New Hire Onboarding

Marc Kane tapped his black leather Oxfords on the elevator's marble floor. The metal box descended from his office on the top floor until it stopped, and the silver doors opened. The office was dark, save for a few computer screens that persisted. The bright blue light illuminated Marc's determined steps towards his destination. He rounded a corner and started hearing a symphony of textured noises he was accustomed to hearing when he visited this floor after hours. He continued, though his steps slowed and became more covert. He passed the last desk of the bullpen and turned left towards the one private office, a box of glass obscured from the rest of the open plan office. Through the fogged-up glass, Marc saw three silhouettes moving suggestively. He rounded a corner and opened the office door, increasing the volume of the noises.

"Fuck me, Will! Gimme that big cock of yours!" begged the new Marketing intern, bent over Will's desk. His taut, young body was dripping in sweat, and his bare ass was swallowing Will's thick cock with ease.

"Yeah, you like being used like a human fleshlight, don't you bitch?" Will's rhythmic thrusts into the naked intern's hole sent the sounds of their bodies crashing against one another echoing from the glass office and into the open area. Below this commotion, on his knees and also naked, was the new HR intern. For his part, he had his tongue sticking out, licking Will's cock when it slid in and out of the Marketing Intern's hole.

"Yeah, keep giving me that lube. You love the taste of a real man's cock, don't you, bitch?" Both interns moaned in unison. Marc had stumbled upon this scene many times at WKD Enterprises. Will's satyromaniac behaviours were a constant source of office gossip, with some co-workers referring to it as a form of initiation that guaranteed upward mobility. Other, more critical employees thought Will's explicit in-office "romances" were inappropriate. Regardless, all of Will's team members kept quiet once they saw their "discretion-based special income increase" at mid-year review every time.

Little did the employees know that Will was but one in a three-man game at WKD Enterprises; a first, easier test that, if the employee passed, meant they would move forward towards the second, more difficult test. That second man watched from his spot at the door for a while. Marc had seen this so many times before, but this time, he didn't feel turned on by the thrill of Will overpowering a new employee. Instead, he pictured Carl and Will rutting around in this very office, Carl spreading his legs for Will, Will slapping Carl around and calling him dirty names, Carl cumming from Will's curved, thick cock. The image sickened Marc, and he felt a rage towards his fellow player, one he had never felt before.

"Will!" Marc barked, louder than he wanted to.

Will turned his head, noticed Marc, and smirked.

"The HR Intern was fun, but this Marketing one, you'll enjoy him, Uncle Marc!" Will said, gesturing his head towards the HR Intern, a young and thin blonde-haired guy, who was sprawled out on the office floor. The HR Intern's naked body was coated in cum and sweat. Will grabbed the Marketing Intern's hips and began to jackhammer his thick cock in and out of the young man's hole so hard that he screamed and yelped from the painful pleasure.

"Yeah, that's what I wanna hear. You screaming like your friend did before. You wanted this, right? Take it! Take all of it! TAKE IT!!!!!!" Will's growl was louder than the intern's screams as both let out volcanic eruption levels of cum. The intern's load landed all over the desk while Will made sure to deposit his massive load inside the Marketing Intern's reddened asshole.

Once he was spent, Will pulled out his cock, and his cum gushed out like a river that had its dam removed. The HR Intern positioned himself right behind the Marketing Intern's ass, and his face became coated in Will's white hot liquid. Both young men, satisfied and sweaty, collapsed onto the cold floor of Will's office. Will looked down at them and smiled before he turned to face his uncle Marc.

"You're not usually here for this part. What brings you down?" Will panted, beads of sweat covering his face. He grabbed a swig of water from his stainless steel bottle before he stepped towards his uncle. Marc lifted his right hand and slapped Will's face; the slap echoed throughout the office, and both interns shrieked as Will fell onto the floor next to them.

"You sent me that stupid text message, didn't you?" Marc asked, hovering angrily over Will.

"Y-y-yes, Uncle, i-i-it was me. Please, understand. I did it for the good of the Unholy Trinity. That idiot, I just..." Will paused, holding both hands to his bright red cheek, trying to soothe the stinging pain he felt on his face.

"Just what, you half-breed brat!?" Marc spat, holding his hand up to offer Will another attack.

