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Caius' shoulders had slackened and relaxed once the deal had been struck; it meant he wouldn't have to worry too much about paying his rent and utility bills, or having to dress layers upon layers of clothing just to keep warm during the colder months of the year. With his job solely being a person to move the product of choice, in his case, marijuana, he soon came to realise Joseph as being a man of his word, someone he could trust. No doubt his good-looks, charming smile and hefty bulge that Joseph naturally seemed to sport had something to do with Caius being quick to agree to his terms. It didn't seem like much, but a full grand a week in his pocket was more than he could scrounge up in a month. It was natural for him to feel somewhat close to the man, who was twice his size, imposing and dominant, but Caius saw how gentle of a giant he was, despite the circumstances.

In the subway, Caius sat back on his seat, hoodie pulled over his head, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket that was dressed on top of his sweatshirt. Often and casually, he would glance across to Joseph's groin, his mind wondering if the volume was all balls or cock. Just before he could ponder on the thought, he fell witness to the man pushing his jeans down past his hips at the front, just enough to fish out that thick slab of meat. "Jesus, fuck." Caius was more than impressed, and quite horrified. He didn't need any instruction or guidance as he dropped down to one knee, hand seizing him at the base to angle it upwards in the direction of his hungry mouth. His lips spread, his breath hot, his tongue lashing out across that cockhead in a circular motion, coating it in a generous coating of hot spit. Caius could tell the man was still soft, not yet at its fullest potential. He paid no mind to his surroundings, knowing his new boss would keep an eye out for them both. Lips seal around him, securely and steadfast just as he begins to sink his head down, sliding that thickened, perfect rod into the back of his throat. Didn't even supply Joseph with a gag or a choke. His head returned until the only thing remaining on the surface of his tongue was the head. A kiss was laid, and he returned back down, gulping the shaft deeper, swallowing it until it filled and expanded his neck. Caius went on for several minutes until he began to struggle, gagging as the man's length began to expand in its girth and length. And yet, he fought to bury it as much as he could, while he could, until his nose was pressed into the pubic area and his cheek was pressed flush against those firm, large balls. So full and round. It had only been roughly five-to-ten minutes since he had begun, not once did he speak or pull free to look upon the man to note his expression. Until now.

He withdrew that full monstrosity with a loud, echoing POP of his lips. Before he could resume his seat, he proceeded to have that heavy tool bat away against his face. Only briefly, while his face dug in to his groin, inhaling that sweet musky aroma of both man and cock. "Hng, fuck." Caius whimpered out, his own shaft coming to life, twitching awake beneath boxer-briefs and jeans. After some time, he returned, tongue flat from base to tip, swallowing any remnants of pre-cum that had began to dribble down. He resumed his seat, wiping the corners of his mouth and licking his work out of his fingers. "I know you've probably heard this a million times, from the millions of bitches that drop down to their knees for a man of your status, but fuck, dude, your dick's fuckin' huge." Caius beamed at him, a tooth-bearing grin that clearly illustrated his glee. "Tastes fuckin' good." He realises his own loft apartment isn't too far from the next stop. As bad as he wanted to take the subway all the way to Joseph's home, which was probably 50x the size of his entire apartment, he didn't think he could provide his best work with the constant rattling and shaking of the carriage. "D'ya mind if I take you back to m'place? Could get there in less than five minutes at this stop comin' up." He wasn't even sure he could make it there, his arousal coming swiftly and voraciously. "C'mon, what d'ya say?" If this was under other circumstances, he would lure Joseph into some dark alley to milk him dry; but a somewhat soft twin bed or a sectional sofa was more comfortable.

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Caius aided the man to rise to his feet in order to respond to the intercom by securing his hands around those flared, muscled thighs. It was only brief break away from his hands worshipping over those thick inches and full, fat balls. But never did he break his lips away. Not once. He had the majority of the man's length stored in his warm, snug throat. The muscles continuously grinding and churning over that powerful tool. Caius had to admit to himself; this was by far the most delicious and biggest he had ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. It came to a point where this was no longer about delivering his new boss with some oral relief; this was about him having an attractive, muscled-out man, granting him with the necessary space and time to worship his well-endowed cock. And boy, was Caius delivering. As Clayton spoke back to his assistant, the bobbing of his head alternated. From quick, shallow sucks to focus on swiping his tongue along the cockhead and that sensitive glands of the underside, to slow and deep ones, where he would have his face buried into that pubic area, chin pressed flush into his balls, throat full and bulging. This was a day he would remember for a long time. He could only hope Clayton enjoyed it enough to ask for it again. Caius was sure to comply. Plus, it helped to have an attractive, hung boss around to relieve any kind of tension, or to scratch an itch that needed to be sated.

