Chapter 1: Orientation: Breaking Him In
Sota stood there as the copy machine hummed its mechanical hum, printing its paper as it always does. What document he was printing, he did not know. Nor did he care, but he still enjoyed the task nonetheless. It's been a while since he actually did any office work.
It's strange to enjoy such a menial task, but when you're in Sota's position, you learn to find pleasure in the smallest things. After all, Sota had become quite used to pleasure.
The copy machine spat out the last page, and Sota picked it up, his fingers brushing against the warm paper, a contrast against the cool air hitting his bare skin.
"Notice of arrival", the paper said in a big bold title.
"Heh, new guy." Sota snickered, turning off the machine and heading back to wherever it was he needed to bring the paper to.
"Hhmmmph....ah...oh god...oh fuck....please, please....I'm sorry..."
A muffled scream and plea echoed through the paper-thin walls of the office, interrupting Sota's journey. Not an unfamiliar sound in this place, but it still made him pause.
The screams were coming from Inuyasha's office.
"Oh, what poor soul pissed off the boss this time?" Sota wondered.
He continued to his destination, one hand clutching the paper, the other rubbing his crotch as he listened to the moans and the pleas and the slapping of flesh against flesh as he walked.
A flash blinded his eyes as he walked past a standing mirror. He paused, his reflection staring back at him. He was buck naked saved a bow tie around his neck, as usual, his body still bearing traces of yesterday's encounters - a love bite here, a faint bruise there, a small cut on his lower lip where Inuyasha's teeth had been. His tiny cock was half-hard, flushed and eager.
This was his uniform, his daily attire. He's never needed to wear clothes since he started working at InuTaisho Inc.
The uniform was simple: a bow tie and nothing else. The air conditioning was always set to a cool 68 degrees, perfect for keeping the bodies on display nice and perky, Inuyasha liked to say.
He rounded the corner, his sudden appearance startling a group of male employees who were huddled around something he couldn't see. Curious, Sota peeked over the sea of bodies, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.
In the centre of the circle, a woman was on her knees, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her tits spilling out of her blouse. Her head was bobbing up and down, her lips wrapped around a cock while behind her , another man was naked from the waist down, his hips thrusting, his hands clamped onto her hips, fucking her hard.
Sota rolled his eyes at the sight.
"Hey! Hey! Only class four employees get to fuck on the company's time, you piece of shit." Sota's voice cut through the air like a whip as he pushed his way through the crowd, scattering the gawking men like cockroaches.
The three on the ground looked up at him: the woman with her mouth full of cock, the man fucking her from behind, and the man whose cock she was sucking. They all looked disappointed as they untangled themselves from each other. The woman stood up, tucking her breasts back into her blouse, her lipstick smeared across her face.
"Aw c'mon Sota, we're just having a bit of fun. You can hear the boss in there," the man with the unfinished blowjob said, gesturing towards the door to Inuyasha's office. "He's busy. No one will know."
Sota shot him a withering glare. "That's not the point, Koga. You know the rules. Now get dressed and get back to work."
"Why don't you join us?" Koga said, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"You look ready for it."
He knelt down and buried his face into Sota's crotch, inhaling deeply. Before Sota knew it, the men that were watching earlier fell upon him. They grabbed his slender body, their rough hands exploring every inch of him. A pair of hands grabbed his breasts from behind, kneading them and pinching his nipples.
Sota squirmed but did not try breaking free.
He laughed as he felt the lips and tongues begin to suckle on the flesh of his asscheeks, their hands reaching around to cup and squeeze his balls.
CLICK
The sound caught Sota's attention through the haze of pleasure, and he looked up to see a man standing in front of the crowd, camera in hand.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
The Polaroid photos falling like confetti at his feet. The photos each displaying Sota's slender, naked form surrounded by the men, their hands, their mouths, their cocks all over him.
Suddenly, Sota felt himself hoisted off of his feet and planted onto his back on a table. Two pairs of hands held his legs open wide, exposing his quivering hole. The camera flash continued, CLICK CLICK CLICK, as Sota's body was turned into a buffet table.
Cocks, hard and ready, were all around him, rubbing against his skin everywhere they could. Sota grabbed the two closest to his face and jerked them as he gave his final warning.
"If you do this, you're all fucked you know that?"
Sota said calmly as he jerked the cocks in his hands, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and lust. "Inuyasha will have all your heads."
