Chapter 2: Building Tension
Adrian was a tall, handsome man with short blonde hair and a muscular build. He had a charismatic yet cunning demeanor that was hard to ignore. Ashur, on the other hand, was a lean man with short black hair and a quieter presence. His lean build and intelligence made him a hard worker, but he often felt overlooked in the company.
As the meeting went on, Ashur couldn't help but notice how confident and in control Adrian seemed. He seemed to command the room with a presence that was both dominating and alluring.
Ashur had been stuttering the entire meeting, but he was prepared to finish the presentation. That was until Adrian stood up, and grumbled.
"Mate, you're coming across as a bit tangled here. You've lost the room."
Ashur hesitated, frustrated at the interruption but diagnosed it as a tangent in the presentation. "Pardon me, I'll move on."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, and turned back towards the room, his gaze locking on a nervous-looking employee. "Glen, what do we have for the customer contracts?"
Glen blurted out the numbers and turned back, frustrated at the unexpected interrogation.
The room was droning with the buzz of fluorescent lights, but Adrian stood tall, a giant amongst the sea of lesser occupied desks.
Adrian cleared his throat. "Ashur, I don't think your cut out for this job actually. As a man, my job is to put any submissive excuses in their place."
Everyone in the room would gasp, and Glen would interupt.
"Your not going to do this now are you? Dominate someone at work??"
Glen's eyes widened in disbelief, and the tension in the room became palpable.
Adrian looked at Glen and smiled. "Why not? This is the perfect time and place to establish dominance."
Ashur's heart raced as Adrian approached him. He felt a sense of fear, excitement, and shame all at once. He couldn't deny the allure of Adrian's confident demeanor, but he was also fiercely independent and didn't want to submit to anyone.
He would briefly try to put up a fight, to prove his manhood, by trying to tackle Adrian. Instead, Adrian would step aside and slam his head onto the meeting table. Without a moment's notice, he would pull down Asher's pants and smirk. "Look at this, everyone. Our man has some pretty flower panties on today."
Asher's face turned crimson as he tried to yank his pants back up, but Adrian maintained a firm grip, preventing him.
The room erupted in laughter and whispers, but Ashur could feel a strange sensation stirring within him. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't ignore the magnetic pull that Adrian had over him.
Asher would begin peeing himself out of fear. Once Adrian penetrates him, this would mean that legally he would have to give himself to Adrian.
He would become Adrian's submissive, his partner for as long as Adrian dominated his mind and body.
Adrian, with a devilish grin on his face, slides on a condom and sets his penis against Ashur's wall
"Now, Ashur, let's get something clear." Adrian's voice was firm and stern, a sharp contrast to the sensual touch of his hands on Ashur's body. "You are too weak to be on your own."
Adrian would flip Ashur around, and show the office Ashur's ass.
"Does this look like a man? Don't mind the pathetic excuse for a meeting. He fucking pissed himself!"
Another voice yelled, and the entire room would erupt in laughter.
Adrian's words struck Ashur like a dagger. He couldn't deny the truth in them, even if the reality left him feeling humiliated and exposed.
Adrian would contiune playing with Asher. He would remove the rest of Asher's pants, and would force his legs to wrap around his waist. Asher would tighten his legs, trying not to fall, and Adrian would use the moment to force his lips on Asher. Adrian's tongue would enter his mouth while his had would begin spanking his coworker.
Ashur's heart would race as Adrian's hands explored his body. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the way his body responded to Adrian's domineering touch.
Glen would roll his eyes " Why don't you quit playing with him, just fuck him already."
Adrian would grin, as he would flip Asher around. His arms would wrap around Asher's, and his penis would rub against the man's anus.
"You're mine now, Ashur. It's time to put all your strength and energy into serving me."
Asher would attempt to swing his body away from Adrian and his dick, but his asshole would naturally open as Adrian's sweat caused him to give in to his attractions.
"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T MAKE ME A SUB!!! IM NOT LIKE THIS! I PROMISE!"
Asher would cry out to his coworkers as they would laugh at him.
His pleas fell on deaf ears as Adrian wouldn't allow him to break his hold. He would curl up his entire body as Adrian's penis would forcefully slide into him.
Asher's tears streaming down his face, he would try to push against Adrian's body, but to no avail. Adrian's dominance was overwhelming, and he felt completely powerless to stop it.
Asher would moan in extacy as his eyes would roll back in his head.
Adrian would go at a steady rythym, forcing him to accept the dominance he had forced upon him mere moments before.
Glen would look around the room, and shake his head.
"Well, I'll be damned. I didn't think I would see Ashur like this in a long time."
The room full of ashen would laugh, and Asher would be left there vulnerable and exposed. Adrian would pound harder and harder, making Asher feel the pleasure-pain only those in dominate relationships could possibly understand.
Asher would try to stop himself from cumming infront of everyone, but Glen would walk up and would begin rubbing the Sub's penis.
"Hey Ashur, he's nearly there. Do you think you can cum for us?"
Adrian would pound harder as Ashur would attempt to fight off the orgasm that was building up inside of him.
But as Glen would continue rubbing his penis, it became impossible for Ashur not to cum. He would let out a loud scream as his entire body convulsed.
A wave of pleasure rushed through him, and he could feel Adrian grow even more intense. He came hard, gasping for breath, unable to control his body. His eyes were clouded with shame and embarrassment, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over him. It was like something inside of him had been set free.
In the moments that followed, Adrian would release his cum into Asher's anus, the final proof he needed to register Asher.
Adrian pulled out of him, and Glen offered him a tissue to clean himself.
Ashur felt like a shell of a man. He had been overpowered, dominated, and forced to submit to Adrian in front of all of his coworkers. His mind raced with thoughts of shame and self-doubt, but there was a part of him that couldn't deny the thrill of surrendering to Adrian's demands.
