Max strolled into his office, the morning sun casting a gentle glow through the blinds. He noticed a faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchenette, hinting at an early start for his employees. As he passed Seth's desk, he couldn't help but admire the young man's dedication. Seth was always the first to arrive and the last to leave, his sharp focus on work unwavering.
Max, the 40-year-old owner of the accounting firm, was known for his piercing green eyes and dark hair, which contrasted with his impeccably tailored suits. His physique was a testament to his commitment to the gym, and his presence often silenced a room. His employees respected him not just for his sharp business acumen but also for his rugged good looks and strong, commanding persona.
Seth, on the other hand, was 25 and had a youthful allure that often went unnoticed under the fluorescent office lights. He was well-built, with a hint of a six-pack peeking out from beneath his crisp shirt. His blond hair was always neatly combed, and his blue eyes had a spark that could light up a room. His dedication to his job was matched only by his secret, a hidden part of himself that he shared with the online community of "Lush."
On this particular morning, as Max approached Seth's desk to check on a report, he caught a glimpse of the open browser. The screen was a blur of erotic images and tantalizing text that immediately snatched his attention. His curiosity piqued, Max leaned closer, realizing the website was not work-related. The title of the page was "Sir Max's Dungeon of Desire," and the content was far from the financial spreadsheets he was expecting.
Seth's computer was open to a story that depicted a scene of bondage and submission, where a character named 'Max' had a new intern named 'Seth' tied to his desk, exploring his boundaries. The vividness of the writing and the unmistakable likeness to their office setup sent a jolt of surprise through Max's body. He couldn't believe what he was reading. Seth's secret was laid bare before him, and Max felt a strange mix of arousal and power as he took in the details of the young man's hidden fantasy world.
Max decided to play along, intrigued by the situation. He cleared his throat loudly, and Seth nearly jumped out of his seat. His face flushed a deep crimson as he realized his boss had found his secret. Max smirked, watching the fear and embarrassment dance in the younger man's eyes. He leaned in closer, his voice low and deliberate. "I see you've been a busy boy, Seth. Care to tell me about this... 'dungeon' of mine?"
Seth's mouth went dry, his heart hammering in his chest. He stuttered an apology, fumbling to close his laptop. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Max. It's just... I write, you know, just stories to pass the time."
Max raised an eyebrow, his curiosity growing. "Stories, huh? And what kind of stories do you write?" He paused, his gaze lingering on the screen for a moment longer before he straightened up. "I'll take a look around this 'Lush' website of yours. Maybe I'll find some inspiration for our next team-building exercise."
For the next few days, Max made it a point to read Seth's postings during his lunch breaks. The tales of dominance and submission grew more intense, and Max found himself getting increasingly turned on by the thought of playing the role of 'Sir Max' in real life. He observed Seth closely, noticing the subtle glances and the way his posture changed when they were alone. The young man was practically begging for a taste of his own fantasy.
On a Friday evening, when the office was almost empty, Max called Seth into his office under the guise of finalizing some paperwork. The tension was palpable as the door clicked shut behind them. Max leaned back in his chair, his gaze drilling into Seth. "I've read your... 'creative' work, Seth. It seems you have quite the imagination."
Seth's eyes widened in terror. "P-please, Mr. Max, it's just a hobby. I never meant for anyone to find out."
"Oh, I understand," Max said with a wicked smile. "But here's the thing, Seth. I have a proposition for you. You can either let me show your lovely wife what you've been writing about, or you can give me what you've been fantasizing about right here, right now."
Seth's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for an escape. He knew Max had him cornered. He had never intended for his private thoughts to become anyone else's reality, especially not his boss'. But the threat was real, and the choice was stark. "W-what do you want?"
"I want you to suck my cock," Max said bluntly. "You've been dreaming about it long enough. It's time to make that fantasy a reality."
Seth's mind raced, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. He had never done anything like this before, but the thought of his wife finding out was too much. With trembling hands, he nodded his agreement, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay."
Max stood up, his pants already tented with excitement. He walked over to the door, locking it firmly before turning to face Seth. "Good boy," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, come here and show me how much you've been craving this."
Seth slowly approached the desk, his eyes fixated on the bulge in Max's pants. His own cock grew harder with every step. He knew he was about to cross a line, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. Max sat down and unzipped his fly, revealing his thick, 7-inch cock. "On your knees," he ordered.
