Note: This story contains explicit male to male sex, humiliation and mild bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING.
Office Boy - Chapter 2
Troy knelt there savoring the smell of Jake's socks. He lost track of the time by losing himself in the odor. At some point, Jake spoke to Adam, who got to his feet and left the office. Finally, Jake told the entranced young man to stand up and turn around to face him. He rose from his knees reluctantly and turned to face his boss. Jake slipped his feet back into his shoes and stood up.
He reached up and tightly grasped Troy's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
As he twisted, pinched and pulled, he said, "You're now an initiate in my club. But you have farther to go before you're a full-fledged member. You must learn obedience and you must learn to channel and properly express your desires. You will wear the diaper at all times from now until after Friday's meeting with Mr. Scarpelli. You may take it off to go to the bathroom and to shower, and you may take it off while you're in the gym. But you'll be diapered at all other times. I'll be calling you into my office at various times during the week, so you'd better have it on if you want to get anymore of what you need. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Troy hung his head at the humiliation. But he knew he needed what Jake told him he needed. He couldn't risk not having it. So he would obey.
Jake knew how important it was to bind this new slave to himself with an unbreakable bond. He had to intervene in his normal habits, especially his sexual habits, to fully condition and train him.
He continued mauling Troy's nipples and said: "You are also not to jack off before Friday's meeting. If you do, I'll know it and I'll punish you. I can smell it when you've come. For instance, you jacked off last Thursday night, didn't you?"
Troy looked up suddenly: "Yes sir", he gulped, guiltily. He hadn't realized Jake had such powers of observation.
"Yes, I could smell it the next day. So don't do it again, until I give you permission... Is that clear?"
"Y-Yes sir" Troy gasped.
"Good boy. OK, you can get dressed now and go back to your work." Jake tweaked his tits and turned around and went back behind his desk and sat down to do some paperwork.
Troy stood there dumbly for a moment, not wanting to take himself away from Jake's presence; from Jake's overpowering odor. But he shook himself loose and pulled his clothes back on, having a difficult time closing his trousers over the diaper. When he was finished, he looked at Jake again, who glanced up, nodded his permission and went back to his work.
Adam looked up as Troy came out of Jake's office and smiled broadly. He leaned over and whispered "Being in Jake's club is great. Getting through the full initiation is tough but it's worth it in the end, and you never stop to think that you shouldn't be doing this. Welcome to the club."
"Thanks", Troy replied, "but what's involved in the full initiation? What does he do?"
"Oh, I can't really say. I think it varies from member to member. It depends on what you need.
But whatever it is, when he's finished with you, you'll know you belong!"
The rest of the day passed without anything unusual happening. Troy saw Jake come out of his office a couple of times. Jake smiled approvingly at Troy, and Troy felt good about that. He didn't quite understand why, but he wanted to make Jake happy; to please him. Before he left for the day, Troy tapped on Jake's door.
"Come in".
Troy entered timidly. "Jake?" Jake glanced up at him, a frown on his face. "Sir..." Troy corrected himself.
Jake smiled. "Yes Troy."
"Sir, could I... I mean... would I be allowed to... would you let me..." Troy trailed off.
"What is it Troy?"
"Sir, I need to smell you again! Could I please?"
"Yes Troy. Because you recognize and can express your need, you have my permission. Take you clothes off, boy; all except your diaper and your socks and crawl under my desk."
Troy did as he was instructed. Once he was under the desk, Jake toed his shoes off and the enraptured boy dive-bombed them with his face, rubbing his nose all over his boss's feet and licking his rough, rank socks. "Oh god, oh god, I need this so bad" he murmured, his cock growing hard inside the diaper. "Please sir... please let me come... I need it sooo bad! I've never been so horny in my life sir... I don't know what you've done to me. But I need it!" Troy was moaning with desire and lust. He started to grab for his crotch.
Jake slapped his hand away and slapped his face. "I told you you'll have to wait. You haven't learned adequate obedience yet. You're coming along, but you still have a ways to go. Now No means No!"
Troy crumpled. "Yes sir," he said. "I'll have to wait sir."
"Good boy. Now get up here." Jake pulled Troy's torso up onto his lap so that his face was in Jake's crotch.
Troy breathed deeply and realized that it wasn't only Jake's feet that were fragrant. There was a pungent man-smell emanating from his crotch that Troy found equally intoxicating. Jake started to work Troy's tits, which were still sensitive from the going-over he'd given them earlier in the day. Troy's cock was hard as a rock and beginning to leak into the diaper. But he was hardly aware of it. All he could sense was that wonderful, hypnotizing aroma. He burrowed his face into Jake's crotch, groaning and whimpering as Jake kneaded his nipples.
"You are my boy" Jake intoned. "You will obey me and I will give you this fragrance. I will give you great pleasure. All you have to do is serve me. You are my slave. You are my foot servant.
