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Welcome to 2050 where there's a place for everyone and everyone has a place. For some, that place is delivering mail. For others, it's working on a project development team for a multinational company. Basically the same jobs that we've always had, but getting to them is a bit different.

The chaos and upheavals of the past two decades ushered in a mass reorganization. The government teamed up with the same corporations that largely ran the government anyway, and came up with a new path. New standardized tests were doled out. Your successes, failures, strengths, and weaknesses were cataloged once you enrolled in school to the day you graduated. You'd put your cap and gown away, enjoy one last summer, and then report to an employment office to be assigned your job.

Sure, there was upward mobility. You could get promoted. You could even switch career types entirely if you displayed the right aptitude for other things. Demotions and firings were rare unless some boss had a personal grudge. The system proved remarkably adept at placing people where they would thrive.

There were gray areas, kept off record. A person could be labeled as being part of the infantry in the army, when in reality they'd be a spy working in an embassy. As I was to soon learn, there were even gray areas that existed under the banner of Office Assistant.

My name is Chase Jordan. At 18, I had finished my summer, mostly spent partying with my friends, and was now walking into the employment center. My grades weren't the best, but I figured I could make the best of the situation and move up the ladder somewhere. Manual labor was probably out because of my thin frame. My only fear was being enlisted into the army.

"Chase Jordan?" A beautiful 27 year old blonde babe named Julie called from the door to the lobby.

I smiled as I shook her hand and made small talk on the way to the office. If only my job was to worship her day and night, I thought.

Julie made sure my ID was correct and confirmed a number of other vital pieces of information to be sure I was who I said I was (impersonation by paying someone to take your place had been relatively common at the start of this program).

She typed in a few things and I watched in real time as her cheerful smile faded and she scratched the side of her head.

"One second, just gonna rerun this" she said.

My heart sank as I expected the worst. I know I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but surely my ranks couldn't place me in too bad of a spot. It was a struggle to not say anything as she rested her hands on her lap, sighed, and turned back to me.

Before addressing me, she pressed a button on her desk phone.

"Hey Gary, we have a CS. May need some help in a bit.....yeah, according to the data he's not, but who knows....alright, thanks" she spoke into the receiver as this unknown Gary talked back via her ear piece.

"Chase, I need you to understand that this is out of my control. You may feel anger or be upset, but there's nothing either of us can do," she began, looking me straight in the eye.

"I've known a lot of people, men and women, who have been in this program. I'm going to tell you the good news first. It's a ten year commitment. Once you're done, you get a monthly stipend for life based on your average wages plus a percentage of your tips."

"Now," she continued, "comes the bad news, but it only has to be bad if you let your attitude get in the way of your success. You've been assigned to a subset of the Office Assistant field and will be working as a Stress Release Agent."

Julie paused and her face reddened a bit before she started again.

"Stress release can include a number of things, but you have been included in the group that assists male workers relieve their stress via....oral sex."

My initial reaction was disbelief. I wasn't gay. I had never even touched a penis that wasn't mine. Surely there must be some mistake.

"I need to let you know that I re-ran your results several times" she continued, as if reading my mind. "There has been no mistake. I know this may not be opportune, but please make the most of it."

"But, I'm not..." I sputtered.

"Whether you're gay or not has no bearing. The decision has been made" she quickly answered as she pressed a button on her desk.

The door opened and a buff looking guy walked in.

"Hello Gary!" Julie said. "This is Charles. He'll need transport to training. Building 9. Third floor."

Gary nodded and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Alrighty, let's go" he told me as he helped me to my feet.

"But..." I sputtered, not quite believing what was happening, "there must be some mistake..."

"Not a chance" Gary coldly replied as he walked me out of the building and placed me onto the backseat of his work car.

After an hour's drive, we parked at the training center building. Gary quickly rushed over to my side of the vehicle, helped me out, and I was escorted by two similarly buff guys into the building, up the stairs, and into an orientation room.

I was greeted by a 30 year old woman named Tanya and a 19 year old man named Tom. The former was a supervisor for our training team with the latter being introduced as my "sponsor." They both sat smiling and beckoned me to take a seat across from them.

