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Note: This was my first story and was based on a story by another writer I discovered on the web. I enjoyed it so much, I wrote to the author to ask him about a sequel but the e-mail address on the story was inactive. Wanting the story to continue, I decided to write the continuation myself. It was originally posted on the Alternate Sex Stories Gay Moderated (ASSGM) website. With the assistance of JT Mitchcock, the moderator of the ASSGM group, I was able to recover the story from archives, I'm revising it and posting it on this site for your reading pleasure.
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Office Boy -- Chapter 1
It was Troy's third month of work, and he was pretty full of himself by now. He was young and ambitious, and was already bored by his current position. What he really wanted to do was take over Jake's job. Jake was his immediate supervisor, an attractive, well-built man in his early 40s. He stood about six feet tall and had dark hair with some graying at the temples and deep blue eyes. Troy had noticed Jake watching him a few times with a strange look on his face. He wondered if Jake might be attracted to him. He wasn't queer himself, but who cares? If Jake liked him, so what?
Troy always thought that Jake, despite his position, never seemed to do any work.
In fact, in all his time at the company, The young fast-tracker had almost never seen his boss outside his office: Did this man do anything at all? Troy knew he could do good things with the department, get himself better and better positions in the company, and make lots and lots of money. He had scheduled a Friday morning meeting with Jake's supervisor, Mr. Scarpelli, and was going to present his plan for improving the department's productivity. Troy knew it was only a matter of time before his superior got bounced and he took over. He smiled as this thought passed through his mind, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he got ready for work. There he saw a good-looking young man with a quite adequate-sized cock surrounded by a nice bush of light-brown hair that trailed up his belly and fanned out over his pecs in a light coating of fur. The fur covered his firm muscles but left his brown quarter-sized tits exposed.
This was Troy's first job out of school, but his ambitious streak was nothing new.
He started out as a nobody on the college crew team, but had become co-captain by his junior year. He was still in fantastically good shape, and came to work early each morning to do a workout in the company gym. He had good muscle definition in his legs, arms, shoulders and abs that verged on six-pack. He didn't want to get over-developed, but he knew that an evenly developed body wore a suit better and the women certainly liked it. Not that he'd had a lot of dates with women. He felt he wanted to concentrate on his career first, putting women farther down on his list of priorities. He finished today's workout and took a long shower. After tucking in his blue, button-down oxford (the shirt emphasized the dreamy blue hue of his eyes, which he knew turned everyone on), he combed back his dark-blonde hair, thinking to himself: you are one powerful and sexy mother-fucker.
Monday morning and, except for Adam Liu (that little brown-noser always seemed to be around), there was usually no one in the office by the time Troy arrived, so Troy was a little surprised to see the door to Jake's office cracked open. With gym bag in hand, he quietly sat down at his workstation and turned his computer on. He wanted to avoid any contact with Jake right now. He especially didn't want to tip his boss off about his upcoming meeting with Mr. Scarpelli. But two minutes after he arrived, he heard the familiar "beep" of his speakerphone, followed by Jake's gruff, deep voice.
"Troy, this is Jake. Could you come to my office a moment?" The last statement was phrased less as a question and more a demand.
Troy sighed to himself and hit the response key. "I'll be there in a second," realizing that it probably wasn't a good move to sound as annoyed as he did.
Troy knocked on Jake's door and quietly walked in. The room was unexpectedly dark; all the blinds were closed, and the only light in the room came from the banker's lamp on the desk. Jake was more formally dressed than usual, wearing a finely cut, pinstripe suit with a powder blue shirt and emerald tie. Troy thought he actually looked pretty sharp; he caught himself wondering who his tailor was.
"Have a seat," Jake said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
Jake was sitting in a leather high-backed chair on the other side of the desk. The desk was finely polished walnut; the light glinted off its surface. As Troy advanced to the lone chair in front of the desk, Jake got out of his chair and walked to the door. Troy, half sitting already, hesitated a moment when Jake stood up.
"No, no, sit down," he told Troy, again gesturing for Troy to sit down.
As Troy took a seat, he heard Jake shut the door with quiet firmness, and then heard the door's lock turn.
"We'll want some privacy in here," Jake explained.
"What did you want to see me for, Jake?" a mildly exasperated Troy wanted to know.