You are my crotch-slave."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir. Please sir" Troy whimpered.
"Remember to wear your socks at all times, except when you shower. Do not wash them. They are mine, as you are mine. Remember not to touch your cock. You may not jack off. Your tits are mine. Your cock and your cum are mine. Only I can give you permission to come."
"Yes sir. My tits are yours, my cock and my cum are yours sir. Thank you sir".
"Good boy. Now get dressed and go home and do as you've been told"
"Yes sir" Troy responded.
Jake slid his chair back from the desk, giving Troy enough room to get out. He got up and got dressed. Then he stood waiting to be dismissed. His superior looked up at him, smiled and nodded. The new slave, though hardly aware of his new status, left reluctantly and went home.
When he got home, he got his clothes off. He looked at himself in the mirror. He saw the same young man he'd seen in the gym that morning; the same trim, well-muscled body, the same coating of light brown hair on his chest... Now his tits were a little chafed and were standing erect after the workout Jake had given them. His crotch was still hidden beneath the diaper and he still had his gym socks on his feet.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked himself out loud. "What's come over you? This morning you were a fast riser, and now, here you are wearing a diaper and smelly gym socks, after groveling on the floor under your boss's desk. Have you lost your mind?"
Angry, he sat down on the bed to pull of the socks. Then, as he pulled his foot up into his lap, he got a whiff of the odor of sweat and manhood. He was overcome with desire and longing and shame. How could he have thought that he could disobey Jake, who had begun to show him so much joy and pleasure and asked so little in return. He pulled his foot as close to his face as he could get it and rolled onto his back on the bed. He drifted off...
Office Boy – Chapter 3 He was with Jake again, only now, he was lying spread-eagled on a bed. His wrists and feet were bound with socks, stretching his limbs to the four corners of the bed. And Jake was there.
He was dressed only in socks and underwear. Troy could see the outlines of his strong body through the thin material. He could see hair sticking out of the top of his v-neck tee-shirt and his arms and legs were coated with dark brown fur. Jake was smelling Troy's stockinged feet and tickling them. Troy was squirming, laughing, moaning and whimpering, wanting only release. His cock was free and hard. Then Jake got up and opened a door that wasn't there before and let Adam in. Adam was naked except for a pair of sweat socks on his feet and another pair on his hands. These he rubbed over Troy's face as he went down on his arm pits, deeply inhaling the aroma. Adam began to lick Troy's arm pits and squeeze his nipples. He was going mad with desire. Then he saw that Jake was naked. His cock was huge and heavy. His balls were like golf balls in his sac. His torso was compactly muscled and had a wonderful coating of dark hair through which the dark cones of his nipples peaked. His Master took one of his socks and tied it around Troy's head, covering his nose and mouth. As he inhaled the strong aroma, Jake went down on his cock. Troy thrashed and moaned and suddenly shot; a more deep and ecstatic orgasm than any he'd ever had.
When he awoke in his bed, the diaper was still around his waist and his sweat socks were still on his feet. He crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom. As he sat on the toilet, he looked at the diaper and saw a yellow, crusted patch inside the lining. He realized he'd had a wet dream and had come. "Oh god, Jake's going to kill me!" he thought. "What can I do?" He was beside himself. He knew Jake would be able to smell it. He considered getting a fresh pack of Depends, but realized that he would smell its freshness and would suspect something. He decided to go to the gym as usually and hope that the smell of the sweat and the Paradise soap would hide the smell of the cum. If not, he'd just tell the truth and take the consequences.
When he got to the gym, only a couple of other guys were there. He pulled his workout clothes out of his bag and pulled his shoes and trousers off. One of the guys saw that he was wearing sweat socks already and said "Hey Troy! What's a matter? You couldn't wait to get your feet into those smelly things? Or did you join some club or something?" Troy looked quizzically at him and said he'd just had a bad night and was kind of sleepy when he got dressed that morning.
Fortunately, his shirt hid the diaper. He didn't know how he'd explain that! When the other guy left to start his work out, Troy quickly slipped the diaper off and hid it in his gym bag. He pulled on the rest of his clothes and went in to start his own routine.
He worked out very hard, hoping to generate a lot of sweat and man-smell. He did extra reps on the machines, extra sit ups and ran some extra laps. He was sweating like a horse by the time he finished. He showered and dried off back at his locker. He combed his hair and saw this new/old boy/man looking back at him. His body was that of a grown man, the well-defined muscles, the firm pecs, the furred chest, the fine looking cock and heavy balls. But inside, he saw the boy that Jake called him: wanting to be dominated; wanting to be told what to do and when to do it; wanting to be taken over. He thought of Jake; of the smell of his feet; of the dream image he'd had of him and his cock rose in response to his reverie. He moved quickly back to his locker to dress but felt too nervous to don his diaper there in the locker room so he went to the restroom and entered a stall, closing the door behind him. There, he slipped on his sweat socks back and pulled the diaper around his crotch. Pulling his boxers on over his diaper, he returned to his locker and finished dressing. Ready at last, with a sigh of resignation, Troy went into the office.
