Tim definitely didn’t want his boss knowing what he enjoyed doing on the side. He was reasonably sure Paul was gay after the boat trip, but other than a few adorably fumbled double-entendres Tim pretended sailed over his head, the man hadn’t said anything. The last thing he needed was freaking out his possibly closeted gay, vanilla, clueless boss by revealing that he had a freaky sadistic Top working for him.
Tonight Tim wanted to enjoy a drink, a good cigar, and then wander upstairs to the third floor to finally bust some tension that had built up. He purchased a bourbon on ice downstairs and carried it up to the changing room on the second floor, where he picked a locker.
He caught a glimpse of a guy with a sweet body dressed in pup gear heading out of the changing room as Tim walked in through the opposite door. He knew it wasn’t uncommon for bottoms—pups or piggies or just good old-fashioned sluts and power bottoms—to make the rounds of the second floor, looking to suck cocks or pick up play for later upstairs on the third floor.
After stripping and removing his briefs, he changed into jeans, boots, and a black leather vest, locked his things in one of the lockers, and headed out. He had lube and condoms in his bag for later, but didn’t want to go upstairs without finding someone to play with first.
As he scanned the space, across the room he spotted a guy already on his knees—the pup he’d seen earlier—with a large black Top. Seeing from the look on the other Top’s face already sitting there that the pup would be busy for a while, Tim started for the cigar room, then hesitated, turning back for a second, closer look.
No…
Staying off to the side, so the pup’s back remained to him, Tim leaned against the wall, sipping his drink as he watched the guy eagerly servicing the large black Top, quickly followed by the other Top sitting at the table.
His gaze kept falling on the light blue stripe on the pup’s collar and right armband.
Hmm.
When the pup finished with them, he moved across the room, away from Tim, and picked up three more Tops after pausing at one guy who apparently turned him down in a friendly sort of way after petting his head for a few minutes.
It’s just wishful thinking.
Still, there was something…familiar about the guy.
His cock throbbed as he watched the pup sucking the first one of that group of three, Tim’s heart racing before he finally shook it off and headed for the cigar lounge. Tim’s cock wanted to be buried inside the pup’s mouth.
The night is young.
Instead, after Tim bought a cigar from the attendant at the counter inside the room, he picked a comfy chair along the far wall where he could see both one of the TV screens as well as the door to the room. He set his drink on the small table next to the chair that also held a clean ashtray awaiting his use. After clipping the end of the cigar he lit it, taking a few draws off it and sighing in contentment.
Only thing that would be better would be having his cock buried in a certain special someone’s mouth right now.
When another pup approached him a few minutes later, he patted the guy’s head and shook his own, sending him away with a smile. Between sipping his drink and smoking his cigar, he couldn’t help but keep glancing at the door to the other room.
That’s why, when it finally opened and he spotted the pup’s head poke through, and finally got a look at the pup’s unmistakable green eyes, it took every ounce of self-control he had not to stand, stride over, grab him by the collar, and drag him upstairs.
Instead, he waited, watching.
He spotted it the moment those gorgeous green eyes locked on his, and he knew his smile looked more than a little predatory, especially when those gorgeous green eyes widened in recognition.
And maybe just a little fear.
Probably more than a little fear. Something akin to horror, from how wide they opened.
That only made Tim’s hungry cock throb harder.
Tim crooked his finger at the man, wondering if he’d make his way over…or if he’d have to go after him.
Eventually the pup approached him, looking sexy as fuck on all fours.
Tim’s hard cock pulsed inside his jeans, this dream come true. He made no secret of it when he transferred his cigar to his left hand and started massaging his bulge with his right.
Ohhhh, it’s on.
The pup’s body almost seemed to tremble as he sat on his haunches in front of Tim. Tim patted his inner thigh and let the pup come to him. When he was close enough, Tim hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the pup’s collar and pulled him the rest of the way in, so that the pup’s cheek was pressed against the denim stretched over his cock.
