Summary:
After seventeen year of a one-sided rivalry between two childhood friends, one man's past mistakes brings him to his knees in a series of calculated events...
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT READ if you will be offended by various forms of humiliation, name-calling, etc. this is meant to be a power-fetish fantasy story, with elements of domination/submission. The author is DOES NOT encourage such behavior in real life except between two consenting individuals as part of their personal relationship. TL;DR - this is FICTION for erotic purposes. If you will read too much into it, you should not be reading this.
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My name is Matt, and I am twenty-three years old. My best friend and occasional rival is John Sanderson. While I was born in a middle-class family, John came from a wealthy family. That's how he came to inherit FreshScents, a fragrance company for men and women.
But John much prefers lazing about and spending money to doing paperwork and research. That's where I come in. We're both pretty smart, but John got me this job because he knew he could count on me to run the company.
We agreed to be partner CEOs. I did the work and John wooed the clients.
Which, honestly, was easy for him. At a lean 6'3" and something near 8% body fat, John had the physique of an athlete. Combined with his light blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, grown to an easily styled length, John drew women to him like cat to catnip. He had perfected a mischievous smile revealing rows of white teeth that even disarmed some men.
He was just the kind of guy that had a very strong physical aura.
Ever since we were kids, John has always gotten the better pick of everything - resources, attention, women, popularity. But John's laziness and arrogance eventually crossed a line.
In a month's time he wouldn't be anything like his former self.
This is the story of how I turned a lazy, self-absorbed pretty boy into a cock-sucking faggot desperate to be stuffed with meat and used like a slut.
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"Hey sport." The familiar baritone caught my attention as I felt a presence standing at the entrance to my office. John grinned at me - a sort of self-satisfied smirk, really - and I shook my head.
"I know that look," I said, "What are you up to now?"
He held up his hands in protest, innocence entering his eyes.
"What? Chill bro, I'm just checking in." He chuckled and spread himself out on one of the chairs in front of my desk. "How's the work coming along?"
I sighed. "This month's financial statements look good, but I'm not done checking through everything."
"Really? Great."
We sat there in silence, and he tapped his fingertips together. John glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. "So, I've been hearing very good things about a club that just opened downtown... apparently they serve brilliant tapas. Good music. And most importantly, a lot of chicks are into it at the moment."
I rubbed my temples and put down my pen. "We've got a meeting in thirty minutes."
"Do we? You can take care of that," John said confidently. "And anyway, you've always been better at explaining the results, doing the research..."
"...doing the work?"
"Yeah. Stuff like that," John smiled. "But if you're about done with everything else today, I guess I can wait till you're finished up with the meeting."
He wandered over to the window, peering out between the blinds. "We'll get there just around seven, perfect for snagging some dinner companions."
I did like the sound of that, but the curse of our rivalry often meant we often set our eye on the same girl, and John typically won. Not that I was bad-looking - I was shorter and less defined than John, but at six feet and a head of dark hair and dark eyes, I fit the stereotype of 'tall and dark'. My practical intelligence and manner offset John's casual flirting. Together, we easily got our pick of women.
"Come on man!" John said, "No point in overworking yourself. You gotta let loose sometime. And how long has it been since you stopped seeing that chi- Nora, or something-"
"Emma," I said. "It's been awhile." He had a point. "I guess I'll go with you after the meeting. This stuff can wait till tomorrow."
John beamed, jumping out of the chair. "Attaboy! I'll be your wingman. Any girl you want man." I raised my eyebrows and stood up, shuffling papers away.
As he was walking out the door, he suddenly snapped his fingers. "Oh wait." John turned on his heel, frowning.
"I totally forgot, but I was meaning to ask you, how's that research project I wanted you to look into?"
I frowned at him. "We have a lot. Which one are you talking about?"
"Come on man, you know the one. The hormone mixture thing. I've got a lot of clients waiting on that one. Could be quite the profitable bidding war." He rubbed his hands together eagerly.
"The pheromone-infusion? It's still going through trials right now. We haven't finished experimentation."
John sighed. "What?" He shook his head sadly. "I thought you were at least ready with a beta product by now. You need to get that done before the client meeting this Friday."
"You never said that had an important deadline."
He shook his head again. "I must have - don't you realize this project could rake us in millions?" John looked at the stack of paperwork on my desk. "I guess you forgot. You seem really behind. Sorry man, I didn't realize that. Guess you won't be leaving work early today then."
He sighed again and walked back out. "Get on that and let me know when we have something as possible, you understand?"
As John's footsteps faded away, I scanned my memories of the past week. He had mentioned starting an interesting research project, but I had definitely not been informed it was of urgency.
I looked the stack of paperwork on my desk and rolled me eyes. "And what exactly does he expect when he's having me doing both our work? If his Dad hadn't gave him this company, I'd say it should be mine by now."
My phone buzzed on the desk, indicating a new message. I picked it up, and my mood got a little better. It was from a girl I had started talking to. We had a couple dates, exchanged numbers. I'd been looking forward to seeing her again... in a way, she's the only one since Emma that got my jokes and could make me laugh as well.
Jasmine: hey babe, whatchu up to?
Me: work, u know, same old same old.
Jasmine: 😔 u work so much!! i guess that means u won't have time for dinner tonight...
I looked at the paperwork again. Technically, none of those were urgent. But what was this research project John cared so much about? I looked around my email and found the file. I downloaded and opened the report.
My eyes scanned the information quickly. Hmm... John was right. If the project went well, we could reap huge profits. But he'd be stupid to sell it to a client. A bidding war? No. This was not something you could give away for millions. A smile began to spread across my lips. I smelled something very much like opportunity.