Like the day before, Adam was at his desk, working away, and Jake's door was slightly open.
Troy quietly sat down at his desk and powered up his PC and started to get down to business.
He was involved in a new contract when his intercom buzzed "Please come into my office for a moment" Jake ordered him.
"Yes sir. Right away sir". Troy could only hope that if he were compliant enough, Jake would overlook his "accident". He slipped into Jake's office and closed the door.
The office was dark, as it had been the day before. Jake rose from behind his desk and walked toward the door, saying "You know what you need to do" as he passed Troy.
Troy slipped his shoes and clothes off and lay down on the floor. After locking the door, Jake returned to his desk and sat on the edge of it as he had before. He slipped his shoes off and began to rub his rank socks over Troy's face. Troy breathed deeply, lost in the comforting odor.
Jake began to speak quietly to him.
"Have you been a good boy?"
"Yes sir," Troy said, a slight quaver in his voice. Would Jake sense what had happened? "Did you do everything I ordered you to do? Did you keep your socks and your diaper on?"
"Yes sir."
"Did you keep your hands away from your dick?"
"Yes sir!" Troy replied, a little too emphatically.
Jake stopped massaging his face and pulled his feet back. He stood up and straddled Troy's body, breathing deeply through his nostrils. Troy shuddered involuntarily as he looked up at him... at "Sir" as he was coming to think of him.
"You came, didn't you? Don't lie to me; I can smell it!"
"I-I guess I did sir. I didn't mean to though!"
"What's that supposed to mean? It was inadvertent?"
"Yes sir! I, I had a wet dream. And you were in it... And I came. I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to...
I'm sorry!" Troy was nearly crying. He didn't want to Jake to send him away; he needed Jake! Jake looked piercingly into his eyes; Troy could hardly stand it. After a few moments he had to drop his eyes. Jake breathed a sigh.
"OK. I won't punish you too much this time. After all, you're still an initiate and you had quite an introduction yesterday. Your body would have been very turned on!"
"Yes sir. Thank you sir" Troy answered, relieved but a little worried.
"OK" Jake said, "Get up off the floor. Stand with your feet apart. Put your hands behind your back and bow your head. This is the way I want you to stand whenever you're alone with me or anyone else in the club, since you're the least experienced recruit. You don't need to do this when you're working, but whenever I call you into my office privately, you're to remove your clothes and assume this position. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir." Troy said, trying to comply.
"Good. Now stay there."
Jake went back to his desk and removed a small cloth bag from it and returned to stand in front of Troy. He carefully removed Troy's diaper and sniffed the cum spot. He then licked it and chewed on it.
"Oh, this is good. The other members will love this."
Then he placed the diaper on a chair and pulled a sheer black sock from the cloth bag. He stretched it and wrapped it behind Troy's ball sack. Then he wound it around the sack and penis, tying it on top of his penis, wrapping it back under and tying it, then bring it around a couple more time; finally tying it off in back of Troy's sack. His genitals were now tightly bound and quite hard.
Then Jake picked up the diaper and placed it back on Troy's crotch.
"You will remain bound like this at all times. Only during your normal shower can you take it off. I also expect you to wear it in the gym." Jake clamped his hand on Troy's genitals. "Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Troy grunted.
"Good. Now get dressed and get back to work."
"Yes sir". He dressed, again having trouble zipping his pants over the bulk of the diaper, which was now even more pronounced by the bulge of his bound cock and balls. He felt profoundly exposed, humiliated and excited. Jake dismissed him and he went back to his desk where he experienced some difficulty in sitting down.
Troy had trouble concentrating on his work. He kept day-dreaming about Jake's feet and his previous night's dream image of Jake. His cock refused to soften all morning. He was also thinking about what this meant to him as a man. He'd always thought of himself as straight. He'd never had any homosexual experiences or desires, as far as he knew. Like most of his contemporaries, he didn't have a problem with gay people; he just didn't consider himself to be one. But now, here he was mesmerized by the smell of another man, wearing a diaper to confine his hard cock, with his genitals tightly bound, eagerly awaiting orders from his boss. Waiting for orders that would let him humble himself before a man; no, this man, his Jake. Orders that would have him serve another man. Orders that would release him to be who he was coming to realize that he was.
Finally, just before lunchtime, his phone rang. "Come into my office at once!" Jake ordered.
"Yes sir!"
Troy sprang to his feet as his cock throbbed painfully encased in his diaper. He entered Jake's office, closed the door, stripped off his shoes and his clothes and stood as Jake had instructed him earlier, with his feet apart, his hands behind his back and his head bowed.