Jake returned to the desk, but instead of taking his chair, he took a seat on the edge of his desk, right next to where Troy was sitting. They were only about a foot apart at this moment. Jake's left thigh was hitched a little higher than the other, and Troy could see the strongly compact energy of the man beneath the pinstripe suit. In fact, his build was remarkably similar to Troy's. Jake let his left foot dangle in the air; he was wearing a pair of shiny and expensive-looking black leather loafers (hand-cut? Troy wondered: Italian?), and fine, almost sheer, black ribbed socks.
"I wanted to talk with you," was Jake's only response.
"About what?" Troy asked, again, allowing his annoyance to creep into his voice and trying to mentally calm himself down. What the fuck was this about?
"You just work out?" Jake responded, a non sequitur that momentarily confused Troy.
"Yeah. Every morning." Troy could hear Jake take a heavy sniff.
"You use...what is that? Paradise soap?"
Troy was surprised by this question, but he had to admit the guy knew his soaps.
"Yeah," Troy responded.
Jake smiled. "I like Paraidse. Especially so fresh in the morning like this, you know."
Troy fidgeted a little: what was this guy talking about? At the same time, though, he felt a little excited by the attention: maybe Jake wants me, he thought. All the same, he wanted to put things back on track. "What did you call me in for, Jake?"
"I want to see if you've got what it takes."
"What do you mean?" Troy asked obviously confused.
"Do you have what it takes?"
"What're you talking about?"
Jake smiled, and shifted a little on the desk. He moved his right shoe over to the left, and forced the heel of his left shoe off of his left foot. Troy's senses were instantly aroused; the smell that emerged from the shoe was more sour than he would have expected; it smelled like a sock that hadn't been changed in a week! For a guy who was a soap aficionado, he certainly didn't seem to wash his feet enough. Jake let the shoe dangle in the air for a few moments, and then let it gently drop into Troy's crotch. The fully exposed sock was even sharper smelling, and even though the sock was black, Troy could see the contours of Jake's foot within it. The foot and sock smelled pretty foul. Instead of recoiling, though, Troy felt even a little more aroused by the aroma. It was kind of sickening, but the very fact of its sickness, well, he couldn't explain it, but the very fact of its sickness made it kind of hot. He felt a throbbing twinge in his crotch that distracted him for a moment.
"Do you have what it takes?" Jake asked again.
"What I still don't... I still don't know what you mean."
"You can leave right now. This is one sick-assed smelly foot. You probably want to leave. You can leave if you want. But do you have what it takes to stay?"
Troy smiled smugly as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah I'm sure I can put up with this." Unconsciously, he reached down to adjust his tackle swelling inside his trousers.
"Because you like this smell." Jake lifted the foot closer to Troy's face; his big toe was just about an inch away from Troy's nose. "Because you want this smell. It's a man's smell, isn't it?"
The young man was silent; but, despite himself, he felt the truth of what his superior was telling him. And the throbbing in his crotch was becoming more insistent, much to his puzzlement. Jake touched the tip of Troy's nose with his big toe. Troy could feel the texture of the sock; it was matted, as if it hadn't been washed in a while, and was a little moist.
"Tell me you want this smell."
Troy started breathing a little heavier; he couldn't control himself; he now had a full erection, and wanted release.
Jake maneuvered his toe closer to Troy's nostril. "Tell me you want this smell. I can take it away anytime I want to. Tell me you want it, or I'll take it away."
"I... I..." Troy stammered. He couldn't bring himself to say these words.
But Jake knew he would. He knew Troy was his from the moment he decided to stay in the room. But he needed to move on to the next phase of Troy's conditioning, so he decided to speed things up a little bit.
"Okay, clearly you don't want this smell anymore." Jake moved his foot away from Troy's face, and pretended that he was going to get up from the desk.
"Please..." Troy said. "Please, I... I mean... I..."
"Well, I have other business to get to, so if you wouldn't mind leaving my office..."
Jake said, picking up a file from his desk.
"Please, Jake, I want the smell of your feet. Please."
"Tell me you need it."
"Yes I need it."
Jake smiled and put the folder down. Phase one was over; it was now time to begin phase two. But he believed in rewarding his slaves every now and then, and Troy would be no exception. "You should feel good that you admitted your need.
Now be a good boy and do what I tell you."
"Yes, Jake."
