A voice came over the intercom, informing Greg of his upcoming meeting. He confirmed the time and had the secretary send them in.
"Now be quiet down there, no need to draw attention to our new arrangement" Greg said to his bound and gagged seat. Cory moaned weakly, then did his best to remain quiet.
The door opened and someone walked in and took their seat. Greg's desk was blocking the view of his lower body, so there was no danger of discovery unless Cory made noise. He didn't want to be discovered like this, so he remained silent and took in tortured breaths of the sweaty crack imprisoning his nose.
The next few hours were filled with business proposals, performance reviews, and forced ass sniffing. By the time Greg was alone and stood up to stretch his legs, Cory was barely conscious. His face was red, his nose was squashed, and the stink of man ass was imprinted into his flesh. Cory doubted that even a long hot shower would completely erase the smell by this point, so he resigned himself to having his face smell like ass.
Greg looked at his watch, deciding what to do next.
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