#𝐗𝐕 — V. MAIN.

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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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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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"Just looking at you makes my dick hard, baby," Caius' grin was beaming amidst the kiss. It took him a fair while to acknowledge what he had just called the man, but he hoped to move straight past it, claim it as a misstep in their blooming passion for each other. The more time he spent in those strong arms of the older man, feeling protected, nurtured and drenched in a sweet embrace and tender kisses, he began to wonder if this friendship between them would perhaps delve deeper. Clayton was already promising him with dates, dinner, and any other activity he wanted to partake in; truly, Caius felt well and deeply cared for. Even if this was all-talk, a way of buttering his subjects up and have them be completely and utterly insatiable for him, it did not matter to him. He knew a good deal when it fell into his lap, or rather, into his throat. I have a job, I have one of the most attractive man giving me attention, one that wants to fuck me and show me a good damn time; a man who actually wants to kiss me and not just use my lips to service that fat dick of his. I must have sucked him well enough for him to actually come visit me in my dingy-loft apartment. Take what you can get, don't expect anything in return. That was Caius' mantra. Despite it all; his worries and thoughts that began to bubble up, he melted into the man's embrace when arms seized him by his waist, luring him to get onto the tips of his toes in order to draw the man in closer until their bodies collided, Caius' hands seizing every and any opportunity to touch the man's sculpted body, over thick and dense muscle of his shoulders, corded muscle of biceps, that broad expanse of his chest. He had hoped that sooner or later, whether tonight or another day, he would actually be able to worship this man like he deserved. "No plans for the weekend. Got some errands to run tomorrow, but I don't think I'll be able to make it. I suspect that I won't be able to walk properly after tonight, so I'm all freed up." The promise of a spa, although promising and alluring, was something he never had the luxury of experiencing. And so, when he heard that reservations had already been made, there was a softness in his face as he looked upon Clayton's own, reminding himself of every curvature and line of his face, the shape of his lips, the groomed beard, those deep soulful eyes. Caius had to loosen the embrace just so his boss wouldn't fear how quickly his heart had begin to race for him, he could practically feel it pulsing on his neck. The locking and brushing of their lips eased his growing love for the man, it distracted him from his thoughts, for he solely focused on the taste and texture of the other's lips and tongue against his own. They moved in perfect synchronicity, supple lips puckering, pressing and brushing perfectly, tongues sweeping and coiling, no extraneous spit to ruin the ambience. Caius knew he was a damn good kisser, even if he lacked the experience of it since his hookups weren't usually this docile and intimate.

Now, settled across the L-shaped sofa, shirt removed, he laid out. He was not in the greatest of shapes, unlike Clayton, but he still had a natural, healthy look to him. Broad pectorals, bulging biceps, faint abdominals amongst a layer of fat. The most notable thing about him was how perky, fat and utterly delicious his backside was. When he felt fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants, he lifted the lower half of his body by forcing his feet down on the couch to enable them to be removed with ease. Immediately, his member rolled out to lay across his hip. Again, totally neglected like earlier in the day. When the joint had been passed back to him, he took it between his thumb and index finger and took a deep drag of it. It would be helping the anxiety that was building up, or rather, the excitement as he watched the man tower above him, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. "Sweet Christmas," he moaned out, dick visibly twitching as he watched the hulking man move to settle onto his knees. As he did so, Caius' legs seemed to move at their own accord as he took another hit and exhaled it slowly. Legs rose and spread out eagerly, fully submitting and acting out the role set before him, providing for the man a visual of that taut, quivering pucker. Smooth, petite, milky soft. The prettiest shade of light pink, crowded in by the thickset globes of his ass, the flesh pliant, soft and tender; the perfect pillowy fortress that guarded that delectable prize. "I hope that's a promise, not a threat." Caius exhaled out a wispy cloud of smoke through his nose, settling back down, an arm resting behind his head beneath the cushion, while the other held the nearly finished joint in his hand, which he also utilised to rub the growing ache of his erection, though he didn't pay it too much attention just yet.

i think i want you as much as you want me. even though clayton had a healthy ego and knew that people would be lucky to get a chance with him, it was nice to hear that this wasn't just about giving the man a job or paying him a higher sum of money. they both seemed to like each other. before, he didn't have any ground to stand on when making up the younger man's part of the conversation. now? now he had all of the confirmation that he needed. he barely stayed in monogamous relationships, but that wasn't because he didn't like them. he just never sought them out and no one tried to make a stable man out of him. so when his shirt was fully unbuttoned and he was able to show off more of himself, he smiled softly. “good, because i plan to turn you on as much as humanly possible. every second i can make your cock hard or your hole clench just thinking about me or listening to me is a second that i'm a winner.” he wrapped his arms around caius' waist. not only to support him, but also because he just liked being close to him. skin to skin. touching any way possible. “i don't just like you because you gave me the best blowjob of my life by the way.” that part was true. he liked that the man didn't stop when he wanted something. that determination was admirable and not something that everyone had. “so i think i'd like that. although i hope you know, if i'm going to be sleeping with you weekly i'm not going to just seek you out for sex. i'm going to take you out to shows, dinner, and everything else you can imagine when someone is being courted.” he returned the kiss slowly. something that almost seemed innocent if you didn't know what the two had gotten up to earlier and why they were here now. then, when he felt that delicious tongue sneak its way into his mouth, he couldn't hold back anymore. clayton started to suck on his tongue lightly, not putting too much force behind it. he moaned a little at the taste and the fact that the two of them seemed to be losing themselves in the deep kiss. his shaft throbbed, bulge growing even more, as he heard the moans come from the man's mouth. only one of the many reasons that he found him to be quite attractive. he didn't know how he was going to manage to pull himself away from him. he was starting to get so used to just kissing him. 

