New Hire Onboarding

Inside the Lyft ride, Carl let out a long sigh. He slumped down into the cool embrace of the faux leather seats and loosened his tie from around his neck. He pressed a button and the window came down, letting the cool night air brush against his skin.

"So, how was he?" asked the Lyft driver. Carl ignored the question at first, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the wind on his face and the sounds of the city at night as they drove by. Finally, he stuck his head back inside and closed the window.

"Adequate. He was a lot easier than you said he'd be. I though I'd have be there weeks before I got him."

"Maybe you're just that good," replied the Lyft driver. From the rearview mirror, Carl could see his smirk. Most of the driver's face was hidden behind a black baseball cap that covered most of his head and sunglasses that seemed out of place given how dark it already was. Carl sat up and clutched at the driver's seat, resting his chin on the driver's shoulder.

"Oh? Then how come I've never gotten you," he said, smirking.

"I'm not your target, remember?" replied the Lyft driver in an emotionless response that deflated Carl back into his seat.

"So, I go back tomorrow then?" asked Carl, who brought his phone to his face and started scrolling through the photos of Will he secretly took throughout the day. Swiping right to left through the photos of Will working away at the computer, Will stretching at his desk, Will grabbing coffee from the canteen; it wasn't long until the photos ended and the videos began. The sound of Will grunting animalistically as he fucked Carl in their shared office echoed throughout the car. Carl felt his cock harden inside his pants.

"Take it out and play with it," commanded the driver, emotionless in his demands. Carl did as he was ordered and let his penis out for some fresh air. He swiped along the width of his phone screen and another video appeared, this time of Carl riding Will. Carl grabbed his cock and started stroking the length of it. Carl could still feel Will's impressive cock inside of his hole as he jerked off whilst the car sped along the city streets.

"Don't take the highway, I'm almost there," said Carl breathlessly between moans and soft groans.

"Whatever you say," said the driver who slowed down and avoided the turn-off. Carl ramped up his pumping, rocking his hips and twitching his asshole in rhythm with the pelvic thrusts depicted in the video. The driver reached behind him and felt for Carl's ballsac, tugging at and playing with his passenger's family jewels.

"Oh fuck, you know that'll make me CUM!" moaned Carl, who wretched forward, overcome with pleasure, and shot rope after rope of thick cum. Most of his hot load landed on his suit jacket and shirt but some of it landed in the driver's hand. He removed his digits from fondling Carl's ballsac and perineum and brought his cum glazed fingers to his lips, where he sucked all of Carl's cum from his fingers.

"Thank you for my tip."

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The next day started like his first day. Carl appeared at the front desk and was brought to Will, who shepherded him through another day of meetings, having Carl introduce himself, and having other people introduce themselves to Carl. At some point, Carl stopped listening to the introductions and got someone's name incorrect when he went to ask a question. He feigned being apologetic but he didn't care. He wanted more quiet time with Will but it seemed he wasn't going to get it today.

Just outside the offices were a collection of metal tables and chairs, arranged haphazardly next to a line of trees. Like many people in the office, Carl found himself eating his lunch there. Though, unlike others, he was eating alone. He was about to finish the ramen he'd microwaved in the office canteen when he felt a strong, meaty hand grab his shoulder. Carl whipped his head back, ramen noodles still hanging from his mouth, to see Will hovering over him.

"Come with me. There's someone else you need to meet today."

Will started walking through the glass doors, Carl trailing behind as he hurriedly tried to masticate the ramen in his mouth and dispose of the soupy dregs. They both made it to the elevator banks and Carl pressed the button to call the elevator. Once they got in, the younger man reached to press the button for the 8th floor - where their office was located - but Will grabbed his wrist and said, "Not there." Will then let go of Carl's wrist and pressed the number 19.

"What, or I guess, who is on the 19th floor that I have to meet? I thought I met -" started Carl before Will interjected.

"This person is particularly interested in you. One of the high ups, I guess, took a shine to your work when I told them about how you helped me last night." Will kept his eyes on the elevator numbers climbing and climbing as the metal box ascended into the sky.

