A colleague and I were in line for a promotion. It was between the pair of us, and we were paranoid about it, as the boss seemed happy to prolong the agony without a decision. Finally he summoned the pair of us to his palatial office, and said we were going to have a competition, to decide the promotion. We were both healthy young single guys, and he was much older, though trim and healthy himself. He told us to get naked, then handed us each one of these Russian ex-army full-head gas masks, which we put on, and allowed him to wind duct tape round the bottom edge or hem, of them. There were brass valves epoxied into the place where the convoluted tube usually goes, which restricted our air quite dramatically! "Okay, when I say 'go' you guys will each try to force the other to come, by any methods whatsoever! The first one to come, is the loser! He will become the "property" of the other, and of me! The one who doesn't come gets the promotion, and a substantial raise. Clear? Then.....GO!" I put up a good struggle but the other guy was bigger and stronger, and although I fought it as hard as I could, eventually I sprayed semen all over the room, and collapsed in exhaustion. "Okay, Vern. You are the winner! You now OWN this guy! What do you want to do with him?" He thought, and then said "I want him to have to wear that gas mask at work, all day, but dressed of course. The other employees will be told he is strongly allergic to printer's ink, which we always have a slew of, here. At five, I will take him home with me, and he will be my personal man-servant. If you have need of him, you just have to say so! He will ALWAYS meet any enquiry with a very positive statement! I think that covers it, unless you have anything to add, Sir?" The boss chuckled, and said "Just be the merciless son-of-a-bitch, I think you are, and REALLY make him suffer!" Vern sn****red and said "Oh you can take that to the bank, Sir! I never cared much for his attitude, and I think between the two of us, we can adjust his attitude RADICALLY! Turn him into a little meek 'yes-man' anxious to please, always ready to obey! I also think since he's going to be my slave, he will have no need of money, so you can divert his salary to me, or keep some of it for yourself!" "GREAT idea, Vern! I'm glad you turned out to be the right man for the job!" So was I, since I had fantasised about something similar to this, for ages! This was exactly what I wanted, and to my humiliation, I was rock-hard again, to their amused contempt. Ashamed of myself I began to masturbate, as they watched in amusement, saying things like 'horny little bastard, isn't he?' and "he'll need to be!" At that point, Ms Grebsky, the boss's elderly spinster of a secretary, knocked and entered, and studied me carefully with equal contempt. "Finally! He's been begging for a real put-down, you know, Sirs. Looks like he got it! You should make him wear that thing all day at work!" They laughed nastily, then Vern said "Ms Grebsky - how would you like to OWN him each and every weekend? No limits. Your game, your rules! But we need to know you won't show him any mercy!" She sniffed. "I am unfamiliar even with the concept! That would be most generous of you! I have a large steamer trunk with his name on it! Unless he somehow manages to uh, restir my juices, adequately!" This just got better and better!