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Big Government Strikes
It was a rather mundane morning at the office when I was buzzed in by my boss. I actually jumped up from my chair when she did, the cell’s vibrator shock to my balls was one of the rarely used special option ones that has a real punch to it. It’s not always used, but when it is you know it’s either something important or you’re being remotely reprimanded for a mistake. But since I’m usually a perfectionist when it comes to my work, I knew this was something rather important.
“Come quickly into my office!” She said, I could sense in her voice that this wasn’t the usual business emergencies.
I quickly hurried up, and along the way it was apparent that I wasn’t the only one being buzzed in. Everywhere, secretaries were taken aback by their collar’s strong zaps, it’s one of those moments where you try to keep your composure but the physical reaction is too strong.
“Who the fuck does this cock think he is!? I’m telling you, it’s all just a show for those old male voters still clinging to a fairytale world view of the past... How much do you want to bet this hack of a prosecutor only got his job because he’s a male!?”
It’s a rare occasion to see Ms. Priscilla as angry as she was on the phone when I walked into her office. Not only that but the entire office was in a panic, various young interns were busy on their laptops and making various calls to all the departments of the company.
“Ok, we’re all counting on your firm, I’ll send you everything.” My boss said as she hung up.
At the same time, one of the young women working for Ms. Priscilla pushed me aside as she walked into the office and went up to her in a hurry, “Ok so the charges are officially in, most of it is all bullshit labor protection violations, but he actually even included some archaic anti-slavery laws! This has to be a joke…”
“It’s all because of these out of work old farts behind the male rights movement. They just can’t face reality and also they don’t have what it takes to work in the few positions companies have for males these days. I’m amazed that the government is actually going along with this, and they even have a man leading the case… I sure as hell won’t forget about this when those useless congress bitches come kissing my ass for contributions.”
Everyone in the office laughed at her comment, Ms. Priscilla is one of those well respected women in the company that many young interns look up to. She finally saw me waiting patiently near the doorway in the proper stance among a few other male secretaries gathering up as well, “Jiffy come here boy.”
“We’re in total lock down Jiffy… I need you to take these documents to our law firm at this address, we’re gathering them up over there. You know what to do.”
“Perfectly clear, Ma’am.” I was slightly excited by the high tension atmosphere of the room.
Total Lock Down
At the academy, we were taught a very important lesson about our role in companies very early on,business is business but not our business. It basically means that as secretaries, it’s not our job to judge or know what it is that our contract owners do, but simply to do what they tell us to. More importantly, if in the off chance our contractors do engage in shady businesses, it’s our duty to do everything to protect them. So we have special training in Secretarial Information Protection Techniques.
The young interns, well roughly about my age, were preparing various classified legal documents and piling them at a desk specially designated for us. By training I ignored the contents of them. I simply picked them up as they came to me and rolled them into perfectly compact rolls. I have to admit I haven’t done this since my days at the academy.
In front of me was the infamous silver bullet, this is almost a myth to outsiders and often curious people ask us about its existence, but of course we always deny it. To a common person, the silver bullet may look like a giant dildo, and perhaps in many ways it is. However, it’s actually a tubular shaped steel case to store documents. The cover at the end has a tiny chain with a ring attached to it to allow the carrier to quickly extract it.
I wasn’t the only other secretary in the room rolling, but my boss told me that my documents were good to go. After having rolled up all of the files, I inserted then into the silver bullet and with the cover in hand I walked up to the rather mature woman by the door. By lock down protocols, the documents can’t leave the room without being properly‘secured,’ and a supervisor has to be present to ensure that it’s secured after which she has to sign off on it as well. She looked at the content of the bullet to make sure all the documents were present and then she gave me the nod of approval, so I closed the cover.
Even though there were many people in the room, it’s just one of those things that with training you get used to doing nonchalantly. As for the people in the room, since they were all from the corporate world, it wasn’t a big deal to them as well. I turned around to face my back to the lady, and dropped only the back of my short down to below my ass cheeks. As she kept on looking without reaction, with my left hand I stretched apart my cheeks as much as I could because like I said I haven’t done this in a while and this particular silver bullet was a rather large model. I had to twist and turn it a few times and control myself from making too much noise as not to disturb anyone, but I eventually inserted the whole tube into my asshole, leaving only the tiny chain portion out to ‘easily’ slip it out later. When I was done, I slightly bend down to show that the bullet was all in. The lady picked up a marker and wrote the time and date on my right ass cheek and signed her initials under it, and finally stamped the seal of the company on top of it.