"You know, about last night, I -" started Carl but the elevator dinged and announced the 19th floor. Once the doors opened, Will gestured for Carl to step out, who did just that. Carl was about to turn around and ask Will where they're headed but the elevator doors closed and took Will away, leaving Carl on his own amidst a sea of empty cubicles, large windows overlooking the city, and no idea where to go.

"So you're the famous Carl, eh?" said a deep voice from behind him. Carl turned around and was greeted by another older gentleman. This one sported a beard and moustache combo that he clearly took great care of. The salt and pepper combination added definition and an air about the mysterious man. Carl stared into the man's icy blue eyes, admired his straight jet black hair perfectly gelled, and took a step back to marvel at how well he filled out his suit.

"Uh, sorry, sir, but who are you?" asked Carl, trying not to give away that he was sneaking glances at the man's bulge, which was very pronounced.

"You can call me Mr. Kane. I'm the "K" in WKD Enterprises, son, and I wanted to meet you. Will has told me that you've already left quite an impression on him - and it's only your second day!" Mr. Kane wrapped his arm around Carl's shoulder and the younger man could have almost melted at the feel of Mr. Kane's large muscular arms around him.

"Well, thank you sir, but I didn't need to interrupt your busy day for that!" said Carl who couldn't help but blush as the older man led him past the empty cubicles and towards the end of the hallway, where an office the size of Carl's first studio apartment in the city beckoned. Mr. Kane opened the door and practically shoved Carl into his office.

"Nonsense, boy! I make it a habit of staying close to the boots on the ground. I like to know what's going on, keep my head out of the clouds at all that, ya see. Here, have a seat." Mr. Kane gestured at the two brown leather armchairs that sat across from a large wooden desk, adorned with Mr. Kane's placard (that oddly read "Mr. Kane"), and various tchochtkes that, Carl though, may be worth more than they appear. He took a seat in the chair to the right and smiled.

"Well, thanks for taking notice of me, I guess. I'm still new, though, so I'm not sure how impressive I can be."

"I'd trust Will with my life, and if he says you're one to watch then I take notice of that. So, tell me about yourself," Mr. Kane asked as he leaned in, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin on the apex that his clasped hands formed.

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An hour flew by and Carl was still chatting with Mr. Kane. At first, Carl wondered if this was another part of the interview process but soon, he started feeling an endearing warmth from Mr. Kane, who started revealing things about himself too. He was, indeed, older than Carl ("Can you believe I'm 65? Sometimes I barely feel 25!"), started WKD Enterprises while he was in college ("Started as a bio lab project, if you can believe that!"), and he was divorced ("Thank God for good lawyers and a prenup. Otherwise we both might have been out on our asses, boy-o!"). Their conversation started with Mr. Kane behind his desk and Carl in the leather armchair but, by the end, both men were sitting across from one another, arm chairs facing each other, laughing and smiling and sharing their lives with one another.

"Oh damnit, I've kept you too long. Let's get you back down to the 8th floor," said Mr. Kane as he stood up.

"Don't worry about it, sir. I can make my way down," replied Carl as he headed towards the office door.

"Well, it was a pleasure talking to you, Carl," said Mr. Kane as he offered his hand to the new hire.

"Yes, though I'd say I got all the pleasure, sir. You're great company and it was so good getting to learn more about you," replied Carl, who was staring deep into Mr. Kane's eyes and could definitely sense something between them. Both men let the handshake linger for longer than they typically would have before letting go of their grips on one another.

"I'll head down, then, sir." Just as Carl was beginning to make his way out of the office, Mr. Kane spoke up.

"You know, Carl, why don't we keep this going after work. Say 8'o clock at my home? Don't worry, it's close-by. How bout it, boy?"

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"Who's hole is this? Mine, that's whose! This tight hole is all mine!"