"A very good boy!" Jake praised him, "You learn very quickly. Now take off your diaper and lie on the floor."
Troy quickly obeyed. Jake sat down in the chair along side Troy's prone body.
"Give me your feet." Jake ordered.
Troy lifted his feet up to where Jake could grab them. He pulled them to his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the accumulating odor from his constant wearing of his socks.
"Ahhh" he sighed. "These are getting there. Before long they'll be prime!"
Troy felt happy that Jake was happy with his smell.
"You've been a good boy so I'm going to reward you" Jake said and he began to rub his feet over Troy's face.
Troy's breathing deepened and the throbbing of his bound cock became more urgent. Troy began to moan and whimper. Jake moved his massaging feet down Troy's body, rubbing the smell into the hair on his chest, pinching his tits with his toes. Troy began to thrust with his hips and groan.
"You're my boy. You're my slave. You will do as I order you. You will do it gladly because you need this smell and this attention. You need to be controlled. You no longer want to make decisions about how your life should be run. You no longer want to be concerned about dating, about women. You only want to serve and to do as you're told..."
"I no longer want to make decisions. I only want to serve you. Please let me serve you sir.
Please don't take your feet away from me. Please let me have them. Please let me be your boy, your slave sir." Troy murmured between his moans.
Jake was imprinting his smell on Troy's body and the new slave was lost in the overwhelming, comforting aroma and the feeling of surrender. He was powerless to resist. He didn't want to resist. He knew who and what he was; what he was meant to be. He'd found his destiny. He was happy!
Office Boy - Chapter 4 The week crept by. Troy was only happy when Jake called him into his office for a "conditioning"
session. Troy always felt so good afterward. He knew he'd done the right thing on that first day when he remained in the chair after Jake gave him the choice of leaving. He realized, as the week went on, that he needed Jake. He was more and more dependent on him and his direction.
How could he have ever thought he was such a hot-shot. Jake was so smart, so gentle, so caring and so giving. Jake knew what he needed better than he knew himself. And he was giving it to him.
Each day, Troy did his workout and pulled his fragrant socks back on his feet. He wrapped the sock around his cock and balls, binding his genitals again and fastened his diaper in place. Then he went up to the office. He'd not had another wet dream, although he'd dreamed about Jake every night. He was so anxious to see what Jake really looked like with no clothes on; did he measure up to the image in his dreams? Would he ever get the chance to see Jake without clothes on? He'd taken to noticing little details about other men that he found to be somehow exciting, although he wasn't quite sure why. For instance, he'd noticed that Jake had lots of fine, dark fur on his wrists and the backs of his hands. Troy found that very attractive. He'd started observing men's hands; were they well-manicured and clean? Did they wear a wedding band? That was very exciting to him. He also found that his attention was automatically pulled to Jake's crotch when he could get a glimpse. And he noted the way the points of Jake's nipples showed through his tight shirts. He could imagine licking those nipples and wetting the hair he was sure surrounded them. And when he thought about that, his imprisoned cock throbbed.
Finally, Friday arrived. He arrived at the office early and found Adam at his desk, as usual. Troy was feeling much closer to Adam and looked for his input and approval, since he was "senior" to Troy in many ways. Adam looked up from his work and smiled his greeting.
"Today's the big day, huh? You and Jake are meeting with Mr. Scarpelli?"
"That's right" Troy answered. "Right after lunch"
"Well I'm sure the meeting'll go well. I've always found Mr. Scarpelli to be very helpful, and a good listener." With that, Adam went back to his work.
Troy was very anxious throughout the morning. He wondered if he'd get a chance to be with alone with Jake beforehand. But Jake never called him into his office. He was a little disappointed. But he knew that his superior knew what was best for him. So he waited, if somewhat impatiently. At last, lunch was over. Troy waited to be called. At the stroke of 1:00, Jake came out of his office.
"Come on, Troy. Time for our meeting."
Troy nearly bounded from his seat. He didn't understand exactly why he was so anxious to get this meeting over with, but he believed that the rest of his initiation into "Jake's club" would come soon after the meeting. And he was hoping, indeed aching with the hope, that he would get some relief from the diaper and the prohibition on his coming that was driving him crazy.
Jake knocked on Mr. Scarpelli's door. Mr. Scarpelli opened the door and invited them in. He was a tall, strong man with dark hair that was graying at the temples. Troy automatically glanced at his hands and saw the clean, manicured nails and the give-away fur. Mr. Scarpelli, Troy was sure, had a wonderfully furry chest. And the way he filled out his jacket only drove home his power. His office was comfortably furnished with a large, executive-style desk and a sizable sitting area with a leather couch next to the large windows. As they sat down, Troy detected a strange electricity between Jake and Mr. Scarpelli. He was puzzled by it, but didn't have time to analyze it as Mr. Scarpelli said amiably "Well gentlemen, you're both looking well. How're you getting on Troy? You've been here, what, three months? Is Jake treating you well? Are things going as you expected?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Scarpelli. Actually, things are going much better than I'd expected. I hope Jake feels the same way." Troy looked anxiously at Jake for his affirmation.
