Submitting to Bruce

We were four days into a two week workshop when Bruce changed my life. The new prototype was so cutting edge the company was scared shitless it would leak to the competitors. So instead of having the workshop onsite where vendors and contractors might hear about it, we were in a hotel conference room in the city where the device would eventually be placed into full production. Of course this worked out well for me since I was staying at the hotel, having traveled to the workshop as part of the R&D team.

The restrooms near the conference rooms were small, and meant for one person at a time, even though the room contained both a toilet and a urinal. I'd forgotten to lock the door upon entering, and just as I started pissing into the urinal, Bruce came in behind me. I didn't hear him, and only realized he was standing behind me when his left hand rested on my left shoulder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, but before I could say anything, his right hand reached around my waist and cupped my balls and cock, pushing my hand away as he took over for me, aiming my stream down into the small puddle. His hand was huge compared to mine, and my entire package fit easily in his palm, with his forefinger and thumb holding my less than average sized cock to ensure the piss went where it was supposed to go.

"Wha... Um... Sir?"

I tried to say something, to make the extremely unprofessional scenario seem less awkward. My mind spun in circles trying to understand what was happening, and what I needed to do.

"Shhh. I won't hurt you... yet. Just relax and let it all out. Doesn't it feel nice to have me hold you and protect you? Don't your little balls feel safe resting in my hand?" His voice was deep and soothing.

I was frozen. I had no idea what to say, or do. Bruce was easily twice my size and probably many times my strength. I couldn't overpower him. I could either start screaming and hoped he stopped or someone came to help, or I could just let it happen.

I just let it happen. I don't know if it was because he's a regional VP and I'm just a team lead, or if it was because he was so much bigger and stronger than me, or if it was because I recognized on some level that I liked how it felt to have him hold me so possessively. Or maybe it was because he's so good looking.

"I've been watching you. You're a very delicate little thing aren't you. I wonder if you have any idea what you've been doing to me the past few days. I can't help myself any longer. I need to own you, to control you, to dominate you and make you live only for me. I know you're scared, I can feel you shaking, but don't worry. When I take control of you, you'll beg me to do it every step of the way."

I was shaking, but I don't remember if it was out of fear or desire. His hot breath on my neck, his rough hands on the soft skin of my genitals, his powerful grip on my shoulder. He was doing things to my insides no one had ever done.

I was shocked at myself. I wasn't gay. I mean, not really. I had been married for god sake, to a woman. I mean sure I watched those silly sissy-hypno videos sometimes when I jacked off, but that's just for variety, I don't really like men. Right? Gay or not, I felt myself responding to his touch.

I had finished pissing and my dick started getting hard. When Bruce realized, he started stroking me, his finger and thumb so large, they practically covered the entire length of my cock.

"I'm going to take away your manhood, and you're going to help me do it. I'm going to leave now, I want you to take off your pants and throw your briefs away. You don't need them anymore. Those underwear are for men, and that's not you babe. But, if you chose to disobey me I'll honor your decision and leave you alone. It's your choice, sweetheart."

When he left I stood facing the urinal with my mind racing. My cock was still hard and I desperately wanted to finish myself off, but Bruce didn't say I could. He said I had to obey, did that mean I could only do what I was told to do? Or was I allowed to do as I pleased unless he specifically forbade it?

I don't remember making the decision, I just remember acting. I removed my shoes and trousers, and then my briefs. I quickly redressed without any underwear.

I almost threw them away right there in the bathroom, but the bin didn't have a lid, and someone would see them. It would be too weird. I had to be discreet. I balled them up and put them in my pocket and quickly walked back to the conference room.

Most of the managers were still on break, and the room was nearly empty. Bruce was there, he was facing toward me, but was in a conversation with someone I didn't know. I quickly took the briefs out of my pocket and smashed them into the empty coffee cup I'd used earlier that morning. After replacing the lid on the cup, I walked over and dropped it into the waste bin.

I couldn't tell if Bruce was watching me. I was so worried about getting caught I wasn't focused on that at the moment. I took my seat and locked my eyes on my notebook, not looking up or looking at anyone, even after the meeting had resumed.