Seth sank to the floor, his eyes never leaving Max's. He took a deep breath, leaned in, and wrapped his lips around Max's cock. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, and the power dynamics of the situation had him more excited than he could have ever imagined. Max's hand found the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythm that had him moaning around the older man's length.
As Seth serviced him, Max couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He had always enjoyed being in control, and seeing Seth, the obedient intern from his stories, brought to life before him was intoxicating. He stroked Seth's hair, urging him on, watching the young man's eyes glaze over with desire and submission.
"That's it," Max murmured, his voice velvety. "Take it all in, just like you wrote about. Remember, you're my good little slut now."
Seth nodded, his cheeks hollowing as he took Max's cock deeper into his mouth. He could feel Max's grip on his hair tighten, a silent command to go faster, harder. His own cock strained against his pants, begging for attention. Max noticed the movement and smirked, placing a hand on Seth's shoulder.
"Let's make this even more authentic, shall we?" Max instructed, his voice a blend of dominance and seduction. "Take off your tie and blindfold yourself."
Seth complied, his trembling hands fumbling with the knot. Once the tie was free, he folded it and covered his eyes, plunging himself into darkness. The only sensation was the warmth of Max's cock filling his mouth and the sound of his boss's approving groans.
"Now, focus," Max ordered, his voice taking on a sterner tone. "You're going to worship my cock like it's the only thing that matters in this world. Lick the shaft, tease the tip, and don't forget about my balls."
Seth's tongue danced along the length of Max's shaft, tracing every vein and ridge with care. He licked the pre-cum from the tip, savoring the salty taste. His breath hitched as Max's hand guided him lower, pressing his face against the warm, firm sacs. He took one in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue, feeling Max's body tense with pleasure.
"Good boy," Max praised, his voice strained. "Now, take it out of your mouth and just lick them gently."
Seth obeyed, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin, feeling Max's cock throb against his cheek. He knew he was doing well when Max's hand started to move more erratically, his breathing becoming deeper and more ragged.
"You're such a good little slut," Max whispered, his voice a caress against Seth's ear. "Now, I want you to suck my cock like it's the sweetest candy you've ever tasted."
Seth took Max's cock back into his mouth, his movements more confident now. He bobbed his head, taking Max's length deeper and deeper, his tongue swirling around the head with every stroke. He could feel Max's grip on his hair tighten further, the older man's hips moving in sync with his mouth. The room was filled with the wet sounds of Seth's eager sucking and Max's low moans of pleasure.
"Use your hands," Max instructed, his voice gruff. "Hold the base firmly and stroke up to meet your mouth."
Seth did as he was told, his hand wrapping around Max's cock, his thumb circling the base. The combination of his mouth and hand had Max's cock pulsing in Seth's grip, and he knew he was close.
"Look at me," Max demanded, his voice a growl.
Seth pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Max's through the slit in the blindfold. Max reached down, grabbing the back of Seth's head, and pushed him back down, holding him in place as he started to thrust. Seth took it all, eager to please, his mouth a wet, warm cave for Max's cock.
"You're going to swallow every drop," Max warned, his voice a promise. "I'm going to cum down your throat, and you're going to love it."
Seth nodded, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Max's cock swell, the taste of his impending climax already coating his tongue. He braced himself, ready to take everything Max had to give.
And with a roar of pleasure, Max did just that. He came, his hot, sticky seed filling Seth's mouth. Seth swallowed, his eyes never leaving Max's, savoring the taste of victory and submission.
Max leaned back in his chair, panting heavily. He had never felt so alive. The power dynamics had played out exactly as he had hoped, and the reality was even better than his stories. He looked down at Seth, who was still kneeling before him, the picture of obedience and desire.
"Good job," Max said, his voice still thick with arousal. "You've learned your place."
Seth felt a thrill run through him. He had done it. He had given his boss what he wanted, and in doing so, had unlocked a part of himself he never knew existed. He slowly stood up, wiping his mouth, his knees a little wobbly from the intensity of the experience.
Max unlocked the door and gestured for Seth to leave, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't forget to submit your report on time," he said with a smirk. "I expect nothing less from my best intern."
Max was not finished. He said to Seth as his parting words, "I expect a dinner invitation this Saturday…7 PM?"
Seth nodded, his cheeks still flushed. As he left the office, he couldn't help but wonder what other twisted fantasies Max had in store for him. But for now, he had to return to reality, his mind buzzing with the memory of his boss's cock and the promise of future encounters in the dungeon of desire. And…how was he going to explain dinner this Saturday to his wife?
