Chapter 1: Introduction
Jeremy's day started off like any other—a jolt of alarm, a stumble into the shower, and a hurried breakfast of cold cereal fed to him by the flickering morning light of his tiny apartment. He'd managed to spill his coffee on his shirt, ruining his only clean dress shirt for the day, forcing him to scramble for the last clean one in his overflowing hamper. It was wrinkled but passable.
The subway ride to work was a sea of faces, each more miserable than the last. He clutched his briefcase tightly, as if bracing himself against an invisible storm that threatened to sweep him away.
The train lurched to a halt at his stop, and he stumbled out, merging into the river of suits and ties flowing towards the towering skyscrapers.
Jeremy's office was nestled in one of these monoliths, a sterile, fluorescent-lit cubicle farm where the hum of computers and the clack of keyboards filled the air. The walls were adorned with motivational posters, their inspirational messages faded and worn from years of disinterested glances. The scent of stale coffee lingered, a constant reminder of the endless stream of mediocre break room brew.
He navigated the labyrinth of cubicles, nodding hello to familiar faces, or at least, familiar backs of heads.
His desk was a small island in this sea of beige, adorned with a flickering monitor, a stack of manila folders, and a mug that read "World's Okayest Worker." He flopped into his chair, the worn-out casters squeaking in protest.
"Morning, Jeremy," his neighbor, Linda, called out from her cubicle. She was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile and a penchant for cat-themed accessories. "You look like you've already had a rough one."
Jeremy managed a weak smile. "You could say that, Linda. Coffee spill, shirt wrinkle, you know the drill."
She chuckled, "Well, chin up. It's Friday.
Jeremy's desk is a mess of half-finished reports and crumpled Post-it notes. He's been at it for hours, his eyes straining against the harsh glow of the computer screen. The office is quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by the ticking of the clock and the distant hum of the city outside.
Suddenly, the door to his cubicle swings open, and in steps Mr. Abernathy. Jeremy's heart leaps into his throat. Abernathy is a tall, thin man with a sharp jawline and eyes that seem to pierce through you. He's dressed impeccably, his suit crisp and his tie perfectly knotted.
His glasses glint in the harsh fluorescent light, reflecting the cold smile on his face. "Jeremy," he says, his voice smooth as silk, "I've been looking for you."
“I’ll talk with you after you finish though.”
He pauses, his gaze flicking over Jeremy’s desk, taking in the chaos. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”
Jeremy swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Yes, sir. Just trying to catch up.”
His boss would walk off, and immediately a man in BDSM gear and a mask would bend Jeremy over his cubicle.
Jeremy would be in shock, and the man would whisper in his ear, "Don't resist, Jeremy. Let go." Jeremy, eyes wide with shock, whispered, "What? What are you doing?"
The man, his voice a low growl, replied, "I'm helping you relax, Jeremy. You look like you've had a rough day."
Jeremy's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the eyes of his coworkers on him, their curious whispers filling the air. He tried to look around, but the man held him firmly in place.
Abernathy watched from the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips. He crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
The man would rip off Jeremy’s belt and begin spanking him with it.
Jeremy would gasp and squirm, his face turning red. The man would chuckle, his voice low and menacing. "You like that, don't you, Jeremy? You like being dominated."
Jeremy would shake his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "No, please stop."
The man would pause, his hand resting on Jeremy's back. "Are you sure? Because I could keep going. I could make you beg for more."
Jeremy would hesitate, his body trembling. He could feel the heat of the man's hand on his back, the sting of the belt still lingering. He could feel the eyes of his coworkers on him, their whispers growing louder.
Jeremy would stutter in shock
“what if submit to you? Will you stop this?” Jeremy's voice was barely above a whisper, his body shaking with a mix of fear and something he couldn't quite identify. The man behind him chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down Jeremy's spine.
"Stop?" the man repeated, his voice dripping with mockery. "You want me to stop? After all this?" He gestured to the belt still lying on Jeremy's desk, the leather creaking softly as it shifted.
Jeremy swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room. He could see Linda peeking over the edge of her cubicle, her eyes wide with shock and curiosity.
He could hear the hushed whispers of his coworkers, their voices a low murmur that seemed to fill the entire office. He could feel the heat of the man's hand on his back, the sting of the belt still lingering, and he knew he was at a crossroads. He could either submit to this strange, dominant figure, or he could resist and face the consequences.
The man behind him seemed to sense his hesitation. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jeremy's ear. "There are four steps. I was hired and will not leave until these are finished.
First, you have to announce that I am your dad while you tell it. Then you have to strip down to your boxers. Then you have to moan and cheer while I fuck you. Then you have to be punished. Wanna get this over with?”
The man's voice echoed in Jeremy’s ear, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down Jeremy’s spine. He could feel the weight of his coworkers’ stares, the hum of whispers growing louder, their curiosity piqued.
Jeremy hesitated, his body trembling. He looked down at the belt on his desk, then back up at Abernathy, who was still watching, amusement playing on his lips. He couldn’t see the man’s face, not with the mask, but he could feel his presence, the dominance radiating off him like heat from a radiator.
He knew that he was low on options, and that he was a desperate virgin. He might get fired, but he also wanted to finally get fucked.
He longed for it more than anything else. So he heard the man's words and acceed to them.
Jeremy took a deep breath, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He looked around the office, meeting the wide-eyed stares of his coworkers. He felt a blush creep up his neck, but he pushed through it. He cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper at first. "Uh, hi everyone. I...I have something to say."
He took another deep breath, his voice gaining a little more confidence.