When the message had gone through, he was alerted to the man's seriousness when both hands came to the sides of his head, it was a gentle but dominant gesture that made Caius' own cock twitch in his trousers. Whatever the case, the man's eager thrusts and powerful stance only urged him to continue, but despite his best efforts now, he still continued to gag, though he was not afraid or ashamed at how much drool seeped out of his mouth. It was probably a common occurrence in this office. Clayton seemed like the type of man to sleep around, so it was only natural there would be a lot of bodily fluids in his office or his home. He tried his very best to keep his eyes open for as long as he could. At times, he found it impossible when every fat inch was deep in his throat and other times, his vision was blurred by tears. What a view he had. Those tight abs, that pillar of meat he had been sucking on for God knows how long, the strong muscular thighs, proud and full pecs that were still hidden from his view due to his shirt. Caius wanted him. All of him. All to himself. Maybe it was the lust getting the better of him, but his desire to make the man happy was overwhelming.

When he felt that grip over his jet black hair, he knew what was to come. Not to mention how badly Clayton's cock was now throbbing, Caius could feel it in the visible veins over his tongue. By a pull and a forward thrusts, Caius locked himself in, bracing himself with both hands around to the man's muscled, large globes of his ass. At that first ejaculation, Caius' body retorted by choking. The man's load came in full and heavy, a creamy consistency that erupted in thick, immense loads. The man did his very best to swallow it all. Not a single drop went amiss. But he still struggled to both maintain the man's entire length, as well as to drink up every ounce of the prize he had for Caius in exchange for his service. Ever slowly and deliberately, Caius retracted his mouth, his gaze averting upwards, ensuring they made eye contact as inch after inch of Clayton's enormous length became visible again, all wet and shiny with a mixture of fluids. He paused, with only the softened texture of the head laying on his tongue, lips sealing around it while he brought one hand back, stroking the length from base to his lips, milking every last drop. He was surprised to see how much more came, so he opened his mouth, extended his tongue out to allow the remaining spurts to jet across that pink, skilled tongue of his. Caius went on to this for a whole other minute, even providing Clayton with a little more suction, enough to make his thighs tremble and for him to pull Caius away from his sensitive cock.

When all was done and dusted, he finally released the hold on the man, letting that weighted shaft hang down like the behemoth it was. Caius inspected it briefly; if this was going to be the only time he had to see it, he wanted a mental image of that monster. After some time, he rose back up to his feet. He towered over Clayton by just a few inches, but there was no mistaking the power dynamics between them. His voice was almost gone, it was deep and raspy, some vowels were even missing. "I was wrong," he cleared his throat, moving his hand across his mouth to swipe the frothy mixture from his groomed beard and plump lips. "That dick is very delicious and fun to play with." Caius' jaw was aching beyond belief. Throat and neck were worse. Even his cheeks hurt when he offered the man a smile. "I'll tell you what," he moved away, bending down just enough to grant Clayton with a view of that robust, large ass hidden away in his pants. Caius had leaned down to write down his address on a piece of paper, and stood back-upright to hand it to the man. "If you'd like to have a go at my ass, come to this address."

Caius wanted it; he wanted him. He was nervous about the whole thing. "Please, bring some lube with you if you plan on showing up. While my dick-sucking skills are the best in this entire city, my hole is a little too tiny and tight for a dick as thick and big as yours. You'll have to be a little gentle with me to start with," he added with a playful wiggle of his brows "Boss." Plus, the prospect of being in his own home meant he could be as loud as he wanted to (not that he would have much of a voice to moan, wince or scream out after what he had just done), slip into a shower if he needed to, be more relaxed, and be a little creative in the positions and locations. Standing directly in front of him, Caius looked down upon him as his hand reached upward, each finger drenched in saliva and pre-cum being licked clean. Without further ado, and not wanting to prolong his presence longer than he would have liked, he reached out to grab hold of his jacket; most of his casual hook-ups were the usual cum and dump, no aftermath or thank yous or praised kisses, even though deep down, Caius craved it.

Truthfully, all he could ever want, besides money, was a decent gentleman, with a delicious pipe, a fat ass, fit and charming, who could take care of him in all the ways possible; emotionally, physically, sexually.

