Better Use For A Bad Boss
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Hamish was sick and tired of his manager always hovering over him as he was trying to get work done. The guy always was on Hamish's back about the back office being messy or timetables being off by a handful of minutes. It was like Bradley had it out for him, despite Hamish being the associate manager. The two of them should be working as a team, rather than Bradley always trying to exert authority over him.
To make matters worse, Hamish found the guy really hot. Big and burly with an awesome beard, deep voice, and cool tattoos. It was a shame that he was straight and an asshole. Hamish would love to tap that fat ass of his, and it would probably help his attitude to have something up his ass besides the stick he keeps there.
Hamish was complaining about his boss to Alan, another cute bear and hook up buddy of his. Alan was a bit of a freak in a way that matched some of Hamish's own proclivities, though Alan was in that world much deeper. He ran a kink supplies shop as a side business and went to fetish conventions. Suffice it to say, Alan was a lot of fun.
"Sometimes, when he's berating me, I just wanna shove him onto his knees and have him suck my dick." Hamish said, quietly so no one in the sandwich shop could hear. "You know, teach him a lesson."
"You know, I had a thought," Alan said, leaning in conspiratorially. "You might be able to teach him more than a lesson. What if you could take care of him for good?"
"No, I wouldn't wanna go that far." Hamish said, "He's just such a pain in my ass. I just wish he wasn't so aggressive about everything. I'm not the only employee in our store that is stressed out by him."
"Listen, I think I got a solution." Alan started looking up something on his phone. "One of the booths at this convention was selling crazy powerful hypnosis recordings. Claimed to be able to permanently alter your memories, personality, even your whole identity. I've been trying a low level file, and it's potent stuff. It's been incredible at helping me get more dominant these last couple weeks."
Hamish laughed. Alan, a Dom? His buddy was the subbiest bottom he'd ever known. Hamish did consider himself a bit of a switch, able to take on either side depending on who he was with, but he'd always taken on a domineering role whenever him and Alan messed around.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be dick," though Hamish continued chuckling at the thought, "You've just always been such a subby bitch with me. I've tried hypno files, and I've never gotten much out of them, myself. It's hard to see how that would help you be more of a Dom or make Bradley be less of a dick."
Alan smiled before getting up, using all of his five and a half foot tall body to look down on the fair bit taller Hamish. He then sat down into the booth, squeezing Hamish into the wall, and placed one hand across Hamish's shoulder and the other on his friend's crotch with a firmness he'd never used before. Then, Alan spoke in a tone that made Hamish's mocking smirk melt.
"How about you give me some of that pretty mouth of yours, boy?" Alan said, maintaining eye contact as he squeezed Hamish's rapidly hardening penis.
Hamish was too stunned and turned on that he let Alan make out with him for half a minute in their corner booth before he composed himself and broke off. Alan was looking at him with a dumb smirk that just said 'I told you so.'
"Holy shit dude, we're in public! Something has definitely gotten into you, cause that really got me." Hamish muttered, still shaken. "Man, next time we hang out, I wanna see more of 'Dom Alan'."
"I agree. I always wanted to see what you looked like when you get submissive." Alan said, winking and giving Hamish back some space. He then pulled up what he had been looking for on his phone. "Here's that website. It's for a guy named 'Master Dionysus'. I actually met the guy at the expo, and he seems pretty cool. All we gotta do is find a good file, and make your boss listen to it."
"I guess it doesn't hurt to look." Hamish agreed.
The two horny bears looked through the site's categories, and decided to check out 'targeted subliminals'. They were designed to be put on in a room without being easily noticed. They scrolled past files labeled things like 'Doggy Park', 'Gorilla Mode', and 'Who's My Daddy?'. They clicked on one called 'Jackass Boss to Devoted Drone' to read the description. It went as follows:
"Is your boss a real pain in your neck? Do they cause more harm than good? Do you think they would be better serving under you instead of the other way around? Then this is the file for you!
