"Strip" was not an option Jake expected to hear.
"Naked?" he asked, bewildered.
"Is there another kind, jake," Jef asked. "I can see from the video you have a hot bod, and it doesn't appear you have any problem showing it off, so strip."
Jake started loosening his tie as Jef sat in jake's chair and watched.
"Strip-tease style, boy," Jef chuckled.
"I'm not your boy," Jake snapped.
"I'll go get your pink slip," Jef started to rise.
"Wait," Jake said, a slight begging intonation in his voice. He started, clumsily, swinging his hips as he peeled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt from the top down.
The blue dress shirt highlighted his blue eyes, and slowly revealed his pelt for Jef's pleasure. Jef liked a hairy man. Chest, arms, legs, ass. Nice, soft fur.
Jake's was a dark brown, and nicely trimmed. Jake even cupped his pecs, showing off his well-developed, gym bunny chest as the shirt revealed more fur.
Jef's cock swelled.
"Good boy. Touch yourself like some pole dancer, jake," Jef commanded.
Jake obeyed, a muted television playing his sexually escapades in his office.
"I look better than that guy with the squash," he thought, shucking his shirt and popping the button on his fly. He then started on the belt buckle.
"Nice body, jake. You look like a real ape stud," Jef cooed.
Jake didn't like the fag calls, but he did appreciate the compliments. Jef was digging his body, and Jake spent a lot of time on it. His dick was starting to swell.
Jef adjusted his pecker as Jake turned and wiggled his ass for Jef, shaking it and slowly lowering the pants until the pants cupped his furry butt.
Jake pulled the belt through the loops and used it like a towel drying his ass, holding up the pants.
Jef knew what Jake was doing; it was a seduction routine Jake probably used on his women to lure them into bed.
The belt whipped through the air and the pants fell to the floor.
Jake bent over to untangle the khakis from his ankles, unintentionally giving Jef a long look at his furry pucker.
Jef tried not to drool.
The young executive hopeful turned around, exposing his prick to Jef, the 43 –year-old, 5' 9", 170-pound manager. Jake's 9-inch prong was fully engorged; he'd forgotten he was showing off for a dude. Jef had a hand inside his shirt, massaging his somewhat hairy pecs that treasure-trailed into his pants.
Jef got a good look at Jake's hairy front. Trimmed chest hair that took on a pyramid appearance leading down to his big dick, standing at attention, a pearl of pre-cum sparkling at the top.
"Got you going, huh, boy?" Jef smirked, grabbing his own stuff. "Don't touch yer dick. Fondle your nuts and play with your chest. Think of one of those pussy girls you pound."
Hairy pecs received finger jobs from Jake's two hands as he closed his eyes and envisioned a hot, wet mouth on his ample hole poker.
Jef reached out and started massaging the hairy space between jake's shitter and nuts.
"Ohhhhhh," jake sighed, reveling in a new feeling.
"Chicks don't give you little massages there, boy?" Jef asked, increasing the pressure and watching jake buck on the feeling good finger.
Precum oozed from jake's cock, trailing down the front of his rod.
A smile crossed Jef's face. He'd done this to any number of shy married men, wanting some manly sex, but too scared to take the lead. The difference here was jake wasn't the shy type; just the brute in a nice bod-type.
A drop of precum fell on Jef's forearm as he massaged jake's hairy taint.
Most men, even gay men, barely knew their own bodies and all the pleasures they contained. Jef knew. Jake needed training, but not just in sex, but in his attitude.
"Open your eyes and look at me, slut," Jef ordered, staring up at Jake's closed lids.
Moans of pleasure blocked out his response, but the lack of opening eyes was telling.
Jef moved his finger back. "Open, or else."
Blue eyes immediately popped open, a little spittle drooling into his goatee.
"I don't have ample white breasts. My chest is hairy and muscled," Jef whispered, continuing the taint massage.
The mind jake had was blank. He wasn't imagining men or women. He was lost in pure physical ecstasy.
What neither Jef nor jake knew was that they were being watched. It wasn't through the web cam Jef had placed at jake's computer, but through the doorway, mostly blocked to Jef and jake by the carted television set playing Jake's office "parties".
Steve watched his boss and co-worker going at it. His dick was steel-stiff, but Steve's cock never leaked. He'd always wanted precum, but it never happened. He had post-cum, a problematic condition when he was running late and his pants would wet up 30 minutes after he'd cum.
Steve worked 2 floors up. The 45-year-old, 6-foot tall, very hairy in all the right places cocksucker was an occasional fuck of Jef's and had the teeth marks on his ass to prove it. He was always popping wood around Jake, though, with a father-son fetish that had Jake fucking steve's Daddy ass.
