Keith had me kneeling before him for at least an hour that evening, chewing on his stinking, black nylon wanking socks. Every time I started to gag he instructed me to swallow and then continue sucking out his foot and cum juice cocktail. Seeing Keith smirk as I struggled to swallow strangely turned me on. I love seeing the pleasure in his face at the expense of my discomfort. Despite this, I felt sick and nearly puked several times. Keith was certainly pushing my limits! And I was accepting the challenge willingly, like a filthy, subservient sock sub, eager to please my Master. In my wildest dreams, back when I was 18, I would never have thought that my teenage sock kink crush would one day be my boss and Master.
As I walked into the office one Monday morning, HR called me into their office. “Tom, I’ll be sending out your appraisal form shortly, it’s been 6 months already. Please get it back asap so we can make things permanent here, assuming you want that?” I wanted nothing more. “But don’t be disappointed by your scores from Keith, he’s notoriously tight on scoring high. But trust me, he’s never actually graded anyone as good as you, so you must be doing something right”. I laughed. If only she knew how fucking hard I’ve worked to serve him.
At my desk, Keith walked past. “Tom, my office”. He walked past, faces looked up at him and then me. I got up and followed him to his office - I might as well have crawled on all fours I was so desperate, I’m sure if I had a tail it would be wagging. “No calls or disturbances for 30 minutes” he instructed the office clerk. In his office, he sat at his desk. “You looked at your appraisal yet Nancy boi?” “Not yet Sir”. He smiled, “there’s still a chance you could up your score bitch”. I looked surprised, he’d never called me that before. “What, you fucking stupid? You’ve been my bitch for months now. And it suits you”. I smiled warmly, I felt a sense of pride inside. “What would you like me to do Sir” I said coyly. Keith motioned for me to come to his side of the desk. “Under here” his eyes glanced to the foot well of his desk. My eyes widened, and I slipped and sat, crossed legged and slightly hunched, under his desk, hidden. Keith slowly undid his belt, opened his trousers and slipped his huge Alpha monster out and allowed it to lay over the waistband of his underwear, still containing his huge masculine balls. He was wearing tight white briefs and the combination of them with his monster hanging there was almost too much. He sat up slightly, moving back in his chair. He then reached and grabbed my hair, pulling me toward him, resting my chin on his seat, between his legs just a few inches from his cock. “You even think about touching me and I’ll cut your fucking pathetic cock off”. I was transfixed, it would be so easy to just stick out my tongue and taste his foreskin. Keith slipped off a shoe revealing a dark blue nylon sock. He started to gently rub his socked foot on my crotch. “As I thought Nancy boi, can’t feel a thing” he said laughing. “Can you imagine the power having a cock like mine brings bitch?” “No Sir”. He laughed, “of course not, you’re too pathetic. What are you again bitch?”. I replied, “I’m a Nancy boi queer with a pathetic little cock Sir”. He smiled, “and you’re ……….”. There was a internal call. Keith answered “I asked not to be disturbed. Right, ok quickly then”. He hung up and looked down at me, “you make a fucking sound and you are dead”. He grabbed my hair aggressively, “got it?” I nodded. There was a knock at the door and it immediately opened. Keith pushed himself forward in his chair, his partially retracted foreskin revealing his huge head just touching my lips. “I’m sorry Keith, I thought you wanted to see me?” I heard Jack, the office junior. “I did Jack, come and sit down”. I was panic stricken even though I knew from his side of the desk Jack couldn’t see me. Keith’s monster cock still exposed was right there before me. It’s musky smell unavoidable. His pants hugging his balls showed them off beautifully. They looked loaded and I recalled the taste of his cum mixed in with his sweaty socks. His magnificent cock resting, still just touching my lips made my mouth water. All I wanted was to open up and take him into my mouth. I remembered those words Keith said months ago “girls only, this cock loves pussy”. In that moment I wished I was a girl!
Keith and Jack chatted for ages, relaxed and informal. I noticed how Keith was more gentle with him, fair and calm. Despite my love of the humiliation and domination I couldn’t help but think that maybe it would be nice to have that treatment too from time to time. All the time I was tucked under the desk, hidden. I couldn’t believe his confidence, his bravado. Only Keith, had the arrogance to do this. And I love his arrogance almost as much as his socks.
