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Previously:
I withdrew and Quentin flopped-down on the bed and pulled Doug onto him. But it wasn't for a makeout or a cuddle session. Quent was still angry and he was making Doug lick up every drop of cum that he'd shot earlier. When Doug was finished, Quentin dismissed him and told him to go shower and clean-up. I crawled onto my bed and Quentin rolled over to put his head on my pec....still my boy in some ways, I guess. I pulled him close, kissed his forehead and whispered...."Damn, that was hot. You've grown-up, handsome boy". Quentin smiled and moved to kiss me gently. "I have", he said. "But I still need my daddy sometimes.". With that, he laid his head on my pec and began to breathe deeply. We both fell asleep
Characters:
Me (John): WM, 44, 6', 200, ginger, muscular, alpha Boss: Asian twink, 26, 5'6", 130, smooth/lean Don: WM, 38, 5'9", 210, nerd at bathhouse Quentin: WM Twink, 25, 5'9, 155, smooth, blond Doug: Quentin's BF, Latino, 6', 180, musc, smooth Colin: My co-worker, white, 30, 5'7", 125, skinny, smooth
My Dom Asian Twink - Part 7
I woke the boys (Quentin and Doug) and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I was going back to work today and feeling much better, happy, content with the changes of the past few days. Quentin and Doug appeared moments later in the doorway dressed, with that "walk of shame" look in their clothing, hair and eyes. The hugged me and said they needed to run. Doug pecked me on the cheek and Quentin patted my ass on the way out the door. Damn they were a hot pair.
I showered, dressed and arrived at the office at 830am. Folks asked me how I was feeling and I told everyone not to worry...I was much better. I explained it as a sports injury at the gym and no one lingered on the subject, especially since my body proved that I spent a lot of time working-out. I had one gay co-worker, an assistant in the advertising department. I rarely saw him and only knew he was gay by his mannerisms (definitely on the fem side) and the fact that I ran into him occasionally at social functions. Colin was talkative and outgoing, which made him a favorite of the firm's customers and his co-workers. He was OUT, way more out than me. 30, Irish/English, 5'7, 125. Colin was skinny....with a flat ass and skinny arms. He was effeminate, but not overly so. He'd flirted casually over the years but I had kept a friendly, firm distance. I simply wasn't into fem guys. And I wouldn't consider fooling around with someone in the office.
At noon, I my assistant ordered-in so I could catch up on work. I'd been traveling the prior week and day-to-day stuff had piled-up in my absence. I had several contracts to review. A quiet lunch hour would help me catch-up. Shortly after lunch was delivered, I closed my door and started reading. No one would interrupt as long as the door was closed (everyone knew the rules) and my assistant would hold my calls when she returned from lunch.
I was on the third forkful of my salad when there was a tap on the door and Colin walked-in without waiting for me to invite him. I was perturbed, but I tried not to show it. I greeted Colin and asked him what he needed. He didn't respond immediately, he just walked to a chair and sat across from my desk. This was bold and I was curious, so I put down my fork and sat back in my chair.
"I'll get right to the point, John. My friend, Al, one of my fuck buddies, saw you at the bathhouse on Sunday. He saw everything, John.", Colin said with quiet confidence. The look on my face must have been priceless. I didn't expect this and Ihad no clue how to respond. Colin continued, "Al had seen you there once, several months ago. He goes frequently. Anyway, he said last time you were quite the top stud and got blown by several of the better-looking guys. It didn't surprise me at the time. But he said this time was....different". By now I was turning red, sweat had broken-out on my forehead and I still hadn't said a word. Colin continued, "Al said you got spanked and fucked by a twink, John, A hot little, Asian twink. And Al said this twink used your mouth and ass in front of the entire group of guys at the bathhouse, in one of the public spaces. Is that true, John?" I began to rise from my chair and finally found my voice, although I didn't exactly sound confident. "Regardless where I was on Sunday, I'm not sure how it concerns you.", I said. Colin smiled a thin smile and said, "Sit down, John. Relax. Let me explain it to you in terms that you might actually understand, especially after your public take-down on Sunday." I continued standing, contemplating my next move when Colin raised his high-pitched voice and said, "Sit the fuck down". I sat.