“All is sealed sweetie,” she said as she pinched my ass, I thought the pinching was a nice gesture of encouragement. As you know by now, I have a huge craving for approval. Moments like these are exactly why I just don’t understand male rights activist…
The Lobby
As I was making my way towards the exit, two older men in suits (so tacky these days) approached me and stopped me.
“Yes, can I help you gentlemen?” Although I was pretty sure these guys were from the state, I was still working and had to show proper subservience.
“We have a warrant for all outgoing documents within this office. Just have to make sure nothing important is snuck out. You’re going to have to hand over those files.” Of course the documents I had in hand were decoys, so I showed little hesitation in handing them over. Sadly, these guys weren’t fully satisfied, what happened next took me entirely by surprise. The bigger meaner looking of the two quickly shoved his hand between the easy front opening of my shorts and grabbed my balls quite harshly and then twisted them.
“Listen you stupid pussy whipped bitch, where are the real documents your cunt boss sent you out with!?”
As painful and tear inducing as the treatment was, I tried my best to maintain decorum, “I complied with the warrant gentlemen… I don’t have any other documents on hand.”
By now, he wasn’t just twisting my balls but also pulling them downwards, that’s when I heard the echoes of a pair of high heels footsteps getting louder and louder as it was approaching us.
“Get your hands off our private property!” She commanded him with much authority in her voice, as you’d expect from the head of security of LIG. She wasn’t alone, behind her were four large muscle bound men. We all just refer to these guys as guard hounds because really all of these guys are just strong males who are assigned to follow around female security officers who command them with brief strategic words, little thinking involved.
The man finally let go of me, I don’t think he wanted to pick a fight with these hounds.
“Oh hey, yasure sure, we were just talking…” The now trembling man said.
“You two have what you want out of the secretary.I believe you’re done with this one then?”
“Yup, yup…”
“Good.” She replied, placing herself between them and me.
I looked at both of them and while suppressing the pain down there, I put a smile on my face, “Glad to be of service gentlemen, have a nice day.” I then put my strong legs to work and walked away sprinting, while the head of security kept them at bay.
In all of the chaos, I had completely forgotten to actually look at the address, and it was only then that I realized the law firm in question was the one my grandmother was a senior partner at!
Off to Grandma’s Law Firm
“You stupid cock! Don’t you know how to make a cup of coffee, are you so fucking stupid you can’t even make a decent cup of coffee!?” Yup, that’s my grandmother alright, lashing out. I don’t pity her newly contracted boy, he needs to learn like I did If he wishes to stay in this business.
“Steven? What the hell, come here, come give me a hug!” Grandmother is one of those women who for reasons unknown has aged incredibly well, but more importantly her breasts were known in the family for being able to smother people when she hugged us. Of course, I’ve grown up, but she’s still able to smother me with them…
“I can’t breathe Ms. Grace…”
“Ms. Grace!?” She looked at me with confusion. So I did a rare and mostly outdated formal curtsey to help her out, I think seeing that and also finally getting a good look at my uniform she got it.
“Oh look at you, Steven! Oh I’m sorry, Jiffy. A proper look, I told you many times that stupid math degree was of no good for a young man! But look at you now.I paid for your Academy tuition young man, and now you’re at my office on official business. This is exciting!”
“Thank you Ms. Grace.”
She reached out for my ribbon to have a better look at the logo, “So you’re contract-owned by LIG, good company, one of my biggest clients.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I’m here on lock down protocol.”
“Yes, yes, your boss informed me. What a ridiculous accusation, tell me Jiffy, do you think you’re being abused by LIG or a slave to LIG?”