Twenty minutes later my phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it absentmindedly and opened the message.

'Save me in your contacts as Daddy.'

I didn't recognize the phone number, but I knew who it was from. He had seen me throw my underwear away. A second text appeared shortly after I saved Daddy to my contact list.

'There's a shopping mall across the street and three blocks down. We'll have a two hour lunch break today, you should have plenty of time.'

Following the message was an image of bright pink thong panties. He wanted me to buy and wear women's underwear. Did they have to be pink? Was I still in the mood to obey him? My hard cock said yes.

It was warm outside and I had walked briskly to conserve time so when I walked into the lingerie store, I could feel sweat starting to form on my body. Or maybe I was fucking nervous as hell and that was making me sweat.

I tried to seem as small and invisible as possible as I quickly browsed the panty displays, but the morning crowd was thin and the shopkeeper was bored.

"Can I help you find something?"

She was a decade younger than me, twenty something and cute. She was smiling politely at me, but I could see a bit of curiosity in her expression. Men bought lingerie for their wives and girlfriends, it wasn't odd that I was there, right?

"Uh... I'm looking for some panties."

"Okay, I can help you with that. Are these for you, or someone else?"

I wanted to lie. The lie was right their on my tongue, but I thought about Bruce. Would he ask if I told the truth? He didn't tell me I had to be honest with the sales lady, but he didn't tell me I could lie either? Would I be disobedient to him if I lied?

"They're for me." I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed bright red.

"Okay, that makes it easier. It's always hard to guess someone else's size. Are you looking for full bottom panties, or a thong, or a g-string?"

"Thong panties, something kind of discreet." I was dying inside, fighting to sound confident and casual. My anxiety was in overdrive.

"Okay, discreet. So probably low waist, and probably something with an invisible hem. We have these over here. You can see the edge of the material has no hem, so there won't be a panty line visible through your trousers. And the material is very soft and stretchy which makes them more comfortable since thongs sort of ride right up in your butt."

I was surprised and grateful for her casualness, acting as if a man buying panties was perfectly normal. I knew she had to be dying inside with laughter selling the perfect panties to a little pervert like me. She never showed it on the outside though, and she gave very good advice.

"This table here has all of the colors we offer. How many do you need to purchase?"

There were seven colors arranged in front of me. Dark blue, maroon, red, light pink, yellow, light green, and bright pink. How many would I need? I guess I only needed one pair, but Bruce did say I wouldn't need boys underwear anymore. Did that mean anymore today, or ever? It had to mean forever, he made me throw them away. That's sort of permanent. So how many did I need? I usually had about a dozen pairs of briefs so I guess I needed to replace them all.

"I think I need about a dozen pairs."

"Oh great. For your complexion and skin tone I would recommend the blue and the green, or the maroon if you prefer a warmer color."

"I'll get five of the blue, and five of the green, and um... ah... two of the hot pink."

"Perfect, Let me get those bagged up for you and I'll meet you at the counter to pay."

I watched in dread as she started placing the folded items into a pink and white stripped bag. The bag style was widely recognizable. But she saw my concern and switched to a plain black plastic bag instead.

"I almost forgot, discreet." She reminded herself. I could have hugged her.

By the time I'd returned to my hotel room I still had ample time before the meetings were scheduled to resumed. I stripped naked and put on a pair of the hot pink panties. The soft silky feel of the materiel against my skin made my cock hard instantly. I was in love. I would never wear a pair of men's briefs again. This felt like heaven.

There was one problem, though. My body would best be described as androgynous or maybe even feminine, and I had never really had much body hair, but what I did have looked out of place while wearing the panties. It had to go.

It took me twenty minutes to make my body hairless from the neck down. When I was cleaned and showered I redressed, wearing the same hot pink panties I'd already tried on and returned to the conference room. I was just in time for the meeting to start.

