I can't believe this. I'm getting fired? I joined here just two days ago. And I'm getting fired for misplacing ONE document? The boss was silent for a while after he told me the news.
"Look Clinton, I don't hate you. But I hate carelessness. I think you have a lot of that. And I don't want that in my office," Evan smiled the whole time while he was lecturing me on why I was careless. I could have just stormed out of the room. But I didn't. I got this job after two years of unemployment. If not for this, I would be on the streets. I needed to convince Evan that I would not repeat the mistake. Maybe he's just angry, that's all. But that smile, it was weird.
"Sir, I beg you, I will never repeat this again. I don't know how it happened. I still remember giving the correct file to Benjamin in the office. I accept full responsibility. But please don't fire me"
Evan gave a long sigh. "Sit down," he demanded. I sat down on the chair hoping that he would give me a last chance at this job. He stood up from his chair and slowly walked towards me.
"How important is this job to you?" Evan asked while still strolling around the back of my chair.
"Very, Sir. I don't know what I will do, if you fire me. I love this job. I will be completely lost without it," I said with as much grievance I could gather.
"Well see Clinton, for important things in your life, you have to make compromises,", Evan said while he slowly started massaging my shoulders.
I froze for a minute. What is he up to? I tried to turn my head around.
"Nope, you stay like that. In fact, if you do everything, I ask you to, from this moment onward, I'll let you keep your job. If not, you can leave my office right now. How about that?"
His hands were still on my shoulders. I did not know what to do. How can I decide something without knowing what he meant by that? I was quiet.
"Good decision Clinton. But still there is a lot of tests you have to go through before I can trust that you are true to your word. Starting now."
What word? I didn't say anything. I froze like a deer in headlights when he made the deal. What the fuck is he going to ask me to do?
"Test number 1,", Evan seemed excited. He had that smile again from before. "Bolt that door, Clinton."
Is he going to beat me? Fuck me? I had no idea. But I had no choice. I need this job. I did as he asked me to.
"Nice job! But still, lots to go," Evan sounded like he had a plan. He sat on his chair and put his legs on top of the table.
"Remove your shirt," Evan pointed to me and said. By now, I understood what he said before. I don't know if I can do this. My life depends on it. But I'm not gay. I decided to go with it till I can. I removed my shirt and put it on his table.
"Nice, better than I expected. But you don't have a single mark on your body. We are going to change that later. For now, open that cupboard and take out the collar on the second shelf."
Collar? What collar? I opened the door to see a black leather collar, with the text: `Evan's Slave` written on it. I understood where this might lead to and what I may have to give up for this job.
"What are you waiting for? Wear it on your neck. Now." Evan ordered. The collar was a bit tight, but the leather was comfortable. While I stood there, Evan got up and examined me. Then he took the string of the collar and pulled me towards him.
"You know why my room is the only one in this floor. You know why it has thick glasses?" Evan said with a glimmer in his eyes.
"uhm, Because, you're the boss?"
"Yes, but more importantly, it's because from time to time, I need to teach that to men like you"
Evan pulled me towards his chair and sat on it. I almost tripped and fell down. He immediately unzipped his pants and threw it away.
"You know what to do babe," Evan teased me.