"I...I don't think I should be here. I'm not...gay...I've never done this.." I stammered.

To my surprise, Tanya simply rolled her eyes and said "I don't care."

"You're here, either way. You want to take the risk of bailing? Spend some time in prison? Either way, you'll be doing the same thing. At least here you'll get paid for it" she said pointedly while staring me in the eye. Her entire demeanor did not betray a single ounce of empathy.

"It's really not so bad," Tom said. "I was in a similar position when I started, but I've grown to enjoy it. It's easy. Plenty of free time and tips."

Though this was aimed at calming me, it had no impact. I didn't want to learn to love giving blowjobs. I didn't want anything to do with it.

"Also, you'll be in training for a while. There will be plenty of time before you even have to touch a penis," he continued.

"You'll be living in a dormitory with the rest of the people in your class. We encourage you to be respectful of your classmates" Tanya broke in.

"Your first class will begin tomorrow at 8am and end at 3pm, with an hour break for lunch. The training will be three weeks long and then you will be assigned to a work area" she continued, her lips breaking into a grin.

"Your room has everything you need. Following training, you will be able to collect things from home. We have also taken the liberty of providing a phone for your use during your stay here. Gary has already placed yours in a safe," Tanya said.

My hand dug into my pocket and I was horrified to confirm that my phone was no longer there.

"Ok, I'll show you to your room. Know you're probably stressed and just want to unwind..." Tom added as he rose.

"Make the best of it" Tanya smiled as she got up and left.

As if carried by air, I walked submissively next to Tom as he pointed out the cafeteria, showers, and everything else. I couldn't focus or care less.

We came to a stop at room 310, my "new home." Its layout was pretty similar to dorm rooms I'd seen in shows and movies. It was outfitted with a dresser, desk, bed, mini fridge, and medium-sized box that contained stuff I'd need for class.

"Everything in the box is pretty self explanatory. Someone will come and do a spot check later today. If you haven't gone through everything in the box and completed certain things...it can get dicey. I'd just do it and get it over with" Tom said.

"I'm going to let you settle in. My number is in your new phone, oh, that's also in the box. Any questions first?" He continued.

I sat on the bed, rubbing my temples, still not believing what was happening. I had one burning question.

"How can you...you know, you said you were like me..how could you just do that with another guy?" I said.

"Easy. There's no choice in the matter," he responded. "Everyone gets through it. We've only had one or two people try to run. One came back and learned to love it. The other went to prison."

I hung my head, resigned to my fate. As Tom turned to leave, another question popped into my head.

"The lady at the agency referred to me as a 'CS.' What does it mean?" I asked.

"It's an...unofficial name for us. She shouldn't have used it around you, but...it stands for cocksucker," Tom sheepishly answered before closing the door behind him.

2.

Stunned, I sat there in silence for some time. I knew running was futile, but I kept trying to brainstorm a way out and ran into dead ends each time. My mind soon turned to the box in the middle of my room.

Pulling it towards me, I opened it and carefully placed its contents around me on the bed. The first thing that drew my attention was the phone, so I swiped it on. The background was a guy on his knees blowing a man in a business suit. The "motto" of our unit, LNCU or "Leave No Cock Unsatisfied" was written above it.

Grimacing as I swiped through, I noticed it was under my same phone number and my contacts were still there. I also had new contacts, itemized under classmates. Outside of that and the background, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

I looked through the other stuff: a brochure for my "industry", a laptop, and then my hand grabbed something different.

Pulling from the bottom of the box, I recoiled as I pulled a dildo set out. The label read "For studying purposes: in-class model will be provided." My stomach turned as I let it drop back into the box. But, it only got worse, as the next thing I pulled out was a box containing a cock cage.

Suddenly, the screen on my wall turned on and I was greeted by a guy maybe 2 or 3 years older than me in an infomercial style video.

"Hello and welcome! Now that you've had time to settle in, let's take a closer look at your career!"