Jack left. Keith pulled his cock into his white pants and pulled me by the hair towards his Alpha bulge, encased in his underwear. “Sniff my balls Nancy boi”. I inhaled deeply, his warm, sweet, sweaty pants smelt amazing. And then he zipped up and laughed. “You held your nerve there Nancy boi. How did that feel, being that close to my Alpha weapon? I felt your filthy fucking lips touch me. You pathetic queer. A fucking real man like Jack would have taken that chance! You’re pathetic“. He slid his chair backwards, “get up and get out”. As ever, I obeyed him without question.
I lost that day, shocked at what happened. Suppose we’d have been caught? If only I’d just used my tongue to touch him. Concentrating was impossible. I needed to find a way to show Keith that I would make the best cock sucker he’d ever meet, although the size of him scared me too. Keith’s office door opened and he walked out, past my desk and headed for the door. I thought about following, I remembered how he hates my desperate streak. I stayed at my desk. 5pm and I packed up to leave. I’d planned to meet a friend for a drink. It was a night that Keith never usually stays over so it was a safe bet that I wouldn’t get a summoning. I was wrong, and once again I found myself cancelling my friend. I’d done this so many times now, I knew they were getting pissed off with me but I couldn’t help it. Keith had become like a drug to me. His toxic masculinity, his dominating personality and his stinking socked feet were all that I craved.
I entered Keith’s suite at the hotel. Once the door was closed he ordered me to turn around and face the wall. There hanging on the coat hook were two black hoods and two pairs of long football socks. “Get naked, socks on Nancy boi”. I stood naked in a pair of white sports socks. Keith took a hood from the hook and pulled it over my head, an opening roughly aligned where my mouth was. He then took my arms behind my back and secured them at the wrists with, I assumed a long sock. “Sir?” I said with a questioning tone. Keith swiftly turned me and delivered a sharp slap to my face and marched me into his room. He briefly touched my cock “doesn’t seem to even get hard these days Nancy boi” he commented. For the first time in ages I felt scared, I started to shake. Keith pushed me to my knees and quickly tied my ankles together. He spoke, as if thinking aloud “I fancy get my cock sucked tonight”. My heart beating fast, nervous and excited, I began to understand what was about to happen. And then I felt his big hands on the back of my head pushing my face into his crotch. He was still wearing his underpants, they smelt stronger than in his office early that day. But why the hood and restraint I thought?
I heard a knock at the door. Without word Keith stuffed my mouth with his socks, securing them in place. I then heard him open the door. Unimaginable fear rose in me. What the fuck was happening? The door closed “face the wall” I heard Keith say. He’d let someone else into the room. I heard the other person say something and immediately that familiar slap sound. Keith spoke, “you’re here to suck not chat”. It was clear whoever this was, was here to deliver the very service I dreamed of. Within minutes it was clear this person was now sucking on Keith’s monster cock. Or more to the point, getting their throat fucked hard. Their gaging and spluttering went on for ages. Choking I heard Keith slapping their face and ordering a faster, deeper service, “up your game cunt”. His verbal aggression was hitting levels I’d not experienced from him. It turned me on. Whoever this was, they were getting used like a fuck toy. Keith was panting and moaning with sheer pleasure. His fuck piece was choking, gagging and spitting. Brief moments where Keith gave this poor bastard a breathing break before going in again. And then I heard it, they retched and puked. “Ah you fucking messy cunt, fucking useless”. Slap, slap, slap. Gasping I heard them ask to stop. Keith continued, eventually shooting his load, by the sounds of it down their throat. I was sure he was clamping their head over his cock, I could hear Keith’s breathing slowing down. Silence for minutes broken eventually by Keith ordering them to clean the fucking mess up.
I stayed perfectly still, despite the physical uncomfortableness. Movement in the room continued, cleaning I assumed. When I heard the door open and then close, I again felt fearful. The next thing I knew, Keith grabbed me, dragging me up from kneeing and threw me onto the bed. This was the most vulnerable I’d ever been, hooded, gagged, ankles and wrists tied tightly. “did you hear that Nancy boi?” I muffled in response.”I fucking bred that cunts fucking throat so hard I bet they are feeling destroyed right now “. He laughed, “Alpha privilege. And now I have something for you Nancy boi”. For the first time in ages, I wanted this to stop. I felt totally out of control. I could hear Keith fiddling with something and before long he started touching my cock. Fixing something to it, twisting, pulling, clamping around my balls. I was trying to say stop but the sock gag stopped any coherent words. “That’s what so fucking hot about gagging bitches like you with my filthy socks, everything sounds like noises of enjoyment”. I thought of struggling but what was the point? I felt cold on my cock, metal. Restriction. Keith pulled me up off the bed and dragged me over to near where I’d knelt. He pulled off the hood, I was facing a mirror. Keith’s arm was around my throat, him behind me smiling. In the mirror I saw it. Keith had caged my little cock in a metal chastity device. Locked. Secure. Restricted.
