Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2013 08:53:43 +0000
From: Owen Michaels <owenmichaels@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Chuck and Bart

This story is a complete work of fiction. I do not own the characters or
the actors who portray them.


Chuck stumbled through the network of corridors to the office of his
father.

"Mr Bass you can't go in there he's in a meeting!" The secretary shouted
after the young Mr Bass.

Bart sat in his light bathed office behind dark wood desk in high up within
his hotel across from one of his high level employees who he was exacting a
great amount of satisfaction from making extremely uncomfortable.  Suddenly
the men were interrupted as the door flew open as Chuck entered the room,
glass of whisky in hand.

"Charles I'm in the middle of something here can't this wait!"  The
standard tone of disappointment and contempt lacing Bart's voice.

"Oh I'm sorry father, sorry to be the inconvenience I've always been!"

"Could you excuse us?!" Bart motioned to the balding middle aged man sat
across from him with a sigh, " my secretary will arrange a time to continue
this!"

The man nodded relieved to have been saved from his boss' grilling. He made
his way out quickly under the cocky stare of the drunken Chuck.

"Father I have another proposition for you!" Chuck slurred.

"You see Charles this is why I don't take you seriously, I reject your
earlier proposal and you act like a spoiled child instead of a professional
man" Bart spoke leaning on his desk crossing his arms across his chest.

"But father all I want to do is make you proud can't you see that, I just
want your approval, to be able to please you in some way!" Chuck explained
after his father's reprimand.

"All you seem capable of doing is disappointing me!" Bart said with no
emotion.

Honestly though behind his stony exterior Bart enjoyed humiliating people
like the employee that just left, it gave him a rush. He expected failure
from and exacted a certain pleasure from scorning his son and Chuck gave
him plenty of opportunity to do this.

Chuck moved closer to his father grabbing his still crossed arms "please
just tell me what to do!"  desperation obvious in his voice.

"Take your hands off me Charles!" Bart demanded sternly.

"PLEASE FATHER!" Chuck shouted tears forming in his eyes.

"I said let go!" Bart returned, pushing Chuck from him and punching him in
the face.

Chuck fell back to the floor the taste of blood filling his mouth. Bart
straightened his steel grey suit and navy shirt as and leaned back against
his large heavy desk.

Chuck stumbled over to his father on his knees in front of him "Please just
give me a chance to show you, to please you!" He reached up to his father
placing his hands on his torso. Bart coldly stared down at his son
pathetically on his knees tears in his eyes begging. Chuck lost hope seeing
the seemingly ever present cold look in his father's eyes, he let his hands
slip down his body in defeat, but he felt something, something unexpected
his father was...... he was hard. Chucks hand rested on his father's cock
covered by layers of fabric, confusion clouded Chuck's drunken mind for a
second before it became clear to him.

Chucks fumbled with the button on his father's pants "Charl..." he tried to
say before Chuck had swiftly pulled his pants open and freed his thick cock
from his underwear. It slapped against Chuck's forehead, before his son
wrapped his hand around his dick working it slowly.

This wasn't about sex Chuck wouldn't fail at this, he couldn't. He sucked
the whole length down his throat, this wasn't his first time doing this
kind of thing and he was glad of the practice now. Bart let out a low deep
moan, which pushed Chuck on, he could feel some form of appreciation from
his father for the first time and that's what Chuck craved more than
anything, and he would do whatever it took even something as sick and wrong
as this was to get it.

The phone rang sharply interrupting the scene in the room.  Chuck kept his
father in his mouth determined not to stop now, he was shocked though as
Bart casually picked up the phone.

"Bart Bass!" He spoke into the phone, starting a conversation about
business as if this wasn't happening and Chuck wasn't there.

For a brief moment Bart looked down at Chuck with cock halfway down his
stretched throat, Chuck looked back into his father's eyes, a hint of
approval, warmth, feeling now visible to Chuck. He continued sliding the
cock in and out between his lips looking into his father's eyes before Bart
coldly pulled his gaze away and continued his business conversation.

It hurt Chuck to have that brief connect ripped away from him but it
spurred him on. He tasted the distinctive taste of precum line his tongue
"Father must be close he thought."

 He pushed his head all the way down on the dick, Bart's hair tickling his
nose. Another moan escaped Bart's lips as he cover the receiver with his
free hand to stop the other party hearing. Each moan was like a seal of
approval to Chuck, he needed more. He pulled Bart's cock all the way from
his mouth, resting it on lips, tracing it slowly around them the smooth
head of Bart's cock sliding along the soft lips his son. Chuck parted his
lips and using his tongue circled the head slowly, achingly slowly for
Bart. He moaned again, louder this time in appreciation, Chuck knew he had
his father now and this wouldn't last much longer. He used his and to work
the length of the dick and sucked on the head expertly, he could feel his
father breath heavier.

"I'll call you back!" Bart said putting the phone down and throwing it
aside before waiting for a reply.

Bart's body tensed up as the cum shot into Chuck's mouth filling it,
flowing down his throat the feeling of the thick liquid running down his
throat satisfying him, along with the deep long moan of his father and the
look of pleasure on his face, perhaps the first time he had ever seen it.
Chuck gently sucked his father till he was sure he had milked all the cum
from him, when he'd swallow it all he licked his father's cock clean
placing it back in his underwear and fasten his pants back up. Chuck looked
up at his father, but was met with that familiar cold stare.

"Get out Charles!" Bart stated coldly tidying himself up.

"Father?" Chuck asked confused rising to his feet.

"I have work to do!" Chuck looked at his father who didn't even bother to
look back, tears filled his eyes as he rushed to the door, "I will forgive
your little scene today Charles, let's not mention it again!" Bart stated
matter of factly as his son fled the room devastated, tears streaming down
his face and the taste of his father lingering in his mouth.


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