Corporate Slaves � The Men � Book 2: Office Rituals

Excerpt 1:

Rough hands pulled his wrists behind him, locking them in heavy metal manacles. A similar metal collar was fastened to his neck, its chain connected to a large eyebolt secured to the floor. The manacles and collar weren’t the gleaming stainless steel and leather of the dungeon; rather they were throwbacks to some medieval era, heavy and coarse, their style more punishment than chic BDSM play.
Clark knelt, quiet and naked, avoiding the eyes of the suited executives around the conference table. He flinched when the pointed toe of a woman’s pump kicked at the inside of his thighs. The dreaded stiletto assaulted him a second time on the other thigh, the message unmistakable, ‘spread your legs, display yourself’.
Lillian smiled and strutted away, taking her seat behind Geoffrey Cameron.
The meeting droned on, the room flickered as spreadsheets and graphs appeared and disappeared on the giant screen at the end of the room.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his head. Clark opened his mouth to accept the proffered cock. It was the first of the day, but it wouldn’t be the last. His penance was to spend the day, in the conference room, on his knees, available for use as needed by management. That management contained many well-endowed men didn’t concern him; he’d grown use to sucking cocks since the takeover. But to be naked, chained, used repeatedly, by anyone who demanded was a true humiliation, punishment of mind and body.
He didn’t know who this one was, preferred not to look them in the eyes unless ordered to, and some did. Clark only knew this one had an average sized cock, and didn’t ‘manscape’. Over the weeks he’d become a ‘connoisseur of cock’, reveling in their length and girth and learning that some men shaved their groin. It’s not Derek, his is bigger and he has more pubic hair.
His assailant pumped harder now, and Clark fought to keep the fleshy invader in his mouth and breathe. His ass bore the welts of the sin of letting a cock slip out of his mouth. No, definitely not Derek, Clark’s mouth filled with semen, Derek doesn’t come so quick, and he definitely comes more.
Clark dutifully licked the dwindling cock clean and his tormentor returned to the meeting.

Excerpt 2:

The conference room was full when they arrived and his two evil warders paraded him around the room three times so everyone could get a good look at today’s punishment victim—and entertainment.
As the women chained him to the floor he heard the others in the room milling about, getting coffee and juice, discussing family and business, awaiting the start of the meeting. In any other corporation a naked manager being chained to the floor would elicit shock and surprise, but here at Cameron Holdings… He heard a stillness descend over the room, Cameron is coming.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” the mellifluous British tones filled the air. “And who do we have over there?”
Lillian stepped up beside Geoffrey Cameron, “It’s Mr. Davenport, sir.”
“Clark?”
“Yes, sir,” Clark answered.
“Seems you were in this position only a few days ago,” Cameron rose from his seat. He slowly walked around the table and stopped by Derek. The back of his hand caressed Derek’s cheeks.
Despite Cameron’s physique and adventuresome life Derek found the hands soft, and smelling faintly of fine French-milled soap.
Cameron turned to the group assembled at the table. “Failure has consequences,” he nodded at the chained figure at the end of the room, “as you can see.” His hand moved up to Derek’s cheek, softly stroking it. “Reward and discipline, to borrow a modern phrase, it’s ‘how we roll’ here at Cameron Holdings. He brought his fingers to Derek’s lips.
All eyes at the table were now on Derek, not on the naked and kneeling Clark.
Derek took a deep breath and planted a soft kiss on Cameron’s fingers. When Cameron probed at Derek’s mouth the junior man’s lips parted and he accepted the finger, embracing it with his tongue as Cameron slowly pushed it in and out.
“His offense?” Cameron asked.
“He submitted an incomplete report,” Diane said.
Cameron removed his fingers from Derek’s mouth and wiped them clean with a silk handkerchief. “Mind you, Clark, this is for your own good. You need to ruminate on the necessity for proper work habits while you serve today’s penance. It’s why we have these office rituals.”
“Yes, sir,” Clark sounded admittedly contrite.
"Well then, let’s get this meeting, and Clark’s punishment, started.” Cameron moved down the row of chairs, stopped and patted Tom, one of Clark’s subordinates, on the shoulder, “Why don’t you lead everyone off today?”
“Yes, sir, t-thank you.” Tom rose from his seat, refusal is not an option, at least it’s not me down there.
Tom took his place in front of Clark. The minute his cock found Clark’s lips they opened. Clark made a few obligatory swipes of his tongue and lips to get everything lubricated and opened wide for Tom.
Clark caught the scent of Diane’s expensive perfume before he ever heard her whisper in his ear, “No half measures today Clark, everybody gets hard and everybody comes, you hear me?”
“Mmgghh, mmgghh,” Clark nodded; feeling Tom’s balls slap him in the chin as he did.