I felt so conflicted, on one hand I craved and thrived on situations where Keith took total control for his own pleasure. On the other hand I felt violated and pushed too far! I liked the areas of control he took from me, wearing his tie, being told what socks to wear, being at his beck and call, jumping at the click of his fingers. This felt too much, suddenly I had no access to my cock. Despite its size it remains part of my sexual identity, my body. And then also, somewhere in the middle I loved the feeling of being restricted, feeling my little cock pressed up against the metal cage, fighting for freedom. Ultimately knowing Keith now controlled any sexual pleasure I had from wanking off hit me!
Keith still had a tight hold of me, standing behind me, his muscular arm tightly hugging around my throat and neck. Still with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles bound too I looked to the mirror. Standing close to me, reflecting in the mirror it was easy to see how he towered over my 5’ 8” stature. I guessed he was 6’ 4” maybe more. We stood in silence, I didn’t know where to look and tried to glance to the side. Keith brought his other hand to my jaw and grabbed it, turning my face forward “How great does that look Nancy boi?” He smiled softly, almost lovingly. “Your little cock all tucked up away from prying hands”. He paused, “Not that I can imagine any hands other than yours wanting to actually touch it of course”. The familiarity of this verbal humiliation somehow eased my anxiety and conflicted thoughts. I thought, I couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched it, apart from Keith’s mocking touch, flicking it and laughing. It’s true that I often found being touched awkward. I craved it but found myself wanting it to stop. I have always been most comfortable pleasuring a guys cock for him, even long before the realisation of being subordinate, weak and my need to serve men. I suppose it all adds up to being here with the sole purpose to serve men, gaining pleasure from knowing men are getting theirs!
“Tell me how you feel Nancy boi”, he removed my gag. Keith again seemed softer. “Sir I don’t really know, I ………”. Keith put his hand over my mouth “shoosh, let me explain why I’ve done this for you”. For me I thought? Why was he seemingly thinking of me? I loved the rare occasions when he was like this, it somehow made me feel special to him. I knew of course I was deluding myself but I couldn’t help think at these times that perhaps he saw me differently.
He kept his hand covering my mouth tightly, controlling my ability to speak and once or twice, squeezing my nose closed leaving little room to breathe.
“You see Nancy boi, by locking your pathetic little cock down ironically unlocks other pleasures which I know you yearn for”. He paused, pulling me closer he loosened the grip over my mouth and gently slid his thumb across my bottom lip and into my mouth, pulsing it slowly in and out, “I know everything you want Nancy boi - you’re as transparent as glass”. He pushed deeper, catching the back of my tongue, I gagged. “And I know you want something more satisfying than a thumb sized object filling this hole”. This was of course a direct reference to both mine and his cock. The size differential clearly marking the boundary between Alpha and sub. Keith let go of me, I stood bound on the spot as I watched him place the chastity key into the hotel safe. “You need time to think and get used to this I know”. He walked toward me, turned me around and untied my ankles and wrists. “You’ve been a willing sub all this time, you’ve needed very little encouragement Nancy boi, you’re a filthy cunt destined to serve me. You obey me because you know your purpose in life is to serve Alpha men like me, you know deep inside how privileged you are to serve a straight Alpha God like me. This doesn’t come along for everyone.” He stepped in closer to me, “you have a choice to walk away Nancy boi”. I felt an empty feeling in my gut, like it was being ripped out of me. “Seeing you locked up changes everything for me Nancy boi. It’s the price you pay to get your hungry tongue and mouth around my monster. Your choice“. He paused for what felt like hours, staring into me. “Why limit yourself to worshipping just my socked feet?” I stared at the floor, at the cage on my cock. It wasn’t the only cage Keith had me locked in! “You have until tomorrow evening to decide”. If you’re not here, on your knees begging for cock wearing your cage I’ll take it as a refusal to obey me. There’s plenty of cunts like you, better than you to fulfill the job”. I looked up at him feeling hurt, confused and tormented. Keith continued, “I hear Jack’s looking for some innovative ways to climb the ladder”. And there was his final blow to my gut. “Don’t forget it’s your appraisal in the morning Nancy boi”.
I left feeling deflated. Could I take this leap? My cock was limp, the cage holding me secure. For the first time I wondered if I was in too deep, questioning everything, including keeping my job.
