By Suitandbondagelover

It’s an important week for the company that hires me. On Friday a contract will be signed with a new client who will bring in a lot of money but also strengthen the position as market leader.

It was I who approached this future client and convinced him to sign with my employer. I will be the company’s contact with this new client. The appointment for the signing is set for Friday at 5 p.m. at the company’s offices. The work is intense all week, proofreading the contracts, talking with the lawyers … I don’t really have time to think about Paul, but my boss regularly calls me into his office to check the situation. On Wednesday my boss informs me that he wants me to stay after office hours to make a final point with him.

At 7:00 p.m. all my colleagues left the office and I am still at my workstation. My boss asks me to join him. We spend a good hour rereading the contract and my boss congratulates me on the job so far. I collect the documents and head out of the office.

Suddenly my boss is behind me and throws me on the door. I am surprised by the strength of my boss. He directly dominated me and quickly he tied my hands behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. He turns me around and kisses me. He withdraws and his powerful gaze is fixed on mine. He takes my pocket square and puts it in my mouth. He opens my jacket and begins to stroke my breasts. I am in a state of intense excitement. His hands, his mouth plays with my nipples through my shirt. I am on the verge of explosion.

My boss takes me by the tie and leads me behind his desk. He forces me down on my knees and he sits down in his seat. I had never noticed that there was a mirror in his office. The image showing my boss back into his seat and me on my knees in front of him, hands cuffed behind my back and my pocket square in my mouth turns me on even more. My boss shows me his shoe and orders me to lick it. This is a beautiful, impeccably waxed black Italian shoe. He removes the pocket square from my mouth and puts it back in my jacket.

My tongue begins its work and runs through the leather of my boss’s shoe. I do my best to pay the tribute my boss deserves. My boss takes off his shoes and shows me his foot. I start to lick his OTC sock. Having my hands cuffed behind my back doesn’t make it any easier, but my boss’s breath makes me think he’s happy with my job.

My boss gets up and pulling on my tie gets me up and lies me down on his desk. He drops my pants, opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a tube of lube. After lubricating my anus he penetrates me violently. The position is uncomfortable but the pleasure is incredible. Before he releases, my boss retires and he cum on my shirt and my face. Once fully emptied he takes my pocket square and wipes his penis. He then passes it over my face to remove the semen. When he’s satisfied he puts the pocket square back in my mouth. He takes my hard cock in his hand and masturbates me. It’s my turn to come and send my cum all over my shirt.

My boss takes off the handcuffs.

My shirt is soak, luckily I always have one spare at my workstation.

Before leaving his office my boss told me: you did a good job Georges.

Thursday morning I wake up quite early and think about my time with my boss last night. My cock goes hard at this memory. I take a shower and then I go to my closet. I chose a slightly less strict dark blue checked suit, a sky blue shirt, a gray tie with light purple airplane patterns, and dark brown English shoes. The day is spent in contact with the client’s lawyers to really finalize the contracts. At the end of the day my boss sends me an internal email telling me to book my Friday

I sleep restless probably by this signature but especially by all the adventures that have happened to me since meeting Paul.

Friday morning after my shower I remain undecided on what to wear on this important day. I decide to wear a dark gray three-piece pin stripe suit, a new white shirt, a blue tie with white dots, a purple pocket square and black English shoes. I decide to take with me a spare suit, shirt and tie in case an accident should occur during the day. I want to be perfectly suited for the signing. The day goes by slowly and I find it difficult to concentrate on my work. At 4.30 p.m. my boss, Paul and me gathered in the meeting room. A little before 5:00 p.m. the team from the All Kizz company arrives at the company.

They are well-built young men dressed in style. I can’t refrain to get hard and see that my Boss and Paul are in the same condition. As the file was well prepared, the signature is a formality. Once done, the boss serves champagne and invites all of the company’s employees to join us. Around 7:00 p.m. our new client leaves the company.

It’s time to go to the restaurant, my boss offers to take his car. We drive through the city and arrive in front of the house where Paul took me a few weeks ago. I am confused. We enter and we head to a room, there are bottles of champagne and several glasses. Paul and my boss tell me to relax and they leave the room. Some time later they come back and are dressed in a slim black suit, white shirt and black tie. The Masters’ uniform. Two other men dressed in the same way join us. I recognize the Colonel and CEO of All Kizz.

After a glass of champagne we go into the dining room and I see that there is only one table. The meal goes quickly. At the end of the meal, the light in the room dims and a spotlight is directed towards me. I know what to expect. I get up from my chair on my knees and put my hands behind my head.

