"Mark, can you take care of this?" Zane handed me some papers.
"Yes Sir, happy to!" I had to be enthused to take on more of his shit work. I glanced over the papers. It would take me hours to do this. More hours on top of the work I had on my own. And his stuff came before my own. I would fall further behind. I had to help Zane succeed. Another day in hell.
I couldn't stay late, I had to get to my cocksucking lessons and the gym. It was endless, Chris had me serving so many men I could barely keep up. My own work was falling behind, and my biggest account complained about everything. I knew I'd be called in on the carpet soon. My compulsions required me to do my best, so all my energy went to him. I looked at a pile of work I needed to do and hated all that I had to do for him.
At home, Chris decided I would be a vase. Starting on my back, I had to raise my legs and lower torso, propping my hips with my hands. Chris stuck a dildo and and told me to hold. It was not easy, and as my muscles strained, his orders were the only thing keeping me in place. I felt so stupid, being an object like that. Used, but not even really noticed. All the while I strained, struggled, for his passing amusement.
I was shaking by the time Chris deigned to let me drop, which I had to do to the side to keep from ramming the dildo straight up my ass. I panted laying there. Chris gave me a few breaths before making me crawl to lick his feet. Whatever he wanted to do that night, he did to me. Like he always did.
He fucked me before falling asleep. Because of course he fucked me before going to sleep. That's all I was to him. Something to use. Something to fuck. Something to loan out.
The next morning had a new horror. Panties, woman's panties for under my very tight pants. I had no choice. I had no choice in anything. I put them on. I'm not an idiot, no matter how many stupid things I was made to do. They would get shown sometime today. I would have to dread that until it happened, then dread when it did.
The panties were silky, feeling good next to my skin. Fuck it. Now I was liking panties? Chris was doing more stuff to my head. He liked screwing with my mind. I felt more emasculated than, well, recently. This was Friday, and I had nothing to look forward to.
With as much work as I had to do from Zane, even getting a chance to piss was rare. I really needed to, so I went, glad for the pressure release. As I finished, someone entered. I looked around, and it's Zane.
"Pull your pants down, shirt up. Show me."
"Yes Sir." I obeyed I had fastened my pants up, so I had to undo them. The stupid pink panties were on display for him to see. And laugh at. He did laugh.
"Good little submissive faggot. Does whatever he's told." Zane came closer, kneed me in the balls and left. I doubled over in pain. Zane liked to degrade me. Even a few moments in the bathroom, solely for his amusement.
I went back to all the work I had. Before Chris, and especially before Zane, I could slack off at work some. I had been able to bully someone into doing my shit work for me, now it was all me and everyone's shit work to do for them.
Every day was like this. The big meeting came up and I drugged into it. Boring stuff, management showing off. Part of the way through, the boss goes "Mark, what is the latest on the Broward account?"
Shit, I barely knew what was going on, it was my account now, and they were the biggest pains. "They have sent the last package back, with a laundry list of complaints. I've gotten with the source, to get replacements. It will take a couple days to get and send to them. I expect them to complain about the time it takes to get to them, and what is delivered." I was able to cobble together an answer from what I could remember. Doing Zane's work had kept me from my own work.
"As tough as they can be, we do need to be sure to service our clients. With your history Mark, I expect you to be able to clear a lot of their complaints away. A man of your skills and experience should be able to smooth it all out like a baby's ass." The boss paused and gave me a scowl, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. It was humiliating to be called out like this. I had been at the top of things, and having my failures called out was humiliating. There was a smirk on Zane's face.
Zane was asked next, and he had great news, since I was doing a lot of his work, so he got praised. There were glances my way. Everyone knew I was acting like Zane's bitch, fetching him coffee and doing some of his work. I wanted to melt into my chair. At the end of the meeting, I slunk out.
Zane smiled at me as he sent me an order to get him a coffee. I had to obey, any little whim he had, any time. I was degraded in front of everyone. After getting raked over the coals in front of everyone, they could all see me fetching coffee. Degrading.
