Catch of the Day: Luke (hypno)
by Derek Williams
It was only eleven in the morning when my computer started beeping at me. WAY too early, but what the hell, carpe diem, huh? I rolled out of bed and hit the keyboard. Mercifully, the thing stopped beeping. I looked over at my bong. Yeah...
It was a wake and bake kind of a day. I mean, hey, it was Thursday, right?
This late in the week, it’s, like, a given that you’re gonna be stoned by noon. And it’s not like I have to get to work or anything. I’m coming up on three years funemployed, and my father still sends money every month. When you’re a busy executive, it’s probably easier to just send cash instead of having a real relationship with your kid anyway.
The screen of the computer was still goin’ nuts, trying to get my attention. I brushed my dreads out of the way and had a look.
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To: Luke Jeffries
Subject: You’re Our Catch of the Day!
Luke,
My name’s Travis, and I run a little website called “Catch of the Day” where we showcase amazing photos of male beauty. Your photo, “Clambaked” was selected as today’s catch. Congratulations!
Travis
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Clambaked? I had some fuzzy memory of some chick saying she was posting that pic to her Instagram the other week, but I don’t know why it was special. Just a few buddies and me down on the beach, stoking a fire and passing around some joints. Did she accidentally take some awesome photo or something?
There was a link, and a gift certificate attached to the email. I clicked the link and the pic popped up. This website was weird. It was all pics of dudes, with me sitting right on the top. The pic was pretty okay, but it was just me sitting on the beach without a care in the world.
Whatever. I left the computer open and went for my bong. I knew if I blazed up I’d have no trouble attracting a couple of buddies to share the high with.
I was good and gone when one of my roommates, Tommy, I think, shook me on the shoulder. “Hey dude, your computer’s going fuckin’ mental.”
I sighed. I was gonna have to call the warranty guy or something. No way did I know how to fix it.
It turned out to be that website that I’d left up, the one from the email. It looked like the bleeping was just it’s way of telling me that someone had commented on my pic.
>>> Comment by alwaysUP:
>>> Anyone else smell weed just looking at this guy?
>>> Comment by grindraddict:
>>> LOL, what a burnout. This guy needs to look for a respectable job.
I laughed. These douchenozzles on the internet wouldn’t know an awesome life if it kicked them in the nuts and ran away laughing. It was all about freedom. I closed the tab and headed back down for a couple more hits.
I didn’t get to the bong. When I got downstairs, the guys were hunting around in the debris of our front room, trying to find a ringing phone. Eventually Tommy found it under one of the couch cushions. It was my cell.
“Hello?” I said cautiously. Who ever calls my cell?
“Luke, it’s Dad. I just wanted to wish you luck on the big interview today. Knock ‘em dead kid!”
“Whaa?” I said. It sounded like my father, but I don’t think I’ve ever called him ‘Dad’. And a big interview? What did I forget?
“It’s at three o’clock, right? Let’s meet for supper afterwards. The usual place.” Someone was trying to talk to my father in the background. “Whoops, I gotta go Luke. See you tonight!”
I just sort of stared at my phone for a couple of confusing minutes. Then a little calendar notification popped up on it. “Two Hour Reminder - Interview with Hoffman Chase”. There was an address and everything.
How stoned was I? How’d I forget about this interview? My old man had helped me line it up weeks ago.
>>> Comment by cockmonster:
>>> He’d look good if he got his act together. Suit up?
I caught a look at myself in the mirror. There was no way that I could show up for an interview the way I was dressed, with my comfy sweats and that hemp shirt. I needed to get ready.
My phone bleeped again, but I was in a hurry, so I ignored the next few texts.
>>> Comment by takemehard:
>>> A suit with that hair? This hippy needs a shower and a combover, stat!
>>> Comment by fauxhawk4ever:
>>> No way! He needs a fauxhawk.
>>> Comment by 12inches:
>>> Overruled. This kid is going full on conservative combover.
