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Throckmorton Paris Wienerdinck was an unhappy man. Words cannot express how unhappy he was, and so much of his unhappiness was based on his name. It was an old family name that his rather dingy mom loved and never saw the foolishness of. He tried going by Rock, but inevitably kids wold pick up on any of the other variations of his easily targeted name. Even some of his initials, T.P., worked against him. His last name alone accounted for enough misery to see him through most of his school years. College did not change much, although the default became the bland ‘Throck’ which was almost worse than the crueler names because it hinted at worse possibilities while almost sounding friendly.

Physically, Throck was OK. At thirty-five, he was a bit dumpy but not awfully so. He worked out some and watched his diet. He had inherited his dad’s rather stocky build and rather neutral face. he was the kind of guy who could probably rob a bank safety since few of the witnesses would be able to describe his face in any real detail. Socially, Throck had a few buddies he bowled with and played poker with occasionally but not much more than that. Lady friends were few and far between. He lacked confidence and felt he had little to offer a potential mate.

Throck was reasonably intelligent and held a job he enjoyed reasonably well as a technical writer for a medium-large corporate support company that had its fingers in lots of different pies. He could work from home or use a small basement office at the company’s nice HQ. His job held little human contact and over time Throck had convinced himself he liked it that way. Throck’s evenings were spent in a fairly disciplined pattern of research, supper, writing while listening to his favored ‘high brow’ music, and rewarding a long day with a classical movie streamed to his computer. His simple lifestyle did not include a cell phone, paper, TV, fancy apartment, or much else. His few friends often teased him about being ‘Monk Throck’ but again- he had convinced himself he liked it this way.

Today was an office day.. Throck secretly enjoyed these days being around people, just being part of the hub-bub and bustle. He rarely knew what they were talking about when they discussed TV shows or such, and was at a loss to understand the commercial that everyone was all abuzz about. Over lunch in the basement breakroom, someone wheeled in a TV and everyone watched with rapt attention as a talking tortoise came on to talk about world peace and understanding... or something. It was kind of hard to watch since each of the scales on the tortoise’s back were spinning in a different way as the background itself seemed to pulse with some sort of enthusiastic energy. Somehow, the commercial made Throck feel better about himself- almost powerful and confident. He liked it so much he watched it again a few minutes later.

Throughout the rest of the day, he noticed that many of the staff were streaming the commercial and apparently some had made it a screen saver. That confused him- it made him feel good, but not THAT good... although he was whistling the peppy background music.

About two in the afternoon, there was a knock on the office door. “M... Mr. Weinerdick?” Throck looked up to see the head of HR at his door looking at him with nervous eyes.

“Yes? Can I help you Miss Adams? Come on in.” Throck got up to open the door for the middle-aged woman in a slightly frumpy work suit.

“Mr. Throckmorton Paris Weinerdinck?” She asked, eyes widely opened. When he grunted that such was his name, her face lit up and her nipples visibly popped. She opened the door and invited the rest of HR into his small office. Throck was amazed- all three of the HR staff was there and staring at him like he was crafted from Godiva chocolate, even Stephanie, the cute blonde he enjoyed looking at secretly.

“Mr. Weinerdinck, we of the personnel department want to let you know that we love you and will do anything you ask. Stephanie here is especially hoping that she can serve you in special ways. Although, any of us will do anything you want.” At ‘anything’, the other two women drooled a bit and nodded. The cute Stephanie stepped forward to kiss Throck on the cheek, shivering visibly as she did so. Her body language led Throck to believe she had orgasmed from kissing him!

“We also took the liberty to send out word to all other employees that you are working here. It was clever of you to use ‘Throck Weinerdinck’ on most of your forms and communications. You are so humble and wonderfull, but we had to share the news once we saw it in your files. We hope you don’t mind... although if you do, you can spank us!” Upon saying this, they all presented their bottoms to him.

