Another day at the office

As Matty pushed open the heavy glass doors, he inhaled deeply, attempting to clear his mind. He knew that he had to put the thoughts of last night aside and just focus on today.

The thought of entering the office knowing that the men there would treat him like a piece of meat to be used and discarded made him nauseous. But he also felt a strange sense of empowerment. He had faced his fear and conquered it, and now he was ready to take on anything that came his way.

As Matty entered the firm, he could already smell the scent of money in the air. It was a heady mixture of expensive perfumes, polished wood, and crisp paper. The sound of people talking filled the space, a chorus of hushed whispers and measured footsteps. Matty's heart beat faster as he adjusted his tie and squared his shoulders.

"Morning, Matty," chirped the receptionist, her cheerful greeting jarring his senses. She handed him a stack of files, her eyes shining with amusement.

"Mr. Johnson requested these immediately," she giggled, her tone playful. "Can you handle it?"

Matty cleared his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. "Of course," he replied, his voice strained. "I'll deliver them directly to his office."

The receptionist's laughter rang out, filling the room with a mischievous energy. "Oh, Matty, some of those documents are confidential," she purred, lowering her voice to a whisper. “So no peeking ok.”

The receptionist winked, her eyes dancing with excitement. “By the way, Mr. Johnson is quite demanding. He won’t tolerate any mistakes. You better watch out.”

Matty suppressed a nervous laugh, his palms sweating. "Thank you for the warning," he said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. "I'll make sure I get him the files on time."

He swiftly navigated through the bustling corridors, his heels clicking loudly against the polished marble floors.

Matty clutched the papers tightly, the weight of responsibility bearing down upon him. The mere thought of disappointing Mr. Johnson sent a chill down his spine.

As he neared the executive wing, Matty's heart hammered in his chest. He could feel the eyes of his fellow employees boring into his back, their judgment silently weighing him down. He **** himself to breathe evenly, attempting to focus on the task at hand.

"Mr. Johnson's office," Matty said, his voice barely audible.

"I need to deliver these files right away."

A handsome man in a finely tailored suit appeared behind the receptionist, his gaze sweeping the room. "What's the holdup?" he barked, his voice commanding. "I demand instant service."

Matty's hands shook, his heart pounding in his chest. "I apologize, sir," he stammered, his voice cracking under the strain. "I've just arrived with the documents you requested."

The man snorted dismissively, his lips curling into a sneer.

"Fine," he grumbled, waving his hand dismissively. "Send him in. I need those documents."

Matty gulped, his heart hammering in his chest. He hesitated for a moment, his palms starting to sweat. But then he gathered his courage and stepped forward, determined to complete his mission.

The large wooden door stood before him, imposing and intimidating. Matty took a deep breath, gathering his resolve. He knocked firmly on the door, his knuckles trembling slightly.

"Enter," a gruff voice boomed from within the room.

Matty entered nervously, handing the stack of papers to Mr Johnson immediately. 

He expected a curt nod and dismissal, but instead, the lawyer eyed him appraisingly from head to toe. Matty felt a shiver run down his spine and his heart began to race.

"Matty, isn't it?" Mr Johnson asked, his voice deep and smooth. "I've heard a lot about you."

Matty nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm the new assistant office manager."

Mr Johnson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, Matty, I'm sure you’re quite talented at what you do," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But I must admit, I'm impressed by your dedication."

Matty blushed, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Thank you, sir," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "I'll do my best to exceed your expectations."

Mr. Johnson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, Matty, I expect nothing less from you," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "After all, you're a valuable asset to our firm."

Matty swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. "I'm honored, sir," he replied, his voice shaking slightly.

Mr. Johnson's eyes sparkled with mischief as he rose from his chair, approaching Matty with a sly grin. "Well, Matty, I believe you deserve a reward for your hard work," he said, his voice low and seductive. "A little something to show my appreciation."

Matty's heart raced, his pulse throbbing in his veins. He swallowed hard, his throat parched and dry. "I-I don't know what you mean, sir," he stammered, his voice cracking.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Oh, Matty," he purred, his voice thick with lust. "Don't play coy with me. I know what you want."

Matty's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

He cast a nervous glance around the dimly lit office, hoping that none of the other lawyers would catch sight of the intimate exchange unfolding between him and Mr. Johnson.

"Oh, Matty," Mr. Johnson murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I know exactly what you need."

With a swift motion, Mr. Johnson grabbed Matty's chin, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "You need a nice big cock up that pretty little bubble butt of yours," he growled, his grip tightening perceptibly.

“Come ride my cock Matty, it’s waiting for you.” He said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive 10 inch cock while sitting at his desk. 

Matty gasped, his eyes widening in shock. "Sir," he sputtered, his voice quivering with anxiety. "We can't do this here. Someone might walk in on us."

Mr. Johnson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Relax, Matty," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Everyone here knows what your real job is so no one will care if they see you with my cock inside you, that’s what they’ll expect, it’s where a sissy like you belongs. Now, climb onto my lap and take my cock."

Mr. Johnson instructed, his voice husky with anticipation.

Matty hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. However, he knew that disobeying his superior wouldn't bode well for him.