Colin stood and moved to my side of the desk, leaning against it a foot from my chair. In the seconds that followed I kept eyes down trying desperately to regulate my breathing. I looked at Colin's shoes...nicely polished loafers, surprisingly large for someone his size. My eyes traveled upward as I quickly prepared to meet his eyes and regain some control here. His slacks were well-tailored and fit him in the "skinny" style of the day. I had just taken notice of his Zegna belt when I saw it pulse and did a double-take. Colin was hard in his tailored slacks. Colin was HUNG. It snaked down his left leg halfway to his knee. It was cut, it was thick, and it bulged obscenely in his tight slacks. It pulsed again and I jerked my head up quickly to meet his eyes. But Colin noticed. He reached for my sweaty hand and pulled it toward his leg. I moved along with my hand involuntarily. Colin used my hand to grope his oversized cock and I couldn't help it....I whispered "wow" before I even thought about it. "Big, isn't it, John?", Colin said. I snapped out of my reverie and pulled my hand back, standing up and moving away from him a step. "I...I" was all I got out. He reached out with his skinny fingers and took hold of my boner, the boner I hadn't realized I'd sprung. "Looks like Al was right about you, although I couldn't believe it at first when he told me. But Al was certain, John, because Al was VERY close to the action. Al was actually part of the action. You see, John, Al was the Jewish guy, the one your Asian twink made you blow while he fucked your ass for the audience. Al says you're a damn fine cocksucker, by the way. He said, "Mr Alpha is actually a big ole bottom, Colin. A submissive, muscle bottom." I kept my eyes focused on the floor while Colin spoke, completely shocked by this onslaught of words. He continued, "Actually, that twink fucked the alpha right out of you, didn't he, John? Look at you, for Christ's sake. Beet red, sweating and shaking, exactly like a sub should act when confronted by a true alpha. And you're all boned-up over my big dick, even though you're ashamed to admit it." Colin slid closer and his fingers closed around my balls. He squeezed hard and my eyes snapped back to his. "I've got your attention and you aren't protesting the facts, are you John?" I dropped my eyes to the floor in submission. Good, so let's get down to business", he said quietly. I nodded, afraid to speak, and afraid he'd crush my nuts as Boss had done a couple days ago. I was afraid of Colin.
He relaxed his hand a little and continued to speak softly and evenly. "You've always been nice to me, John, but standoffish. I think my gayness makes you a little uncomfortable, especially here at the office where you are on the Senior team. I understand. They know you're gay, but you can't be "too" gay. That makes sense. And until Al told me his story, I assumed you were a top, a total top. And maybe you were. Al said you tried to resist the twink at first, at least until he got rough with you. When he did, the sub inside you just gave-in, at least according to Al and his pals. Anyway, things are about to change in our relationship, mine and yours, John. We are going to get closer here at the office, have lunch together occasionally. You're going to find a reason to take me along on one of those trips to see clients. I will defer to you as always in the office and I won't embarrass you. I'll keep your little secret from the water-cooler crowd. But in return, you're going to take care of me sexually when I get horny. In the bathroom down the hall, here in your office, in the stairwell, even in the parking garage - basically wherever I choose. I won't let you get caught...that isn't good for either of us professionally. But you won't argue with me when I summon you. And John....I am a total top sexually - looks can be very deceiving. I don't suck dick or get fucked. Ever. So it might be hard on you the first few times I plow your ass. I'm really fucking big. But you'll adjust eventually. And my history with men proves to be true, you'll beg for it eventually. No one else will be able to truly satisfy you.
Colin took his hand off my balls and I exhaled, relieved that he hadn't crushed them. My heart was pounding in my chest. How long had he been in my office....5 minutes? Maybe 10?? No, more like 5. He leaned back on the desk as I processed his words, his lecture, his demands. I stood before him, my 6' muscular frame towering over his 5'7 skinny body. Yet I felt small, weak, defeated. My cock was still hard. I had no idea what to do next, but Colin did. "Strip", he commanded in his high-pitched voice. My mind raced...I couldn't strip here. In my office. What if someone walked-in....there was no lock on the door. What if..... "I said STRIP, bitch. Now.", he said evenly. I began to unbutton my shirt as Colin watched approvingly. Next was my undershirt and I saw him admire my furry pecs. I undid my belt and stepped out of my slacks, draping them over a chair. It was like an out of body experience, I was simply going through the motions. Shoes next. "Turn around when you drop the boxers", he said. I did, and he whistled as I tossed them on the chair. "Face me", he barked. I turned toward him, my 6-incher pointing straight out. Colin looked me up and down. "I always wanted to see what was under those clothes and you definitely don't disappoint, John. Except for that little cock, of course. I expected something more substantial. But you muscle guys are all the same....most of you have boycocks." With that, he unzipped and hauled out his monster. It was pink and thick enough that his hand barely wrapped around it. At least 9 inches, probably longer. I would have been scared if I thought about what was coming. But I was so aroused by it that I just sunk to my knees and crawled over for a closer inspection. I stared at it and leaned forward to lick it, but he stopped me with a hand on my forehead. Then he began to smack me with his big meat. Whack, whack, whack, whack....over and over. He smacked my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth. He tilted my head back and ordered me to keep my mouth shut while he beat my lips with his giant cock. I was leaking precum all over the floor and I wanted to touch myself in the worst possible way. But I wisely chose to ignore my cock...I had a feeling he wouldn't be amused.
After a minute or so, Colin dragged his monster dick all over my face, leaving a trail of his pre on my lips and both cheeks. "You really ARE a bottom bitch, aren't you? Damn this is going to be fun."
Then Colin tucked his giant prick into his trousers and walked out of my office, leaving the door half-open on purpose. I panicked, realizing that I was naked (on my knees) and someone might see me. I raced to the door and closed it, then leaned forward against the heavy wood and jerked my cock furiously. I painted the door with my load as I held-on tightly for support. When I recovered, I dressed and headed for the bathroom to wash my hands and face. Along the way, I passed my assistant. "John, you have something all over your face", she said. SHIT! I'd forgotten to wipe Colin's precum off my face. "Salad dressing, I replied. I made a mess." Then I beelined for the bathroom before anyone else saw me....