Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 21:41:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kid Bro <kidbro77@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Paul At The Office (for the gay male section)

Master Paul At The Office
By KidBro77
Copyright Oct. 2000 KidBro77  All Rights Reserved.

i loved being at my Master's work place. He was the President of his own
company and I loved the power he had over his employees. Whenever He walked
into the room, people would get all nervous and want to do whatever he
says. I can relate to that.

Today was a special day. I was allowed to go to the office with him. He had
me placed beneath his desk, so that I could service him whenever he wanted
me to. He was such a man. I loved it when he wore his business suit. Today
he was dressed in a crisp royal blue shirt with suspenders stretching
across his massive shoulders and chest. His pants showed off his rock hard
ass and the outline of his 10" cock was also visible. He knew I liked to
lick his boots so instead of the usual dress shows, today he wore his shiny
black cowboy boots to go with his suit, just for me, his little slave
boy...

As I was hunched under his desk, one of his cowboy boots accidentally
stepped on my hand. He didn't seem to notice that his boot was grinding
into my hand as he finished off writing a report above me. "Sir," I
pleaded, "your stepping on my hand, Sir..." I waited for a response or for
him to move it, but it felt as though he was pressing harder or something.
"Sir?"  I touched his boot and tried to move it off my hand but it was as
though it was glued to the spot. I began to stroke the cold hard black
leather, wondering if he would mind if I licked his boot for him right now.

I watched as he moved his other leg up, his cowboy boot showing out from
under his pants. He placed his foot around to the back of my head and
pushed me forward.  Suddenly, my face hit the floor as he forced my head
downwards with his boot. "Don't you ever touch my boots while I'm at work
without my permission, got that, boy?"he said from above his desk.

"Yes, sir..."I gasped. "...please..."

He rolled his chair backwards and looked at me under his desk, his boot
holding me down by the back of my neck. "And if I want to step on my little
boy's hand, I don't want you to complain, got that? It's a privilege for
you, boy!"

"Yes, Sir,"I tried to nod, his boot pressing so hard into the back of my
neck I thought he was going to break it.

"Cause if you all of a sudden start talking under there, people might hear
you and wonder what's going on," he warned.

"But Sir, I knew that no one else was arou-"

But before I could finish my sentence, he had taken his boot off of me and
instead, grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up to face him. "Are you
talking back at your Master, boy?"

"No, Master Paul," tears were coming out now...

"Cause if you are, boy, you know I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. And
you don't want me to teach you another lesson, do you boy?" he stared at me
intently, tightening his grip on my hair.

"N-no, Sir... please Master Paul, I'm sorry..." I cried, tears spilling
forward. I remember the last and only time he had taught me a lesson. He
had beat me up pretty bad. I was terrified of my Master, but I also loved
him cause he had protected me while we were in high school. He had
explained to me that he had to teach me respect for him, and to always
remember that night. I told him I never wanted to go through that again and
that I would always be a good boy for Him. With that, he had taken me into
his arms, and I could feel his strength and his love and his protection for
me.

"Good boy," he smiled, wiping away my tears. He let go of my hair and
brought me forward on my knees. Leaning down, he kissed my lips and said,
"I have a treat for you today."

I put my hands on his thick thighs and looked up at him to see if it was
okay. He smile down at me and stroked my hair. "You're a good boy, you know
that?" he said.

"Thank you Sir," I replied, my heart doing flip flops for this man. I could
feel his cock getting hard. I wasn't quite sure what the surprise would be,
but I always liked his surprises.

He picked up his phone and said to his secretary, "Send him in."

He then placed me back beneath his desk and sat with his legs spread open,
putting my head in his lap. "You know what to do, kid," he said, stroking my
ear and rubbing his cock through his pants into my face.

"Thank you Sir," I managed to whisper, just before the office door opened.

"Cory, sit down," I heard my Master say.

"Sure, what's going on Paul? Why am I being called in here?" asked Cory.

"What did you say?"my Master asked menacingly. "It's Mr. Howarth to you."

"Aw, come on, Paul, we went to high school together, man! We got history!"
pleaded Cory.

"You're testing my patience Boy," said Paul. His cock was definitely hard as
a rock now.  I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to Cory. Hurriedly,
but quietly, I undid my Master's belt buckle and unzipped his fly. He
hadn't put on his briefs this morning, and his cock sprang right into my
face as I undid his pants. Is this what he wanted me to do? I wasn't
sure. I was afraid I was doing the wrong thing and would get punished for
my actions. He nudged me gently with his leg, tracing my back with his
boot. This was his way of telling me I was doing a good job and to keep
going. I was so happy to be pleasing my Master!

"I-I'm sorry ... Sir," Cory was saying.

"That's better, Boy. Just because we went to high school together doesn't
mean we were friends. Don't you remember what I did to you in grade
twelve?" I could hear my Master Paul crack his knuckles and smirk. He was
doing this either to drive me crazy as he knew I loved it when he did that,
or to intimidate his employee.

