Copyright by Marathon Brad, 2025, permission given to Gay Demon to reprint this story. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author.
May you continue to enjoy my latest story, The Chosen Jock: Office Boy
Office Boy
My flight from JFK touched down in Sydney just before 9 a.m., on a bright Wednesday morning. Mike, my new boss, had texted to say he could not pick me up, but his driver, Heath, would be waiting after customs. Sure enough, I spotted Heath by the sliding doors—short blond hair, tanned skin, and dressed sharply in a black suit and tie, like an attractive, very fit mid-thirties year old character from a Hollywood spy film.
With only a few suitcases—Mike had shipped most of my things ahead—I followed Heath to the car, watching his firm glutes flex and shift with every step, the fabric of his pants snug just enough to tease. There was power in the way Heath’s body moved—grounded, athletic, confident.
Mike was handling everything for my move: new wardrobe, fully furnished Hyde Park penthouse apartment, the works. During the short 13-minute drive from the airport, Heath pointed out the Sydney Harbor and Opera House. Despite the jetlag, I felt a rush of excitement. This was my new home.
At the apartment building, Heath parked near the entrance and gave me a small, knowing nod—polite, professional, as if he already knew everything about me. I made a point to look at Heath from his head to toes. Even beneath his clothes, his form was obvious—solid, fit, commanding attention.
Once inside the building, the marble-floored lobby gleamed with many warm accents. A stunning, handsome man greeted us with the charm of someone used to dealing with celebrities and politicians, fitting right in with the building’s elite residents. I had stepped into the next chapter of my life, nerves buzzing and heart wide open.
“Good day, Mate. You must be Brad,” he said, voice smooth with that soft Aussie drawl. “Welcome home. I am Jai, the building’s lead concierge.”
He made it sound like more than just a greeting.
Jai had been leaning casually against his concierge desk—arms folded, sleeves stretched tight over his biceps. Same height and muscular build as me, but with a confidence that felt deliberate, like he had been waiting.
Heath explained to me earlier that both Jai and him had been instructed to help me settle in—tour the penthouse, stock the kitchen, even pick out apparel for my new wardrobe. Jai slipped into the elevator with us, smiling without saying a word. He stood close enough to me that I could easily feel the warmth from his body. I had a feeling that Heath and Jai had met a few times prior to my arrival in order to complete Mike’s requests.
“I hope you two do not mind me joining you?” Jai asked. About the same age as Heath, the athletic built concierge glanced at my chest and said, “You are even more solid in person.”
Jai repeated what Heath had just said in that Mike had requested that the two made sure that I was very comfortable with my living arrangements in my new home. He added, voice low. “That includes... everything.”
I noticed that Heath did not blink. Just a raised brow. A smirk.
I could feel through their physical demeanor, the athleticism of both Heath and Jai. I have always enjoyed being around athletes and jocks. I was a college wrestling champion. I liked having male to male contact on the mat and bonding with guys off the mat. I felt I could easily bond with these two.
The penthouse was breathtaking—perched atop a 26-story tower with sweeping views of Sydney and Hyde Park below. As Heath and Jai walked me through the space, they were both thorough with every detail.
When we reached my large bedroom, they demoed the tech—automated lights, hidden TV—but my eyes locked in on the walk-in closet: racks of perfectly fitted clothes.
“Mike sent your measurements ahead,” Heath said, holding up a sleeveless white tee. “Tight. Clean. This shirt is meant to show off the college wrestling training you have put in.”
As Heath lifted the white shirt to my chest, Jai’s fingers freely grazed my triceps as if he was fighting for my attention. “Can’t wait to see how you look in this,” Jai whispered, grabbing a pair of white compression shorts from a shelf. “Second skin,” he added with a grin.
Heath chimed in, almost amused. “Mike has put Jai in charge of cleaning your dirty laundry and apparel fit checks. Any adjustments… you will work that out with him.”
My heart became a bit nervous, again. Jai stepped in, one hand on my hip, the other still holding the compression shorts.
“We could do a trial fitting now,” Jai said quietly. “You up for it, Brad?”
Heath did not interrupt.
He just watched.
I reached out and took the white compression shorts from Jai. The fabric was light, cool, and very smooth—already clinging to my fingers like it had memory, like it was built to hold tight. I glanced at Heath.
