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"Can that wait until after lunch?" asked Tim. "That's fine" said Mr Stephens, who had been out of the office for much of the morning. Tim then turned to me and asked if I wanted to join him. I hesitated. It was Wednesday, and that morning after returning with Boy Mr Stephens said that I was still free to go to the bathroom as and when it was required, but that other than getting a muffin on my way to from the Tube to work I cold only eat when given permission. I was therefore grateful when Mr Stephens spoke "Go on Pete, I'm sure you've had a busy day, you need a break as I'll have some work for you later" "Thank You Mr Stephens."
It was hard to concentrate on the sandwich, wondering what Mr Stephens wanted me for later. Tim distracted me by talking about his and his colleagues families, and their numerous kids. I was just glad he hadn't started taking about football, a subject I know nothing about. I asked him about Mr Stephens. Oh Kyle is a great laugh, and a great Boss, knows his stuff and makes sure Mike is a bit more serious, and demanding, but I've not worked for a better company and both ensure that you get the training that you need to do your job well. It's a shame that you are only here as a temp as otherwise before the week was up you'd have a good idea of the training they expected you to go through.
His mentioning of Mike took me back, as Mr Black's behaviour yesterday had played games with my head. It was odd to hear them both being called by their first names, it felt uncomfortable and disrespectful. Tim asked me why I called him "Mr Stephens," I managed to deflect it by saying it was only day 2, and pointing out it was time to be back in the office.
I had just sat down when an instant message had appeared on my screen."Come in, in five minutes". Five minutes later I knocked on Mr Stephens door. Mr Black was also there with him so I immediately fell to my knees. "Very well done.He's showing promise Kyle" "Come here" said Mr Stephens. I shuffled over to his desk. "Crawl under" I crawled under his desk, he had unzipped, and his dick was on show, flaccid but swollen. "You can consider this either an extra duty or a perk, I want you to swallow every drop"I took the dick in my mouth and waited. Mr Stephens continued to talk with Mr Black as his bladder slowly emptied into mine. I waited for an order to release and retreat, but none came The dick slowly deflated as it remained in my cock. "That's enough" I came from under the desk "Extra task or perk?" "A perk Mr Stephens" I answered truthfully.
"What about me?" said Mr Black. "I've just been for a piss, what can he do for me" I silently stayed there on my knees. "I know, this shoes of yours look filthy, and Pete here has a very good way of showings appreciation of foot wear Don't you" "Mr Stephens? I said absent mindedly" "Forgotten already?""He wanked over one of my boots, and used his cum to crate a nice shine. Come on get over to Mr Black, and get his shoes nice and shinny"
I scurried over, my head upright looking straight ahead. Let's see what you have there. My dick was already hard. "Not much to show, but I'll take Kyles word for it that it produces sufficient to get a shoe clean." I'd not wanked since I polished Mr Stephens shoes, not a deliberate omission I was just too tired to do so. I looked ahead at Mr Black as I played with my dick, he undid a shirt button and began to play with one of his tits, the sight of this meant that in no time at all I had jizzed over his right shoe
He dropped a large ball of spit on to the surface of his show. "Ok now get it clean." I leant down and began to worship. His left foot was placed on my back pushing me further down. I was down for a good five minutes my tongue caressing the surface of the shoe, when through the fog of concentration I heard a phone.
"You can stop now" Mr Stephens said. "We have a client here for a meeting" "You always spoil my fun" said Mr Black lifting his foot, "Get up" He grabbed my groin," he enjoyed that Kyle, probably a bit too much""Sorting out that problems is only to do list" replied Mr Stephens. "You can go now, but go and wash your face before you get back to work" I left and scuttled to the bathroom. My face, and tongue baring proud evidence of my recent endeavours. I managed to wash my face, but even after gargling with a mouthful of tap water my tongue was still black.
