Chapter 1
**Ethan**
I’ve been the VP of Operations at Zenith Corp for seven years. I’m good at my job. I’m respected. I’m in control.
At thirty-five, I have my life together—corner office, six-figure salary, a reputation for being tough but fair.
I’m also straight. Always have been. Women only. No confusion, no experimentation in college, nothing.
So when I walked into the Monday morning staff meeting and saw *him* sitting in the back row, I had no idea my entire world was about to shift.
“Everyone, I’d like you to meet our new Marketing Coordinator, Jamie Collins,” my boss, Laura, announced. “Jamie just graduated from NYU and comes highly recommended. Please make him feel welcome.”
Jamie stood and gave a shy wave.
And I couldn’t look away.
He was small—maybe five-foot-six, slender, with delicate features and soft, almost feminine manmannerisms. His hair was styled in a modern, slightly longer cut that framed his face. He wore tight black slacks that hugged his hips and a fitted lavender button-down that accentuated his narrow waist.
He wasn’t masculine. At all.
And I was staring.
I forced myself to look down at my notes, my jaw tight.
*What the hell is wrong with me?*
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**Jamie**
I was terrified.
First day at a corporate job, surrounded by older professionals who probably thought I was too young, too inexperienced, too... *different*.
I’d spent the morning trying to blend in, but I knew I stood out. I always did.
I’m not like other guys. I never have been. I’m soft. Feminine. A sissy, if we’re being honest.
I don’t hide it—I can’t. It’s who I am.
But in a corporate environment like this? I was worried I’d be eaten alive.
Then I noticed *him*.
Sitting near the front, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and sharp features. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a business magazine—tailored suit, confident posture, commanding presence.
Ethan Mitchell. VP of Operations.
I’d read about him in the company materials. Intimidating. Demanding. Successful.
And when our eyes met across the conference room, I felt a jolt of electricity.
He looked at me like he was trying to figure me out.
Or devour me.
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**Ethan**
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Jamie.
Every time I passed his cubicle, I found an excuse to glance over. Watching him work. Watching the way he moved. The way he crossed his legs. The way he bit his lip when he was concentrating.
*This is insane. You’re not gay. You’re not into guys.*
But Jamie wasn’t like other guys.
There was something about him—something soft, submissive, almost inviting.
By the end of the day, I was frustrated, confused, and uncomfortably hard.
I needed to get a grip.
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**Jamie**
By Friday, I’d settled in.
My coworkers were nice enough, though I could feel some of them judging me. The whispers. The side glances.
But Ethan was different.
He didn’t whisper. He didn’t glance.
He *stared*.
Every time I looked up, he was watching me. Intense. Focused. Almost predatory.
It should have scared me.
Instead, it turned me on.
I’d always been attracted to dominant men—older, powerful men who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to take it.
And Ethan Mitchell was exactly that.
Friday afternoon, he stopped by my cubicle.
“Jamie, do you have a minute?”
I looked up, my heart racing. “Of course, Mr. Mitchell.”
“Ethan,” he corrected. “Come to my office.”
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**Ethan**
I closed the door behind Jamie and gestured for him to sit.
He did, crossing his legs in that same delicate way that had been driving me crazy all week.
“How’s your first week been?” I asked, leaning against my desk.
“Good,” Jamie said quietly. “Everyone’s been really welcoming.”
“Good. That’s good.” I paused, studying him. “You’re different from most of the people we hire here.”
Jamie’s eyes widened slightly. “Different how?”
“You don’t fit the typical corporate mold,” I said carefully. “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Jamie relaxed a little. “I was worried people would have a problem with... the way I am.”
“And how are you?” I asked, my voice dropping lower.
Jamie met my eyes, and I saw something flicker there—recognition, understanding, *desire*.
“I’m not like other guys,” he said softly. “I’m more... feminine. Submissive.”
The word hung in the air between us.
Submissive.
My cock twitched.
“I see,” I said, my voice tight. “And does that cause you problems?”
“Sometimes,” Jamie admitted. “But I’ve learned to embrace it. It’s who I am.”
I nodded slowly, my mind racing.
*Don’t do this. Don’t cross this line.*
But I couldn’t help myself.
“Have dinner with me tonight,” I said suddenly.
Jamie blinked. “What?”
“Dinner. You and me. I want to get to know you better.”
“Mr. Mitchell—”
“Ethan.”
“Ethan,” Jamie corrected, his cheeks flushing. “Are you asking me on a date?”
