Dickteaser was quite satisfied with how hard Bob had become in such a short amount of time. He repositioned his body, kind of climbing up on Bob who was of course, bound in his upright position to the chair. Dickteaser's hairy crotch rubbed against Bob's knee and his manly pot belly came in contact with Bob's upper thigh. He grabbed Bob's nips and pinched until he felt Bob wince with pain. Bob's reaction sent a pulse of excitement through Dickteaser's hard-on.
He momentarily lowered the sock-gag from Bob's face. When Bob, opened his lips to take in a deep breath, Dickteaser seized the moment and thrust his tongue inside Bob's mouth. He sucked the younger man's tongue greedily and continued to grind his cock into Bob's leg. Dickteaser looked down just in time to see a drop of precum glisten on the end of Bob Crotchlick's thick rod.
Dickteaser Splooge was suddenly thirsty for a taste of that precum. He slid his body along his employee's body until he was in place to get a mouthful of Bob's throbbing boner. He firmly clasped the base of it with his rough hands and teased the tip with his tongue. He purposefully drew the edge of his tongue back and forth several times over Bob's piss slit. Then he let the shaft disappear into his wet orifice. He went up and down providing vacuum pressure as he did so. At the same time he started to pump his fist up and down. First, he just moved his hand in a small area around the base of Bob's cock, but then he widened the scope. Bob moaned with pleasure when Dickteaser finally went up his shaft high enough to wet his fingers with the saliva he had drooled on the upper portion.
Dickteaser enjoyed watching Bob's scrotum bounce up and down in sync with the way he worked his cock. He especially liked the little sound it made each time it slapped against the leather seat. Bob's abs also got into the game. Dickteaser let his free hand run against them and feel their hard ridges as Bob arched his back, straining against the bondage materials, trying to thrust his torso out of the chair and deeper into Dickteaser Splooge's mouth. Dickteaser bobbed his head up and down, weaving from side to side each time as he attacked the stiff cock with enthusiasm. If Bob hadn't been blindfolded, he would have seen Dickteaser, cheeks bulging out with the imprint of the throbbing cockhead.
Dickteaser realized he had forgotten to replace the sock-gag when his concentration was interrupted by Bob mumbling, "I wanna cum..."
Splooge wasted no time in slapping the blindfolded stud across the face with his open palm saying, "You'll cum if and when I allow it."
In addition to the shock from the slap, Bob felt the moisture from his boss's hand, the same hand Dickteaser had been jacking him with just a moment earlier. Bob also took in a brief whiff of that unmistakable combination of saliva and precum that was on Splooge's hand.
After replacing the gag in Bob's mouth, Dickteaser went to work on Bob's chest. The contrast between the hard, pointed tips of Bob's nipples and the soft sweaty flesh around them delighted Splooge's tongue as it made its way from nip to nip and back again across the chiseled divide of Bob's pecs. Dickteaser also rubbed his own sagging pecs against Bob's. Bob could feel Dickteaser's thick chest hairs getting matted down with a mixture of sweat from both of their bodies. Bob felt so hot at that moment that he wondered how he ever could have been cold in the office that day!
Muffled sounds came from Bob's gagged mouth. It took Dickteaser a moment to decipher them. "What are you whining about in there?" he asked. "Are you asking for your cock to be sucked again?" Bob eagerly shook his head, well both of his heads, up and down. Splooge went for some serious tongue action this time. He licked his employee's shaft from its open piss slit to its base buried in pubic hair. Dickteaser marveled at how good Bob's penis tasted. He hadn't enjoyed the taste of cock so much since his partner, Jacob Jism, was alive. If only Jacob could see him now, going down on a man over twenty years his junior!
As tasty as Bob's rod was, Splooge had other needs. He left the stud tied to the chair and went to his desk. He fished around in the back of one of the drawers for a special item he used when he was alone in the office – a bottle of lube. He walked back to the still-blindfolded and bound Bob Crotchlick. He popped open the cap on the bottle and gave it a slight squeeze so that the scent of the lube could fill Bob's nostrils. Splooge squirted it on Bob's dick. Bob strained at his "ropes" when he felt the liquid run down the length of his manhood. His biceps bulged as he pulled helplessly at his restraints, wanting so badly to pump his fist up and down with his own slippery hand.