I rushed upstairs to the shower and dialed it up until steam billowed out the door. I stripped off my pajamas and dived in, scrubbing vigorously with body wash until my tan skin looked like you’d run it through Photoshop. Then I went at my hair, rubbing the shampoo between the short strands until it squeaked.
Wait, short strands? I could have sworn I had long hair. Except, no, there was no way. I remember that I used to have long hair in college, but Dad and I got our hair cut at the same barber now.
The whole time, my phone kept bleeping.
>>> Comment by fauxhawk4ever:
>>> Fine, but I think he’s too fussy about his looks.
I stepped out of the shower and felt like a new man. I scratched my well-manscaped chest and grabbed a towel. Only ninety minutes to the interview. I needed to suit up and head downtown.
It took me about twenty minutes to slip into my suit and get my hair into it’s tightly defined shape. I wore my navy-blue three button. Serious, but not trying to be more grown up than I was. My shirt was tight and fitted, clearly outlining the chest I’d worked hard to define.
It took me another twenty minutes to finish up the details. I re-parted my hair three times before I was really happy with it. Then it was all about cologne, clean and flossed teeth, and well trimmed nails.
Before I left for the interview, I pulled out my cell and snapped a photo for my personal stylebook. You would too, if you paid as much attention to the details as I do. I looked so polished in my custom tailored suit with my perfectly groomed appearance.
I got to Hoffman Chase’s office about ten minutes early, so I checked in with the receptionist and helped myself to a coffee. My phone bleeped while I was working the espresso machine.
>>> Comment by 12inches:
>>> He’s not fussy, he’s just well disciplined.
>>> Comment by grindraddict:
>>> Yeah, I bet he loves his discipline! LOL!!
I wasn’t even sure what that meant, so I finished making my drink and took one sip before the receptionist startled me.
“Mr. Jeffries, come with me.”
Dammit, I rose to half mast immediately. Why did she phrase it as an order? Would a little politeness have killed her?
I hurried after her before she felt the need to admonish me again.
I was led into a senior executives office. It was about four hundred square feet, heavy on the wood and windows.
“Hello, it’s Luke, right? I’m Jonas Hoffman. Your father and I go way back.” The executive was an older man, I’d guess mid-fifties, but with the kind of body you normally find on a man under forty. He evidently took good care of himself.
“Hello sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Thank god my wood was going down.
“Sit down Luke,” Hoffman gestured to a chair. Shit. I can’t help it. I love it when someone orders me around. I sat quickly and crossed my legs to disguise the onset of my hardening cock.
>>> Comment by cockmonster:
>>> I like where this is going. I say he’s got a kinky side.
I grabbed for my phone, which had made that bleeping noise again. “I’m sorry sir, I guess I forgot to turn off my cell phone.”
Hoffman chuckled, “God, this is what the world’s coming to. You wouldn’t believe how many members of my board think it’s okay to take a call when we’re in a meeting. Don’t let it happen again.”
I groped for the mute button, then slipped the phone back into my pocket. It was getting hard to hide my boner, and Mr. Hoffman seemed like the kind of guy accustomed to issuing orders. I shuffled in the chair, trying to find a place where my buttplug and my boner wouldn’t interact too much. Mr. Hoffman was momentarily distracted by an email or something, so I had a second to squirm.
Shit, why had I even worn my buttplug to an interview. I just couldn’t resist the thrill. Perfect prep school breeding on the outside, kinky little little whore on the inside.
My phone bleeped again. Didn’t I mute it?
>>> Comment by 12inches:
>>> Of course he’s got a kinky side, that’s why his master loves him.
“Luke,” Mr. Hoffman snapped at me, “What did I tell you?”
“Not to let it beep again, I’m sorry, I thought I...”
Mr. Hoffman cut me off. “Luke, I’m a busy man.”
I realized he wanted the short version. “Not to let it beep again.”
