Let him continue undressing you

Mr Beaumont grumbled, seemingly resigned to following everything without fight. He untied your shoes, pulling the both of them from your feet and place them either side of him. He reached up your pant leg, finding the top of your sock, before slowly pulling it off your foot. He followed suit with the other sock and you flexed your feet and toes, allowing them to breathe.

"Now my pants," you say, "and don't get any ideas when you remove that belt. I may have to use it later."

Your boss just grunted, unbuckling the strap of leather from your waist. He pulled the belt from your pants, placing it next to your shoes. He reached for your pants and hesitated for a moment, seemingly trying to fight your previous command. Quickly, though, he was undoing the button, before lowering the zipper. You lift yourself up slightly, allowing him to begin pulling your lower garment from your body. After what seemed like forever, they were finally off, discarded on the floor. You sat in just your tie and stained, blue briefs, tenting out towards your shirtless boss.

"One more to go, Dale." You taunt.

His hands reach towards the blue briefs, shaking as they took hold of the hem. You couldn't tell if they were shaking because he was resisting or he was scared. Probably a bit of both. You again lifted your bum off the seat to allow him to pull your underwear down. He did so slowly, allowing your crotch to be revealed in glorious fashion. First came your pubic hair, trimmed, not shaved. Then the root of your tool, decorated in a couple of loose hairs. The briefs slowly came down, revealing inch after inch of cock. Finally, the head broke free, springing back in comical fashion. Your cock was above average, but not like those porn star dicks. A healthy size, you reckoned. The briefs kept coming down, revealing your healthy, hairy balls, hanging proudly below. Finally, the older man was able to get the briefs entirely off of you. You sat proudly in your boss' chair, stark naked (bar tie), staring down at your boss. His alpha figure was quickly diminishing, leaving you in charge.

"Well," you said, "it's not going to dry itself."