by Oscar Watson
“Could you do me a favor?”
“Anything,” Matt found himself saying. That was too much. Victor was practically giddy. He reached under his desk and pulled out a black bag. He handed it to Matt, who opened it and felt a jolt from the intoxicating scent and the sight of his dirty jockstraps. He wanted to bury his head in that bag and never take it out. He was going to explode from both ends, and Victor would love to see it. He was trying to send the boy to the mental hospital.
“Could you take these downstairs and have the maid have a go at them. I don't have time to deal with them.” Matt would've preferred to clean them himself and Victor knew it. “Sorry. I got other stuff for you to do, otherwise I'd let you do it yourself.”
“What did you need me to do, sir?” Victor's smile was a mile wide. He reached into the top drawer on his desk and grabbed a bottle of massage oil.
“I have a cramp right here,” He pointed to the back of his calf and Matt squirted again.
He wasn't sure he could do it. His balls felt like they were being burned with a hot poker. He was about ready to either shove the man over and pull his pants down, or beat him to death with his land line. Either way, he knew that something had to happen.
He walked closer. Victor was pulling down his pants, revealing a pup tent that looked like a night stick. He was turning around and bending over. His butt was perfectly formed. He pointed down at the spot again. “Just go ahead and rub it good for me.” Matt gulped and stood behind him. He stopped. He couldn't just allow himself to be used by this man. He'd do it forever, getting what he could out of the boy until maybe give him the pleasure of allowing him to swallow his cock. He'd never have the place in this man's life that he deserved. He wasn't a piece of meat. How did he know Victor was going to give it up at all? Something inside of him snapped and he remembered who he was.
“Victor, I don't have time for fucking games. If you're not gonna give it up, I'll just leave.” The man turned around like a lion ready to pounce on top of him. His eyes were wide and his growl was powerful.
“The fuck did you just say to me, bitch?”
Matt didn't know he had it in him, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep it up, but he kept his back straight and stared right into the eyes of the most powerful man he'd ever seen. He got real close and saw that Victor was quickly losing his compulsion. His face was close enough that he could've licked the Alpha. “I said are you going to fuck me? Or am I going to leave?”
Victor pulled him off the ground and crashed his lips into Matt's. He sucked in air sharply and slammed his tongue into the boy's mouth. “Get the fuck out.”
Matt pulled his pants down and turned around. He bent over just a bit and turned around. He had a big smile on his face. “Bitch you get the fuck out right now!” Victor was ready to kick his ass and Matt knew it.
“You ain't ever gonna get this.” He kept his smooth muscular butt exposed as he shook it and made his way towards the door. When he did, he turned around and pulled out his thick cock. Victor hadn't seen it before. He waved it around in a circle. He walked all the way to the elevator before he pulled his pants up and gave the security camera next to the receptionist's desk the finger.
He knew Victor was watching. Fuck that bitch, Matt thought. He was never going to give it up anyways. He probably just wanted to fuck with him a bit, and Matt really wasn't in the mood to put up with it any longer—bullshit walks. That's how the world works, and Victor wasn't about to do anything real. He just liked to play games with people's heads, and Matt was a man of substance.
When he got in the elevator, he realized he had an opportunity that he was missing out on. He took out his phone and called the Goldman Brothers.
“Goldman Brothers,” it was the same bitter receptionist.
“Get Larry,” Matt wasn't about to waste any time. He knew they needed a firm hand.
“May I ask whose calling?”
“The new paralegal.”
“Th-they hired someone.”
“Listen, I don't have much time.”
“Sorry, sir. One moment.”
Goldman answered the phone immediately. “Who the fu—
“You ain't got nobody. You need me. I just quit Black's office. He had me as his secretary.”
“Fuck you.”
“I'll be there in an hour.”
Goldman sighed. “Wear something ugly. First sign of heat, you're out.” Matt hung up and made his way home.
Chapter 6: Fugue
When Matt walked into the Goldman Brother's office he was wearing a tweed jacket with elbow covers, a piss yellow shirt, bright green dress pants that were three times his size and a yellow belt that he picked up at the thrift store.