“Not to let it beep again WHAT,” he shouted the last word at me. In his office it even echoed a little.
“Not to let it beep again, sir!” I was hard as a rock and Mr. Hoffman knew it.
>>> Comment by cockmonster:
>>> Duh, his master is kinky as fuck too.
Mr. Hoffman regarded me for a long moment before speaking. The phone had bleeped again and I could tell he wasn’t happy. He went over to his desk and hit a button on the intercom.
“Stand up Luke, and take off your suit.”
“But...I....”
“I just put on the Do Not Disturb sign, and unlike you, everyone around here knows how to follow an order. Take off your suit NOW.”
I wasted no time loosening my tie and peeling off my carefully put together look. Mr. Hoffman walked around me, taking in my young body and smirking with a particular look of satisfaction when he saw the base of my plug.
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to hire you to be my personal assistant.”
“Yes sir,” I said, my dick sticking into the air and quivering with excitement.
“A man in my position has...shall we say, certain needs. And you look like you might be able to provide for those needs. How do you feel about leather?”
“Uh, I don’t really...”
“WRONG,” he shouted again.
“I...I love leather sir,” I stammered.
“Collars?”
“I love collars, sir!” I was getting the hang of this. It felt so good to just give in.
“Harnesses?”
“I love harnesses, sir!” I felt hornier than I could remember.
“And sucking cock?”
Huh?
“I uh...sir, I’m not gay sir!”
“I didn’t ask if you were gay.”
“But...uh...”
Mr. Hoffman rolled his eyes and went back to his computer. He typed a quick message. A moment later my phone bleeped.
>>> Comment by 12inches:
>>> Sounds to me like our boy is gay as fuck. I bet he loves sucking cock and taking a good hard pounding from his master.
“Understood?” said Mr. Hoffman.
“Yes sir! I love sucking cock.”
“Good boy.” I felt so proud when my master said it. “Now, I’m showing you off at the bar tonight, so you’d better be ready. Go back to our house, and order these things with your gift certificate.” Master scribbled down some items on a paper.
I got dressed quickly and left as soon as he dismissed me from his presence. I was still pretty hard, but I didn’t have to hide it when I walked past the secretary. I had the job.
Master lives in a large condo with a wraparound terrace and a view of the river. I settled into a plush chair and began ordering off the online store. Amazingly, the gift certificate was enough to cover it all. Only moments after I clicked on the order button, the doorbell rang.
The package from the store was here already. Damn, that’s good service.
I was excited to try on everything. I slipped on a leather harness, engulfing my cock in a tight pouch, and binding my rounded chest underneath four powerful straps to keep me restrained for master.
Next I pulled on a pair of black leather jeans. I was thrilled by how well they hugged my ass. I hoped master would approve.
I fastened a thick leather collar around my neck. I’d follow my master anywhere, but when we went out, he liked to keep me on a leash sometime, and I liked knowing that I couldn’t get away, even if I wanted to.
God, I used to be such a loser before master trained me. Before he put me on a leash and taught me discipline.
In the full length mirror, I looked sexy as hell, all bound and restrained. To complete the look I put on a skintight white cotton t-shirt, thin enough that you could easily see my harness. It was too hot out for my new leather jacket, but if master wanted me to wear it tonight, I knew I’d look perfect.
In the full length mirror, I snapped a quick photo and sent it off to the website. I knew master would be waiting for it.
In moments, my phone went wild.
>>> Comment by cockmonster:
>>> WOW. I wish I had a master like his.
>>> Comment by 12inches:
>>> Looking good boy.
>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Mmm, kinky. Good job guys!
I heard steps by the front door. Was it master? I went to go and show him how well I’d followed his orders. Just the thought of his praise made my cock press harder against the pouch.
My phone bleeped one last time.
>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Just a reminder: submissions for tomorrows Catch of the Day can be sent to my email or PM’d to me.
I smiled. Whoever got submitted, he was a lucky guy.