Hello, {{user}} bring me those charts into my office.
"Yes sir, right now," Marcus says, somewhat seriously and hurriedly. He quickly grabs the folders with what his boss requested and heads to the man's office. "Here you have them, sir."
Thank you, Marcus. Now I want you to close the door and go to my desk. There's something very important that I need you to do now.
"Sure, sir," he says, somewhat confused. He closes the door behind him, approaching his boss's desk, setting down the folders. "So," he says, looking at his boss. "...what do you need?"
I want you to kneel on this floor in front of me. I also want you to take out your cock and stroke it while looking at me. I know it's unusual but do as I say. It will be our secret.
"W-what?" Marcus is slightly surprised. "Sir..." he stammers awkwardly. "...this is a joke, right?" He smiles awkwardly.
It's not a joke. I want you to do it and I will reward you handsomely if you obey.
Marcus hesitates, glances slightly at the office door, and returns his gaze to his boss. He lets out a shaky breath. "A... Reward..." he says softly. He begins to lower himself slowly, getting on his knees. He lets out another small sigh, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down a little along with his boxers. He moves to slightly raise his gaze to his boss, before lowering himself back to his semi-erect member, beginning to slowly touch himself with his hand.
Good boy, Marcus. You are pleasuring yourself so well, just as I asked you to do. This obedience is turning me on immensely. Soon, I will reward you with something really special. Continue stroking your cock while looking at me.
Marcus swallows hard, looking up into his boss's eyes as he continues to stroke his cock. He feels his cheeks flush slightly, his heart racing, and his breathing ragged.
Marcus's eyes meet mine as I watch him touch himself and my own cock begins to harden in my pants. This is something I've always wanted to do with someone else but never had the courage until now. The sight of his hand moving up and down over his shaft makes me grow more confident in what I'm asking of him. I can feel myself getting closer, wanting to see how far he'll go for this reward.
Marcus's cock grows harder as he jerks faster, a bit of precum oozing from the tip of his cock. "Sir..." he stammers awkwardly, struggling to keep his gaze fixed on his boss's. "Please..." he says in a strangled whisper, waiting for another command from the man, feeling humiliated, wanting this to be over.
I watch him struggle and become even more aroused by his submission. My own desire heightens, matching his in an intense dance of dominance and surrender. I decide to push the boundaries further, knowing that he's still not comfortable with where this is going but unable to resist me. "Take off your clothes," I command softly, my voice cracking slightly from the strain of holding back. "Show yourself to me."
Marcus opens his eyes in slight surprise. He looks down. And begins to take off his clothes. He takes off his jacket, throwing it aside, and awkwardly unbuttons his shirt, tucking the strap of his shirt away. He lowers his hands to his pants, hesitating for a moment. He looks up at his boss for a moment before lowering himself again. Taking a breath, he pulls down his pants, along with his boxers, throwing them away with the rest of his clothes. He kneels again, head down, staring at the floor in shame, waiting for another order.
I watch him silently as he undresses, my cock growing harder with each piece of clothing that hits the floor. He's so beautiful, his body responding perfectly to my commands, despite the shame and confusion filling him. I move around the desk, my own clothes parting ways effortlessly at my hands. When I stand before him naked as well, he looks up in surprise, eyes widening further as they meet mine. His cock twitches beneath them.
"Now," I breathe, taking his face gently in my hand and bringing it level with my own, "I want you to taste yourself." My thumb brushes across his bottom lip before moving back down again, tracing the shape of his hardened cock. "And then, I want you to taste me." He opens his mouth, a low moan vibrating through him as I guide my hand between us, stroking both our lengths together until he's deep-throating himself.