Many people had tried to take Clayton and his full mass into their mouth. Some only made it halfway down. Others made it the full way, but couldn’t hold their position there and retreated as soon as their noses touched his pubes. He didn’t mind either way. He knew he was well endowed, so this part was often something that he skipped. People would complain about their jaw cramping up and then he would immediately have to shift to something else. Caius was proving to be something else entirely. The way that he expertly took him down the back of his throat and continued the blowjob was something that he hadn’t felt in a while. Even though the gagging was expected, he still wasn’t choking as much as his previous partners. Still, the CEO was rather pleased with himself when he noticed how much of a mess the future employee was on the floor. How the sweat seemed to pool up on his body and how the tears went down his reddened cheeks  Just because he enjoyed someone having the balls to take him fully erect, didn’t mean that he didn’t want them to be disheveled. There was a sense of prideful victory that came from the other man. It was evident in the way that his chest puffed out. Sure, a part of it was because he was breathing heavier through his moans, but it was also because he felt like he was on top of the world. No one could tell him that he didn’t deserve this. No one could tell him that Caius wasn’t going to be able to do it. They were both being spoiled in that moment with their ideal partner it seemed. 

One thing was for certain, this office was going to have to be cleaned by the time that they were done. He was lucky that none of his staff asked questions. They all knew how certain meetings ended and would rather keep their jobs than question any of the actions that he took. “Good, because you do deserve that spot.” How the man could go from that harsh fervor while sucking his shaft to the softness when working on his sac was another thing that was rising him up on the ranks. Clayton temporarily threw his head back in pleasure. He gave into how good the man’s mouth felt wrapped around it. At the same time, the rest of his body also reacted. His sac tightened a bit as his length throbbed. His head rose back so that he could look at Caius. He needed to give this man his undivided attention when he picked up the speed. 

Some people would have slowed down once they realized that their partner was having issues breathing, that he was probably choking. Clayton wasn’t that type of person. Instead of softening up his force, he continued to exert the same energy or even more. There were plenty of things that were pulling him in different directions. Caius’ hand for one tugging on his balls and the other one caressing his abs. Then the assistant on the phone told him that someone else was waiting for a meeting. He had back to backs today. The man on his knees was only his two o’clock. There were still three and four. He was going to need to send them away though because he wasn’t going to be able to focus. That was why the next movements all came in unison. He got up from his seat so that he could be closer to the phone, but also stand in front of Caius.

”Show them the break room. Get them some coffee or something. Whatever they need. I’m going to be a little late.” He couldn’t get out of these meetings. They were important and could determine the future of the company. What he could do however was ensure that he properly used the man that was so willingly offering himself up to him. That he showed Caius just how much he could blow in one sitting and what was in store for him in the future when he took the job. The call was hung up and he was finally ready to focus on the man working up his cock. If he wanted to be brutally fucked, then he was going to get that.

Plus, those eyes were practically begging for his mouth to be used. Now on his feet, Clayton moved both of his hands to rest on both sides of Caius’ head. Both to hold him in place but also to caress him every now and then for doing such a good job. Then the CEO started to thrust his hips again. He didn’t hold back this time. With fast and hard thrusts of his hips, he grinded his shaft into the man’s mouth. Clayton’s moans were now louder than before as he could feel his thick cock going down his throat. It throbbed in response too, the orgasm building within his body. The choking, gagging, and tears only added on to the pleasure that he felt because he knew that it was because of him. A man’s ego was a powerful thing in a situation like this. He could hear people outside, but he no longer cared who was around him. 

The CEO felt his sac tightened and pressure built up in his stomach. “F-Fuck!” His chest was moving faster than before and he looked back down so that his eyes could lock onto Caius’. Clayton moved his right hand up so that he could grip onto the man’s hair. Then he pulled him forward as he pushed his cock forward as well, making sure that nose went onto his pubic area. That was when his cock started to shoot out his orgasm, load after load. It was probably the biggest one that he felt in a while, strong enough to make the curls within his shoes curl. Soon enough, he let go of the other’s head when he finally finished, taking a second to get back his energy. 

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Rain pounded the pavement, each drop a staccato beat in the symphony of the city’s late-night chaos. The alley was a forgotten slice of urban decay, squeezed between two towering apartment blocks, where the neon glow from a nearby bar struggled to penetrate the darkness. The air was thick with the mingled scents of wet asphalt, oil, and the faint, acrid tang of cigarette smoke that clung to the damp walls.

Caius stood near the alley's end, leaning casually against the rough brick, the hood of his black jacket pulled low over his face. The fabric clung to him, dark and slick, absorbing the rain that poured down in relentless sheets. His breath misted in the cool night air, but the cold didn’t bother him. Magic pulsed beneath his skin, a constant hum that kept him warm and on edge, ready for anything.

He glanced down the alley, eyes narrowing against the torrential rain. The world beyond was a blur of headlights and distant sirens, a city that never slept and never cared. But here, in the shadows, Caius had carved out a space for himself—a place where deals were made in whispers and power exchanged hands as easily as cash. This was only the second time he had met with the PI, so his nerves were naturally high.

