Mr. Murray had warned Trax that he’d be required to put in frequent all-nighters in his new job so Trax had been prepared for that. But what he hadn’t been prepared for was what those all-nighters entailed - getting a pussy cored out of his asshole over and over again. He found that out on the third day of his employment when Mr. Murray informed Trax that they’d be working late at the man’s apartment that night.
No sooner had Trax arrived, ready for an evening of work, when Mr. Murray roughly ordered him to get out of his clothes, get on his knees, and suck his boss’s cock. Trax was beyond shocked. He was literally stupefied. He didn’t know what to do. But when Mr. Murray repeated his order in his most authoritarian voice, Trax found himself stripping off his clothes and, before he really appreciated what he was doing, he was taking his boss’s hard dick into his mouth and sucking on it. But as bad as that was, it was nothing compared to what happened ten minutes later, when Mr. Murray bent Trax over a nearby chair and proceeded to rape Trax’s virgin boy-ass, an act he repeated three more times that night, ignoring the boy’s tearful pleas that the man not fuck him again, that his ass was way too sore to take another dicking.
Mr. Murray sent Trax home at 3:00 a.m., cautioning the boy that he expected him to be on time at the office that morning, even though they had spent almost the entire night ‘working’ as Mr. Murray described it. Somehow, just a few hours later, Trax was able to drag his exhausted and battered ass to work where he was surprised to see that Mr. Murray acted as if nothing untoward had happened the previous night. At the end of the day, though, just as Trax was getting ready to leave to go home and get some much-needed sleep, Mr. Murray stuck his head in Trax’s cubicle and told the boy he expected to see him at his place at 8:00 p.m. that night, for another ‘work’ session.
Trax thought about quitting. He really did. But he’d foolishly gone on a spending spree when he’d landed the job as Mr. Murray’s personal assistant and he just couldn’t afford to quit so soon. So he showed up as directed and, as he expected, Mr. Murray spent most of the night viciously reaming out Trax’s sore and aching boypussy. He wasn’t surprised when he was ordered to report to his boss’s apartment the next night, too.
That set up a pattern that has continued for the past three months. Pretty much every weekday night, Trax found himself being bitched out by his boss. But it wasn’t just weekday nights. Every other week, Trax was required to spend the entire weekend at his boss’s apartment, servicing not only his boss but various friends his boss introduced him to - introduced him as his ‘new fuck-bitch,’ who they should feel free to use however they wanted - which they did.
Trax hated it. It wasn’t just that he was getting his straight ass fucked by his boss and his boss’s friends - though that was bad enough. It was all the other things his boss did to him - the way Trax was kept naked at parties when everyone else was fully dressed, the way Mr. Murray would spank him just because it amused him to see Trax writhing in pain and hear Trax begging him to stop, the way Trax’s entire naked body was treated like a play-toy to be squeezed and fondled whenever anyone got the urge. The whole scene Trax was immersed in was so fucking demeaning and humiliating that sometimes Trax couldn’t keep from crying uncontrollably when he thought about it.
Yeah, Trax was making way more money than any of his fellow graduates, but after three months as Charles Murray’s personal assistant, after three months as Charles Murray’s fuck-bitch, there wasn’t a single friend who Trax wouldn’t have changed positions with. Not one.
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