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Inspired by a wonderful piece by BLUEBALLS", "writing": "The office was quiet, save for the ticking of the lone wall clock and the tapping of my foot. I felt sweat dripping from my brow, my brown fur already becoming sticky from the heat. I tried to wipe the sweat dripping down only to make my already damp hands even more moist.\n\nThis was going to be my first interview after getting out of college, and the office was a ghost town. I was told to come here at 6 in the morning, thinking it was normal office hours. Yet the lack of any employee said otherwise.\n\n“Come in” a deep voice bellowed from the manager's office. Only one other person was in the office right now and it was the “ogre” of the business world. I’ve heard rumors about the “ogre” of a boss that headed this company.\n\nThere were so many stories of him being too hard on newbies and even firing some new employees after a month of getting here for something like misplaced files or something. I just hope he won't be too tough on a newbie like me.\n\nTaking a deep breath, I stand up and look at the door in front of me. I felt like I was staring down some headlights looking at the imposing door in front of me. I had to duck down a bit as the door frame seemed to be smaller than I imagined. Especially with my fully grown antlers as I had to bend my knees to just save them from hitting the top of the door frame.\n\nI had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining what I was seeing. A tiny mouse no bigger than a few inches was what drew my attention. His fur was a cute shade of gray that contrasted with the black head of hair sitting on his head.\n\nWhat was even stranger was the office’s setup. At the center of the room was the common office desk you’d see almost anywhere; yet on it was a similar desk just practically ten times smaller, where my future boss sat scowling at me like I just said something wrong.\n\nIt seemed my sudden grin caught his attention as his scowl became even more worrisome. I knew he looked angry, yet that wasn’t enough to describe how he stared me down. Yet I just couldn’t stop thinking how cute he looked in his cute little get up, looking so grumpy.\n\n“What’s so funny, Bambi? Never seen a mouse in a suit before?” the mouse asks, standing up. He wore the cutest little outfit, a green suit vest over his white polo. With how he was dressed up he reminded me of those dolls I’d see in toy stores.\n\n“Um, no sir. Just remembered a joke I heard on the way here” I quickly replied, making myself scarce and sitting at the only chair in front of him. I had to keep my wits about if I wanted to make a good impression. First impressions last, or so they always say.\n\nSitting back onto his tiny chair, the tiny mouse didn’t break his gaze on me. I suddenly felt like I was being eyed up like a piece of meat on full display. The thought of being looked down upon by someone so diminutive, so tiny making me blush and squirm in my seat.\nAs I sat there awkwardly trying not to stare too much, the mouse began looking over some files, of which I could see a tiny photo from my college yearbook slip out onto the floor. I guess he already began to read up on me.\n\n“Says here, almost nothing of value” the mouse said dismissively, throwing my file onto a large pile of tiny folders on his table “no achievements, no extra curriculars, heck even no misdemeanors. Now why would I take in someone as uninteresting as you hm?”\n\nHe was right. I was a nobody. The most fun I had back in college was that time some jocks took me out for some fun after catching me sneaking a peek in the locker room. I could still remember the smell of their jocks, the musk from their workout clinging onto my brown fur for almost a month. And it seems my body still remembered as I felt blood rush between my legs.\n\nShaking myself out of my nostalgic stupor, I manage to try and make a response. I needed this job! “I’m a hard worker sir” I manage to stammer “I can bring big things to this company!” I stood up saying this, my shadow suddenly casting itself over the desk and inadvertently over the mouse.\n\nYet as soon as I said big, it made his face look even sourer. I shouldn't have used that word “Bigger eh? Is that what you want, to bring something bigger here? Maybe something bigger than a mouse? You think I’m too small for this position?”\n\nShit! “No, I didn’t mean it like that mister?” I never actually caught his name. What do I call him?\n\n“Call me sir!” the mouse said, suddenly leaping into the air and landing on my head. I felt his tiny hands take hold clumps of my hair. Pulling on it, my arms suddenly flung themselves into the air. I tried to move my arms, only to realize I couldn’t, what was happening?\n\n“What did you do?” I ask, eliciting a growl from the mad mouse on my head “um, sir?” I quickly follow.\n\n“Showing you who’s small” suddenly my hands began to work at my belt. Fumbling as they began to undo my belt, and subsequently the buttons holding them up “I haven’t done this in ages. Be glad I still know how to do this”\n\nWhat was this exactly? Some sort of trick? Some sort of mouse magic? What the heck was going on and why was I being piloted like some sort of mech in an anime? “Please sir, stop this. I’ll do anything you want, just please stop!” I beg, still unable to move my arms.\n\n“And anything is just what I want to hear” I hear atop my head as I suddenly feel my pants fall down between my ankles. The cold breeze of the office ac made itself known as I felt myself shiver feeling cold wind blowing between my legs, tickling my balls.\n\n“Naughty little Bambi, not wearing any underwear. And to a job interview no less” the mouse tutted, noting my strange lack of underwear. One of my hands began to work at my member, groping and fondling my balls as I suddenly felt my legs move, walking me closer to the large desk.\n\nI try to open my mouth only for his tiny foot to grab another bundle of hair making my mouth shut like it was glued in place. Muffled moans escaped my mouth as my other hand began to rummage for something in the imposing desk.\n\n“Ah ha, there we go. Hope it isn’t too big on you. Last newbie I used this on was a horse, and it barely fit him” What was he talking about? I felt my fingers wrap around something cold and metallic at the back of the desk. It felt like some sort of tube, whose mystery would be revealed to me as I began to pull it out.\n\n“Ta da! Consider this your contract, don’t even think of resigning after putting this on bambi!” I could only stare in horror at what laid in the palm of my hand. It was a steel chastity cage. It shone in the light of dawn as It was held up by the window. Its gleam taunting me of what this “contract” entails.\n\nThe mouse heard my pathetic whimpering as I began to slip the cold metal ring around my balls. I could only hear his horrid laughter as the cold metal tube of the cage covered my member. As soon as it connected with the ring with an audible click, the mouse jumped down onto the larger desk and took the key in hand.\n\nHe swung the key in hand, the key looking comically large in his hands. Yet not as comical as me pawing at the metal prison holding my cock in place, hoping for a way to take it off. I kneeled in front of my new boss, hoping prostrating myself would make him show mercy.\n\nBefore I could utter another word, his tiny finger placed itself on my lips, telling me to shut up “No, I’m not going to unlock your cock Bambi. For now you’re my bitch, my secretary. Now why don’t you get me some coffee from the break room” I looked out his office window, seeing the break room across the floor, and the lights above the elevator showing someone was going up.\n\n“Now hurry, don’t want anyone to see you like this right? You can’t get the key if you get fired for indecent exposure” The mouse said, sitting back on his tiny seat shooing me away to get his coffee. And I did, forgetting my pants as I ran between cubicles to get a cup of coffee.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The office was quiet, save for the ticking of the lone wall clock and the tapping of my foot. I felt sweat dripping from my brow, my brown fur already becoming sticky from the heat. I tried to wipe the sweat dripping down only to make my already damp hands even more moist.

