Promotion

When the glass door fell shut next to him, the neighboring glass walls vibrating against his back from the eruption, he gasped, his back leaning next to the door. After the call he had received from his co-worker, to come see him in his office the fastest way possible, and the strange tone of voice coming from the other end of the receiver, he had started to feel an urge to be here, as soon as he wanted him to arrive.

His hands were stuffed in his suit's pants, stroking his thighs lightly through the thin silky fabric of the pockets. This could also be a totally different case of “I need to see you in my office” than what he was hoping -or more craving for- but it didn't matter. By now, he was so in control of his needs that he blanked out the chances of coming here for nothing. The simple glance from his co-worker with those deep and dark eyes made his soul moan, mesmerizing his mind until he could no longer ignore his arousal. Only standing here in front of this man made him lose it.

“You want to have this conversation from afar?” The same strange voice flew over to him and left an invisible mark on his lips, causing him to buck his hips a little. His half-closed eyes roamed over his conversation partner's appearance, registering the soft black hair, a black jacket to a white chemise, the first three bottoms opened and a night blue satin tie loosely hanging around his neck. Lingering his gaze on the little of chest he could see for a moment, he moved up to take in the manly face of his colleague. Some strands covered his left eye, his tongue was absentmindedly licking over his lower lip, as his look of hunger examined his visitor's body. A smirk inhabited his face and he beckoned the man across the room closer, ordering him to take a seat in front of his desk.

“Do you have a clue why I instructed you to come here?” Without losing the smirk on his lips, he leaned back in his expensive leather chair, legs spread a little. A perfect sight for a profile photo, with the sign announcing the man's name was positioned on the right spot on his desk. Mr. Michael Shinoda. Some part of him wanted to know since when his co-worker had his own sign, but he was too engulfed in the sweetness of the situation.

He harrumphed. “No, I have no idea.” His trousers became tighter.

“Then I'm happy to bring you the good news myself. I got a promotion,” Michael smirked. For a moment, there was complete silence as if to give him time to understand the changes this promotion brought along but his misted mind wasn't able to comprehend any of things that were leaving the other man's mouth. “As you don't seem to understand what that means for you, here is a quick explanation. From this very second on, I am your boss which makes you my underling.”

Underling? Made it all even more exciting. “My congrats, Mike,” he pressed out, having trouble to bite back his moans. The tie around his neck seemed to tight all of a sudden, a thin layer of sweat crawled on top of his skin. To make it all worse, he reflexively shifted on his chair, like he always did when felt uncomfortable.

“Uh uh uh, I'm 'sir' for you, Chester. You don't want to get into trouble with me, do you?” His eyes were hypnotizing the man on the other side of the table, like a snake would weaken its prey. Being aware of his advantage over his underling, he widened his tie a little more and revealed a bit more of his bare chest, knowing too well how drove the other male crazy. “But that wasn't the only thing why I wanted you to come here...”

“What is it, M- sir?” Watching how his new boss was undressing himself even more, caused a lump to block his throat and his voice sounded dry. He was close to crawl over the desk, tear his clothes from his own body and beg his supervisor to take him right there. Never before in his life had he felt more aroused than right then.

“You see...” Michael's facial expression turned from a smirk into a stern look, more threatening Chester than begging him closer. Reaching out for his name sign, stroking over the pronounced black letters of his name on the smooth silver surface, he bit his lip at the sensation but was distracted by a quiet moan from the other side of the room. The expression on his old friend's face made the smirk return to his lips, just too sexy was the image of the older designer to watch his fingers move over the silver metal, leaned back in the discomforting wooden chair, legs widely apart while one hand was working on the tie. To prove his assumption, he rubbed his thumb over his first name roughly and stole a gasp from Chester in the process. “Are you feeling well, Chester?”

Snapping back into reality, Chester replied stuttering, “Y-yeah, I'm alright...” He had lost himself watching Michael's fingers caressing his own name sign. Strangely enough he had wished it was his manhood to be touched like this, the long and soft fingers of his boss rubbing over his skin...

“You are sweating,” the black-haired supervisor pointed out and couldn't hide a chuckle. His friend was right where he wanted him and he hadn't even done much yet; probably his call had inflicted enough to turn the other man into such a mess.

Chester shook his head. “I-I'm fine, really.” As soon as those words were voiced, Mr. Shinoda resumed to play with his metallic name sign, making him moan again. A little more and he wouldn't be able to hold himself back anymore, he was already so close to break.

Nasty laughter filled the office and Michael took the piece of metal into his hands, one hand wrapping around it and the other shoving it in and out of the grip. The longer he seduced Chester, the more he broke him; and an abulic, horny Chester was the best promotion gift ever. More moans erupted from the inferior designer, hips bucking restlessly up and down, craving to be taking hold of. Hands moved under the thin material of the graphite chemise, stroking over the sensitive spots of their owner's chest, desperately trying to get more friction.

An idea popped up in Michael's head and he abandoned the sign on the desk, much to his underling's disapproval. “Get naked,” he instructed in a cool undertone, making sure to let Chester feel who was in control. Without any disobeying, the other man started taking off his jacket and shoes, soon followed by his pants. His face was flawless, a prominent shape, smooth skin and shining brown eyes, adorned by thin rosy lips. Some of his brunette hair was falling into the center of his forehead, the sides cut short and some strands curled up lightly. Why hadn't he called such a handsome man earlier?

