Corporate Reorientation

Mr. Parker and Mr. Johnson knew it was inevitable, despite their best efforts and that of their loyal staff to try and save the business they built over their 30-year career. It was particularly sad for Johnson, since he was hoping to retire next year with the legacy of his business, but now things may be a bit more grim. The sales were just not bringing in enough cash to cover the mounting debts. The firm would not be able to survive more than two months, but the entire office remained dedicated to Parker & Johnson and vowed to fight to the end with their wonderful bosses. Then one day, out of the blue, a mysterious white knight saviour, going by the name of Mr. Masters, approached Mr Parker and offered a mind-blowing deal that was almost impossible to refuse, though it did come with a string of conditions. After some quick discussions with Mr Johnson and their staff, in the name of the survival of their legacy and the benefit of their staff, Parker & Johnson approved Mr. Masters' proposal to acquire the company. The deal allowed Mr. Masters to take over full ownership of the firm, its assets and debts (which were quickly written off), but both Parker & Johnson can continue to remain as heads within the firm. Business can mostly continue as usual, but Mr. Masters suggested that the failure of their traditional line of business was the main cause of their previous troubles, so he would like to propose some reorganization to diversify the business profile of the firm and expand its revenue sources. However, Mr. Masters did not elaborate on what the plan entails specifically, noting that he would prefer to provide more information at once in a video-conference meeting with all of the staff. He also particularly emphasized that they must make sure that everyone must be present for the meeting. Both Parker and Johnson were a bit skeptical a bit about Mr. Masters proposal, but he was the new owner after all and they figured it wouldn't hurt to see what their staff thinks as well, so they agreed to set up the staff meeting.

Come the following Monday morning, and everyone in the firm showed up into the main boardroom for the video meeting with their new owner. At 8:00, Mr Parker connected the line, dimmed the lights, and Mr. Masters appeared on the screen, seated behind his desk, immaculately dressed in a suit, an air of strong authority emanating from him, and from his deep calm voice. He started his speech with the usual greetings and all the friendly talk about working together for a great future ahead. He then went onto an intro about himself, his business profile, so on and so forth in a drawn-out monologue that did not seem to end. Throughout his talk, Mr. Masters maintained the same calm deep voice, booming over the speakers across the boardroom, and he never seemed to lose pace of his speech. It soon became a constant monotone rhythm of words echoing around the room, and the audience was gradually losing focus on the words themselves, but was rather drawn to the rhythmic flow of sound. They also never noticed the low static white noise that was gradually inserted into the background, as well as those brief static flashes that sparked on the screen synchronized to the pace of the speech. 

Before the clock hit 9:00, everyone in the boardroom was already deep asleep, slumped in their chairs in a deep trance, minds wide open to Masters suggestions. First order of business, Masters instructed all female staff to quit their positions in the firm effective immediately. They will be transferred into suitable functions in other companies within Masters' business empire. Once the ladies were taken care of and have left the room, Masters can then carry on laying out his true corporate reorientation plan for Parker & Johnson with the remaining all-male staff, as well as the intensive training that they will be required to undergo for the rest of the morning...and then again every morning over the next two weeks... 

Two months later...

It would have been the end of Parker & Johnson by now, but ever since Masters acquired the firm, business has been thriving ever since, although none of the guys in the company are really aware of the true source of their renewed revenues. First of all, several changes have occurred with the company since the takeover: the entire office is comprised only of men, and it has moved from its previous office in a downtown tower into a small two-story building in the older warehouse district of the town. Their office is on the second floor, but the guys, including Parker and Johnson themselves, never thought about or questioned what was on the ground floor, even though it's supposedly part of their office as well. Everything was arranged by Masters and so they never thought of anything odd of it. 

They all come to work everyday as usual. They are still working on their old trade as they used to, even though the revenues from that are really piss poor, but it did not seem odd to them at all. The guys did not realize that, the real core of their business nowadays that's holding up the company is actually what happens on the first floor, and each and everyone of them are contributing to its success (and their own degradation), even if they are not consciously aware of it.

