“Cowboy, I want you over here,” I said as I typed one last line in my final email and hit send. “It’s my turn to enjoy that mouth.” I glanced over to see them separating. “And pretty boy, I want you to stay just like that. Stroke your cock while I watch.”
“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said.
I turned my chair to the side to allow the cowboy to kneel between my legs. As interesting as it would’ve been to shove his ass under the desk, he was too big to fit comfortably. Since I didn’t want anything distracting him from sucking me, I figured this worked better.
“Free my cock,” I instructed, leaning back in my chair.
The cowboy was up on his knees, his hands working my belt, then my slacks. When he had my cock in hand, I watched him.
“I’ve got a call to make, but I want your mouth on me at all times. Do not make a sound. If you do, you’ll be punished. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.” He peered up at me, his lips already swollen from having the pretty boy’s dick between them.
I nodded for him to get started as I picked up the phone to make the call.
His hand was cool, his mouth warm. A definite distraction from the mundane task of rolling through my spiel on why it was important for a company to have the appropriate protocols in place when it came to data and what it was I expected from anyone who worked for me.
Yes, I had decided to pursue hiring a few employees. I’d already started feeling the strain on my time. Chatter PR Global was branching out and I suspected, if all went well, we would be branching cybersecurity into its own division, utilizing a name that better suited what we did. In order for that to happen, I needed to hire some people who were top in their field.
While the man on the other end of the line ran through all his qualifications, I kept my eyes on the pretty boy as he stroked his cock in front of me. Every now and then I would put my hand on the cowboy’s head, urging him to continue. I liked the way his mouth worked me. It was different than the pretty boy’s. Both of them were good at giving head, no doubt about that. But it was nice to have variety.
In fact, I found I liked having a choice between the two. They were similar in many ways, but still uniquely different. The pretty boy was all about pain while the cowboy didn’t necessarily need it. He did succumb to humiliation in a way that fascinated me. Between the two of them, I hadn’t gotten bored yet. That was a good sign considering my short attention span when it came to submissives.
“I’d like for you to come in for a personal interview,” I said into the phone, “I’m setting them all up for Friday.” I hit a button to pull up my calendar. “Right now, I’ve got times at ten thirty or two.”
“I’ll take ten thirty, sir.”
“Perfect.” I added the event to my calendar. “I look forward to chatting more.”
“Thank you for your time, sir.”
“Sure.” With that, I hung up the phone and turned my full attention to my fuck toys.
“Pretty boy, I want you to come over here and lick his ass. Prepare him to take your cock.” I rested my hand on the cowboy’s head. “And you stay right where you are. I fully intend to fuck your throat in the very near future. I hope like hell you’re ready.”
Because I damn sure was.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
WITHIN SECONDS, I WAS MOVING behind Brax, grabbing his ass as I leaned down to tongue his asshole. I knew how much he enjoyed being rimmed and I was ready to prep him for my dick.
Considering Zeke had kept us apart for the entire weekend, I was jonesing to get my hands on him, excited about the prospect of sinking my dick into his tight ass. Even the thought made my cock throb. It had been hell having his mouth on my dick and not being able to come. While I relentlessly teased Brax about how good my blow jobs were, he was the king of them. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but every damn thing his mouth did had my body coiling tightly.
“I do enjoy this mouth,” Zeke stated.
Holding Brax’s ass cheeks open, I buried my tongue in his ass, reaming him as best I could. Soft moans escaped him and I wondered if Zeke could feel the vibrations on his cock.
“That’s good,” Zeke said. “Keep it up, pretty boy. Fuck him with your tongue.”
I worked Brax over roughly, giving him all that I had. I could feel the subtle way he pushed back against my mouth, trying to take more of my tongue.