The Alpha at the desk almost spit coffee all over himself, but Larry and his brother Frank, who was at the desk as well, seemed quite satisfied.
“Now listen, Omega, first sign of trouble and you're out the fucking door.” Frank was red in the face. He wore an orange toupee and he was so hairy he looked like an orangutan, but Matt could tell he meant business.
“What'd you need me to do?”
“Sit down and shut up while we decide what to do with you.”
“What about tax forms?”
“We're not sure yet.” They weren't going to pay him. They were fucking with him. Matt wasn't sure about that, but he had a feeling that it was true. He'd wait until the end of the day to see what they would do.
They sent him running around, filing stuff and handling the phones. The Alpha at the desk didn't really do much. It was clear that Matt did the work and he was there to look competent. He did all of the appointment scheduling, and there was talk about him doing the books.
About halfway through the day, when Larry wasn't doing anything, he decided to go have a little chat with the man. He wasn't going to spend the day wasting his time when he could be making money. He walked in and sat down at his desk. The attorney looked at him like he'd broken into his office.
“What are you doing?” Matt leaned back in the chair and waited a moment for suspense. He decided it would be best to put some pressure on the guy.
“You know, Larry, we haven't really gotten a chance to talk about all of this and I thought, since you have a moment, that we could have a quick sit down.”
“I'm busy.” Matt looked over to his computer screen and saw that he had a game of tetris going. No wonder he was mad about the interruption. He was losing.
“You're playing tetris.”
“I just don't have time for this right now.”
“I was thinking 12 an hour would be fair. What do you think?”
“We'll see.” His voice said that he was pretending to agree with him to get rid of him.
“We have to come up with an agreement and some tax forms before I'm going to do anymore work.” Larry was acting offended, like Matt was doing something seriously inappropriate.
“You know, Matt. We don't have to keep you on.”
“You do have to pay me if you do, and I wouldn't be here if you didn't really need some help.”
“We'll get everything arranged at the end of the day.”
“You mean when I've done all your work for you. You're not going to ask me to leave because you know nobody is going to do it if you do, but you don't want to pay me. We'll do the tax forms now or I'm leaving.” Larry was furious.
“You can't just walk in here and move some papers around and ask for money.”
“All I'm doing is making sure that you pay me. How do I know you even have the money?” Things wouldn't have gone on like that if they planned on paying him. He had them by the balls and they knew it. The only thing they could do was pretend.
“Alright.” He reached in his desk and pulled out the papers. They agreed to 11 dollars an hour with biweekly checks. It seemed legitimate enough, so Matt went with it.
He went back behind the receptionist's desk and started filing paperwork. He was almost done with the workday when there was a deep screaming
sound behind him. He looked to his right to see the Alpha receptionist on the floor, and when he turned around, Victor was standing there with wild eyes and a serious face.
“Get out.” Victor didn't listen. He silently picked Matt up by the back of his shirt and dragged him outside. He was kicking and screaming the entire way, but it didn't do a thing. “Let me GO!” Victor ignored him as he shoved him into the back of his limo and they peeled out of the parking lot. He threw himself at Victor to attack him, but Victor threw him aside like he was a piece of paper. “What the FUCK do you think you're doing!?”
Victor's deep laugh was unsettling. “Shut up. You're mine. You can't just walk out like that.”
“What do mean I'm yours?” Victor got up in his face and slammed his lips against Matt's and the world almost faded to black. He kissed down the boy's neck and licked him right below the ear, sending sparks flying everywhere through Matt's body.
“Now you have my scent and nobody else will ever knot with you.”
“Fuck you!”
“Never. I'm an Alpha I don't do that.” Victor ripped off the boy's shirt and started kissing down his chest. He stopped at his nipple and shoved his hands down onto his Alpha cock while his teeth nibble away at Matt's nipple.
“Oh, god!” Victor pulled his pants down and started slipping his hand up his cock.