His thoughts of masturbating himself came to an end when he suddenly felt his boss's weight descending in his lap. Before he knew what was happening, he felt his raging hard-on engulfed in Dickteaser's hairy ass cheeks. Splooge reclined so that his back was against Crotchlick's chest. Apparently, Dickteaser had no intention of stopping there. His experienced butt muscles contracted and expanded in undulating waves with one purpose in mind – to fully take in the entire length of Bob's shaft. Remarkably dextrous for a man his age, Dickteaser bounced up and down riding that stud's cock as only a man of his years of experience as a power bottom could.
Dickteaser was merciless! His butt cheeks would tighten one minute, squeezing stray drops of precum right out Bob's chute and then they would relax the next minute, pulling Bob's manhood even deeper into his ass. Bob thrust his hips upward as much as he was able, considering his ankles were still tied to the legs of the office chair.
Bob had often fantasized about ramming the hell out of his boss's ass, not in sexy way, but in a vengeful, powerful manner. It would be a way fitting to get him back for all the humiliation he had suffered in his years working at Splooge & Jism Investment Management. As the fantasy of anally working over Dickteaser became the reality of the situation, Dickteaser still managed to have the upper hand since he controlled the entire experience, including keeping Bob blindfolded and unable to enjoy the sight of his cock plunging into the older man's hairy, wet hole.
Nonetheless, Bob could feel the pressure building in his dick. He didn't know what would happen if his cock exploded without Splooge's permission. He was afraid he might find out soon if Splooge kept up that incredible bouncing he was doing at the moment.
Bob always thought that men Dickteaser Splooge's age all had arthritis and had trouble simply getting in and out of chairs. He never imagined that a silver fox could move his powerful legs up and down like springs and work his dick as well as (or perhaps, dare he say it, even better than) his husband, who was a generation younger.
Dickteaser reached back to feel up Bob's pectoral muscles and tweak his nips while he changed motions with his hips, swaying Bob's rod side to side like a sapling on a windy day. At the same time, he squirted some more lube into his hand and covered his own dick with it. He held his hand steady, allowing his cock to pop through the top of his fingers like a horny jack-in-the-box.
"Mmmmh, mmmmh," Bob pleaded through the sock-gag.
"Does Bob Crotchlick need to cum?" Dickteaser asked as if he really cared.
"Mmmh, mmmh," Bob repeated while shaking his head vigorously in an affirmative manner.
Dickteaser stood up, but purposefully tightened his glutes as he moved. Bob's pulsating cock slid out of Dickteaser's butt cheeks and made a popping sound when it cleared his anus. Bob was actually relieved that the constant stimulation to his most sensitive area had ceased. His relief was premature. Dickteaser was simply repositioning himself. As he climbed atop his employee's lap again, this time Dickteaser was straddling him so that they would be facing each other. Dickteaser slowly eased back down onto the younger guy's stiff prick and resumed his power bottom techniques that could drive a man insane with anticipation and pleasure.
Dickteaser grabbed his own dick and worked it over with a fresh squirt of lube. Being sexually stimulated in the front by his own hand and in the back by the young stud's dick up his rear end threw Splooge's body into an orgasmic fit. "Oh, hell yeah," Dickteaser moaned as he felt the first wave of jizz gurgle up through his penis and squirt straight up into Bob's face. The coincidentally unfortunate timing of Bob taking a deep breath led
to a glob of cum plugging up his right nostril. Dickteaser's second wave of cum blasted his employee's chest which was already slick with sweat. The liquids instantly mixed, creating a rivulet of man-milk running down Bob's rib cage.
Dickteaser reached up and yanked the gag out of Bob's mouth. As he untied the blindfold, Bob said, "Please, Sir, I can't stand it anymore. Make me shoot my load."