“I’m asking you to dinner,” I said. “What happens after that... we’ll see.”
Jamie hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”
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**Jamie**
Ethan took me to an upscale steakhouse downtown.
We talked about work at first—safe, neutral topics. But as the wine flowed, the conversation shifted.
“So,” Ethan said, leaning back in his chair. “Tell me about yourself. The real you.”
I hesitated, then decided to be honest. “I’m gay. Obviously. And I’m... a sissy. I like being feminine. I like makeup, lingerie, being soft. And I’m very submissive.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Submissive how?”
“I like being told what to do,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I like being dominated. Controlled.”
“By men,” Ethan said. Not a question.
“Yes.”
“And you’re attracted to me,” he continued.
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
Ethan leaned forward, his gaze intense. “I’m not gay, Jamie. I’ve never been with a man. Never even thought about it.”
“Then why am I here?” I asked.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you,” Ethan said roughly. “I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to have you. To own you.”
My breath caught.
“I want you,” Ethan continued. “I don’t understand it. But I want you.”
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**Ethan**
I didn’t plan to bring him back to my place.
But once we left the restaurant, it felt inevitable.
We barely made it through the door before I was on him—pressing him against the wall, my mouth on his, my hands gripping his hips.
Jamie moaned into my mouth, his body pliant and willing beneath mine.
“Tell me to stop,” I growled against his lips.
“Don’t stop,” Jamie whispered.
That was all I needed.
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**Ethan**
I practically dragged Jamie to my bedroom, my hands already pulling at his clothes.
His shirt came off first, revealing smooth, pale skin and a slender torso. No hair. Completely smooth.
“Jesus,” I muttered, running my hands over his chest. “You’re so fucking soft.”
Jamie shivered under my touch. “I wax. Everywhere.”
*Everywhere.*
My dick throbbed at the thought.
I pushed him onto the bed and stood over him, drinking in the sight. He looked so small, so delicate, so *feminine*.
“Take off your pants,” I ordered.
Jamie obeyed immediately, sliding his slacks and underwear down his legs.
His cock was small—maybe four inches, cut, barely hard. And beneath it, his balls were smooth and hairless.
But what caught my attention was his ass.
Round. Plump. Feminine.
I grabbed his hips and flipped him over onto his stomach.
“fuck,” I breathed, staring at his ass. “This is... perfect.”
Jamie looked back at me over his shoulder, his eyes hooded. “Touch me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I ran my hands over his ass cheeks, squeezing, kneading, spreading them apart.
His hole was pink and tight, completely smooth.
“You’ve done this before,” I said.
“Yes,” Jamie admitted. “But not in a while.”
“Good,” I said roughly. “Because tonight, this ass is mine.”
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**Jamie**
Ethan’s hands on me felt like fire.
Rough, demanding, possessive.
I’d been with dominant men before, but Ethan was different. There was a raw intensity to him—like he was discovering something about himself in real time and it was intoxicating.
And I was the catalyst.
“Please,” I whispered. “I need you.”
Ethan pulled off his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest and strong arms. Then his belt. Then his pants.
When his dick sprang free, I gasped.
He was *huge*. At least eight inches, thick, rock hard.
“You’re going to take all of it,” Ethan said, his voice low and commanding. “Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
The word—*sir*—made something shift in Ethan’s expression. His eyes darkened further, his jaw tight.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
---
**Ethan**
I grabbed the lube from my nightstand—thank God I had some—and coated my fingers.
“Spread your legs,” I told Jamie.
He did, presenting his ass to me completely.
I pressed one finger against his hole, and he moaned, pushing back against me.
“Eager, aren’t you?” I muttered, pushing my finger inside.
Jamie gasped, his whole body tensing, then relaxing.
“More,” he begged.
I added a second finger, stretching him, scissoring them inside him.
He was so tight. So warm and so tender.
I added a third finger, and Jamie cried out, his hands gripping the sheets.
“You like that?” I asked, fucking him with my fingers.
“Yes, sir. Please. I need your dick.”
I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself behind him, my cock pressing against his hole.
“This is going to hurt,” I warned.
“I don’t care,” Jamie gasped. “Just fuck me.”
I pushed inside his tight pink hole.
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**Jamie**
The stretch was intense—painful at first, then overwhelming in the best way.
Ethan’s dick filled me completely, stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched before.
“fuck,” Ethan groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re so fucking tight, I love it.”
He started to move—slow at first, then faster, harder.
