Turned by My Boss
Copyright© 2026 by FiveFootSub
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - My new boss makes me realise: it isn't just a kink.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Fiction Anal Sex First Oral Sex
I woke up as I always do, groggy and confused, slapping at my phone to stop the alarm. But the message waiting for me woke me up faster than a bucket of ice water.
I’m coming to yours tonight.
That’s when I remembered what had happened last night. Beers after work. Going back to Ben’s place. Watching porn. Sucking his dick.
Letting him fuck me.
I felt the my cheeks burn, though there was no-one else in my room. No-one knew what I’d done. Just Ben. I took a deep breath. There was no need to be embarrassed. No need to be ashamed. It’s okay to experiment. I’d just explored a kink. That was all. I’d explain to Ben that I was straight. He’d understand. He seemed like a nice guy.
“Who’s going to turn you into his sissy pet?” That’s what he’d said to me.
No. It was just dirty talk. Like how I’d called him daddy and begged to be his slut. Begged for his cum.
Christ, why was I so hard?
Don’t think about it, I told myself. Put it out of your mind. You’ve got to get up and go to work. You’ll tell Ben it was a one-time thing. And that will be the end of it.
But before I got up, I jerked myself off while thinking of Ben’s cock in me.
But it’s just a kink.
I was walking to work when I began to realise things wouldn’t be as straightforward as I’d imagined.
Hey, I wrote. Last night was crazy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m straight. I was just drunk and curious. Hope we can still be friends?
After all, the guy was my boss. I couldn’t piss him off, right?
I think we’re more than friends now, he replied. With a winking face.
Seriously, I replied. I’m not gay.
I know.
Phew. He did understand. The relief was overwhelming. Hopefully we could pretend it had never happened.
Cool, I wrote. I’ll be in the office in 15 minutes.
Good. Come see me when you get in.
An image flashed into my head: reporting to my boss who forced me to give him a blowjob.
Stop it, I told myself. Stop. It’s just a kink.
But the memory of the taste of his cock and the stretched feeling in my ass tried to tell me it was more than that.
Considering a call centre is a place for lots of people to have phone conversations, you’d think they’d be less open. But those tiny little dividers give you nothing to hide behind. It had never really bothered me before but, today, I felt on display. Like everyone was watching me. Like everyone knew what I did.
It didn’t help that my cheeks burned red the moment I saw Ben. He was stood with Sandra and Elliot. Sandra was one of the most experienced members of staff in the business. Ben had described her as his “right hand lady” more times than I could count, and she was absolutely stunning: blonde, fit and curvy and incredible blowjob lips. Every guy wanted Sandra and every girl was jealous of her. Everyone pretty much agreed Sandra and Ben were sleeping together.
I was pretty sure now that they weren’t.
Ben caught sight of me and waved me over. He smiled his easy smile and waved me over. Like everything was normal. Like he hadn’t made me call him ‘daddy’ last night. God, what if he’d told Sandra?
But she smiled like she always did. “Morning, handsome.” She called every guy handsome, and every girl gorgeous.
“Morning,” I mumbled. “Did you need to see me?” I said to Ben.
“Yeah, nothing to worry about, though.” Ben seemed impossibly relaxed. “Catch up with you later, Sandra.”
“Later, handsome.”
Ben shook his head as he watched her leave. Watched her ass. I frowned. “Nice, huh?” His voice was so soft no-one else could have heard him.
“Uh. Yeah,” I mumbled.
Ben’s smile broadened. “Don’t be jealous, babe.” Babe? But I didn’t have time to react (other than a slight twitch in my cock) before Ben spoke again at a more normal volume. “Are you okay to do an extra hour today? Alan’s called in sick and I just need a little cover.”
I was still thrown by the ‘babe’ comment so I just muttered, “Yeah. Fine.”
“Good lad,” Ben said. And then, bold as brass, he squeezed by butt.
I froze. We were stood in the middle of the office. Had anyone seen? I looked around. But no-one was looking. And Ben had sat down at his own desk. I could almost believe I’d imagined it.
I sat at my desk and logged in without really paying attention. I was too confused. Had I not been clear enough with Ben? But he’d said he knew I wasn’t gay. Was he just messing around.
A message popped up on my screen. The company has a chat programme; we use it to talk to each other when we’re on a call. It helps us get help or information without having to put a customer on hold. We’re only supposed to use it for work but, of course, we all use it for personal stuff too. But the company can see all our messages, so you have to be careful what you say.
The message from Ben said, Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
Nip this in the bud now, I told myself. So I wrote back, Please don’t do it again.
Worried someone will see?
No. Yes. But I meant what I said before.
I know you did. There’s nothing gay about us, my little sissy.
I froze. I was fucking mortified. Any of the upper management could see that message if they went looking. Anyone in IT could see it! I typed furiously, Stop it. Now!
I looked up. Ben caught my eye. He gave me a smile. But not his usual, easy grin. A smirk. And the next message said, Say please. “Please, daddy.”
This isn’t funny. But Ben was still smirking.
It’s okay, sissy. I know this is confusing. Daddy will look after you.
Why was he doing this? And Jesus, why was my dick getting hard. Ben, please. We’re at work. I’ll get in trouble.
Who’s the boss?
God. The last time he’d said that I’d ended up with his cock in my mouth. I daren’t look up. It was all I could do not to remember how his hard shaft felt under my tongue.
And, despite myself, I typed. You are.
What was I doing? I had to get this under control. This wasn’t under control. This was very much out of control.
Good girl.
The rest of my shift was an absolute nightmare.
While I was trying to take calls and help customers, Ben sent me messages. Some were really explicit. Like I’m going to train you to deepthroat me. You’ll look so pretty with my balls on your chin. Or How did you feel walking home with my cum in your boi pussy? Others were cleaner but no less embarrassing. I see you’re off tomorrow. Me too. Let’s buy you some pretty outfits. And I’ve got a wig you can wear until your hair gets longer.
And to my shame, each one brought my cock back to full attention. My underwear was soaked with precum by the end of my shift. I knew what I had to do. But when Ben stood up and stretched, his tight t-shirt showing off his body, I was so horny I wanted to ride him there and then.
No. No, I had to put a stop to this.
So I got myself under control. Arranged my bag over my crotch and stood too. Walked across the office, entirely unsurprised as Ben fell in beside me. Let him come back to mine. Then we’d have privacy.
To talk. To make it clear this had to stop. Nothing else.
On the walk to mine, Ben chatted as if everything was normal. As if he hadn’t been writing obscentities to me all day. It wasn’t until we got to my front door that he stood too close and breathed, “At last,” in my ear.
My cock twitched. But I said, “I keep telling you. I’m not gay.”
“I know.” His breath was warm. The words somehow sounded like a promise.
I opened the door and we stepped inside.
My house is nothing special. It’s tiny, to be honest, with thin walls and small rooms. But it’s cheap and it’s dry and the landlord is cool. The door opens straight into the living room and my housemate looked up where he was playing video games on the couch.
“Hey.” Charlie and I have known each other since school. At first we hung out simply because we both lacked success with girls or with academia. But we both like video games and anime, too, so we struck up a friendship that lasted even after school finished.