"Yes, SIR!" Jake corrected him.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good boy," Jake nodded his approval. "I want you to go your desk and bring me your gym bag."
"Yes, sir."
Troy got out of his seat and went to the door. As he unlocked the door, the strangeness of what he was about to do struck him. Suddenly he thought it was quite weird that Jake would want his gym bag, and here he was actually on the verge of getting it! "I should just get out of here," Troy thought to himself: "I should just leave while I can." Troy thought about leaving for a few more seconds, but soon found himself back in Jake's office with gym bag in hand.
"Don t lock the door," Jake said.
"Yes, sir."
Jake smiled. Troy saw the smile and felt good inside; he now knew that he had made the right decision. Jake held his foot out, and Troy returned to his seat without being asked.
"Are the clothes you work out with in there?" Jake asked.
"Yes. I mean: yes, sir." The smell of Jake's foot was still as sharp as before, but the smell, instead of being revolting, brought Troy a great comfort he didn't understand.
"Your gym socks are in here, right? The socks you worked out in?"
"Yes, sir."
Jake nodded. "Are you comfortable in that chair?" he asked solicitously.
"Yes sir."
"Don't you think you'd be more comfortable on the floor?"
"I... I don't know, sir. I hadn't given it any thought."
"I think you'd feel more comfortable on the floor. I think you want to lie on the floor, and you want me to rub my socks across your face."
Jake's suggestion hit Troy like a lightning bolt. This was too good to be true! The befuddled young man scooted out of his chair and prepared to lay down on the floor. In the meantime, Jake had removed Troy's sweat socks from the gym bag.
They were crew length and white, with a green stripe running across the toes; they were still moist from the morning's workout, but Jake, pressing the socks to his face and taking a good sniff, could tell that they were fresh when Troy had put them on this morning, because they didn't have the accumulated scent of days and days of workout. Not yet anyway.
Troy was leaning back on his elbows in a half-reclining position on the floor waiting eagerly for Jake to rub his socks in his face. Jake threw his sweat socks to the floor and told him to put them on. Troy had a quizzical expression on his face.
"You should never let your socks be this fresh," Jake said. "I want you to put these socks back on and keep them on until I tell you otherwise."
"Why?"
"Are you questioning me?"
"No sir!" Troy quickly responded, removing his loafers without missing a beat.
Jake smiled again; Troy was coming along nicely. "You will wear these socks at all times, except when you're taking a shower, and after you've taken a shower and dried off, they'll be the first thing you'll put back on. You will wear them when you go to bed, and you'll keep them on, no matter how dirty or smelly they get, until I say you can take them off. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Troy responded, having taken his black work socks off and replaced them with his sweat socks.
"Good boy. Now lie back."
Troy lay on the floor, and Jake placed his feet on his face. He rubbed the socks gently across his underling's face. They scratched a little because they were so rough, but Troy didn't mind. He "mmmmmmed" his pleasure, and his breathing deepened, as if to give him even more access to the powerful smell of his boss's feet. Unconsciously, Troy started to unzip his pants, and was about to start masturbating when Jake moved his left foot and gently kicked Troy's arm away from his crotch.
"Oh, please," Troy pleaded. "I need this."
"Not now," Jake replied sternly. "You don't deserve it yet."
"Wh-what?"
Jake returned both feet to Troy's face. "You haven't learned obedience yet. And you must be punished for what you've done."
"Wh-what? What do you mean?" Troy asked, as if in a trance, curious but not bothering to move his face from Jake's massaging feet.
"When were you planning to tell me about your meeting with Mr. Scarpelli?"
Troy caught his breath: how did Jake know about that? Troy momentarily reverted back to his old self and denied that he knew what Jake was talking about.
"I'm very disappointed in you," Jake responded, and he quickly moved his feet away from Troy's face. "First you act behind my back, and now you lie to me. I want you to leave my office. Now!"
This time, Jake had to restrain his smile: this little piece of melodrama was necessary to cement Troy for good. Troy, in the meantime, rethought his position.
"I mean what I wanted to talk about with Mr. Scarpelli is secret."
"Secret? You don't have any more secrets. There's nothing you can hide from me.
Tell me everything. Do you understand? Or do you want me to take this" and here, Jake tantalized Troy by returning the toe of his sock to within an inch of Troy's nose "away from you? Do you want to keep your secrets and lose this?"
