Business Fun

It started out like just another run-of-the-mill day at the office. 

Here's my deal... I'm Tom. 24 years old, just out of grad school. I always knew I was gay, but growing up in a smaller town, I didn't really get a chance to even have a boyfriend or two until college. And then getting the MBA, internships, hustling all the time kept me busy -- all work and no play. But it paid off: a few months after graduating, networking and applying, I landed my first full-time job in "the real world" at one of the best marketing firms in the city. A salary and benefits to help me pay off some of those loans, while affording a modest 1-bedroom. 

And there was another upside: the eye candy... I definitely had an appreciation for men in suits, fantasizing what was under them. I looked pretty decent in a suit, I thought. I wasn't the most muscular by any means, but I definitely made sure to keep up at the gym. I felt good about myself looking in the mirror, and wanted to look good for the hunks I worked with. You know, on the off-chance... 

I liked 'em in almost all shapes and sizes. But there was one in particular that got my juices flowing even faster. One of the senior managers, Victor: tall dark and handsome in his early-40s. Whether he grew out and groomed a beard or stayed clean-shaven, his face was that of some kind of demigod, I was sure... Piercing blue eyes... Great smile... And the way his clothes strained to keep him contained... They weren't too small -- they were just very well-fitted... accentuating everything in just the right way. His strong chest in his shirt, his biceps under his suit jacket... his ass perfectly filling out those pants. Mmm. I get hard just thinking about this. 

And on top of that he wasn't cocky at all! He was a great guy, very welcoming when I onboarded. Of course, as they always say, all the good ones are taken. He was married, to a woman. No kids as far as I knew.

But regardless, I also had a personal policy: don't shit where you eat... So no office romances. Which kinda put a kink into things, but who wants the HR nightmares, especially on the first job.

Well, that changed today... a random Thursday, no less. Just shy of the end of the week but not quite at the promised land. It was going to be an easy day. Then Victor came by my desk and dropped a stack of folders and papers. 

"Hey, the DeMauro account... legal is up my ass about it. I know you were running point on it and it's a big one for us to get across the finish line," Victor said.

"Ohh uh yeah, do you need me to take another look?" I offered. This was a bitch of an account the first time around and now I was looking at poring over it again.

"Yeah, we wanna make sure everything is squared away, and we gotta get it through by tomorrow," Victor said. "Sorry if you had any plans after work but we might need to stay just a little past close."

"No, Victor, it's fine, we'll get through it."

"Thanks," Victor smiled and winked. "Shouldn't keep us TOO late, but just letting you know and maybe you can even get started early." He walked away back to his office.

Fuck. I actually was supposed to meet up with a guy I connected with on Grindr. It had been a while since I've had sex. I messaged the guy offering to reschedule for Friday night instead. He said he's heading out of town anyway so maybe just another time. Guess this drought is gonna last a little while longer.

The day went on and I was able to get started on reviewing the DeMauro docs. So far, I didn't find any discrepancy. I was new but I knew how to do my job. And we were a competent group of people. I was sure legal just wanted to dot their Is and cross their Ts given the windfall for the company. 

5:30 came and went, and it was just Victor and I left on our office floor. I took a little break to give my brain a bit of a break from going over everything line by fucking lie.

And now, since I wasn't gonna get laid tonight, I decided to whip out my phone and -- against my better judgment -- look up a little porn. I had my headphones in, I kept it off the work WiFi so it didn't register anywhere... But for a few minutes I was gonna be in my own little world.

Here's another thing I didn't mention -- I always had a thing for bondage. Even as a kid, watching The Dukes of Hazzard get tied up and gagged by their various incompetent enemies got me excited. Now as an adult, I graduated from the occasional holy grail TV episode to actual male bondage porn. I wanted to keep my finances in line so I only rarely went on the occasional onlyfans gay bondage account for a month or two and got my jollies off with that. This was one of those months and I decided to watch a clip of a guy wearing nothing but a jockstrap "struggling," leather cuffs holding his hands behind his back, a ballgag in his mouth.

Usually, I had a good sense of self-awareness, and could've even detected the scent of Victor's cologne. But I got lost in the sights and sounds, and was laser-focused on this hunk putting on a show. Then he leaded in right over my shoulder.

I jumped. Ripped my headphones out of my ears. And started stumbling and stuttering out cuss words and apologies.

Victor didn't look mad. He wasn't smiling. He just seemed a bit... curious?

He looked at my crotch, clearly tenting. 

"Hmm.... can you come to my office in 5 minutes when you get yourself back together, please?"

And walked away.

Whaaaaat the fuck did I just get myself into? Am I about to be fired? All because I wanted to... what? Get hard on the job without even getting to jerk off anyway? I'm so fucking stupid.

5 minutes went by and I was nervous as hell but I took a breath, and went to Victor's office.

"Close the door," he said. And I did.

"Uhhh I just wanted to really say I'm so sorry, this isn't what I do on the job all day, I just was taking a break and wasn't really thinking, it'll never happen again I swear," I was going a mile a minute before Victor raised his hand to stop me. I still had no idea what was goign to happen. I figured I'd lose my job. There's no going back from this. Well, I was right on that last thought.

Victor pulled open one of his drawers where I knew he kept a couple of extra ties in case he stained his while eating and grinding away at the desk and didn't want to show up at his next meeting dirty. He pulled out a maroon-white striped tie. I was puzzled. 

"So, is this what you like to see?" Victor asked, then he put the tie in his mouth and tied it off at the back of his neck, grunting as he tightly cleave-gagged himself. My jaw must've fallen to the floor. "Mmmyou mmlike dis?" Victor mumbled through his gag.