“Strip right here,” Heath directed, a sly smile playing on his lips as he folded the sleeveless shirt over his arm. “We want a full view of how the shorts will cling to every inch of you.”
There was no curtain. No room to slip into. Just hardwood floors, mirrored closet doors, and two older men watching me with quiet expectation—like this was just another part of the welcome. I handed the compression shorts back to Jai.
I slowly peeled off my shirt, letting it drop on the floor beside me. The closet light was bright, and it felt like it was shining right on me. My skin looked warm and golden under it. I felt a little anxious, like I was showing too much, even though I wasn’t trying to.
My toned, upper athletic frame was on full display, strong pecs and tight abs. I wasn’t trying to pose, but I didn’t know how to stand. I stretched a little—just to relax—but that made it worse. My arms went over my head, and I could feel my back and sides tighten. My arm pits’ dark hair was a little wet, thick and matted. Realizing what I was doing, I put my arms down quickly, feeling a little embarrassed.
I didn’t look at Heath and Jai, but I could tell they was staring, lusting at my body. I could sense it, their eyes tracking every line—over my chest and across my abs with open desire. I felt like I should cover up, but I just stood there, frozen under the light.
“Damn…” Jai said, his voice low and kind of rough. “Mike wasn’t lying—your body is a work of art.”
My face continued to be warm. I looked down and laughed a little, but it came out weird and quiet. “I’m not a work of art,” I said softly, not knowing where to look. “It’s not like that.”
Heath leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Tighten your core, again.”
I did. Years of muscle memory kicked in, and I bashfully flexed for the pair.
I then slid my sweatpants down, my muscled thighs flexed as I stepped out of them, standing in nothing but my tiny white shorts that I had worn on the flight. The fabric clung to me, outling everything beneath.
The air shifted—thicker, heavier. Their silence said everything.
Jai’s eyes darkened. He licked his lower lip.
“Mind if I help?” he asked—his hands had already been moving around my waist.
He knelt, fingers slipping under my tiny short’s waistband, knuckles brushing my skin. The sliding down of my shorts was slow, like he wanted me to feel every inch of it. When I stepped free, the air hit me—cool, open, exposed.
Jai held up my discarded shorts, looking proud as he passed them over to Heath—taking them with a quiet nod. Heath’s eyes lingered on me for a moment before he began to feel the paper-thin shorts in his hands. The silence between us all felt charged, heavy with something unspoken as I stood completely naked, my body on full display.
As Jai began to have me step into the compression shorts, Heath told him to make sure they fit snug on me. His tone of voice was smooth as he added, “Brad will be wearing them for the brand shoots.”
Jai worked the shorts up my hairy legs—hands gliding along muscle, fingers adjusting the stretch as the fabric climbed. The shorts fit like they were poured on, hugging every cut and line. At my hips, Jai did not just stop—arranging, shaping, pressing the front just right with accuracy.
His face was inches from my crotch. His breath was warm on my skin.
“Fits like a dream,” he whispered, voice low and thick. “I think we should test the fabric’s stretch in several more ways.”
He curled two fingers under the waistband and gave a slow, deliberate tug—watching me as it snapped back with a sharp pop that echoed against my chest. I tensed.
Heath finally spoke again, voice low but direct.
“Turn around, Brad.”
I obeyed.
In the mirror I could see the compression shorts were hugging tight—riding high over my glutes, molding to my thighs like a second skin. I stood tall, trying to control my breathing.
Jai stepped around to the front, his gaze sweeping down my torso.
“Look at you,” he said. “Waist razor sharp. Quads—insane. Your whole athletic frame looks… built to be seen. Mike definitely made the right choice when he picked you out on his trip to the States.”
Jai placed his hand flat on my chest—warm, steady, certain. His fingers spread, then slid slowly down my abs.
I swallowed, pulse racing as I began to get aroused. I wasn’t used to being touched like this. Not while someone else watched. Admired.
Heath leaned against the closet frame, arms crossed, face blank, though a glimmer of desire crossed his eyes.
“He’s built like a showpiece,” Heath said. “Chest wide, abs deep, ass cut like from a sculpture. You don’t even know how good you look, do you, Brad?”
I let out a breath—half laugh, half nerves. My hand twitched to cover my hip as my cock grew, but Jai gently guided my hand back down.
“No need to hide,” he whispered. “Not here. Not from us.”