"You may be asking, why me? Well, consider this: why not you?"

"What you will provide is by no means inconsequential. Today's fast-paced economy does not leave room relaxation. You and your fellow classmates will be at the forefront of serving a plethora of workers that make our country work!"

"Originally a female-only staff, we've branched out to meet client demand by enlisting people like you. Whether serving in a supermarket or a boardroom, you'll be ensuring that our economy's workforce is at peace and satisfied."

Various video clips flashed across the screen during the speech. Scenes of blowjobs being given to supermarket employees, lawyers, businessmen, and others filled the screen. Some guys were dressed normally, some were nude, and others were dressed as women.

I felt uneasy and slightly nauseous, but also couldn't look away. How was this reality?

"Now, you'll have plenty of time to get your room set up, meet your classmates, and grab some dinner at our complimentary Cafe. But, let's get into some ground rules" the video continued as the cocksucking faded out.

"Your box contains your class uniform and some accessories. Now, you may have seen the chastity device and wondered why it's there and who it's for. It may not make any sense to you now, but this is a vital study accessory. For the first couple of weeks, we want to keep you razor focused on learning and growing. As a result, you will put it on now and our journey will resume once you're done" the host smiled as the video panned to instructions on how to put on the contraption.

A warning flashed across the screen stating that the device had sensors to ensure compliance and if it wasn't on within 10 minutes, "assistance" would be dispatched.

I held the box in my hands, panicking. My mental gymnastics quickly provided a few points: 1) I surely wasn't going to be motivated to jack off here and 2) I didn't want someone else prodding my body and putting it on.

Swallowing more of whatever pride I had left, I opened the box slowly and held the cage up. My penis was flaccid, but the cage still felt snug. Following the instructions on the screen, I managed to secure it. A green light flashed on the cage and the video resumed.

"Great work! You've taken the first step in getting your mind focused on the task. In addition to this, the device will monitor your vitals as best as possible to measure stress, heart rate, and arousal."

"Now let's get to the uniform! True, it's not the most stylish of attire, but it serves its purpose in keeping you comfortable and promotes a sense of belonging. Go ahead and open Uniform Bag A and put it on. Once complete, please place the clothes you arrived in into the same bag and hang it on the outside of your door. Please be advised that we have also provided you with underwear that is also a mandatory part of the uniform. Additional pairs can be found in Bag A-2. Let's break until you get dressed!"

The same warnings flashed on the screen regarding "assistance."

I peeled open the bag and took the outfit out. Purple speedo-type underwear was included with white cloth shorts that didn't appear to be big enough and a white tank top with "LNCU" written in big bold letters.

I sighed in desperation as I changed. Sure enough, the shorts didn't cover my ass entirely and the tank top left my belly button exposed. I spent several minutes adjusting to no avail before angrily shoving my normal clothes into the bag and putting it outside my door.

The video resumed.

"Great work! Wear it for the rest of the day to get a feel for it. Like I said, you do have other pairs. They can be placed outside your door after being worn and will be washed and returned to you."

"You'll get more information tomorrow when class begins. For now, finish getting your room set up, explore the floor, meet your classmates, and have fun!"

I stared blankly at the wall, hoping this was a bad dream I could just wake up from. I had no interest in doing anything recommended. I wasn't going to go to the Cafe or meet anyone. I was going to stay put and plot...

3.

I woke up the next morning to a loud alarm coming from the wall screen. Upon sitting up, the alarm ceased and the host returned.

"Good morning! Go and get dressed and head down to Classroom 4!"

A map flashed on the screen showing me the classroom was right around the corner from my room. Small victories, I wouldn't be seen in my uniform by people outside of my class...hopefully.

I squeezed into my uniform and walked fast down the hall. What struck me was how positive and happy so many of the people in the hallway were. Was I the only non-gay guy here?

I found the classroom easily and sat in the back row. Portions of my exposed thighs touched the coldness of the chair, reminding me how exposed and stupid I looked. I glanced down at my desk while others filed in. Some were definitely gay, but 2 or 3 of the guys looked as confused and depressed as I was.