In reality, the entire ground floor of the new office location has been set up into a gloryhole parlour. Men who are looking to get sucked off would come in from a back entrance, pay for entry and roam around a corridor that circles around the inside perimeter of the building. The staff from the office upstairs can come downstairs via a hidden staircase directly into the central area of the lower level. This space is completely walled off from the visitors' hallway, except for a series of gloryholes lined all around the wall separating the two spaces. Staff would be manning the holes throughout the day, ready to service any cocks that came through the holes. So while Mr Parker, Mr Johnson and their staff still believe that they were still running their old business as usual, they did not consciously realize, and would never have imagined, that their new line of business has turned them into seedy gloryhole sluts.

So everyday, the guys would still come to work dressed for the office as they have always been, come in and do some paperwork just to make sure the business is running smoothly. But then when the time came, they would drop everything and make their way downstairs to perform their new real duties. They did try to operate initially on some sort of shift patterns, but as time went by and their services quickly gained popularity among the discreet circles of men seeking quick anonymous relief, the need for someone to be constantly manning the booths became increasingly important. So more often than not, Alex and Mike, the two young interns, always find themselves spending most of their days downstairs, their mouths busy all day long and working tirelessly on anything but office work.

There are also the dedicated, hardworking types that are also always willing to contribute their best efforts and do a good job without complaint, like Samir, Ming and Martin from Accounting. All three of them, humble, soft-spoken and a bit of the nerdy type, would fit the description of good traditional family men. Wonder what their housewives and kids would think if they realized what their hardworking loving daddies had been made to do everyday at work...

But really, no one working at Parker & Johnson had been spared from this nasty new venture that Masters had "reoriented" them into. They are never consciously aware of their actions or of this new side of their business, other than some sore jaws and tongues at the end of each day, or an occasional strange taste in their mouths, but the conditioning has simply taught them to ignore those or just think of it as normal tiredness from work. Regardless, when down by the holes, they simply performed mindlessly as they have been conditioned by Masters. Everyone went about their lives normally as before, none of them had been turned gay, except when it's time to head downstairs at the office. Down there, their regular selves shut down and the cocksucking automatons that they have been programmed into kick in. Like the sales managers, they would continue to brag to each other about their girlfriends or female conquests in the office or outside work. But for what little time they spent in the office, they would always find themselves down in the holes enthusiastically conducting their "other sales services" on several waiting cocks for at least an hour or two each day.

Despite most of them still being straight macho guys, the intense mind conditioning and oral training they have received during that first two weeks of the acquisition meant that they'd always go all out to please the unidentified dicks that come through the holes and in between their lips. Often this leads to some messy outcomes...

But in their altered mindsets, it did not bother them a bit. They would carefully wipe of the spillover from the faces with their fingers straight into their mouths, as if spilled ketchup. They always make sure they are clean and presentable again before heading back upstairs to their real personalities.

Even the guys from IT and Mail Room were required to partake. In between fixing the computer systems and the odd technical issues, or sorting out the deliveries, rather than sitting around chatting, playing video games or web surfing, these guys now spend most of their spare time down in the booths to "maximize their productivity" in the company.

Last but not least, Mr. Parker and Mr. Johnson. The original founders and owners of the firm, now under Masters' control, are still the co-Presidents of the company on the surface and to outsiders in their original field of business. But down below, in the realm of their true new core business instilled by Masters, the two ex-owners are no different from the rest of their staff: just another mouth waiting at one of the gloryholes to service the anonymous cocks that come through. Mr. Parker is the more active partner with still a number of years to go in his career, so he is still quite busy with the "regular business" with clients and meetings, but with any spare moments he has in the office (including lunch time), Parker would always be compelled to head downstairs to assist his staff to work on a cock or two here and there.