I almost blew my load right then and there. I said "yes, Victor... you look great..." I still could hardly believe what I was seeing. The stud started to massage his barrel chest and nipples through his shirt, keeping his eyes locked on me as he moaned.

I started rubbing my crotch.

He gestured for me to come closer to him. I did, and he pulled on my tie to make me lean down and kiss his gagged mouth. 

"Mmmm...." he moaned as my tongue tried to penetrate past the silk between his lips. My hands wandered over his chest. Like I fantasized, it was solid under that shirt. He started unbuttoning his shirt. I helped him. We barely broke the kiss until we had to -- to pull his undershirt over his head. His button-down stayed splayed open revealing his firm chest. He still had his actual (non-gag) tie on. Which actually made the whole scene that much hotter. Victor was seducing me hard with his eyes alone, let alone with his body -- not to mention my male bondage fantasy literally right here in front of me.

I kissed Victor's nipples, and loved his moan. He pulled out another tie from his drawer.

"Mmmheremmm... Mmmtie my mmmhands." 

I've never actually acted on my bondage fantasies even with my boyfriends in college -- didn't wanna scare anyone off. Now, this hunk was readily submitting. And I was ready to oblige. I pulled Victor's hands behind the back of the chair and tied them. It wasn't tight. He could've easily gotten out if he chose to. Again, I wasn't a pro. But I also didn't wanna push my luck or push the fantasy too far. 

"Mmmphone... "Mmmake picture. Mmvideo."

I was fucking loving this. 

I grabbed my phone and took a few pics of Victor: Shirt open, tied up, tightly gagged. One pic, him looking down, as if in shame over his state... Another pic: making bedroom eyes. Another pic: baring his teeth and glaring, as if angry. Then I said "video now." And he delivered. He hammed it up, groaning, moaning, struggling. He could've said more intelligible words through this gag but I could tell he was choosing not to. This was a scene and he was my model. I got closer as I kept recording, and I rubbed his crotch. he was hard. 

"You're loving this, you little slut, aren't you."

"Mmmm. Mmmhmm."

"Strutting around the office with your tight clothes... so powerful... giving me extra work to keep me after hours... now look at you."

"Mmmhmmm."

"Coming off straight to the world but I see how hard you are getting tied up by a guy."

"Mmmmm!"

I unzipped his pants and reached in.

"You want me to take care of this now?"

"Mmmm.... mmplease."

I kept rubbing, then flicked the recording off before pulling out Victor's dick. It was like an iron bar springing free. Not too thick, a decent 7 inches long, I was estimating. And leaking. I licked. We both moaned as I tasted the sweet precum. I started kissing the head, enveloping it with my lips, rolling my tongue over the slit. Victor moaned again. Then I started licking up and down his shaft, getting it nice and wet. The way he was sitting in his chair, there was just no way I could've gotten my hand past them to start teasing his ass. For now, just oral will have to do. I looked up at him.

"Do you want me to keep going? Tell em to stop if you want." I said honestly. "No harm, no foul, we can just forget all about it."

As far as we went -- tying him up, making out, recording him, all the way down to putting my mouth on his cockhead -- I still wanted to give him the grace of being able to pull out when he needed. Again, as far as I knew, Victor was straight and maybe he just was a bit curious and got carried away with that curiosity.

His eyes were bearing down on me. I saw his teeth through the cleave-gag, but it wasn't in faux anger like before -- he was smiling. 

"Mmmkeep mmoing, man," he mumbled, then bucked his crotch toward my face.

I did as requested. I started moving my mouth down onto his hard dick. Slowly, with each bob taking more and more of the 7incher. Victor moaned louder and louder. If there was one thing I was decent at, it was sucking dick. I gagged a little when his head hit the back of my throat, and shifted a little to readjust. I came off the dick and spit on it and worked it with my hand for a moment. Flicked my tongue on his balls, which were of course full. This wasn't going to last much longer. I myself was hard as a rock, but I wanted to make sure Victor got off for me. I wanted to taste his seed. I again kissed his cockhead, and used one of my hands to tweak his nipples, then started sucking in earnest yet again.

Victor's moans and grunts got more and more eager. I felt his body shudder. 

Finally, he screamed. "MMmfuuuuccckkkk!" I pulled my mouth off just in time to catch some of the spray on my face, then used my lips to cover Victor's head to catch his load. He jerked a few times in the final few spurts. "Unnngh. Grrrmmm. Grrrrrrmmmm. Mmmmfuuuck."

Finally Victor's breathing calmed. He was done.

I made my way back up along his body. First, I planted another kiss on his gagged lips. Then I removed it.

"Kiss me, let me taste my cum," he said. We went at it again. My tongue passing Victor's jizz to his, the fluid mixing and dribbling out the corners of our mouths. He licked it up and licked up some of the cum from my face. 

"What about you?" Victor asked me.

I had literally just blown my load in my underwear. A little wet spot formed in my crotch. 

"Well... I'm.. done, too, dude... that was already enough for me."

Victor smiled that winning smile.

"Happy to hear that," he said. "Now, you wanna help me out here?"

"I didn't tie you THAT tight!"

"Oh. Trust me. I know," Victor winked. "I want to feel you untie me."

I swiveled his chair and pulled the tie loose, freeing Victor's hands.

He took a tissue and wiped off some of the sweat off his chest. 

"Why do I get the feeling this... wasn't your first time?" I asked him curiously.

"Oh, do we have things to talk about..." Victor said.

To be continued...?