"Hello everybody!" a thin brunette woman with ample cleavage announced as she entered the room. "My name is Veronica and I'll be coaching your first week of training. I'm happy to have all of you as my budding Stress Release Agents!" She winked and rolled her eyes when repeating our job title, eliciting mixed laughter from the class.

"I know...I know...it's a silly name, but we wanted discretion. Blowjob Squad would possibly have been a better one" she continued.

More laughter filled the class as Veronica explained her journey from being a Stress Release Agent to now being a well paid teacher for the corporation. It was surreal. I sat stunned, still thinking this was all a mix up, a dream, or even a prank.

The screen behind her flashed on and we were greeted with images and videos of her sucking cock through the years while she continued to address the class.

"This is important work. Vital work. I performed my service and did it proudly. Our customers, your clients...they are the glue that holds this entire society together. A no strings attached blow job from a stranger you can see anytime or never again, on request may seem like a frill or entirely stupid. But, it has worked," she continued, listing a range of statistics about heart attacks and other related issues that had gone down considerably after this program was rolled out.

"I wasn't thrilled when I got my assignment. I won't lie. But seeing a man's demeanor going from irritable to euphoric in a matter of minutes just from my mouth? It's bliss. And if you ever get as good as I was, you'll be seeing it multiple times a day.."

Portions of the class erupted in laughter and applause.

My eyes were glued to the screen, she was so hot and slutty. My fascination turned to discomfort soon enough as my emerging boner was stopped short by fucking chastity cage. I crossed my legs awkwardly, hoping it would go down.

"By the end of my first week, I was fully on board. Imagine being paid to do your favorite thing? That was my life. I made so much in tips. That...is the type of agent I want you to walk out of this training being. In fact, I want you to be even better."

There had been many times in the past 24 hours where I still clung to hopes that this wasn't real, but this brought me uncomfortably up close and personal with my new life. I glanced around the room and noticed that nearly everyone was engaged and showing signs of excitement. Even the ones who looked confused at the start were into it.

Before I could close my thoughts, a portion of my desk shifted, a square hole was unveiled, and suddenly every desk had a dildo rising from the hole. It was attached to a metal arm and looked remarkably lifelike.

"Sooo...I'm sure many of you are experienced. Maybe some of you have never touched a penis that wasn't your own. That's OK. We're all going to start from the same level to make sure we're not missing anything," Veronica began.

"This unit is the same as the one in your room. While it may look like a normal sex toy, underneath its humming with all sorts of sensors that will rate the predicted pleasure of the recipient. I want to get a baseline so I can get a good feel for how to tailor any room for improvement as we continue."

Another slot on the desk opened and VR headsets appeared.

"Please put these on and we'll begin," Veronica added.

I cautiously lifted the headset and placed it on my head. At the very least, it would shield me from the torment of seeing anyone else and of them seeing me.

For a few seconds, I couldn't see anything but the outline of the dildo in front of me. Then, suddenly, the dildo morphed into a very realistic penis attached to a very realistic man. From the perspective of the VR headset, this man was sitting on my desk facing me. The man looked down at me with an expectant grin.

My pent up horniness from seeing Veronica's pics betrayed me as my dick still struggled against the cage.

"OK class, you have twenty minutes. Get it nice and ready and give the best blowjob you can!" Veronica said, her voice coming clearly through the headset.

I froze. A minute went by with me sitting in stunned silence as the man with the grin beckoned me forward.

"You know, failure to comply with the order can result in fines, criminal penalties, and conscription to the military" he said casually.

I sighed. This wasn't real. It was VR. It was not ACTUALLY gay and I wasn't sucking an ACTUAL dick, I told myself as I grabbed the dildo and slid an inch into my mouth.

"Ooh yeah, good boy," the man moaned down at me.

Sex toy technology had continued to grow and develop, but what they had on hand here was next level by a wide margin. The dildo was equipped with a number of sensors that measured estimated pleasure. It pulsated when you were doing well. Unknown to me, it was carefully created to emulate the smell and taste of an actual cock.