Vaughn couldn’t stand up because the chain was to short to reach the floor. He couldn’t lift himself off the dildo because then he would loose his balance and fall off the chair. And once off, he would have no way to get back on without someone to re-mount him. Unable to stand, he wouldn’t be able to reach everything on his desk. So he had no other option if he wanted to keep working. If they found him on the floor without his work done he’d be in for a lot worse. At least the dildo flared out a little so he could put some of his weight on it. Otherwise he would have collapsed ages ago.
His face was wet with tears of desperation, not only from his situation, but also the aching need. He wasn’t allowed to touch himself, a new rule Mister X imposed a week ago. Every time he shifted the dildo would rub his prostate. Vaughn let out a sob when he overheard one of his co-workers call him slave boy when delegating tasks. Skin covered with sweat, legs trembling, and mounted on display, Vaughn might as well be a slave boy. He was mounted like this because his round butt looked more appealing when the orbs were shiny with sweat and exposed like they were. So he had to comply and endure just like a slave boy, given no choice. He was just a piece of property for all the consideration he was spared.
Vaughn’s cock throbbed and started to swell. Looking down at his now ridged erection, Vaughn started to weep tears of humiliation and betrayal when he realized that his cock was responding to his thoughts. He tried to convince himself otherwise, but his throbbing teenage cock wouldn’t let him deny it. Looking over his shoulder, he whimpered in fear. He couldn’t let anyone see his cock like this. It would let everyone know that he was turned on by his situation and verify that he was property. That thought caused his hard on to twitch. He tried to focus on getting his work done, but ignoring his erection made him think about how he wasn’t allowed to touch it. You don’t pleasure property.
Would anything really change if he took Mister X up on his offer? Vaughn realized that he was already property. He was a slave anyway. It was Mister X’s choice, not his. The next co-worker to stop by would see Vaughn’s needy cock drooling pre-cum. All it took was a finger to his cock head and Vaughn did whatever Mister X said.
“He shifted his weight uncomfortably, whimpering as he did so. Sweat dripped down the small of his back, running like a stream between the orbs of his buttocks and cascading over the enormous dildo the boy was impaled upon. His legs were shaking with the effort up keeping himself upright and preventing any further penetration.
‘Looking for office assistant to perform odd jobs’ was all the newspaper ad said. Vaughn could type well enough so he had applied, interviewed and then signed all the necessary paperwork. The youth needed the job badly or he’d lose his car, his flat, everything.
The odd jobs got more and more odd until Vaughn found himself cleaning toilets with his tongue, serving tea from his back and spending a lot of time after hours in the bosses office. The owner of X Incorporated had somehow known of the youth’s desperate plight and knew that he would have to comply.
At first his co-workers had seemed shocked or sympathetic at his predicament but quickly that had turned to callous disregard. They laughed at his situation as they walked past his tiny cubicle; exposed to all who happened to glance his way.
Now, shackled to this diabolical chair, Vaughn worked frantically. The firm had a deadline fast approaching and more was expected of the teen every day. The piles of paperwork continually grew. ‘Call this client.’ ‘Fax this report.’ ‘Collate these documents.’
Face red with tears of humiliation and desperation, Vaughn wept silently and contemplated the disgusting offer that Mister X, his boss, had proposed for a life free from money woes. A life of slavery.