Steve's hair, in contrast to Jake's, was light brown, curly, even on his chest and had grown in all the right places for the office stud. He wore a thick goatee on his squared jaw with the constant 5 o'clock shadow that had turned more than a few heads of both sexes in the office. Office workers knew Steve liked to a swing on a cock, but what they didn't know was Steve liked it rough. Looking at him, if they did know, they'd guess he gave it rough, but Steve took it rough.
Jef had discovered Steve's submissive side about a month ago even though they'd fooled around with vanilla sex.
Steve's dark brown eyes smoldered as he watched Jef coax jake's thick, huge virgin-slayer to its drooling stiffness. Steve knew Jake fucked in the office. He'd watched a few times, but mostly it was listening , and he never got a real eye-full of Jake's pussy pumper.
He was now.
His dick strained against his pants, but he'd never touch it, either inside or to take it out. Not at the office.
"I'm guessing your headboard is nothing but one huge notch," Jef chided, watching jake's cock flex and his balls start to pull up into jake's body.
Jake was making eye contact with Jef, but his eyes would sometimes dart down the older man's body. He noted the lump in Jef's pants, and wondered about it, and his hairy chest, and how his cock could be this hard without a woman present or a hand or mouth around his penis.
"Cum."
Steve's eyes widened in amazement as jake's pecker started dumping its load all over Jef. White ropes of heat splattered Jef's forehead, cheeks, chest, crotch and more.
Jake couldn't control himself. He just kept cumming and cumming, sperm flying everywhere. He screamed in pleasure.
A hand smacked his face hard.
"Shut up, you dumb fuck!"
Jef's face was pissed and jake was brought back to reality quick. He'd just cum on a gay guy, for him.
"I'm not cleaning this mess up, boy," Jef said.
"I'll go get a towel," Jake said, a trace of attitude still left.
"No, boy. Use your tongue."
Jake stood there. Jef wanted him to taste his own cum? Hell, he hadn't even touched his own ass, except to wipe it or wash it. He couldn't even stand it when the piss splashed out of the toilet on his foot.
"I'll get a towel," he repeated.
Jef was standing before jake saw him.
A meaty paw was on the back of jake's head, shoving him down to his knees.
"When I tell you to do something, do it, boy," Jef snarled. "Or that DVD goes straight to the board room and every employees' mailbox.
"I think I can find your mother's home address in the company files, too."
A cum covered crotch was in front of jake's eyes, soaking into his boss' pants.
"Now, jake."
The young office stud blushed. Being called "jake" embarrassed him more than "boy" did.
A tentative tongue snaked out and the very tip touched Jef's wet pants.
Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wanted to be jake, and wanted jake to use him.
But he watched as jake's tongue sampled his own goo for the first time. A tear streamed down jake's left cheek as he realized his was going to be eating his own spunk. He found the taste nasty, slimy, salty. He couldn't fathom how the gals he'd shot in had liked licking him clean.
He licked Jef's crotch, finding the goo, and feeling a hardness through the fabric. He felt his lunch lurching up, but struggled to keep it down.
"Get it out of my chest hairs, jake," Jef sneered, pulling up the young stud by his chin. "It's your own cum, boy. Clean it up."
Jake didn't care if it was his own, it was nasty, disgusting humiliating, and he'd realize much later he was still hard.
After 5 minutes of sucking his cum off Jef, jake stood.
So did Jef.
"You're a whore, jake, a man whore. You've done more women than a Greek god," Jef said. "Now, you're mine. I own you and you're going to do what I say, when I say, where I say. I won't hurt you, but that's the only thing I can promise.
"Tonight, when Sandra visits, tell her you have a headache and send her home. Then lube up a butt plug, I'm sure you have at least one, and shove it up your ass. You can only take it out to shit. I'll stop by for inspection this weekend.
"And you'll be wearing it to work Monday."
"No fucking way, faggot."
Jef glared at the young buck.
"You've just pleasured yourself like a woman for me, playing with your tits and letting me massage your pussy. You've sucked your own cum off my muscled, hairy bod. And you're calling me a faggot?
"Now, shut up, put your clothes on and go home, boy. I know where you live. I'll be in touch, jake."
Jef turned and grabbed the television cart and wheeled it out, yanking the cord and ripping it from the outlet.
Steve had left seconds before, dodging into a dark cubicle.
From his vantage point, he watched jake stand there, tears streaming down his face, but not sobbing, his dick rock hard.
Jake's mind was racing. He'd been humiliated by a fag, forced to suck his own cum off another guy's body, and yet his dick was raging hard. He'd fuck a watermelon right now if he had one.
But he didn't, and he knew he couldn't touch Sandra. Shit, he was going to go to the grocery store and buy a squash.
Jake didn't notice Steve either. When he walked out the front lobby, the doorman handed him an envelope.
The handwriting was familiar; he'd seen it on many memos. Jef's.
As he warmed up the engine, he opened the envelope. A simple note inside read, "go ahead and buy that squash, boy."
To be continued.