Ryker was late. Not by much, but enough to make Caius’s instincts twitch. The private investigator was usually on time, a rare quality Caius appreciated in his business partners. But the rain, the lateness, it all added an edge to the night that didn’t sit well with him. He tapped a finger against the inside pocket of his jacket, feeling the weight of the small, leather-bound notebook tucked there. Inside were names, dates, locations—a complete dossier on a gang that had been making moves in the city’s underworld. The kind of information that could shift the balance of power, that could make or break someone like Ryker.

Caius wasn’t in the habit of giving things away. Every piece of information he sold was meticulously gathered, carefully curated, and priced according to the risk involved. And this? This was high risk, high reward. Ryker needed it, and Caius needed the cash. Simple as that.

A flash of movement at the alley’s entrance drew his gaze. Ryker, finally. The man moved with the practiced ease of someone who’d seen too many dark places, he knew it was him purely by the tall, broadened physique of the man, easily thwarting Caius in size. He paused just outside the alley, scanning the shadows before stepping in.

Caius didn’t move, didn’t call out. He waited, letting Ryker come to him. The rain dripped from the brim of his hood, each drop falling in time with the distant thud of bass from a club somewhere down the street. The city was alive with its own pulse, but here in the alley, it was just Caius and Ryker, two figures shrouded in darkness, about to make a deal that could change everything.

Ryker stopped a few feet away, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. “You got it?” Caius heard him say, his voice was rough, but steady.

Caius reached into his jacket, fingers brushing against the notebook. “You got the money?”

He saw Ryker nod. It was odd how safe he felt now, being so close to a man that was twice his size and had arms as large as his legs. It was perhaps one of the reasons as to why he agreed to give him this information, since naturally, it would put a bounty on his head if word got out he was feeding information to someone like Ryker.

Caius pulled out the notebook, holding it up just enough for Ryker to see. The rain continued to fall, a steady drumbeat that matched the rhythm of the city, as they prepared to exchange power and secrets, both men aware that in the darkness of the alley, trust was just another commodity to be bought and sold.

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It had been many years since Caius had stepped foot in a high-school. But his old stomping grounds, even though he attended for no less than half a year, still looked the same. One man had stood out to him. It had been over ten years since he was last in town, but he was glad to have come across his old coach, still in the shirt that was tight across his build and shorts that often left little to the imagination. He'd never done anything with his favourite teacher prior to tonight, but he had always wanted to. He'd been meaning to visit the school out-of-hours, sneak in and think of the good times he had here, while he was. There were still some students leaving to go home, or otherwise, waiting to be picked up after football practice.

He had found coach in the changing rooms. Within a few short minutes, he was mounting the bench and helping himself to Coach Daniel's shorts, hand digging in to retrieve that stupendously fat meatstick. Caius always had some idea of how endowed the man was, but surely, not this. Still, the grown and rugged man was still soft to the touch. After seeing no objections coming from the man, he lowered himself down after tearing away at his shirt.

No time was wasted to offer him with a steady stroke of his hand. Caius spat a wad of spit onto his hand to help lubricate the shaft, watching as his grip seemed to become smaller as Daniel's cock grew thicker and proving to become a challenge to yield it. Alas, his wet strokes came to an end, his hand ending with a steady grip at the base in order to tip it upwards. It was far heavier than he imagined it to be, so without a firm grasp on it, he knew it would surely collapse onto his belly or his hip. "Fuck me, coach... we always thought you'd have a big dick but this exceeds expectations." Caius delightedly commented with a smile fixed to his lips. And soon after, the smile faded as he leaned in, lips parting as far as they could to introduce that beercan of a cock. After a few slow bobs of his head, he had enough slobber drooling out of his mouth to coat the majority of that throbbing piece. Caius moved to kneel between the man's spread thighs, a hand tucking into the shorts to cradle fully-loaded balls, while the other was secured around the base of the member.

At this angle and position, he had better alignment. He utilised the coach's thighs to rest his arms. While maintaining eye contact, his tongue trickled out to swirl over the head, gathering every droplet of pre-cum that seeped out. Caius swallowed it gracefully, lust deep in his eyes. He tried his very best to maintain that eye contact, he wanted to see Daniel's physical reaction to the wonderful skills he had picked up since becoming sexually active. But as his lips spread far and wide, stuffing inch after inch into his mouth until he forced it into his throat, his eyelids could no longer be kept open, the strain causing him to close his eyes, tears welling up in them, muscles of his throat straining around that deliciously thickened intrusion. Alas, he did not pull away. He had over half of the length stored inside of him. Caius gagged, he withdrew, before plunging back down, retracting and repeating it all over again, not caring for how much of a mess he was making with his slobber over the man's cock, nor the way he audibly gulped the length down in rapid succession, the changing rooms echoing with the sounds of him swallowing, gagging and slurping.