“I am a proud employee of Linda Insurance Group, and am happy to show up to work at all times. I live and dedicate my life to serving LIG’s interest…”
My grandmother chuckled and interrupted me, “By the book Jiffy, I should know better than to ask you when you’re working. Best investment I’ve ever made paying for your training. Goodness If only I can get someone like you here. This moron I have at the moment can’t even make proper coffee.”
“Would you like me to make you…”
Once more she interrupted me, “Oh no no, he has to learn! Besides, I think we should get to business.” She walked towards the leather couch and sat down and then called me over. I walked up towards her and turned my back towards her, my ass was now at her eye level. I figured she probably did this quite a few times in her time being a corporate lawyer and all, so she already had her marker in hand.
I once again lowered my shorts just slightly below me ass, she looked at her watch for the time and wrote it on my left ass cheek, along with the date, and signed it.
“Now where the hell is that stamp… Tommy! Get in here, where the hell is my stamp!?”
I stayed in place with my ass still exposed while Tommy came rushing into the office, “I’m sorry Ma’am, here it is.”
“Why wasn’t already here!?Nop, I’ve had it with you. Go back home, jack your collar in and have a zap cycle running for one hour, and I’ll call you tomorrow to see how we can work this out you incapable buffoon!” She angrily ordered him.
Wow, that was a harsh punishment. A fully powered collar zap cycle really hurts, but my grandmother’s male secretary was just horrible, what school did he graduate from... So yea, in my book he deserves it.
In any case, she finally stamped my left ass cheek, clearing that part of the paper works. The chain was still sticking out of my anus as intended, allowing me to grab on to the ring with my finger to pull the case out just slightly out. Again I used my left hand to open up as much as possible. The case doesn’t have to come out entirely though, only the documents. So I opened the cover and emptied the content and closed it back and pushed the case back in. By protocols, I’ll have to go back to the office to dispose of the case. I pulled my short up, got on my knees since it was a low standing table, then I unrolled and organized the documents for my grandmother to read.
A few hours passed, and eventually because I was so good at it, my grandmother started to use me more as her secretary since she sent hers away. Later on in the night, when she was joined in by her colleague of 30 years, I was now serving two well respected matriarchs of the legal world, I felt quite privileged by the opportunity. The two women would just sit on the couch going over the various documents I’d fetch for them, and in the mean time I’d sitbeside them awaiting, making calls and so on. It actually got to the point that my BeckyBerry was running out of charge, luckily the firm had quite a few long reaching leash cords, so I simply leashed myself to the wall jack. However, as for my grandmother and her colleague, I got the sense things weren’t going too well for them.
“I don’t know Miriam, we have every angle covered but that dick wants to actually question the secretaries in court…” The colleague said in frustration, putting her feet on my lap for the fourth time that night for a foot massage.
“Yes… Yes, I know. After reading over the classified contracts… That’s not something we can allow.”
“We can always have them chew bubble gums!” Miriam said bursting into laughter.
“If only it was that simple!”
The night went with them exchanging various ideas back and forth until late in the night my grandmother had a brilliant plan!
“Jiffy, patch me to your boss!” She commanded with a sudden surge of energy in her.
“Yes Ma’am.”
Initially Ms. Priscilla was more annoyed by the fact that both women kept me at their office the whole time, she’s always in need of me. But, that was all behind when my grandmother announced she had a plan.
The Gag Order
“If I’m reading this contract right, the language refers to them more as physical properties, and the budget isn’t under the usual wages but office supply expenses.”
“We all know what the contract says… What’s your point?” The call was being relayed to both offices through me, so I was listening in as I often do in such situations.
“It’s simple, we put them all under a gag order.”
“I thought you two were the lawyers… The cock of a prosecutor has been given special powers. He’ll nullify it on the spot. This is what we pa...”
My grandmother in her assertive way interrupted my boss, not many women dare do that.
“Not a powerless normal gag order! Since all male secretaries voluntarily signed a contract that allows us classify them along with office supplies, we can put certain restrictions similar to how we chain our pens from getting stolen. What I’m recommending is that for the two weeks that the prosecutor will be allowed to call in testimonies, we physically gag all the boys’ mouths preventing them from talking.”