"Uncle, please!" said Will, who held his hands out to preempt another slap. "I just think we should move on from Carl. I have a bad feeling about him."

"Those aren't the rules of the game. He meets your father next, and that's final." As Marc said the words, he felt his stomach turn, and his mind became filled with images of Carl's cherubic face, their own gentle lovemaking, and all the things he'd come to learn and like about Carl.

"Those are the rules," Marc repeated, his voice shaking.

He looked down and locked eyes with Will. "Clean this mess up before the cleaners come. And as for your playthings, hold off until Carl meets your father." Once Marc said his piece, he turned and walked out of Will's office. Just as Will was about to get up, the HR Intern wrapped his hand around Will's soft cock and began stroking it. Then, the Marketing Intern sat up, manoeuvred himself between Will's thick thighs, and began licking Will's asshole. Will moaned, smirked, and said, "Let's see who's gonna get the bigger special income increase."

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It was an average workday for Carl. He'd gotten into the office earlier than his peers and started working on a few reports that Will had asked him to complete. By midday, though, things took an unexpected turn. Without much ceremony or explanation, Will suddenly told Carl to "go see the CEO. He wants to speak with you." Confused, Carl got up from his seat and walked to the elevator. He pressed the button, and once the metal doors opened, he stepped in and was carried up towards the CEO's office.

Unlike when he visited Marc's office, which had a similar open office plan with one single office, when the elevator door opened, Carl stepped directly out into a waiting room. The receptionist, a smiling blonde twink, exchanged pleasantries with Carl before ushering him through the large, deep brown wooden doors into the CEO's office. Once the doors swung open, Carl's eyes feasted on ceiling-to-floor clear glass and the most beautiful view of the city skyline to the left and the snowcapped mountains in the distance to the right. Smack dab in the middle was an imposing desk with the words "Damien Wellington, CEO" etched into a large glass nameplate. Behind the nameplate was the back of a tan leather desk chair that obscured the occupant from Carl's view.

"Excuse me, sir, but I was told to come visit you," said Carl, sheepishly as he stepped closer to the desk. The chair and its occupants swivelled to show the front, and Carl's eyes locked onto Damien's. Damien smiled.

"Yes, I sent for you. You've made quite an impression on your supervisor, Will, and Mr. Kane, our COO." Damien sat back on his chair, never breaking eye contact with Carl, who shifted back and forth slightly on his heels.

"So, I figured it was time that I met you and got acquainted." Damien smiled and stood up. He was tall, at least 6'5", and had broad shoulders that filled out his suit handsomely. His straight, gray hair was perfectly styled away from his face. He looked every bit the distinguished, rich older man that he was. Damien stepped from behind his desk and came to the front, where he leaned against the front of the large wooden mantle. Carl gave his elder another once, noticing the fist-sized bulge in Damien's pants. In response, Carl felt his own cock becoming slightly engorged.

"You know, it's not every day that a new hire gets to meet the CEO. I hope I don't make you nervous, boy," said Damien with a smirk. He stepped forward, moving towards Carl, whose gaze was fixated on Damien's massive bulge that seemed to grow more as he looked at it.

"W-well thank you, sir. I hope I get to live up to Will and Mr. Kane's feedback about my work thus far," Carl managed to get out once he'd composed himself and locked eyes with Damien. Damien stepped closer and closer until he and Carl were almost touching, despite Damien towering over his subordinate.

"They both rave about your diligence and commitment to this organisation. That's not all that rare for a new hire, but they insisted I meet with you and get to know you myself." Damien lifted his hand to Carl's face and gently caressed his cheek. Carl felt like a snake being charmed; he could not break Damien's stare, and his touch did not feel good to Carl, but the younger man just could not pull himself away.

Damien traced a finger across Carl's lips, then started unbuttoning Carl's shirt, but stopped when his finger got to the second button.

"You newbies are always so easy," he said behind a devilish grin. Those words shook Carl and broke the spell. He grabbed Damien's wrist and held it tightly.

"Excuse me, sir, but that's unwanted touching. If you go any further, I will have to report you to HR." Carl pried Damien's meaty paw from his shirt and moved it to the older man's side. Damien's face betrayed his incredulity at being spurned by Carl.

