“Oh…sir, thank you sir…” Jules groaned, gripping the table as his employer fucked him, Junior standing beside him, kissing his stepfather, toying with his nipples, massaging his belly as he fucked slowly, and then faster, taking what he wanted, making Jules moan louder with each thrust, showing him that he wasn’t simply employed here, that he was owned, and that he was happy being owned. Then, he came, and he came deep, and when he slid his cock out, he was surprised to find that a couple extra inches had appeared, bringing the length slightly past ten inches.
“I realized I hadn’t been fair to you before, and you’re doing so very well, adjusting to all of this, that I wanted to be sure to reward you properly, Daddy,” Junior ran his hand up and down his softening cock, “I do so want you to be happy, Daddy, because if you’re happy, then I’m very, very happy.”
What was he doing? He was standing in a dining room. Not his dining room, he’d never been in here before. He’d just stuffed himself, sucked off a houseboy who he thought might have been a previous co-worker of his, and then fucked him to a second orgasm he could now see splattered across the floor beneath the table, all while his stepson had been encouraging him. This was wrong. He knew this was wrong, and at the same time, he didn’t care. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was that he liked it. He liked that it was wrong, he liked that if anyone had seen this, if anyone normal had seen what he’d just done, they would be disgusted with him. He liked that, it was turning him on, and his cock was still hard in his stepson’s hand, it was still hard, and Junior knew it, and he was smiling, and that hunger in him was still there.
“What do you think Daddy? How about some time by the pool? I love how the sun feels on my skin, don’t you?” then he leaned in a bit closer, to his ear, “And we could fuck in the open, we could fuck in the open, and someone might see us…”
He liked that idea. He liked that idea a lot more than he should, but he liked it, and his stepson led him out into the sun by his hard cock, and they fucked all afternoon long, and by the end of the day, by the time he’d stuffed himself all over again for dinner, by the time a very similar Sunday had come and gone, he had forgotten all about that old, dreary, one bedroom apartment. All about that old Max. This was his life now, but what he didn’t know, was what it was going to cost.
***
Come Monday, Max finally returned to work after his somewhat impromptu vacation away. He heaved himself out of the car–a massive breakfast already straining under his belt–and he realized he had no idea what he was doing here. He hadn’t received any sort of training for this position, and he imagined that being head of HR came with all sorts of responsibilities he had no expectations for…until he got in the building, and found himself already walking a somehow familiar path to the elevator, pushing the button for a floor much higher than usual, and arrived at his office somewhat late, but no later than he usually was–his staff waiting for him for their weekly meeting to discuss the problems of the week, and Mac found it much easier to fake the position of leader than he had expected. In fact, he began to suspect that he wasn’t faking it at all, as he delegated the tasks among his team members, reserving a few for himself–and by the time Junior arrived at his office to take him out to lunch, he was reasonably confident that he had nothing to worry about after all.
He spent a few minutes making out with his stepson in the privacy of his office, before they excused themselves and slipped out for lunch–he told his staff that he’d only be gone an hour, and Junior snickered softly–in fact, they didn’t return for two hours. Junior had insisted they go to a buffet and had proceeded to stuff Max to the gills, and he heaved himself back into the office–Junior taking a few minutes to suck him off under his desk, before letting his stepfather get back to his work, and after a few days, it began to feel like an old routine–and his rapidly expanding waistline seemed to agree. Each day, his suits fit a bit tighter, the gaps in his shirts between his buttons growing steadily, but he couldn’t seem to resist any sort of food–especially when it was Junior plying him. On Thursday, Junior was especially pleased with how much he’d eaten, and so when they returned to his office, instead of immediate sex, Junior opened up a database on Max’s computer that he hadn’t noticed before.
“A little gift, I got for you, daddy,” he said, “A database with information about every employee in the building–I know you have one you use for work, but this one is contains some extra information you might find…relevant to certain interests of yours.”
Indeed–it contained a wealth of information. In addition of headshots it contained complete physical descriptions of the employees–even the length of their cocks–as well as information on their sexual history and interests, their extracurricular hobbies, and even, in more than a few cases, blackmail material. “I don’t understand…how did you get all of this?”
“I have my ways, daddy–you should know better than anyone. Now, why don’t you thank your stepson properly today? My ass is aching for your big cock…”
Of course, Max had to taste Junior’s ass first, his stepson bent over his desk while he got down behind him, spreading his cheeks with his hands, burrowing his tongue up his chute until it had loosened nicely–then he stood up and gave him a long, slow fuck. Junior ended up cumming across his desk, and Max was more than happy to lick it up for him after he’d shot his load inside Junior. However, he still wasn’t quite sure what to do with Junior’s special database–until the next week, when he passed an intern in the hallway, and his heart was struck with a need he had never experienced before in his life.
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