Throck was kind of freaked out by this... although a corner of his mind was nodding in agreement and he asked Stephanie to stay while he dismissed the others, who left cooing his name and talking about how wonderful he was.

“What do you mean you want to serve me?” Thock asked the trembling beauty.

“Ohhh, Mr. Weinerdinck, I want to do ANYTHING you ask! I’ll do anything to be near you or to be allowed to touch you. May I touch you, Master?, Er, I mean... May I call you Master, Master?” When Throck nodded, she shivered again and wrapped her warm, soft, and sexy body around him, rubbing her leg gently against his groin. “Thank you thank you thank you.” She was babbling as she showered his face and neck with hot kisses and her slender hand slipped in his shirt to rub his chest. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“M... Mr. Weinerdinck?” Throck recognized the deep voice of the company’s president, and asked him to come in as he quickly slipped Stephanie’s hand off him. The elder Mr. Jefferson and some of the other senior officers came into the room with a curious sense of awe on their faces.

“Mr. Weinerdinck, we of the board and management of Jefferson, Watterson, and Watterson Services have come to the unanimous vote that we should offer you the leadership of the company with all of the perks we can offer. It is our pleasure to offer you all we have, sir.” The wizened heads behind him were nodding and murmuring amongst themselves. “May we escort you to your new office?” They guided Throck and Stephanie to the penthouse suite that Throck had only been to once before, during an office party years ago. The men apologized for the small office and that they had not yet redecorated it to his taste, but they were ashamed to not know what his taste might be.

For the next hour or so, Throck was bewildered and bedazzled by the impressive offers of money, perks, prestige, and power befalling him... and yet there was a voice that was just nodding sagely at his gaining all he deserved. The looping commercial on the big screen in the suite’s lobby added to his sense of rightness. Some of the board were actually prostrate before him at this point. Country club memberships, gold key memberships to the top clubs and restaurants in town, access to the shared-time company jet and retreat lodge, an incredible salary, his own private staff of assistants, secretaries, and other personal aides, and more. Throck was sitting in a large comfy chair sipping a fine whiskey as the old president was kneeling beside him as they signed document after document- Throck using his full name for the first time in years on each one.

The phone rang and Mr. Jefferson asked for permission to put it on speakerphone. It was Miss Adams from HR. “Mr. Jefferson, we are ready with your request.” Mr. Jefferson thanked her and smiled at Throck.

“Mr. Weinerdick, we have asked some of the female employees to come by to apply for various personal positions. As I am sure you would guess, there was widespread enthusiasm on their part to be of service. Would you care to review them now?” When Throck nodded his willingness, the elderly men left a few further instructions, like ‘take your time’ and ‘be thorough’, then left the floor as a parade of the best-looking women in the company entered the lobby. Stephanie joined them and explained that these women were all ‘eager’ to ‘serve’ him however they could. All he had to do was to choose his favorites- as many as he needed. Throck was stunned- here were thirty or so gorgeous women, including the delectable Becca from the third floor. The women had all done touch-ups, adjusting their make-up and clothing to best effect. It looked like a couple had taken scissors to their outfits, while others seem to have lost some pieces of their suits.

Overwhelmed, Throck told them to take seats and he would see them one by one in the office, starting with Becca. She giggled as she wiggled her way towards him. Once the door was closed, the statuesque red-head started to unbutton a straining blouse. “Mr. Weinerdinck, I cannot tell you how excited I am over the chance to work with you, to work under you.” She was breathing heavily and lightly caressing her heavy breasts as she spoke. Throck was so taken with her beauty that he stepped up to her and hugged her tightly, pressing her hard against him and letting his hands roam over her trim back. She cooed into his ear. “Oh, Master! You are so... so... Ohhh... please, fuck me Master! Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuck meeee” She was moaning as he slipped his hands over her plump butt and tweaking her bottom. She began to slip his clothes off with a worshipful attitude, touching him reverently even as she folded every item she removed. Her stream of comments about how glorious his body as, how manly and wonderful almost embarrassed him, but also made him harder. When she got to his cock, she begged for permission to suckle his masterful rod. He told her to strip for him sexily first, so he could see her body.

