I strolled around the room, thinking hard. By the second lap around the long table, I noticed the side door had been left ajar. That stopped me short. Maybe he was waiting for me at the next room? I approached the door and tried to see what was on the other side without touching it. It looked like a small waiting room, and it was completely quiet.Right across that waiting room, I saw a couch against a glass wall by a closed door. Massive blinds covered the glass wall, but they weren’t closed. My eyes needed a minute to grasp the scene unfolding in the large office behind the blinds.I froze, then stepped back so fast I almost tripped on my own feet. The glimpse I’d just had made me blush hard. Two men were in the office, Big Ellie one of them. He was resting against a big wealthy desk, hands grasping the edge, his head back, closed eyes, parted lips. The other guy was sitting right before him, head down on Big Ellie’s crotch, clearly giving him a blowjob.The idea made me frown. Was
Cold water felt great on my burning face. I rested my forearms at each side of the basin, letting my head hang between my burdened shoulders, eyes closed.Shit! How come two dudes fucking had almost turned me on? What on earth had I found arousing about it? Was it knowing what banging an oiled ass felt like?The faucet timer cut the water off, so I moved my hand under the sensor to make it run again and keep washing my face. It was better than musing, so I did it every time the water stopped.That definitely didn’t look like a random fuck. The way they’d kissed spoke volumes. And Big Ellie’s face, showing he was as lost as the other guy to the sensations of the moment, was— Was that what he was grooming me for? To take Mr. All Fours’ place as his office toy boy?Like hell! I would’ve stuck my whole head under the running water to escape those upsetting thoughts, especially when the ring popped up among them, with its pretty pad that teased and oiled my ass. Or those GIFs and pics of m
“There’s nothing addictive about this,” he said matter-of-factly. “You may call it the weed of lubes: you like how it feels and grow used to it, but that’s it.” He scoffed again. “You ain’t getting withdrawal syndrome or anything if you stop using it.”“Then why can’t I enjoy sex with my girl as I used to unless I use it? It was the best we had, until you and your fucking oil came between us!”He stepped closer, flashing one of his smug smirks, his dark eyes looking straight into mine. I fought back my instinct of backing away to preserve my personal space and he came to stand only inches away from me.“Really?” His eyes moved over my face to land on my lips. “I like that.”I set my jaw when his hand closed on my crotch, where my cock needed about a heartbeat to nod hi. His smirk widened while his thumb brushed my groin.“But that’s not on the oil,” he whispered, meeting my eyes again. “Can’t you see what it is I’m giving you that you can’t find with that chick of yours?”“You ain’t g
“Why d’you do this?” I murmured before I could stop myself.Because I couldn’t face the answer to why I was still there, letting him wrap his tie around my crossed wrists, first from side to side, then over and under.He fastened the ends together and looked up at me, surprised. I stole away from his knowing eyes.“Don’t you know?” he asked.He hooked his fingers through the tie wraps and tugged, making me follow him to the wall just past the cupboard end. He made me stand there, back to the wall, and lifted my arms to hang a couple of wraps from a coat rack an inch above my head. Feeling his hand on my crotch again gave me the perfect excuse to close my eyes. He was so close, that the shaky sigh that escaped my lips made my chest brush his.“I do this because I want you,” he whispered, and the husky edge in his deep voice felt as terrifying as enticing, especially because he unbuckled my belt as he spoke. “And I’m gonna make you mine.”His hand sneaking into my slacks distracted me f
I could only do what I always did whenever he summoned me to room twelve. What I’d longed for while he was away: I gave in completely, oblivious to everything but his kinky mouth, shivering and moaning and gasping.“I’m gonna come!” I groaned, unable to keep my hips from humping into his mouth.To my utter surprise, he didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking, stroking and rubbing.“Please!”The way he glanced up at me, with half my cock in his mouth, made my legs shake from knees up as my whole groin caught fire. There was nothing I could do to stop the gush of burning relief that gurgled up my cock. He didn’t back away. He took it all, jerking my shaft as to squeeze it dry.“Oh, shit,” I mumbled, feeling like a battered punching ball hanging from the coat rack.Big Ellie put my cock back into my trunks, still pounding and resisting to die down, and stood up.“See?” he said in my ear, mockingly. “It’s not the oil.”I kept my eyes closed, fighting to catch my breath, and ignored his i
What? I felt a pull from the wraps and they fell loose, releasing my hands. I rested my fists against the wall by my head, trying to catch my breath.“Really?” I asked.“Sure.”I finally straightened up and brought my hands down, turning to him. He read my suspicious surprise on my face and flashed a quick smirk.“Go. Have a nice evening with your chick.”“You know you’re a ruthless son of a bitch, right?” I grunted, doing the buttons to my fly.“And I love it. Like you.”He sat down at the head of the table, settling the bottle of oil in front of him as he watched me button up my shirt and try to smooth the wrinkles. I faced him, hesitating. Something was off and I couldn’t put my finger on it.“Sure I can go? You ain’t calling security or anything?”He frowned, shaking his head slightly. “No. You’re free to go.” His hand waved to the door and came to rest on the bottle. “Or you can stay and have the kind of fun you like. From now on, it’ll be up to you.”I closed my eyes for a heart
I couldn’t tell why I stood up even if my life depended on it. Maybe out of habit of doing anything he told me to.“You didn’t feel like going back home yet?” he asked as we headed back to the Square together.I shook my head, wondering why I was so incapable of saying no to him.“And you don’t have anywhere else to go.”I shook my head again. No matter how pathetic it sounded, there was no point in lying after he’d found me like that.When we reached the parking lot, he took me around the Square to a door on the west side. He pressed his thumb on a touchscreen on the frame and waited. It took a moment to slide open, revealing a glass elevator that ran on the outer side of the building. I’d never been on that side of the lot, basically because I had nothing to do there, so I’d never seen the elevator before. We got in and the booth started up the glass well, letting the city skyline show up past the trees that surrounded the lot fence. The booth had no buttons: it had only one destina
He glanced back at me from over his shoulder. “Bullshit,” he said, and threw a bag on the island. “D’you like seafood?”No doubt food is the way to a man’s heart. “Sure.”“Great. Lou’s allergic, so I can only have it when he’s not home.”“You guys live together?” I asked, suddenly alarmed by the perspective of Mr. All Fours walking in at any moment, to find his alpha having dinner with the rebellious pet.“Sort of. We’re what you can call an open couple, and we like to have our own places in case we need some room. We only get together when we feel like it. Which is pretty often anyway.”“Ouch,” I grunted.“Sorry, didn’t mean to—” He flashed a quick smile.“It’s okay. Let me lend a hand,” I said, dropping my bag on the table as I still tried to believe my ears. Had the arrogant prick just apologized for something he’d said to me?He was filling a pot with tap water, and gave me room to wash my hands, asking me about the seminar like he and I about to cook together was such a normal th