durst inside you~

First day.

Jonathan's Pov:

Agh! fuck.. why did it have to be so unbearably hot today.. fucking christ.

I had been walking for what seems like for fucking ever. My black adidas track suit was not the best outfit to wear to my interview today, it feels like im walking in a bag of sweat and stench.. hopefully the interviewer doesn't mind much. I walk into the big office and look around to see a fancy lobby. The floor is marble and the walls are white with records and pictures of famous bands such as Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, Deftones, Slayer, and Slipknot.

Well this sure raises my hopes to making it big.

I walked up to the desk and checked myself. A short man in a suit with an attractive red cap got out of the elevator and made his way towards me. My internal anxiety went off as i could see the tag on his suit, it read: "Fred Durst, CEO."

"Hello! are you here for an interview?" He reaches for my hand and shakes it. His big veiny hand wraps around mine tightly and for a second i feel myself slightly harden down there.
"Yes, My name is Jonathan Davis. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Durst." I make sure to look into his sexy blue eyes. I seem to get sick perverted thoughts the longer i hold his hand. "Pleasure is something i'd love to give you~" My eyes widen.
Did he actually say that or am i just lost in my sick thoughts?!
"Wha- Could you repeat that please? I think I misheard you..-" He smiles at me with a cheeky smile. "Come with me, Jonathan Davis. Let's go get this interview started."

Neutral:

Fred Durst grabs a firm grip of Jonathan Davis' hand and leads him to the elevator. They go up to floor 15 and rush into Fred Durst's office. Its a spacious room with pictures of his band Limp Bizkit and a big portrait of him behind him. Fred Durst pulls back the chair in front of his desk and allows Jonathan Davis to sit down. He makes his way behind Jonathan and pushes up his chair while Jonathan is sitting on it.

Fred Durst's Pov:

I finish pushing up Jonathan's chair and decide to make a move. Watching his cute trembling earlier in the lobby and seeing his cock get hard as he shook my hand made me feel something inside... something my wife hasn't been able to make me feel in months.

"So.. I was thinking on starting a new band.. Korn.-" He began to fidget with his fingers while he looked down at his lap, he was trying to cover his erection.
"Shhh~" I put my hands on his shoulders, firmly squeezing his shoulders. Jonathan whimpers. "What.. what are you doing..?" One of my hands slides down into his track suit jacket and under his shirt to feel his bare chest. "You know, down in the lobby i saw you get hard while you shook my hand. I couldn't help but wonder what naughty thoughts races through your mind. I know i certainly had some going through mine." Jonathan bit his lip. "I- i don't know what you're talking about Mr. Durst-" I smirked as i began unzipping his track suit jacket. "You said you want to make a band named Korn right?" My hands took off his jacket and reached down towards his shirt, i began to pull it off. "Yeah..mmmm k-keep going." I could see his cock get more erect, his little hands rubbed against it slightly, he was bad at being discreet. "How about this: you show me with your hands and ass how much you want Korn to be a reality and i'll make your dreams come true." I walked in front of his chair and viewed his fully hot pink lust face. Sweat drips from his abdomen. God i want nothing more but to ram my cock into this fuckers face. "Well..if nobody knows and if i get my dream from this i don't see why not!" I unzip my pants. "Good boy."

Jonathan's pov:

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK IS THIS ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENING OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK IM GONNA FUCKING COMBUST AH!!

A million thoughts race my head but suddenly Fred whips out his cock. It's big and thick, his tip is light pink and dripping with pre-cum, the cock itself is fully erect and throbbing.. its like he wants to ram into my face. These thoughts i've been having and the deprivation i've been in for so many years isn't against the idea of getting faced fucked by my future boss. I look up at his cocky face and and softly smile, wanting to please him i take off my track suit and pull my cock out too. Compared to his it's small so i guess this means im the bottom? I wrap my hand around my cock and begin to jerk it off.

"God you're so fucking cute and submissive, put your mouth on my dick already you whore." My wet mouth opens "Yes sir.." I put as most of his cock as i can into my mouth and leave just a small bit of space at the back of it so i can actually suck it properly. Wet sucking sounds fill the quiet room. Fred's head rolls back in pleasure and lust. He puts his hand over my head and pushes me closer to him. His fat cock hits the back of my throat and i gag.

"Aww am i too big for you? deal with it stupid bitch." He thrusts into my mouth harder and tears form at the corners of my eyes, all im doing now is choking on my future bosses dick. I should hate him for this but i can't. I want to please him, i want nothing more than to be called a good boy again and to be rewarded with my future band. He bites his lip.

"Jonathan.. i don't know you but i sure do hope you can swallow because im about to-"
He cumshots the back of my mouth and the salty white substance runs down into my throat, i pull away from his cock and lick the cum off of his dick. Quickly swallowing i look up at him. His face is red and he's sweating, his nails were dug into his desk and they left indents.

"Tell me im your good boy! please Mr.Durst.. please tell me i did good." My eyes become teary and i pout. I want his validation.. i don't know why but i do. "You did such a good job Jonathan..you're my good boy~"