Free Powerless by Stella Notecor Page A

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invited them to join in.
    Mark was Chief Executive Officer of an international
technology company. David was his Chief Technology Officer. The only people
they associated with daily were other employees. They couldn’t bring any of
them into the game, not without dealing with sexual harassment charges. The
only employee even near their level was the Chief Financial Officer, and he was
the type to be interested in the things David and Mark did.
    At least… Mark didn’t think he would be interested…
    Mark’s hand spasmed, squeezing the boob-ball tighter. David
was in charge during the games. He made the decisions, and if he had decided to
bring someone into the game tonight, there would be a good reason for it. Mark
closed his eyes beneath the blindfold and forced his muscles to relax. He
trusted David.
    He focused his hearing. He thought could hear David
breathing, but it might have just been the rush of blood through his head.
Actually, his head felt a little fuzzy. Mark breathed in deeply, but his head
remained strangely empty. He felt like he was going to pass out. He continued
breathing deeply, and he bent his knees and relaxed his grip on his safe object
slightly. Dizziness, quickly followed by a flush rising in his cheeks told him
that the increased circulation had sent blood rushing to his head. At least he
wasn’t dizzy anymore.
    Sweat trickled down his back and legs, tickling as it moved.
The room seemed warmer than usual. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead and
were caught by the edge of the mask’s blindfold before they could sting his
eyes. After the sweat dried, it made Mark itch. He barely kept himself from scratching
at the salt trails.
    Mark’s legs started to ache. He shifted his weight, trying
to give each leg a break. His feet felt numb on the hardwood floor. The squishy
boob in his hand grew heavy, pulling on his arm. His whole body felt thick and stiff.
    After what felt like hours, David whispered in Mark’s ear,
“Good boy.”
    Mark tensed, a shudder crawling up his spine.
    David placed a hand in the middle of his back and gave him a
little push. “Head for the bed.”
    Moving forward obediently, Mark trusted David to steer him
away from any obstacles. He brushed up against the doorframe to their bedroom,
and it helped him orient himself. He sped up, more confident in his location.
David’s hand fell away as he outpaced him.
    Then he rammed into a chair, crushing his penis painfully.
“Nhhhh!” he whined through his nose as he clutched at his crotch.
    “Naughty boy.” David’s hand landed on his shoulder. “You
know better than to take control.”
    He nodded and caressed his throbbing dick. It didn’t hurt
half as much as his wounded pride, but it was easier to soothe the physical
pain.
    David turned him. “Slowly this time.”
    Mark shuffled forward.
    “Faster.” David swatted his hands. “And no touching.”
    He released his dick but kept a firm grip on his boob-ball.
Knowing that the furniture had been moved left him feeling lost. What else had
been moved? The table? Their bed? He paid close attention to David’s hand on
his shoulder, stopping when he squeezed lightly.
    “That’s a good boy.” David’s hand drifted up to his hair.
“That’s a very good boy.” He rubbed Mark’s head.
    He leaned into the soft touch, tilting his head closer to
David’s hand. The tension melted out of his shoulders.
    He didn’t need to worry about where he was. David would take
care of him.
    David’s hand disappeared, snapping Mark out of his relaxed
state. “Bend over.”
    He bent forward at the waist and stood waiting. Rustling
noises came from in front of him—it sounded like the restraints were being
readied. The noises stopped, and he strained to hear something else.
    David’s hand brushed against his backside. It was the only
warning he got before he was promptly smacked on his right buttock. He fell
forward and landed on the edge of the bed.
    “One—for trying to take