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Kirin knew he'd dozed off for a while, but he also knew that after the incredible fuck session with his druggie ex-boss Jai, he'd earned the kip.
He thought he'd heard a door slam, but maybe it was just the sound of his revived erection as it thwapped against his stomach. He knew he liked that idea better.
What he didn't know was that his current boss, Nikhil, would be standing on the other end of the desk, absolutely fuming.
"What is going on here???" Nikhil huffed, his hands on his hips.
"Figure it out, bro," Kirin yawned, raising his hips enough to show the sexy Sharma a teasing glimpse of his hole.
"I'm your employer. I-I'm not your bro."
Kirin wanted to tell Nikhil he'd just fucked Nikhil's bro, wrapped a belt around his neck and sent the (semi-reformed) town thug their shag snaps, but he'd save that for another time. He was more interested in the bulge obscenely glued against Nikhil's tight trousers.
"Going commando?" Kirin teased.
Nikhil blushed. Kirin licked his parched lips as he knew he'd soon see just how far that blush went.
"I didn't have any clean underpants."
He was a terrible liar. Adorable, but terrible. For right now Kirin just wanted to strip him and ride him. They could save the bonding for a few dickings down the road.
The gasp when Kirin began to knead his semi-erect meat through his slacks was enough to stiffen Kirin's own meat tighter in his palm.
"Stop lying," he commanded, lowering Nikhil's zipper with his nimble feet, "and strip."
"The..." Nikhil panted, tugging at his sweat-soaked dress shirt, "the workplace is for working."
Kirin fished Nikhil's dark, uncut cock out of the oppressive material, grinning at the whimper from his boss at the feel of his shaft trapped between the talented toes.
"And cocks are for sucking...and fucking."
Nikhil still looked torn, even as he finally allowed himself to rake his chocolate-colored eyes down Kirin's smooth, cum-drenched torso.
"I won't tell...gotta keep standards...upright..." Kirin teased as he placed his feet on Nikhil's abs, toes placed just right to tear open the expensive fabric.
"I-I..."
"C'mon, son," Kirin finally said, chuckling at Nikhil's nostrils flaring at his junior calling him "son." "I fucked a proper LOSER on this desk not even an hour ago - why not proper punish me? Show me what I deserve."
Nikhil looked down at his dick now laid out flat on the cool desk, his shirt half-ruined, his trousers half-open. He knew he should go - he and David were good together, and Kirin was an employee. He was also a smug little punk who'd love to have a leg over Nikhil, in more ways than one.
This would be a terrible idea.
He should leave now and just go home and finish filling David's insides, rather than letting this spoiled brat tempt him with a cheeky grin and dick-sucking lips and a winking pucker so close to his grasp...
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Sod it."
He ripped his shirt off, his furry chest glistening in the framed photos Jai and Kirin had shoved to the side of the desk earlier.
Kirin playfully flung a few discarded shirt buttons at the lanky man as Niikhil undid his belt. He licked his lips again as he watched Nikhil bending over to methodically remove his shoes, socks and trousers. His arse was well-toned, supple, with just the right amount of hair on his cheeks, and a hell of a lot around his tight hole.
"Sit on my face please..." and then, after a wink, "sir..."
Nikhil hesitated for a minute, but then crouched over Kirin's handsome features, willing to let the 18-year old slut grip his hips and get him into position.
As Nikhil sighed at the tongue trembling against his anus, the fingernails clawing into his runners' thighs, he thought of the night in the garage when Ross had sat on his face, not even asking, just doing it. Nikhil's mouth had opened to protest and then he'd just tasted and experienced...the sweat and the musk, his nose brushing against the sweaty taint and heavy smooth balls, the coarse hairs against his tongue, the way he could barely breathe and Ross let up just enough for him to keep diving in further.
He hadn't wanted to do the same to David - there was something so pure and good about David, even when he was pounding into the blonde Adonis to make him squeal in pleasure - but Kirin was such trash, Nikhil didn't care about holding back.