Each thrust drove me into the mattress, and I moaned, my small cock leaking onto the sheets.
“You like being fucked like this?” Ethan growled, slamming into me. “Like being my little bitch?”
“Yes, sir,” I cried. “I love it.”
Ethan reached around and grabbed my little cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts.
“This is mine now,” he said. “Your ass. Your little clitty. All of it. Mine.”
“Yes, sir. Yours.”
---
**Ethan**
I fucked Jamie harder, faster, losing myself in the feeling of his tight ass around my cock.
I’d never felt anything like this. Not with any woman but it was so familiar to being with a woman.
There was something primal about it—the way he submitted completely, the way he moaned and begged, the way his body yielded to mine. The sound of his moans, so feminine in nature, so needy, fuck I can’t stop.
I was *claiming* him.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned, my thrusts becoming erratic.
“Inside me,” Jamie begged. “Please, cum inside me.”
I buried myself deep, grabbing his hips and came hard, filling his ass with my load.
Jamie came at the same time, his small dick pulsing in my hand, his hole clenching around me.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us breathing hard.
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**Jamie**
Ethan pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum leaking from my ass.
He stared at it, transfixed.
Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me, scooping out his cum.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I obeyed, and he pushed his cum-covered fingers into my mouth.
“Suck them clean bitch.”
I did, tasting his salty cum mixed with my own ass. Fuck that turned me on, I have never done anything like that before but his controlling nature was so arousing.
“Good boy,” Ethan murmured, pulling his fingers out. “You’re going to be perfect for me.”
---
**Ethan **
I woke up with Jamie still in my bed, his naked body pressed against mine.
For a moment, I panicked.
*What the fuck did I just do?*
But then Jamie stirred, looking up at me with sleepy, submissive eyes, and all my doubts vanished. His feminine curves, soft body and lips were so beautiful.
“Good morning, sir,” he whispered.
I pulled him closer softly kissing him. “Good morning.”
“Last night was incredible,” Jamie said softly.
“It was,” I agreed. “And it’s not going to be a one-time thing.”
Jamie’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I want you again. And again. I want to explore this. Explore you.”
“But... you’re not gay,” Jamie said hesitantly.
“I’m not,” I said. “But I’m obsessed with you. And I’m not going to fight it anymore.”
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**Jamie**
Over the next few weeks, Ethan and I fell into a routine.
At work, we were professional—distant, even. But after hours, I was his.
He’d text me at the end of the day: *My place. 8 PM.*
And I’d go.
Every time, it was more intense. More kinky.
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**Ethan**
“I want to see you dressed up,” I told Jamie one night.
“Dressed up how?” he asked, though I could see the excitement in his eyes.
“Like the sissy you are,” I said. “Lingerie. Makeup. All of it.”
Jamie’s breath hitched. “Okay.”
The next night, he showed up at my apartment wearing a tight black dress, stockings, heels, and a face full of makeup.
He looked stunning. Just like a woman
“Turn around,” I ordered.
He did, slowly, giving me a full view.
The dress hugged his curves—his ass looked even rounder, more feminine.
“Come here,” I said, my voice rough.
Jamie walked toward me, his hips swaying and sultry.
I pulled him onto my lap, my hands immediately going to his ass.
“You look like a little slut,” I said.
“I am,” Jamie whispered. “Your slut.”
I kissed him hard, my hands sliding under his dress, finding the lace panties he was wearing. Fuck he made me instantly hard. Jamie started grinding on me, getting my cock pulsating and I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood him up and I pulled his skirt up and panties to the side and bent him over the arm of the couch.
**Jamie**
Ethan didn’t bother with prep this time.
He just spit on his cock, lined it up, and shoved inside me.
I cried out, the sudden intrusion painful and perfect.
“Take it,” Ethan growled, pounding into me. “Take my cock like the good little sissy you are.”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned. “Use me.”
He fucked me brutally, one hand gripping my hair, the other spanking my ass.
Each slap made me moan louder.
“You love this, don’t you?” Ethan said. “Being treated like a whore.”
“Yes, sir. I love it.” I had never been fucked before dressed in womans clothing, I had dressed up plenty as it made me feel sexy but for this dominate man to lift up my skirt and pull my lace panties to the side and take me, fuck I was like a bitch in heat.
He wasn’t gentle, this was not love making, he was brutally taking out his aggression on my hole, his hole. My legs were wobbling, barely standing as I was in heels and didn’t have great leverage but his hands on my hips were holding me upright.