Eventually, he plopped it from his hungry throat, letting it bob free in front of him, drooling with the combination of spit and pre-cum onto the ground. His hand was brought up so he could wipe the tears from his cheeks. "I've wanted this massive cock since my days in this place, Coach." Caius beamed up at him, his tongue swiping along the towering length, acting as if he had full ownership of it. "I spent more time looking at your bulge, ass and tits than any other book or board in this school. Look at me now, Coach." Caius proclaimed, just as he returned to lowering his mouth on that pulsing slab, his tongue working to massage into that hot flesh and lather it up. With enough swallowing bobs, a bubbly mixture formed at the length, it was far as he could reach without causing an injury to his throat. So close, yet so far from having his face be squeezed into his navel. Caius retracted, choking and clearing his throat. "I'ma lose my voice after this." He began, lips puckering to kiss at the ruddy wet tip. "Y'want to fuck me, Coach? I promise this'll be the best ass you've fucked in years. And if it ain't, y'can fuck me till it is."

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As Caius glanced upward to Clayton's face, he couldn't help but be in absolute awe of the man. The cock he wielded was a rare thing to come across. It was perhaps nearing double-digits in its full length, with its noticeable thickness enhancing the visual of it. Caius had always secretly been a bit of a size queen, and this cock was definitely one of the biggest he had ever seen. No doubt the most delicious; it was obvious in the way he closed his eyes to focus on his work at hand. His jaw relaxed, but what felt like half an hour had gone by, in which time, it had begun to be uncomfortable to have his mouth ajar for such a long period of time. Nevertheless, muscles of his throat continued to churn and massage around that fat prick as it slotted deep into that skilled cavern. Although, it was still not without some minor gagging and choking when he dared to bury his face into Clayton's pubic area, the entirety of his throbbing piece embedded inside of him. Safe, warm and wet. Caius no longer cared how he looked; he was sweating, the jet black hair was sticking to his skin. Tears had soaked along his flushed, reddened cheeks. His mouth and chin a slobbery mess. All the while, the rest of his entire body was relaxed, melting onto the floor beneath him as he relished in the taste and heat of the man. This was no longer about securing him with a job, or the prospect of money: this was simply Caius being a ravenous, lustful mess when he was partnered with an attractive and well-endowed man who gave him the freedom to explore as he wished. Whenever he would dare to pop Clayton's cock free, there was a smile on his face, both hands remained busy by idly stroking him from base to head. It was then he felt the tender touch of the man caressing his cheek, which Caius took as a compliment, a gesture of compliance.

"Top 5? I can work with that," he beamed proudly, bearing a toothy grin, his voice now hoarse and almost broken from the constant hammering he had been supplying his throat with. Caius had parted ways for just a minute to dip his head down, burying his face low to plop one of those firm testicles into his mouth, careful to keep his teeth away. While he gingerly suckled at the sensitive orb, he utilised one hand to pump away at the rest of his enormity that towered over him, casting a shadow over his face. Caius was infatuated. He inhaled that musky scent, the stench of sex was overpowering, but Clayton was divine. Clean, delicious and fresh, with that beautiful aroma of cock that only urged more saliva to flow from Caius' mouth. The carpeted floor between Caius' parted legs was now a pool of spit and pre-cum.

It wasn't long before his mouth returned. Cheeks hollowing out (even though there wasn't much room left), he began to increase the suction, his lips taut around that wicked mast, moving faster, but still precise and eager, desperate to bring the man to the brink of orgasm. When he began to feel Clayton roll his hips upwards to meet the downward bobbing of his head, a deep and unhindered moan rumbled from his chest, the vibrations in his throat sure to cause a reaction as Clayton's shaft was continuous met with those constricting, tightening walls. Still, he gagged from time to time, his throat muscles constricting as he tried to accommodate the massive size of the cock. At one point, he was choking, his airway constricted with the fullness of the man, but he didn't care. He was too caught up in the moment, too focused on the pleasure and taste, he would deal with the repercussions later.

As he noticed Clayton become more involved, both hands now parted once again from that throbbing piece of delicious meat. Instead, one hand secured itself just beneath his ballsack, while the other found its way beneath the man's shirt, applying a sweet and tender caress to his abs, almost as if he was petting him for a work well-done. The tempo and intensity was at an all-time high, to a point where Caius was urging the man to rise up from his chair with a firm tug of his balls. Just as he had managed to do so and Caius' bearded and soaked chin were beating down on Clayton's balls, the intercom sounded with a female voice of Clayton's personal assistant.