Jai’s own hand skimmed the edge of the compression shorts, thumb tracing my hipbone, fingers grazing the top of my thigh. Slow. Determined.
“Let’s continue to test the stretch on these with body movement,” Jai said to Heath, eyes locked on mine.
I gave a barely-there nod as I was getting fully erect.
Jai turned me with a soft press between my shoulder blades so they could take in another view from behind. The tight fabric continued to flex over my glutes as I shifted. Jai exhaled.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You wrestlers… you don’t even know what you’re carrying back here.”
Heath stepped closer too. The air around us thickened. I was totally hard and had no way to hide my cock.
“I had told Mike these shorts would show you off,” Heath said. “Every inch of you is sculpted.”
“How does that feel, Brad?” Jai asked quietly.
I opened my mouth but couldn’t answer. This much attention from two handsome Australian men that I have just met in the last few hours left me feeling vulnerable. I was completely seen naked a few minutes ago and now I am being handled with ease.
“You are tight everywhere,” Jai whispered. “Hard muscle… no soft spots.”
I remained standing still, breath shallow.
Heath’s voice cut through. “Hold that pose, Brad. Arms back up.”
I did what I was told, lifting my arms without hesitation, chest rising. He began to film me, slow, clean angles catching light off my torso and the sharp line of my waist.
I felt Jai move behind me. “Let me check something,” he said.
His fingers slid down my lats, over my ribs, and lower—pausing on my glutes. He squeezed gently through the fabric, testing the firmness. His breath warmed my neck.
“Mike expressed you were a stud,” he said, voice thick with appreciation. “But I didn’t expect this level of control. You are built like a wrestling machine.”
I blushed, muscles tightening beneath his touch, not wanting to show off. However, it felt like these two men were doing everything possible to keep me so aroused. I was totally hard.
Heath stepped closer, lowering his phone slightly.
“Jai’s good with bodies,” Heath said. “He does not mess around. Reading you—every reaction, every flex.”
I swallowed, unable to speak.
“If you can handle this kind of attention,” he whispered, “you will do just fine at the Milk Me Company.”
Jai then surprised me and gave my lower back a gentle push, guiding me out of the closet and into the spacious bedroom. Soft lighting covered the room. As the floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city, the only view that seemed to matter right now was me—the new boy in town on display for these two athletic studs.
“Go ahead,” Heath said behind me, voice low but firm. “Stand at the foot of the bed. Let’s continue to see how the compression looks in motion.”
I slowly walked forward. The material stretched across my cock, thighs and ass with every step, clinging to muscle.
“Stop there,” Jai ordered, circling in front of me. “Hands behind your head, one more time.”
I continued to obey—used to taking commands on the mat. This felt similar. But far more exposed for the obvious reason.
Heath circled with his phone, capturing slow footage from the side. His free hand drifted to his pocket, adjusting himself slightly.
“Arch your back again,” Heath said. “Show that chest.”
I adjusted. Pecs pushed forward, abs tight, cock yearning to escape, arms lifted to frame my muscles. My heart was pounding.
“You alright, Brad?” Heath asked, though he already knew.
I nodded. Hardly.
“You are doing really well,” Jai whispered. “So obedient. You don’t even realize how much your colleagues are going to love you here.”
Just then Heath led us back into the closet, where he began pulling open drawers, revealing not just more apparel—but the careful, almost intimate strategy behind how he had organized my new wardrobe. He held up a few pairs of swimwear, each smaller than the last, some little more than strips of fabric designed to barely contain me. The T-shirts were tucked neatly into a single drawer, but the underwear… that collection sprawled across three drawers. Silky thongs, G-strings, sheer briefs, tight jocks—each drawer was a display of exactly how they expected me to dress... and undress.
I quickly realized that Heath wasn’t done dressing me up—or rather, undressing me. He pulled out a shiny gray pair of Australian rugby shorts that looked more like tight, boxer-style swimwear and handed them over with a knowing look. The side panels tapered into generous slits near the hems, leaving the leg openings wide enough to show off far more than they covered.
I changed into the rugby shorts. The fit was snug but smooth, mid-rise with a thick waistband and a bold drawcord that invited attention. The fabric clung just right—comfortable, yes, but unquestionably made to tease.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed Heath and Jai did not seem bothered by my arousal as my cock was leaking like an open faucet now. Since I could not find a tissue, I took my fingers and scooped up the precum that had leaked through the fabric and put the clear liquid in my mouth. I never looked to see if the guys had seen what I had done.
