“This is Amy.” The handsome man introduced him to the only other person working in the office. “She takes care of the computers and makes sure our internet is running,”
Amy was fat. Easily three hundred pounds and unattractive. She had greasy skin and little bristles of hair on her blobby face.
“Well, you’re a little bit of nothin’ ain’t ya?” She said cheerily. Wiping Cheeto dust on her jeans and sticking out her hand.
“Uh, pleased to meet you.” Ian said, shaking. ‘She must have to get her bras custom made.’ He thought. Her tits were enormous.
Soon he was at his desk with a list of tasks to do.
“Let’s start you out simple, hey buddy?” Grant told him.
The rest of the week passed quite nicely. Ian was even able to get erect for a bout of lovemaking over the weekend.
Then Monday morning happened.
“Ian, buddy. You made some mistakes on this form.” Grant set a paper down on the receptionist desk.
“Oh? Oh, sorry.” Ian responded. It was true there were a pair of grammar errors.
But grant wasn’t finished. “This isnt like your last job. I want to cut you some slack. But I don’t have much to give you. You little wimp.” Ian’s eyes went round at the casual insult. “So, do better.”
But unfortunately just after lunch, “I’ve seen your nothing prick. So I’m sure you are a failure in bed. Don’t be here ok?” It was another grammar error. “Honestly I don’t know how a guy like you got to be with Wendy in the first place. Can you tell me that? Never mind I think I’d just be depressed.” His new boss turned to go back into his office. “I can’t imagine why she would stay with a twink like you.”
Then again, just before the close of business. Another paper on his desk.
“Do you even want this job, peanut?” Grant demanded. “I can just dump your sissy ass back out on the street. Do you want that?” The man asked sternly.
Ian just shook his head. Tears in his eyes, not able to trust his voice.
“Repeat after me: I’m a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves better cock than my peanut bump.”
With horror at what he was doing, Ian’s mouth opened. “I…I’m a sissy…sissy fluffer. My wife deserves better cock than my peanut.”
Grant was nodding along. “Your nothing peanut bump. Say it.”
“I…I have a nothing peanut bump.” Ian admitted obediently.
“Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go home and decide if you really need this job.”
He did go home that night. He really didn’t have a choice. He had been sending out resumes, but received no interest.
That night he thought he would have a problem getting hard again, but he didn’t.
His little dick was hard as a rock when he went down on his wife. Though he couldn’t get Grant’s words out of his head.
They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His little penis throbbed with each mental repeat. ’Im a sissy fluffer. I have a little peanut bump.’
The verbal insults continued the rest of the week. Ian began to dread each time Grant came out of his office.
Then came Friday. His boss seemed cheerful all day. No insults or anything. Even though Ian got back a couple reports with small errors on them.
Then grant called the smaller man into his intimidating office just before closing.
“C…can I do anything. S…sir?” Ian implored.
Grant stood and walked around his desk. “You’re still here. So apparently you want the job.” Ian nodded sorrowfully. “But you keep making mistakes. I need to have something from you to make up for that. That’s fair isn’t it, Ian?”
“Uh…I guess.”
“If you were a misbehaving little girl I’d spank you, Ian. Perhaps we should start there.”
“W…what?” The smaller man stammered.
“If you want to keep your job, drop your pants and bend over my desk.” Grant said coldly.
With a sniffle, wishing he was anywhere but there, Ian shivered as he unbuckled his slacks. Letting them drop to his ankles.
“Unimaginative. White cotton briefs?” Grant scoffed. “That’s what a little boy would wear.”
It’s what Ian had always worn. He bent over his boss’s desk. Resting on his elbows, much like his wife did on the ping-pong table. His ass presented to his boss.
Ian let out a meek little grunt with each stinging strike, more like a whine. He hadn’t been so humiliated in a long time. Grant’s strong hand firmly paddled his round sissy ass.
If Ian was a real man he wouldn’t stand for such treatment. Instead tears freely trailed down his cheeks as he gasped to each stern blow.
“You enjoyed it Ian.” Grant chided when he finally stopped. The sissy shook his head, no. “Your peanut bump says otherwise.”
The bigger man slid a hand between Ian’s thighs. The weeping man clenched them, but was unable to stop Grant’s fingers from lightly, almost lovingly, caressing Ian’s little hard-on.
“If you are going to enjoy it, I will have to get more inventive. Spread your legs wide.”
“Please…please, Grant.” Ian begged as he obediently spread his legs. still bent over the Alpha’s big desk.
Ian squealed as grant swung upward. Slapping the sissy’s sensitive scrotum. Each strike sent shocks of pain through Ian’s body. His sight flashing red.
His cock and balls clench with each spank. Soon Ian is cumming in his underwear. Though it doesn’t feel like any orgasm he has ever had. It isn’t even pleasant.
“There you go.” Grant announced pleased. Stopping the punishment.
Ian pulled his slacks back on. Worried that he would get in trouble if he asked permission to clean himself up. Then he left. His gaze downcast. Not able to look Grant in the eyes.
He had to drive home like that. Cum drying in his underwear. His ass sore against the seat. His tiny balls throbbing with pain.
That night he couldn’t get hard for Wendy again. She asked him what was wrong. He just told her it was the job search.
After she dozed off he couldn’t help thinking about the spanking. His little prick getting hard under the covers. His hand stroked his little nub next to his sleeping wife.
Thoughts of his boss’s punishment driving him to cream his shorts again. Ashamed, he went into the bathroom to clean up.
On Monday Grant motioned Ian into his office as soon as he got there. “I honestly thought you would be more of a man than to show back up.” His boss taunted with a smirk. “Well, if you are going to be the office sissy it’s time to start acting like it. Take off your shirt and pants.”
Ian wasn’t sure what was going to happen when he came in that morning. But this wasn’t what he imagined. “But…But, I didn’t do anything.”
“No. It’s not what you did. It’s what you are.” Grant stepped close. Looming over the smaller man. “You are a beta sissy. And you will be treated as such. Strip!”
Quickly Ian got down to his briefs.
“Just pathetic. Here you can wear these for now.” Grant told him. The big man pulled open a drawer in his desk. He handed the sissy a pair of new red, silk boxers. “Put them on. Then bend over.”
Ian stripped out of his tidy-whities. Blushing as he revealed his tiny penis again. The little thing throbbing to an erection despite the awful situation.
Ian pulled on the silk boxers. Then he bent over Grant’s desk.
Ian gasped through a dozen sharp spanks then was dismissed.