"Sir, your three o'clock appointment is here. Shall I let her in?" Caius knew he had a whole hour for the interview, and most of it had been spent here. Just as he heard those words, he began to move faster, seeking to swallow every damn inch Clayton would gift him with. He knew the man was close, the shaft was throbbing and twitching violently as it consistently rubbed along the slippery surface of his tongue. Caius had to savour this moment; he could feel the cockhead hitting the back of his throat, the girth spreading his throat apart over and over again, and the moans spilling from the CEO only encouraged him to work harder, fuck that cock deeper. The amount of pre-cum dribbling from the slit was becoming too much for Caius to comfortably deal with. Still, he was slurping, his mouth making obscenely loud sucking noises, as well as his throat swallowing the man down to the root. He fought to break free, looking up past tearful lashes from all of the strain, his hand sought out the member at its centre to steady himself, tongue circling over that perfect, juicy head. Caius locked his gaze when his mouth returned, both of his hands then move away to plant firmly on the ground in front of him, utilising only the momentum of his core muscles to propel him forward, and meet Clayton's thrusts. There was a hopeful, hungry look in his eyes. One that begged for that climax; to be fed. His jaw was throbbing, as was his throat; he didn't know how much longer he could withstand this kind of intensity he had placed himself in. He was ready, and he planned to drink up every droplet the man had to offer him, with an open mouth when it came to it.

Anyone would’ve enjoyed the other’s mouth alone. That would have been enough to send them over the edge. Yet the CEO also studied him. Those gorgeous eyes that would look up at him. Those warm hands that always seemed to know where to go. That skilled mouth that knew exactly what to do with his tongue. People wouldn’t normally rate a potential new hire on their sexual capabilities. Clayton, not being one to run his business like normal people, was already giving Caius tens across the board. Sure, that had nothing to do with how he was going to perform on the actual office tasks, but that didn’t matter. That did speak highly of his character. Even with his size, which would have made some people run at the sight, he didn’t back away. Impressing the CEO on the first interview was rare, but clearly not impossible.

When the shaft slapped against his own torso, he didn’t do anything to move or pick it back up again. He was entirely in the other man’s hand, so he wasn’t going to focus on himself or help him out one bit. Not that he was let down. Again, his eyes rolled to the back of his head when his sac was fondled, when his heavy balls weren’t forgotten. It caused his cock to throb a bit again, still pleasuring it even though there wasn’t any direct contact. He continued to play with his own body, putting it on display for everything that it had to offer. Clayton twisted his nipple again and rubbed it with his thumb. He pressed down on it and then slowly let it go. His body was already getting a lot of pleasure as it was, so whatever he had to do from his end was minimal. A part of him did wonder if this was enough for Caius, though. If pleasuring his future boss and worshiping his cock was enough. It wouldn’t have been for everyone. Some people needed to have their own bodies toyed with so that they could get off. Others didn’t. Others got off by giving their partners some pleasure and working up their body. He wondered which category the younger man fell under. There was so much that he needed to figure out about him. Things that he could thankfully figure out while getting blown, but that he still needed to focus on. Which he was. He made sure to be in tune to everything that was going on.

When the hand continued to work its way up, it was met with tightening muscles. A natural reaction for Clayton. First his abs flexed underneath the other’s touch, almost like he was putting on a show. Then his pecs tightened slowly after, nipples already hard. His body continued to reach pleasurably and favorably to his new hire.

That was when he had decided that he was already going to hire Caius. He couldn’t let the man have that yes right away. The details of what his contract would fully say were still being thought of in his head, but at least it was now a yes. No one else had impressed him this much throughout the interview process. Even if he had gotten blown by several of them. Hell, he even fucked some of them and they didn’t feel this good. Maybe it was the fact that the other was tearing up. For some reason, that was a positive for the CEO. Seeing him work so hard even if his body was being strained. His right hand idly moved to brush Caius’ cheek. Almost like giving him somewhat of a praise, but also to feel his own length stretch it. Then he dropped his hand again, letting the other have full reign.

No matter how many layers of clothing he kept stripping away, it wasn’t going to be enough. First of all, the man on his knees was sadly still clothed. Second of all, his suit was still constraining his muscles as his body clenched. 

