The knock was sharp. Three precise raps against the heavy oak door. Eric didn’t glance up from where he leaned against his desk, fingers drumming idly on the mahogany surface. "Come in."
The door swung open, and Ethan stepped inside, his broad shoulders and 6'1" frame filling the doorway. His dark brown hair was neatly tousled, the undercut sharp against his temples, his rectangular silver glasses catching the overhead light. His hazel eyes, warm and shifting between green and brown, flicked from Eric to the desk, then froze.
Oliver lay sprawled naked across the desk, his lean swimmer’s physique glistening with sweat. His jet-black hair stuck to his forehead in damp strands, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His abs tensed with every ragged breath, the smooth planes of his torso interrupted only by the faint dusting of hair around his nipples. Lower, his cock strained against the metal cage, the flushed tip leaking a steady drip of precum onto his stomach. His thighs trembled, still spread wide, his thighs streaked with cum.
Ethan’s jaw tightened. "What the hell happened?"
Eric straightened from his casual lean against the desk, his tailored white shirt immaculate despite the dampness at his temples. His ash-blond hair, usually meticulously swept back, had a few loose strands clinging to his forehead. His grey eyes were coldly amused, his angular jaw clean-shaven. He adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate calm. "Oliver and I were just conducting the interview."
Ethan’s gaze darted back to Oliver. "You okay?"
Oliver’s breath hitched, his hips twitching involuntarily. "Get the fucking key from him," he gritted out, tugging uselessly at the cage.
Eric tsked, shaking his head. "You know better than that, Ethan."
Ethan swallowed hard, his fingers flexing at his sides. "Why did you call me in?"
Eric gestured lazily at Oliver’s sprawled form. "To collect your referral bonus, of course."
Ethan blinked. "What?"
Eric’s lips curled into a cold smile. "I’ve warmed up his hole for you."
Ethan hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides. His hazel eyes flicked from Oliver’s caged cock to Eric’s impassive expression. "I still get a cash bonus, right?"
Eric chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. "Yes, yes, of course. As long as we hire Oliver."
Oliver’s head snapped up, his dark eyes blazing. "Ethan, what the fuck, bro?" His voice was raw, his thighs trembling where they were still spread wide. The cage glinted in the overhead light, the metal biting into his flushed skin.
Ethan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tousled undercut. "This is how things work here," he muttered, avoiding Oliver’s gaze. "I’m sorry, bro. But you knew that."
Oliver growled, his abs tensing as he tried to sit up, but Eric’s hand on his chest shoved him back down onto the desk with a thud. "Stay," Eric commanded, his voice icy. Then, to Ethan, "Now that’s a good analyst." He smirked, gesturing vaguely at Ethan’s slacks. "Lose the pants."
Ethan hesitated for only a second before unbuckling his belt with practiced efficiency. His fingers were steady, his movements precise. The leather slid free with a quiet hiss, and he tossed it onto a nearby chair. His button popped next, the zipper following in one smooth motion. The fabric pooled at his feet, revealing thick, muscular thighs dusted with dark hair. His cock strained against his skin-tight white briefs, the outline unmistakable- thick and veined, the head pressing insistently against the cotton.
Oliver’s breath hitched, his gaze flicking down. "Fuck," he muttered, his caged dick twitching.
Eric hummed, circling Ethan like a predator. "Good," he murmured, fingertips trailing over Ethan’s hipbones. "Very good." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Ethan’s briefs and tugged them down in one fluid motion. Ethan’s cock sprang free, wildly thick and uncut, the flushed head glistening with precum as it hardened to it's full impressive eight and a half inches. Eric’s grip tightened around the base, his thumb swiping over the slit just to hear Ethan’s sharp inhale. "You’re already hard," Eric observed, almost amused. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing this beauty."
Ethan stepped out of his briefs and pants with a quiet rustle, now clad only in his shoes, socks, and button-down shirt and tie. The fabric clung to his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal thick forearms dusted with dark hair. He approached Oliver with deliberate steps, his cock swaying heavily between his thighs. Fully hard, the flushed head glistening with precum where it peaked out from the partially retracted foreskin. Without hesitation, he hooked his hands under Oliver’s knees and spread his legs wider, the movement exposing Oliver’s still-gaping hole, slick with lube and Eric’s spend.
"Where’s the lube?" Ethan asked, voice rough.
Eric tossed him the bottle with a lazy flick of his wrist. "Probably don’t need it," he mused, leaning back against the edge of his desk. "He’s stretched, lubed, and cummed in. But by all means."