Since Jake had taken him underfoot, as it were, Troy hadn't actually asked him if he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. He just assumed he was, since Jake always rewarded him with "foot sessions".
"Truth be told Max, Troy's one of our best recruits. He's great about following orders and doing what he's told quickly and efficiently. There's a real smell of success about him. I'm sure he's going to go far here at the company!" Jake smiled at Troy, as Mr. Scarpelli nodded approvingly.
"That's marvelous. So tell me; what is it that brings you here today?"
Troy glanced at Jake but he just looked inquiringly back at Troy. The ball was in his court. Troy started in.
"Well Mr. Scarpelli, I just wanted to let you know how much I feel I owe to Jake... I don't mean just me, but the whole department. We really look to him for leadership and direction. He really knows what's best for me and I feel I owe him a tremendous debt of gratitude for showing me what's important in my life... I mean my work... Well, my life and my work."
"Well that's a tremendous compliment you've paid him. Maybe you could explain a little bit more to me about how he's helped you. I'm always curious to know how my lieutenants are caring out the company's policies and helping young men find themselves and their calling."
"Well.... He's made it clear to me the direction I was meant to go in. I've always felt a little disconnected from life, but now I know what my place is... I mean, I know what I'm meant to do, what my role is."
"And what is that role Troy? Tell me."
Troy was suddenly uncomfortable, as though he'd said too much. But as he looked at Mr.
Scarpelli and Jake and they were both smiling at him, he felt strangely calm.
"I'm meant to serve, to do what I'm told." Troy hung his head with humility. It was so strange to verbalize this thought to these two men since, in saying it aloud, he was confessing it to himself as well. But he knew, somehow, they'd understand.
"You're a good boy Troy. I'm glad that you're seeing your place in the company. We usually can tell when we recruit a new man that he's right for us. We were sure you'd fit right in here, even if you weren't aware of it yourself at first. Jake is one of our top trainers and we were sure he'd be good for your growth."
Troy looked up happily. So, he'd pleased Jake and Mr. Scarpelli! That's all he needed to know.
"Now Troy, from what Jake tells me about your progress, it sounds like you're ready for your final initiation into his 'group'. Jake will give you your instructions. Keep going on the path you've started, and we know you'll do very well here. Gentlemen, good afternoon."
The meeting was over. Troy rose immediately, as Jake and Mr. Scarpelli exchanged a few more pleasantries. He didn't even hear what they were saying. All he could think about was the completion of his initiation. Hi cock was straining against his diaper and he could feel it oozing pre-cum. When was this going to be over? When would he get relief? Jake and Mr. Scarpelli rose and Troy followed Jake out of the office quietly, his head bowed as he somehow felt was appropriate. Back in their own work area, Jake ordered Troy into his office.
Troy followed Jake in after smiling at Adam who grinned back. After Jake closed the door, Troy stripped out of his clothes, keeping his diaper and socks on and stood with his head bowed, his legs spread and his hands clasped behind his back, as his superior had instructed him.
"You've done very well, Troy," said Jake. "Mr. Scarpelli and I agree that it's time to move on to the next stage of your conditioning. What do you say? Are you ready?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
"Good. So then, you'll be here tomorrow morning at 8:00. Wear what you've been instructed to wear. Your punishment for setting up the meeting with Mr. Scarpelli without permission will continue tonight. And tomorrow, you're to report for final conditioning without taking a shower.
Not tonight; not tomorrow. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," he said with a mixture of expectation and disappointment. He wouldn't be finding relief tonight, it seemed.
"Good. You can go home now. Good night Troy."
"Goodnight sir... and sir?"
"Yes Troy?"
"Thank you for knowing what I needed before I knew myself."
"Don't mention it. That's what they pay me for. Good night boy."
Office Boy - Chapter 5
Troy dreamt of Jake again that night. Only this time, in addition to Jake, Mr. Scarpelli was in the dream. Once again, he was bound to a bed with socks. He saw Jake and Mr. Scarpelli , both naked, holding each other, smelling one another's armpits as they floated through the air. As they caressed and smelled each other, they began licking each other's bodies. Troy was unable to speak. He wanted to be released to join them. He strained against the socks binding him to the bed, and tried to speak, but couldn't. Then Jake was standing beside the bed. His muscled, hairy torso looked so delicious! All Troy wanted to do was get down on his knees and lick and worship him. But Jake looked down at him and began floating away as he jerked himself off, simultaneously handling Troy's erect cock, caressing and kneading it. All Troy could do was buck and strain against the bonds that held him...
