have a special surprise for you after wards"
He stood on the stand, hands now tied, and listened as men bid on the boys standing beside him and finally him. Although he didn't understand the language, it was apparent he was a special offer, perhaps because he was new or American. Adrian didn't know which but the applause was loud when the winning bidder moved to the stage.
The sex was repeated, extensive and kinky. Adrian withstood spankings, bondage, oral and anal sex from the man throughout the night. He hadn't known where he was since a bag was put on his head when led out.
"I've seen you looking at them" his man said as he sat beside him driving away from the winning bidders large house. The man's pierced nipples had interested him since they first met. Adrian learned to tug, tease and bite them during their many sexual games.
"So today, you'll get your own. And you can pick out whatever rings you want" Adrian was nervous as he gripped the sides of the chair. Each piercing hurt like hell but he endured.
Now he stood there flicking each ring and enjoying the reflected sight of his cock enlarging in his Grey trousers. The shit didn't hide the rings. But Adrian had no choice.
"Good Morning Sir" he said entering the VP's office with a knock just before 11AM.
"Lock it" the man said not looking up "Stand here" he pointed again without looking up.
Adrian moved to the spot and stood waiting.
"Ok I think it's time" the man said picking up the phone "OK" he said into it and hung up.
"Nice" he moved his hands over Adrian's trousers and then shirt. "Very nice" he tugged on one of Adrian's rings through this shirt.
"Stand here" he moved Adrian to face the ceiling to floor windows.
"Hands behind you" he ordered and of course Adrian obeyed. He felt like the slut he had been the summer before. It was exciting to let his sensual, slut, sex toy self reveal itself like lava surfacing from the boyish all American exterior he presented. Even more exciting was having an older man make him do whatever desired.
Reaching around he opened Adrian's fly. His cock fell out of the confining cloth.
His hands reached around Adrian and grabbed his shirt yanking it open. Adrian stood still.
"You need some more stimulation" the man said gripping each nipple ring and yank hard. Adrian couldn't help his wince and moan. His cock revealed his true reaction though jutting hard in front of him.
"Yea that's what I want" the man gripped his cock and began to pump it while continuing to play with Adrian's gold rings, first one then the other.
Adrian wasn't in control. There was only his body's glands and the man's triggering, teasing, tempting and tugging. Adrian had no choice but to let his body be controlled.
"You like that?" the older man asked as Adrian stood naked. His pubic hair had been taken away. "I like doing what you want me to do Sir" he said surprised he hadn't begged to keep his pubic hair.
"I need to change you into my boy" the man said "kneel"
Adrian had knelt and watch his hair fall to the floor. "What do you think now?" the man asked the men in their hotel room what they thought. Adrian's transformation was on display. He wasn't Adrian anymore but the man's property.
That summer Adrian learned and realized what kind of gay boy man he was and that it didn't change him but instead made him happier then he had been before. He showed his appreciation letting the man introduce him to new places and new adventures.
They swam, dove, sailed - toured, met, dined - kissed, sucked, fucked - showed off and shared each city and country they toured. He felt empty and sad getting out of the taxi with his bags of newly acquired clothing when he returned to the final year of college.
As he carried his bags up the stairs to the dormitory, the nipple rings moved under his shirt titillating him as they always did. His roommates would see them. They knew he was gay by then. And they would want him to tell them about his summer job. He would tell all, reliving each nearly unbelievable experience while his cock would reveal the excitement he still felt.
His body exploded. the VP milked the last drops so the glass was now covered with his sperm.
He felt the man's hands pressing on his shoulders and was soon licking his sperm from the glass. The man's cock tasted fresh and his cum soon spilled over Adrian's face and his torn shirt.
"Nice kid, you're gonna work out well here" the man said as he moved back to his desk. "There's a new shirt on the couch for you but strip everything off first"
Adrian, still a bit dazed from his orgasm, moved to the couch and stripped naked. He turned as the man instructed, bent over, lifted a leg, pulled each nipple ring and then dressed s commanded.
He heard the door unlock and knew he had to return to his mail room chores.
The video played on the screen. He was himself standing there behind the glass, his shirt ripped open, his body writhe as the gold rings were pulled so far his pink nipples stretched. His cock shot an amazing amount of white fluids against the glass and his pink tongue licked each dribble, each drop before he turned to suck the cock that the man held.
The camera moved closer as the man's dick shot cum all over his all American face and down on his bared chest.
The VP had arranged for the videotaping of his sex that morning, Adrian didn't know whether the sight of it excited him more or the cock that was jamming into his ass aggressively seeking to go further and further with each insert the VP was making.
He would live there, be the man's boy, slave, sex slave, property as long as he was wanted.
Adrian liked being wanted.