This was going to be my first interview after getting out of college, and the office was a ghost town. I was told to come here at 6 in the morning, thinking it was normal office hours. Yet the lack of any employee said otherwise.

“Come in” a deep voice bellowed from the manager's office. Only one other person was in the office right now and it was the “ogre” of the business world. I’ve heard rumors about the “ogre” of a boss that headed this company.

There were so many stories of him being too hard on newbies and even firing some new employees after a month of getting here for something like misplaced files or something. I just hope he won't be too tough on a newbie like me.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up and look at the door in front of me. I felt like I was staring down some headlights looking at the imposing door in front of me. I had to duck down a bit as the door frame seemed to be smaller than I imagined. Especially with my fully grown antlers as I had to bend my knees to just save them from hitting the top of the door frame.

I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining what I was seeing. A tiny mouse no bigger than a few inches was what drew my attention. His fur was a cute shade of gray that contrasted with the black head of hair sitting on his head.

What was even stranger was the office’s setup. At the center of the room was the common office desk you’d see almost anywhere; yet on it was a similar desk just practically ten times smaller, where my future boss sat scowling at me like I just said something wrong.

It seemed my sudden grin caught his attention as his scowl became even more worrisome. I knew he looked angry, yet that wasn’t enough to describe how he stared me down. Yet I just couldn’t stop thinking how cute he looked in his cute little get up, looking so grumpy.

“What’s so funny, Bambi? Never seen a mouse in a suit before?” the mouse asks, standing up. He wore the cutest little outfit, a green suit vest over his white polo. With how he was dressed up he reminded me of those dolls I’d see in toy stores.

“Um, no sir. Just remembered a joke I heard on the way here” I quickly replied, making myself scarce and sitting at the only chair in front of him. I had to keep my wits about if I wanted to make a good impression. First impressions last, or so they always say.

