Chapter 58: The Proud Demonstration
Boom’s laughter subsided into a series of satisfied chuckles. He placed his coffee cup down on the low glass table with a soft, definitive click. He exchanged a long, knowing look with Kla. The air in the lounge seemed to still, the hum of the fluorescent lights taking on a sharper, more expectant frequency.
“Hey, since we’re all here, and you’re in such a sharing mood,” Boom began, his voice dropping into a more confidential tone, though his cold eyes sparkled. “There’s some news we never got to tell you. With the business trip and then your… intensive onboarding. Timing was never right.”
Ken leaned forward, his expression bright with curiosity. His hands remained locked behind his head, his body open and attentive. “News?”
Kla nodded, his severe face softening with a hint of mock-sympathy. “It happened just before we left. Eight weeks ago. The board made some swift decisions.”
Boom spread his hands, a gesture of modest revelation. “They promoted us, Ken. Both of us. We’re the new CEOs.”
The words hung in the sterile air.
Ken’s brain processed them. His sharp, intelligent eyes widened. The information didn’t connect to any past humiliation or present subjugation. It connected only to his friends, to their success, to the corporate hierarchy he now revered. A tremendous, sunburst of pure happiness erupted inside his chest, so violent it made him gasp.
“What?!” he shouted, his voice ricocheting off the glass walls. He jumped to his feet, his hard cock bouncing. He wasn’t supposed to stand without permission, but the sheer exhilaration short-circuited his protocol. “CEO level? Both of you? That’s… that’s incredible! Congratulations! Oh my god!”
He was beaming, radiant with genuine, unfiltered joy for them. He started to pace a few steps, bare feet slapping the cool floor, his mind racing with the implications. He stopped abruptly, turning to face them, his expression shifting into one of dramatic realization.
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait.” He pointed a finger at them, his tone becoming instructively serious. “This changes everything. You’re not just my senior employees from other departments anymore. You were, but now… you’re literally the CEOs. That means you’re my bosses. The top bosses.”
Boom and Kla watched him, their faces masks of amused expectancy. “It does change the dynamic a bit,” Kla acknowledged calmly.
“A bit?” Ken exclaimed, laughing breathlessly. “It changes the rules! If that’s the case, I shouldn’t just be kneeling for you casually like this.” He gestured to his own kneeling spot. “For CEO level or higher, the proper greeting protocol is more comprehensive. I should crawl and bow down. That’s the mandated respect tier.”
Boom threw his head back and laughed, a rich, loud sound of delight. He looked at Kla. “Hear that? We’ve been greeted improperly this whole time. We should feel slighted.”
Kla’s lips twitched. “A serious breach. So, Ken,” he said, fixing his chillingly calm gaze on his friend. “Do you want to greet us properly? According to the rule?”
Ken didn’t hesitate. His face lit up with eager pride. “Yes. Absolutely. You deserve the full ceremony.”
Immediately, he moved. He dropped from his standing position directly to his knees on the hard floor. The impact was sharp, but he didn’t flinch. Then, with a happy, purposeful energy, he began to crawl forward on his hands and knees. His back was straight, his head held high in a parody of dignity, his hard cock swinging beneath him. He crawled the short distance across the sleek rug until he was directly between their two leather chairs.
He bowed. Not a slight nod. He pressed his forehead down to the cool floor at their feet, his arms stretched forward, his ass in the air, presenting his still-open hole to the empty lounge behind him. He held the position, perfectly still.
Boom looked down at the crown of Ken’s head, his smirk deepening. “Very formal. What’s the next step after bowing down? I’m unfamiliar with this… tier.”
Ken raised his head. He thought for a few seconds, his brow furrowed in adorable concentration. Then it cleared, replaced by a proud, almost cocky smile. “I’ve already mastered the skill. I’m proud to educate my best friends on the correct greeting ritual of S&F employees to CEO levels.” He said it like he was sharing a valuable trade secret. “After bowing to your feet, I have to get back to a kneeling position and say, ‘Master [Name], Ken is ready for service.’”
Kla leaned forward, resting his chin on his steepled fingers. “Interesting. And how would that work for both of us? If, theoretically, you weren’t allowed to talk to us friendly like this at the company. How would you greet us then?”
Ken grinned, a flash of his old, playful self. “Kla, you still need my tutor session, huh?” He shook his head in mock exasperation. “Okay, okay. Watch and listen carefully. I’ll repeat the whole process so you get it right.”
He backed up on his knees, putting a little space between himself and their feet. He assumed his perfect kneeling posture: spine straight, knees spread wide, hands interlaced behind his head, his erection taut. His face became a mask of formal reverence.