Mr. Johnson, on the other hand, is set to retire in a couple of months, so he has scaled back and passed on a fair bit of his workload and duties to Mr Parker. As a result, he has more free time in the office and therefore, like the interns, Johnson would end up spending most of his days down below servicing one dick after another. Despite his more senior age, the "clients" did not seem to mind or notice any difference from the other staff, so it has no impact at all on the overall "productivity". Lately, Johnson has started rethinking about his retirement plans, with business seeming to pick up some momentum again, he was beginning to consider coming back later to help Parker and the guys out.  He was thinking about whether he should return to the company as a "Special Advisor" on contract, or perhaps even just as volunteer...Of course, he believes this are all his own ideas.

All in all, business is definitely thriving at Parker & Johnson. As word spread around about their spot and the highly skilled oral service they provided, more and more men started to come regularly to relieve their loads into the "talented" unseen mouths of the staff. It is not uncommon these days to regularly find more dicks in need of service than available staff on duty. Those working nearby would simply need to step up and attend to more than one dick at the same time to satisfy the demands. Masters has already instructed Mr. Parker to hire some more new staff...perhaps a couple more interns who could then stay on as permanent staff upon graduation...

So far, Masters has been kind with the guys at Parker & Johnson. For their decency and sanity sake, he's been keeping their identities discreet and private behind the walls of the gloryholes, and of course their conscious minds have never been exposed to their "alternative business practices". However, with the guys gaining popularity around the gay sex community and the business continuing on an up trend with growing demands, Masters thought it may be time to step up the game and diversify the business. But he wanted to give it a test run first to see how it goes. So he hand picked a couple of hunky guys in the office one day, and got the IT guys to set up some cameras next to the booths where the guys were stationed at. Then he instructed the hunky guys to simply play with themselves while they worked on a customer. At first, the guys were a bit clumsy and robotic with their masturbation show as they tried to focus on servicing the cocks in their mouths at the same time.

But as they got into the flow of it, they quickly managed to put on a bit of a show for the cameras. Heck, Peter from HR even somehow managed to pull down his pants and started fingering his ass...much to Masters' surprise and delight.

Once he got enough footage of the guys, Masters instructed the IT guys to pack up the cameras and to go back and edit the videos. Once those are ready, he will have them upload it to the secure website that had already been set up to promote their gloryhole services. These first four clips are going to be a teaser for the users. Masters was pretty sure it is going to be a hit, but still, he wanted to gauge their followers' responses so that when he fully launches the streaming video service, he would have a better idea of what would sell better with his videos. He has decided to blur out the guys' faces in these teaser videos for now, but when the actual pay videos site will start, the faces of the guys will no longer be hidden from view at all. So the guys will be fully exposing themselves to the internet, engaged in all kinds of scandalous acts for all to see. Masters couldn't help but flash a cruel smile as he thought about that. The possibilities will be endless that...he could already picture a montage of various steamy sex scenes that he could instruct the guys to act out, letting the world see them engaging in dirty gay sex with each other but yet remaining completely clueless and oblivious to it themselves.

"Well, honeymoon's over. It's time for some more hard work and some real dirty money, my sexy office slaves!" Masters thought to himself as he made his way back up to the main office, leaving the disheveled hunks downstairs, as they continue to mindlessly busy themselves at serving yet another round of anonymous cocks pushing through the gloryholes... 

The Businessman Hotel

It's been a week long of stressful presentations, hectic meetings and endless networking at the conference, even though they had made great success in promoting their firm, Mark and Rico were glad it was finally over and they can head home to their families just in time for the long weekend. However, when the workmates got to the airport along with the rest of the company's delegation team that included the VP and Executive Director, they were informed that there was a huge storm back at their hometown and flights were cancelled until further notice. After some intense phone calls back to the office and negotiations with the airline staff, the Director managed to re-book the whole team for a flight home two days later, much to the disappointment of everyone since they would only get home by the last day of the three-day weekend break. But at least the weather is nice here so they could just make the best out of it and enjoy the extra impromptu stay...and the boss promised no work talk for the weekend.

After some mad scrambling to search for any decent hotel that still has availabilities for them all without charging an arm and leg, the group finally settled down on a small business hotel slightly off the main hotel strip near the airport called "The Businessman Hotel". It was bit of an odd name, but true to its name, it was a small clean-cut business boutique hotel, with only about 30 rooms spread over two levels. There were only seven rooms left and their delegation of 14 would just fit, although they'll all have to share two a room.

