A gay sex story: Need Pt. 02
Since that night in the bathroom I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.
Walking in on you – on your knees with the boss’s fat cock in your throat, pinning you there when all you wanted to do was flee from your humiliation – what a sight!
To be honest I never thought you were that attractive – so thin, pasty despite your Mediterranean complexion, and cagey, like you were always fighting internally with yourself. I like a sub who gives it all up freely, who accepts what they are and gives in to my commands willingly – anticipating them even. But that’s not you – and I guess that’s not what Ralph likes either. He is the boss for a reason – he likes to work. He likes a spirit that needs to be broken, and then savors every moment of breaking it. And I knew from the moment he hired you that he would break you.
That night in the bathroom was just the beginning… It was a beginning for me too.
I knew what Ralph liked of course, but he never let me get that close before. There’d be the odd rent boy he’d bring up to his office after-hours every once in a while – before shutting the blinds and turning up that EDM music he’d get coked up-to. I would still be able to hear the desk shaking and the moans above the pulsing beat.
I’d take my time cleaning your reception area outside his office, and that’s how he first caught on to me, a few months back. It was late. I should have been done by then. He finished pounding some young pup’s guts out and came out of the office sooner than I thought he would, shirt unbuttoned and zipping his fly. His surprise at finding me there flashed to anger for a moment – rage almost – but he caught me by surprise too, turning away a moment too late to hide the tent in my pants, pulling my hand out of the pocket I’d been stroking myself through. A spark of something knowing and calculating showed through his anger, and all he said was “Go home Hank, it’s late.”
The next time he brought someone up, about a week after that, he didn’t close the blinds quite as tightly and I got a glimpse of the chiseled redhead biting a ball-gag as Ralph plowed him from behind.
Then there were the elevator boys… twinks and twunks he’d make blow him, sometimes two at a time in the elevator he stopped between floors after everyone else had left. He knew I had access to the security footage – He’s getting bolder, I thought. The security company had access to that footage too…
Then there was Jeremy. That was the closest I’d gotten before you.
He started as one of the elevator boys, the only one I ever saw twice, the first time on his own, then with a friend. That boy took Ralph’s load right down his throat the first time, and then let Ralph give both him and his friend a facial the second time – before making out with his co-cocksucker with Ralph’s dick between both their cum-covered lips. A week later Ralph had hired him.
He sat where you sit now, typing away, answering the phones, very efficient. He could be steely, but also cocky. I looked at him for a long moment when he was hired, my knowledge must have been clear on my face. He held my stare steadily, and then turned up one corner of his mouth in the smallest grin.
That night, Ralph didn’t close the blinds. He had Jeremy on his side on top of the desk, facing away from the internal window, breeding him. Ralph never looked at me, but he knew I was there. His louder-than necessary grunt as he seeded Jeremy’s hole and the jerk of his head to the door was enough of a signal for me to leave before he let Jeremy see me. But Jeremy knew I was there too.
“Ralph’s sending me on a special assignment,” he said to me with a wink the next day. “You won’t be seeing me for a while…”
And then Ralph hired you.
He played a longer game with you – wore you down through obvious menial work, always letting you think you were performing just short of his satisfaction. He’d exchange a glance or two with me now and then behind your back – he was inviting me in, or so I thought.
Turns out he hadn’t intended for me to walk in on you that night. I thought the signs were clear – asking you to stay late while I was emptying your trash, following just a moment behind when you went to the bathroom, the long glance he gave me as he followed after you. He realized it too, after the fact, but was just intent on his main purpose that night, not fully aware that I had my own plans.
I almost left after walking in on you – I had expected some recognition of the game he was up to, but that flash of anger erupted in my direction again as soon as I walked in. That’s when I paused. Then he regrouped almost immediately and essentially commanded me to watch. It took me a moment to turn my attention back to you, but the shock of Ralph’s initial anger had given me a rush of adrenaline that only heightened the experience.
What a show you put on! That’s the hardest I’ve cum in years.
Then for weeks it was as if nothing had happened. You wouldn’t look me in the eye of course, but that was nothing new. You never did. Ralph didn’t say a word to me. And I stayed late each night, hoping for another show, or maybe even more… and then inevitably ended up relieving my blue balls once I got home, imagining your lips wrapped around my stiff cock.
There was that one afternoon encounter in the hallway just outside the broom closet. I actually caught your eye for a second, and I opened the door, half expecting you to follow me in. You lingered for a moment, but then you looked down the hallway and rushed back to your desk. Of course Ralph was at the other end when I looked, walking towards me already. There was no anger on his face but the hair on my neck stood up – the opposite reaction to my cock. He stopped for a second, but all he said was, “The windows in the conference room need cleaning, Hank.” It was a relief, but also a disappointment.
And then, after tonight, it made more sense…
I had pretty much given up hope, but the conference room light wasn’t usually left on after hours, and the creaking chair was enough to get my hopes up as I approached the door that had been left open a crack.
And there you were…shirt open, pants around your ankles, bouncing up and down on Ralph’s dick in the boss’s premium leather chair at the head of the conference table. You looked down as I pushed the door open, but Ralph didn’t let you hide in your averted gaze for more than a moment. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he lifted your chin, and said, “Say hello Hank.”
“Hello Hank.” you parrotted, cheeks reddening with shame.
“Tell him you want him to stay.”
“I want you to stay.”
“Ask him if he wants to watch.”
A moment’s hesitation, then: “Do you want to watch?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded my head.
Ralph still had one hand on your neck, and the other wrapped around your cock, stroking you slowly, matching his thrusts into you from below. Ralph was fully clothed, except for his dick impaling your asshole, but your state of half-undress showed how much you were enjoying this. The fluorescent light highlighted the precum leaking from your standing cock, and showed how hard your tan nipple was as Ralph lowered his hand from your neck and started massaging your nipple to the same rhythm as his thrusts and his fist around your cock.