Bruce was presenting, and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He's very handsome, and has the sexiest voice. I envied his confidence as he spoke in front of the group. He was all man, and a natural leader. I was so caught up in my adoration, that I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"Neil, how was that handled during development?" Oh shit! I'm Neil. He asked me a question in front of about fifty senior manages and I wasn't paying attention. Fuck me. He was saying something about maintaining adequate supplies to meet our deadlines.

"We used a procurement specialist who was assigned to our project to make sure we had the necessary components on hand."

"Is that how you would recommend we do it during the transition to full scale manufacturing?" He asked.

What the fuck. I'm not a manager, I don't know any of this shit, I just worked on the prototype. I'm supposed to be here to answer technical questions, not fucking logistics.

"Well, manufacturing typically uses a JIT lean approach for stocking consumables, which is more cost efficient for an established part. But this device is a priority for gaining an edge on our competitors and time to market is critical. It might be unwise to risk a deadline just to save a bit on cost. It could make sense to continue using a procurement specialist to maintain our inventories at least until the part has been qualified by our tier one customers."

I could feel sweat dripping down my back between my shoulder blades. All eyes were on me and I was talking out of my ass. If Bruce intended to use humiliation as a means to break me, it was working.

"Good observation, Neil. Lets move on." And just like that I was safe again. My cock was still hard, in fact it was harder than I could ever remember it being. I'd never had a fear boner before. I received it with mixed feelings.

After Bruce finished his presentation, some drone took over for the final presentation of the day. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

'Room 2417 thirty seconds after the meeting ends. If you're late, you'll be punished.'

Then it buzzed again.

"You're going to be punished regardless, but if your late it will be worse."

My dick was throbbing. It was all so fucking crazy. I had been groped by a coworker, ordered to throw out my underwear, I'd felt emasculated when buying new women's panties for myself, and now I sat in a boring meeting with a hard on waiting to find out what kind of punishment Daddy had in store for me. I had lost touch with reality.

There were only two elevators near the conference room, and I was in the back of the crowd. I had to wait for the fourth load of passengers before it was my turn. Floor twenty-four was the highest floor in the building and most of the other team members had been assigned to lower floors. By floor twelve, I had the elevator to myself as it glided smoothly toward the top.

What was I doing? This was insane. eight hours ago a man touched my cock and now I was going to hook up with him? Why? I knew why but didn't want to face the truth. I wasn't ready to be honest with myself, but now I had no choice.

The truth was that for the three years following my divorce, I hadn't been close to anyone. I hadn't dated or even looked. I'd closed myself off to avoid dealing with the pain and the past three years had been an emotional void for me. When Bruce put his arm around me that morning it was the first time in years I'd had any kind of intimate contact with anyone since my wife had left me.

I missed being connected to someone, missed being desired by someone. But was this the way? Sure I was lonely, but Bruce didn't want to have a beer and watch the game, he wanted to put a dick inside me. Was I really ready to suck a cock, or even take one up the ass? The elevator door dinged and opened. I stepped out. It was time to find out.

When the door opened Bruce was already partially undressed. He was bare on top, but was still wearing his slacks. His body was perfect. He looked like a professional athlete. His dark brown skin covered his muscular, toned arms and chest. I felt a shift in my guts. Something primal was happening inside me.

He pulled me inside by my arm and shut the door behind me. Pushing me backward I was pinned against the closed door as he stepped in close and kissed me. It felt amazing. I had never kissed a man before. It was different than kissing a woman, and I knew in that moment I wanted as many of those kisses as I could get.

When he pulled away from me he turned and walked deeper into the hotel room. My legs were weak and his sudden absence felt cruel. I hurried to catch up. The room was actually a suite. A large suite. The door opened into a main room featuring family style furniture and a large television. To the right was a giant window that looked out onto the city below. The left had a small kitchen and a door, which I assumed led into the bedroom.

Bruce stopped a couple paces in front of me and allowed me to catch up. When I was next to him, he took my hand in his and guided me through the door to the bedroom.

The first thing I noticed was how massive the room was. There was a large bed in the center, a huge window looking over city on the wall to the right, and a door leading to an en-suite bathroom to the left. The second thing I noticed was that my luggage and personal items were on the bed. Including the bag of panties I'd bought just a few hours earlier.

