Note: The events in this story are purely fantasy. In real life, please show respect and practice safe and consensual sex.
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Chapter 11 - Week 1
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Things only went from bad to worse for Steve as his week at the office went on. There were numerous situations where he messed up his duties, was late with his deliverables, or wasn't submissive enough to his superiors. He was struggling to apply his training to the work environment, feeling self-conscious around other men who were fully clothed, and was thus messing up his on his duties. The office was a totally different environment to the training facility, plus being in full view of his husband only made things worse. Of course, he had the support of Malik, his sub bro, but, apart from at lunch, he didn't see much of him as he was often working away in other parts of the office.
One of the few times during the week where Steve had messed up big time was when he was in the printing room stacking sheets of paper and ordering them into numerical reports. He had been in there for hours printing out multiple copies of a long report and had stacked the sheets into bundles. He was nearing the end of printing, the last few sheets spitting out of the printing, when a junior member of the team, Eric, strolled into the room.
"You're still taking up space in here, sub? Someone else might want use of the equipment," Eric slapped Steve's naked butt as he passed him.
"Sorry, Sir," Steve apologised despite the fact that there were plenty more printers and photocopiers to use in the room. He tried to keep himself steady after the humiliation of being smacked on his ass.
"That's ok, boy," Eric pressed a few buttons on the photocopier, starting a printing job. "You can keep me entertained while I wait for that to finish." He strolled over and came up behind Steve. "Such a nice body."
Steve could feel Eric behind him: the other man's tie tickled Steve's lower back and his boner pressed through the fabric of his pants, rubbing against Steve's butt.
Eric caressed Steve's back, feeling the muscles of his back, and drew his hands up to Steve's shoulder blades and onto his biceps. Steve didn't move, shivering at the other man's touch.
"I love the new and improved sub internship," Eric began. "Everyone wins. You subs get to be in your proper place and serve real men, and us Norms get to be pleasured by you. It's the natural order of how things should be. It's quite radical for a workplace. Usually people only practise sexual Dom/sub dynamics in private. But having it in the workplace... it's genius and so hot," Eric looped his arms around Steve, holding him and kissing his neck.
Steve thought he was going to be sick, not only from practically being felt up by this pervy guy but by his social Darwinism thinking. Sure, he knew he was classed as a sub now and he had been through much worse during training, but the fact that he was no out in the real world as a sub, without any protection and anyone in the office could use him as they saw fit, was a reality that filled him with dread.
Eric was kissing Steve's cheek. Steve could smell his cologne and feel the other's man's warm body against his back, the fabric of Eric's shirt caressing him. Eric was about to kiss him on the lips when another clothed man entered the room. Eric broke away from Steve, looking abashed. Steve just stood still, bowing his head with respect.
"Hey, Eric, what did we tell you?" The other man talked to them over his shoulder as he grabbed some office supplies from the shelves. "Bronze subs are only for office tasks. You can use subs for sexual needs once they're promoted to silver accreditation. Once they've shown they're dedicated to the company, we know they'll do anything to work their way up. Best not to scare off the newbies this earlier."
"Yeah, of course, man. We were just messing around," Eric straightened his shirt and chuckled.
"I believe it," the other man gave him a dubious look. "Anyway, don't let the senior guys see you 'messing around' with the new subs, especially not that one," the other man nodded to Steve. "Mark owns him." The man left that remark settle in the atmosphere as he left the room.
"Well, boy," Eric said. "Lucky for you I can't make use of you now, but work hard and we'll see each other very soon," Eric laughed and shoved past Steve, pushing a little too hard so Steve fell back against the desk and knocked over the stacks of reports he had been organising. The sheets spilled over onto the floor and scattered everywhere.
"What the fuck?" Steve yelled.
"Ooops," Eric smirked. "Maybe you won't make it to a silver sub after all. And mind your mouth, boy. Don't forget you're a sub, have some respect." Eric slapped him across the cheek and kept a raised finger in front of his face. "I can't use you for sex but I can punish you."
Steve could feel himself growing red, his cheek felt hot from the slap. He bit his tongue and kept his eyes lowered. He could hear his heart beat in his chest.
"Good boy," Eric petted Steve's head. "Now get back to work," Eric pulled his sheets from the photocopier and left Steve to his work.
Steve sighed, his shoulders drooping as he looked at all the sheets that had scattered across the floor. It took him ages to gather up all the sheets and put them into their proper order. Because of that, the reports weren't ready for a meeting and the man he was assisting got a lot of slack for not being prepared. Of course, Steve got the brunt of it and all he could do was apologise. He didn't want to explain that he had actually gotten everything done on time and it had actually been Eric who had messed everything up. Grassing on another staff member who was higher up than you wasn't a good look, especially given the sub status, so he had swallowed his frustration and promised to do better.
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Later on in the week, Steve messed up even more. A few of the junior staff wanted coffee. Steve, being the only sub within earshot, was given the honours of doing the coffee run. He took down the orders, seven coffees in total. As he walked towards the canteen, one of the men shouted after him. It was Eric.
"Where are you going, boy?" Eric asked. Not the canteen. We don't want any of that muck. Run down to the café down the street." Some of the other men laughed, glancing at one another.
Steve could only stare, not believing what he had heard. "Sir?" he asked.
"Did I stutter, boy? Or are you just really dim? Take the lift downstairs, walk out the door, stroll down the street, and get the coffee in the café. Do you need to write that down too?"
"B-b-but. That's outside. In public. I don't have any clothes on. I can't go out like this."
"Of course you can, boy. Don't be silly," Eric came over to Steve and pressed a hand on Steve's collar. "You have your uniform so wear it with pride. It's perfectly natural for a sub. And don't forget, you're representing the company, so best behaviour."
Steve stood in silence, unsure what to do.
"Unless of course you want to quit? You're free to leave the programme at any time if you can't handle the responsibilities."
That was exactly what Steve needed to hear. He was invigorated. He knew Eric wanted to break him, wanted to see him quit. This was a test, just like all the lessons at training.
