Chet is known for being a hard ass. Gleefully admitting he enjoys yelling at his colleagues, he runs his shop like a drill instructor. While having a lean frame, he still dominates those around him when he’s in charge.
Seeing Matteo for the first time at his old shop, while handsome, he thought “just another new guy who will be gone in a year or two.” But that all changed after he popped into his old shop one day.
Matteo was at the block cutting meticulously, clearly still unsure of his meat cutting skills. Chet walks in and greets him. Matteo looks up, his big brown eyes and smile please Chet, he’s not sure why though.
He doesn’t know Matteo very well, but he’s made sure to come in occasionally to eye his progress. While watching him cut he notices something, he’s been holding his knife incorrectly this whole time. With the way he’s cutting he’ll have carpal tunnel in his 30s.
“Hey. Didn’t anyone train you on how to hold your knife? take your index finger off your knife.” Chet instinctively orders, he realizes he might have overstepped.
Matteo looks up with wide eyes, “oh sorry.” He quickly changes his grip. Chet is surprised. “I’m not even this kids boss but he’s obedient anyway…” he thinks to himself. Chet turns his attention to Matteo’s cuts.
“When did you start cutting today?” Chet probes.
“I started cutting an hour ago” Matteo answers meekly.
“then why have you cut so little? it took you an hour to cut one rack?”
“I—“ Matteo stammers.
”no. no excuses. pick up your speed, do you understand me?” Chet commands, trying not to smirk from the excitement of getting to yell at someone below him on the career chain. Chet waits for Matteo is tell him off so he can yell even more.
“yes sir.” Matteo blurts without a second thought.
Chet is taken aback. When he yells at his colleagues, it’s usually met with awkward silence or pushback. In fact, it’s the first time a man has said “yes sir” to him. He becomes aroused, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. Needing more, he pushes Matteo further. Chet walks to Matteo’s side of the cutting block while rolling up his sleeves.
“Get me a pair of gloves boy, and grab my old knife while you’re at it.” Chet commands.
Matteo eagerly does as Chet says.
Chet looks Matteo up and down.
”Take off your coat and apron.”
Matteo’s expression changes, his face turns pink, but he obliges.
“Good, now lift up your shirt.” Chet demands.
Matteo obeys, revealing his hairy muscular body.
Chet points his knife at Matteo’s bare chest.
“This is where the brisket is on the steer” Chet murmurs, his deep blue eyes meeting Matteo’s. Gliding the tip of his blade down Matteo’s furry abdomen. “this is the plate, this is the flank” Chet continues, moving his blade away.
A bead of sweat drips down Matteo’s abdomen. “Can-can I pull my shirt back down, sir?” Matteo whispers.
Chet considers it. It would be hard to explain this to anyone who walked in. Chet nods.
He lays his old blade on the block.
”I want this cleaned and sharped. You have a lot to learn.” Chet exclaims, smirking as he walks towards the door. He’s never felt this exhilarated before, this is different than just yelling at people.
Matteo’s clearly visible bulge twitching his in pants in anticipation.
“Yes sir!” He barks.
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Chet calls the lead cutter of his old shop, he proceeds to let him have it. Yelling about how he had to do a flash training session at the old shop with the new kid because they couldn’t bother to train him on how to hold a damn knife. “If you can’t train this kid then I will, send him to my shop tomorrow.”
Matteo walks in and into the back cutting room. “The back room here is so much bigger” he thinks to himself.
Overwhelmed by the change of environment, he then hears an a loud noise. A metal pan goes flying across the back room. Chet is shouting at one of his colleagues, go figure. But his attention is quickly turned to his new submissive toy that just walked in.
”ah, good.” Chet exclaims with a hint of delight.
”get the fuck out and work the counter. I’m gonna be retraining Matteo for the rest of the day, so don’t come back here and bother me.” Chet shouts at his colleague.
Now alone, Matteo walks towards Chet.
”Sir, did you want me try cutting again?” Matteo asks.
”No, come over here and get on your knees.” Chet orders.
Matteo swiftly comes closer and gets on his knees, he looks up at Chet.
”good boy.” Chet remarks, unbuckling his belt.
He grabs Matteo’s head, pushing his face into his briefs. Matteo softly moans, feeling his warm hard cock against his face, Chet’s delicious musk filling his nose. Matteo’s rock hard cock throbs against Chet’s boot, that Chet has firmly planted on his groin.
”Take a nice long whiff, I know you want to pup.”
“mm-“ Matteo murmurs, rubbing his nose against Chet’s briefs, intoxicated by the smell.
Chet pulls his briefs down.
“Suck on my balls first boy.” Chet orders.
”y-yes sir.” Matteo replies.
He begins licking Chet’s scrotum, then starts sucking on his balls, looking up at Chet with his big brown eyes. Wanting nothing more than Chet’s full attention.
Grabbing a handful of Matteo’s hair, he groans.
Matteo slowly reaches his hands towards his groin.
“Did I say you could move your hands? keep both of your hands on my thighs.”
Matteo obeys.
Chet wraps his hand around Matteo’s neck, he then slides his cock into Matteo’s mouth. Matteo gags as his cock hits the back of his mouth. His eyes start to water. As he gags and groans, Chet laughs.
“you’ll need to learn to pleasure me properly every morning pup, you’re in my shop now.”
Matteo feels Chet’s pace pick up as his cock fucks his throat. Almost at his limit, he tries his best to not gag. He can barely see Chet through all the tears. Chet moans become louder, he knows he can moan as loud as he wants, his colleagues wouldn’t dare to try coming in the back room.
Letting out a loud moan, Chet pumps his load deep inside Matteo’s throat. He holds Matteo’s head still.
“Always swallow my load.”
Matteo finally manages to swallow.
Chet lets his head go.
Matteo wipes the tears from his eyes and immediately starts cleaning Chet’s cock with his tongue, like any good pup would do.
“Hm, good boy.” Chet smiles.
