My new arrogant boss is someone I know - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Author’s note: All my characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the adult characters.

Chapter 2

The next morning I arrived at eight sharp, still sore and moving carefully.

My boss, Calum, my best friend’s dad, didn’t look at me when I walked into the office.

Calum called me into his office at 9:40.

He didn’t look up from his computer when I entered. He just pointed at the chair across from his desk without lifting his eyes from the screen.

“Sit. Don’t speak.”

I sat.

For the first twenty minutes he ignored me completely while he answered emails and signed papers. The silence stretched until my hands started to sweat again. Finally he closed the laptop, leaned back in his chair, and looked at me with that same flat, assessing expression from the day before.

“There’s a partners’ meeting at ten,” he said. “You’re coming with me. You will go under the table before anyone else arrives, and you will stay there until I tell you to come out. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He finally looked at me, eyes cold and assessing.

“Good. Let’s go.”

The meeting room was empty when we walked in. Large round table, floor-to-ceiling windows, the quiet hum of air conditioning, smell of strong coffee and leather from the chairs. Calum locked the door, then pointed beneath the table at the head of the room.

“Get under faggot. On your knees.”

I crawled into the dim space and settled between the legs of his chair. A moment later he pulled the chair in. The fabric of his pants brushed my shoulder. He unzipped, pulled his massive cock out, and let it rest heavy and warm against my cheek.

“Don’t start until I tell you,” he murmured. “And keep quiet.”

I stayed still, breathing in the clean scent of his skin, mouth already watering.

A few minutes later the door opened.

Voices filled the room as men began to arrive — some older, some closer to Calum’s age, a couple who sounded younger, mid-thirties. Chairs scraped. Coffee cups were set down. The low murmur of conversation moved around the table above me.

Calum greeted them in that calm, controlled voice.

“Gentlemen. Let’s begin.”

I waited until his hand came down and rested on the back of my head. His fingers pressed once — the signal.

I opened my mouth and took him in.

His cock was already half-hard. I sealed my lips around the head and started sucking slowly, carefully, keeping every sound as quiet as possible. Above me, Calum continued the meeting like nothing was happening.

“We’ll start with the quarterly figures. Michael, you’re up first.”

I worked him deeper, using my tongue along the underside, taking him farther each time. He thickened quickly against my tongue, growing heavier and harder as I sucked. His thighs shifted slightly on either side of my head, but his voice stayed steady.

I pushed down until the head of his cock pressed into my throat and held myself there, swallowing around him. His fingers tightened in my hair for half a second before forcing themselves to relax.

A man across the table started speaking about delayed projections. I barely heard the words. All my focus was on the thick cock stretching my mouth and the way Calum’s breathing had gone just a fraction deeper.

I sucked him with long, wet strokes, letting saliva coat his shaft, taking him into my throat again and again. My jaw ached. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes every time he pulsed against the back of my throat. My own cock was fully hard and leaking inside my pants.

Above me, Calum’s voice remained controlled, but the strain was beginning to show.

“The numbers from last month are still… unacceptable.”

He shifted in his chair, the leather creaking softly.

“I want a clear explanation.”

I took him all the way down and hummed quietly around his cock.

His hand flexed hard in my hair. A faint, almost inaudible sound left his throat — half cough, half suppressed groan. He cleared his throat once, a little too sharply, and continued.

“I’m not interested in excuses.”

Another small shift of his hips.

“I want corrected numbers on my desk.”

I didn’t let up. I sucked him harder, faster, letting the quiet filthy sounds stay trapped under the table. His cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy on my tongue, the veins pulsing against my lips. I could feel how close he was getting in the way his thighs tensed and in the controlled, restless way he kept adjusting his position in the chair.

His breathing had changed. Every few sentences there was a short, carefully measured pause. When he spoke again, his voice was slightly tighter than before.

“The finance department has had… more than enough time to resolve this.”

I hollowed my cheeks and took him deep, swallowing around the head.

Calum’s fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair. His thighs locked on either side of my head. He shifted again in the chair, the movement sharper this time, like he was trying to relieve pressure and failing.

Then the discussion turned fully to the finance team.

Calum’s voice suddenly rose, sharper and louder than it had been all morning.

“ENOUGH.”

The room went quiet.

His hand locked tight in my hair as he shoved my head all the way down. His cock pulsed hard against my tongue.

“I AM FUCKING TIRED,” he said, voice low and dangerous and already straining, “of listening to incompetence from people who are paid very well not to be incompetent.”

I kept sucking, throat working around him.

His hips jerked once under the table.

“You had an entire month—”

His voice broke slightly on the last word. He forced it back under control, louder, harsher.

“—an entire month to get the numbers right, and you still delivered this garbage…”

I felt him swell even more against my tongue.

“I want every single figure revised,” he continued, the words coming out tighter, almost through clenched teeth. “I want names. And I want it on my desk by tomorrow morning or—”

He never finished the sentence.

His entire body locked up.

A deep, rough sound tore out of his throat as he came — loud enough that it could have been pure rage. 

Thick, hot pulses flooded my throat in heavy spurts while he kept his hand forced down on my head. His cock throbbed hard against my tongue as he emptied himself in long, powerful waves. His thighs trembled on either side of my face. Another strained, guttural sound left him, the kind of noise a man makes when he’s furious… or when he’s coming so hard he can’t fully control it.

I swallowed convulsively around him, taking every drop, eyes watering, nose pressed tight against his body.

Above the table, no one spoke.

Calum’s breathing was heavier than usual when he finally spoke again, voice still rough and slightly hoarse.

“This meeting is over. Get out.”

Chairs moved quickly. Men stood. Footsteps and low voices filled the room as everyone filed out.

Calum kept my head down for several more seconds until the last of the aftershocks had passed. Only then did he slowly pull me off his cock by the hair. I stayed on my knees under the table, breathing hard, chin wet, throat raw, the thick taste of him coating my mouth.

His hand came down, tucked himself away, and zipped his pants with practiced ease.

He waited until the door clicked shut and the room was completely silent. Then he leaned down slightly, voice low and cold again.

“Stay there until I leave faggot. Then go wash your face and get back to work.”

He stood and walked out, leaving me alone under the table on my knees with his cum still sliding down my throat and the clear understanding that he had just used a room full of men as cover to come in my mouth.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All acts depicted are consensual between the characters.