Two Days In
Since I was her favorite grandson, of course I was the first in line last Monday when she and her legal team showed up at our office to execute the unusual gag order. I entered the large meeting room, there my grandmother sat with two other women and a nurse. Of course she did let out a subtle wink of acknowledgement for me, but still kept it very professional.
“Open your mouth wide.” The nurse said, then she inserted a very strong and durable holed ball gag in my mouth, then she locked with a heavy lock in the back tightly. The holes allowed easy breathing and also drinking water through a tube or straw. The strap of the gag had yellow colored warning that said “Trade Secrete.”
One of the women in the room handed me a card with a sentence on it, “Silly dumb boys are to keep quite.”
“Read what’s on it.” She ordered, but as best I could the only sounds I could make were unintelligible muffled sounds.
“I can’t make out a thing, perfect!” Said my grandmother.
The nurse once again spoke, “Alright listen carefully. You can drink water through this tube, to brush your teeth just rinse with some mouthwash, as for food…“She swiftly yanked the side of my shorts up, giving me a wedgie and exposing a chunk of my ass cheeks. She then pulled out a needle, “This needle contains all the nutrition you’ll need. You need to shoot up three times a day on your ass.” And she poked me for my first meal.
At first my jaw did hurt, but you got used to it. Also for the drooling, everyone learned to carry handkerchiefs with them to wipe themselves often. As for my family, they found it very amusing. However, for PR reasons, I was ‘advised’ to wear a scar to hide it.
My Court Day
“This is a fucking mockery and completely degrading your honor!” The prosecutor yelled out.
“Language counselor…” The judge replied.
“Your honor, as we’ve demonstrated, this is all well within our rights to protect our properties and our sensitive trade secrets.” My grandmother chipped in.
The whole time I sat on the stand gagged and frequently whipping away the drooling.
That’s when the prosecutor turned towards me specifically, looked me in the eyes, “Look at you, you’re fucking pathetic. Can’t you see what they’ve done to you!? You’re just an object, you’re sitting in this court room with a gag on your mouth, and what can technically be called shorts… I’m also fully aware of the collar they have on you too! You’re a slave you moron, this entire generation of boys aren’t even second class anymore but slaves!!”
My grandmother laughingly interjected, “Your honor, the prosecutor has clearly lost it, and I find it completely insulting especially considering the boy siting on the stand is my grandson!”
“Your own grandson!?You monster!” The prosecutor exclaimed.
“Order in my court! I won’t tolerate this outburst counselor! Guards please escort him out!”
I was then quickly relieved from the court room, and made to wait outside. However, I wasn’t left alone for too long because the group of male activists protesting outside spotted me quickly, it wasn’t too long before I was surrounded by a bunch of angry losers calling me every name they can think of, some even spitting at me. Although I had some court guard hounds keeping them from getting too close, it was already close enough, within spitting distance actually…
Luckily the case did get thrown out quickly after 10 of us showed up gagged, and my grandmother along with my boss walked out. There’s something about the way both these women exert power and command over others, because within a few minutes, they came over passing through the crowd rather easily.
“Ya, all you losers go back home, we won! Get a bath, a shave, and then maybe a job! Lazy fat slobs”
My boss yelled out dragging me through the crowd towards the limo. Before finally getting in the limo, my boss just had to have a final stab at the male rights activists, she’s always been that way… So she turned me around and said, “Take a picture of this for the newspaper you cocks!” That’s when she slipped her hands under my shorts and pulled out my cock and balls, exposing them to the various camera flashes, with my BeckBerry collared on of course! However, not to be outdone, my grandmother made sure to call in with the emergency vibration code. Something about the whole situation, this ultimate act of being at service to and even wining a case for my contract-owners just made my cock rock hard for all to see. Either that or this was exactly the product of proper ‘brain training’ by the academy… At this point it didn’t matter one bit.
Later that day, they did get around to unlocking us of our gags, although they weren’t in a big hurry to do so… It was an interesting experience to say the least. Sadly, the photo of me outside the courtroom was ultimately censored from appearing on any media outlets, I suppose the corporate controlled media felt this wouldn’t be good for business. In fact, the few pictures that did appear on clandestine activist websites were brushed off as being photoshopped…
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