Mr. Kane rammed his thick cock deep inside of Carl's inviting hole. Sweat dripped off of both men's bodies, staining the burnt copper silk sheets that Mr. Kane was so proud to show off only minutes ago when he was giving Carl a tour of his penthouse apartment.

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Their time together started innocuously. Carl was able to leave work a little after 5pm and decided to go pick up a bottle of wine to bring to Mr. Kane's place. What was initially a quick run to the liquor store turned into a half an hour endeavour to find a specific bottle of wine. When he finally did procure the bottle he was looking for, Carl was halfway across town and had 20 minutes to get to Mr. Kane's.

And yet, seeing Mr. Kane's shocked reaction when Carl handed him the 1990 Musigny Grand Cru was worth it.

"I only just told you about this this morning. How the hell did you find it? And how can you afford this?!" Mr. Kane wouldn't take his eyes off the bottle for a good, long while and almost forgot that Carl was a guest in his home. Once he finally opened the bottle of wine, he poured the wine into two glasses, handed Carl one of the glasses, and took a long, hard sniff. For a second, Carl wondered if the face that Mr. Kane just made his O-face.

"Cheers! To new connections and great success." The two men touched their glasses together and took a sip of the wine.

"So, you wanna give me a tour or what?" said Carl, cheekily.

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Mr. Kane pulled his cock out of Carl's hole and marvelled at how much it gaped. He raised one meaty hand and slapped Carl's pert, round ass cheek then lifted the other hand and slapped the other cheek until both cheeks bore his handprints as a brand.

He grabbed the younger man's hips and plunged his cock deep into his sore hole, soliciting loud screams and gutteral moans from Carl, whose head was buried against a pillow.

"Fuck me, Mr. Kane! Make this hole all yours, sir!" he said, rocking his hips against Mr. Kane's own pelvic thrusts. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, as did the intoxicating scent. Neither men could tell how long they'd been at it, too engrossed in their lovemaking to perceive or even care about the hours that had passed since Carl first crossed the threshold to Mr. Kane's home.

Suddenly, Mr. Kane felt his climax approaching. He dug his fingers into Carl's skin.

"Take my babies, bitch! Take my babies!" said the old man as he explored inside of Carl.

"FUCK ME, I can fucking feel that!" said Carl, genuinely shocked by how powerful Mr. Kane's cum shot was. For a split second, Carl wondered if he might actually get pregnant after this.

Mr. Kane slid his semi-erect cock out of Carl's hole and watched as a river of his cum formed from Carl's orifice and streamed down his leg. Carl, panting and sweaty, got out of bed and started getting dressed.

"I should go, sir. It's getting pretty late and I don't wanna miss -"

"Stay." It wasn't a command and it wasn't a question. Carl felt the longing in the sentence and he couldn't deny his own longing to do what was being asked of him.

Mr. Kane sat up on his forearms and looked at Carl.

"You don't have to go, you know. We can just...you could just...Stay, please, Carl." The older man, naked and cock still oozing ejaculate, flashed a smile that betrayed the true feelings that neither knew could blossom from something like this.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Mr. Kane," replied Carl. Yet, even as he spoke those words, he had started undressing and making his way back into bed with Mr. Kane. Carl cuddled with the older man, nestling against his sweaty, fur-covered chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat.

Both men tossed and turned in Mr. Kane's bed that night, making love, fucking, exploring each other's bodies. Carl straddled Mr. Kane and rode his beer-can thick cock until he planted even more seed inside of his tight, young hole. Mr. Kane spread Carl's legs from one end of the bed to another, slamming his cock deep into Carl's hole only to pull out completely and slam back inside before he came all over Carl's chest. Carl hung over the bed, ass perched in the air as Mr. Kane thrust his schlong deep inside of Carl's receptive orifice, his anal walls trembling from the violent pleasure of Mr. Kane's intense cum shots.

The sun began to rise when both men, finally spent, lay in bed together. Mr. Kane wrapped his arms around Carl, planting soft kisses on the younger man's forehead.

"Call in sick," said Mr. Kane.

"I can't. I might get fired," joked Carl.