He awoke the next morning with a raging hard-on. Fortunately, his dream had not caused him to ejaculate, so he wouldn't be punished for another infraction. He got up and went into the bathroom. He removed his diaper and studied himself in the mirror as he relieved his bladder.
The blue eyes were bright with anticipation. A manly aroma rose from the fur covering his chest and crotch. He was a respectable specimen with firm muscles, strong hands and arms and a handsome face. He looked a little older than his twenty-four years. Maybe Jake would make him his alone. He hadn't realized till this moment that that was what he wanted. He wanted to be Jake's, body and soul. He wanted to wake up each morning near Jake. He didn't care where, just as long as he could be near him and serve and worship him.
He almost climbed into the shower when he remembered that Jake had instructed him not to bathe. So he washed his face, wet and combed his hair, brushed his teeth and shaved. He put his diaper back on (strange how he'd come to think of it as his diaper) and got dressed, pulling on his by-now week-old gym socks, his jeans and a polo shirt. He slipped his feet into loafers and headed out toward the office, toward his destiny, toward his man.
Fortunately, the subway was pretty empty, it being Saturday. So the odor that he knew he carried with him wasn't picked up by anyone else. He stopped at a street-side stand on the way and grabbed a cup of coffee and a bagel (he might not get much else to eat today!) from the vendor who wrinkled his nose and drew back as he took Troy's money. He arrived at the office at precisely eight o'clock. As he closed the outer door behind him, he could see that Jake's door was already open. He knocked softly and went in. There was no one there. At first he was perplexed. Then he remembered that Jake had ordered him to strip and assume the submissive position whenever he was called into his office. So he removed his shoes, jeans and shirt and stood there with his hands behind his back and his head bowed. A little while later, he heard the outer door to the office open and close. And he heard voices coming his way. They were talking softly, so he couldn't make out what they were saying, but he knew they were coming into Jake's office.
He started to look around when Jake's voice caught him: "Stay in position recruit! Do not turn around!"
He quickly looked back to the floor. As he stood there, he felt someone come up behind him.
Then he saw a long, black sock brought over his head. It was placed over his nose and tied in back. He inhaled deeply, seeking the comforting fragrance he knew he would find there: the smell of Jake! As it filled his senses, he began to feel dizzy and started to lose his balance.
Hands grabbed his arms and steadied him until he regained his composure. By now, his cock was beginning to lengthen and harden against his diaper. He began to breathe more deeply, further immersing his brain in the man-scent of his Jake. Hands reached around his head and pulled his mouth open. A knotted sock with another sock running through it was placed in his mouth. The second sock was then tied behind his head. Now there was no breath he could take that wasn't filled with Jake's scent.
Then a black sock was tied over his eyes. Unseen hands removed his diaper. He heard Jake's voice in his ear. "This will be the culmination of your punishment and will be your full initiation into my club. You will no longer need to wear your diaper unless you're disobedient and require further punishment. You will be given new instructions at the conclusion of today's conditioning.
Now come with me." Jake grabbed his erect cock and pulled him toward his desk.
Troy heard Jake sit down on his chair as he held onto his rigid cock. Then he pulled him across his lap. Jake wasn't wearing pants! Troy was lying across his naked legs with his cock thrust between his boss's hairy thighs. Jake began rubbing his hand over Troy's butt, caressing and kneading the muscles.
"What a nice butt" Jake intoned. "Such a nice butt." Then the sock gag was removed from Troy's mouth. "This is the next step in your final conditioning, your binding. You are being punished for your disobedience in scheduling the meeting with Mr. Scarpelli and for the wet dream you had.
You will count the blows off by saying 'One sir, thank you sir'. You will receive twenty-five blows.
Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
"Good, then we'll start!"
Jake lifted his hand off Troy's butt and brought it back down, smashing into Troy's tender cheeks.
"One sir, thank you sir". This wasn't so bad. Again. "Two sir, thank you sir." Again. "Three sir, thank you sir." His ass was beginning to sting. Then, it soon moved beyond sting. "Eight sir, thank you sir" Troy yelled.
His ass, he was sure, was glowing red now. And still there were seventeen more stokes to go.
He wasn't sure he could take it. As Jake continued the spanking, tears were streaming down Troy's face. Then the pain began to meld with a sense of pleasure and arousal. He was humping his cock between Jake's thighs. And he could feel Jake's cock pushing up between his legs, prodding Troy's flank.
"Twenty sir, thank you sir." He was beginning to thrust furiously now and his chest was heaving.
He was almost over the edge. Suddenly another hand pinched the head of his cock, which was hanging there between Jake's thighs. The feeling of being about to come disappeared immediately. The spanking continued...
"Twenty-five sir, thank you sir."
