My boss knows how to help me to overcome my limits.

The experiment manager realized that the new employee was gay during selection, which was one reason for his selection. In interviews during the selection process, the boss discovered that the young man had a very precarious financial situation and needed the job; he asked about sexual orientation and practices, researched his pages on the Internet, and discovered his most intimate and secret practices.

After weeks of working there, he told his new employee that he and the director used to stay on Thursday nights to talk and smoke Havanas and wanted him to stay next Thursday to join in the conversation. The employee said that he didn't smoke or even like the smell of smoke but was honored by the invitation and accepted it with pleasure.

On Thursday, after all the other employees left, he went to the principal's office with his manager.

The manager sat him in one of the chairs, and while he was talking to the director, he grabbed a handcuff.

"Robert, as told you, this new guy is a fag, submissive, and masochistic; I think he'll enjoy serving us by joining our cigar nights!"

The manager came up behind the chair and handcuffed the guy's wrists behind the back of the seat. The guy was surprised by the situation, but he enjoyed BDSM sessions; he was, in fact, a masochistic and submissive faggot, so he decided to let it roll, accepting, surprised, and excited about what would come.

The manager unbuttoned his shirt, opened his pants, and lowered them, leaving the naked boy on the chair.

Meanwhile, the director opened boxes of Havana cigars and lit them with long puffs. The manager got his already lit cigar, and the two sat down, one on each side of the young man, and started talking about varied subjects, from sports to politics.

As they spoke, they ran their hands over the employee's body, stroking and groping, especially his cock, balls, and nipples. The boy sat there, silent and motionless, enjoying being handled, getting excited, with his cock hard and throbbing with lust. 

Then, the manager took a long drag and brought the cigar to the boy's nipple. The employee soon realized the intention, closed his eyes, bit his lips, and puffed out his chest, offering his nipple to his boss's Havana.

When the ember of the lit Havana touched his nipple, the pain was unbearable, he shuddered and tried to retreat, but the director held him saying calmly.

"My boy, hang in there; I know it hurts, but you'll learn to bear it, won't you?"

Tears streamed from his eyes, and a groan of pain escaped his lips, but he managed to maintain his position.

As the director said, he learned to endure such pain.

The two men talked animatedly while smoking and burning their employee's body all night. They used the boy's mouth as an ashtray, slamming all the ash down his throat. At the night's end, the men lifted the employee, still handcuffed and with his pants down around his ankles, and placed him prone on the director's desk. The two men raped him violently.

The week passed quickly, and what happened that night was not discussed with anyone else; it was only in the boy's memory and the wounds and burns on his body.

The following Thursday, the employee went alone to the director's office, which was still empty, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled down his pants, and sat in the chair, putting his arms behind him. When the men entered, they laughed at the employee's attitude and handcuffed his wrists.

Each week the burns became more serious; the director liked to firmly hold the employee's balls and burn the balls and penis with his Havanas. The boy had a big dick and a nice scrotum with big balls. When the manager or director put the cigars on the dick's head, the boy would cry with pain and lust. Sometimes, during the torture sessions, his hard cock ejaculated precum with so much lust, but his bosses didn't let him come sadistically edging the hard cock and exploring its limits.

As the weeks passed, after the torture with the cigars, he began to suck his superiors' cocks, on his knees, with his wrists handcuffed before being fucked.

After a year, the personnel department interviewed the employee and asked if he was happy with his job or would like to be transferred to another department.

"I am delighted with my work, salary, and tasks. My manager knows how to identify my talents and vocations, showing that we are capable and helping us to overcome our limits."