She smiled and found some good music on the large entertainment system. She began to move her body in a sexy sinuous pattern, sliding her hand down her chest to undo the remaining buttons, then sliding her blouse off slowly. She thrust her large, bra-enclosed chest at him and asked if he wanted to do the honors. He popped open the front clasp and she shook the cloth off her jiggling tits, then slid it off and handed it to him as if it were a valued trophy. Still moving sensuously, she slid off the long skirt and pantyhose. At that point, she blushed and promised him that she would never again wear such unbecoming clothing. It was difficult to remove the stuff smoothly, but her struggles were adorable, especially as her nipples were so hard and she was smelling so fragrant.

As she cleared the last stocking, he pulled her towards himself, making her fall awkwardly into his lap. He began to kiss and stroke her lovely skin. He was so turned on he was ready to come just with from the pressure of her hip against his cock. He was humping himself on her almost uncontrollably and she was in heaven from the contact. She gave him a big sloppy kiss and pulled a hand to her tight nipples. That was it- he ejaculated all over her hips and she exploded in her own ecstasy in return, throwing her head back and screaming in a way that made a ripple of mini-orgasms go though the other women in the lobby as they heard. The aroused women, led by Stephanie, peeked in and saw their beloved Master laying back with Becca draped over him, and some of His seed shining on her hip and leg. Within minutes, the room was full of naked, writhing women licking his seed, kissing his stiffening cock, touching his god-like skin and falling over with their own orgasms whenever he would deign to suck them, kiss them, or touch them intimately.

Throck may have been a king among men to these women, but he was still mortal. He valiantly fucked as many of the women as he could, but after three, he was not able to do much. Still, the women seemed content to just be near him- it did not take much for him to bring them off and each had climaxed multiple times. Throck was sitting naked (but clean- they insisted on cleaning him carefully and lovingly with hands, tongues, nipples, and washcloths from the executive washroom) as the women lounged nearby, slowly rotating who was touching him but showing no jealously to the lucky few that were sucking his toes or massaging his manly shoulders.

The phone rang and one of the satiated lovelies answered it. “Office of Throckmorton P. Weinerdinck, may I help you?” She listened for a moment, then asked Throck if he was ready to go home yet. When he nodded yes, she had his new limo brought around. The girls helped dress him and get him ready to leave. He left them some further instructions- take a very personal photo and prepare a short letter so he could best decide who to hire and in what position. Many of the girls cooed sillily at this remark. While many of the girls offered to escort him home, he declined and limped out under his own steam.

The limo driver was instantly obedient and whisked him away to his humble home. When he entered, he was stunned that his landlady, Mrs. Ellerby, was waiting in his living room. “Oh, Mr. Weinerdinck, Master, I apologize for not being able to offer you what you deserve. This is now your house, free and clear, and if there is anything we can do to make it nicer, just let me or my family know. Would you like our house instead? It is not much bigger, but it is located in a nicer neighborhood!” Trock demurred, waving the hand-wringing woman away. “If there is anything else, sir, just let my daughter know and she will pass it on to me.” Daughter, he wondered? As Throck entered the bedroom, he saw that his bed was filled with three delightfully naked gorgeous young women. “Mr. Weinerdinck, I am Tanya Ellerby- I believe you know my mom. These are my friends, Linda (the stunning brunette on her left dimpled as she smiled) and Niko (the Oriental doll on her right grinned). When my mom realized that YOU lived here, of all people, she told me to come and be ready to serve you. She also suggested I bring some friends. Once I knew who you were, I asked my two hottest friends to join me. We hope you don’t mind, but we would all love to serve you however we can.”