Carrying the coffee to Zane across the floor really hit me. Everyone could see me, knew I was doing it for him. My guts cut, as if they were all laughing out loud at me, and not simply behind their eyes. Once I was a big man here, now I am not sure if it would be worse if I was in a tutu singing falsetto. Reaching his desk, I smiled wide "Your coffee, Sir." Zane gave me a shit-eating grin and lazily reached for it. I so wanted to smack his face. I couldn't raise a hand to him and got my ass back to my desk and work.
I couldn't go a minute without thinking everyone was laughing at me. My work was going to shit as I couldn't concentrate. I was fucked. Every glance was telling me the eyes knew I was Zane's bitch.
I got orders from Zane to stay late, to work on things for him, so I obeyed. Zane stayed as well, the office clearing out. The hairs on the back of my neck pricked up as I noticed everyone left was male. And approaching me.
"Strip." Zane said, causing the men to laugh and me to begin to unbutton my shirt. I blushed red with everyone looking at me, standing up as I pulled my shirt off. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my pants.
Peels of laughter when the panties were revealed. Exactly as Zane planned. Zane was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was blushing red down my neck. I had to stand there and take it. I'd been in panties before, this was in front of guys I worked with every day. I knew I would never appear the same way in their eyes again. I would not be able to do anything without eyes laughing at me.
"Pretty, pretty panties." Someone said. The waistband was snapped. I closed my eyes in humiliation.
"Must feel all soft and silky." That was another voice.
"We all know what dressing like that will bring."
"His dick likes it."
"Shit, look at that boner." Fuck, that made it infinily worse, all these guys seeing me hard being humiliated in panties. The laughter got heavier.
"Grab your shit and follow us." Zane ordered, leading the men out. I followed, carrying my clothes. Light was fading, the street lights coming on. Zane pushed one of the guys onto a bench, one of the ones put outside of buildings as more ornament then function. "Give him a lap dance." Zane stood back and crossed his arms.
I turned around and began to grind my ass on this guy's thighs. "Oh, Fuck, this dude is a total skank." That was the tip I was getting for my performance. The men around me recoiled or laughed. Or both. "He's not good enough for a tip, so I don't have to see if I have any singles."
"When you can't be a man, you can't fake being a woman either. I guess panties and lap dances are what you get."
"This is so fucking hot." The guy I was grinding on said.
"Run out to that streetlight," Zane pointed to one on the street "swing around it, hump it and come skipping back."
"Yes, Sir." I took off running to the streetlight, knowing I was looking like a fool. The streetlight was cold metal, I grabbed it and swung around like an idiot. Then I humped it. I could hear the howls of laughter. I had no idea who might be seeing me degrade myself like this, not that I could stop myself. I skipped back. I looked like an idiot, there was no way around it. It was stupid, so very stupid. Panties and skipping. I was a fucking toy to these men. Men from my office. Fridays should be the start of time off, I was being made an idiot.
The elastic on my panties got snapped again. "We need some beer."
There was a chorus of agreement. "Get your shit panty-boy." Zane ordered, leading everyone to the cars. I was pushed into the back seat with a couple of the guys. My clothes were tossed into the trunk. I was in the middle, sitting on a lap and told to hump my ass, so I did. Each of my hands was taken and put on a crotch. I had no choice but to jack the men, so I did.
"We got a regular whore here." One of the men said, bringing laughter and agreement from the others. I sure felt like one, and I knew I'd be used.
Zane drove to a liquor store, me working dicks and hands feeling me up. At the store, I was pulled out and made to join them in the store. All I was wearing was the panties, and in the bright lights of the place it was obvious. There were a couple customers in addition to the clerk who pointed at me. "No shirt no service."
"He's not buying anything, so he gets no service." Zane pushed me a bit. "Provides service, but doesn't get any." The last part wasn't as loud, but the point was made. The patrons looked at me as I followed Zane to pick up beer. The air felt cold, and I knew it was more than my state of undress. I was getting attention from everyone. The panties stuck up my crack and that made me feel even more exposed.
The tiles on the floor were cold on my feet, and the AC was running so I wrapped my arms around my chest. My nips were perking out. It looked like I could have been excited, but it was really just the cold. I hoped it was just cold. I couldn't be actually turned on by this. That would be too fucked up, but exactly the type of thing Chris would do to me.
One of the guys came up behind me and pinched my nips. "Excited, someone is excited."