Before moving onto the last clothing article, Heath shared with me that Mike had hopes for me to join the company rugby team, potentially playing the challenging fly half position due to my athletic background. I modestly laughed with Heath and told him I was going to need to brush up on my rugby skills. Both men said they had heard Mike mentioning I was a full fledge American athletic boy.
Lastly, Heath presented a royal blue jock, which Jai seemed eager to see how it would look on me. He offered to help again, clearly interested in how it would fit on my body. I didn’t think I had much choice, as Jai quickly stood, adjusted the straps, and held it open for me to step into. The blue fabric beautifully complemented my tan skin. Both men’s hands moved over me, making sure the straps weren’t twisted in the back. I was told Heath had bought several jocks for me, as Mike had mentioned that jocks—and thongs—would fit better under my tailored, tight pants.
Heath became excited about the look of the jock and decided to take more photos for Mike. I heard several clicks from his phone as he made sure to take a photo from each angle. My hard cock continued to react to his approval and camera shots, leaking more precum to wet the front pouch’s fabric. I had a funny feeling that these two men knew exactly the effect they were having on me.
Just then, we heard a knock at the door. Heath and Jai flanked me as I opened it, and to our surprise, Mike stood there in the hallway, eyes already locked on me. The moment felt electric, like a private reunion charged with desire. I greeted him with a slow smile, still dressed in nothing but the royal blue jock. His eyes swept over me—taking in every inch—and a slow, knowing smile curled across his lips. In the wall mirror ahead of me, I caught a glimpse of Heath and Jai, both watching Mike’s reaction with matching smirks. I stepped forward and pulled Mike into a tight hug, my bare skin brushing against his clothes, and I felt a rush of appreciation and something deeper. He said that he was done for the day at work—and just had to see how I was settling in.
Mike asked how I was doing and what I thought of the apartment. I told him I felt honored to have the office boy position and was incredibly thankful for all that Heath, Jai, and he had done for me.
He then instructed me to step into the middle of the room and show him how the jock fit my body. The fabric hugged me like a second skin, perfectly framing my ass. Mike nodded approvingly. Jai chimed in, saying I should be on an advertisement board for the Milk Me Company. I couldn’t help but blush.
“Look at him,” Mike said, his voice thick with pride as he stood back, arms at his side. “I had told you that Brad was the real deal. Strong, sharp, and built like a college wrestling champion. Just imagine him on a mat, huh? Or better yet, right here in Sydney with us.”
Mike’s eyes lingered on me and the satisfied smile on his face made it clear he was thrilled to have me on display for Heath and Jai to admire.
Trying to change and lighten the mood, I asked if I could get them anything to drink?
Mike took charge and asked Heath if he had stocked the bar with liquor. Heath offered to show us what was available in the bar cabinets.
Mike asked for a Whiskey and Coke, Heath and Jai each had a water, and I decided a Vodka Lemonade would be perfect.
Amid all the commotion and excitement, I remained still—wearing nothing but the tight blue jock. No shirt. I hadn’t bothered to dress, and none of my guests seemed to mind. If anything, they seemed to appreciate it.
I also noticed how Mike kept brushing up against me, each subtle touch sending a ripple of heat down my spine. It almost felt a bit intentional.
Heath leaned against the kitchen island; eyes fixed on me like I was quickly becoming a dessert. His arms crossed, but his stance was anything but passive. I was beginning to notice that he continued to adjust his pants like he was trying to contain something.
“You are really something, golden boy,” Mike said, his voice sounding like a director of a film. His hand slid down my back again and this time cupped my left cheek. “And you wear this jock like it was made just for you.” Mike made me feel like I had the word provocative written all over my body.
Before I could even process it, Mike’s fingers lingered down to my ass hole, his touch so light, it sent shivers up my spine. The intensity of it all made my breath hitch as his fingers played with my opening.
Jai stepped closer, standing behind me, his breath tickling the back of my neck. “Brad does not even realize what he does to men like us,” he said into my ear. He then pressed a teasing kiss just behind it.
My knees almost buckled.
“Should we let him get dressed?” Mike asked, though his eyes said no.
“I do not think so,” Heath joked. “He is dressed exactly right.”
