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Office desires (extended version)Mark sat in his office and stared at Jonas who stood stiff—it was obvious he was scared. Mark liked that. He liked how people could be scared of him, of the power he had; he could see the desire in their eyes, whether it was to be in his place or to worship him. He was now in his late forties and knew people who worked for him in and out—and Jonas here, he knew quite well and could see how he was burning with desire for Mark. It was flattering, up to a point. Mark had salt and pepper hair and there were still young men interested in him. It meant the care he took of himself paid. He could see the young man’s eyes scanning Mark’s biceps underneath his white shirt and tie; he could see how he would try to glimpse Mark’s bulge between his legs every time he came in to his office. Something was sure, he could do whatever he wanted with Jonas and however he wanted it to be done. His fingertips joined in front of him, Mark contemplated Jonas in his blue shirt and tie, his black suit pants. His pectorals showed through the shirt he worked out and tried to maintain a healthy physique. After all, the boy was around twenty-four years old. Slowly and carefully, Mark stood up and approached Jonas. The boy’s lips quivered—yes, that’s what he was, a boy, merely twenty-five years old. It pleased Mark who stopped a shy from invading Jonas’s personal space. Not yet. “I wonder how that article got out.” Mark stared into the boy’s eyes.Jonas lowered his head. “I—I don’t know, sir.”“Hmm.”“Do you have any…anyone in—in mind, sir?”“Langley, maybe,” Mark lied. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him.”“I—I—I…”“Stop stammering, Jonas. Nothing to be afraid of.”“Yes, sir.”“Look at me.”Jonas raised his eyes. “Who’s left out there?”“No one sir, it’s 8:00 p.m., everybody left.”Mark crossed his arms. “Good. Now, go lock the door.”Jonas obeyed.Mark went to sit back in his comfortable chair.Jonas balıkesir escort came to stand in front of Mark’s desk again.“Is there anything you want to say, Jonas?”“Umm, no sir.”“Are you sure? You see, Langley didn’t do it, I know that for a fact because I’ve followed his every movement.”“Sir, I don’t…”“Say it, Jonas. You did it.”The boy lifted his head and stared at Mark with wide, pleading eyes. “Sir, I’m sorry, I—I—you are right, but I had no choice. It was deputy director Johansson who made me do—”“No need for explanations. I know. But you still have to pay for it.”“Sir, anything I can do.”“Anything?”“Anything.”Mark smirked and gestured for Jonas to come around the desk. “Come here.”The boy obeyed. Mark turned his chair so that he was facing him. He spread his legs wide. “On your knees.”Jonas went on his knees, his head still bowed. “Look at me. Good. Unbutton my pants. Slowly.”He felt the blood rushing into his cock as the boy unbuttoned his pants. His cock came free. Circumcised, bulging with veins, thick and long. “Put it in your mouth. Mmm-hmm. There you go. Gently, suck on it.”The boy’s head moved up and down. Mark placed a hand on his head, lightly in the beginning and then forced the boy all the way down. “Stay there.” The boy coughed—or tried to. Mark put pressure on his head. “Breathe through your nose. I know you’ve wanted this for a while.” He lifted his hand and the boy came up with red watery eyes. “You’re not sufficiently trained.”“Sorry, sir.”“Keep going. I will train you.”The boy continued sucking his cock. Mark observed the boy’s lips—how they formed a perfect circle around the tip of his cock and how his lips parted when he went further down on it; his cock was slightly thicker in the middle than at the glans. Resting his head on the dossier, Mark closed his eyes and enjoyed the prickling sensation he felt as the boy sucked at his cock. “You like that, balıkesir escort bayan don’t you? You little slut. Keep going, just like that.” A hand on the boys head. “Go on. That’s right. Don’t stop. I know how much you want this, boy. Enjoy it as it lasts.” He loved the slurping sound the boy made as he licked and sucked and kissed his cock. He grabbed the boys hair and made him stop and look at him. A gentle slap on the face. “Lick my cock with the tip of your tongue.” He let the boy do his job and he seemed eager to do it right. “How do you like that cock, huh?”The boy stopped sucking, tried to breath and said, “I love it sir.”“Good, boy. Now, let me see you on all fours on the floor. Naked.”Jonas obeyed, taking his clothes off clumsily. The boy had a smooth pale milky body. He was thin and lean. Seeing the boy on all fours, naked on the floor made Mark’s cock roar to life as it became rock-hard. Mark kept his shirt and got rid of his pants. He went on his knees behind the boy. “Spread your ass. That’s it. Nice little pink hole, boy, isn’t it? Good.” He spat on the boy’s hole and licked it with the tip of his tongue. His ass smelled of fresh soap. “Clean little boy, aren’t you now?” The boy moaned with pleasure as Mark continued to lick his hole. After doing it for a while, he stopped and inserted his middle finger slowly into the boy. The latter squirmed. Mark smirked with pleasure—the pleasure of seeing the boy writhing like this under his touch. He put the tip of his cock on the boy’s hole and pushed.Jonas twitched almost imperceptibly. “Ummm…”“Yeah, you like that? Wait until you see what comes next.”He continued putting pressure on Jonas’s hole until the glans was inside the boy’s hole. “Ah!” the boy exclaimed.“Breathe in, baby. You can take it.”Mark was swarmed with a thousand sensations as his cock pushed passed the dense ring around the boy’s hole. He was escort balıkesir finally inside him. The boy cried out and sighed when Mark was deep inside. “There you go, baby, that’s it. Take a deep breath.”Mark rocked back and forth as he penetrated the boy and enjoyed the moist on the insides of his ass. Slowly at the beginning and then he increased his thrust, back and forth, back and forth, as the boy cried with pleasure or pain—or both; whichever it was, he seemed to be liking it and enjoyed every inch of Mark’s cock. “Do you like it baby?”“Yeah…” The boy kept moaning.Mark grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. He made the boy lean back on his own body and kissed his neck, all the while fucking him. Mark increased his thrust and the boy begged for more. “Yeah, please, please continue like that. Oh, sir…”The boy’s beginning only made Mark go deeper and faster, caressing the boy’s body with his hands.It felt divine fucking the boy. Mark liked seeing the boy twitch under his touch, move with his thrusting rhythm, breathe with him as he pushed deep inside the boy. The sounds of mingled pleasure and pain the boy emitted only made Mark more satisfied. He liked taking control; he liked seeing men enjoy themselves and knowing that he–Mark Derolds–was the one giving the pleasure. He grabbed at the boy’s milky skin here and there, pushing and pulling, fucking the boy just like he should be fucked. The boy had a nice little tight-hole.“Where do you want my cum, boy?”“In my mouth, sir.”Mark thrust deep and a high-pitched cry of pleasure escaped the boy’s mouth one last time, before Mark pulled out and told the boy to suck his cock.“Suck it boy. Yeah, just like that.”He was not far from spilling his juice in the boy’s mouth. “I’m going to cum, boy.”“Mmm-hmm.”“Make sure you swallow it all.”The boy looked pleadingly at Mark all the while sucking his cock.In a final moment of intense pleasure, Mark twitched with ecstasy as he came into the boy’s mouth, the milky sperm streaming out of his cock in what seemed an endless flow. The boy gulped down all of it and left no trace to be found in his mouth. “Good boy, you know how to swallow.”
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