"Well fuck you then bitch", David slammed the phone down and instantly realised what he'd just said in his anger.
He'd only been in the job a few months, hadn't even finished his probation period. He knew he'd have to tell his boss right now, before the client rang him directly. He could feel his palms starting to sweat as he stood up and buttoned his suit jacket, look at his reflection in the office window, straightened his tie, and headed down the corridor to the bosses office, knowing that his boss was going to be pretty angry with him.
David timidly knocks on the door, he's not really sure what you say, trying to overcome his shyness. His boss, Peter, is busy. He doesn't have the time to be hand-holding David because the young guy can't do he's job properly.
David stands in the door way and Peter ignores him. He knocks lightly on the open door, without looking up Peter barks "What the fuck do you want"
David stutters a little, "I, I, just thought you should know I swore at a client on the phone, Mrs. Trelore, she.. well she was.."
Before he could finish the sentence Peter had thrown his pen down on his desk, slammed both hands down and began to stand-up. David had his attention, and began to sweat, he could feel the his shirt becoming damp under his arms and a line of sweat on his brow.
"You did what you fuckwit?"
"I swore at a customer" David stammered, "I'm really sorry, it won't happen a.."
Peter was now standing, glaring at David, he's cheeks were red as he almost spat at David, "That's a multi-million dollar account you little dick. I should fucking hit you" Peter took a step towards David and David responded by stepping back. "I'm gonna have to work fucking hard to keep her now"
By now Peter was close up to David. He was shorter and much older than David, but had stacked the weight on after years of good living. David on the other hand was fit and tall, in his mid-twenties. Peter grab his office door by reaching behind David and slamming it shut to cut off that escape route. David was going to pay for this fuck up.
There was now fear in David's eyes, he didn't like the way this was turning out, "I'm really sorry.." he said again, "How can I fix it?"
As Peter took his hand off the now closed office door he smacked David on the back of the head and then push him down into the office chair.
"You can't fucking fix it dick head, but you're gonna have to help me with my fucking stress levels"
David was a bit stunned after being knocked down. "How so?"
Peter looked down at him, glaring, "How so...what?"
David felt a mental slap, he forgot that his suppose to address his boss as sir.
"How so, sir?" he repeated as he felt a deep blush acDavid his ears and face.
"My fucking stress levels are way up there, I need some relief. The wife won't touch me, she's gone off the whole sex thing, what do you think you can do to help that?"
"I... I... dunno sir"
"You want to keep your fucking job?"
"Yes, sir"
"You've heard about fucking your way to the top?, Here's your chance to make good"
"What, what do you want me to do". David was feeling uneasy
"I'll cover your fuck ups, but it'll cost you". Peter grabbed his crotch as David sat there looking up at him. "Have you ever sucked cock boy?"
David blushed, "Yes... sir"
"So you are a cock sucker then, a dirty little fag"
"Yes, but I don't like to be called..."
"Well if you want to keep your job you're gonna have to blow me you filthy faggot".
"Please, no sir, is there anything else I can do? Anything at all"
As David was beginning his protest, Peter had reached forward and grabbed his chin to look into his eyes as he wrapped one hand around David's tie and pulled his head towards his crotch. David, with fear in his eyes tried to pull away but Peter yanked on his tie to keep him in place.
"Either you suck my cock boy or you walk out of here without a job, what's it to be"
Not waiting for an answer Peter uses his free hand to loosen his belt and fumble with his fly. David's mind is spinning, he's nervous and never done this before, he can feel his own cock rising, Peter looks down and see's that David is tenting in his trousers. He grabs David's hard cock and looks into his eyes.
"You really are a faggot aren't you boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I am"
"Well you're gonna blow me you bitch"
Peter pulls his cock out and holds it up along his belly, he commands David to lick his balls.
"I don't want to do this" David protests but Peter grabs David's head and pulls it into his balls. David has his nose buried in the ball sack and the smell is overpowering, he needs to have a taste and sticks his tongue out to lick the hairy balls. David groans and looks up, "Nice balls, daddy"
Peter pulls back and glares at David and tighten's his grip on the tie and forces David onto the floor. "Who said you can call be daddy boy?"
David stammers as he falls to the floor, "I'm sorry sir, really sorry!"
Peter puts his foot on David neck as he glares and watches David struggle. David is trying to get up again, panicking that this is really a bad idea. "Please, Sir, I'm really sorry" he says again.
Peter yanks on the tie and gets David up onto his knees, "Suck my fucking huge cock boy"
With a giant thick cock waving around in his face, David submits, but this isn't like the slow blow jobs he gives his boyfriend. With David on his knees, Peter with his tie wrapped around one hand, waving his cock around David's face this is a moment of domination.
David can't see how this thick cock is going to fit in his mouth and pulls back, but to no avail, the tie is yanked tighter and Peter is slapping his cock over David's face, dripping pre-cum over his nose and lips.
Finally David opens his mouth a bit and tastes the salty taste of his new Daddy's cock. Peter takes his hand and puts it on the back of David's head and forces his cock into David mouth. David gasps and then chokes, saliva dripping down the side of his mouth. He dry retches and coughs. This doesn't stop Peter who twists the tie to hold him in place and with his other hand again pushes David's mouth down over his solid hard cock.
Peter is now fucking David's face in earnest. David is hard and wants to get his cock out, but because he's trying hard to push Peter off and stay upright he can't. David is trying to scream as it's too much for him, tear are rolling down his face as Peter picks up the pace and really starts fucking this hot mouth, he doesn't give a fuck about the scream and the tears. He needs to dump a load and this little upstart needs to be shown a lesson.
Peter is ready to blow now, he can feel the cum churning up in his balls, David is still trying to push away, but Peter brings his knee up and gives David a shove in the chest and growls at him. "Take this fucking load you nasty whore"
Peter pulls his cock out and with a single stroke blows his hot load all over David's face, tie and shirt. He grunts and pulls the tie even tighter as he drops his huge white load onto his new toy. With a final spurt he lets got of the tie and pushes David away with his foot.
"Get back to work" he grunts as he tucks his softening cock back into his underwear and zips up. David is still looking stunned, as he gets onto his feet and tries to wipe the cum off his face with his hands. As Peter throws him a box of tissues and opens the office door he looks David up and down and notices the wet spot in his trousers where he's been leaking, Peter allows himself a little smile, he knows he's found his next bitch.
"I knew you'd fucking love it, next time I'm gonna fuck your arse boy."