Tim didn’t say anything at first, mesmerized by his green eyes, the fear and lust and longing all mingling there.
Tim took another puff from his cigar and blew a lazy smoke ring before he leaned in with a smile. “You want to suck Daddy’s cock, pup?”
The pup licked his lips and eagerly nodded.
He released the pup’s collar and eased his fly open with his right hand before reaching for the collar again, hooking his fingers around it.
“Take your time, pup. Daddy’s in no hurry. I watched you with some of those other Tops, and I want a taste of your mouth, too. You seem to be very popular around here.”
Tim leaned back, getting comfortable with his cigar, waiting.
Watching.
Smiling at his good luck.
* * * *
Maybe he doesn’t know it’s me!
But the tone of Tim’s voice drilled deep into Paul’s soul. He knew this was wrong and stupid and maybe even dangerous.
He also didn’t care.
Paul leaned in, eagerly swallowing the man’s cock, swirling his tongue around the head and tasting him before taking him to the root. Tim’s wasn’t the largest cock he’d ever serviced, but he had nothing to be ashamed of, either. He had a sweetly tangy taste Paul wanted more of.
And Paul wanted to take his time.
Maybe even all night.
Tim’s thumb stroked the side of Paul’s head through the hood, even as his other fingers firmly held the collar, trapping Paul in place.
“That’s it,” Tim softly cooed. “Make Daddy feel good, piggy. Look at me.”
He forced his eyes open and stared up into Tim’s intense brown gaze. Tim’s smile nearly made Paul come right there.
“I watched you sucking cocks out there. Eager little piggy, looking for something you haven’t been able to find, aren’t you?”
He couldn’t reply with Tim’s cock now deep in his throat, but he mumbled an assent around it.
Tim’s smile widened and he set his cigar in the ashtray before he leaned in. He cupped his left hand around the back of Paul’s head and dropped his voice to a whisper.
“Bet you’d rather have my cock up your ass instead of that butt plug, hmm?”
Something about his tone burst through all of Paul’s defenses despite knowing this was a really bad fucking idea. If he let Tim take him upstairs, no way could he pretend he wasn’t who he was.
Or why he was there.
He wouldn’t be able to keep his hood on. They had security up there, and it was required you be totally naked outside the locker room and showers. If he tried to leave the locker room in anything but a towel and shower sandals—jewelry and collars and harnesses were allowed—he’d be spun around and sent back in to strip. It kept everyone on even footing.
“Maybe you’d rather have my fist up your greedy little ass, hmm?”
A needy whine escaped Paul, along with another mumbled assent. It’d been a while since he’d had that, but yeah. While large toys were fun, it didn’t beat having a flesh-and-blood partner.
“Maybe we can find a second Top who will help Daddy DP his greedy little piggy’s ass, hmm?”
Ooooh, I am soooo fucked.
He also realized he didn’t care. He was past the point of no return as he tasted pre-cum on his tongue and was trying to lick
the man’s balls with his cock all the way in his mouth.
There was no denying he wanted this. Tim had seen him servicing other Tops, other cocks. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t want it, or wasn’t into it.
He absolutely was.
And Paul didn’t know what to think of the fact that Tim had so immediately pegged him and drilled deep into his darkest fantasies.
Tim pressed the side of his face against the hood, whispering into Paul’s ear. “Daddy’s going to love sitting there with you impaled on my cock and watching your face as another Top slides his cock inside your ass alongside mine. Maybe that first guy you sucked off, hmm? Think you can get him up again? That nice thick meat plowing you? Long as he’s wrapped. Right now, I’m the only one who gets to breed my piggy’s ass, right?”
His mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” was apparently understood, because Tim chuckled.
His next words nearly stopped Paul’s heart. “Don’t worry, you’re still my boss at work, Mister Sauer.” His grip tightened. “But suck the first load out of Daddy’s balls right now, because I want to find us a third and take you upstairs.”