He bowed again, deeply, forehead touching the floor between Boom’s polished shoes and Kla’s sleek loafers.
He rose back to the kneeling position. The shift was fluid, practiced. He took a slight breath, filling his lungs, and then spoke in a clear, respectful, projecting voice that echoed softly in the quiet room. “Master Boom, Master Kla, Ken is ready for service.”
The silence that followed was profound.
Then Boom and Kla burst into applause. They clapped their hands together cheerfully, the sound sharp and celebratory. Their laughter was warm, enveloping.
“Bravo!” Boom said, still clapping.
Kla nodded, his severe features finally breaking into a full, relaxed smile. “Thank you for educating me. I’ll be sure to remember that protocol.”
Ken laughed happily, the formal mask dissolving back into boyish glee. He relaxed his posture slightly, though his hands stayed behind his head, his knees stayed spread. “You better! So prepare yourselves,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischievous pride. “Get used to hearing exactly what I just said every single time we see each other from now on.”
“Get used to hearing exactly what I just said every single time we see each other from now on.” Ken finished, his chest swelling with a peculiar, unshakeable pride. He remained kneeling, a statue of devout protocol, the cold floor a familiar anchor.
Kla watched him, the severe lines of his face softening into something far more predatory. A slow smirk pulled at his lips. He leaned casually towards Boom, his whisper a dry rustle in the quiet room. “Look at him. He’s so proud of it. We should stir the pot a little. See how deep this well really goes.”
Boom’s cold eyes flickered with immediate understanding. He gave an almost imperceptible nod, then turned his full attention back to Ken, his expression morphing into one of playful, apologetic curiosity. “Ken, buddy, you’re a lifesaver. Seriously. My memory is trash for this bureaucratic stuff.”
He spread his hands in a gesture of helpless appeal. “As a new CEO, I’m gonna need a cheat sheet. What are the other rules for an S&F employee to the CEO level? Besides the whole crawl-and-bow welcome party you just threw for us.”
Ken’s face brightened at being treated as an essential resource. He laughed, a light, easy sound. “Okay, don’t worry. I’ll guide you. Basically, CEO levels have all the same privileges as any other department employee. You can make any request, touch me freely, whatever.”
He shifted slightly on his knees, the movement purely practical. “The main difference is the greeting ceremony, which you now know. And one other specific privilege.” He said this last part with a matter-of-fact clarity, as if discussing vacation policy. “Apart from the greeting, CEO levels are the only ones officially allowed to fuck me. Other employees can’t. That’s a rule.”
Boom nodded slowly, as if filing away crucial data. “Right, right. That tracks. Hierarchy.”
“Also,” Ken added, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration, “if I have to physically follow a CEO somewhere within the building, I have to crawl to accompany them. Not walk. And one more thing.” He held up a finger, his teacher-mode fully engaged. “If I’m specifically assigned to assist a particular CEO on a task, that CEO has to collar me. It’s a leather collar. It’s a sign to other employees that they can make any requests of me only after I finish my primary task with that CEO.”
Kla listened, his head tilted. The clinical part of his mind was cataloging every detail. The emotional part was savoring the surreal poetry of it. “Fascinating,” he murmured. Then his chillingly calm eyes locked onto Ken’s. “A practical question, then. Today. This ‘day off’ the generous CEOs gave you. How much of this rulebook are you actually supposed to follow with us right now?”
Ken didn’t hesitate. “The dispensation is only for friendly talk without the ‘Master’ honorific. I have to follow all the other posture and readiness rules. That’s what Master Hana said.”
Boom and Kla looked at each other, then back at the naked, kneeling man between them. A shared, silent laugh passed between them. It was too perfect.
Boom leaned forward, his voice dropping to a tone of genuine, almost brotherly curiosity. “Hey, real talk for a second, no corporate bullshit.” He gestured vaguely at Ken’s entire situation—the spread knees, the hard cock, the memory of his forehead on the floor. “Does any of this ever feel… I don’t know, weird? Like, we’re your best friends from uni. You just crawled over and bowed at our feet. You’re sitting here completely naked, hard, explaining how we’re allowed to fuck you.”
He spread his hands, his smirk finally reaching his eyes, but with a sharp, inquiring edge. “Do you feel any shame? Even a little bit?”
The question hung in the sterile, scented air.
Ken blinked. His sharp, intelligent eyes, which once parsed complex data streams, now simply reflected a soft, genuine confusion. He looked down at his own body as if seeing it for the first time in this context. The familiar flush of humiliation, the shyness that used to claw at his throat whenever he was exposed in front of them—it was gone. Erased. In its place was a vast, quiet certainty.