Matty reluctantly climbed onto Mr. Johnson's lap, positioning himself above the swollen member. He could feel its heat radiating through his thin lace panties, causing his dick to tighten uncomfortably in the confines of his chastity. Matty closed his eyes, trying to block out the sounds of the nearby offices and the muffled voices of other employees passing by.

"That's it, Matty," Mr. Johnson encouraged, his voice husky with anticipation. "Show me how much you want my cock."

Matty bit his lip, his inner turmoil evident in his tormented expression as he began lowering himself onto the fat throbbing cock.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as he fought to relax his muscles; he felt Mr. Johnson's hands running through his hair, guiding him downward. Matty clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to scream as the tip of the enormous shaft breached his tight hole.

"Take it easy, Matty," Mr. Johnson whispered soothingly, his voice rich and warm. "Let your body acclimate to the sensation."

Matty nodded, his gaze locked on the giant cock impaling him. As soon as the tip pushed through though, he slid down the entire shaft, a testament no doubt to how loosened up he still remained after the antics of last night. 

He moaned softly, his hips swaying back and forth as he gradually accepted the entirety of Mr. Johnson's cock inside him. Matty's heart raced and his breathing became ragged as he reveled in the fullness of the moment.

"That's it, Matty," Mr. Johnson murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now slide up and down that pole, ride me like the slut you are, work my cock inside you until you make me fill you with my potent seed."

Mr. Johnson growled, his grip tightening as he held Matty close.

Matty whimpered as he complied, rising a few inches before descending back down onto the pulsing length buried deep within him. With each thrust, his tiny asscheeks clenched and released, stretching wide as the monster cock pushed deeper inside him. The friction created a searing heat within his passage, driving him wild with need.

"Harder!" Mr. Johnson demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

"Make me come harder than ever before!" Mr. Johnson roared, his grip tightening on Matty's waist. "I want to feel your tight asshole squeezing my cock!"

Matty cried out, his voice hoarse and strained. "Please," he begged, his words breathy and ****. "Give me everything you've got."

Mr. Johnson groaned, his grip tightening on Matty's waist. "I want to feel your tight asshole squeezing my cock until I explode!"

Matty whimpered, his voice hoarse and strained. "I can't take anymore." "Oh, Matty," he purred, his voice thick with desire. "You're just getting started."

With a swift motion, Mr. Johnson grabbed Matty's hips, lifting him high into the air. He placed Matty on the edge of his desk, positioning him on his back. "Now," he growled, his voice husky with anticipation. "Take my cock like the slut you are."

Matty bit his lip, his inner turmoil evident in his tormented expression.

Mr Johnson began thrusting in and out of Matty’s hole harder and faster than ever, drilling him like a total slut with no regard for what it was doing to Matty. He just wanted to get off and that’s all that mattered to him right now as he fucked the new office slut’s brains out.

It was incredible. His beautiful round ass was bouncing up and down on his cock, and he was begging for more. He loved it when sluts begged for more. That was the best part. He was looking up at him with those pleading eyes, and he knew he wanted more. He wasn't going to disappoint him. He grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his collared neck. Then he kissed his neck where he could manage, sucking on it gently. It seemed to send waves of pleasure through his body because he moaned louder.

Matty was completely under his control now.

His cock was rock hard and pulsating inside Matty's ass, throbbing with each brutal thrust. He could see the lust in Matty's eyes, the hunger for his seed. He knew that Matty wanted to be bred, to carry his powerful seed. And he wanted to grant that wish.

"Matty," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to breed you."

He whispered in Matty's ear, his hot breath making Matty shiver. "I want to claim you as my sexy little toy."

Matty moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Yes, breed me," he begged, his voice hoarse and strained. "Fill me with your seed."

That’s exactly what Mr Johnson did, unleashing a flood of hot semen directly into Matty’s slutty hole as he came like never before. 

In fact, he came so hard, Matty felt the spurts of jizz hit the inside of his stomach.

Mr Johnson collapsed onto his chair, panting heavily. His huge cock slipped out of Matty’s stretched and abused hole with a wet plop.

Matty lay on the desk, feeling the sticky warmth of Mr Johnson’s cum oozing out of his gaping hole. He couldn’t believe how intensely he'd just been used.

He was sure he was going to burst from the sheer volume of the cum load. He was still trying to catch his breath when Mr. Johnson stood up and walked over to his desk drawers.

"What are you doing?" Matty asked, his voice hoarse and strained.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Matty," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "If you think we're done, you're mistaken."

Matty gasped, his eyes widening in shock. "What do you mean?" he sputtered, his voice quivering with anxiety. "I'm going to make sure that my seed stays inside you," he growled, his voice husky with anticipation.

Mr Johnson returned with a large silicone butt plug in his hand. It wasn’t hard for Matty to figure out what he planned on doing with it. 

Matty struggled to speak, but managed to utter a weak protest. "No, please," he whimpered, his voice cracked and weak. "I can't, you've already filled me with so much cum." "You're going to love this." Before Matty could react, Mr. Johnson rammed the large plug into his ass, shoving it deep inside him and trapping the massive load of cum inside him at the same time. Mr Johnson then dismissed Matty, allowing him to head back to his office and get to work. 

Matty left the office feeling utterly defeated and humiliated, yet unable to shake off the lingering arousal from his encounter with the powerful executive.