The WORC Program – Part 06

By Joshua Ryan

Actually, it was like, two rooms, one for the workie and one for the shopper. On the shopper’s side of the room there were two or three nice comfy chairs and a nice wooden table, with something that looked like a big notebook or catalogue that was open on the top. Then there was a polished wooden barrier, about three feet high. Then there was a space. Then there was another kind of barrier. This one went from floor to ceiling and was made out of steel fencing. Yeah, the kind of thing they make fences out of. After that, you were in the workie’s room. Where I was. I don’t need to tell you that there wasn’t any furniture on my side of the room, unless you count the two cams hanging from the ceiling. The lack of furniture made it easier for me to pace up and down, waiting for someone—Mike!–to come through the door on the other side.

By the time he did, I was completely revved up. And he was looking his best. I always liked him in those long, loose sweaters. The drapery showed whatever muscles he had. Surprisingly, his new slacks were perfect. Despite my not picking them out for him.

“Mike!” I said, rushing to the fencing. “I’m SO glad to see you! And you’re right on time!”

He took a step backward, like he was surprised by what he saw. Which he should have been! A lot had happened to me in the past 48 hours. Then he came back to normal. He selected a chair, moved it a few inches closer to the barrier, and sat down in it. I’d seen him do that a thousand times. He was always fussy about the way he sat. “On time?” he smiled. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“It’s 48 hours since I checked in here. So the bet is over—I survived! Survived–happily! And I didn’t even try to get out!”

“Of course not,” he said. “They wouldn’t have let you out. You signed up to be a workie. You’re a workie now.   By the way, you look pretty good with that new haircut.”

“Cmon, Mike. I know you’re trying to be funny, but . . . .   Come on, it’s time to leave.”

“Leave?” he said, still smiling. “Who’s leaving? I know I’ll be, but you won’t.”

“Mike! Stop joking! Enough is enough. Take me out of here!”

“Take you out? I don’t . . . . Wait a minute. This is interesting.”

He picked up the book or the catalogue or whatever it was on the table—and he started leafing through it.

“Mike!” I shouted. “What are you doing?”

“Hold on — I’m reading about you. You’re item number C-15. Fairly good description. ‘Healthy 20-something. Field hand, lawn boy—your choice! Also: some business experience—trainable as house servant! The perfect combination! More to follow—pictures too!’ You shouldn’t have much trouble finding a buyer.”

“Buyer!”

“Sorry. Renter. Lessee. Whatever they call it. Anyway, I don’t want a workie.” He stood up and took a step forward. “And you, my friend, are a workie. You signed the papers, and from now on you’ll be a workie. You’ll be a workie for the rest of your life.”

“MIKE! This is NOT funny! This was all arranged – you know it was all arranged! Jerry talked to . . . someone . . . and . . . . ”

“Someone. Mr. Someone. That’s right. He talked to him, because you had this determination to become a workie. Feelings of inadequacy, inability to make it on your own, unwillingness to impose yourself on me any longer, after all the help I’d given you . . . . A normal self-commitment to the WORC program. It was scheduled, you showed up, you signed the papers. You are now a workie. Very simple. That’s the whole story. Isn’t it?”

“Mike! You can’t leave me here!”

“Yes I can. I have no use for you. I don’t like you. Actually, come to think of it, nobody likes you. I don’t know why I ever thought I did. So . . . . ” He stopped and seemed to think. “Goodbye.”

I grabbed the fencing. “MIKE!” I said. “Don’t leave me!”

His hand was already on the door. “Oh by the way,” he said. “I almost forgot. Jerry says, don’t worry–you’ll get your new outfit.”

The door closed. He was gone.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank Joshua Ryan for sharing this story! It is being be serialized here with new parts every few days.

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7 thoughts on “The WORC Program – Part 06”

    1. This snide remark was uncalled for. I agree, it was obvious from chapter 1 that the narrator was going to be taken down a peg or two or thirty over the course of the story. But the joy is in the journey. I have really enjoyed reading his thoughts as events unfolded, and I look forward to seeing what happens to him next and how he reacts.

      – POW

  1. I love the way he walked into it with his eyes open and then once the trap had closed tight around him he didnt even realise that he was locked up tight. The prospect of that is super-horny. The idea that someone can encourage you to go one step further than you feel comfortable with to fulfill your fantasies – like a kidnap fantasy where once you are stripped, locked and gagged the rules are changed and you find yourself helpless and completely controlled.

  2. I love the author’s writing style. I really enjoy all the detailed storyline descriptions and character experiences. Admittedly, I was not expecting the change in Mike’s demeanor towards Carson. I was actually expecting Jerry to be there. I am curious though to find out how the story evolves.

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