It seemed it was for both reasons. He rested a fist in his lap and allowed
me to kiss his knuckles for him. He then patted me on the head and
continued on with his conversation.  "You wouldn't want me to do that to
you again, now would you, Cory?" he leered.

I could hear Cory sniffling. "No, Sir," he whispered, obviously humiliated
about something, but I didn't know what.

"Well I called you in here because I know you've been stealing software
from our company, and if u even try to deny it, I'll be outta my seat and
have you flat on the floor, crying for mercy before you knew what hit you."

"Yes, Sir..." Cory replied, almost inaudible.

My Master had inserted his cock into my mouth now. He was getting off on
his power, and this was an ultimate for him. To be able to exert power over
his employee and at the same time, have his little slave boy swallow his
load as he came. I licked his cock and sucked away silently, trying not to
gag on its length and its thickness. After a bit, I must have scraped his
cock with my teeth by accident, because he suddenly pulled out and slapped
my face with it. I was frightened. Was I going to have to pay for that
later on?  Was he going to punish me when we got home?

I slowly slid his cock down my throat once again, and he had grabbed a hold
of both my ears now to control my bobbing.  His shaft had a nice salty
taste to it, and I could smell his cologne mixed in with the smell of pubic
hair. All I could think of was how happy I was to be able to do this for my
Master Paul. I gripped his legs to steady myself. I wasn't even paying
attention to the conversation going on.

Luckily, Cory couldn't see anything as there was enough computer equipment
in front of my Master to block anyone from seeing what he was doing with
his hands. "Cory, I'm going to fire you now. Unless of course you want to
start begging me not to."

He let go of my ears and leaned backwards instead, placing his hands behind
his head. I knew this pose well. This one I knew was for me. At home, he'd
like for me to worship his body, and whenever I was sucking his cock, he'd
lean back and flex his arms for me to see. I nearly creamed my pants, just
imagining his muscles beneath that business shirt.  He winked at me and
smiled as he flexed his biceps.

Meanwhile, Cory was too busy begging to notice anything. "Please Pau-, I
mean, Mr.  Howarth, you can't fire me! I have nowhere else to go. Remember
when you hired me?  You said it was to give me a chance, since we did sorta
kinda know each other... Please give me another chance!"

"Please, what?" smiled Paul.

"Please....Sir," Cory said, his voice cracking.

"Who's your boss, boy?" Paul asked him.

"You are, Sir," he answered.

I was going up and down on my Master's shaft as he continued to humiliate
his employee. I could feel his cock stiffen even more as though he was
ready to cum.

"And what does that mean, boy?"

Cory said," It-it means you're in charge me, Sir."

"Good boy. And what's another word for that, BOY?"

"M-master," he stammered out.

"Now say it," demanded Paul.

"B-but, you've put me through this already man!" whined Cory.

"SAY IT," my Master demanded. He had taken hold of my hair again and was
pumping my face onto his cock harder and harder.

I could hear Cory take a deep breath and then say in a small, cracking
voice, "Thank you Master for giving me this chance. I understand that I am
not worth anything and that I am to worship you like a god because that is
what you are Sir. When I walk down the hall at work and if I were to see
you, Sir, I am to get down on my knees and kiss your boots for you as you
pass. I will do whatever I am told without asking any questions or talking
back. Thank you again, Sir." He was in tears by now and too busy sobbing at
being so humiliated to see what was going on.

Master Paul was pumping my face furiously up and down now, and suddenly, he
pressed my head so hard against him that his pubic hair was going up my
nose. He held my head tight there with his massive hand on the back of my
head as he let his big load of cum come flooding into my mouth and down my
throat. I had to swallow as fast as I could as it kept coming and almost
spilled out of my mouth onto his pants, which he would not have liked. I
swallowed and swallowed for what seemed like an eternity, and he would not
let me go until he had finished. Finally, he was done. I was allowed to
raise my head and breathe for a bit before I licked the rest of his dick
clean for him.

"Get out of here," he told Cory. "That wasn't very convincing. I'll think
about firing you.  We'll see. Maybe you'll have to pay me a visit at home
later tonight."

"Yes, sir," replied Cory, as he got up and scrambled out of the office,
shaking.

My Master looked down at me as I rested my head on one of his thick
legs. He stroked my hair and laid a big hand on my face, letting one of his
fingers find its way into my mouth. "You had fun, boy?"he smiled, forcing
his finger down into my throat.

I nodded and looked up at him with frightened eyes, wondering what he would
do to me next.

"It's okay boy don't be scared. Your Big Brother Paul is with you. I'm not
going to hurt you, okay kid?" he caressed my cheek.

I let out a sigh of relief and hugged his leg. "Thank you Big Brother
Paul."

"Good boy," he whispered, stroking my head. "Looks like we might have a
visitor tonight."


To be continued.

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