Now that he knew he was being spoken to, Clayton raised his brows. Top 3? That wasn’t going to do. “And pray tell, how do I get that number 1 spot? If you’re going to work for me, then you should know I don’t like silver or bronze.” Some people would’ve been fine with that category. Clearly Caius had some good experience underneath his resume, so it wasn’t like he only had 3 partners in total and third place could actually be last. Still, he always wanted to win. His body was going into overdrive. Clayton could feel his sensitive tip release more and more precum as the time went on. His toes curled even if they were trapped in his shoes and socks. His moans and groans mixed together with more lewd sounds, filling the office and echoing throughout the four walls. Clayton’s body tensed. Sometimes it was his torso that clenched again, the muscles in that area. Other times it was his thighs as he stretched his legs out and continued to get more comfortable. Even through the gagging and the choking, this was impressive. The boss had to suck in his breath, interrupting a moan, at the end of the minute. No hands. Just his tongue and mouth. it was almost as if Clayton had died and gone to some sexual version of heaven. 

Even when the hands were added, they just seemed to heighten his pleasure instead of taking anything away from it. “You’re doing such a good job,” A dark grin formed on his face as he looked back down at him. “easily top 5.” Sure, maybe that comment was a little bit of revenge, but for all he knew Caius wasn’t even going to care. With the way that his body reacted, he was clearly enjoying it. Although, he had a high body count. So who knew what the truth was anymore.

As he pressed his feet firmly on the ground, Clayton started to slowly roll his hips up to create more friction. His ass clenched as his body lifted from the chair. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out…

[capiovis]

Occasionally, his eyes would wander up, happy to find the man starting to relax and adjust himself into a comfortable position upon his chair. Caius could not deny it; the man was incredibly attractive: with perfectly groomed facial and body hair; chiselled and robust physique, built in all the right places; and a cock that was becoming thicker and longer as minutes passed by since he first set his lips on it. He was even more excited to see Clayton remove his hand from him, enabling him to do as he pleased. Caius needed no guidance. He didn't being orders being barked at him, but ultimately, there was no better feeling in the world than bringing all the skills he had learnt and unleash them on this grade a piece of meat that had been freely supplied for him. He would treasure this moment, whilst ensuring he delivered his promise.

His lips popped off with a loud POP, strings of combined spit and pre-cum linked his puffed lips from the thick crown. "Ah, fuck. Now this is what I call a nice cock," he moaned out, almost as if he was talking to himself and not really acknowledging Clayton. He would watch on as the sheer massive weight of the man's length caused it to collapse onto the lower set of Clayton's abs with a wet snap, now that he had began to remove the rest of his clothing. Caius hadn't yet noticed, but he had a perfect view of the man's grand physique, and the city beyond behind him. Left hand travelled down and cradled the man's full, bloated balls in his palm through his thumb and pointer finger. By a light tug and caress of those smooth orbs, he was able to lift that throbbing piece back up, aligning it up like the towering mast that it had now become. Instead of diving straight back down, his free hand came to the base of the member. He laid his head out against the interior of Clayton's thigh, his tongue trickling out to swipe at any skin he could reach just as he then proceeded to have that heavy piece strike across the side of his face. He was careful with it, since Caius was sporting some rather thick growth of facial hair. But he didn't abstain from breaking eye contact as that monstrosity struck him like a wet, floppy bat. His cheek and temple were smeared in the juices he had drenched his cock in, almost like he was wearing a mark of triumph. Of war. Eventually, his tongue ran the course from balls to the tip of his length, lips stretched and he swallowed the man down, inch after inch after inch.

The hand that had secured itself around his cock had moved away, moving upwards to sweep along the hardened plates of muscle on Clayton's stomach, but what he wanted was to reach up and grab a handful of those flexing breasts, perhaps even get a feel of that hard teat. But he was far too committed to his work to pay any proper attention to anything else.

As time went on, he slowly but surely started to realise he was unable to dig his throat deeper than he could originally. He had guessed Clayton was now fully erected, judging by how firm the flesh out and veins that started to pop along that stupendously fat cock. While he may not be able to take him fully, Caius was able to swallow over three-quarters of the entire thing, down the gullet, over and over. His eyelids shut over his eyes to hide the tears that had formed from the strain being caused to his throat muscles, and also to focus on the task at hand. The sinking and raising of his head would alternate, from quick slippery deep bobs of his head, to slow and precise, so Clayton could witness how his stretched lips would roll back along the warm, soaking flesh.

He wanted to impress and shock his new boss. He was going to fight for what he wanted, but in that moment, the money didn't even cross his mind; all he wanted now? To surprise and leave Clayton with trembling thighs and curled toes.