“I, uh, I want you all to know that...that this man...he’s my dad." A collective gasp echoed through the office, and Jeremy could feel his cheeks burning. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room, trying to avoid the stares of his coworkers.
The man behind him let out a low chuckle, his gloved hands resting on Jeremy's hips. "Good boy," he murmured, the words meant only for Jeremy's ears. "Now, you do have to say daddy.”
Jeremy's heart pounded in his chest as he realized what the man was asking him to do.
He looked around the room, seeing the shocked faces of his coworkers, and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. But there was something else too, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A thrill, perhaps, or a sense of excitement that he hadn't felt in a long time.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He looked down at the belt on his desk, then back up at Abernathy, who was still watching, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew that this was a test, a way for Abernathy to assert his dominance and control over him. But Jeremy also knew that he had no choice.
He had to play along, had to submit to this strange, humiliating game if he wanted to keep his job. He took another deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, “Daddy.”
A murmur rippled through the office, a mix of shock, amusement, and disbelief. Abernathy's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with approval. The man behind Jeremy chuckled, his hands tightening on Jeremy's hips.
“Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and approving. “Now, let's move on to the next step.”
Jeremy swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew what was coming next, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. But he had come this far, and he knew there was no turning back now.
The man behind him slowly unbuttoned Jeremy's shirt, his fingers brushing against Jeremy's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Jeremy could feel the eyes of his coworkers on him, their whispers growing louder. He could feel the heat of their stares, the weight of their curiosity, and it only served to heighten his embarrassment and excitement.
The man behind him, who Jeremy now referred to as Daddy in his head, slowly peeled off his shirt, exposing his thin, pale chest to the cool office air.
"Don't be shy, boy," Daddy cooed, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Jeremy's very core. "They're just looking at what's theirs now."
Jeremy blushed deeper, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to avoid the stares. But he couldn't. They were everywhere, the whispers growing louder, the shock turning into something else—something darker, more primal.
Jeremy felt a ridiculous urge to cover himself, but Daddy's hands were firm on his shoulders, holding him in place.
“Next step, Jeremy,” Daddy reminded, his voice a low growl. Jeremy hesitated, the reality of the situation sinking in. He was about to strip down to his boxers in front of his colleagues. In front of Abernathy.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself. He reached for his belt, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuckled it. He could feel the heat of his coworkers’ stares, the weight of their curiosity and shock.
He unbuttoned his pants, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He pushed them down, along with his boxers, revealing himself to the room. He felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, but also a strange sense of exhilaration. He was exposed, vulnerable, but also liberated in a way he hadn't expected.
Daddy's hands trailed down his sides, his touch gentle but firm. "Very good, boy," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "Now, let's move on to the next step."
Jeremy swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The back of his boxers would be pulled down, and a penis would rest against his cheeks He wasn't sure what the next step was, but he knew he was in too deep to back out now.
The man, Daddy, leaned in closer, his voice a low growl in Jeremy's ear. "Now, Jeremy, I want you to moan and cheer while I fuck you."
Jeremy's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked around the office, seeing the shocked faces of his coworkers, their mouths agape in disbelief.
"But...but here?” Jeremy stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “In front of everyone?” He could feel the heat of the man's body pressed against his, the hardness of his erection evident even through his clothes. He could feel the eyes of his coworkers on him, their shock turning into something else—something hungry, almost predatory.
The man, Daddy, chuckled, his breath hot against Jeremy's ear. "Yes, Jeremy. Right here, right now. I want you to moan and cheer while I fuck you. I want everyone to hear you, to know what a good little boy you are."
Jeremy's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest.
He could feel the man's hands on his hips, his fingers digging into his skin. He could feel the heat of his body pressed against his, the hardness of his erection evident even through his clothes.
He hesitated, his body trembling. He could feel the weight of their stares, the heat of their curiosity. He knew he was at a crossroads, and he knew he had to make a choice.
However, his hips bucked as his body made the choice for him. His asshole would seductively clench and tighten , as if beckoning the man to enter. Jeremy's face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the primal urge that was building inside him. He wanted this. He wanted to be fucked, to be dominated, to be used.
He let out a low moan, his body relaxing as he felt the man's fingers trail down his spine. The man behind him chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down Jeremy's spine. "That's it, boy," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You're doing so well."
Jeremy's breath hitched as he felt the man's hands grasp his hips, his fingers digging into his skin.
He could feel the man's erection pressing against him, hot and insistent. He let out another moan, louder this time, and he heard the collective intake of breath from his coworkers. He could feel their eyes on him, their shock turning into something else—something darker, more primal.
"Louder, Jeremy," Daddy growled in his ear, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Jeremy's very core. "I want everyone to hear you."
Jeremy took a deep breath, steeling himself. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body arching as he felt the man's fingers trail down his spine.
The office was silent, the only sound the harsh hum of the fluorescent lights and the distant murmur of the city outside. Jeremy would continue to moan and release himself.
“fuck me daddy… I am a little faggot and I love being railed. Ahhh FUCK ME.” Jeremy's voice echoed through the office, a raw, primal sound that seemed to shatter the silence. He could feel the man's fingers digging into his hips, his breath hot against his ear. He could feel the weight of his coworkers' stares, their shock turning into something else—something hungry, almost predatory.
“That's it, boy,” Daddy growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Jeremy's spine. “You're doing so well.”
Jeremy's body was on fire, his heart pounding in his chest.
The man behind him, Daddy, chuckled, his breath hot against Jeremy's ear. "You're a natural at this, aren't you, boy?" he murmured, his voice a low purr. "You like being the center of attention, don't you?"
Jeremy's face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the truth in the man's words. He did like it.