The Master I knew as Colonel orders me to strip completely naked and I do as ordered. He then gives me a Trojan body harness and orders me to put it on, as Prisoner # 4 had done a few weeks ago. Then it’s the CEO who places black Japanese clovers on my tits. My boss uses ropes and ties up my chest and hands effectively like Prisoner # 5 on the famous Friday. To finish Master Paul places a leather head harness with a gag, a leather tie. The Colonel and my boss frame me and move me towards the door and the stairs. When we get to the dungeon I am taken to the two vertical posts, Master Paul removes the ropes and uses them to tie me up spread eagle. This time I’m hard and my cock is wet.

The Colonel takes a flogger in his hand and my butt receives about twenty hits harder and harder. I am on the verge of explosion.

After this the CEO takes the lead. He unties me from the post and places leather handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. He lays me on a table, ties my arms above my head and my ankles are tied to ropes. He pulls on the ropes and my legs are lifted and spread. My ass is now accessible. He brings a set of dildos each one bigger than the other. He begins to introduce the smaller one and after playing for a while he withdraws it and takes the next diameter. The game lasts a long time, I had enjoyed the first one but as the diameter increases the pain replaces the pleasure. Around me the Masters take pleasure in seeing me suffer. Some have sex out of their pants and masturbate gently.

When he has enough fun the CEO hands me over to my boss. My Boss unties me from the table and lock me in the pillory that I know well. He removes the gag from my mouth. He places a ball stretcher on my balls with a few weights. He comes in front of me and shows me his erect penis. I try to suck it off with due respect. Another Master takes me in the ass and fucks me hard. The other two Masters have their cocks above my back and masturbate gently. My Boss pulls out just before he comes and cum on my head and face. The one who took me from behind also withdraws and ejaculates on my back. It is the other two Masters who take the position and I am again raped and forced to suck. As the previous Master did they withdraw before they come and I am again sprayed with their cum.

Paul takes care of me now. He places me standing in front of a sort of easel. My arms are raised with elbows at right angles to either side of my head. I am locked in stocks. My legs are apart and also locked in stocks. The same system is placed around my knees and my stomach. At each level padlocks are installed. Then he places an all round zip hood on my head. I am blind now. Suddenly eight hands roam my body, some of them are leather gloved. Hands plays with my breasts and Japanese clovers, hands play with the parachute. Others have put a stroker on my cock and masturbate. Every time I go to come the Masters stop. I beg to let myself come but after letting the pressure drop they start again. I don’t know how long I stay in this position. At one point they remove the clamps and I scream in pain and pleasure. Then they remove the parachute from my balls. Finally they let me ejaculate and I throw a powerful load of cum in front of me.

I am finally freed from those stocks, and they take off the hood. I am just naked in front of the four Masters. I know what to do. I kneel down in front of these men in suits and ties, put my hands behind my head and cross my fingers. Master Paul says: Prisoner Georges behind this door there is a shower. I think you need to use it to be more presentable in front of us. I go there and take a hot shower, which gives me new energy.

Epilogue A

After cleaning myself of all the sweat and sperm I join the Masters in the dungeon. Again I kneel down with my hands behind my head. The Colonel speaks. Georges the last few weeks you have lived various experiences and you have successfully responded to the pleasures of your Masters, on the wall behind you there are two outfits, the one you wore when you arrived and a second which is identical to ours. Now the choice is yours. Either you chose the black suit, or you chose your suit. Either you become a Junior Master or you remain a prisoner. You can take your time to think, when you have made your decision you will get up and go and dress in the outfit of your choice.

Yes Master, thank you Master I answer.

After a short time of reflection I get up and go to the wall where the two outfits hang. I take my suit and start to dress. I want to remain a prisoner.

 

Epilogue B

After cleaning myself of all the sweat and sperm I join the Masters in the dungeon. Again I kneel down with my hands behind my head. The Colonel speaks. Georges the last few weeks you have lived various experiences and you have successfully responded to the pleasures of your Masters, on the wall behind you there are two outfits, the one you wore when you arrived and a second which is identical to ours. Now the choice is yours. Either you chose the black suit, or you chose your suit. Either you become a Junior Master or you remain a prisoner. You can take your time to think, when you have made your decision you will get up and go and dress in the outfit of your choice.

Yes Master, thank you Master I answer.

After a short time of reflection I get up and go to the wall where the two outfits hang. I take the black suit and begin to dress. I want to become a Master.

Make your choice

The end

Metal would like to thank the author, Suitandbondagelover, for this story! Be sure to leave feedback in the comments section — as well as whether you would select Epilogue A or B!