Euphrates Pharmaceuticals: The Demotion

Nicky Noxville

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“Damn it, you just did it again!” Levi said in exasperation, using the back of his hand to brush back a stray strand of his blonde hair. He was clearly frustrated that I was fucking up the job he’d pulled so many strings to get me. “Dump that tray and start over before they notice, you don’t want to get fired, or worse, demoted.”

“Worse?” I muttered in frustration as I carried the tray to the chemical disposal area. Fortunately, he didn’t hear me. I’d been here for two months, and even though I was grateful to Levi, the pressure wasn’t making things any easier. I’d already been written up three times, despite him looking out for me.

I wasn’t sure how concerned I should be, but his worry was starting to get to me.

I walked back to my station and silently started preparing another tray, adding chemicals to various wells as the instruction card on the tablet in front of me dictated. I tried to concentrate, paying close attention to each step as the hours ticked on…

“Syd, stop!” He whispered frantically. “That’s the wrong well, it’s going to–damn it!” He hissed. “It’s contaminated.” I blinked a few times, realizing that my attention had faltered and I’d messed up again.

“Sorry,” I said in an embarrassed squeak, already picking up the tray to carry over to the cleansing area. I noticed him shaking his head as I walked away. I turned around after disposing of my tray, and came face to face with the stern manager, Ms. Harrows, with her glossy, black hair pulled back in its usual bun.

“Sydney Reed,” she said, clearly not asking. “If I am not mistaken, that is the third tray I have observed you contaminate today.”

“I…” I began, not sure what to say.

“It wasn’t a question,” she cut me off. “Please come with me.” She led me out of the lab in silence. I glanced over at Levi and saw him wincing, but how bad could this really be? Sure, Euphrates paid a lot, but I can find another job if a few simple mistakes is too much for these people to handle. I felt myself growing more confident as we walked into the HR wing.

Getting fired isn’t the end of the world.

“Have a seat,” she said as I followed her into her office, waving a hand absently at one of the dignified, padded leather chairs arranged before her heavy, oak desk. She took her own seat in a tall-backed leather desk chair that matched the one I was sinking into. I absently noted that it was more comfortable than it looked.

“Are you firing me?” I blurted out, my face going red. “It was just a few mistakes, and I’m sure–” She cut me off again.

“You’re not being fired, Mr. Reed.” She said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms on the desk in front of her. “We prefer not to throw away new employees just because they aren’t suited for the position they were hired into.”

“Not suited?” I asked.

“Of course. It’s clear to management that you were placed in the wrong lab. You are being reassigned to assist with a study overseen by Dr. Delaney.”

“Is this… Is this a demotion?” I asked nervously, remembering Levi’s words.

“Well, I suppose the position is of a lower rank, if you want to think of it that way, but you won’t see any cut in pay as a result,” she reassured me, though her friendly tone seemed affected. I signed a few forms, and set out for my new assignment.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Reed,” a man with silver hair asked as I walked into a small, private lab.

“Yes, Doctor,” I greeted him. “I’m Sydney, or Syd,” I reached out and shook his hand.

“Welcome, Syd. I’m Dr. Delaney. Now, I’m sorry to get right down to business, but I’m putting you straight to work. If you would, please head into the chemical locker and fetch me a sample of CMR-865. Two grams should do it, you’ll find everything you need in there.” He shifted his attention right back to the gibberish filled screen in front of where he sat. I turned and walked to the storage closet he’d indicated, but while I found a scale and some glass dishes, as well as the jar labled CMR-865, I couldn’t find any gloves.

“Um, excuse me, Doctor, but I can’t seem to find the gloves.” He shook his head, pulling himself away from his work, and looked at me.

“Oh, you won’t need gloves for 865. Please hurry,” he said, a hint of frustration entering his voice. I rushed back into the closet, opened the jar, and measured out two grams of the white powder. A light dusting of powder made it onto my fingers, and they began to tingle, but he said I didn’t need gloves, so it had to be safe. I rushed back over to him and carefully offered the dish.

“Ah, yes, thank you,” he said, reaching out to delicately take the dish from me, the vivid blue of his gloves making the powder seem all the whiter.

“But I thought you didn’t need gloves,” I commented stupidly, my thoughts seeming to flow like syrup. He was being so careful with the dish that I was confused, and my fingers were still tingling.

“No, Sydney, you don’t need gloves,” he said sternly. “Let me see your hands.” I offered my hands, palms up, and he took in the faint dusting of powder clinging to my fingers. “Hmm,” he said, and then held out the dish and sprinkled powder across my hands and exposed arms.

“What!” I squeaked, jumping back, holding my hands out, unsure what to do with them. Tingling was growing, spreading, and my thoughts had thickened into molasses. “What did you do?” I squeaked. “What did you do?”

“Just relax, Sydney. This is what you’re here for, to help me with my experiment. Just relax.”

“I… I…” Everything was swimming. Strong hands grabbed me just before I fell to the floor, and everything went dark.

“Syd. Syd! Sydney, wake up!” I struggled to open my eyes to find Levi standing over me, holding a clipboard. “There you are,” he smiled down at me, and then turned away. “Doctor, he’s awake.” I struggled to push myself up from where I was laying, and realized that my wrists were cuffed to rails on either side of me, as well as my ankles to the footboard.

And I was naked.

“What’s going on?” I whined. “Levi, what’s happening? Why am I naked?”

“Shh, relax. You just got demoted, nothing to do about it now.” He patted my shoulder, and then Doctor Delaney moved up on my other side.

“Welcome back, Sydney. How are you feeling?” He asked, not seeming very concerned.