Excerpt 3:

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Derek walked into the living room. His heart froze when he opened the door. Parked in front of his house was one of the Cameron Hummers, all black with tinted windows. Standing on the porch were two of Cameron’s security force. He’d seen them both around the building, a man and a woman. They wore the typical Cameron garb for their profession: black suits with white shirts, although the woman wore a well-fitted skirted suit. Sunglasses hid their eyes and emotions, if they had such.
“Derek?” He felt Kate’s hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Wilkins,” the man said, his voice and smile surprisingly charming. “We apologize for interrupting you, but Mr. Cameron wanted us to deliver this,” he held out an envelope.
Derek took the envelope and opened it, scanning the inside of the ornate invitation.
“What is it?” Kate took the card and read it.
“You will be attending, yes?” the man asked.
“Y-yes, of course, please express my thanks,” Derek said. Refusal is not an option.
“Derek, it’s an invitation to a cocktail party at Geoffrey Cameron’s penthouse!” Kate’s excitement was evident.
The man snapped his fingers and a younger man, dressed in a gray double-breasted suit stepped forward. He looked familiar to Derek.
“Good evening Mr. Wilkins, do you remember me? Ricky?”
Derek’s eyes widened, Ricky, the pretty young male submissive who attended to Cameron the evening that I visited his dungeon. “Yes, yes, I do.” He remembered Cameron’s offer to have Ricky suck his cock.
Ricky made a perfunctory bow to Kate, “Mrs. Wilkins, these are compliments of Mr. Geoffrey Cameron. If you could please show me where I may place them?”
Kate eyed the pretty, almost feminine young man, and led him to the dining room table where he placed a large shopping bag.
Ricky made another bow to Kate and joined the others on the porch.
“Please enjoy your weekend,” the man said, and the trio made their way back to the Hummer.
“That’s a spooky group,” Kate said. “I mean they were polite and everything, but…”
Derek watched the Hummer drive away, “Cameron’s personal security detail.” He turned to see Kate walking back to the dining room to look at the package.
Kate pulled out a beautifully wrapped box and carefully started unwrapping. “It’s so beautiful, I almost hate to open it—” She gasped, holding the package at arm’s length in shaking hands. “YSL, oh my God, Derek!”
“YSL?”
Her hands tore away the paper and reverently placed the box on the table. She took a deep breath and removed the lid.
Derek watched as she removed a shoe from the box. “Oh, it’s a pair of shoes.”
She turned to him, her eyes wide. “A pair of shoes?” Her fingers stroked the supple suede material, “These are Yves Saint Laurent. They cost hundreds of dollars.”
“Yea, well, okay, that’s, uh, very generous of my boss.”
“More like insane than generous,” she chuckled. She placed the shoe back in the box with its mate and removed the largest package from the bag. When she gazed at the item inside her hand went to her mouth and she fell back into a chair. “Oh-My-God!” Her hands literally shook as she removed the dress from the box and held it in front of her.
“It’s pretty,” Derek said.
“Pretty? Derek, it’s a Michael Kors. This stuff must have cost thousands of dollars. And your boss simply sent it over here? Wait!” She looked at the shoe box and at the dress label, “And in my sizes? Did you have something to do with this?”
Derek held up his hand, “Honestly, I didn’t know anything until they showed up here. Trust me; Mr. Geoffrey Cameron is a man who does whatever he wants and is used to getting his own way.” He pointed to an envelope in the dress box, “There’s something else in there.”
Kate took the envelope and carefully folded the dress back in the box. “This just gets better and better.” She held up the card from the envelope, “It’s a day pass to Eden on the day of the party.”
Derek scrunched his eyebrows, “Eden?”
“It’s only the most exclusive and expensive spa in town. Hell, I don’t even know anyone who’s been there. They’re going to pamper me all day and then do my hair and makeup for the party.” She shook her head, “This is all so, so…”