★Style Smut★

★Part 14★

★Smut mainly starts on Nobody's POV, enjoy! :]★

Stan's POV: I was in my office, looking through application papers for some new dancers when I heard some yelling outside my office. I went out to check the commotion and it was a drunk bastard yelling at one of my best dancers, Kyle. Not uncommon because many of them want him for themselves, but it still pisses me off. I went to the booth they were at and brushed past my guards who where already trying to break up the whole thing. "Slut, whore!, Do you know how much money I've spent at thus club? I deserve more then 30 minutes!", Just as this drunk bastard was about to raise his fist to Kyle, standing in front of him shaking, I punched his nose upward, causing and immediate nose bleed. He fell unconscious and the guards were able to drag his ass onto the streets. "Thank you, sir", Kyle said, looking at me with his beautiful eyes. He had some tight fishnet leggings on with a skirt that barley covered his ass and a tight black crop top. "Yeah, no problem", I said, and waved him to follow me to my office.

Kyle's POV: I followed him into his office, expecting to be questioned about the drunk guy or being reminded about how to get help with a customer like that. As soon as the door shut I was pinned to it, his tall and muscular figure towering over me. "You could've gotten hurt baby.", Baby?, where'd that come from? "I know, I'm sorry sir", I said, avoiding eye contact as much as I could. "You know I don't like when that happens, maybe a punishment would remind you to come get me as soon as possible?", He said, bringing a finger under my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. I stared for a second, a bit shocked and then decided, what the hell. "Yes sir", I said.

Nobody's POV: Stan swiftly shoved everything off his desk and slammed Kyle onto it, practically ripping off his skirt and fishnets, then laying him on his stomach. "Sir, what are you doing?", Kyle asked, his face towards the desk as he heard a sound of something being undone. "Punishing my slut whose gonna take it like a good boy, right?", Stan said. Kyle nodded in agreement and as soon as he did he felt a hard crack of a belt on his ass which made him cry out. "Stan!~", Kyle cried. "Shush baby, be a good boy and I'll go easier on you", Stan said, Kyle sniffled and nodded for him to carry on. This went on a few more times until Stan decided to pull out his big porky and took Kyle off the desk, this time pressing him against it. "Stan please hurry", Kyle whined. "I know baby, such a good tight slut for me.", Stan said, lining himself up and slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck~", Kyle moaned out, pushing his ass more towards it. As soon as Stan was in he was slamming in and out, balls slapping against Kyle's ass as he moaned and whined. Stan kept thrusting, Kyle's legs starting to shake as he felt Stan's load fill him, the warm sticky feeling seeping out of his ass as Stan pulled out, watching Kyle fall to the floor, drooling. "Reminds you of what you are huh baby? My slut, my toy, mine.", Stan said, he helped Kyle up and cleant him, getting him into some nice clothes and letting him rest in his office as he went back to his papers.