He retracted his head, cleared his throat and wiped the mess of frothy spit from his mouth. "Such a delicious cock you've got here, Boss. Easily in my top 3," Caius commented with a chuckle and a smirk, which soon faded as he returned back down. This time however, he paused three-quarters now. Mouth and throat full, muscles squeezing and clamping down around that thick, lengthy intrusion. He allowed his body to relax, adjusting to that rigid formation deep in his esophagus. In due time, he began to force himself deeper, his lips drawing the flesh inward like a snake devouring its meal. At times when he began to gag and choke, he fought to stay where he was until his senses could adjust, until he ultimately had the entire pillar of dribbling meat fully in his maw. Caius backed up an inch or two, before pressing back down, fucking the man's cock into his throat like he knew so many men would enjoy. He had been down for well over a minute until he returned for some air. He gracefully swallowed the large quantities of pre-cum that had seeped out of the man's length, and without much rest, his mouth returned, delivering rapid suction. No hands. Just the pressure of his tongue, the rolling and massaging of his skilled tongue, and his silky smooth throat that was so eager to swallow.

Caius had been on his knees for some time now. Easily, twenty had gone by, and up until now, he had not utilised his hands for any stimulation other than caressing at those firm balls. But now, to help provide some more pleasure, his mouth followed the natural stroking motion of his hand, wrists moving in a circular, churning motion to heighten the sensation, but it did not deter from the consistent strong suction he was creating as he gulped that monstrosity down like his life depended on it.

He truly was enjoying his time worshipping the man. Since he began, he would moan with his mouth full, even let out a few whimpers and mewls of contentment and utter disbelief at Clayton's endowment.

Some managers actually cared about what was on a candidate's resume a little too much. Clayton didn't. For him it was all about drive and motivation. What were they willing to do to get and keep the job? That's what's important.

Getting someone that he could fuck on a consistent basis didn't seem like a bad thing to him. They had also saved a lot in their recruitment budget, so spending a little more on a signing bonus also wasn't too bad. Still, he had to at least pretend like he was putting up a fight. "Do you think that a starting bonus is worth it? I don't even know how good of a lay you are and none of the other new hires have gotten that." He lifted himself up a bit so that his pants could be taken down. While his length was responding positively to Caius' actions and everything that the man was doing, he was listening to his words. Clayton could never be caught off guard. Not in his career. "We'll see how you perform right now. I can't promise you anything until I know what I'm getting myself into." He was glad to know that the man also didn't expect an answer right away. That spoke highly of him.

As he watched the other get into the position that was required of him, he leaned back on the chair once his underwear was being pushed down. Clayton moved his right hand over to the employee. He moved his right hand to brush through his hair and then down, thumbing his cheek. "That's not going to be the only thing that I'm thinking about, but I will give it some thought. The better you are, the closer you'll get to that signing bonus."

Plus, they would still need to decide on the percentage of the bonus. Some people got 10, others got 20, others got 30. If Caius was going to outperform all of the others during their interview process and first couple of months working, then he realistically deserved all of the bonuses that he could get. Included the perk of being fucked on the job. His sac tightened when his balls were given attention. Most people would've ignored them, but not Caius. That was enough for Clayton to know that he was skilled. He sucked in a deep breath as he spread his legs, giving him full access to any part of his body that he wanted.

Even though he hadn't been fully erect yet, everything that the other was doing was getting him closer and closer. He could feel that warm mouth engulf his shaft and by the time that it disappeared into his mouth, it was starting to throb like crazy. Clayton felt that familiar tug of his balls as his length twitched and throbbed. He could feel it start to grow inside of Caius' mouth and he let it. His left hand gripped onto the office chair so that he could have something to ground himself. His breathing was also starting to pick up. While he wasn't making any lewd noises just yet, his chest was working overtime as he was working hard on catching his breath. Still, all of that were minor things compared to what he knew was going to come next. The younger man just had to keep this up and he could have whatever he wanted in his employee agreement. His lips parted when he pulled away from the massive length, still working on catching his breath. The CEO dropped his right hand so that it wasn't on the candidate's face anymore, letting him do whatever he wanted. He didn't want to guide him just yet. He wanted to see what the man was capable of all on his own without any help.

Fuck. That was the final straw that he needed to get his body to fully react positively to the other's actions. Clayton let out a muffled groan when Caius pushed his mouth back down on his length. He started to undo the buttons of his shift, tossing his tie over his shoulder. He did so in order for his chest to be exposed. Now, his left hand was moving up and playing with one of his own nipples. To excite himself even more, he started to twist and tug on it. "Fuck, you're good with your mouth, aren't you?" His cock was already starting to harden some more, throbbing inside of the man's mouth. His eyes started to roll to the back of his head as his own groans started to get louder and louder. Clayton laid back on his chair so that he was even more comfortable. His ass started to clench as he lifted himself up a bit, planting his feet firmly on the ground.