Throck explained that he was tired and had only planned on ordering pizza and taking a shower. The trio instantly swept into service. Niko started a warm shower as Tanya learned about is pizza preferences and Linda started to undress him. Within minutes, food was ordered and the four were in the small bathroom getting him squeaky clean. Only his firm order that they not make him cum again kept his cock safe from enthusiastic over-manipulation. As they dried off, Throck heard sirens pulling up in front of his house. He peeked out his curtains to see three pizza delivery cars with an escort of cruisers around them. As the cute delivery girls brought in piles of food, they explained that once they knew who the food was for, their manager insisted on tripling the order, making the best food they could, and sending his best girls out with it. They had been in such a hurry that they got pulled over. When the cops found out who this was for, they escorted the delivery vehicles without another thought. The police were just as eager to meet ‘Mr. Weinerdick’ as the delivery girls were, especially an attractive older female officer who stayed behind to offer security as the others eventually left- promising to patrol the area regularly for his benefit.

Throck kissed each delivery girl and the female cop, and fondled the impressive chest one of them had. He collected their names and numbers and had the cop help them back to the pizza joint. Throck, Linda, Tanya, and Niko enjoyed the pizza as they watched an old movie. Throck barely had to move- the three girls were almost psychic in their ability to guess his needs- napkins, tea, a blanket, turn the volume up... he barely opened his mouth and they hopped unerringly to fulfill his whim. He slept with them acting as living pillows and blankets.

The next morning, he was awakened by a contingent of his poker buddies knocking at the door. “Throck, old buddy!” They greeted him with enthusiasm. When Throck asked them what was going on, one of them spilled his tale. It turns out that one of the guys was watching The Commercial (Throck knew which one he meant) when he suddenly remembered that guy he played poker with- that his full name was Throckmorton Paris Weinerdinck. As soon as she said that, his wife perked up and insisted they do what they could to help their master, er, friend out.

Quickly, the poker guys were all called and had met with their wives and families into the night. Some of the people at the meeting were reluctant to help- some of the stuff they were discussing was way over the top, but after The Commercial had come on and played a couple times, even they were enthusiastic about helping good old Throck. There was a lot of debate about several issues- should they make-over his house, or just offer to give him one of theirs? Could they just give him one of their cars, or would it be better to offer him unlimited rides or just chip in for a new car?

They agreed that if he wanted any of their wives, they would be honored beyond belief (and they all paused reverently when one of them asked ‘can you imagine if he got one of our wives pregnant?!?’), but they also figured he could do so much better- until Bernie offered his daughter. While she was upset at being woken at two in the morning, Felicia was instantly accepting once she learned who it was for. That started a chain reaction as each of the men and their wives called their sexiest friends and co-workers. The oddity of these men asking their wives, sisters, kids, old babysitters, and other women if they want to be sex slaves and fuck one of their buddies escaped most of the men- it felt so natural.

On he other hand, the image in the minds of the men and their wives of their daughters or friends being bent over and fucked royally by the glorious Throckmorton Paris Weinerdinck (deep sighs) got them all hot and bothered. Round about three in the morning there was an orgy going on in Bill’s house the likes of which the neighborhood had never seen- and every person there was wishing they were with good old Throck.

That morning, when the tired but well-satisfied contingent showed up at Mr. Weinerdinck’s humble front door, it was with a deep sense of awe and reverence that they stood before Him. Bill was acting as the spokesperson as he stammered out an apology for the fact that they had not realized who they had been messing around with for the last year or so. Bill offered Throck everything he could- houses, cars, money, skills, strong backs, cooking, sewing, cleaning, anything they and their wives and their families had was His to do with as He wished. At this time, Bill called out to a van parked in the drive and the side door opened to disgorge almost a dozen sexily-clad girls and women of all colors and sizes. They were all dressed to impress and arouse thanks to an early morning run to the local all-night sex shop. As Throck was sorting out this newest wave of nearly nude nubile naughtiness, things were happening on other levels. The president of Throck’s credit card company had been notified of Throckmorton Paris Weinerdinck’s existence by several clerks and was putting things in motion- each suggestion met with enthusiastic unanimous approvals. What was the best executive jet the company owned was transferred to His name and a unique card was prepared- one with no limits at all, that would never need to be paid on, and that would be accepted by anyone tied in any way to the companies computer system.

