I knock on my bosses office door, he wants to see me for some reason, I hope it's nothing bad.

"Come in." I do my best to hide my nerves as I open the door and walk into his office.

"Take a seat." I quickly do as I'm told, I may not be the best employee but I do my best to get the work done to a high standard and on time.

"How would you like to be our ambassador to an international company?" What, why me?

"I'm not sure that I'm qualified, I don't even speak any languages, maybe Steven would be better." My boss gives a friendly businessman smile, one that is perfectly designed over the years to put customers at ease.

"I already offered it to him but he doesn't want to move his whole family. You on the other hand don't have any family or partner to tie you to one place. As for language skills, the company you will be working with will be fine communicating in English and I'm sure you'll pick up the language while you're there or at least what you'll need to know for the job." I sit and stare at my boss, probably for more longer than I should.

"It's an unmissable opportunity, higher wages, a wider potential for promotion, plus excellent life experience. If I'm being honest Steven was a little bothered that he couldn't take it." He does have a good point, this really is a great opportunity, I'd be an idiot to pass on it, even if it's a huge change. Besides I'm sure that the business will sort out things like where I live and everything.

"You're right sir, I'll gladly accept the promotion." My boss stands with a smile and holds out his hand.

"Excellent, I'll get everything sorted right away." I stand and take his hand in a quick shake before leaving and returning to my desk with a smile, my mind a mixture of fear, excitement and joy.

I sit behind my desk with a smile. How many is it now? I think I've lost count, not that it matters, there's always an endless supply of people who can easily disappear, it's not like people stay in this sort of job. I'm sure the client will enjoy the new ambassador, I hope this one lasts longer though, what happened to the last one was horrible, even for me, after that night of torture he was so badly injured he nearly died, lost an eye, had several teeth knocked out and had several bones broken, they had to be resold as a cheap brothel whore. I did ask them to treat this one a bit better, like actually feed them. Oh well, I can always arrange for another promotion if needed, I already have a few candidates in mind.

I step into the arrival section of the airport pulling my suitcase. As I enter I see a driver holding a sign with my name written in large unmissable letters. I'm guessing that the company got me a driver, this job seems to be getting better and better. I walk up to the man and he takes my suitcase as he leads me to a large black car. Opening the door for me the driver says something in another language, not fully understanding what he said I give him a friendly smile as I climb in, as I do I hear my bag be placed into the boot and my door is shut. I hear the driver get into the front, a screen blocks all view, I'm guessing to allow for privacy. As the car starts to move I stare out of the darkened window and suddenly feel sleepy, maybe the jetlag is catching up with me. As my eyes grow heavy I smell something, like a strange airfreshener, or sometimes in the air conditioning. My train of thought never reaches its conclusion as the inside of the car spins and fades into darkness.

I slowly open my eyes as I feel a cool breeze against my skin, as I open them I find myself in an expensively furnished room, out of a large window I can see the skyline of the city stretching out far below. As I continue to look around and come to my senses I see that I'm hanging by my arms from the ceiling, naked, except for what feels like a heavy collar tightly around my neck and something shiny around my cock, and something large deep inside my ass. I panic and pull on my restraints as my feet kick and dangle uselessly in the air, unable to gain any footing.

"Ah, I see that you're awake and ready to start your new job." I turn to the sound of the heavily accented voiced and see a middle aged businessman in a suit calmly walk in, a sadistic smile on his face.

"Where am I? Who are you?" The man walks up to me and his hand casually explores my body causing me to flinch, but with nowhere to go he ignores my clear uncomfortable reaction.

"You're in my penthouse, well actually I own the whole tower. And as for who I am, I'm you new boss, I own you." What? That can't be true. I pull hard on my restraints as I watch my apparently new boss undress, allowing his hard cock to freely stick out.

"Shall we begin?" I hang frozen in fear, an uncomfortable pain in my crotch as my cock pushes against the steel prison locked around it. I feel his breath on me as he steps behind me, his hands embracing me, his hard cock against my ass checks.

"You're free to make as much noise as you like. No one will hear you." I gasp as he roughly pulls out the buttplug buired deep in my ass and cry out in pain as his cock uncaringly forces its way inside me. I look out at the city far below, far out of reach, unable to see me, so many people and not one of them will save me, as my new boss, no, owner, fucks my helpless body.

Epilogue:

I kneel patiently as I wait for my master to return home, the home I've spent all day cleaning, while my plugged ass is mercilessly teasing me, causing my cock to strain against its cage as I continue to grow horny and frustrated, hopefully master will be home soon and I can do my job of pleasing him, that's the part of my job I enjoy, I do take pride in my work but pleasing him gives me pleasure as well, be it sucking his cock, drinking his piss, being his stress relief, giving him massages, cooking his meals, licking his feet or best of all being fucked. I've been working hard at my job for nearly a year now, most of the time I've spent in my master's home, at first it felt like a gilded cage but now I find myself taking great pride and joy in maintaining it and keeping it clean and have little desire to leave my place of work. Although master does sometimes take me out with him, either when he goes on business trips or to entertain business partners, on those occasions I'm even permitted to wear clothes over my uniform of a collar and chastity cage, not much clothes though, only enough to be able to walk in public.

He said that he'd be bringing a guest back this afternoon, I hope that they're nicer than the last guests, my back and ass are still healing from the brutal whipping they gave me, at least the split lip and black eye have healed, as has the bruising on my body. I overheard master telling me not to be as rough as they were to the last one, I'm guessing he meant my predecessor who retired. If that was less rough then I'd hate to know what happened to the last guy.

I hear the locks on the front door open and see my master and, my previous boss, he looks down at me with a smile.

"I see that he's been satisfactory and that he hasn't been used up as quickly as the last one." I rise and gesture them inside, respectably bowing my head slightly as they enter.

"Welcome home master." The two walk passed without acknowledgement, I'm used to that, I don't get praise for doing as I should, only punished for not doing my job, and I know full well to avoid those, being whipped, shocked from my collar, starved, beaten and more has taught me to remain obedient. The only reward I get is moments of relief from my eternal frustration when master fucks my ass and that reward is far greater than being punished. I've quickly learnt that bad work earns punishment and good work earns reward and I plan to do well in my job.

"Would you like to see how well he performs since his training?" I hear the familiar sound of trousers being undone and without needing to be told lower myself to my knees in front of my former boss and take his cock in my mouth, eager to be feed and eager to show how well I perform in my new position, the one he promoted me to, I will show how good and valuable an employee I am.