Since each of Bob's legs was tied to the office chair separately, his bodily configuration left access to his crotch and asshole available for Dickteaser's use. Dickteaser wiped his hand along Bob's side to scoop up some of his cum to use as lube on his fingers. Without warning, he reached under Bob's bush and stuck two cum moistened fingers into Bob's ass. With his other hand, Dickteaser wiped the cum dripping from Bob's nose and used that as lube to apply to Bob's shaft. Working both hands in sync, he massaged Bob's prostate and his cockhead at the same time.
"Cum, you stupid bitch. Cum now!" Dickteaser both permitted and commanded simultaneously. It was an order from his boss that Bob Crotchlick was only too happy to obey. His restrained arms and legs pulled so tightly that Dickteaser thought he might rip through the material and free himself. Instead, his penis virtually erupted in a man-geyser of cum. A length of gooey white jizz shot straight up into the air and then rained down all over Dickteaser's hand and Bob's thighs. Splooge jerked his hand automatically which resulted in a new aim for Bob's next release. This time a splotch of Bob's man-milk landed squarely in his boss's face. Dickteaser managed to close his eye in time, but the cum still dripped from his eyelid and ran down his cheekbone.
Dickteaser removed his hand from Bob's rear-end and grabbed Bob's balls. He yanked on his nuts so hard that Bob screamed out in pain at the same time the feeling overstimulated his shaft and he shot another load of jizz. Dickteaser felt the load rumbling through Bob's cock and aimed it where he wanted it – right into his mouth. Splooge felt the warm liquid hit the roof of his mouth and drip onto his tongue. He immediately slobbered over Bob's manhood in time to suck down Bob's final thrust of cum.
"Now what do you say to Dickteaser Splooge?" Dickteaser asked the tied up naked stud.
"Thank you, thank you so much, Sir."
"Are you ready to get back to work?" Dickteaser asked while eyeing the clock. Now that his cock was flaccid again, he was thinking of all the lost business time that had gone by while they were getting their rocks off.
"Yes, Sir," Bob replied.
A few minutes later, they were cleaned up and back in their business suits which were admittedly a bit wrinkled, especially their dress shirts which had been used to secure Bob's legs to the chair. Luckily, when men wear a full three piece suit, very little of the dress shirt is visible anyway.
Bob reopened the blinds and unlocked the door. Splooge & Jism Investment Management was officially open for business again although Bob couldn't imagine who would bother to come into their office during the waning hours of the business day on Christmas Eve, especially with the city in the middle of a snowstorm. Bob settled in at his desk to get a head start on his monthly client reports. Just then, the buzzer on the door sounded...
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Hot Guys Going At It During A Snowstorm
A Modern Gay Sex Christmas Carol # 2
Picks up right where The Silver Haired Daddy Boss & The Sexy Employee: A Modern Gay Sex Christmas Carol #1: left off. In this installment of the gay erotic holiday series, two charity workers solicit donations at the Splooge & Jism Investment Management office and discover that although both Splooge and the weather outside may be frightful, hot guys can always find a way to get naked and make their cocks feel delightful. Also, Dickteaser Splooge reveals his true feelings about Christmas and his neighbor, Flaming Fred.
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Both Slave and Master
Audrey Ellen Grace
Copyright 2014 Audrey Ellen Grace
Lyle, a Slave, is kept chained to the bed by his Master, Erik. When Erik comes back, frustration forming a threatening aura around him, Lyle seeks to give his Master release. As things get steamy, their roles seem to blend, and Lyle realizes that he is both Slave and Master...
This sizzling 4000 word story contains gay sex, BDSM, paranormal elements, and a delicate bond.
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The stress held him like a straitjacket for the mind. It prevented his mental and emotional freedom. He felt consumed by it. It was all he could thing about. The damned deal! It would bring him enough wealth to live out the rest of his days worry-free. But things weren't going well, and as Erik walked into his cabin on the Queen Elizabeth II, he didn't fail to catch the attention of his Slave, Lyle.
Lyle watched with his bright eyes sparkling on the bed. He could tell his Master was tightly-wound, a spring too tightly coiled. A release was inevitable.