His grip eased. “Or pull off now, no hard feelings, none of this ever happened, and we never mention it again. But if you swallow my load, you’re telling me you want to be mine, and I’m going to make you mine in ways that will leave you no room for doubt about how much I want this, and you.”
Paul hesitated, trying to weigh it all in his head and realizing there was only one answer.
He sucked, hard, a feeling of freedom spinning through him when Tim’s grip returned, tighter than ever. “Such a good boy for Daddy,” he said. “Daddy’s going to take good care of his greedy little piggy.”
His fingers stroked Paul’s head through the hood. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about this. Daddy’s going to give his greedy little piggy every dark and delicious thing he’s ever wanted, and more.”
Chapter Four
Tim didn’t even care that he didn’t finish his cigar. When he felt his balls tighten as his climax hit, he tightly held on to Paul’s head and fucked his mouth for the last few seconds, climaxing with a satisfied grunt and holding Paul in place to suck and lick every last drop of cum from his balls.
Best.
Blowjob.
Ever.
Finally, he patted Paul on top of the head and moved him slightly so his face was still pressing against Tim’s inner thigh, but it gave Tim enough room to tuck in his cock and close his fly.
Then he sat forward, reaching down to palm the front of Paul’s jock. The hard cock under his palm made his own heart throb a little harder. He’d definitely enjoy his boy fucking his ass.
But not tonight.
Tonight he wanted to fuck his boy and claim him.
“You been fisted before?” Tim asked.
Paul nodded, his eyes wide and glazed and looking like he was close to coming right now.
Tim eased and gentled his grip over Paul’s bulge, not wanting Paul to pop too soon. “Neg, I hope?”
If not, there’d be another whole conversation to be had, a serious one, and not at the club. They’d have to cut the evening short and immediately return to his place or Paul’s to talk in private.
Paul nodded.
“So am I. Results at home, though, not here. I mean it—sucking’s one thing. For now, you don’t fuck bareback unless it’s me, or I give you permission to fuck someone bare. I’m the only one who gets to decide breeding privileges for my piggy. And you don’t suck or fuck anyone without my permission from this point on. I get to say who uses my piggy. You also get veto rights, and you can point guys out to me you’re interested in, but I choose if they’re an option or not. Understand?”
Paul nodded.
The fact that Paul wasn’t protesting made Tim’s hopes soar. He’d lusted after Paul ever since going to work for the man, but assumed he’d never have a chance with him. He knew Paul was three years older than him, but the guy looked way younger.
Lucky bastard.
That Paul was far kinkier than he’d ever dreamed was the icing on the cake. Tim couldn’t stand a cheater, but he enjoyed swinging, as long as everyone had given permission and it was safe. He’d already had one poly relationship in college, him and two other guys, but when the third had been discovered cheating on them, it was a scary few months for him and the other guy, until test results kept coming back neg.
And it’d driven an irreparable wedge between all three of them. He and Tom had parted friends after graduation, but neither of them had any contact with Dave, who’d destroyed their trust.
Since then, he’d felt a sad longing in his soul but had devoted his energies toward his career.
Maybe this was better. A guy of his own who liked to get freaky, who he could allow to be freaky with permission. It’d been hot watching Paul sucking the other guys, but would have been even hotter knowing Paul had to ask his permission first, and was putting on a show for him.
Tim stubbed out his cigar and stood, holding a hand out to Paul. Paul sat there, dazed, staring up at him.
“Don’t keep me waiting, boy,” he said. “Let’s go have some more fun. Unless you’ve changed your mind. If that’s the case, you need to tell me. If you haven’t, do not keep me waiting.”
Paul reached up a mitt-clad hand and Tim guided him to his feet. They returned to the changing room, where Tim grabbed his stuff, then had Paul direct him to his locker and he unlocked it with Paul giving him the combo.
He didn’t want to strip a piece of gear from Paul until he had him upstairs, including the mitts.