I stood there, flushed and hard, as the three of them circled me like predators. Fingers brushed my abs, my chest, my thighs. Hands cupped and gripped and explored. They each teased me in a way that made me whimper and continue to leak.
Heath then lifted me up with no warning, gripping me by the thighs and pulling me into his chest. I wrapped my legs instinctively around him, feeling the heat of his body through my jock, and my hardness pressing firmly between us.
The others did not stop touching me.
Mike leaned in, kissing my collarbone as Jai whispered, “You are being a good boy, Brad. Aren’t you?”
My breath was trembling as I said, “I think so.”
“Then let us use you like one.”
And just like that, I was laid back onto the kitchen island—legs pulled up—completely opened as Heath remained between my thighs.
The marble of the kitchen island felt cool against my back as Heath gripped my thighs and pulled me even closer to the edge. I was exposed—open—and the look in his eyes told me he had been waiting for this moment since he met me at the airport.
Mike pulled a small brown bottle from his pocket and brought it to my nose. He whispered to me, “Brad, inhale from this bottle as long as you can.” I followed his directions, still a bit naïve what the smelling of the liquid from the bottle was actually doing to me.
I inhaled for what seemed to be about ten seconds before Mike put the bottle under my other nostril. Again, I inhaled for another ten seconds. I began to get a bit light headed, but felt so good and safe with Mike. I belonged to him now, his Chosen Jock that he brought here from the States to assist the men at the Milk Me Company.
“Look at him,” Jai said, feeling himself through his own slacks as he leaned against the island counter. “All slick and ready. What a good wrestling champion.”
I moaned, arching slightly under Heath’s touch as he traced the edge of my hole with warm steady fingers. “See how it opens with the right care?” Mike told him. This is a trained mature young jock body, built strong but made to be used.”
Heath kept exploring me, massaging my hole wider with his fingers, slowly stretching me. My cock was leaking nonstop now, forming a larger wet spot on the jock’s pouch even more. I whimpered as my face blushed.
Mike stood near us and rubbed my head. My new boss had a way of making me feel like he was directing and encouraging me. “You don’t even know what you do to us, golden boy. But you are about to feel it.”
My skin felt warm under the bright kitchen lights. I tried to stay calm, but my cock was fully hard. I did not know how to stop it. My chest slowly moved up and down, and my legs were pushed wide apart. My arms rested at my sides before Mike asked me to place both arms behind my head. I kept twitching every time Heath’s hand got touched me. I was now Mike’s fit athlete that was so exposed.
Heath stood near my feet, his eyes wide, curious, and excited. I don’t like being cocky, but it felt like they all enjoyed what they saw. With all this seductive play, my body was yearning to be fucked, badly.
Heath unzipped his suit pants, slow and deliberate, pulling out his hard, wet cock. He did not say a word, just stared at me with that deep hunger, then lined himself up.
The push and stretch were overwhelming—my head rolled back as I gasped, legs tensing around his waist. He was thick. And once the head of his cock pushed inside, he gave me no time to adjust—just a slow possessive thrust forward until he bottomed out.
I whimpered, clinging to the edges of the island. I could feel myself pulsing, dripping.
Heath grabbed my hips tighter, holding me in place as he started to move. Deep. Controlled. Like every thrust had a purpose—to remind me I belonged to Mike and his team now.
The sound of skin on skin echoed in the kitchen, and I was leaking nonstop, my cock bouncing with every hard thrust. Jai moved in to my side—fingers lightly teasing my cock. He brought his lips down to brush my mouth before he whispered, “He is fucking you so good, isn’t he?”
“Yes…yes,” I moaned, eyes fluttering.
Heath picked up the pace, slamming into me, his breath short and rough. “You were made for this,” he said.
Every part of me felt like it was on fire, my body used just the way I believe Mike wanted. I could not stop moaning as Heath continued to grip my hips so tight.
When Heath finally did slow a bit, he stayed buried in me to the hilt, panting. He looked down at me, holding me still for a moment before he let his load go and fill me up with his warm cum. “You are so tight,” he said. He pulled out with a deep groan, leaving me open and twitching.
Before I could rest a bit, Jai moved around and replaced Heath.
He had already unzipped his pants. His cock slapping against his pants leg as he approached, thick and throbbing. He ran his fingers along my calves, then circled my loosened wet hole with one teasing fingertip.
