It wasn’t simply attraction–attraction was familiar to him. No, this was more than that–it was beyond desire, it was–if forced to put a name to it–covetousness. The young man was merely an object to him, a thing he didn’t possess, and he wanted it. He wanted it wrapped around his cock, he wanted it at his beck and call, he wanted it to do whatever he desired. He wanted to control it, to own it. The young man’s name tag had said Philip, and with the help of Junior specialized database, he was able to identify him as Philip Rutledge–son of Edgar Rutledge, one of the members of the company’s board of directors, and so he had been a necessary candidate for a paid internship while he was pursuing a degree in business at a nearby private college. Not particularly smart, straight but with enough curiosity in him that he had potential, and that face! He couldn’t stop staring at his headshot, that sly smile, the dirty blonde hair long enough to hold onto, but not long enough to look messy, the freckles that would look so stellar covered with a facial of cum…he could just imagine it–but to help with the image, he made the picture full screen and shot his wad across the monitor, just to…see it for himself.
Junior sensed the change in him almost immediately–it didn’t help that during one of their evening fucks out in the cool evening beside the pool, his stepfather shouted out the name “Philip” loud enough that the neighbors could hear if their windows were open. Max tried to apologize, but Junior seemed more pleased than anything else, and began asking for details of his daddy’s first “work crush”. Max gave him all the details he’d memorized, told him some of his fantasies, and at work, his days became dominated by a desperate urge to stalk his prey whenever he could–and he quickly discovered that Philip did almost no work at all.
The young man would arrive to work late by an hour or two, and often not even bother going to his desk. Instead, he would go to the company gym and work out for an hour or two, shower and head to the cafeteria for a lazy lunch, and then surf the internet for the rest of the day or chat with an employee or two, before leaving early. Max, of course, could imagine all sorts of better ways the young man’s time could be spent, of course, but he simply didn’t know how. He confessed this to Junior, and his stepson laughed.
“Have you considered talking to him, daddy? Trust me, I find it hard to imagine a young man could resist your desires–trust me.”
So, buoyed by Junior’s confidence in him, he made contact one afternoon, stopping by his desk “by accident” in order to find another employee nearby, and he could see it–the jolt of surprise in Philip’s body, the tent in the front of his pants where he was sitting–and Max licked his lips. They chatted for a while, and Max stepped closer, putting his hand on Philip’s shoulder, relishing his confusion at being so turned on by this older man he’d just met. Max knew he could have him. He could have him right now, but he pulled himself back, deciding to prolong their mutual desire for a few more days.
Hunter became the hunted. Philip began pursuing him, rather than the other way around. Max, of course, was happy to make this easy for him, “showing up” in the gym for a chance to relax in the sauna, appearing in the cafeteria and joining Philip for lunch beside him, his hand resting on the young man’s knee before slipping down to his inner thigh. Philip was disgusted that he could be feeling any attraction to this potbellied man, and yet his body leaned in anyway, eager for his touch and his approval. After two days of cat and mouse–Philip couldn’t resist any longer–and when he saw Max enter the sauna, he hesitated for a minute, and then followed him inside–finding the head of HR already naked on the bench, legs spread wide, his long thick cock half hard between his legs. “I was wondering when you’d decide to join me in here, boy,” Max said, smirking, “Why don’t you lock the door, give us some privacy, and get down on your knees here?”
Being faced with the man’s cock, Philip felt his confidence waver. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean, I thought it was empty…” he stammered, and started to leave, but Max stood up, grabbed his wrist, and gently tugged him into the room. Philip wanted to fight, he wanted to resist, but he just stood there as Max felt him up, running his hands over his muscular body as he began to sweat in the hot steam.
“I don’t think this is the wrong room for you at all, do you?”
Philip tried to come up with another excuse, but Max shoved his hand in his gym shorts, making him moan instead, pushing his soft gut into him. He could smell him, and Philip…he wanted him. Max gave gentle pressure on his shoulder, but he buckled his knees willingly, licked his lips, and timidly took the head of Max’s cock in his mouth.
Max put one hand on his head and ruffled his hair gently, “That’s better, show daddy how much you’ve want his cock.”
Philip took it slowly; Max grew impatient. He reached over and locked the door, before wrapping his heads around the back of Philip’s head, and shoving his entire cock down his gagging throat. He tried to push back, but he didn’t have control anymore–and probably wouldn’t have much control from that moment on, Max thought as he skullfucked the young man, came, wrapped his towel back around his waist and left Philip there on his knees, unable to believe what had just happened to him…and how much he wanted it to happen again. Still, he cleaned himself off and tried to focus on his workout, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the cock he’d just tasted. When it came time for lunch, he found himself both hoping and not hoping that Max would join him, but he wasn’t there–and so, after eating, he locked himself in a stall in the bathroom, jacking off to his memory of the sauna.
Max lured him in for the next several days, forcing Philip to come to him, to beg him for cock, to offer himself up in the gym, in his office. Max started taking him out to bars after work–gay bars–where Philip would find himself hanging on Max’s every word, even as he humiliated himself in front of the other patrons–sitting in Max’s soft lap and grinding his ass into his cock, letting Max put his hands wherever he wanted whenever he wanted…he had no control over himself, and…and he kind of liked it. Max liked it too–and before too long he had Philip firmly wrapped around his finger–dictating his work wardrobe–making sure his suits were particularly tight and slutty around his ass and that he always had on appropriate underwear–jockstraps, preferably. Philip began working out even more, honing his physique so Max would shower him with more praise, but as Philip became more and more loyal, Max found himself growing bored–so he perused Junior’s database, selected another target, and began the process all over again.
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