"The subliminals are designed to break down a target's feelings of superiority, causing a vacuum of self doubt that powers a change into a docile and obedient toy for the first person who claims them. Works best on people in positions of authority who are on a power trip.
Hamish immediately assumed everything it was promising was bunk. It would be incredibly unethical to actually do something like this. However, as he stared at the website, just noticing the subtle swirling behind the text, he oddly felt like giving it a try. Alan bought the file with a member discount and sent it to Hamish, as Hamish had already covered lunch. And just like that, Hamish was back to work from him lunch break, nervous to try the file out on Bradley.
As he got in from the back, Bradley called him into the back office, where the large, tan skinned man sat on the strained old rolling chair, looking over papers. He had his usual grumpy face on, and despite himself, Hamish found the expression kind of cute. That thought fizzled as Bradley opened him mouth.
"Bathroom's dirty, and Janelle isn't in, so you gotta take care of it. There are twenty-three more online orders from this morning that you and Ted forgot to finish up, so you better get that done before I finish inventory. Also, you were almost late from lunch. Gonna have to work through some lunches if you're ever gonna be a full manager, Hammy."
Hamish grimaced. Bradley was in a more sour mood than ever. He decided to pull out his phone, put it on silent, and discreetly cue up the hour long file Alan had sent him. He pulled out his charger and plugged it in near a side table in the office.
"Good to see you too, Bradley. I'll get right on that. Hey, I'm gonna charge my phone in here, because it's almost dead and I know you don't want us having them on the floor in the middle of the day."
Hamish started the file as Bradley just gave a thumbs up, already having turned to a spreadsheet on the office computer. Bradley motioned for Hamish to close the door, and Hamish did just that, as he wouldn't want anyone else to get caught by the hypno file. He then went to scrub down the toilets and floor before getting back to the tedium of packing more orders. After an hour of labor, Hamish decided to check in on Bradley.
As he opened the door, he saw his boss smile up at him, a sight he only saw when Bradley was trying to impress someone above him, though he just seemed to be really happy to see Hamish. Hamish picked up him phone and locked the office door before sitting down on one of the other chairs in the office.
"How's it going there?" Hamish asked, tentatively. "You doing ok?"
"I think so!" Bradley answered in a voice that was still deep like usual, but it was like he wasn't trying to put on a gruff affectation. "I'm just hanging out, I think...."
Bradley paused for a moment.
"Who are you?" Bradley asked, genuine curiosity in his voice before his eyes lit up with excitement. "Are you my owner?"
Hamish was rocked by the question. Unless Bradley was just pretending, that hypnosis file must have really done its job.
"Uh, yeah. I'm your new owner. You obey me now." Hamish said, trying to get into his sometimes fickle Dom headspace.
"Oh, that's good to know, thank you so much, Sir!" Bradley stood up and then got down on his knees in front of the chair Hamish was sitting at. "I am at your service. I am..."
Bradley looked off confused at something.
"I don't know what my name is. Do you know what my name is, Sir?"
Hamish was again taken back by the question, about to just tell him it was 'Bradley'. Then, he thought for a moment and realized this was an opportunity for his 'boss' to get a new start.
"Your name is Bubby, or Bubs for short. My toy needs to have a cute name, doesn't he?" Hamish said, stroking Bradley, now Bubby's hair.
Bubby smiled up at him, happy to be getting praise from his owner. Hamish quickly looked over the instructions that came with the file Alan sent him. Apparently, the first hour after the file was complete was very important for the process. The drone is highly suggestible in the period, and its bonded owner can tell it things about itself that it will believe have always been true. If this thing was going to work, Hamish knew he'd have to be creative and careful.
"Bubs, why don't you take off your clothes? You always prefer to be naked and will only wear clothes if I ask you to."
Bubby removed his polo and slacks, shoes and socks, and finally underwear. He neatly folded them and put them on the floor next to him as he continued looking up at Hamish.