When Mark and Rico got to their room, number 105, they found the decor to be warm and decently comfortable. But the thing that caught their immediate attention the most was the strong odour of fragrance that filled the room. Normally, Mark is quite sensitive to strong perfumes or fragrances, but for some reason, the smell in the room did not seem to bother him. He and Rico actually started to find it quite pleasant and even wanting to breathe in more of it. What they did not notice was the high-frequency white noise that was also being emitted from the speaker in the ceiling as soon as the closed the door. By the time they had put down their luggage, their heads were already swimming in a sea of fuzziness and they simply stood there for a moment staring blankly as all their conscious thoughts faded away.

When their senses returned again, there was only one thought that filled their minds completely. The two coworkers immediately rushed over to the plush queen-sized bed, kicked off their dress shoes with some sense of urgency, and jumped onto bed at opposite ends. Without a moment of hesitation, Mark and Rico grabbed each other's warm and sweaty socked feet and plunged their faces nose first into the soles. Their minds were filled with a sudden intense craving for the smell and taste of each other's sweaty feet as they desperately sniffed and slobbered over the other's stinky black dress socked feet. Through the conditioning of the drug in the air and the white noise subliminal, their inhibition had been lowered to near zero, opening them to any suggestions fed to their brains. So while they felt something was strange about their actions, they were completely powerless to resist. On top of that, the intense desire instilled into their minds, and the growing pleasure that they were being forced to associate with the sudden craving, were all dragging the businessmen's minds down a degenerate whirlpool of intensifying desperate craving, pleasure and lust, until all of their thoughts and actions were driven purely by pure instincts of pleasure and desire...
  

Next door to Mark and Rico, in Room 107, the fancy-dressed marketing guys, Ali and Martin, were also subjected to the same mind control and were forced to engage in the similar foot sex with each other in their room...

Further down the hall, in Room 112, Jerry the accounting manager, the no nonsense family man, and his intern Alex, a shy and studious university kid, were also no match to the powerful conditioning and suffered the same fate as their other colleagues...

However, those guys would not realize (at least not yet) that the action is only more intense on the upper floor rooms. In Room 202, Adam the sales director, boss of Mark and Rico, was not put into a foot worship scene with his roommate Patrick, another sales manager and colleague of Mark & Rico. Instead, they jumped right into the hardcore fun, and Adam had already been plowing Patrick's holes incessantly.

Similarly, down the hall, in Rooms 207 and 210, the IT guys and the contract admin guys, were all lost in slurping all over each other's hard poles.

Finally, last but not least, down in one of two Executive Suites at the end of the corridor, the VP and Executive Director were just as busy with each other...

The guys wouldn't know, but just next door in the other Executive Suite, Warren and Derrick Bright, owners of the Bright Brothers firm, their biggest rivalry in their hometown, have also just checked in half an hour earlier. The normally smart and charming brothers were already lost deep in the induced sexual heat with each other, and were already sweaty pile of entangled hot meat in their room by the time the other guys were checking in.

With the hotel completely full for the weekend, the front desk guy calmly closed up shop, turned off the main lights, locked the front door and turned on the "Closed" and "No vacancy" signs outside. He then retreated into his office and control room to focus on his "other business". None of the guests would have had a chance to notice the multiple cameras that were concealed but strategically placed around their rooms to clearly capture all of their intimate actions live and broadcast on a secret private website. Using a sophisticated system of vapour drugs and high-frequency subliminal commands, the Businessman Hotel - which only takes in unsuspecting hot, masculine businessmen on business trips - alternative business was to orchestrate steamy live sex scenes for their subscribers with real-life suits. The guy runs through all the cameras to make sure that every room in the hotel is engaged in some form of sex act, and then opens the live feed to his subscribers.