"I had the bell hop bring up all your things. It doesn't make sense for us to use separate rooms in the same hotel since I don't plan to let you out of my sight for the foreseeable future."

I felt tension inside me. Bruce and made a decision for me without asking. He was indeed taking control of me. Intellectually this raised alarms in my head, but emotionally I craved the release that comes from submission. The part of me that was processing emotion at that moment was thrilled to have someone take control.

"Thank you Daddy." I mumbled.

"I looked through your stuff, most of your clothes are shit. We'll have to do something about that. I mean, your criteria for buying these clothes must have been to play a practice joke on yourself. You couldn't have chosen worse style, colors, or fit if you'd been intentionally trying to look terrible. They'll do for now, but we're definitely going shopping as soon as we have some free time."

"Yes, Sir." I said weakly. It hurt a bit to have him ridicule my clothes, but I didn't really disagree with him. I had simply bought clothes for their utilitarian purpose without putting much thought into style.

"Now get out of those dreadful rags and let me see you in those sexy little panties."

I was suddenly self conscious, being ordered to strip and expose myself to another man. But as I removed my clothes and dropped each item on the floor I could see the excitement and desire in Bruce's eyes. He was excited to see me. He desired me. It made me feel attractive, it gave me confidence.

"Oh you little slut! Did you shave all over just for me?"

"Yes, I didn't like how I looked wearing the panties and being hairy."

He grabbed my body and ran his strong hands over my chest, down my torso and over my thighs, feeling the smoothness of my hairless skin. His mouth found my again and through his kiss I could feel his desire.

"Why don't you take off my pants and find your reward, Pumpkin."

He'd already removed his belt, so I unfastened the button and lowered the zipper. I felt inside and wrapped my fingers around his cock. The moment I touched him I felt electricity throughout my body. I'd never handled a cock other the mine.

When I pulled it out and saw his big cock, my mind sort of shorted out. The logical side of my brain screamed that this was insane and dangerous and I needed to stop. The rest of me felt empowered by the sexual exploration. Can submission be empowering? I don't know, but I was already sliding down the slippery slope, and I wasn't sure anything was going to save me.

Bruce kicked off his slacks and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled me toward him, then pushed me down, placing me on my knees between his legs. My face was just inches from his cock. I was frozen in uncertainty. This was the jumping off point in my mind The moment of truth. Was I gay? Was I bi? Did I really want a cock in my mouth?

"What's the matter, Cupcake? You know what I want." Bruce's voice was firm as he prodded me.

"I'm not sure I can. I've never... you know. I don't know if I can do it." My voice sounded weak and soft. I was terrified and aroused and the adrenaline made by tongue thick in my throat.

"I know what the problem is. You're still thinking like a man. You're worried about what a man should be doing right now. Listen to me Sweetie, you're not a man anymore. You're mine. You're anything I say you are, and right now I say you're a cock sucker. Okay?"

I looked in his eyes and nodded my consent to his demand, but I was still frozen in place. I couldn't move.

"I think we need to help you remember that your manly days are over. Climb up on my lap, position yourself for a spanking. You'll know for sure that you don't need to pretend to be a man any longer once I'm finished with you."

I was frightened by the idea of being spanked by someone so much stronger than me, but I didn't want to disappoint Bruce. I climbed into his lap, face down with my ass positioned over his legs.

His hand rested on my cheeks, softly rubbing the bare skin that was exposed by the tiny thong I wore. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest and panic set in as I prepared for the punishment he'd promised.

The first swat stung my ass and I had to press my face into the mattress to prevent my squeal from echoing throughout the room. The pain was so foreign and so real. It was more than I had expected, or prepared for. The second and third swat followed and I found myself struggling to remain still and endure the punishment.

I think the tears started to flow after the first spanking. By the time he'd reached five swats, the crying had turned to sobbing. As I laid there, exerting myself to remain still, fighting every urge to struggle and run, I felt my whole body shudder with sobbing spasms.