“I feel… Bad,” I struggled to articulate. “What did you do?”

“I administered the drug you’re helping us test.” He said absently, doing something I couldn’t see on a tablet.

“Drug? No, you can’t!” I protested.

“Of course we can, it was in your employment contract,” the Doctor said before moving out of sight.

“I said you didn’t want to be demoted. It’s too late now,” Levi said consolingly. “If it helps, I’ve never seen an unhappy test subject.”

“Alright, let’s begin,” Dr. Delaney said, returning to my side. “Name?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“State your name.” He said sternly.

“You already know my–” I began.

“–For the record,” he cut me off.

“Sydney Reed.” I answered sullenly.


*Twenty two.”

“Sexual orientation?”

“I’m straight–unh!” I moaned as heat rushed to my cock, making it start to swell and roll its way across my leg.

“Hmm. Are you an only child?” The Doctor continued without seeming to notice my strange, inexplicable swelling. Now that the moment had passed, I could feel myself getting all the way soft again.

“I have three brothers,” I answered, trying to make sense of the questions.

“How long have you worked here?”

“A few months.”

“And how many errors have you made during that time?”

“A… A coupleuhhhhh,” I trailed off into a moan, my cock rolling up across my belly, nearly fully hard. “Oh, what was that? What’s going on?” I lifted my head, looking down at my penis as my hand struggled to reach it.

“We’ve administered a truth serum, Mr. Reed,” Dr. Delaney explained. “I believe you’ve noticed the results of telling lies. Now, how many errors?”

“I…” I struggled to think how to answer. “A couple every day,” I said again, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Good. Now, how many men have you slept with?”

“Men? None! I’m straight–nnnngggg.” My eyes rolled up into my head as my cock lifted up to bob and leak over my belly.

“Clearly you’re not.”

“Are you gay, Sydney?” Levi asked, his hand making swirling motions on my shoulder.

“Nooooooooohhhhhhnnnn!” I trailed off into moans, my body flexing on the table.

“Haha, he went cross eyed,” Levi commented, chuckling. I settled back onto the table, breathing heavily.

“Ohhh, what’s going on?” I rolled my head back and forth.

“I should inform you, Syd, that the more you lie, the more likely you are to suffer permanent effects,” Dr. Delaney warned me. “Are you gay?”

“I’m… I wasn’t gay.” There! That was true! “I was straight!” My penis was starting to relax, laying back down across my abs.

“Look over at Levi, Syd. Levi, would you remove your shirt, please?” Wide eyed, I watched as Levi took off his lab coat, set it aside, and then slowly pulled his shirt off over his head. Inch by inch his body was revealed.

I never knew Levi was so ripped.

When his shirt came free, revealing a smug grin, he tossed it to the side and struck an arrogant pose.

“Does looking at Levi make you horny, Syd?” Dr. Delaney asked. The very idea of it shocked me so much that I answered without thinking.

“Noooohhhhhhh-gggggodddddddd!” I was going to cum, I could feel it coming, just an inch away.

“Does looking at Levi make you horny?” He asked again.

“Ohhhhnooooonnnuuhhhhh!” I squealed as I lost control and started to cum, firing ropes into the air. When my vision came back into focus, I was still staring at Levi’s body. “Ohhh,” I moaned softly. “Ohhh, yesssss,” I hissed. “Yesssss.”

“Yes what, Syd?”

“Looking… Looking makes me horny!” I cried out, surprised by how similar the arousal of my shame was to that of telling a lie. I writhed on the table.

“I see. And would you like to see Levi’s penis?”

The question hung in the air, leaving a pregnant silence in its wake; a silence broken by the sounds of Levi unfastening his belt. My eyes fixed on his crotch, but, again, I answered without thinking.

“Noooo-fuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed as I came again, my vision exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors. “Ohhhhhh, uhhhnnnn, ohhhh,” I panted and moaned as my vision came back into focus.

Levi was hard, and he was stroking his cock.

“Do you like looking at Levi’s penis?” The doctor pressed.

“Nnnnnnoooohhhhhhhhhhhh–LEVI’S PENIS!” I yelled, spurting into the air again.

“Do you like Levi’s Penis?”

“Aww, yessss,” I hissed, watching Levi jack off.

“Do you want to get fucked by Levi’s penis?” He asked. I gasped at the thought.

“I…” I didn’t know what to do. I knew that if I lied and said no, I’d cum. But if I told the truth, right here in front of Levi and the doctor, I’d cum.

My only choice was how to cum, and I knew what felt better.

“Noooohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh!” I came again, taking delight in the lie.

“Are you sure?”

“I… What?”

“Do you want Levi to fuck you with his penis?” The doctor asked again.

“Levi’s penis,” I purred softly. “Yeah,” I sighed. Wanna get fucked.” I kept babbling as hands unfastened the restraints. “Wanna get fucked by Levi’s, aww, Levi’s penis.” Freed, I got up on all fours, turning to present my ass to Levi.

I needed Levi to fuck me.

“Well, that confirmed all my findings. Levi, in thanks for your hard work, we’d like to offer you $10,000 and Syd here, as a bonus.”

I felt weight settle into place behind me, forcing my things wider apart.

“Thanks, Doc,” he said, and then he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “Say you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I–I don’t want you to fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me!” I cried out as I started to cum again. I heard him laughing, and he teased my hole with the head of his cock.

“Say it again.”

“I dunnnnwaaahhhhhhhhh” I came as I struggled to get the words out.

“Again,” he said, beginning to slide his cock into me.

“Idduuwwauhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I felt something snap. I forgot where I was, who I was… All I knew was that getting fucked felt good, and I didn’t want it to ever stop.

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