A low, lustful chuckle filled the room, drowning out Sota's threats. "We don't give a fuck, Sota. You're just a little slut, aren't you? A little fucktoy for the boss to play with." It was Koga, his voice dripping with malice as he stepped between Sota's legs, his throbbing cock already slick with precum, ready to take what it wanted.
"You're the boss's hole, but today you're our hole."
Koga gave his cock a few good jerks before he lined himself up with Sota's entrance, the crown of his dick pressing against the tight pucker and plunged in.
It was a blur after that, at least for them anyway.
Sota stood up amongst the mess of sprawled-out bodies, all of them panting heavily, their limp cocks drained and spent. He grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself up, making sure to clean the cum oozing from his ass as well. He tossed the tissues in the trash and turned to face the men, his expression solemn.
The men around him, Koga included, were barely conscious. Each of them having pumped him with as much cum as they could. They clearly had a great time, but Sota only felt the remaining arousal in his still hard cock.
Sure, he came once or twice during the fuckfest, but it wasn't enough. The cocks were subpar by his standard, not to mention the sloppy, inexperienced way they fucked him, and they barely lasted a few minutes each. He needed something better, something more.
Speaking of time.
Sota grabbed the paper he was supposed to deliver and looked up at the clock.
Twenty minutes. That was how long it took for them to tire themselves out.
"Gangbang, my ass." Sota scoffed. They screwed themselves over for twenty minutes of shitty fuck. pathetic.
He should have been in Inuyasha's office by now, but no matter. The boss would be busy for a while longer. The slapping sounds were still echoing through the walls, coupled with grunts, moans, and the occasional *smack*. Inuyasha was a demanding lover, and his new plaything was taking the brunt of it.
Sota readjusted his bow tie and continued on his way.
He pushed past the door to the hallway to Inuyasha's office , the familiar sight of the senior employees lounging around the small lounge area. Hojo was there, his long legs sprawled out on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone. Sango sat across from him, her legs crossed at the ankles, her eyes scanning over some papers on the table.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Hojo said, his gaze flicking up from his phone to Sota, a smirk playing on his lips.
His eyes raked over Sota's body, taking in the signs of his recent activities, the cum still trickling down his thighs, the redness of his ass, the puckered, used hole.
"You look like you've been busy," Hojo said, his voice a low, purring growl, and Sota couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. Hojo always had that effect on him.
"Just another day in paradise," Sota retorted, flashing a smug smile as he sauntered into the room, the paper he was supposed to deliver crumpled in his hand.
"Oh by the way, Sango?" Sota swivelled back around to speak to the HR Rep. She looked up from her desk and smiled sweetly, "Something you need, Sota?"
"I want to report the juniors in the cube office for sexual assault on company property. They forced themselves on me and even took pictures."
Sango looked at him for a second before replying with a smile.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thank you." Sota replied sweetly.
"Oh, one more thing." He swivelled about again. He turned and presented his asshole, still dripping with cum, to the two senior employees. "Can you help me out? I don't think Inuyasha likes sloppy seconds."
Sota rushed into his boss's office as quickly as he could.
It was a large room, but everything else disappeared when his eyes landed on the scene before him.
Inuyasha was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted by the cityscape outside. He was naked, his long white hair cascading down his back, the piercing amber gaze scanning the room. On his coffee table, bent over in lewd display, was a woman. Her skirt hiked up, her panties torn and discarded on the floor, her ass red from the handprints Inuyasha had left. Her face was pressed against the table, her lips parted, tongue lapping at the surface as if she were a dog trying to find water.
Behind her, Inuyasha had three fingers shoved up her asshole, the knuckles moving in and out with a wet squelching sound.
It's Ayumi, the sales rep.
"You useless cunt," Inuyasha growled, his fingers moving faster, deeper, his voice a low rumble of thunder. "You think you can fuck with me and get away with it?"
"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Ayumi repeatedly whimpered.
She was trying to talk, but her words were reduced to incoherent moans as Inuyasha's fingers relentlessly ravaged her ass. Sota watched, his cock twitching with interest. He had seen Inuyasha fuck countless people before, but there was something about the way he dominated Ayumi that was particularly arousing.
"Inuyasha, please..." Ayumi begged pathetically. "I-I'll do anything...just please stop..."
Inuyasha chuckled, a dark, menacing sound that sent shivers down Sota's spine. He pulled out his fingers, and Ayumi let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing slightly.