As I prepared to leave Mr Stephens came in. "A good job there." He unzipped his trousers. "Another drink as a reward" I could tell by the intonation that this was not a question, or request, but a statement of fact. I knelt down and waited for the dick to slip in and empty. He tapped me on the head indicating I should open my mouth, he with drew, still on my knees I watched was he turned round, zipped up and left me there on the floor. I noticed a tiny spot of piss there besides my knee, I lowered myself and licked it.
I spent much of the rest of the afternoon filing, away from the rest of the office, it as therefore taken by surprise when Mr Black appeared at the end of the role racking. I instantly fell to my knees. He stayed there looking at me for five minutes neither pf us moving, he smiled and went on his way
When I returned to my desk everyone was making a move to leave, a text came through. "Come straight to mine" For the third night in a row I rushed along Pentonville Road to get on the tube south. My breathlessness on arriving was matched only with Boy's excitement as I led him out of the house. "Calm down boy" said Mr Stephens. On returning I stripped off, and began to cook Mr Stephens' dinner. I plated it up and knelt down watching as he ate. At times my eyes slipped down towards his crotch the sources of two sessions of happiness that day. "Not just yet " he said, wait untilI I've finished. "Perfect that was delicious" He place his plate onto floor he had eaten three quarter of his meal, the rest was for me.
As I washed he went upstairs, he returned having changed from his office clothes into leathers. I salivated at the sight of his 18 inch Wesco motorcycle boots. I realised then that the boots I cleaned the other day were not his whole collection. "Follow me" an instruction that I initially thought could only be fulfilled when on my knees, within seconds I knew I had to be on all fours.
Mr Stephens sat in an Armchair, he lifted a cigar and lit it. I remained on all fours looking up at him as he took the first few puffs. He turned on the television, and sat back. Picking up the remote control he tapped his left boot I crawled over, I looked up, a look he returned, taking another puff on his cigar he nodded and returned to watching the TV. I began to worship the boot The smell of leather and the cigar smoke was an intoxicating mix, memories of submission in the Backstreet filled my head. Memories that seemed distant although it was just over a week since I had last experienced such a feeling.
"What the fuck are you doing" I snapped out of my day dreaming. I looked up at Mr Stephens he looked cross. Are you wanking? I looked down my dick was hard, my hand was gripping it firmly."Yes, Mr Stephens " I said sheepishly. "Did I give you permission"" Get away from my boot now and return to the kitchen." He took another puff of his cigar, and turned his attention back to the television.
I stood upright in the kitche, alone except for Boy who would periodically come and sniff the clothes that I had left on the floor for twenty minutes. Finally Mr Stephens entered."I hate to admit it but Mike was right, I need to do something else to keep your libido in check, and I have the answer here.", He produced a black felt drawstring back, from within it he pulled out a lump of metal. I recognised it as a Holy Trainer.
Ok this is how it will work. You will leave here tonight locked, I will unlock you tomorrow morning after you return from Boy's walk, then as soon as you come to pick him up for the evening walk you will be locked again. Understand. "Yes Mr Stephens" "For now the only place you are likely to come is in my office at work" "Yes Mr Stephens" "YOU don't sound too happy " I know what. He moved closer and grabbed my dick, which immediately started to get big again, and started to wank me. He spat directly on to my head. Whilst explaining again that he was disappointed with me, that he expects more. "But I've had loads of experience of getting my boys in line" "Look at Boy he forgets he's got no balls at times but he was terribly always sniffing the bitches in the park, a bit like you on Recon. Your old message history was a revelation, plenty of material to work on. Now to discuss tomorrow, and your work schedule" He continued talking about mundane work issues whilst still wanking me, taking occasional pauses, easing up when my breath quickens, finally as he was discussing some boring technical project he was involved in I came. He smeared the sum slated glove into my face. "You can wash it off when you're home" He bent down and took my dick in his mouth and suckled, as if he was both cleaning and prolonging the agony of a ruined orgasm. Back on his feet he spoke.Ok that will stay on until tomorrow. I'm hoping that will keep you out of mischief.