Chapter 2: Punishment

On Monday Bodie went to work with a brand new attitude. He was definitely seeing his coworkers in a new light, but he found it hard to get any work done. By the time 3:00 rolled around and he left for his mentoring appointment with Mr. Sterling, he was feeling pretty frustrated. He said as much when John Stirling had seated him in his office and asked how he thought things were going.

“Well, you’re not the only one who’s frustrated, boy. I’ve just had a chat with your supervisor.” His face looked grim. “He’s not happy, Bodie. And neither am I.”

Bodie’s frustration shifted to alarm. “Why? What did he say?” He cringed inside.

“Apparently, you were even less productive than before, and worse, he says you were skulking around and creeping people out.” Sterling glowered. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The words, though not loud, carried the force of an angry shout.

“Uh, uh, I, um, I ... I don’t know ... I...” Bodie sputtered helplessly, stripped of any shred of confidence. “I tried to do what you said ... I...” His voice faded.

Sterling just stared at him for a minute as if he’d discovered a turd on the carpet. Finally he spoke softly with the steely resolve of a bearer of tragic news. “Oh, you did what I told you? Tell me, how have you served? What did you do today to help your teammates? How have you advanced corporate interests or your boss’s agenda? By meddling in other peoples work and acting like a perv?” He shook his head. “You disgust me.”

Bodie was devastated. He had let his idol down, the one man he needed to please. What was wrong with him? Stirling’s question echoed relentlessly in the empty cavern of his hollowed-out mind...

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Stirling demanded.

Bodie stared blankly, panicked. What could he say? Say something, anything ... his mind tried to prompt him. He hung his head, tears welling up, choking him. “I ... I just was ... I did what you said,” he repeated. Trying to explain, he added, “You know, people ... cocks and pussies ... like you said.” He was whining pathetically. Even he could hear the pathos.

John thought it was time for the truth. “Well, boy, that means I’ve failed. So, I’m afraid we’re through.” He shook his head sadly “And you’re probably going to lose your job,” he added. “I would certainly recommend it.”

Bodie panicked. “No, wait!” He staggered out of his chair. “Don’t give up on me, please!” The desperation, the aching need for Stirling’s condescension, and the deep desire to worship him and his manhood overwhelmed him. “Please give me another chance! I’ll do anything ... please ... anything you want.” He was on his knees, reaching out to grasp Sterling’s legs. “Please, he sobbed. Burying his face between the strong thighs of his mentor, his tears dampened the fine woolen fabric.

“Get off of me, you pathetic worm,” John growled, pushing him away. Bodie slumped, a limp heap on the office floor.

Rebuffed and rejected, Bodie looked up at the man towering over him, strong and resolute, and felt the anguish of complete despair. I am useless to him, he realized. Letting go of his last hope had an effect on him, though: a sudden surge of sexual desire swept over him, giving him just enough reckless spirit to object. “But you said I could be your cocksucker.” he whined. “You said!”

Stirling’s glare was a rebuke in itself, but he nevertheless condescended to reply. “What makes you think you are worthy of sucking the cock of a real man, let alone mine?”

Bodie crawled toward him, begging. “Please, please, I’ll do anything. I don’t care about the stupid job any more. I just want to be your cocksucker.” He put his lips to John’s left shoe and kissed it. Tears were running down his face, beading on the highly glossed shine. He looked up, way up, to Stirling’s face high above him. And he began to comprehend. It dawned on him, a man like that? Why would so exalted a being let someone like me even touch his glorious cock? I am worthless., he realized. Even so, he needed Stirling, he felt it viscerally. He was grasping at straws. “ ... or anything you want ... Please. Just let me be near you.” He kissed the shoe again, his hands clutching John’s ankles desperately. “I could shine your shoes for you.” That bright idea dawned on him when he tasted the polished leather. His mind raced. “Let me work for you. I’ll do anything. The most menial things, anything.” His imagination stirred. “Let me do whatever you need. You don’t even have to pay me. Being near you is enough. All I need is food and a place to sleep. I’ll work for you ‘round the clock, at your beck and call ... Just don’t send me away! Please!”

If Bodie hadn’t been prostrated at the feet of the older man, he might have noticed the glint of satisfaction in Stirling’s eye as he shook Bodie off of his leg and stepped back. “Stirp, boy. Completely naked.” Bodie stirred, but hesitant, surprised.

“Now!”

Bodie got up on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt, each button faster than the last.

“You’re going to have to be broken, boy,” Stirling announced. “There’s no other way. You proved that today. You aren’t capable of adapting on your own, so I’m going to have to break you down and rebuild you.”

Bodie was on his feet now pulling down his pants and underpants, not really comprehending what Stirling was saying. He was too dizzy with hope. Sitting on the chair, he pulled off his shoes, pants, and socks, and stood up facing his mentor. His 6-inch cock was at full mast, pulsing steadily with his fervid heartbeat.