Carrying both their bags, and leading Paul by a mitted hand, he crossed the room and headed for the first Top Paul had blown, the large black guy, who looked up at their arrival.
“Need to fist my piggy and then fill his hole with two cocks. As long as you’re neg and will fuck him wrapped, would you care to join us?”
He grinned and stood. “Fuck, yeah. I’ve been trying to get a piece of this pup’s ass for months. I’ll meet you up there in a few.”
“Cool. See you there.”
* * * *
Paul wasn’t sure what he should be doing, if he should be going along with this or putting on the brakes. But as they climbed the stairs together, Tim smiled at him. “I cannot wait to see what you feel and sound and look like coming in my hand with your ass stuffed with cock.”
The good kind of shiver rippled through Paul. It was like the guy was reading his thoughts.
Tim made him wait in the third-floor locker room. Tim stripped first, grabbing his towel, lube, condoms, and a couple of nitrile gloves. He shoved all his other stuff into a locker, but then Paul realized he was going to lock his stuff in there, too.
He’d be captive, in a way. Unable to dress and leave until Tim let him.
And something about it turned him on even more.
Tim started at Paul’s feet, replacing the wrestling boots with the flip-flops he kept in his bag. Working his way up, after the knee pads he removed Paul’s mitts and harness next, then pulled the butt plug tail out and made Paul hold it while he removed the rest of his gear.
“Go wash that off,” Tim ordered.
Paul went to do it while Tim stashed Paul’s stuff in his locker. When Paul returned with the cleaned plug, Tim added it to the locker and locked everything in, handing Paul his towel.
He reached up and ruffled Paul’s hair, which was damp from sweat from his hood. “You’ve been a busy boy tonight. I hope you saved some energy.”
He nodded.
Tim leaned in and reached down, fisting Paul’s cock. “You don’t get to come without permission anymore. Understand?” He squeezed Paul’s cock, which only hardened him even more. “This also belongs to me now, meaning you need my permission to come.”
Paul nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Tim arched an eyebrow, waiting, and Paul understood what he wanted.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said.
Tim grinned.
“Much better.”
He led Paul out of the locker room and into the main space. There were plenty of private alcoves and benches of various kinds surrounding the larger central area, where it lay open with plenty of horizontal surfaces ready for fucking use, some already occupied. In one alcove, a guy in a sex swing was taking on what looked like close to a dozen Tops.
Tim gripped the back of Paul’s neck and leaned in as they watched. “I am a kinky freak,” he admitted. “You will be a well-fucked man, don’t worry. Never lie to me or break my rules, though. That will end everything immediately.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Tim smiled before leaning in to kiss him. “You have no idea how much I love the sound of those two words coming from your mouth. Only thing I’ll like more is how you sound begging me for permission to come in a little while.”
They found an alcove with a wide, padded bench, more like a table, the perfect height for Tim to bend Paul over it. He did just that, pulling on a glove and lubing it.
When Tim’s fingers touched his rim, Paul jumped despite expecting it.
A hand came to rest in the middle of his shoulders. “Relax and enjoy it, boy. Or safeword. Either one.”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I didn’t think so.” It didn’t take Tim long to work Paul up to a full fisting. Paul writhed against the bench, his cock throbbing and leaking as Tim’s hand slowly slid in and out of his ass, his fingers brushing against his sweet spot with every thrust but not hard enough to get him off.
“He ready?” Paul realized it was the other Top’s voice.
“Yeah.”
Someone grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up off the bench. He realized it was Tim, whose gaze settled on and held his as he climbed up onto the bench in front of Paul, sitting up and facing him.
“Climb on, piggy. Time to ride.”
Tim released Paul’s hair and Paul climbed on, settling onto Tim’s cock with a happy moan.
Tim pulled him in for a long, hard kiss, while behind them, two hands settled on Paul’s ass, squeezing, then slapping his ass cheeks.