Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2007 13:10:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: story dreamer <storydreamer2006@yahoo.com>
Subject: Employee Manipulation  Chapter Five  Gay Authoritarian

                              EMPLOYEE  MANIPULATION

                                       Chapter  Three
By storydreamer2006@yahoo.com
story codes   m/m,oral,anal,humil,w/s,nc

     This is an adult fictional story depicting graphic scenes of
nonconsensual sex between adult males. You must be an adult to read.
Minors go away. Keep this and all adult literature out of reach of
minors. This fictional story includes unsafe sex which in real life is
dangerous and can cause disease, misery and even death. Always practice
safe sex as if your life depended on it.

     After leaving the bar and several satisfied patrons, John stopped at
at a McDonalds, sending Tom in with a $20.00 bill. He watched as his
newly acquired slave walked through the door. He looked like an average
businessman wearing a top coat. The lower half of the pant legs secured
around his knees with a heavy rubberband. Above that, the young man was
completely naked. John wasn't sure how hungry he could be with the amount
of cum and beer he had swallowed, but some solid food and coffee would
help sober him up.

     Tom walked up to the counter where a cheerful young girl waited on
him to order. He was blushing in embarrassment, his cock poking against
the heavy coat in urgent need of release. He waited as his order was put
together. Standing as close to the counter as possible to hide the
actions of his excited cock from a table of teenagers who glanced his
way. As he waited, Tom realized that standing almost naked in front of
everyone there and them not knowing was so exciting to him. He didn't
know what was happening to him. He'd been forced to submit to John to
save himself from going to prison. He'd been paraded in public with only
a coat separating his nakedness from their view. He had been used by
more men than he remembered in the bar. He had hated homos all his life
and yet, he    found himself being hard all evenng while doing the very
things he had always considered   as being nasty and immoral. It dawned
on him that his life had been taken away from him   and he was now
totally owned by Mr. Saxman. It was like he had become a little boy and
Mr. Saxman could do anything he wanted to him. Why was that thought
making his hard cock jerk as more blood raced through his veins. Stuffing
the change into his pocket and grabbing the bag, he hurried outside to
Mr. Saxman's car.

    As they pulled out of the parking lot, Tom was told to take off the
coat and pant cuffs and lay them between them. "You may beging eating
Tom,"  Saxman said, as he headed for Tom's apartment. Although having
swallowed a good amount of cum, the smell of food caused Tom to quickly
devour the hamburger and fries he had bought and he sat quietly sipping
the hot coffee, shaking as he became embarrassed again at sitting naked
in the car beside his boss. As the car entered his neighborhood area,
John reached under the seat and withdrew a narrow short collar and leash
and threw it on Tom's lap.

     "Fasten it tightly around your balls," he ordered. "Quickly," he
added, as he turned on the dome light.

     Tom complied with the instructions as they drove up to his apartment
building.Reaching into the glove box, John took out Tom's apartment keys,
got out and went around and opened the passenger side car door. Taking
the leash from Tom, He pulled the naked boy up the stairs to his
apartment. John figured that at 4:am, no one would be awake to see the
strange sight of a naked man.

     Once inside the apartment, John put the leash into Tom's mouth and
told him to hold it for him. "I want you to pack your suitcases' with
everything you will need for 3 or 4 days of work, all your toiletries,
razors and shaving cream. Bring all your financial  and personal papers
with you too. Quickly boy, move."

     That feeling of power swept over John as he watched the naked boy
with the leash in his teeth running back and forth, gathering the items
he needed.  John unpluuged tom's computer and monitor and carried them
out to his car. Looking through drawers, he sacked up letters of
correspondence from Tom's family and friends, along with bank records and
bills and took them out also. When tom carried out his suit cases and
dress clothes into the living room, John helped him cart them out to his
car before returning to lock up the apartment.

     With Tom still holding the leash in his mouth, John played with his
new plaything's cock, while gently but firmly explaining his new life to
him. Opening his own fly and taking his cock out, He gently pulled Tom's
head down to it and felt it slide effortlessly into his mouth.

     "Boy, I'm sorry you find yourself in this position. I don't know if
your  guilty or not yet, but until I find out, you will obey me without
question. If I find out you're inocent, I will recomment the company
promote you and transfer you to another city with a hefty raise in pay.
The silver lining for you is that if you are found to be guilty, I have
decided to give you the option of becoming my live in slave and not going
to prison. You may not know what they do with pretty looking young boys
like yourself in prison. I have a movie at home I'll let you watch. It'll
give you a look into the reality of the situation. Depending on where
they place you in the prison system, you will become the fucking property
of the  most violent gang in there. They may be black, latino or white,
but they'll use you for their pleasure 24 hours a day. They may knock
your teeth out first to prevent any biting. Probably put you in the
hospital for a couple of weeks with broken arms so that when you're
released back into the general population, you'll not be able to offer
even the slightest resistance to being used as a cum recepticle.

     John was almost home with his very submissive fuck toy. He could
feel the boy shaking in fear as he slowly sucked on his benefactor's
cock. He could feel his tears dripping onto his crotch.

     Tom was indeed shaking with fear as he heard the words describing
how his prison life would go. Along with everyone else knowing what he
had been accused of, there seemed no way out except by obeying his boss
and trusting that he would be found inocent and being promoted and
transferred to another city where he could forget all about this
nightmare and go on with his life. He could not comprehend why that
sucking on the male member in his mouth was providing him comfort and
peace even though he was in the middle of a horrific storm that was
shattering his mind, but he knew he was grateful to his boss for
providing it to him. Tom was confident this would soon be over and he
would be exonerated and free.

     John pushed the automatic garage door opener and eased the car
inside. Pulling Tom up by his hair, he told him to begin gathering
everything up and bring them into the house.

    "Bring them into my office boy", he said, giving Tom a gentle swat on
his naked ass as he brushed by him and entered the office area. Tom found
himself in a large room dominated by a large desk and book shelves.
Several soft looking chairs and recliners, Huge flat tv monitor that must
have been 5 ft by 4 ft, and a computer along with lamps, small tables
beside the chairs made up the contents of the room. "Put them behind my
desk boy, and then go get the rest of the stuff, then you can watch the
movie while I shower," He said as he slipped into the adjoining bathroom.

     Tom made several trips before he had everything stacked in the
office. Not seeing Mr. Saxman, he sat down and was immediately transfixed
by the scene on the huge tv screen. There was a very good looking boy
being processed into an obviouse prison. You could see he was frightened
as he was being led naked to his cell. Inmates were screaming at him and
making lewd gestures as he passed by their cells. Finally, they stopped
and the guard unlocked a cell door and pushed him in, locked the door and
walked away.


To be continued
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