When his underling was completely undressed and was just fiddling with the tie, Michael rose from his chair and walked over to the naked man, gripping onto his wrists and whispered into his ear, “You look even hotter with just a tie on...” Then turned him around in one move and pushed him onto the desk, parting his legs roughly. Chester's crotch was unprotected from Michael's hungry eyes, his tongue licking over his lips looking at the fully erected manhood in front of him. And the fact that the other man was his sex slave for the moment, made it all so much better. Pulling Chester closer by his tie, their lips fused into a passionate but rough kiss. They were both hungry for each other and the want for the other's touches grew more and more every second. While they shoved their tongues into each other's mouths, Chester's hand reached out to touch Michael through his precious suits pants, catching his boss off-guard and elicited a moan from him. “Oh, you dirty boy...,” the younger male hissed and pushed the brunette back onto the table, holding both wrists down with one hand while the other was reaching for his name sign again, bringing it into Chester's vision.

Seeing the metal piece again, Chester couldn't help but moan loudly, keeping his body still and curiously awaiting what his supervisor was planning to do with it. So far he couldn't remember to have had a more erotic experience in his life than what was happening in this office. And when Michael brought his own name closer to his lips, he desperately lashed out with his tongue, wanting to touch his name with it, feeling the curves of each letter and the coolness of the material.

“You are such a bad boy,” Michael chuckled as he watched his sex slave licking over the black letters that formed his name as if it was the most delicious flavor. “Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Lying all naked on your boss's desk and licking off his name – literally.” His words turned both of them on even more, so he decided to continue while his inferior colleague was busy sucking off the 'o' of his last name. “Naughty little piece of shit.”

At the last insult, Chester couldn't resist to buck hips up widely, a moan breaking out of his throat violently. It somehow felt amazing to be treated as an inferior person, to be submissive. He drew along the lines of the first letter of the name with his tongue, knowing how hard it made his boss. And imagining to lick the huge and aroused manhood of him drove him insane. “Fuck... me, sir... please,” Chester panted against the 'M' he had just been sucking on.

“Your first good idea, I'll reward you.” Throwing the name sign aside and pulling at the silky black tie again to force his underling to follow him, shoving him against the glass wall through which everyone was able to look inside. “And everyone will be watching you. Doesn't that sound like a good reward?” Without giving Chester the chance to answer, he ripped off the tie from his neck, turned him around so slam his front against the glass. A loud moan was heard when the cold surface touched the brunette's private area, causing him to beg for more. “You're so pathetic, everyone can see how hard you are and I'm not even touching you,” Michael spat into his ear while he was tying the naked man's hands together behind his back, using the black tie for that.

A little bit nervous, the boss of the graphic design part of the company took a glimpse outside, mostly not caring that everybody could see him fuck another man. More awkward and disgusting things had happened in the past of the company and what he was about to do to this sexy male body wasn't that shocking. He wouldn't have to fear to get fired nor would his slave, and thinking of it, he would call him more often in the future.

While unzipping his pants and freeing his throbbing dick, he was watching the people on the corridor, passing by or halting to comprehend what they were seeing. One of them was their lawyer, an average man in his late twenties, not one of the wild type like his new underling. Smirking at that thought, he leaned his body against him, one hand guiding himself to the other's asshole. “Open your eyes,” he hissed, his hand moving along his own shaft, pre-cum oozing out the tip. Swallowing a moan, his hand brought his cock closer to Chester's entrance, smearing his cum everywhere. “Look to your left.” And he pushed into him, the older man instantly closed his eyes again and yelled in pleasure and pain, his nipples rubbing against the even surface of the window. Gripping onto his hips tightly, Michael started to thrust in harder, slamming Chester's defenseless body against the wall. “Isn't that Delson, the guy you like? He's watching you getting fucked.” The reflection in the window revealed that Chester had opened his eyes, probably to see it himself, and a sound of pleasure left his lips. “You slut like it, huh? That he's watching you... oh, I bet he would love to join us.” At this, the supervisor thrust in deeper, pressing Chester against the glass, one hand pulling at his brown hair. “Open your mouth... good boy. And now imagine his hard cock shoving in and out of it... how does it feel?”

The very next moment, Chester's moans echoed off the walls of the office as his boss's manhood was thrusting in and out of him, his eyes still locked with his crush's, who was watching them mouth wide-opened. It didn't take long until his own cock twitched and a wave of pleasure rushed over him, shaking his body roughly, with every thrust heavier. His walls were contracting around the dick inside his ass, making his supervisor moan loudly with the next deep and hard thrust. He came hard against the glass wall he was pressed up against, his legs spread painfully as his boss kept pushing in and out of him, spilling his seed inside of him.

Panting heavily, he let himself fall down on his knees, smearing his cum down the window, eyes closed. His ears were ringing, he barely heard the curtain being drawn, and more felt the younger man kneeling down next to him than hearing it. Lips caressed his cheek, softly nibbling at the skin, distracting him from the hands removing the bond around his wrists. Then, he was pulled into a hug, held tightly and securely, a voice mumbling, “Next time I call you, you better be unprepared. You spoiled my plan to seduce you.”

Chuckling, Chester opened his eyes and replied, “Next time, I'll be sucking your cock rather than your stupid name.” And before Mike could protest, he got silenced by a pair of thin rosy lips.

End.

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