He swerved to where he could slap his hard cock against Kirin's chest, Kirin eagerly rubbing the pre-cum in with his sweat and his own seed and the leftovers of another man...
Nikhil was tempted to ask who it had been, but that would mean no longer having that incredible sensation cleaning and devouring him inside out. The eager slurping sounds alone made his knees buckle as he strained to squat over the desk.
He grunted in both pleasure and disappointment when Kirin broke away to take one of his tight, smooth balls into his skilled mouth, but his mouth was soon busy when he licked and bit at the surprisingly meaty thighs of his new fuck buddy.
Kirin groaned at the sharp teeth marking his upper legs, then as Nikhil planted his ball sac directly over Kirin's nostrils to hitch his legs up. He could only mumble his approval as he felt the tentative swipes against his tight entrance.
"So dirty," Nikhil growled as he spat into Kirin's hole. "Dirty whore."
Kirin could barely breathe, nose full of nuts and tongue lapping at the base of Nikhil's prize piece. He deliriously beat himself off to Nikhil's filth talk, imagining Nikhil eating him out as Cain's horse meat slid up and down between his arse cheeks, waiting for the bludgeoning he'd well and truly earned.
He was almost as delirious when he could suddenly breathe again, eyes blinded by the overhead lighting, body shivering from the absence of the lithe, tan man who was now crouching on the hardwood floor, hard cock filling one hand as the other began a merciless violation of Kirin's tightness.
"Not good enough for me..." he said as he watched Kirin suck in one finger, then two.
Kirin threw his head back as he began to take in the third.
"You come into MY company...with drugs," he spat, noticing the coke packet on the ground next to him, "and you spread your legs on MY desk," he added, pushing his long, perfectly manicured fingers deeper inside his hate sex partner, just to hear him choke on the pleasure, "and now you want me to...to fuck you."
Kirin banged his head on the desk as a fourth finger began to dig in.
"Earn it. Earn my cock, boy."
Kirin had taken a fist before, but from a stranger, not someone who paid him, someone who looked down on him, someone he'd wanked off to the thought of degrading and corrupting, rather than this, than being finger-fucked into barely even remembering his own name. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, and that's why he was writhing now, why he was close to blowing his load without even touching himself.
"Beg me," Nikhil commanded, slowly removing his fingers.
"F-Fuck you."
Three fingers left.
"Beg."
Two.
"Me."
"No!" Kirin shouted, both at the order and at the emptiness inside him with just one digit left.
"Fine," Nikhil said as he stood back up, towering over Kirin as he continued to masturbate. Kirin tried to sit up, to reach out a helping hand, but was pushed back down as Nikhil continued to slide a lonely index finger in and out of him.
"L-Last chance," he managed, biting his lower lip as he leered down at the younger man.
Kirin knew how close he was to saying yes, to letting himself be Nikhil's bitch the way he had with Cain, to letting Nikhil know he'd won. Every time Nikhil stroked that perfect, beautiful cock, he got a little closer.
So he grabbed a surprised Nikhil's wrist, removing his finger, ignoring the wobbliness in his knees as he lifted up his lower half and began a crude stroke job.
It was his turn to be surprised when Nikhil swatted his hand away, wrapping it around Kirin's thick, throbbing shaft.
"I WILL fuck you," Nikhil promised, gritting his teeth as he slapped his shaft into Kirin's sweaty palm, Kirin sitting up now as they exchanged a sloppy, teeth-heavy kiss. "When you deserve it."
Kirin laughed into the other man's mouth, tugging on his heavy bollocks and slipping a finger into his slick navel, lapping up the taste of sweat and seed on his tongue before sharing it.
"You sanctimonious sonnuva..."
Kirin couldn't say anymore, because Nikhil shoved his tongue down his throat, yanking him forward by the rigid flesh tower.
Kirin straddled Nikhil's thin waist, their rock-hard lengths on top of each other, then, with a cruel twist and wicked grin that surprised Kirin, Nikhil lifted him just enough to where his shaft was now positioned in Kirin's crack.
