Tease him some more

"What a fucking slut you are," Bruce mocks him, unbuttoning his shirt, stripping just to his briefs and socks, all while grinding on Tatsumi's cock.

"Quit teasing me and let me fuck you." Tatsumi said.

"Say you're a slut. Do it." Bruce says.

"No," Tasumi replies assertivly.

"Say you're a slut and..." but Mr. Masutani cut him off, placing a hand on Bruce's jaw, squeezing it slightly.

"You listen here you little cock tease. You're gonna ride my fucking cock and shut up about the slut nonsense. I'm not your fucking slut. The sight of that meaty body just makes me want to pound your bitch hole so you shut up." Mr. Masutani said in a cold, aggressive tone. Bruce suddenly became aware of how exposed he was to this situation. Mr. Masutani grabbed the elastic on Bruce's boxer briefs and tugged them down, exposing Bruce's hole,

"Now, your gonna do the job I give you and you're gonna make your boss very fucking happy. Got it." Mr. Masutani said. Bruce paused.

"Yes, Tatsumi," Bruce says, but Mr. Masutani tugs at Bruce's jaw.

"No, you lost that right to that name when you started acting like a little bitch. Sit on my dick." Mr. Masutani says. Bruce didn't know what to think or do. He was caught off gaurd. Thankfully, he didn't have to think. His body moved for him, sitting down on the erect cock beneath him. "Ohhh yeah. That's a fucking good hole." Mr. Masutani moaned, "Ride it, bounce that fucking hot body of yours on it." and Bruce complied. He didn't know why, but the way Mr. Masutani was treating him right now, it kinda turned him on. And that scared Bruce. Seeing Bruce's hard cock pitching a tent in his boxer briefs, Mr. Masutani couldn't help but laugh as he pulled the underwear fully off.

"Look at you, trying to call me the slut, when you're the one getting hard from being treated like my bitch." Mr. Masutani laughs. Bruce felt so embarrassed and horny at the same time. He had made an absolute fool of himself and here he was riding his boss's dick, turned on by Mr. Masutani. Bruce probably could have overpowered him, if he had tried, but he had gotten to a point where he couldn't help himself. Mr. Masutani's dick felt so good and his cock was already leaking like a sieve.

"Watch where you leak you little dick pig." Mr. Masutani said, grabbing Bruce's dick, "This suit costs more than you make in a...shit unnhhh," Mr. Masutani thrust his hips up as he starts panting and moaning, tugging Bruce's cock in the dopamine fog. Bruce felt it before Mr. Masutani had to say anything. Cum filling him up. Bruce felt himself about to erupt.

"Don't cum on my suit," Mr. Masutani says quickly, but it's too late, Bruce squirts his spunk. Thankfully, none landed on the suit, instead, the cum arced and landed on Mr. Masutani's face.

"I'm sorry," Bruce began but stopped. Mr. Masutani was smiling.

"You have made me very fucking happy," he says, licking the cum off his cheek, his demeanor had changed completely. "Other than the talking, you're a good fuck." Bruce got off Mr. Masutani's lap and flashed a smile before putting on his pants._ What the fuck was all that? Why did Mr. Masutani...Why did I...? _So many questions were swirling inside of his head, that Bruce had forgotten to put on his underwear. Wanting to get out of there, he stuffed them into his pocket.

"Glad to have you on the team Bruce," Mr. Masutani said, returning to his usual position behind the desk.

"Glad to be here," Bruce replied distantly, walking to the door.

"And Bruce." Mr. Masutani said, causing Bruce to pause on the door handle, "Not a word. I would hate for everyone to know you as the office slut." A chill went down Bruce's spine as he opened the door and left. Why had he gone along with it.