Greg Dawson
I had discovered that I was gay in high school and despite my best efforts to keep it secret the truth eventually came out and I was forced to put up with taunts, humiliations and beatings beyond count from just about anyone who thought they could take me on, which was just about everyone given my scrawny frame.
Daniel Bird was the worst of them all. He led his friends after me any chance he could, even following me to my part-time waiter job after school where he could have me tend to him while spilling every drink he was brought and demanding I clean it up for him. That part-time job paid off when I was able to buy my gym membership and it wasn't long before I could turn the tables on all my bullies. I hold an especially fond memory of teaching Daniel that I was no longer an easy target. I left him crying on the floor along with his reputation as a tough guy.
After that school was smooth sailing and I was able to protect another few guys when they came out, while Daniel could only seethe. After that college was a blast, studying business and getting together with guys finally away from their parents. Things were looking up until we were told that for our final year we would have to serve as an apprentice to a local business leader in order to graduate. I was thrilled initially; these kinds of apprenticeships can often end with a decent position.
Then I came to my apprenticeship to find that Gordon Bird was the CEO I was going to assist. I didn't mind at all as the pay was good, the work was engaging, my co-workers were friendly, the dress code was casual and Gordon was nothing like his son and we developed a decent relationship. It was actually a lot of fun working alongside Daniel and watching him turn green with envy as, while he had a better job than me, everyone from his father on down knew that he was only there because he was the boss's son, and I was fast winning his father's respect in a way Daniel never could.
Only it all fell apart when Gordon's wife fell ill and he had to take time off to care for her and leave his son as interim CEO. Morale fell around the office as mine plummeted. On day one Daniel called me into his new office and said "take a seat fag" with a big smile on his face. I was about to lay into him when he said "just remember if you don't finish off your year here you fail the course, in fact a call from me and your career is over before it has even begun." He was right, the bastard was right, my future was in his hands I realised as I reluctantly took a seat. "Good fag" he grinned, clearly enjoying renewing the power he once had over me, "now I think my father might have underestimated you, now while he has let you use your talents as an office worker, I don't think he made true use of your potential as an office bitch, so that is what we have to get caught up on."
He wasn't kidding, while I still had my old responsibilities as an average office worker, plus making up for his incompetence as CEO, I also had to fetch his morning coffee, prepare his meals, drive him around town, keep my phone with me 24/7 to serve his ridiculous requests even when at home and perform every last humiliation he wanted, even occasionally using me a human footstool. I was completely wrecked, but I had an idea, my uncle had told me once that he used to smoke, just a habit he couldn't quit until he tried online hypnosis. I was shocked that it honestly worked but he explained to me that "the videos don't tell you to do anything you don't want to do on some level, at least at first, even if it's something you don't really want to do", this made no sense to me so he explained "say I want you to lick the tarmac, even if I told you in your subconscious to do it, your conscious mind would find it ridiculous and refuse, but if I hypnotised you to think of ice cream constantly because you like the taste that would be easy, if I then told you to associate ice cream with it being dropped on the ground that would be easy because it often happens, I could eventually get you to lick the tarmac in the hopes of tasting ice cream", I laughed and told him that it was ridiculous but he just smiled and said "I thought the same but it worked, they don't change the thoughts at once, they enhance some and minimize others, I used a lighter for my cigarettes so they made me associate cigarettes with fire, enhanced that feeling and eventually every cigarette I touched felt like an open fire." It got me thinking about turning Daniel into a nicer person and making peace with him, but that didn't feel right, he had to suffer for how he treated me, I wanted him humiliated and under my control, he made me his office bitch so I was going to make him my full-time bitch boy.
Daniel Bird
I looked up from the computer and saw Greg walking towards my office with my morning coffee. God, it felt good making the homo wait on me hand and foot. Serves him right for the beatdown he gave me, even if it was just pure luck that gave him the upper hand. I could still beat him up if I wanted. It was a reassuring thought. I'd gotten anxious when Dad started treating him like the son he always wanted, but now it was me Dad put in charge not that fag. I'm the man now.
I stopped thinking about Dad now because I hate the idea of Greg being his favourite so it's easier just letting the little bitch bring me my coffee. "Here you are sir" Greg announces, more chipper than usual, I'll have to do something about that.
I take a sip and say "footstool" and like that he's on his knees and I'm in charge. I started feeling drowsy and I hear my feet hit the floor as Greg stands over me smiling.
Your father doesn't love you.
Your father doesn't respect you.
Your father prefers Greg to you.
You aren't fit to run the company.
I don't know how long I spent listening to those words but by the time I was in control of myself again people were starting to leave the office. I stopped Greg and asked him what happened. He shrugged and said "you fell asleep so I went back to work". Of course he did, no wonder Dad likes him, he stays professional while I snore the day away. I don't admit it though, instead I snarl and make a homophobic jibe. The next few days I'm a mess, constantly trying to ignore the insecurities I've always hid from while trying not to let Greg off the hook for causing them. I finally think I've got it under control when I zone out after another coffee.
Greg is stronger than you.
Greg is smarter than you.
Greg is more handsome than you.
Greg is more popular than you.
Greg is better than you.
Again, I wake up late and try to get my bearings, but even after Greg appears I still struggle to comprehend what's going on, not his fault as he explains it well I'm just not clever enough to keep up. The next few days are even worse now as while I still feel the same hatred and envy for Greg as before, I can't bring myself to act on it. If he wants, he could beat me up in front of everyone like before and they'd cheer him on because they all like him better. Hell, it's not like he isn't useful, the place would fall apart without him.
I've stopped asking him to do little jobs so as to not waste his time, but he insists on bringing me my coffee and I can't bring myself to say no to him. This morning as I wait for Greg to come in and explain these spreadsheets to me, I can't help but wonder what's taking him so long. I should call him out, but I don't dare. At last, he comes and says "here's your coffee." No sir. I thank him and drink up.
Greg is your superior.