He slaps my ass and grunts out “who’s pussy is this?” I responded “your’s daddy” and he lost it.
He came inside me instantly, filling me with his cum.
Then he pulled out and spun me around and shoved me to my knees.
“Clean me off bitch.”
I took his cock in my mouth, sucking it clean, tasting his cum and my own ass.
“Good girl,” Ethan murmured, stroking my hair.
The word—*girl*—made me shiver with pleasure.
---
**Ethan**
I wanted more.
I wanted to push boundaries.
“We’re going out tonight,” I told Jamie.
“Out where?”
“A club. A private club.”
Jamie’s eyes widened. “What kind of club?”
“The kind where no one will judge what we do.”
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**Jamie**
Ethan took me to an underground BDSM club downtown.
I was dressed in tight leather shorts, a crop top, and a collar that Ethan had given me earlier that night.
The club was dark, pulsing with music, filled with people in various states of undress and submission.
Ethan led me through the crowd, his hand on the back of my neck, claiming me.
We found a private booth, and Ethan sat down, pulling me onto his lap.
“Tonight, everyone here is going to see that you belong to me,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
Ethan’s hand slid between my legs, stroking my cock through the leather.
People walked by, watching, but I didn’t care.
I was his.
---
**Ethan**
I bent Jamie over the table in the booth, pulling his shorts down.
People gathered to watch.
I didn’t care. I wanted them to see.
I pushed inside him, fucking him in front of everyone.
Jamie moaned loudly, his hands gripping the table.
“Tell them who you belong to,” I ordered.
“You, sir,” Jamie cried. “I belong to you.”
“Louder.”
“I belong to you!”
I came inside him, then pulled out and pushed him to his knees.
“Show them how you clean me.”
Jamie took my cock in his mouth, sucking me clean in front of the crowd seemingly getting more and more into it the more people who watched.
Several people applauded and Jamie got red with embarrassment but didn’t stop. Fuck he was amazing, I am falling for him…..
---
**Ethan**
Jamie had become my addiction.
Every night, I needed him. Needed to dominate him. Own him. Use him.
And he gave himself to me completely.
---
**Jamie**
I’d never been happier.
Ethan was everything I’d ever wanted—dominant, possessive, insatiable.
And I was his.
Completely.
---
**Ethan**
One night, I decided to push things further than we’d ever gone.
“I want to try something new,” I told Jamie.
“Anything, sir.”
“I want to share you.”
Jamie’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I have a friend. Dominant. Experienced. I want him to fuck you while I watch. Then I want us both to fuck you at the same time.”
Jamie hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
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**Jamie**
Ethan’s friend, Marcus, was tall, muscular, Black, and intimidating.
But when Ethan introduced us, Marcus smiled. “You weren’t kidding, Ethan. He’s perfect.”
Ethan sat in a chair, watching as Marcus stripped me naked and bent me over the bed.
“You ready for this, boy?” Marcus asked.
“Yes, sir.”
Marcus pushed inside me, and I moaned.
Ethan watched, stroking his cock, his eyes dark with lust.
Marcus was hung like a fucking horse, his black cock was like nothing I had seen before, it actually scared me.
He had zero foreplay, he was masculine and dominate, and told me to bend over and he fucked me hard for a good 10 minutes and then suddenly pulled out.
“Your turn,” he said to Ethan.
Ethan took his place, fucking me while Marcus moved in front, shoving his cock in my mouth.
I was filled at both ends, completely used.
Then they positioned me between them—Ethan beneath me, his cock in my ass, Marcus behind, pushing into my already-filled hole. I had never been fucked like this, 2 men at once, I was in heaven, I had fantasies about this all the time, I mean who doesn’t? 2 dicks at once and now I have it….
The double penetration was overwhelming—painful, intense, perfect.
I came without touching myself, my body shaking.
After them brutally fucking both my holes they came inside me, filling me completely. I can get used to this.
---
**Ethan**
Jamie became mine.
Not just sexually, but completely.
He moved in with me. He wore my collar. He submitted to me in every way.
And I stopped questioning it.
I wasn’t gay.
But I was obsessed with Jamie. Somedays he would wake up dressed as a woman and other days he would be dressed as a feminine male, it didn’t matter to me, he was hot each way and it added another element to our love making. I never would of imagined being in love with another man but I didn’t consider Jamie a man either, he was just Jamie, just a person. He didn’t need a label and I wasn’t going to define him. He was mine….