“Still opened for us?” he whispered, dragging the head of his cock up and down my slick entrance. “Such a used little muscle boy already…you love it, don’t you?”
I gasped.
At that moment Mike had a different idea. He lifted me, peeled off my jock, and turned my body with my face looking downward toward the island top. I was then guided with positioning myself into a yoga frog stretch.
I obeyed instantly, my upper body pushed low, completely offered now—laying on my forearms, chest dropped toward the island and arching my back. My knees were bent and spread wide, my raised hole exposed between my glutes, pulsing with each throb of my heart.
“Brad, relax and just show it all off,” said Mike. His hands roamed all my body. I was then given a chance to huff more from the little brown bottle.
“Beautiful. Look at this sweet pink hole,” Jai whispered, thumbing me open. “So soft… so wet…”
Jai then spit on my pussy and rubbed the spit in slow circles around my opening. I gasped as he encouraged me to continue to keep an arched back. He kept teasing and thumbing me, causing my cock to uncontrollably leak.”
Then I looked back and saw him line himself up.
“Breathe for me, Brad.”
His cock’s thick head pressed against my hole. I clutched the island’s edge.
Jai pushed in—slow and steady—stretching my opening inch by inch. I moaned his name. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in, balls pressed against me, cock pulsing deep inside my body.
“Oh my gosh… Jai…” I whimpered.
He held my hips, grinding in deeper, then pulling out just enough to re-enter back in with a strong thrust.
“You feel that?” Jai said. “You were made to take this cock.”
Jai fucked me slow but deep, each thrust sending waves through my whole body. The island creaked softly beneath us.
“Good boy,” he whispered. “You take me so well.”
My cock was bouncing, dripping wet while being untouched. I just moaned and let the men use me.
“Such a tight muscled pink hole,” Jai said. I am going to fill you. You want that, don’t you, our little American Slut?”
“Yes…please… I gasped. “Fill me…”
My heart pounded as Mike rubbed my head and kissed my upper back. I then felt his hands lifting my hips off the island, encouraging me to keep arching my back. Jai held me firmly, pulling back and driving home in another deep, strong thrust.
I gasped and kept my face between my lowered arms—feeling Jai’s cock in my warm, tight channel. I felt so full, so full of him, and I moaned softly into the island beneath me.
Jai paused, letting me adjust to his cock’s stretch. I felt Mike’s hand reach under me and touch my leaking cock’s slit, wiping up some of my pre-cum. Then Jai began to thrust again, a bit firmer now, each stroke deeper than the last. He was grinding me like Heath had done a moment earlier.
“Fuck, you take cock so well,” Jai said, hips snapping forward deep and fast. “You are going to be a great fuck toy for the Milk Me Company.”
Mike remained next to me, his shirt now fully unbuttoned and opened. My new boss’s abs flexed as he slowly stroked himself, watching me fall apart under Jai.
Jai leaned down and kissed my back. “I am going to cum and fill your hole,” he promised.
He then stiffened, the tip pulsing inside me. As Jai let go of my hips, he braced himself on his own forearms, slamming in three final hard thrusts. I felt his warmth flood my insides—thick ropes of hot cum that filled me completely, some dripping out with each pulse.
Jai stayed buried inside me, trembling, as he rode out his release. I felt every pulse, every throb, my body hot and heavy with him. When he finally pulled out, I lay there panting, coated in his cum, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
I was a wreck—legs splayed, hole dripping, chest heaving. My cock still twitched untouched below my abs, soaking in my own precum on the counter.
Mike stood beside the kitchen island like a captain admiring his favorite work of art—shirt open, cock hard in his hand, but not moving to use it. He had been content to watch. To enjoy his new employee.
I believe Mike knew I was his prize from the moment he walked into the apartment. “Good boy. You will make us very proud.” He then reached between my legs and finally wrapped his hand around my neglected cock. “Let me take care of this,” he whispered.
And with just a few perfect milking strokes from my very handsome CEO’s strong, confident hand… I shot my cum. Hard. Violently. Shooting all over the island below my thighs, my chest, moaning and shaking under the glow of his eyes.
Mike chuckled, watching with calm, calculated approval. “This is why you are with us,” he said. “This is why I made the call to hire and bring you to Sydney. You are exactly the kind of talent we want.”
Mike then leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “You are ours now.”
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