Adrian would smile and pat his sub on the head, as if to say 'good boy' before clicking a collar on Asher, and throwing him over his shoulder.
"I am going to get him accustomed to his new life. You guys can finish up here." Adrian waved his hand to dismiss the room, as he exited with the new submissive still on his shoulder.
The room full of coworkers would continue to poke fun at Ashur, who, now filled with regret and shame, would hang his head and hold his tail between his legs as Adrian walked him to his apartment.
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As Adrian would walk into the apartment complex, he would grin as he looked at his newest acquisition.
"Welcome home, Ashur."
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Adrian's voice was filled with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as he spoke. Ashur felt his face heat up with embarrassment as he hung his head in shame, still draped over Adrian's shoulder. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in his entire life.
Adrian's apartment was a minimalist haven, adorned with sleek, modern furniture and an array of futuristic gadgets.
The walls were painted a soft, calming gray, and floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the bustling city below. The room was filled with the hum of technology and the faint scent of burning incense.
Adrian carried Ashur into the living room, his footsteps echoing through the spacious apartment. Ashur's heart raced as he tried to process what had just happened. He had just been dominated and claimed by his coworker, in front of the entire office.
It was a humiliating experience that he would carry with him for the rest of his life. But, as he looked at the sleek, modern living room of Adrian's apartment, Ashur couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement.
He had never been in a situation like this before, but there was something about Adrian that drew him in. He was powerful, confident, and mysterious. And as he stood there, naked and vulnerable, he couldn't help but feel the allure of submitting to Adrian's will.
Adrian would drop Asher on his coffee table, and would attach the leash around Asher's neck to a hook in the ceiling.
Asher's eyes widened as he looked up, a mix of fear and confusion in his gaze. He had never felt this vulnerable before.
"Now Ashur, it's time for you to learn your place," Adrian said, his voice low and commanding. Asher's heart raced as he looked up at Adrian, unsure of what to expect.
Adrian would walk over to his gadgets in the corner of the room, and would pull out a dildo attached to a mechanism.
"I am sure you know that your employment has ended. So I want you to spend your first day getting used to being fucked. It will be what the rest of your life looks like." Adrian's words hung heavy in the air, and Ashur felt a chill run down his spine. He was no longer in control of his own life, and he was starting to realize just how powerless he truly was.
Adrian approached him with the dildo in hand, and Ashur couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He had never been with a man before, let alone had anything inserted inside of him. The idea of it made him sick to his stomach.
Ashur tried to resist, to pull away, but Adrian's grip was too strong. He was held down, unable to move as Adrian prepared him for what was to come.
"Please," Ashur whispered, his voice shaking. "Don't do this."
But Adrian didn't seem to hear him. He was too focused on his task, on asserting his dominance over Ashur. The dildo was cold and unforgiving as Adrian pushed it inside of him.
Ashur felt his eyes water as the intrusion burned and stretched him. He had never felt something like this before and it took every ounce of strength he had to not push Adrian away or scream out in pain.
Adrian grinned as he saw the look of pain and horror on Ashur's face. He knew this was the reaction he wanted. This was the first step in breaking Ashur's spirit and making him truly his.
"This is what your life will be like from now on, Ashur. I'll be back in a few hours."
Adrian would attach the dildo to a macchine that would continuously pump it's self into Asher, who was tide to the top of the table.
He would then turn away, and leave Ashur alone in his new apartment, tied up and humiliated.
The rest of the day was endless amount of mechanical thrusts and aching muscles for Asher, who was unsure of what to do. The only thing he knew was that he was at the mercy of Adrian.
His ass would loosen to the repeated thrusts, and Asher would begin to feel his feces begin to move through his intestines.
Ashur would be unable to hold in his bowels at this point and he would release a mess
"FUCK!!"
As the mess was made, Asher would scream in pain as the dildo would repeatedly push his shit back in him.
The sensation of the machine intertwining with his excrement horrified him. He couldn't take it anymore, the pain was too much. He laid there shaking and sobbing, feeling utterly defeated.
Adrian returned to the apartment, seeing Asher in pain and discomfort, he grinned. "Well, looks like you need a good cleaning."
He walked over to the sink and began pouring water on Asher's face, trying to wake him up from the shock. As he did so, Asher's eyes snapped open, a mix of terror and humiliation in his gaze.
Adrian continued to force water on Asher, attempting to clean off the mess he had made.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and in the shower." Adrian said, helping Asher to his feet.
As Asher stood up, he felt weak and unsteady, like a rag doll in Adrians' grip. He couldn't believe the events that had transpired in such a short period of time. All he could do was follow Adrian's lead, like a lost puppy.
The shower was a cold and miserable experience for Asher.
Adrian had stripped him down and forced him under the icy spray, washing away the remnants of his accident. Asher couldn't stop shivering, both from the cold water and the shock of what had transpired between them.
"You need to learn obedience, Ashur," Adrian said, his voice stern as he stood over him. "This is the consequence of your actions."
Asher didn't know how much more of this torture he could take. He wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy.
But something held him back. Maybe it was the shame of being dominated by another man, or maybe it was the fear of what Adrian was capable of. Whatever it was, Asher couldn't bring himself to resist.
As he stood there, shivering and vulnerable, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and it confused him. Was this what it meant to be dominated? To lose control and submit to someone else's will?
Was this what he truly desired deep down inside?
As the nights passed, Adrian did not relent in his BDSM training of Ashur. From spankings to whippings, from bondage to orgasms denied, Ashur was pushed to his limits every day. But with each passing day, he found himself more and more drawn to Adrian. He couldn't deny the allure of his dominance and the way it made him feel.