He looked around the room, the dim and dark cabin in the center of the ship, the most secure rooms. Secure not for them, but for the humans on the ship. The cabin was kept under twenty four-hour guard. Me, the Vampire... I'm so dangerous, he thought grinning.
Lyle met his Master's eyes, and they locked for a moment, the burning green of Erik versus the piercing blue of his.
Lyle receded into the bed a little, feeling the imminence of his Master's release. He couldn't really explain it, but he wanted to force it out of Erik, wanted to be on the receiving end of a day's worth of anger that had been kept in a cage. He spread his body out on the bed, his cream-colored shirt only half-buttoned and falling open to reveal the delicate milky skin beneath, the carved, flat muscles of his lean and sinewy torso. His trousers, loose khakis, gloriously failed to hide the large lump in his crotch. His hair, curly and caramel-colored, rested on his shoulders, giving him a look approaching something angelic, but also hopelessness. The appearance he cultivated for his Master was just another sign of his enslavement, and any third party who looked at him could not help but feel a pang of sorrow for the Vampire so shackled to his human owner.
But any third party looking on did not know what Lyle knew. That some things just can't work one-way.
He pushed out a small chair with his foot, offering his Master a seat, and looked Erik up and down with concern. "Have you sorted out the particulars?" he asked, jingling the chain that held his arms above his head, licking his lips and baring his fangs for just a brief flicker of a moment. The glistening ivory caught the light and gleamed like a diamond until it returned to hiding beneath its owner's lip. Lyle knew that each time he did that, it always ignited passion within his Master. Where that passion took him... that was always an uncertainty.
Erik's eyes widened in anger at the impetuousness of his Slave. He glared at Lyle, an aura of protectiveness, of privacy, igniting around him so that, for a moment, he stood ablaze in hostile emotion. He used his presence to subdue his Slave, to force the proper diffidence, the appropriate submission, out of him.
The silence that descended upon them was palpable. Lyle, stung, and Erik, plagued by a passive rage. In the deafening quiet they both heard the sound of music leaking into the room from somewhere nearby. Erik raised his eyebrow and began to canvass the walls, putting his ear to the surfaces, trying to ascertain the direction the music was coming from.
Lyle's understood the music. Blood music. Music that only Vampire's listened to. It was a cue for feeding... and carnality. He looked at Erik accusingly, but his Master paid him no heed.
"Where are they playing that from?" Erik muttered to himself, exasperated. "It's too faint! I told them to make it louder."
"I see," Lyle said quietly, recognizing tha
t his night was planned and that he had no choice in the matter. He didn't like the music. It throbbed in his gut and drove him into a disorientating dizziness. It made him feel primitive, made him loose control of his cognitions. It ignited within him the primal, and all the associated urges.
It made him lose himself, if only temporarily.
"Is there a problem?" Erik asked, grinning cruelly at his Slave.
"Again?"
"At any time I please. You know what you're here for. And you can't help it. It's not my fault you broke the speakers in our cabin. Now I have to have the music played from a different cabin, and loud enough for me to hear. No, loud enough for you to hear."
"Then," Lyle said, looking up at his Master. "In exchange, will you let me have a visitor to the cabin tomorrow?"
"What?" Erik said, spinning on Lyle. "And just what the fuck makes you think you can make requests, or ask for anything in return for doing your job?"
"Fine," Lyle said, averting his gaze. "I was just asking."
"Not once more," Erik said, heaving, expressing more anger than he really felt over the issue. He pointed a finger at Lyle, and the Slave obediently presented his cheek.
Lyle could feel the passion rising within his Master, within Erik. It was like a pressure building, and when his Master slapped him across the cheek, open-handed and hard enough to leave his cheek burning and angry-red, he felt that pressure only grow a little more. He knew that he couldn't be hurt by the human, and he knew that his Master knew that too, but their relationship was cemented in role, and the strict adherence to it.
He caught himself against the counter and found his face pressed hard against its tiled surface. "Don't fucking move," came Erik's voice from behind him. It quivered, danced on a dangerous edge. Lyle felt that emotion bleed into him, felt that passion radiate around him, envelope him. "Not. Once. More."
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