That Time I Saw My Boss Handcuffed, Gagged, and .... (manXman)

1 - Relax! This Must be Normal.

Matt Bomer as Jace Allen.

BELLE

"Where the hell is Jace?" Adam Smith, the company's COO demanded. "He should have been here by now! Today is very important! What on earth is going on with him?"

"I've been trying to call him since this morning, Mr. Smith, unfortunately I've been unsuccessful. I'm actually on my way to his place." I explained. "I will personally fetch him myself and bring him here even if it kills me. You have my word." With that I left the room. Talking to Adam is a waste of time, and I don't like wasting my time. He keeps on blabbing and complaining about things. I prefer actions.

"As his secretary, you should have done that hours ago!" I heard him shouted as a closed the door. Fuck, like hell I would know that Jace will be late? He's never been late nor absent from work before. In fact, above all things, Jace's priority is his work.

Something must be wrong. It's not like him to be late. He better be dead or dying for me to get out of my way and waste my time to fetch him. What is he a kid? This rich bastard.

As I arrive to the lobby of Prime Towers, a well-known super elite highrise condominium only reserved for high class people, like for those of the 1%, I was greeted by a security guard named Fred.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asked politely, though I know he would never allow someone like me to anywhere further than the place he's standing at. Unlike the guests and residents of Prime, I'm way underdressed. I'm not wearing anything fancy or expensive, just a generic suit and a cheap black shoes. My looks don't necessarily yell rich, heck, I'm not even rich.

"Yes, I am Belle Ange, Mr. Jace Allen's secretary. I'm here to pick him up." Fred looked at me with disbelief and such discrimination for: 1) being a male secretary, and 2) for looking and being poor.

"What? Haven't you seen a male secretary before? If you would stop wasting my time, go check with the front desk officer, I do have an appointment to see him." I should know, I'm his secretary, I sent the notification myself. And yeah, Jace is very popular for having Victoria's Secret Angel looking secretaries in the past. We'll I'm different. I was hired based on my skills and thankfully, as Jace himself said, he thought I was a girl because of my name. He never had a long time secretary, one reason is that all of them were gorgeous, and his fiancée, Hannah Balmont, is a very jealous woman. And second is that they were fired because they were inefficient. I managed to keep my job for 1 month now and so far, I'm very proud to say that I am irreplaceable.

"Pardon me Mr. Ange. Please give me a moment." Fred said as he tapped on his ear piece and talked to someone on the other end. "Ok. I'll escort you to the front desk, follow me." I passed through a check that is even more tedious than airport security. Fred is still with me so I assumed that I look someone suspicious since I don't belong to this crowd, but looking around, I wasn't the only one being accompanied by a guard. Every guest waiting in the lobby has one with them.

"Good day! Mr. Ange? I'm Anne. I see that you do have an appointment. May I see some identification please?" The front desk asked. I handed over my driver's license and my company ID. "Thanks!" She said and swiped my IDs on her computer. "Great! May I have any electronic devices with you like your phone, laptop, tablet, and others?"

"Why?"

"It is a policy we have for the residents' safety." She answered. "As they are prone to being followed by the paparazzi, corporate spies, and other people who might attempt to record valuable information, this kinda prevents it."

"Okay, here you go." I handed over my phone to her. "And one more thing, Mr. Allen is not picking up our calls, can you try calling his room see if he'll answer?" I requested. Sadly, Jace didn't. I was then pointed to the elevator, accompanied by Fred up to Jace's room and he opened the door for me after several attempts of ringing the door bell. Fred said to call them using the phone in the room if I need to.

Jace's place looks very minimalist but screams expensive, the design is aesthetically pleasing and all functional. If only I have time time to marvel his apartment, I would stay there to inspect every nook and cranny, but then I don't so I proceeded to find his room and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Allen? This is Belle, your secretary." No one answered. "Mr. Allen, I'm coming in." He really could be really dead or dying. Fuck! I'll lose my job! This job I really worked hard for. I could apply on a different company but that would be such a hassle. Think positive! 'Maybe he is drunk. Yep, he's just drunk. Maybe he is just so happy last night and celebrated since there is an overwhelming demand for our company's shares now that we are gonna go public. Yeah, that's it.' I cheered myself.

As I cracked the door slowly, I can hear soft but restrained moans and grunts, and chains clanking. I can also hear a buzzing sound that changes in intensity. 'What the hell?! He's having sex?! This man-whore forgot about today's event and is having S&M play.'

My blood started to boil. 'He wasted my fucking time! I drove all the way here. Spent good 20 minutes of my time driving. 10 minutes in the lobby, 3 minutes in the elevator. This fucking moron!'

Jace is really popular for being a certified man-whore. A womanizer. I have seen him quite a lot of times having sex in his office or our building's parking lot. He's either with his fiancée or other women fawning over him. I've seen it all over the news, magazines, and tabloids, having his photos taken in public having sex, articles and clips about him being a well known rich man-whore.

Who could blame the guy? Even if I'm a straight guy, I still see him as a very good looking man, really handsome to be honest. He is an actual living sex god like people call him. If I'm only as confident as him, I will have sex in public. I will womanize. But I'm a recluse nerd. But what the fucking hell? Of all days, why chose this very one? Since this is not the first time I'm gonna stumble on him having sex I just flung the door open.

"Mr. Allen this is not the time to -" and there he was, I saw my boss, his hands and feet handcuffed on posts of the bed, with extremities wide apart. His mouth gagged and is salivating. His eyes covered with VR goggles. His well defined abs and chest covered with dried and fresh cum. And his ass plugged with a thing which appears to be vibrator.

I immediately stepped out of the room after I saw my boss's current situation. 'It's just work. Relax. You have to let him know that he needs to come to the office today, no matter what! So ignore that your man-whore boss is handcuffed on the bed, gagged, and with a vibrator in his ass.' That's what I've been chanting in my mind as I enter my boss's room again.

This must be normal for someone like him. I have to get used to this.

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AN

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