Hamish got a good look at his boss's naked body. Bubby had such a sexy composition of muscle and fat, and while there was little hair on his lower back and legs, the guy had a pretty fuzzy belly and chest. Hamish reached down and touched Bubby's left haunch, but the man recoiled slightly from the touch.
"Sorry Sir! I didn't know how to react. I've never been touched by a guy like that before." Bubby said, clearly embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable, but not wanting to upset Sir.
Hamish realized he hadn't changed Bubby's desires. He was still the same straight guy despite the new programming. Well, he knew how to fix that.
"It's ok Bubby. It's strange that you reacted that way, though. After all, you love when men touch you. It brings you a lot of pleasure. You especially love when I touch you, don't you?"
Bubby gave an open mouthed nod, and gave a pleasant groan when Hamish put his hand back on his side.
"You like when men do more than touch you. You love when hairy, burly men use you like their own personal slutty toy. You were never into women; you only want to be dominated by other men. Especially by me!"
Bubby looked up at him, blushing. He almost looked embarrassed as Hamish pushed his head down to the floor. Hamish was really getting into the role, enjoying seeing his boss submit to him like this. Hamish stood up, and slipped out of his own pants, leaving his work shirt and flannel on.
"Look up at me, Bubs." The man did as he was told. "You are amazing at sucking cock, almost as if you were made to do it. Good thing you love doing it so much, almost as much as you love getting fucked in the ass! You really want to suck my dick, don't you?"
Bubby nodded, mouth beginning to drool. Hamish led the bearded mouth to his cock, and Bubby began giving him the best blowjob he had ever had. Though it was hard to think while a sexy guy gave him stellar head, Hamish wondered how the hypnosis programming was able to actually make this previously straight man so good at giving blowjobs. Bubby made short work of Hamish, and gave a satisfied gasp after swallowing.
"I loved that, Sir! You have a perfect dick!" Bubby was sweaty and exhilarated as he was still on his knees in the shag carpet office. Hamish loved the way he looked down there.
"Damn, that was good! Almost makes me want to keep you!" Hamish said, petting Bubby's face.
Bubby frowned. "I'm not coming to live with you, Sir? Did I do something wrong?"
Hamish realized just then that he might be getting in over his head. How was he going to deal with his permanently zonked boss? Was he going to have to take care of another person? Bubby's sad face looking at him broke Hamish's heart, the former asshole looking like a hurt puppy. Hamish made a decision.
"No I was just wrong. I'm gonna keep ya. I know you won't love it, but I need you to get your clothes back on so I can take you home. Let's take this one step at a time."
Alan rang the doorbell to Hamish's apartment. The door opened, and there stood Bradley in a collar, an apron, and nothing else.
"Alan! Sir told me you'd be visiting this evening. He's in the living room just ahead. I have some more cleaning to do in there before I finish preparing dinner. Could I get you something? Fetch a robe and undress you? Suck your dick, if Sir allows?"
Alan was flabbergasted at the display. The man was a foot taller than him, but carried himself in a way that almost made him seem smaller than Alan.
"No, I'll just go see Ham." Alan said, not sure what else to say.
Bradley bowed and let him in. Alan found Hamish in a soft bathrobe sitting on his leather recliner, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Bradley moved behind Alan, took off the apron, and got down on all fours to begin scrubbing the floor in the corner.
"That's really something," Alan said, looking to Bradley.
"Yeah, that file really did a number on him. Bubby is now my live-in manservant and sex toy. He also 'resigned', and I'm now the only manager at the shop."
Alan smirked at the reversal of roles. It was pretty hot seeing this asshole on all fours. He started to get a little aroused, and Hamish took notice.
"I told you he was hot! How about we tag team him before dinner? I've been wanting to test how he takes having dick in both holes."
Alan just responded, "This is insane," and quickly began taking off his shirt.