Temptations [BxBxB] [16+]

8 - Plan 🦖

Ethan's break had ended almost an hour ago. And right before it did, he had switched to an almost too small uniform.

He could feel where it tightened around his ass, hips and thighs. But no pain, no gain, right?

For the past hour, he had spent every minute he could in Chris's space. From needing ingredients to recipes or specific help on 'difficult' customers.

He leaned specific ways over the counters when he made the drinks or grabbed treats that pushed his ass that much farther for attention.

The last straw was when he bent over to pick up a spoon he dropped, wiggling his ass ever so slightly in a taunt.

"My office. Now."

Ethan fidgeted nervously in the middle of the manager's office. Chris was currently talking to a few employees who had just come in.

The office door slowly opened. Closed. Locked.

In mere seconds, his boss's hands had cupped his face, tilting his eyes up to look at him.

"Fuck. It's wrong, but I can just imagine slamming into your tight little throat." Christopher's eyes were almost black, lust darkening their usual light brown.

Ethan hadn't realized he was slipping to his knees submissively until his hands were already unbuckling the dominant man's belt. His hands fumbled, but he slowly tugged off both jeans and boxers.

His boss's cock bobbed, standing hard and confidently infront of Ethan's prying eyes. Chris's hand swam in the sea of red hair before finding a tight grip and pulling the boy onto his waiting hard-on.

He gagged, unprepared for the sudden foreign object in his throat. He pulled his head back as soon as the hand let go, gulping precious air into his lungs.

Instead of going quickly, Christopher understood to now take it slow. He moved them to his desk, him now sitting down at his chair with Ethan between his legs.

Slowly, the smaller male glided his tongue down the length. He focused on teasing the veins on the underside of his sensitive head, drawing loud moans every few flicks.

He worked on slowly adjusting his throat to the length, swallowing and licking as he went.

Christopher eventually took back control, gripping his hair and roughly face fucking him until he came.

Ethan showed cleared experience, just became shy far too easily. Once he swallowed down the warm, salty seed, he pulled away.

He stood, his dick throbbing eagerly in his pants. His face flushed crimson in embarrassment as everything slowly set in, the horny adrenaline rush leaving him.

His boss zipped his pants and fixed his belt. He stood, only to push the smaller man into the chair. "My turn."

Ethan felt the world spinning as his pants and boxers were practically torn off. His size compared to Chris's was embarrassing, but still stood just as proud.

"We don't really- I mean- It's-" his hand covered his mouth. He internally screamed as waves of pleasure coursed through him; Christopher had taken his dick into the back of his throat, swallowing around the tip.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fought himself not to cum immediately. Moans threatened to escape him. His hips bucked forward without his command, followed by Christopher's hands holding him to the seat.

Chris's eyes met Ethan's as he continued swallowing around the smaller cock, tongue tracing the length. Eventually, he began to bob up and down the length, leaving nothing untouched by his tongue.

The boy squirmed, trying his best to hold his release. He had broken to a light sweat as his pride fought with his need.

Need always won. In just another minute of this heaven, he came hard. His body tightened and convulsed as pleasure shot through him.

His vision whitened, but he more than felt Christopher swallow. A shiver ran through him.

He panted as he came down from his high, lazily looking at his now softened cock.

His boss softly chuckled, helping Ethan up and fixing his pants.

"I don't expect this to affect your work negatively if you expect this to happen again," Chris whispered into his ear. He left him with a soft kiss to the lips.

Now he stood alone in the office. His breathing was still rapid, and the room horribly smelled of sex. He opened a window and opened his phone to check his appearance.

His fight or flight finally kicked in, and he badly wanted to leave. But he needed the cash.

So he worked his best on fixing his hair, shifted his uniform, and walked out of the office the color of a tomato.

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Word Count: 804

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