There is something about the straight man that is always in control, that sometimes leads him to the far reaches of submission. James liked to be whipped. He liked to be choked. He liked to be tied up. He would leak precum when I fucked his mouth with my fingers and called him my baby girl.
I had always been somewhat of the "star employee" at the gym. I had gotten to the point where I learned how to follow company policy without pissing off my members.
Infact my members really seemed to like and appreciate me. I loved that.
For as long as I can remember I towed the line of shy and outgoing. This job was a challenge that really pulled me out of my shell.
Miguel was the first guy since Tommy that I truly felt that I loved. And he got back with his ex-wife. So when I started hooking up with my boss James, it was a bit of a disorienting experience for me.
James was a boss. He was so confident, and in control. In a group of strangers, James was the guy who everyone naturally would look to if leadership was ever needed.
I was always fascinated by him. I would watch him workout on his lunch breaks. Being so calm and authoritative. It was really a show to see him trade in the button-down business attire for his workout gear. He would even take off his glasses. He would lift and train as if there was a beast inside of him. A monster that he fought to appease. And when he was done slaying his inner dragon, he would wash off his battle scars and return to the realm of work.
I felt I understood him. The way I would pour myself into my work, and now my workouts...I felt we related in this way.
James had no problems using me as his fuck toy. When we first had sex in the locker room after closing, it was his secret hope all along that we'd do so. He waited weeks to confront me, working up the nerve to make his move.
The first time he invited me over to his place for sex I asked him: "How long have you been interested in me?"
He finally confessed that he started to fantasize about me, shortly after he hired me. I was puzzled by this but let him continue.
"I had just broken up with my then long-term girlfriend. I had moved her into my house. I paid for everything...did...everything for her. And she just...expected me to." He explained. "I loved doing things for her but, it just wasn't appreciated. So I ended things."
I was puzzled, not sure how I fit into this equation
"I ran into you at the deli one day after skipping a workout. I was kinda low after the break-up...and you, without even asking me...bought my lunch. We ate together...you were sweeter and funnier than I expected... and on the way out...you held the door for me."
I vaguely remembered this. He looked over at me and smiled, his face half buried in his pillow.
"I walked away from that thinking ...man it would be so easy to date someone like you...That's when the light switched on...from that moment on I had to fight the feelings that would arise. I had to focus hard not to glance at that monster I knew was hiding in your pants." He leaned close as if telling me a secret. "One day you came into my office to get your time card fixed and I got the hardest erection I think I've ever had."
He continued.
"About a year later, I worked up the nerve to buy my first dildo."
I was stunned by all of this, and uncomfortable. We were fuck budds. But him opening up like this was forcing me to care about him in a way that I wasn't ready for. I thought ours was a relationship of power dichotomy: The Employee and the Boss meets the Sub and the Dom. But this made me feel for James.
