Choose a toy

Jimmy looked up as the elevator dinged. He waited for the door to open, then stepped out. He was being interviewed for a job, and it payed well. He couldn't afford to lose this oppurtunity. His interviewer was named Mark Simmers. He was a rough man who was single. He had given Jimmy his time because Jimmy's father had done him a few favors. 
Jimmy walked down the long hallway, nervous about the upcoming event. He opened the glass door,and looked around quickly. Bookshelves to one side, plants, window, desk, Mr. Simmers. Everything looked like a regular office building. Jimmy had expected something something grander than this. 

"Have a seat, Mr. Yates," said his interviewer. Jimmy sat. "How are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine, Mr. Simmers. Thank you for giving me th-" 
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get down to business."
"Yes, sir. I'm willing to do anything for this job."
Mark's eyes lit up at this comment.
"Anything?" he asked, interested.
"Anthing," Jimmy confirmed.
"Well... Let the interview begin."

The questions came like a wave. Jimmy had barely finished his answers before Mr. Simmers had asked the next one. It was very unnerving, the way his interviewer kept looking him in the eyes, as if he was trying to determine something. Mr. Simmers was talking again. 
"...and what were your previous jobs?"
"Well... I worked as a waiter when I was sixteen, then at the cashier. When I turned twenty, my dad gave me a job at the car shop."
"That's it?"
"Yes, sir." 
There was a pause.
"Tell me, Jimmy-May I call you Jimmy?"
"Yes, sir," he replied quickly.
"Tell me, Jimmy. Have you ever had sex?" he asked this with a gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, sir," he replied, somewhat confused.
"How many times, would you say? And how often?" Again, with the same gleam in his eyes.
"Very frequently, sir." Jimmy was becoming nervous.
"Have you ever had sex with a man?" Mark's eyes were excited now.
"No, sir, but-" Jimmy knew where this was headed. He began to fidget in his chair.
"Would you like to try?" said Mr. Simmers, almost jumping out of his chair.
"Er... Well, sir-" Jimmy began.
"I might even give you a reward. Say, a job?" 
Jimmy stopped fidgeting. 
"A... job?" 
"That's right. A job."
"Well, sir... I guess... I guess I could try it." Jimmy managed to croak out.
"Good," Mark's voice was soft and seducing now, "I was sure you would see it my way." He began to take off his shirt. "But first, there's a little something I need you to do."
"What's that, sir?" said Jimmy.
"I need you to announce that you're my bitch."
"Sir, I-"
"Remember the reward, Jimmy. Remember it." Mr. Simmers used his most seducing voice.
"Yes, sir."
"Now open the door, and announce it."

Jimmy did as he was asked. He opened the door and shouted "I AM MISTER SIMMERS'S BITCH!". Then, sat back down.
"Good, good." His shirt was off now. His chest hair was curly, and from the looks of it, soft. "Now I want you to come over here and take off these damn tight pants."
"Yes, sir," replied Jimmy. He walked around the desk to Mr. Simmers. 

Mark grabbed his head and they began to kiss. Jimmy worked his way to Mark's pants and undid his belt. He threw down the jeans, and Mark pushed him away. Jimmy took a good look at Mark's cock. It had to be eight inches, and not even fully erect. He felt his own dick becoming the same state as his new employer's. 
"Do you like it, Jimmy?" Mark asked softly.
"Yes, sir," replied a now excited Jimmy.
"Well, my little bitch, you won't get it unless you do something for me first."
"What's that, sir?" asked Jimmy, practically drooling.
"Take off your clothes." Mark said simply.
"Yes, sir." Jimmy climbed out of his clothes as quickly as possible. His eight inch dick was fully erect and his mouth was itching for that beautiful nine-incher. 
"Well, bitch. What are you waiting for? I don't feel any mouth on my cock." He was raising his voice now, apparently losing the seducing tone. Jimmy knelt down and crawled over, and sucked that cock like it was his only chance of survival.
"Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" moaned Mark. "Yeah! Suck my cock dry, bitch!

Jimmy worked his tongue around the huge pole. He heard a beep, and Mark said "Get up." Didn't he want to cum first?
Jimmy stood up and saw the side wall sliding away. He saw a larger room behind it, but it seemed to be empty of anything besides paint.
"Get in! What are you waiting for?" he barked.

Jimmy rushed into the room, and looked around. The portion of the room that had been blocked from view was home to some BDSM tools. He walked in further, and saw Mark following him. 
Mark walked over, and grabbed Jimmy forcefully under the armpits. He began to kiss his neck, and tickle his nipples. All the while, he was leading Jimmy towards a bed. He told Jimmy to spread his limbs in an 'X'. He attached his wrists to two chains attached to the top bed posts, then did the same thing to his ankles with the bottom bedposts. Jimmy's ass and dick were now fully exposed. He walked towards the wall that held all the whips, dildoes, sticks, and other paincausers. "Pick one," he said. 
"The least painful, sir." replied Jimmy. 
"Okay, bitch. I'll break you in easy, then we move to more painful toys." laughed Mark.
"Thank you, sir."

Mark pulled a whip from it's hanger and returned. He snapped it against Jimmy's armpits first. His aim was so accurate, it hit the armpit dead center. Jimmy tried to contain his yell, but it was impossible. The pain was just too much.
"That hurts? We'll have to toughen you up a little!"
Mark snapped the whip on Jimmy's cock until he yelled out "STOP!"
"Alright, bitch. I'll stop," he said. Jimmy sighed.

Mark dropped the whip, and walked to the end of the bed. His head was barely an inch from Jimmy's still fully erect cock. He pulled out a dildo, maybe a quarter's width. It began to buzz.
"If you cum without my permission, it's back to the whip," he threatened.
"Yes, sir!" replied Jimmy. Then, Mark jammed the vibrator into his bitch's ass. Again, Jimmy could not suppress his yell. He screamed loudly, but he also enjoyed it. Then, he felt Mark's mouth on his manhood. He sighed, and knew he would cum before long. But he didn't want the whip again. He felt his balls tighten, and tried to hold in his cum.
"Can I cum, sir?" he yelled.
"No."
"Please, sir?" he pleaded.
"No. Now shut up." Then he resumed his blowjob.

Jimmy couldn't take it anymore. He let his load loose. It sprayed all in Mark's mouth, who had been expecting this.
"I guess it's the whip again," he said softly, wiping his mouth. He took out the vibrator, and switched it off.
"Please, sir," Jimmy whimpered.
Mark took up the whip and asked "Where do you want it?".
"surprise me, sir." Jimmy groaned. He obviously wasn't going to get out of his punishment. He felt a sharp pain on his inner left thigh. Another on his right. He let out a yell to accompany each one. 
"That'll teach you to do things without my permission," said Mark.
"Yes, si-AUGH"
"Now apologize!" he cracked the whip against Jimmy's stomach now.
"I'm-AUGH-"
"What?

"I'm sorry fo-AUGH-for cummi-AUGH-cumming-AUGH- without your-AUGH-permission sir!" 
"Well. I forgive you." Mark dropped the whip. "I'll even let you taste your cum. I've still got some left in my mouth."
He laid on top of Jimmy and kissed him, his tongue probing the younger man's mouth. After about five seconds, he retreated. 
"Thank you, sir!" Jimmy said half excitedly, half scared.
"You're welcome, bitch." replied Mark. "Now, pick another toy."