Jake caressed his warm, glowing cheeks and kneaded them with his hot hand. As he was doing this, someone else pulled Troy's head up by the hair, pulled his mouth open, thrust the sock gag back in and re-tied it. Troy moaned and whimpered into the gag. He was overwhelmed by the feelings he was experiencing. Could this go on forever? As he lay there on Jake's lap, lost in the sensations, he was suddenly pulled to his feet. Jake took hold of his leaking, hard cock again and pulled him forward and turned him around.
He was pushed back onto the desk and made to lie on top of it. As he lay there, his burning cheeks sticking to the surface of the desk, he felt hands tying socks around his wrists. Then his wrists were pulled toward the corners of the desk and apparently tied off, since he could no longer move his arms. Next, socks were tied around his ankles. The desk was large enough to support his torso and his thighs, but his legs hung over the edge. His legs were tied to the desk as well, leaving him completely immobilized. His cock was hard as iron and throbbing against his belly.
Suddenly, he felt a sock being wrapped around his cock and balls, pulling them away from his groin and separating his balls. Then he felt a sock being pulled over his bound cock and balls. It was pulled all the way down to the base of his genitals and another sock was tied around it to hold it in place.
As he lay there, lost in the sensations filling his head and focusing his awareness on his genitals, suddenly Troy's consciousness was pulled back as he felt hands, seemingly with socks over them, stroking his body. They started from different ends, one pair on his legs, the other at his hands. They swirled and rubbed over his body, massaging and awakening his skin. He caught an even more pronounced odor emanating from those socks, as they rubbed the smell into his skin, into his brain and into his being. Living was smelling this smell. The hands moving down his arms reached his armpits and pulled at the hairs there. Then they moved to his head, massaging the smell into his ears and hair. He'd never known his ears could be so alive and erotic. He thought his cock would break, it was so hard! The hands move down to his chest and began to circle his nipples. He began to buck and moan as they drew closer to his nubs. Then they were pinching, squeezing and twisting his tits. A shiver of recognition and thrill went down his spine. His back arched, pushing his nipples forward towards the hands that grasped them.
He gasped and groaned deeply at the touch. This was what he'd missed in his life. This pleasure... This pain... The two mixed together, inseparable from one another. He was sure he'd lose his mind.
The hands moving up his legs stroked the junction between his legs and his torso. He could feel them sliding by his testicles, tickling the hairs as they swept up and down. Then they traced the line along his perineum and found their way to his ass. A finger covered with a sock circled his puckering hole and caressed the lips. Then, it slowly pushed its way in. Troy whimpered and squealed into the gag. God, how he wanted more in his ass. He never knew how exciting this could be. The finger finally withdrew and he groaned his desire to have it back. Then, Troy felt the sock covering his nose being lifted up. Another sock was pushed under it and held against his nostrils. He recognized the smell of his own ass in the sock; the one that had gone inside him.
Then the hands moving up his body from his legs met the hands at his chest. One set of hands went to work massaging the smell into his chest hair while the other continued at his nipples. And he heard the sound of kissing and moaning. His "conditioners" were getting turned on too. Then the massaging stopped. He felt a hand milking pre-cum from his cock while someone else was removing the gag tied around his head. As the gag was removed, a sticky finger was run over his lips, coating them with what must be his own pre-cum. He licked his lips hungrily and moaned at the thrill of the taste. The fingers tasting of pre-cum were then thrust into his mouth. He sucked on them and licked them as they were pushed in. He resisted the reflex to gag as the hand pushed deeper into his mouth. Once again his cock was milked as the hand pulled out of his mouth.
A moist sticky finger rubbed pre-cum on his lips as Jake's voice whispered in his ear: "You are bound to me by this taste and by this smell. You will serve me until you are released. You belong to me. You are mine."
Troy licked the sticky saltiness from his lips and couldn't imagine anything better at that moment.
This was his only desire. This was all he would ever want.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir. I'm yours sir. Thank you sir. I will obey you and do as you command sir."
Jake's voice continued: "Pleasure is odor, pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure. Do not forget. Do not resist."
With that, clamps were attached to Troy's tits. He'd never known such an intense feeling. Pain mixed with pleasure and they became one. Surely he would die from the sensations! He began to groan as his chest heaved. "Unnhhh. Unnhhh. Thank you sir. Please sir, let me come before I die. Please sir! Unnhhh, unnnhh."
"No, you're not allowed to come yet."
His mouth was pulled open once more and the gag was tied around his head. Then the blindfold was removed from his eyes. He blinked in the light, trying to focus his eyes. He was looking up into Jake's blue eyes. Then he realized that Jake was naked. And he was just as he'd imagined him in his dreams.
Jake stood there, strong and well-built, with firm muscles. He had a coat of soft brown hair on his chest through which the cones of his nipples protruded. The hair spread over his firm belly in a continuous coat. Troy couldn't believe how masculine and sexy he looked. All Troy wanted was to lick those nipples and that fur. He turned his head to look at Jake's equipment and caught his breath. His seven inch cock was rock-hard with a thick shaft and a plum colored head that was leaking pre-cum. His balls were hairless, hanging almost two inches down his legs. Would Troy be allowed to take them into his mouth? Would he be granted the privilege? Troy looked pleadingly into Jake's eyes. "Please," he begged with his eyes, "please fulfill my desire. Please let me have it sir."
