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.
"I won't be long, Sir," Steve replied.
Eric skipped a beat. He stared at Steve. He wasn't expecting Steve's compliance. After he had regained composure, he smiled at lightly tapped Steve's cheek. "Good, boy."
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The line in the café was annoyingly long. Steve stood in the queue, bouncing on his heels and trying to zone out all the stares and pointing from other customers. He could feel all their eyes on his muscular body, from the collar on his neck, down past his pecs and biceps, across his abs, along his thighs and calves and down to his bare feet. Most subs in workplaces just did menial work for low pay, but there was no dress code like the one that had been enforced at Goldman Price. Thus, the sight of a man in a jockstrap and collar stuck out like a sore thumb. Steve guessed most people thought he was part of a prank or something. He kept his eyes straight ahead, reading the menu over and over as the queue slowly moved forward. He ignored the picture-taking and comments, but knew he was red with humiliation and self-consciousness.
As soon as Steve ordered and collected the coffee, he was out of there, keeping the trays of coffee safe in his grip. He walked quickly, both to get away from the public but also to get off the cold, concrete pavement that was sore against the sensitive soles of his feet. He sped past the curious looks and wolf whistles of the crowds on the street, keeping his focus on the office as it came into view. He let out a sigh of relief as he got back into the warmth of the building.
Steve got the lift to their floor and strolled in, his head high, proud that he had accomplished the task. As he was walking down the rows of desks, he saw Stan with a few of the men. They were surrounding him, admiring the twink's body and petting him. In response, he looked up at them through long lashes and flirted back. He had them in the palm of his hand and they were eating him up.
Steve tutted. Stan had been right. He was really popular with the men. Just as Steve was walking past Stan, he felt himself trip over something. He looked down just in time to see Stan's foot pull back. He tried to catch onto something, but his hands were full, so he dropped to the floor, and the coffees went everywhere, splashing onto the floor, across a few desks, and drenching multiple computers. There were gasps and yelps as the men jumped from their desks, berating Steve for wrecking the place. Their work was ruined, the equipment was malfunctioning, and their clothes were drenched in coffee.
"I'm really sorry," Steve said over and over, as he collected himself, getting to his feet. "It was Stan, he tripped me. He did it on purpose," Steve explained but none of the men believed him.
"I would never disrespect the company's property like that, Sirs," Stan nodded towards Steve. "Nor would I disrespect such wonderful men like yourselves, Sirs, when all you're looking for is some light refreshments to help you get through the hard work you do every day," Stan looked at all the men, giving them a coy look like butter wouldn't melt.
"He's lying. You have to believe me," Steve was red with frustration.
"That's enough, boy," Eric shouted. "Making accusations against your fellow colleague when he's just been standing here innocently talking to us and keeping us entertained while you take all day just to get us some coffees," Eric caressed Stan's face.
"I don't take any offence, Sir. The sub was probably just misunderstood. Why don't I go into the canteen and get your coffees while the sub cleans up here," Stan strolled off while the other men were won over by Stan's "kindness" and the view of his perking butt cheeks as they wobbled as he walked. Steve had to bite his cheek at Stan referring to him as "the sub" like Stan wasn't one himself.
Once he had lost view of Stan's butt, Eric turned back to Steve, "You could really learn a thing from that boy. Why can't you be more like Stan? I don't want to hear anymore. Go get something to clean up this mess."
While the men took a coffee break, Steve lugged some cleaning supplies and began mopping up the mess. He threw away the empty cups and coffee-drenched papers. He was soaking up the coffee from the desks when someone came up behind him.
"Need some help?" It was Filipe, one of the other interns on the programme. He was Brazilian and in his late 20s.
Steve was taken aback by the sudden kindness amid the disaster of a week he was having. But he wasn't surprised that it was Filipe who was offering to help. Apart from Malik, Filipe was the nicest of all the other interns. He was soft-spoken and kind whenever he had chatted to Steve in the lunch room.
