My new arrogant boss is someone I know - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

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

Chapter 4

Most of the floor had already emptied when Calum called me into his office.

It was almost seven P.M. The city lights were beginning to show through the glass. He didn’t look up as I entered. He simply pointed at the chair in front of his desk.

“Sit, faggot.”

I sat. My body already knew the posture he expected — back straight, hands on my thighs, eyes down. Calum finished typing, closed the laptop, and walked around to stand in front of me. Without a word he reached up, loosened his tie, and pulled it free from his collar. He took both of my wrists, forced them behind the chair, and bound them tightly with the silk. The knot was precise. When he tugged it once more to test it, the fabric bit into my skin and held.

Then he took his belt.

He slid the leather around my neck and pulled it snug. Not tight enough to choke me outright, but firm enough that every breath and every swallow made me aware of it. He buckled it, adjusted the fit, and gave one final pull.

“Stay still. You’re just a blowjob doll tonight.”

He took out his phone and sent a short message. The silence in the office stretched. My pulse beat against the leather around my throat. A few minutes later there was a knock. Calum opened the door.

Three men stepped inside. I recognized them from the partners’ meeting. One older, heavy-set, silver hair. One close to Calum’s age, lean and sharp-eyed. One younger, early thirties, polished and cold. They locked the door behind them and looked at me the way men look at something already arranged.

Calum gestured toward the chair.

“He’s available. Face only. Don’t leave marks that show. He’s mine, so be careful.”

The older man was the first to move. He unzipped slowly, pulled out a thick hairy cock, and stroked himself while studying me with open contempt.

“So this is the intern,” he said. “Looks even better tied up.”

He stepped in, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and tilted my head back. The belt around my neck tightened with the angle. He pushed into my mouth and forced himself straight into my throat. I gagged hard around him. He held himself there for several seconds before he started fucking my mouth in steady, heavy strokes. Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest.

“Take it,” he muttered. “This is all you’re good for.”

The middle age man moved in next. He was longer, and he made me feel every inch. He held my head with both hands and drove into my throat again and again while I choked and struggled for air. The third and youngest one was the roughest. He used the belt like a handle, pulling my head onto his cock while he thrust deep and fast, cursing under his breath.

“Fucking gay bitch.”

They rotated without hurry.

One facefucked me while another slapped his cock against my cheek or smeared spit across my face. They talked over me the entire time — calling me whore, office slut, cheap hole, the boss’s little toy. Every wet, choked sound I made only encouraged them.

My jaw ached. My throat burned. My own cock stayed hard and ignored inside my pants. I was in a state of euphoria and ecstasy.

After a while the three of them stood in front of me stroking fast. Calum watched from the edge of his desk in silence.

“Cum on his face,” he said. “All of you.”

They stepped in close. The first, the older man came with a low grunt, thick ropes landing across my forehead and cheeks. The second, the youngest followed almost immediately, adding more over my lips and nose while calling “faggy”. The third painted my tongue and chin with heavy pulses. Cum dripped down my face in thick streaks, mixing with spit and running onto my chest and belly.

They finished, fixed their clothes, and left when Calum dismissed them with a short nod. The door clicked shut.

Silence settled over the office.

Calum pushed off the desk and walked toward me. He looked down at the mess already covering my face, then calmly unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out. He was fully hard, his massive cock in its pure glory.

He grabbed the belt around my neck and used it to pull my head forward.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth. He shoved in deep on the first thrust, forcing his way into my throat without restraint. The leather tightened as he pulled me onto him. He started facefucking me hard and fast, using short, brutal strokes that made wet, ugly sounds fill the room. 

Every time I gagged he held himself deeper, forcing me to take it until my vision blurred.

“This is what you are here for,” he said, voice low and controlled even as he used my throat. “Nothing else. Just to obey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, boss.” I tried to answer with my mouth full.

He fucked my mouth without mercy, one hand locked in my hair, the other gripping the belt. Spit and cum from the others ran down my chin and over his cock. My throat felt raw. Tears streamed down my face. He showed no interest in slowing down. I was a complete mess.

When his breathing finally grew heavier, he pulled out, stroked himself hard a few times, and came across my face with a low, rough sound. Thick pulses landed over the mess already there — across my cheeks, my lips, my closed eyes. He kept stroking until he was empty, then smeared the head of his cock over my mouth.

“Clean it.”

I licked him clean while he watched. Only then did he step back, tuck himself away, and unbuckle the belt from around my neck. He freed my wrists from his tie last. Blood returned to my hands in a sharp, tingling rush.

I sat there breathing hard, face covered with four loads, throat burning, the taste of four men heavy on my tongue.

Calum looked at me for a long moment.

“Get cleaned up, you look absolutely disgusting.” he said coldly. “And be here at eight tomorrow. Don’t be late. I have a business visit in the city and I will need you.”

He was already turning back to his desk when I stood on unsteady legs and reached for my shirt. Cum still slid down my neck and under my collar.

When I left the office, he didn’t look up once.

I already knew this had become the only reason I was working in this firm.

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