As the kiss deepened, he moaned at the tongue in his mouth and at the ache of the shaft teasing, teasing, teasing him, on the verge of giving him the dicking he needed...
"Earn it," Nikhil hissed in his ear as he slapped his ready-to-burst beef against the supple teen flesh one last time.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck yes...yes..." Nikhil said, like a mantra, as he began to cum, decorating Kirin's gorgeously light brown backside with a layer of white cream.
His hand squeezed Kirin's base, thumb running riot over the sensitive pink glans. Kirin buried his head in Nikhil's long, smooth neck, ashamed to let his boss see him as he shot volley after volley into the delicate Sharma palm.
He couldn't remember what happened next, other than the taste of Nikhl's fingers as he greedily suckled them dry, tasting his own semen, the way he loved to do. That was in private, not with Nikhil watching him...Nikhil ruining him this way.
The next thing he knew he was back on the desk, still naked, still half-hard. He almost thought he'd dreamt the whole thing, until he saw Nikhil towering over him, heard the zip of his jeans.
Nikhil didn't even look at him. Not out of shame, Kirin knew, but just out of condescension. Like he was so much better than Kirin, even as he'd tongue-fucked Kirin's arsehole not all that long ago.
Before Kirin could say anything, Nikhil tossed the tattered and torn white dress shirt at him, Kirin's nostrils now full of sweet and expensive aftershave.
"Clean up before you go," Nikhil ordered, going slow enough out the door to give Kirin time to get a lingering view of his amazingly pert backside in slacks that seemed snugger than ever.
Once he knew he was alone, he managed to crawl off the desk and plant himself into Nikhil's high-priced desk chair, beefy legs sticking to the leather.
He spread his legs wide as he began one last, exhaustive wank, fat length wrapped tight in the dress shirt.
"I'll leave ya something to clean up...wanker..." he smirked, sighing as he felt his last load of the day churning inside his balls.
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David wanted to get up and run - even with a cucumber clenched between his cheeks - when he saw Andy Sugden jaw-dropping at him from the front door. Andy was as straight as they came, with a long list of conquests. David had conquered a few of them himself. Or maybe they'd conquered him. He was never too sure.
He was getting off the point.
As Andy stepped toward him, he knew he should at least stand up, tug his jeans on, maybe say he was trying a new cure for a cold or he had a bad itch or something.
Instead, with those dark eyes trained on his naked body, that craggy, handsome face, those thick lips licking at the sight of the vegetable between his legs and the drooling shaft between his thighs, not only could he not move...he couldn't even get his dick soft.
"Hope you're offerin' a discount."
David leered at the ripped thighs in tight blue jeans as Andy crouched near him, one hand slowly working the cucumber in and out of his well-used hole while the other toyed with his small left nipple.
"Miss your ring," Andy said, fondly, smiling at him like he didn't want to just break him in half with his crudely outlined jawbreaker...even though David knew - and desperately hoped - he did.
"Oh, yeah," David remembered, and sighed, when Andy pinched the tan tit. He used to have a silver hoop. He wasn't sure why he'd stopped - it was probably Priya complaining about it. Maybe he'd get one on his frenum this time. Nikhil's tongue lolling that metal ball...or Andy even. Or both.
His fantasies were interrupted when Andy abruptly yanked the cucumber out of his clenching cheeks, only replying to David's yelp by taking a large bite out of the warm, gooey fruit. He leaned over to share the food with a startled David, letting the blonde babe taste his own arse juices as he rarely had before.
"Good lad," Andy smirked as he stood up, glacially peeling off his shirt so as to let David drool over his massively built chest, covered in dark hair.
Just as David began to wank himself off, he was sure he heard something - or someone - outside. He was sure it sounded like a man.
He ignored it, instead fingering his hungry hole and listening to the clank of Andy's belt buckle as his jeans hit the floor, but he'd been more right than he ever could have guessed...