"No," Troy yelped, and quickly blabbed everything about his planned meeting with Mr. Scarpelli, telling Jake all his ideas for improving the department while Jake continued to hold his foot just an inch away from Troy's face.
"Very good, Troy. Your display of obedience is noted. Good boy."
Jake pushed Troy back to the floor and began massaging his face again. Troy would have his reward for the moment. "You'll still have your meeting with Mr.
Scarpelli Friday morning, but I'll be attending as well. And all of the ideas you just mentioned are now my ideas. We'll make some story up. You wanted to tell him about all the plans that I've been talking about, and let him know how impressed you are by my leadership" Jake suggested, as he continued to rub his feet in Troy's face. "In fact, all of your ideas from this moment on are my ideas. You bring them to me, and I'll make sure the proper credit is given. Understood?"
"Yes sir," Troy said, powerless to say or to even think anything else at the moment.
"But can I jack off now?"
"No. That part of your punishment continues. As a show of obedience, you can't touch yourself until after the meeting with Mr. Scarpelli. This will remind you that you shouldn't have scheduled the meeting in the first place, and will be an act of atonement." Troy heard the familiar buzz of Jake's intercom. "Adam, you can come in now," Troy heard Jake say.
Troy jerked upwards at the idea of Adam entering the office, but his response was just a fading reminder of his previous self. "What do you need Adam for?" Troy demanded, but Jake ignored him.
Adam Liu entered the office with what appeared to be a... diaper? cradled in his arm. From what Troy could tell, Adam had worked in Jake's department for over two years. Brown-noser that he was, Troy always thought that Adam was pretty talented, and probably could have been higher up in the company by now. Adam looked at Jake, and then looked at Troy, and didn't react as if he thought anything was amiss. Instead, he came over to Troy and patted him on the back, with an honest smile on his face.
"Welcome to the club," Adam said, handing Jake the diaper.
"The club?" Troy asked.
Jake examined the diaper. "Adam's my chief assistant; you'll obey him as you obey me. And as for your punishment," Jake said as he unfolded the diaper, "you'll be wearing this at least through the meeting on Friday. Maybe longer. This will ensure that you won't touch yourself. Help him put it on Adam."
Adam leaned down to remove Troy's clothes; Troy backed away in a defensive gesture.
"You will obey, won't you?" Jake demanded.
It all came down to this. This would be the moment where Troy would finally back out, or be his for good. Thankfully, like all the others before him, Troy paused, but finally submitted, and let Adam undress him like a child. Adam loosened Troy's tie and slipped it over his head. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Troy raised his arms and Adam pulled it off. Then came his undershirt. Troy shivered as the cool air swirled over his naked skin and chilled his sweaty nipples. As Adam reached for Troy's belt, the backs of his hands brushed Troy's contracted tits and Troy shivered at the touch. Adam unbuckled his belt and unhooked and unzipped his slacks. He pushed the submissive boy onto his back and pulled his pants off as Troy raised his butt into the air. Adam was very careful in removing his underwear.
His very hard cock flipped back as it was released from the confining jockeys and slapped against his belly. Adam was even more careful as he wrapped the large Depends diaper around his crotch; Troy's dick was rigid and throbbing and Adam didn't want to give Troy the release he so desperately wanted. That wouldn't have pleased Jake.
When Adam was finished with his task, Troy lay back on the floor wearing nothing but the diaper, while his feet dangled in the air covered by the white gym socks Jake had ordered him to wear. Adam possessively grabbed one of the feet and took a deep sniff.
"Not bad," he judged, "but it'll be better in a week."
Even though Troy had never gotten along that much with Adam, the sight of Adam sniffing his feet made him feel good in almost the same way that sniffing Jake's feet had made him feel.
"What club were you talking about?" Troy asked.
Adam was now crouched on the floor in front of Troy, and Jake sat behind him on the desk; Jake's feet were thrust out to the sides of Adam's head, and Adam cradled his head against Jake's right foot like a pillow. "Jake's club. Jake lets us serve him, and really asks so little in return." He took a deep sniff of Jake's sock, and began to lick it some as well. Troy crawled over to Jake's left foot and, kneeling in front of it, began doing the exact same thing. He knew it was all he would ever want to do.
To be continued.