He looked back up at them, his expression open and sincerely puzzled.
“Shame?” Ken repeated, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. He shook his head slowly, a small, confident smile forming. “Why would I feel shame? I’m following the rules perfectly. I’m excelling.”
“I’m excelling.” Ken’s smile was pure, untroubled certainty. He glanced down at his own body again, not with judgment but with a kind of professional appraisal. “And this,” he said, giving a slight nod toward his nakedness, “is the official uniform provided by the company. So I’m actually proud to wear it. It’s a sign of belonging.”
He shifted his weight on his knees, the hard floor a distant complaint. His expression then shifted, morphing into one of playful, mock sternness as he looked between Boom and Kla. “But you know, you two really should’ve told me you were already at CEO levels faster. I’ve been greeting you all wrong this whole time, just like any other employee from a different department.”
He clicked his tongue, the sound chiding. “If someone else from S&F saw that, they might think I didn’t pay proper respect to the CEOs. That’s a bad look. I have a reputation to uphold here.”
Boom barked a laugh, raising his hands in surrender. Kla gave a slow, apologetic nod, the motion utterly insincere.
“Our bad, Ken,” Boom said, his voice dripping with faux remorse. “We’re still learning the ropes. Didn’t know there were so many… layers to the etiquette. Sorry.”
Kla’s lips twitched. “It’s a complex ecosystem. We’ll rely on you to keep us in line.”
Boom leaned back, stretching his broad shoulders. “Speaking of learning the ropes, we’ve been cooped up in meetings for weeks. You know this place better than anyone now.” He gestured broadly toward the lounge entrance. “How about you give us a company tour? A proper one. Show us how things really work on the ground.”
Kla nodded, his severe features settling into agreement. “A reconnaissance mission. I’m in.”
“Yes! Absolutely,” Ken said, his face alight with the new purpose. Then his smile faltered, replaced by a practical, concerned frown. “But in that case, I need to be collared. It’s the rule for specific CEO-assisted tasks, remember? Otherwise, any employee we pass who doesn’t know I have this day off dispensation could make a request. I wouldn’t be allowed to decline, and it would interrupt your tour.”
Boom and Kla exchanged a glance. The logic was airtight, a perfect trap of his own devotion.
“Right, of course. The collar,” Boom said, as if just remembering. He reached into the inner pocket of his designer jacket and withdrew a loop of thick, black leather. A polished steel D-ring glinted under the lights. “Funny enough, I have one right here. New CEO gift, I guess.” He held it up, letting it dangle from his finger. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take the honor.”
“Sure,” Ken said without a moment’s hesitation. He immediately broke his kneeling posture and dropped forward onto his hands and knees. He crawled the short distance to Boom’s feet, the movement practiced and efficient, then stopped and lifted his chin, exposing the bare line of his throat.
Boom’s cold eyes watched the submissive arc of Ken’s spine. He leaned forward. The leather was cool and supple as he looped it around Ken’s neck. Ken remained perfectly still, his breathing even, as Boom fastened the buckle snugly at the nape. The weight of it was a new, anchoring sensation. Boom then attached a thin, elegant chain leash to the D-ring, the links whispering as he let it fall against Ken’s chest.
Kla observed the ritual, his head tilted. Once the clasp clicked shut, he gave a single, approving nod. “Now everything is ready.”
Ken backed up on his knees, a new energy humming through him. The collar felt correct, official. “We should start at the very top,” he announced, his voice bright with tour-guide enthusiasm. “The rooftop garden. Then we can work our way down floor by floor, all the way to the main entrance. A full vertical audit.”
“Lead the way, expert,” Boom said, gathering the chain loosely in his hand.
Kla stood, smoothing his trousers. “After you.”
“Okay!” Ken said, turning his body toward the lounge’s main doors. He didn’t stand. He dipped his head and began to crawl.
His movement was steady, purposeful. His palms met the cool, polished floor tile, then his knees. The position pulled his body taut, raising his hips. His balls hung heavily between his thighs. His hard cock swung beneath him like a pendulum with each forward motion, the tip brushing the ground.
The view he presented to Boom and Kla, walking casually behind him, was one of total exposure. The slack, open hole from the previous day’s “service” was fully visible, a dark pink contrast to the pale skin of his ass. Every muscle, every part of him, was on relentless display.
Boom and Kla followed at a leisurely pace. Their eyes were not on the sterile hallway, the motivational posters, the dying plant. Their gazes were fixed on the crawling form ahead, on the rhythmic, revealing motion of his body, on the proof of their absolute design.
They looked at each other. No words were needed. Their smiles were small, private, and utterly satisfied.