Ethan caught the bottle midair, popped the cap, and poured a thick stream directly onto his cock. The cold made him hiss, but he slicked himself with quick, efficient strokes, his other hand rubbing soothing circles over Oliver’s trembling thigh. "Breathe," he murmured, lining himself up. The blunt head pressed against Oliver’s loosened rim, and Ethan pushed in slowly, his jaw clenching at the heat and slick resistance.
Oliver gasped, his back arching off the desk as Ethan breached him. "F-fuck-" His fingers scrabbled at the polished wood, his thighs trembling violently. Ethan groaned, his hips stuttering forward at the overwhelming tightness. "Christ, Oli," he gritted out, his voice cracking. "You're so fucking hot." His hands smoothed over Oliver’s chest, thumbs brushing his peaked nipples as he sheathed himself fully with one slow, deliberate thrust.
Oliver’s moan fractured into a sob, his caged cock twitching pathetically against his stomach. "Ethan- god- you're so long and so thick," he panted, his legs hooking around Ethan’s waist instinctively. Ethan rolled his hips experimentally, and Oliver’s breath stuttered, his nails digging into Ethan’s forearms. "Fuck, I missed this," Ethan murmured, dragging his palms down Oliver’s sweat-slick torso. "Missed this tight hole."
Eric chuckled from his perch on the desk, arms crossed. "Ah. Knew that wasn’t a virgin ass," he mused, tilting his head. "I see why you brought him in, Ethan."
Ethan ignored him, focusing instead on the way Oliver’s body clenched around him, the way his thighs trembled with every shallow thrust. He leaned down, capturing one of Oliver’s nipples with his mouth. Oliver arched into it, his fingers tangling in Ethan’s hair, pulling him closer. The cage prevented him from getting fully hard, but precum dribbled steadily from the tip, smearing between their stomachs.
Ethan pulled out agonizingly slow, his thick cock dragging against Oliver's oversensitive walls until just the swollen head remained lodged inside, stretching Oliver's sphincter wide. Oliver whimpered, his thighs trembling violently as Ethan held there for a torturous beat then drove forward again with a single, powerful thrust that punched the air from Oliver's lungs. "Ah! Fuck!" His cry fractured as Ethan bottomed out, his balls slapping against Oliver's ass with a wet smack.
The rhythm was merciless. Each withdrawal slow enough to make Oliver's nails carve crescents into Ethan's forearms, each return stroke brutal enough to make the desk creak under their combined weight. Ethan's left hand gripped Oliver's smooth pec like an anchor, his right roaming possessively over Oliver's sweat-slick torso before dipping lower. His thumb found Oliver's caged cock, rubbing firm circles over the slick head through the metal bars. The friction was maddening, just enough to tease but never enough to satisfy. Oliver arched into the touch with a broken moan, his caged dick twitching pathetically against the restraint.
"Fuck- Ethan- please," Oliver gasped, his voice ragged. His legs hooked tighter around Ethan's waist, heels digging into the dimples above Ethan's ass as if he could pull him deeper. Ethan groaned, his thrusts stuttering at the sudden clench around him and Oliver keened, his hips jerking up instinctively only to be pinned back down by Ethan's weight.
The angle changed subtly, and Ethan's next thrust struck dead-on against Oliver's prostate, and Oliver howled, his back bowing off the desk. Ethan chuckled darkly against his throat, setting a punishing pace aimed directly at that sweet spot. Oliver's cries turned incoherent, his fingers scrabbling at Ethan's shoulders as his vision whited out with each sharp snap forward. Precum dribbled freely from the cage now, streaking Oliver's stomach in glistening strands.
Eric watched from his perch on the desk, his cold grey eyes tracking every twitch of Oliver's body, every ragged hitch of Ethan's breath. His fingers drummed idly against his thigh, his expression unreadable save for the slight flare of his nostrils when Ethan bottomed out with a particularly brutal thrust, making Oliver sob. "Good," Eric murmured, almost to himself. "Very good."
Ethan straightened abruptly, his broad shoulders rolling back as he pulled his tie loose with one sharp tug. The silk slithered free with a whisper, landing in a crumpled heap beside the desk as he resumed fucking Oliver with deep, measured strokes. His fingers moved next to the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one with rough efficiency. The fabric gaped open, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, damp with sweat and glistening under the office lights. With a final shrug, he peeled the shirt off and tossed it aside, his torso now fully exposed. Every taut abdominal muscle flexed with each thrust, his thick cock pistoning in and out of Oliver’s hole.
