There was a new owner at the bar, and Clark was the most popular bartender with the patrons, his slightly messy hair and carefree attitude was a huge hit with the guys who frequented the place.
He hadn't met the new owner yet, it had apparently been quite a quick sale during his two weeks off. One of his colleagues told him that the new boss had introduced a uniform for the bar staff, and although he was curious to see what it was, his colleague insisted on keeping it a surprise until he actually came in to get his own. He didn't have to wait long until he received a text from the new owner, a man calling him Mr Lucas.
Hello. This is Mr Lucas, I received your contact information from your old boss. I have recently acquired your place of employment and wish to meet with you at your earliest convenience simply to discuss the small changes I am making to the establishment. I understand you're taking leave right now and aren't expected to be at work for another week, but if you could find the time to come see me tomorrow afternoon, perhaps at around 1pm, it would be appreciated. I promise I won't keep you too long. But do let me know if you're unable to come in and we can arrange for a different time.
At first Clark wanted to tell his new boss to not contact him during his leave, but he knew that would be a bad first impression. Plus he wasn't actually doing anything with his time off except watching TV and playing video games. So he decided that he should go in and meet the new boss, maybe even see his new uniform. He sent a response saying he would be there.
The next day he walked to the bar, wearing his casual clothes, as he didn't expect to be there for too long and it didn't expect it to be a formal meeting, after all Mr Lucas said he wouldn't be keeping him for too long. He didn't see any other staff as he made his way through the bar to the back office; he assumed that his new boss would be using the same office as his old one. He was disappointed to not even catch a glimpse of the new uniform, but was sure he could leave with it if he asked Mr Lucas.
He was correct in his assumption that Mr Lucas was using the office of his old boss. He could see Mr Lucas through the window of the office was surprised by what he saw. He had expected him to be a much older gentleman but the guy at the desk couldn't have been more than a few years older than Clark - hell, they could even be the same age. He was wearing a well fitted shirt and tie, the tie knot seemed so tight against his collar it almost looked like he was being strangled by it. Clark knocked on the door.
"Come in" Mr Lucas said from the other side.
"Hello, I'm Clark. One of the bar staff" Clark said as he entered the office, giving Mr Lucas a firm handshake before taking the offered seat.
"Of course, thank you for coming in on your day off. I would have understood if you had preferred to stay at home" Mr Lucas said, his voice firm but understanding.
"It's no problem, I wouldn't have been doing much anyway"
"Well I won't keep you too long. I'm only making a few minor changes to the establishment. I've let a couple of staff members go and will be redecorating over the next couple of days"
"I also heard there's a new uniform you want bar staff to wear?" Clark asked, he was a bit upset at losing some colleagues but he wasn't actually too close to anyone besides the guy who informed him of the uniform.
"Yes. I'd like the bar staff to look more presentable, for lack of a better word. So the uniform will be a white shirt, red suspenders and a red necktie. I can give you these before you go"
"I must say, you're taking the news better than your colleague. He hated the idea of such a formal uniform"
"It wouldn't be my first choice, but you're the boss"
"A good mindset. You'll do nicely" Mr Lucas said, his voice tinged with a sinister tone.
"Nicely?" Clark was now uneasy.
"Just look into my eyes a second" He ordered. Clark did, and that was when his life would change forever. When he looked at Mr Lucas' eyes he only saw a spinning spiral, simple and slow, bringing him in and under, pulling him into a deep state of trance.
"Um...." Clark couldn't even formulate a sentence, let alone speak one as he fell deeper and deeper under his bosses control.
"I am your Master. You are my employee and servant. You will do whatever I command. Do you understand?"
"You are a good employee. You will wear your uniform and take pleasure from your obedience. Your cock will always be hard for your master. You will always be ready to be used by your master. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master" Mr Lucas corrected.
"Yes Master" Clark said, his mind melted quickly as the obedience set in. Mr Lucas was quite effective at hypnotising young men, especially those eager to please like Clarke. But even the more free willed ones fell quickly, ready to obey his every word.
"Good employee. Service me, then go get your uniform. You'll be working tonight"
Mr Lucas pulled his cock out of his trousers and gestured to his servant to come closer. Clark obeyed and got on his knees around the other side of the desk. He took the ten inch cock of his master down to the base, gagging at first but soon relaxing into it, bobbing his head for several minutes until his mouth was flooded with his master's cum. He swallowed every last drop from his master's cock and then left without saying a word to collect his uniform.
Now he wears his uniform with pride and pleasure. A constant reminder he is owned by his master. And always on the lookout for potential recruits to the staff amongst the patrons.
Perhaps you'll be one of them...
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