Scattered across America, old teachers and bosses were waking up to the fact that the dorky kid they remembered was their new Lord and Master. The realization made some cry in shame and happiness, some write hasty letters of apology and devotion, and some masturbate for hours. The Social Security Administration was releasing a memo across the government about who their new King was and where he lived. Congress, the Senate, and the Supreme Court were discussing what to do even as Throck’s mayor and governor were doing about the same thing. It took a bit, but all of the layers of government got moving in the same direction in an amazingly short amount of time. Air Force One (which would be renamed and repainted as soon as Lord Weinerdinck announced what He wanted) was dispatched to Throck’s town.

Throck, on the other hand, was getting freaked out. He was surrounded by people who just wanted to adore him and help him and touch him and it was freaking him out! He grabbed Tanya, Linda, and Niko... and a couple of the new women- Ann and Elly- and hopped in van to take off. The women rotated driving following His direct order to ‘go west’ and drive safely. The baffled contingent back at his house in the meantime debated calling the cops for his own safety, or obeying his implied order to leave him alone. When the President of the US and other officials showed up it just made things more confusing.

Throck was watching the ceiling mounted TV and saw that some stations had apparently switched to showing The Commercial almost non-stop, while dozens of others seemed to be dedicated to ‘All Throckmorton P Weinerdinck All The Time’ sorts of formats. Dear God, he wondered- where were they getting all this information? What in the hell was going on? The Commercial caught his eye again and got him to thinking that everything changed when it started to play. That damn tortoise thing- somehow it was behind all of this! Throck called a friend at a TV station and explained that he wanted to know where the commercial came from, who was behind it. By now, his friend knew who Throck was and was eager to do his Lord’s bidding. A spreading tree of calls soon revealed that The Commercial was from Lincoln, Nebraska, apparently from the university’s TV station.

Glancing at a map, Throck realized he could be there in hours. He gave the girls their orders and settled back. Throck was blissfully unaware that he was being tracked by satellite, and that dozens of law enforcement officers were scattered around him. An ad hoc committee of top officials newly dedicated to Throck’s service had decided that their Lord wanted to stay incognito for some reason, possibly to reveal Himself in his own way. They knew about the call and destination so had decided to help as best they could from behind the scenes.

Throck did not realize that every station they had stopped at for gas, food, and bathroom breaks had been prewarned to not make a fuss and to only pretend to charge Him or His crew. Throck never really noticed that most of the ‘customers’ were crack military personnel or dignitaries who just wanted to see their master first-hand. If Throck would have known that the guy who pumped his gas at the last stop was the President of the United States, he would probably have crapped his pants. He really would have been freaked out at how aroused the President’s wife was that her hubby had been that close to her Lord and jumped the guy’s bones hard as soon as he was back in his own limo.

Throck arrived at the address he had been given to find an orgy going on. The entire apartment building was writhing in naked co-eds cooing over and serving some geeky looking kid. A large poster on the wall proclaimed “I AM THROCKMORTON PARIS WEINERDINCK” with the kid’s photo on it. Throck also noticed that there were no working TVs in the area, so none of the people in the building would have seen him on any of the newscasts dedicated to him.

“Excuse me. Who are you?” Throck asked the kid. When he tried to insist that he was Throckmorton P…, the real Throck interrupted him. “Can you prove it? Here is my ID. Where’s yours?” Throck showed his ID card to the assembled and new confused posse of delightful pussy. They all looked at the kid. As the kid paused, the mood of the girls was shifting.