Then, with a groan, Ethan withdrew completely, his cock glistening with lube and slick. He hopped onto the desk beside Oliver, the desk creaking under his weight as he sprawled onto his back. His dark brown hair was mussed, sweat-damp strands clinging to his forehead and temples. His silver glasses sat slightly askew, the lenses fogged at the edges from exertion. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the defined ridges of his abs contracting with each labored breath. His cock stood thick and proud at eight and a half inches, flushed a deep crimson, the veins prominent along its length. His thighs, thick and dusted with dark hair, trembled slightly from the strain of holding back.
"Ride me," Ethan gasped, his voice rough.
Oliver didn’t hesitate. He pushed himself up on shaky arms, pivoting to straddle Ethan’s hips. His caged cock bobbed pathetically as he positioned himself over Ethan’s thickness, his hole still glistening and loose from earlier. With a sharp inhale, Oliver sank down slowly, his thighs quivering as he took Ethan inch by inch. A broken moan tore from his throat as he bottomed out, his body stretched impossibly wide around Ethan’s girth.
Ethan hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into Oliver’s hips hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, Oli, you're so tight," he gritted out, his abs flexing as he resisted the urge to thrust upward. Oliver rolled his hips experimentally, and Ethan’s head fell back against the desk with a thud, his glasses slipping further down his nose.
Oliver set a slow, torturous rhythm, lifting himself almost completely off Ethan’s cock before sinking back down with deliberate slowness. His caged dick bounced uselessly with each movement, precum dripping steadily onto Ethan’s stomach. Ethan’s hands slid up Oliver’s sweat-slick torso, thumbs brushing his peaked nipples, drawing a choked gasp from him.
Then Ethan snapped. With a growl, he gripped Oliver’s hips tight and slammed upward, fucking into him with brutal, unforgiving strokes. Oliver cried out, his back arching, his fingers scrabbling at Ethan’s chest for balance. The desk shuddered beneath them with each powerful thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the office.
Ethan’s rhythm stuttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gonna- fuck- gonna cum," he warned, his voice cracking. Oliver clenched around him instinctively, and that was all it took. Ethan came with a roar, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside Oliver, thick ropes of cum joining Eric’s earlier spend. His fingers dug into Oliver’s flesh hard enough to leave bruises as his orgasm ripped through him, his vision whiting out at the edges.
When Ethan finally stilled, spent and shaking, Oliver slumped forward, his caged cock twitching pathetically against Ethan’s abs. Ethan’s softening dick slipped free with a wet sound, cum immediately leaking from Oliver’s gaping hole. They lay there for a moment, panting, sweat cooling on their skin.
Oliver’s voice was hoarse. "Fuck, man. Let me out. Please. I need to cum." He tugged weakly at the cage, his thighs still trembling.
Oliver slumped against Ethan's chest and rolled onto his back to lay next to Ethan. Their sweat cooled in the stale office air, the only movement in their exhausted stillness. Their breathing slowed in tandem.
The click was almost imperceptible.
Ethan's eyes flew open as cold metal encircled his now-soft cock. He barely had time to process the weight before Eric stepped back, the second key vanishing into the floor vent with a faint metallic chime.
"What the-" Ethan roared, surging upright violently. He lunged for Eric's crisp white sleeve, slamming the older man against the filing cabinet with a crash that rattled framed diplomas. "Take it off. Now."
Ethan’s fingers trembled where they gripped Eric’s sleeve, his other hand instinctively flying to the cold metal now encircling his cock. The cage was heavier than it looked- thick steel bands pressing into his flushed skin, already pulsing with trapped blood. Oliver scrambled upright beside him, eyes wide. "You fucking-" Ethan snarled, yanking Eric closer until their noses almost touched. "Undo this. Now."
Eric didn’t flinch. His grey eyes remained glacial, the corner of his mouth twitching as he inhaled sharply through his nose. "I thought you knew better than that," he murmured, voice like polished ice. His cufflink gleamed where Ethan’s grip twisted the fabric. "That key's gone. And the spare?" He tilted his head slightly, the movement predatory. "Only I know where that is."
Oliver’s fist clenched on the desk edge, his caged cock twitching against his thigh. "You manipulative bastard."
"Language," Eric chided, his free hand brushing invisible lint from his sleeve. The gesture was infuriatingly casual. "Ethan. Let me go." It wasn’t a request.
Ethan released Eric’s sleeve with a shove that sent the older man stumbling back a half-step. His fingers twitched at his sides, the unfamiliar weight of the cage making every breath feel like a chore. Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache.
Eric smoothed his crumpled sleeve with meticulous fingers, his grey eyes flicking between them like a scientist observing lab rats. “Now,” he said, tone conversational, as if he hadn’t just caged Ethan like some unruly pet, “let’s discuss Oliver’s offer.”
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