Like a deer in headlights (slut path)

Oliver gulped, his mind a panicked fog of lust, “I-I-I” Percy shushed him “I know what you want Oliver, you want someone else to do the thinking, you just need some direction. Come around my side of the bar.” As if on auto pilot, Oliver looped around until he was face to face with the still sitting Percy, who spun his stool around to eye his prey. “Simon will never need to know Ollie; I could take you back to my apartment and give you what you need. Hell, if you want, I can call over a half dozen of my friends and we can make a real evening of it. All you need to do is show me what you want. Can you do that Ollie?”

Oliver wordlessly undid the button and zipper of Percy’s slacks and fished out the massive cock hiding beneath. Not caring it was still an hour till close and that anyone could walk in, Oliver leaned over and planted a kiss on Percy’s tool. Percy smiled, and sipped his drink as Oliver slid his head up and down. Unsurprisingly, Percy’s cock was just as perfect as the rest of his body, not so huge as to be intimidating, but perfectly sculpted and proportional to his gorgeous physique. “That’s a good slut Ollie, take it a little deeper now.”

Oliver obeyed, feeling the warm length along his tongue, Percy placed a hand down and pushed himself deeper down Ollie’s throat. As Oliver pulled back up, he paused with his tongue extended, slapping the mushroom cap down on its outstretched flesh. Percy’s phone buzzed, and he idly picked it up “ah, the parties at Steven’s tonight.” The muscular man was utterly nonchalant as Oliver resumed sucking his member “Let’s finish up here, then I’ll take you to meet some of my friends.” The words brooked no discussion, and Oliver hazily knew he was likely in for a hell of a night.

Percy pressed a firm hand on to the back of Oliver’s head, his shaft easily sliding deeper into the younger man’s mouth. Oliver completely surrendered to the intoxicating dominance and indifference as Percy wove his fingers through Oliver’s hair and bobbed him up and down on his cock. Oliver heard the click of Percy typing, the unmistakable sound of a photo being taken, of messages incoming and outgoing in a flurry of activity. Percy pulled Oliver off his spit slathered cock and held the phone up to get a clear picture of Oliver’s face with his cock on the outstretched tongue. Percy smiled cruelly “Oliver are you a total slut?” The phone panned around the bar, onto Percy’s own face and back to Oliver. Percy twisted his grip on Oliver’s hair “I said- are you a total slut” the final word dripping with condescension and arrogance.

Oliver was too far gone as he looked up pleadingly at both the phone and Percy’s sneering face “yes I’m a total slut! Please let me suck your cock so we can go to the party and let all your friends fuck me!” Percy threw back his head laughing and sent a final text message “oh Oliver, Simon’s going to fucking love that one- now finish me off so we can go.” A small, quiet part of Oliver’s brain was ashamed- he probably had just irreparably damaged his friendship with Simon. A louder, sluttier voice overruled that guilt, they weren’t dating, they were just coworkers who fucked, and Oliver could do whatever (and whoever) he damn well pleased.

Oliver resumed sucking with gusto, cupping Percy’s shaved balls and doing his best to get the man off. It didn’t take long for Percy’s thighs to start clenching, pulling Oliver’s head off his cock and jacking himself off. Erupting with a groan, Percy shot rope after rope of sticky cum over Oliver’s face, for his part Ollie tried to catch as much as he could on his tongue but to no avail. Thoroughly painted, Oliver had one eye shut as he rose in search of napkins. Percy laughed and smacked him roughly on the ass as he rose “Good slut Ollie, now finish up here and I’ll call an uber.”