Rough and Ready

It's Monday, and I'm at work, my mind drifting back to the weekend's events. The memory of all those men using me, filling me, still makes me shiver with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. The feel of my slacks over my jockstrap keeps me on edge, and the thought of what happened keeps me hard throughout the morning.

An email notification pops up on my screen: "Come to my office." It’s from my boss. My heart skips a beat as I stand up, trying to adjust myself so my erection isn't obvious. As I walk to his office, my mind races with thoughts of what he might want.

I walk in and sit down immediately, hoping he won't notice my obvious arousal. My boss, a burly Greek man, six feet tall and covered in thick dark hair, he leans forward. His presence is commanding, and I can see the intensity in his eyes.

"You didn't think I would find out?" he says, his voice low and almost amused.

My stomach churns as he continues. "One of the men from the gangbang you had my best friend, he recognized you. I always knew you were a slutty little cocksucker."

His words send a jolt through me, and my erection throbs in my pants. I can feel my face flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I manage to respond, my voice trembling, "Yes, Sir."

He leans back in his chair, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He slides off his loafers, revealing his manly feet. He is wearing thin black socks. He catches me staring at them and raises an eyebrow.

"Get on your knees and service me, boy," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I slide off the chair and onto my knees, crawling towards him. The scent of leather and his masculine aroma fills my senses as I reach his feet. I start by kissing his socks, my lips trailing over the fabric. He watches me, his gaze burning with approval.

"Good boy," he murmurs. "Now, take them off."

I carefully peel off his socks, exposing his feet. I kiss and lick them, worshiping every inch. He shifts in his chair, spreading his legs wider, giving me better access. I take his big toe into my mouth, sucking on it, and he groans with pleasure.

"That's it," he says, "suck my toes, slut."

I continue to worship his feet, my tongue tracing patterns over his skin. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back and spitting on my face. The action sends a thrill through me, and I moan softly, my erection straining painfully against my slacks.

"Open your mouth," he commands. I do as I'm told, and he spits directly into it, the act both degrading and intensely arousing. "Swallow it."

I obey, the taste of his spit mingling with my own saliva. He stands up, towering over me, and unzips his pants. His thick, uncut cock springs free. i notice precum forming as he pushes it into my mouth without hesitation.

"Show me what a good cocksucker you are," he growls.

I take him in eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head before I start to bob up and down. He thrusts into my mouth, each movement rough and demanding. His hand stays tangled in my hair, guiding me, controlling me.

"Yeah, take it all, slut," he groans, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I keep going, wanting to please him.

He pulls me off his cock abruptly, saliva and precum dripping from my lips. "Bend over the desk," he orders.

I scramble to my feet and do as he says, my body trembling with anticipation. He positions himself behind me, pulling down my slacks and jockstrap in one swift motion. His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sting making me gasp.

"You're going to take every inch," he says, lining himself up with my hole. I hear him spit then feel the warm liquid trailing down my ass I feel a powerful thrust, he pushes into me, stretching me wide. I cry out, the sensation a mix of pain and intense pleasure.

He starts to move, his thrusts deep and rough. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he pounds into me. I arch my back to allow him the deepest access possible. The desk shakes with each movement, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

"You're mine," he growls as his hand slides around my throat, his voice thick with arousal. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I manage to gasp, my body shuddering with each thrust.

He fucks me harder, his movements becoming more erratic. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity, and I feel my own climax approaching. He reaches around, stroking me roughly as he continues to thrust.

With a final, powerful movement, he groans deeply, his cock pulsing inside me as he releases. The sensation of his cum filling me pushes me over the edge, and I climax, my body shuddering with pleasure.

He collapses against me for a moment, his breathing heavy. Then he pulls out, his hand still resting possessively on my back.

"Good boy," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You did well."

I smile, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. I know that I belong to him now, and I'm ready to serve him in any way he desires.

As he slides his cock out of me, he gives me a firm, commanding look. "Open your mouth and clean me up," he orders.

I comply immediately, using my tongue to lick him clean, savoring the taste of him mixed with my own arousal. Once he's satisfied, I help him get dressed, fastening his belt and straightening his shirt.

As he wipes his hands clean on my shirt he says "You belong to me now," his voice low and authoritative. "I'll be using you whenever I please. Be ready."

"Yes, Sir," I respond, my voice filled with submission and a strange sense of fulfillment. I gather myself and make my way back to my desk, my mind swirling with the events that just transpired.