“Er… I don’t have any ID on me right now…” Throck demanded him to show ANYTHING with his supposed name, other than the poster. As the kid tried to weasel his way out of things, Throck was finding mail addressed to someone named Jeff Thornton at this address.

A knock on the door revealed several heavily armed and protected cops. “Police, Mr. Weinerdinck. We have been following you for a while and wondered if you needed any assistance” The officer was talking to the real Throck as his men watched the other guy.

“Thank you, officer. Can you please ask this gentleman what his real name is and what is going on?” The officer asked and the man broke down quickly. His name was indeed Jeff Thornton and he had created some video subliminal effects he had built into the ‘save the world’ commercial. It was only being shown on campus to help him get some tail and respect. A line in the code, though, demanded that people do what they could to spread the message, so someone sent it to a network..

“Why did you key it to trigger on my name?” Asked a bewildered Throck.

“It had to be a word trigger, and a name would have been best. I couldn’t use my own name because there are dozens of people with my name on the Internet, so I found a weird name site and used one from there. I… I don’t understand. I Googled the name and did not find anyone using it- how did I miss you?” Throck did not answer him but thanked his lucky stars that he did so little that would make flags for his name on-line. He also thanked his parents and that dumb name contest for setting him up for all of this.

EPILOGUE

Throck, the Lord and Master of the World, was lounging in a hammock on a tropical island being fanned by numbers 4 and 5 of the Most Beautiful Women in the World Contest He had initiated by combining the Miss Universe Pagent, Maxim Magazine’s Top 50 Women, and some other contests. The top 50 each year became his enthusiastic servants. The number 1 and 2 women of the year were laying with him in the large hammock and number 3 was fetching him another drink.

Under His leadership, the world was doing OK. Most civil wars had been settled, most religious and philosophical differences were winding down as His word on such things was considered law.. He was a beneficent ruler with a hand’s-off style. He had helped craft a series of ‘standing orders’ and guidelines that the rest of the leadership was putting in place. The world was not perfect, but it was better for most people, and there was general happiness.

The Romans tried ‘bread and circuses’ to placate the masses. Throck, rather unintentionally, used sex. He had always enjoyed sex, even if He rarely had it. Now that it was so easy for Him to indulge, he did so often. This had a lot of spin-offs. Some labs decided to make a safer, cheaper Viagra-like product for Him so He could have sex more often, while another lab figured out drugs that helped Him increase His size and another found ways to make women more attractive to His standards.

Video feeds of Throck were so common that He ignored them, and really did not notice that they rolled even when he was hip deep in sweet, sweet sex. ThrockPorn drove an impressively large chunk of the world economy. They added a new form of Olympics- the so-called ‘Bedroom Games’ with sports like synchronized team fucking, nude wrestling (with a different form of being ‘pinned’’), a variation on football played by mostly nude mixed sex teams, etc.

None of this was on Throck’s mind as He stretched lazily rubbing his arm against the soft, warm breasts of Inga to his right. As he gathered the busty Russian brunette to His arms to kiss her deeply, Angelina to his left stirred and rolled against him, stroking His hip and nuzzling His shoulders. His cock stirred, and stirred quite a bit thanks to the drugs He had been taking lately. Each of the girls reached at the same time and giggled when they touched. Angelina slipped off the hammock to lean against it. (Experience has shown Throck that three-ways on the hammock were too-often unstable.)

Angelina gently engulfed her Master in her mouth as Inga continued stroking his shaft and balls. Throck was suckling on Inga’s luscious tits, something He rarely tired of, as Inga shifted position to take advantage of His magnificent hard-on. Angelina positioned Him at Inga’s sopping opening and licked what she could where the two were joined. Inga rode Throck in a cowgirl position, complete with yipping and thrashing as if she was really riding a bull. Angelina had to stop her ministrations to avoid getting crushed by the enthusiastic rider. Girls 3 through 5 watched and sighed wishing it was them. On video screens everywhere, billions of other people were wishing the same thing.