Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 03:25:23 +0000
From: g p <gpstories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paying for mistakes - Part 1

"Well fuck you then bitch", David slammed the phone down and instantly
realised what he'd just said in his anger.

He'd only been in the job a few months, hadn't even finished his probation
period.  He knew he'd have to tell his boss right now, before the client
rang him directly.  He could feel his palms starting to sweat as he stood
up and buttoned his suit jacket, look at his reflection in the office
window, straightened his tie, and headed down the corridor to the bosses
office, knowing that his boss was going to be pretty angry with him.

David timidly knocks on the door, he's not really sure what you say, trying
to overcome his shyness.  His boss, Peter, is busy.  He doesn't have the
time to be hand-holding David because the young guy can't do he's job
properly.

David stands in the door way and Peter ignores him.  He knocks lightly on
the open door, without looking up Peter barks "What the fuck do you want"

David stutters a little, "I, I, just thought you should know I swore at a
client on the phone, Mrs. Trelore, she.. well she was.."

Before he could finish the sentence Peter had thrown his pen down on his
desk, slammed both hands down and began to stand-up.  David had his
attention, and began to sweat, he could feel the his shirt becoming damp
under his arms and a line of sweat on his brow.

"You did what you fuckwit?"

"I swore at a customer" David stammered, "I'm really sorry, it won't happen
a.."

Peter was now standing, glaring at David, he's cheeks were red as he almost
spat at David, "That's a multi-million dollar account you little dick.  I
should fucking hit you" Peter took a step towards David and David responded
by stepping back. "I'm gonna have to work fucking hard to keep her now"

By now Peter was close up to David.  He was shorter and much older than
David, but had stacked the weight on after years of good living.  David on
the other hand was fit and tall, in his mid-twenties.  Peter grab his
office door by reaching behind David and slamming it shut to cut off that
escape route. David was going to pay for this fuck up.

There was now fear in David's eyes, he didn't like the way this was turning
out, "I'm really sorry.." he said again, "How can I fix it?"

As Peter took his hand off the now closed office door he smacked David on
the back of the head and then push him down into the office chair.

"You can't fucking fix it dick head, but you're gonna have to help me with
my fucking stress levels"

David was a bit stunned after being knocked down.  "How so?"

Peter looked down at him, glaring, "How so...what?"

David felt a mental slap, he forgot that his suppose to address his boss as
sir.

"How so, sir?" he repeated as he felt a deep blush acDavid his ears and
face.

"My fucking stress levels are way up there, I need some relief.  The wife
won't touch me, she's gone off the whole sex thing, what do you think you
can do to help that?"

"I... I... dunno sir"

"You want to keep your fucking job?"

"Yes, sir"

"You've heard about fucking your way to the top?, Here's your chance to
make good"

"What, what do you want me to do". David was feeling uneasy

"I'll cover your fuck ups, but it'll cost you".  Peter grabbed his crotch
as David sat there looking up at him.  "Have you ever sucked cock boy?"

David blushed, "Yes... sir"

"So you are a cock sucker then, a dirty little fag"

"Yes, but I don't like to be called..."

"Well if you want to keep your job you're gonna have to blow me you filthy
faggot".

"Please, no sir, is there anything else I can do?  Anything at all"

As David was beginning his protest, Peter had reached forward and grabbed
his chin to look into his eyes as he wrapped one hand around David's tie
and pulled his head towards his crotch.  David, with fear in his eyes tried
to pull away but Peter yanked on his tie to keep him in place.

"Either you suck my cock boy or you walk out of here without a job, what's
it to be"

Not waiting for an answer Peter uses his free hand to loosen his belt and
fumble with his fly. David's mind is spinning, he's nervous and never done
this before, he can feel his own cock rising, Peter looks down and see's
that David is tenting in his trousers.  He grabs David's hard cock and
looks into his eyes.

"You really are a faggot aren't you boy?"

"Yes, Sir.  I am"

"Well you're gonna blow me you bitch"

Peter pulls his cock out and holds it up along his belly, he commands David
to lick his balls.

"I don't want to do this" David protests but Peter grabs David's head and
pulls it into his balls.  David has his nose buried in the ball sack and
the smell is overpowering, he needs to have a taste and sticks his tongue
out to lick the hairy balls.  David groans and looks up, "Nice balls,
daddy"

Peter pulls back and glares at David and tighten's his grip on the tie and
forces David onto the floor. "Who said you can call be daddy boy?"

David stammers as he falls to the floor, "I'm sorry sir, really sorry!"

Peter puts his foot on David neck as he glares and watches David struggle.
David is trying to get up again, panicking that this is really a bad idea.
"Please, Sir, I'm really sorry" he says again.

Peter yanks on the tie and gets David up onto his knees, "Suck my fucking
huge cock boy"

With a giant thick cock waving around in his face, David submits, but this
isn't like the slow blow jobs he gives his boyfriend.  With David on his
knees, Peter with his tie wrapped around one hand, waving his cock around
David's face this is a moment of domination.

David can't see how this thick cock is going to fit in his mouth and pulls
back, but to no avail, the tie is yanked tighter and Peter is slapping his
cock over David's face, dripping pre-cum over his nose and lips.

Finally David opens his mouth a bit and tastes the salty taste of his new
Daddy's cock.  Peter takes his hand and puts it on the back of David's head
and forces his cock into David mouth.  David gasps and then chokes, saliva
dripping down the side of his mouth.  He dry retches and coughs.  This
doesn't stop Peter who twists the tie to hold him in place and with his
other hand again pushes David's mouth down over his solid hard cock.

Peter is now fucking David's face in earnest.  David is hard and wants to
get his cock out, but because he's trying hard to push Peter off and stay
upright he can't.  David is trying to scream as it's too much for him, tear
are rolling down his face as Peter picks up the pace and really starts
fucking this hot mouth, he doesn't give a fuck about the scream and the
tears.  He needs to dump a load and this little upstart needs to be shown a
lesson.

Peter is ready to blow now, he can feel the cum churning up in his balls,
David is still trying to push away, but Peter brings his knee up and gives
David a shove in the chest and growls at him.  "Take this fucking load you
nasty whore"

Peter pulls his cock out and with a single stroke blows his hot load all
over David's face, tie and shirt.  He grunts and pulls the tie even tighter
as he drops his huge white load onto his new toy. With a final spurt he
lets got of the tie and pushes David away with his foot.

"Get back to work" he grunts as he tucks his softening cock back into his
underwear and zips up.  David is still looking stunned, as he gets onto his
feet and tries to wipe the cum off his face with his hands. As Peter throws
him a box of tissues and opens the office door he looks David up and down
and notices the wet spot in his trousers where he's been leaking, Peter
allows himself a little smile, he knows he's found his next bitch.

"I knew you'd fucking love it, next time I'm gonna fuck your arse boy."