He stretched across the shelf straightening the boxes in the order assigned. It was one of the boring duties he had to do.
Mark felt the hand on his back. "Doing ok back there?"
"yep" Mark grunted his answer as he continued to slide the boxes "got a few more to do".
The hand slid down his back to his butt and rested there.
"Looks like you're straining" The man, his supervisor said.
Mark wanted to hint at sexual harassment or just pull away. But he couldn't deny the feeling he had in his gut and the fact his cock was rock hard.
"just a little" he said instead.
The hand massaged his back and buttock as if it were one long muscle.
"does this help?" Sammors asked. He was tall, very masculine and Mark had often jacked off at home thinking about licking his chest, armpits, belly and eventualyl the cock he had never seen.
"yea, I guess" Mark didn't want to seem to willing "maybe better if you did all of me later"
The one hand was joined by a second one as they massaged both buttocks now.
Mark felt the precum pour out of his cock head. He wished the man would yank down his jeans and fuck him right there. He didn't wear underwear and there was nobody else in the warehouse.
The hands kneaded deep into his buttocks and upper thighs.
Mark groaned and lay there stretched on the shelf. He stopped pushing boxes fiving himself to whatever Sammers wanted.
The hands moved around and unbuttoned his fly pulling out his erection and played with it. Sammers knew from it being moist the boy liked what he was doing. As Sammers stroked it, Mark feared he'd cum before his ass got what it needed from the man.
He had lusted after the man the first day he met him. He wore a te shirt and pressed jeans to make a good impression.
Sammors wore a tight wife beater shirt and tight jeans that clearly showed his cock down on leg. Mark almost stripped naked and got on his knees there and then.
"So you don't have to dress up for this job, shorts, tanks, ripped jeans whatever, you're gonna be dirty." Sammers moved so close to Mark, he could inhale the mans aroma "You like being dirty?" Mark shivered.
The hands finally peeled down his jeans. The hands now moved to his bare buttocks resuming the massaging they were doing before.
There was no hiding Mark's willingness let alone his needs. "Please" he begged.
A finger massaged his hole then slid inside and Mark let out a cry.
"Shit fuck me please fuck me" he begged. He heard Sammers chuckle.
"I may or I might just play here a bit and when you're really need it, let you beg naked in front of everyone." Sammers laughed.
"Please Sir fuck me, make me your bitch" Mark's pleading got more desperate.
"If I fuck you now, you belong to me kid, nobody else, understand?" he slapped Mark's smooth buttock making him jump.
"yes sir, yours sir, only you sir" Mark promised.
The fucking hurt like Mark imagined it would, Sammer's cock was thick and stretched Mark's sphinter until it gave in letting the thick cock move in and out for it's own pleasure.
The hands pulled Mark off the shelf and pushed him to his knees. Sammers grabbed the boys tee shirt and yanked partially ripping it off in time for the streams of cum to land on his bare chest, belly and face.
Mark grabbed his own penis and jacked so fast he was cumming as Sammer's last streams were landing on his lips.
"Good boy, from now on you belong to who" Sammers looked down on Mark.
"You sir, I'm your bitch" Mark said.
The knock on the door startled him "Mark" his mothers' voice called "You ok son? It's time for you to get up and go to work" She reminded him.
Mark wiped the volume of cum off his belly and hand. It had been the same every morning since he started working for Sammers at the warehouse.
He showered and tried not to think about it, but just wondering how he would dress that day for the man to see, got him hard.
Carefully he put on the white wife beater shirt and the torn jeans. One of the rips was on his right buttock and another on his thigh just below where his balls hung. He put on a shirt over that so his Mother wouldn't complain.
"Maybe it will be today" he thought remembering that he had to work late on overtime that evening. Just him and Sammers in the warehouse.
"yes tonight" Mark decided. He had to get what he needed at work that night.