Fifty Shades of Tronler

Chapter 1: The Interview

        Connor tapped his foot as he waited anxiously for the elevator to reach the top floor of the building. He couldn't believe he let Kian talk him into this. He had never been to an interview before, let alone an interview to be the assistant for one of the most successful men in the world. He briefly considered turning around when the elevator reached the top floor, but he convinced himself he at least had to try.

        The Wisconsin native took a deep breath before stepping off the elevator and making his way to the secretary's desk. He cleared his throat before getting the woman's attention. "Hi. I'm Connor Franta. I'm here for an interview." 

        "Welcome welcome. I'm Hannah Hart. Nice to meet you," she introduced herself, "I see you're scheduled for 2 o'clock. You're quite early aren't you?" 

        Connor checked his watch. It was only 1:40. He looked up at her and opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off by Hannah. "Don't worry. He likes it when people are on time," she offered with a kind smile. "Now make yourself welcome. You can sit in one of the chairs over there," she said and motioned towards a deating area a few feet further down the long hall. "Mr. Oakley will be with you shortly."

        He nodded and sat down in one of the contemporary chairs which was far to awkwardly shaped to be sat in comfortably. Connor bounced his legs up and down as he fiddled with his fingers while waiting for time to pass. He looked up quickly when he heard a door open down the hall. Tyler Oakley walked out of his office in an all grey suit complete with a light grey oxford shirt and black tie. Connor listened as sharp clicks from each step Tyler took echoed throughout the empty hallway.

        Mr. Oakley walked right passed Connor and directly to Hannah, not even noticing the young man. "Where is my 2 o'clock? I can't believe he has the nerve to be late," he spoke with a dissaproving shake of the head. His secretary spoke in a whisper that Connor could not hear and motioned to the boy waiting anxiously in the chair. Tyler's gaze followed her pointer finger over to the sitting area. The entrepeneur nodded before walking to his applicant and motioning for Connor to follow as he walked towards his office.

        The brown haired man stood up quickly and scurried behind Tyler to catch up. When they reached the office Mr. Oakley sat in a comfortable leather chair behind a solid oak desk and pointed to a chair located across from him. "Come and sit." he spoke. Connor was quick to follow the order and sat down, biting his lip as his prospective boss looked over his resume wordlessly.

        "So Mr. Franta. What makes you want to work at the Oakley Corporation?" the older man asked as he leaned back in his chair.

        Connor froze up and completely forgot everything he had gone over while practicing in front of the mirror that morning. "Um well. I really uh," he stuttered out, completely tongue tied.

        Tyler rolled his eyes a bit. It really didn't matter anyway. He wasn't interested in his answer. He could see that Connor was attractive and sensed a submissive nature in him. That would do. "I see someone is at a loss for words," he spokw and adjusted his glasses. The applicant blushed at his response. "Now why don't we start by loosening up a bit? No need to be nervous. You seem like a smart boy."

        "Thank you sir," Connor spoke in a small voice. "I apologize. I know you must have a lot of work. I don't want to inconvenience you."

        "Oh it's no inconvinience at all Connor. In fact, I needed a break from filling out paper work and it's not everydat a young attractive boy comes through here," he smirked. "I find most people are stiff women who are all to cheery to be here." Connor nodded in response and Tyler continued. "So tell me about you  Mr. Franta?" He happily described growing up in Wisconsin and all his siblings. "Any ladies in the mix?" the owner. of the company asked.

        "Um actually sir I'm gay, but um no men in my life currently," he answered honesly and Tyler nodded in response.

        "So tell me Connor. Have you even been in a relationship with a man?" Connor shook his head. "Have you ever had sex with a man?" Connor shook his head again as he felt his cheeks heat up. "Do you find me attractive?" Again. Connor nodded his head, not making eye contact as he looked down at his feet. Tyler shook his head. "Look at me." he ordered and his instructuion was instantly followed which brought a smirk to his lips. "Would you like me to kiss you." Another nod. "A verbal response please Connor." Tyler demanded. "Yes," was Connor's meak reply.

        The older man motioned for Connor to come to the other side of the desk and roughly pulled him down and into his lap so that they were facing each other and the brown haired boy was straddling his lags. Tyler began kissing him roughly and squeezed his bum, releshing in the squeak that left Connor's lips.Mr. Oakly hands moved up and under his untucked shirt, grabbing at his back. 

        Only when they pulled away, panting heavily, did Tyler make his real move. "I think you've got what I need Mr. Franta. Welcome aboard." he smiled before kissing Connor's neck.