In the end, the nice weather here did not matter to Mark, Rico and all the other guests at the hotel. No one stepped outside the building for the rest of their stay, but their extended stay in town turned out more busy, and intimate, than they would have ever imagined. From morning until late night, everyone was constantly engaged in some form of sex act with their roommate...and with everyone one else in the hotel as they were commanded to go to different rooms and perform with whoever else was in there.

By the time they checked out, none of them would have any recollection of it, although they all felt extremely exhausted and sore all over, particularly their jaws and butts...

Pissing Off the Bar Owner

Mark awoke with a start, only to find himself in pitch darkness and crouched in a tight confined space. In a moment of panic, he tried to wiggle himself out of the thick canvas straightjacket hugging him tightly, but he couldn't slip his arms out of their sleeves. He realized he was also naked below the waist as his knees were forced to push painfully against the hard steel bars of the tiny cage, his feet on the cold hard concrete floor, and lastly, his large balls and long dick dangling freely in the cool damp air of the basement. The thick leather hood was effectively keeping the college soccer player blind and deaf, and the large hard rubber tube pushed into his mouth kept him mute as well.

Mark couldn't understand what was happening or how did he found himself in the painful predicament. He tried to think back to what happened the night before (was it really last night?): Mark and his soccer teammates were celebrating a winning game and his upcoming birthday. As a bit of fun prank, the team decided to visit a local gay leather bar. After a few rounds of beer, Mark recalled some of patrons in the bar were trying to hit them up, to which, in their drunken state of mind, didn't take it well and things got a bit rowdy afterwards. The bar owner stepped in before things got out of hand. The imposing middle-aged man pulled the pissed off patrons away and offered a round of beer to Mark and his team to keep them cool. However...Mark drew a blank about what happened for the rest of the night after that...

Suddenly, Mark could feel liquid flowing into his mouth from the tube gagging him. It was a gentle trickle at first, but the flow quickly into a steady stream filling  his mouth. As soon as he could taste the stuff, the young man gagged: the streaming flow was warm, salty and bitter, it was nasty like nothing Mark has ever tasted before. The thick tube kept his mouth wide open as the disgusting liquid kept pouring in with no way to stop it or spit it out. He had no choice but to force himself to swallow in order to be able to keep breathing. After several gulps that he struggled to hold back from throwing up, the steam finally subsided. 

Still trying to catch his breath and reeling from the nasty taste in his mouth, Mark felt a hand patting his head. He heard a deep, masculine voice through the thickness of his hood: "How are you settling into your new home, boy? Hope you enjoyed your little morning drink from me...you better get used to it, because this will be your life now. You see, you and your buddies came into my bar last night, got a bit too rowdy and disrespected some of my good friends and patrons. Young hot heads like you guys need to be properly taught about respect and obedience. So I offered you guys a round of spiked beer and before long all of you were already slumped over and deep asleep. I realized you were the special birthday boy last night and you fit quite well for my ideal boy, so I decided to keep you as my personal urinal here in the basement of the club."

At this point, Mark was in shock as the man explained his predicament. He began struggling around his bondage, but the restraints and cage gave Mark no relief at all. The man's hand gripped his head more forcefully and held it in place: "I suggest you save your energy and get use to your new life, young man. If you behave, then it'll be easier for you...if not, you'll be taught about your place here. Either way you'll be staying down here drinking my piss from now on, do you understand? Oh, and your friends, I've also taken care of them...let's just say consider yourself lucky to be chosen as my personal slave."  

Indeed, Mark should be "grateful" about his situation. While he was only locked away as the master's personal urinal, most of his teammates have been locked away in the bar's main washroom, at the backside of the line of urinals. Like Mark, they have been "properly plumbed", but they will instead be forced to swallow countless loads of piss from unknown patrons of the bar every night.

Except for the triplets on the team, John, Jerry and Jason. One of the guys who were annoyed by the youngsters at the bar, was a buddy of the master, and he took interest of the brothers upon seeing them after they fell under the effects of the drug. The bar master generously offered the three to his friend, who decided to hang them up as ornamental columns...and plumbing...in the washroom of the private all-male fitness club he runs. At least they'll be drinking from athletic (but still kinky) dudes...