This story contains sexual exchanges and activities between adult males, bothconsensual and non-consensual, and scenarios involving punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation, and exhibitionism. If you can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!This story is about a submissive young (22-year-old) gay asian male who's gone to work for a multi-national company as a programmer, only to discover that his caucasian supervisor is a sadistic, boi-loving man bent on dominating him and using him for his carnal pleasures. Just to put things into perspective, our protagonist is slim, small and stands at only 5'2" (small even for asian standards), while his supervisor is big, hairy and stands at a beefy 6'4".SAMPLE: I arrive at the office on Saturday morning with trepidation. I know I have not been called up for work. For one thing, whenever any of us had been called in for overtime in the past, we'd been told of what extra work we'd be doing at least one day earlier. For another, although my memory is a little hazy, I can still recall bits and pieces of that last conversation between you and Mr Lloyd. No, I'm not coming to the office on a weekend for work. I'm being told to come so that I can be used for sex.The thought that my boss and supervisor can call me up for sex any time they want as if I'm a common street hooker both disgusts and excites me. And the fact that I have no choice but to obey their whims gave me a hard on from the moment I woke up in the morning. Having to shove a buttplug up my ass before I even left the bed made it worse, and my cock stayed hard all the way through breakfast and then the fifteen minute drive to the office. Thankfully you'd started me wearing panties recently instead of going without underwear altogether, or the tent in my pants would have been obvious to anyone.I'm still uncertain of my own opinion about being shared with Mr Lloyd. Over the last three months you've had exclusive access to my body. Despite the often public humiliation you subjected me to, you never let anyone else use me before this. I wonder how you knew that Mr Lloyd likes men, too. Did you talk to him about us? If so, have you already told him everything? All those humiliations. All those fuck sessions in the toilet and in the pantry and in the main office area when there's no one around? Those late night 'overtimes' when I become your living, breathing plaything bent over chairs and partitions or strung up against his door? All of my shame, exposed. My cock twitches as it hardens even more.