"Why, you little..." Damien's words oozed with venom, his jaw clenched and fists tightened. Then, he stopped and smiled. "I mean, I'm sorry. There seemed to be some misunderstanding. I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Damien stepped back and leaned against his desk, surveying Carl up and down.

"Well, I can see why such a steadfast young man has impressed Will and Mr. Kane so much! I'll expect big things from you, Carl!" Damien returned to the cold embrace of his leather chair, and with the wave of a hand, Carl interpreted that they were finished with their talk. He turned and left the man's office, feeling Damien's piercing gaze on his back with every step he took. Carl looked back and met Damien's gaze before he opened the door and exited Damien's office.

Damien sat back in his chair, spread his legs under his desk, and laughed. "I see we have a feisty one. It's been a while since I've had to chase," he remarked with a reflective smirk. From under the desk, the naked Marketing Intern emerged, crawling on his knees. He fiddled with Damien's pants zipper, opening the hole, and pulling a veiny cock the size of his head through the hole. The younger man marvelled at its length and stuck his tongue out to lick the pearls or pre-cum that oozed down the veiny shaft.

"Enough stalling, swallow it like a good boy. Earn your pay cheque." Damien commanded as he grabbed the man's head and thrust his cock into the intern's mouth and down his throat. Damien threw his head back and enjoyed the sloppy sounds of getting his dick sucked. He thrust his hips forward and back, sending his member into the tight, warm, wet grasp of the intern's mouth.

"Not bad. Not many guys can take this so well on the first try. This bodes well for our extra special fun later," he said, smiling down like a deity at the intern. Damien grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his cock, slapping his glossy cock against the intern's cheek before returning his member into his mouth. The intern grasped onto Damien's muscular thighs for leverage, his mouth and throat being treated as a pleasure toy for this man. Under his own pair of gray slacks, the intern's cock hardened.

Damien's thoughts wandered back to his interaction with Carl, and he couldn't help but laugh a little to himself. His thrusts sped u,p and the scene with Carl replayed in his mind, drowning out the intern's gagging. Not long after, Damien let out a grunt and held the intern's head still as he deposited his load down his throat.

"Swallow it. Swallow it like a good boy." The intern obeyed, swallowing as much of Damien's load as he could before pushing his mouth off of the older man's cock and descending into a coughing fit. Damien's cock continued shooting out cum, the rest of it landing on the intern's head and face. The older man leaned forward, grabbed the intern's face in his hand, and smirked. He stuck his tongue out and licked his own cum off the younger man's face, held it in his mouth, and spat it back at the intern.

"Don't waste your food, boy," commanded a stern-faced Damien. The intern took Damien's cock in his hands and wrapped his mouth around the pulsing head as the explosion of cum turned into a slow, oozing river of cum. He sucked up the rest, gleefully swallowing the older man's cum, and doing as he was told.

"That's a good boy."

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The rest of Carl's workday came and went without much issue. Will was barely around, so Carl kept to himself and finished the tasks he had been assigned. Once he'd made his way downstairs and into The Driver's car, he let out a sigh.

"So, you met him," The Driver asked in his detached, monotone voice as he came to a stop at another traffic light.

"Yeah. He's...as charming as you described him. Just being in the room with him, I could feel his -"

"Don't get sucked in. Remember your mission. Now, did you spurn him like we planned?" The Driver asked.

"Yes. That seemed to intrigue him, as you predicted." Carl unbuttoned the top two buttons, the same two that Damien had pried open earlier, and fingered the knob on the car door to put down his window. He closed his eyes and let the fresh air kiss his skin. The soft touch of the breeze reminded him of his time with Marc, and suddenly, his cock grew stiff within his pants.

What was Marc doing right now? Was he thinking about Carl? Did he want to see Carl again? These questions swam through Carl's mind before he was snapped back into the car.

"Carl." The Driver said.

"Sorry, daydreaming," Carl said before putting the window back up.

"Remain focused. This is the last part of the plan. He will begin to pursue you as a way to try and win. You must let him win a little. Only then will we get what we need before the deadline." The Driver turned off the city streets and onto the highway.

"They're prepping hard for the IPO, making sure everything is in order before they go live on the stock market," Carl said.

"We have a week," The Driver remarked.