“I told you I'd fuck the shit out of you, but you couldn't fucking wait, could you? You had to go and fuck everything up. Now you're gonna fucking get it. He slammed Matt's head down into his cock and it was so wide that he thought his mouth couldn't take it, but it did. He was choking on the whole piece of beef, and he didn't think he'd be able to breathe. Victor held his head into it then pulled him up by his hair and viciously slammed into him again and again. “Take that shit!” He was drilling his mouth while Matt worshiped it with his tongue. Victor balls were smacking against his chin, and Matt thought he was going to explode.
Matt's hole was throbbing furiously and shooting out gallons of warm ambrosia that was dripping down his thighs like a celestial fountain. Victor pulled his cock out and softly hit Matt's cheek.
“That's so fucking sexy. You want this cock? You better open your fucking mouth, boy.” Matt did as commanded and stuck out his tongue. Victor slammed his cock up and down on it while he held Matt's head up by his bangs.
Victor pulled out and rubbed it slowly along Matt's lips. Their eyes met and the Alpha's puckered lips and deep groans sent them both into a frenzy. Victor pulled him up and their kiss was like waves crashing against a desert shore. Nothing could be sweeter than the feeling of Victor's stubble against Matt's chin and the way that he shoved his tongue down Matt's throat. Their heavy
breath was intense energy that filled the cabin with their passion. Victor pulled Matt's pants down in one swoop. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but he was poised to let this man love every single inch of him. He felt uneasy, sweaty and his body was burning. He could've been overwhelmed by it if he wasn't suddenly turned around and in Victor's arms with the man's hands roaming down until they found his shaft. He was being worshiped with the Alpha's kisses running down his neck and his deep growl slowly growing into a rapturous crescendo.
“Can I make love to you?” He was asking permission. This was the ultimate form of flattery and Matt was melting. This man, who could take anyone or anything in the world, wanted to respect him and make love to him and that was enough to force him to bend over immediately and stretch his hole the way it should've been stretched.
Victor bent down and took a whiff of musky bliss. Matt could feel his arm moving backwards until it met his cock once again and it was slipping up and down. “Oh god. I wanted you from the moment I saw you getting fucked by that prick in his office.” Victor's cock was stuck so deep in Matt's ass that it felt like his entire body was on fire.
Victor was rubbing the Omega's cock furiously while his knot inflated and stretching his hole. He couldn't have moved if he wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to be penetrated. He wanted that dick to take over his body so he could be used. This man could have him and he did.
His relentless drilling shook them both and sent them reeling from the bliss that filled their minds and bodies. There was no greater rapture than the way Victor's cock felt as it wriggled around and touched that place inside of him, making him feel like his whole body was inside a volcano that was ready to explode. It pushed him past the brink of desire into a place where the world was made of power and bliss. The only thing that existed was Victor and his perfect form slamming against him. The sensation mixed with their panting, and then their cries, shook the limo and pulsed around them like a bolt of lightning that shot out and engulfed them in sheer, sweet pleasure that overtook their senses and destroyed their bodies. Their minds melded for one perfect instant and their individuality ceased to exist. They were one single being, bent on keeping that sweet feeling going forever.
When it finally ended, and they were both covered with thick goo, Victor held Matt down and forced him to stay on it until his knot deflated. It was a tender, yet firm embrace and it made Matt feel safe in the beast's arms. Victor reached in, right before he pulled out and said, “How did you make me love you?”
As they made their way through the city to Victor's estate, they held each other and discovered every crevice and every portion of each other's bodies. It
was like they were children discovering they had fingers. All lovers know this feeling, where they hunt down the secret places that only lovers know. Their blemishes become apparent and loved, just like their weaknesses. Their tiny scars and little eccentricities become sacred temples devoted to their carnal desires and affection. This is what it means to accept love after it hits you, and these men accepted it fully. No two lovers could ever love each other so much. No seduction could've possibly been more intense.
In his search for a good knot, Victor had sealed his fate. Nobody had ever stood up to him, least of all an Omega, and that was what drove him over the edge. He'd met his match in the tiny man, and it intrigued him enough to make him fall in love.