Sitting back onto his tiny chair, the tiny mouse didn’t break his gaze on me. I suddenly felt like I was being eyed up like a piece of meat on full display. The thought of being looked down upon by someone so diminutive, so tiny making me blush and squirm in my seat.
As I sat there awkwardly trying not to stare too much, the mouse began looking over some files, of which I could see a tiny photo from my college yearbook slip out onto the floor. I guess he already began to read up on me.

“Says here, almost nothing of value” the mouse said dismissively, throwing my file onto a large pile of tiny folders on his table “no achievements, no extra curriculars, heck even no misdemeanors. Now why would I take in someone as uninteresting as you hm?”

He was right. I was a nobody. The most fun I had back in college was that time some jocks took me out for some fun after catching me sneaking a peek in the locker room. I could still remember the smell of their jocks, the musk from their workout clinging onto my brown fur for almost a month. And it seems my body still remembered as I felt blood rush between my legs.

Shaking myself out of my nostalgic stupor, I manage to try and make a response. I needed this job! “I’m a hard worker sir” I manage to stammer “I can bring big things to this company!” I stood up saying this, my shadow suddenly casting itself over the desk and inadvertently over the mouse.

Yet as soon as I said big, it made his face look even sourer. I shouldn't have used that word “Bigger eh? Is that what you want, to bring something bigger here? Maybe something bigger than a mouse? You think I’m too small for this position?”

Shit! “No, I didn’t mean it like that mister?” I never actually caught his name. What do I call him?

“Call me sir!” the mouse said, suddenly leaping into the air and landing on my head. I felt his tiny hands take hold clumps of my hair. Pulling on it, my arms suddenly flung themselves into the air. I tried to move my arms, only to realize I couldn’t, what was happening?

“What did you do?” I ask, eliciting a growl from the mad mouse on my head “um, sir?” I quickly follow.

“Showing you who’s small” suddenly my hands began to work at my belt. Fumbling as they began to undo my belt, and subsequently the buttons holding them up “I haven’t done this in ages. Be glad I still know how to do this”

What was this exactly? Some sort of trick? Some sort of mouse magic? What the heck was going on and why was I being piloted like some sort of mech in an anime? “Please sir, stop this. I’ll do anything you want, just please stop!” I beg, still unable to move my arms.

“And anything is just what I want to hear” I hear atop my head as I suddenly feel my pants fall down between my ankles. The cold breeze of the office ac made itself known as I felt myself shiver feeling cold wind blowing between my legs, tickling my balls.

“Naughty little Bambi, not wearing any underwear. And to a job interview no less” the mouse tutted, noting my strange lack of underwear. One of my hands began to work at my member, groping and fondling my balls as I suddenly felt my legs move, walking me closer to the large desk.

I try to open my mouth only for his tiny foot to grab another bundle of hair making my mouth shut like it was glued in place. Muffled moans escaped my mouth as my other hand began to rummage for something in the imposing desk.

“Ah ha, there we go. Hope it isn’t too big on you. Last newbie I used this on was a horse, and it barely fit him” What was he talking about? I felt my fingers wrap around something cold and metallic at the back of the desk. It felt like some sort of tube, whose mystery would be revealed to me as I began to pull it out.

“Ta da! Consider this your contract, don’t even think of resigning after putting this on bambi!” I could only stare in horror at what laid in the palm of my hand. It was a steel chastity cage. It shone in the light of dawn as It was held up by the window. Its gleam taunting me of what this “contract” entails.

The mouse heard my pathetic whimpering as I began to slip the cold metal ring around my balls. I could only hear his horrid laughter as the cold metal tube of the cage covered my member. As soon as it connected with the ring with an audible click, the mouse jumped down onto the larger desk and took the key in hand.

He swung the key in hand, the key looking comically large in his hands. Yet not as comical as me pawing at the metal prison holding my cock in place, hoping for a way to take it off. I kneeled in front of my new boss, hoping prostrating myself would make him show mercy.

Before I could utter another word, his tiny finger placed itself on my lips, telling me to shut up “No, I’m not going to unlock your cock Bambi. For now you’re my bitch, my secretary. Now why don’t you get me some coffee from the break room” I looked out his office window, seeing the break room across the floor, and the lights above the elevator showing someone was going up.

“Now hurry, don’t want anyone to see you like this right? You can’t get the key if you get fired for indecent exposure” The mouse said, sitting back on his tiny seat shooing me away to get his coffee. And I did, forgetting my pants as I ran between cubicles to get a cup of coffee.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "A Cagey Internship interview", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "120" }