Part 2 - The Trap
"Well then, let us just see if you are serious". he said with a questioning
look.
"Strip John. Everything off."
I didn't move, I couldn't believe what I had heard.
He looked me square in the eye.
"I knew you weren't serious", he growled, "get out of my sight, shithead".
My reaction to that was much, much faster, "I am sorry sir, I just wasn't
expecting that kind of a command." I stammered.
"I don't give a fuck what kind of command you were expecting, nor do I want any
of your stupid fucking excuses". he shouted, "Get out".
"Please sir, please give me a second chance. I promise I won't hesitate again.
Please". I begged. I must have been a sorry sight, begging my boss to let me
strip. How low was I willing to go to keep this job? Well I didn't know it
then but the answer was beyond the point of no return.
"One more chance and that's it. If you fail, you are history around here." he
growled, "Now strip".
I swear in less than 30 seconds I was standing in front of him, bare assed
naked. My hands covering the family jewels in my extreme embarrassment at
having my boss look at me naked.
"Get your hands away from your cock, shithead, I want to see it". he sneered.
Without hesitation I moved my hands to my side. I could feel the flush in my
cheeks as my embarrassment began to show.
I must have also been finding the situation mildly erotic, because I could feel
blood starting to pump into my 7 inch, uncut dong. The boss looked into my eyes
and a smile spread across his lips and he began to laugh.
"You like this, don't you, shithead? You like being put on show", he stated
through his laughter that traveled merrily throughout his 5'9, 250 lb. frame.
"How would you like to be the boss for a little while, shithead?" he asked with
a sardonic look on his face.
"You would like that wouldn't you"? he questioned.
He obviously wanted me to agree, so rather than get him pissed again I agreed.
"Well then, don't just stand there, come on over and sit in the bosses chair.
After all if you are going to be the boss ya gotta sit in the bosses chair". he
said this as he got up and moved around to the front of the desk.
Bewildered, I made my way around and sat down in his black leather chair.
"Feels good to be on the other side of the desk doesn't it?" more statement
than real question.
"Yes sir", I replied weakly.
He just gave another big belly laugh and turned towards the wooden chair and
picked up my clothes from where I had placed them.
"Be back in just a sec", he said as he took my cloths and left the office.
"Oh shit, what is he going to do with my cloths", I thought. "What the hell is
he up to?" I could feel hot blood coursing through the little veins in my
cheeks. My face must be flaming.
At the same time blood was filling my dick. It was semi erect and bobbing as it
became harder and harder. What the hell, this shit was starting to turn me on.
"What kind of an asshole gets turned on by this kind'a shit". Was running
through my mind.
A few minutes later he was back, he walked over to the wooden chair and sat
down.
"Well now mister boss man, it is time for you to act like a boss." he stated.
"I just told all the staff that you are being trained for management and for the
rest of the day you will be the boss and they must do exactly what you tell
them. You are going to call each one in and give then all a task to perform".
A big smile forming on his lips as he saw the colour return to my cheeks and the
question forming on my lips. "No you will not get your clothes back. You must
issue the orders while naked".
I was flabbergasted and scared shitless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
He saw my discomfort, just smiled, then continued. "Ok, first off start jerking
yourself off, but don't cum until I give you permission. Go on shithead, get
that fucking hand down there and start jacking off or so help me I'll pick you
up the way you are and throw you out on the street".
What the hell was I going to do. The boss is a big man, and built with muscle
on muscle. He works out at Ted's Gym for two hours every day and he is one hell
of a boxer. I on the other hand am 5'5 , 150 lbs. with my cloths on, and
wouldn't know how to defend myself to save my life. I am not involved in sports
or any kind of a physical work out. Ok, ok I'm a nerd and admit it. So you
see I really didn't have any choice but comply. As much as I hated the idea, my
right hand dropped below the desk and grabbed my semi hard dick and began to rub
it.
"Good boy", said the boss with a satisfied smile on his smug face.
"Oh, one other thing John", he had a sparkle in his eye as he said it, which
put me on the alert.
This was obviously not going to be nice.
"I have also told the staff that they are to address you as Mr. Bigballs. Now
that should be a big help in building your self esteem, don't you think"? he
chuckled.
What else could I say but a meek, "Yes sir".
"Keep wanking that dick Mr. Bigballs", he laughed.
"First in will be Jerry. He fucked up the other day and has been waiting on
pins and needles for me to chew him out. I have purposely been holding back, he
works so much better when kept on edge. He made an error in billing and we are
stuck for it. It was only $50. bucks, but it is the principle of the thing. If
I let him get away with it he might do it again. So he must pay dearly for this
error, and you Mr. Bigballs will deliver that punishment. Now here is what you
will do when he comes in."
He then began to detail the punishment. I listened in unbelieving silence.
When he had finished I stammered, "I can't do that to Jerry. Please Mr.
Henderson don't make me do it. I will never be able to look Jerry in the eye
again."
"Oh you are going to do it, Mr. Bigballs. Exactly as I detailed it. You see I
now have photo's of you stripping in my office, pic's of that little thingy of
yours starting to rise. Photo's you going over and sitting in my chair and
masturbating. The photo's show only you. How would you like it if I sent them
off to that sweet little lady of yours, huh? Or maybe to your parents or better
still how about I call in the police and tell them I found these photo's on the
tape from the security system camera. While charges probably would not be laid,
the news hounds seem to sniff out these kinds of stories and you could be in the
evening papers. How does that strike you"?, and again he gave me that foul,
evil smile.
Oh fuck, I was trapped and knew it. I would be playing his little game exactly
the way he wanted it. I simply had no choice in the matter.
