Excerpt from my latest book Assets: How will you use yours?
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One morning Julian admired Jeff’s pants as he prepared to leave the townhouse.
“Those fit you like a glove. What are you wearing under those?”
“Nothing,” he replied, flirtatiously, but honestly.
Later that day he received a chat on his work laptop.
“Mr Wainwright would like you to come to his conference room.” It was Candice, Julian’s administrative assistant.
When he arrived at the executive floor he was ushered into the empty private conference room. Julian entered from his adjoining office door a minute later.
“Can I do something for you Mr. Wainwright?”
“As a matter of fact, you can Jeff. Take all your clothes off and lie on the conference table.”
The command made Jeff hard at once, and he struggled to remove the snug trousers with his burgeoning erection. In a moment he was stripped nude and lying face up in the middle of the table.
The executive took his wrists and ankles, one by one, and slowly bound them to the conference room chairs at each corner of the sleek table. He slid his fingers into Jeff’s mouth, then ran his wet finger down his neck, between the cleft in his chest and around each nipple before following the hollow between the young man’s abs. Jeff had allowed his light body hair to grow back on Julian’s approval, and the older man teased and pulled at his treasure trail until he reached the base of Jeff’s fully erect cock. With slow, teasing pulls, he began to work the stiff pole until drops of precum appeared at his red, round tip. Abruptly, Julian stopped and left the room, closing the door to his adjoining office.
Jeff laid prone for a long time, watching the minutes tick by on the wall clock above him. His arms and legs splayed out to the four corners of the conference table, he awaited the return of the man who he hoped would bring him some relief.
Julian came back, this time with a coffee mug. From it he lavished Jeff’s cock with a mix of warm water and the expensive lavender soap gel from his executive lavatory to return the prone stud to full, yearning attention. The soapy water foamed and drenched his young, turgid tool and Jeff closed his eyes to focus on the exquisite feeling and the slurping, sopping sound of the improvised lubricant. Sloppy, wet strokes followed by long pauses, repeated, as the watery mix drained, warm, and luxuriant between his thighs and around his cum gutters until Jeff slid around on the conference room table with every buck of his eager hips.
“Please, let me cum,” he gasped. And Julian would pause.
“Tell me when you’re close,” Julian ordered. “I will decide when you cum.”
Again, and again the young stud pleaded for relief as he dutifully notified his master that he was ready. Julian teased and taunted the young man, leaving periodically when he got so close he could barely stand it. Finally, he returned.
“You want to cum,” he asked as he worked the soapy steel with both hands now.
“Yes, please,” he begged.
“Yes please, what?”
“Yes please, sir”
With that the older man abandoned all restraint and worked the young stud’s rod until it burst in blessed release over his abs, his chest, and the conference room table. Julian rubbed the viscus mix of water, soap, and semen over the boy’s body until it formed a shimmering film on every muscled surface. Then, again, left the room. Jeff could hear him on a phone call in the office next door, and when he returned, the boy was sheathed in the dried evidence of his copious release.
“You should go to my bathroom and clean up,” Julian said cheerfully when he reentered the room, offhandedly unstrapping his wrists and ankles.
“You better donate those pants,” Julian said conspiratorially when Jeff, showered and redressed now, gathered up his laptop and left the conference room. “They’re dangerous.”