With a look, Jake directed Troy's gaze to the opposite side of the desk. Troy turned his head to look at - Mr. Scarpelli! He should have known! Mr. Scarpelli was also naked and Troy realized that he was very much like the dream. Strong and lithe with a coating of black hair on his chest as opposed to Jake's dark brown fur. And he was equally well-hung. If not for the gag in his mouth, Troy would have licked his lips. How he longed to serve these two men.
Jake began to remove the socks binding his genitals. "There is one final step you must make to fully belong to me."
Jake pulled a straight razor from his desk drawer. First, he scraped away the hair under Troy's right arm. Then he walked around and shaved the hair under his left. "This is the first mark. The second is like it."
Jake removed the tit clamps from Troy's nipples, tweaked them and catching some of his own pre-cum from the end of his cock, massaged it into the boy's nipples. He inhaled sharply as the blood rushed back into his abused nubs and the slippery stickiness coated his cones. But, as Jake had told him, pleasure and pain were mixed. Then Jake began to shave the hair off Troy's chest. Troy began to protest by shaking his head. How could he show up in the gym like this? Jake sternly looked him in the eye.
"Do you want this or do you want to leave right now? This is a test of your obedience. Are you going to fail?"
Troy looked at this man he worshipped. As a tear stung his eye, he shook his head. No, he would submit to the loss of this sign of his manhood, as Jake knew he would.
Jake proceeded to shave all the hair off Troy's chest. When he was finished, he pulled a sock over his hand and brushed the hair away. "This is the second mark. The third mark is permanent. You will maintain this mark for the rest of your service here."
Jake then picked up Troy's cock. What was he going to do? Troy began to panic. But the bonds on his limbs held him in place. He began to thrash and protest into the gag. Jake slapped him to calm him down.
"You will submit! Or do you want to lose everything?"
Troy felt tears sliding down his cheeks as he looked at Jake's stern demeanor and finally shook his head. No, he would submit. But please, please don't let it be this! As Troy subsided, Jake began to shave his cock from the base up toward the head. Troy realized his balls were safe and the tension left him. Jake removed all the hair from his cock and went on to his balls. He pulled them down and shaved the hair off the front of his sack. Then he pulled the sack up and, holding it taut, shaved the underside, as well as his perineum. Lastly, he cleaned up Troy's bush, shaving the hair away from his thighs where they met his trunk and trimming it into a neat trapezoid. It was only when he was finished and was, once again, brushing the hair away with a sock-enclosed hand that Troy noticed that Jake's crotch was trimmed in the same way. He stared for a few moments. Then a light went on. He looked inquiringly over at Mr. Scarpelli who smiled and nodded. Yes, Jake was his, as Troy was now Jake's. And Mr.
Scarpelli had the same "mark". Who did he belong to? Finally, Jake looked down into his face and smiled. "Now is the final binding. You will be fully bound to me. In a few more minutes, you will desire only what I have to give you and what I allow you. Do you understand?"
Troy could only look at him gratefully and nod his head. Jake took Troy's cock in one hand. His other arm he wrapped around Troy's head so that his armpit was over Troy's nose. Then he began to pump. Mr. Scarpelli came over to the desk. He pulled out a conical object made of rubber, to which he applied some lubricating jelly. He then slid it up Troy's ass.
"Relax and make like you're taking a shit" he said as he pushed the object in. When Troy did so, it slid all the way in and lodged in place. Then Mr. Scarpelli began to further torture Troy's tits, twisting, pinching and pulling them and massaging them with pre- cum.
The smell of Jake, the sweat, the manliness, the pain/pleasure from his chest, the fullness in his ass, the pumping heat at this cock mounted and mounted. His hips thrust involuntarily as he pushed his chest to meet those hands that were torturing him. He gripped the butt-plug with his sphincter. He moaned and breathed in as deeply as he could, seeking more of the smell that gave him joy. He felt the pressure rising in his cock and felt his balls drawing up toward his body.
"Now your punishment has ended" Jake whispered to him. "Now you are wholly mine. Now you are in my hands... Now come!"
Jake ripped the gag off his mouth. Troy fell into the abyss. He screamed as his cock shot streams of cum. As his body convulsed again and again, everything disappeared but the smell, the feel and the joy. He'd never known such joy; the joy of belonging to another; the joy of freedom.
He knew he'd come home. He knew he'd never orgasm again without Jake's smell and without Jake's permission.
"I belong to you. I belong to you. Thank you sir" he screamed. Troy knew his place; he knew here he was meant to be. He knew he was Jake's slave.