"We'll do it, don't you worry", Carl replied. The rest of the ride was spent in silence, Carl's brain wandering to Marc's whereabouts and goings on enough times that Carl had had enough. He slid his phone out of his pocket covertly and opened a message to Marc.

CARL: Hi. I've been thinking about you. Sorry I left so abruptly a few days ago. Up for another date?

The second Carl tapped send, he felt the regret. He wanted to throw his phone out of the moving car and go live a hermit's life in some nearby cave. He was saved from that quieter life by a vibrating notification and his phone screen lighting up. Marc had replied.

MARC: Is it too early to miss someone you've only been on one date with? Yes to the 2nd date.

Carl blushed. He covered his face in his hands, trying to hide his display of emotion from The Driver's gaze. Carl lowered the phone further out of The Driver's field of view and replied to Marc.

CARL: Your place. Tonight. 9 pm?

MARC: See you there. With bells on ;-)

CARL: I missed you too, btw

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Carl rocked up to Marc's apartment door wearing a long-sleeve button-down white shirt with a red floral tie, black trousers, and dress shoes. When Marc opened the door, standing in a navy blue bathrobe, and saw Carl, he let out a small laugh.

"Where'd you think you were going?" said the older man as he stepped aside and ushered Carl into his apartment.

"I dunno! I just thought I'd dress up a little bit since...you know..." Carl blushed, looking towards the living room furniture and the views of the city.

Marc smiled and walked towards Carl, wrapping his arms around the younger man. "You're so cute in your business attire." He leaned forward and kissed Carl, who reciprocated the kiss in kind. "You really do look handsome, though now I feel a bit under-dressed for what I had planned."

"What DID you have planned?" asked Carl with an inquisitive look.

Marc had planned an intimate night in watching one of his favourite movies, "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Carl confessed to not having ever watched the movie and was subjected for fifteen minutes to Marc talking animatedly about the film, using phrases like, "It's a classic for a reason!", "There's so much to unpack about what it's saying about love", and "I'm so glad I get to expose you to this!" Carl listened intently, looking at how Marc lit up talking about the movie - even though his exuberant rant meant he talked over the first 10 minutes of said film. Carl leaned forward and kissed Marc.

"I love hearing you talk like this," said Carl as their lips parted and he cradled Marc's face in his hands. Marc looked intensely into Carl's gaze and let out a long sigh.

"I think I love you." A loaded silence followed the words. Both men looked at one another, wondering who would be the first to break the silence, but neither did. They sat there, gazing back at one another, the movie continuing. But they never stopped touching each other. Carl's hands rested on Marc's thighs, Marc's hands holding firmly onto Carl's waist.

"And what if I know that I love you?" Carl replied, finally. Marc tried to fight back a smile but his face lit up brighter than when he was talking about Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"Then that makes things a whole lot easier, don't you think?" Marc said, smirking.

"I never liked easy, though," Carl replied. He moved forward and straddled Marc's lap, then leaned forward and kissed his older paramour. Marc returned the tender kiss, his hands exploring Carl's clothed body. They stayed like that for some time, their lips intertwining and parting to allow their tongues to dance together in each other's mouths. They both moaned at the sweet sensation of the other's touch upon their body, and when it became too much for them to handle, they both succumbed to their urges. Carl loosened the tie from around his neck and unbuttoned his white shirt. He peeled the cotton fabric off his supple skin and tossed the shirt behind him. Carl leaned forward and resumed kissing Marc, their kisses hungrier as their lips and tongues were interwoven in intense want. Carl pulled Marc's robe open and exposed his beautiful, hairy chest. He ran his fingers through the hair before diving into the silver-and-black hair to plant soft kisses and nibble upon Marc's tender nipples.

"Oh fuck, that's too good," confessed Marc, who dissolved into a puddle of moans and noises as Carl moved his mouth's work from the left nipple to the right and back again repeatedly. Both men's erections were present, Carl's straining against his trousers' zipper and Marc's tenting his robe.

Marc unbuttoned Carl's trouser waistband and yanked the fabric down, exposing his erect penis to his hands. He stroked the length of his younger paramour's penis, allowing the shiny, clear precum to coat his palm and act as a very sticky lube. Carl responded by gently thrusting his hips in and out of Marc's hand, letting out soft moans.