Like many people look for gainful employment, i spend a good bit of time online looking at various companies and job boards, hoping to find that one employer that will click. I had filled out so many online forms, emailed resumes, copied and pasted resumes then compelled to retype all that info in the boxes on the next page, looked and looked and looked. Stared at the wall, or my phone, while waiting, hoping for calls or emails.
Then one came, it was from one of those third party filters working on behalf of the hiring company. I needed to take some assessments. The usual, math, personality, phone skills, running the gamut that would begin the process of proving myself to the company. I jumped at the opportunity to get started.
Two hours later, i was rubbing my eyes. What had happened? Did i take the tests? My email alert on my phone buzzed, and there was a response from the testing company. I had passed, and now i was to wait for a response, if i was to get one, about the next step in the hiring process.
That’s when i noticed I was wet. My shorts must have slipped off while i was napping, but why was my underwear wet? It was sticky, i peeled the front of my boxer briefs off, fuck, i like that! I never liked taking off my wet undies before, wait, i never cum’d in my underwear before, but this wetness feels good. It feels right. I take my underwear off, and wrap a dry spot around my cock. Shit, i need to jerk off, don’t think of anything just stroke, that’s all i need to do. One, two, three, it got hard again so quickly. I don’t believe Im about to cum again after……there it is….Thank you Sir….how did i cum again so quickly, after wetting my shorts?
Did i say anything, no, i don’t think so…
A week went by, i checked my email everyday, to be honest, every hour, nothing. I guess i just didn’t make the cut.
Then my Gmail went off, and there it was the next step. I was to sign in to their website, and do a mock interview. I was supposed to dress like i was going to a normal interview, but i was only going to be on webcam, read some questions, and then it would record my answer.
I was excited and nervous, but i went the extra mile, and wore a nice light pale olive shirt, a gray tie with a little blue and purple, and medium gray khaki slacks. I felt weird not wearing black slacks, but i didn’t feel like wearing a dark charcoal red shirt with black tie, i wanted to wear something light and fresh for summer. Plus, they wouldn’t see my pants, i would be sitting down when the questions came. Heck, i could do it with no pants if i wanted.
I had myself ready at the scheduled time, and i signed in, clicked the link, and waited for the questions to show. I did a few practice questions, but they made me feel weird…horny…needy, part of me wanted to just close the window, creep into my room, lube my dick, and jerk off into something, but then the timer clock appeared, it counted down, and i watched. I was ready.
I woke up, and my pants were off, bunched up at my feet. My tie was off, it was wrapped around my cock How the hell did i cum on my interview pants. I had spilled my load at my feet, staining my dress pants. When i had came to my cock was shriveling, but now, as i looked at my cum stained pants, it was getting hard again. I don;t know why, but i took the ends of my tie, and tightened it around my cock. Pull and squeeze, pull and squeeze, it got hard again. I kept leaning back, applying pressure until i cum’d again, but instead of shooting, it just leaked down onto my tie. I was a Good Boy.
I shut the computer off, and went to bed. Even though it was light out, i needed to sleep. I put my underwear back on with the tie around my wet cock, and went to bed. It felt good to sleep this way…I was doing the right thing.
It wasn’t an email that came next, but a phone call. I answered, and it was from the company, i was excited. I small talked for a minute, and they said not to worry, everything would be casual, and relaxing. There was nothing that i needed to worry about.
Is your cock hard, he asked me, and i replied yes, immediately, and i reached down. My pants were already around my ankles, and there i was leaking and stroking in my shorts.
Would you like to cum with me, he asked.
Yes Sir, i replied. Programming has been receptive, and accepted. I am ready for orders, and further programming.
All you need to do is show up for the interview, and dress professionally. Now, what have you learned.
When I cum the job is done!
I heard the click, and the call was ended. My shorts were full of cum again, but i put down the phone. I needed to rest and relax, tomorrow was a big day, it was my interview.
The office park was the biggest structure in the area, nothing of note. There was nowhere to grab a quick lunch, and it was quiet, pre dawn quiet. The parking lot was almost empty, five cars out of place on the long expanse of asphalt.
I entered, and told the guy at reception my scheduled time and purpose. He punched a few keys, and then came around to my side of the desk. The receptionist waved the pass at the blinking lights of the turnstile and stiffly beckoned me to follow.
On the other side, he attached the pass to my chest. It shocked me as the fastener clicked, a tight pinch on my chest and nipple.
I must have been distracted because the next moment he was snapping his fingers in my face while his remained expressionless. He opened the door for me, and stared off into space as I walked through.
It was an immense open floor, lined and rowed with personal cubicles. There was no one to greet me so i explored, passing by maybe get a hint of what the job entailed. It was funny now that i think of it, i had no idea what the actual job was, but looking around, i figured it has something to do with being on the computer or phone. I walked a few rows looking for an office or manager, but everything was the same. Besides the doors i came through, there was nothing.
That’s when i noticed how quiet it was just random key clicks, there was no murmuring, small talk, everyone was at their station, working. It was all men, too. There was not one female in the whole bunch! I walked some more rows, all the same. A trendy, smartly dressed guy looking intently at his screen, and typing. No one looked up, there was nobody leaning over the wall to waste time chatting with the neighbor, everyone was working intently.
I started to feel out of place. My hair wasn’t as well gel’d or styled as these guys. I was also wearing a short sleeve shirt. my spirits feel, i wasn’t even in these guys league. There was noway i would get this job.
That’s when i felt the tap on my shoulder.
Im glad you made it, sorry for not greeting you at the entrance, but there was a morale situation i had to deal with. Im sure you understand. Why don’t you follow me?
Sure, what kind of situation?
Well, i guess at this juncture i can be honest with you. One of our employees experienced a rare moment of lucidity, and he tried to leave the building of his own accord. It’s rare that our methods deteriorate over time, our employees are very effectively brainwashed, and frequently reprogrammed to discourage such outbreaks. But these things do happen. We had to restrain him, and force him back to his station. After a few minutes of engagement with his duties his mind was effectively eager to be a model employee again. He even said Thank you Sir for the much need attitude adjustment.
As i think you will once we are done with you.
I stopped in my tracks, what had i walked into? This man was either mad, or i had really walked into something.
That’s when i felt the hands on my shoulders. I never even had time to spin around.
Take our new employee to his station.
From behind my head, i head, Yes Master, and they grabbed me by the arms and led me to an empty cubicle.
They pushed me into the chair, and booted up the computer. Part of me wasn’t even fighting it, almost like i wished to go along with it, to follow, see what happens, and obey. Fuck, this isn’t right.
The logo appeared and passed, and a wavey pattern filled the screen, it flooded over me, pulsed, and i followed along. The hands released me, and i no longer wished to move. My head moved in waves and sways, and i followed the pattern as it took my eyes.
I felt a pair of headphones resting around my neck, and heard a voice behind me.
Change his shirt so he is properly attired for the job, and we must do something about his loose hair.
Yes Master, the employee drones replied.
I continued to be absorbed and brainwashed by the patterns on the screen, but i could also feel my arms and chest being lifted, moved as they proper work attire was put on me.
Thank you Master, i replied, I am ready to be a proper employee.
I felt something wet, like gel being put into my hair, and i just let them rub my scalp, massage me, brainwash me, make me more attractive and pliable, so i looked like everyone else.
The headphones are carefully placed on my head, and i hear a faint buzzing go off. My hands rise to the keyboard, and i begin to work. I feel my cock rise the faster i stroke, and i start my task, hunting out new employees, looking for just the right candidates for brainwashing and programming, just like myself. When i find a suitable recruit, i cum.
Thank you Master for the attitude adjustment.
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