honestly, someone could have told him that kiss lasted ten minutes and he would have believed it. time moved different with caius. he liked it. “kissing's a two way street. only that good because i have such a good partner to do it with.” he winked at the man as more of his clothing was taken off. he watched careful at how it was placed in a neat pile on the chair. good to know that he was at least going to be taken care of while he was here. since he wasn't planning on leaving right after they finish their session together. “if you're sure. i can think of a couple of ways to fill you up anyway.” he smirked slightly after hearing the curse. clayton even gave him a little show, flexing his muscles when it came time for his biceps to be touched. he worked hard on his body, so when it came time to show it off he wasn't going to be the type to back away from it. “trust me, i'm going to use you up as i see fit, but i want to make sure that you can still enjoy yourself too. do you have any plans for the weekend? after i'm done with you, i was planning on taking you to a spa. i already made some reservations for sunday morning. that way your body can be fully relaxed for monday and you won't have to worry about anything.” once again, it was a part of him taking care of his partners when he actually did have them. “if you've seen the things i'd smoke, you'd know that this is more than alright with me. i have some back home too, so it's not like i'm against it.” to show his case a little more, he took the joint and took in a deep inhale before releasing the puff. then, he did it a second time, but a little different. that time, he breathed the smoke into caius' mouth while kissing him deeply. with the joint still in his mouth, he made sure to slowly remove the man's shirt. also putting it in the same pile as his. he wanted to make sure that he smelled like him by the end of this. then, clayton returned the joint to the rightful owner and stepped back. “you're not going to have to do anything else tonight.” he slowly took off his pants, making sure to stand in a place where caius could see a hint of cock, but also the curve of his ass. then, when all of his clothes were in a pile, he went back and got down on his knees in front of caius. he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly pulling them down. at the same time, clay would kiss along his thighs and legs. then, he repeated those motions until both of them were naked. he grabbed his new employee by his legs, slowly lifting them up. “smoke away baby, i'm going to eat you out like you've never been eaten out before.” 

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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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Caius was utterly losing the battle, his body trembled uncontrollably as he fought against the relentless, overwhelming force driving him to his limits. Every inch of him felt overtaxed, stretched far beyond what he thought possible, and the effort to keep himself upright was quickly slipping from his grasp when the aggression took over the larger man, and hips were clashing repeatedly into that healthy layer of fat that lined Caius' large buttocks. His thighs burned with an agonizing ache, muscles quivering and spasming beneath the strain, unable to support him any longer as he struggled to accept the rapid and agonising onslaught of the man's monster, his body naturally rose and fell on the immense girth impaling him, opening him and digging deeper than any other man had ever done before. His movements turned frantic, his legs flailing weakly, desperate for purchase, but there was no relief to be found. Each upward motion drove him deeper into the crushing, searing fullness that seemed to split him apart, forcing cries, screams and whimpers from his lips that sounded more broken with every thrust, no shame in displaying the pleasured pain that tore through him. His cock, untouched and aching, twitched between them, leaking steadily as it rubbed against the hard planes of the body beneath him, smearing his arousal across their sweat-slicked skin. The humiliation of his state only heightened the unbearable intensity coursing through him, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain that threatened to unravel him entirely. At the current moment, it was more pain than anything, though the constant ramming and rubbing along those tight, velvety walls seemed to numb itself from the friction. Despite the man's length piercing into him, claiming what was now rightfully his, Caius used whatever strength he had within to ensure he could tighten the muscles of his core, tightening the muscles around that throbbing mast so he could provide a better, deeper sensation to the man's might that continuously borrowed into him.

His hands scrambled for something to hold onto, gripping at broad shoulders, clawing at solid muscle of Hades' pectorals, anything to anchor himself against the brutal thrusts. "I'm yours. All yours, Sir." And you're mine. His breaths came in frantic, ragged heaves, chest rising and falling as though he couldn’t draw in enough air. Pecs bounced, every slam into him bringing his body to act out in response. His jet black hair clung damply to his forehead, sweat dripping down his flushed face as his entire body betrayed him, quivering and weak. His thighs gave one last feeble attempt to steady themselves, twitching violently before giving out completely, leaving him to collapse helplessly, only braced into position by the strength of the man that held him at his waist, to lock him into place so that he may use him as he wished. A strangled sob tore from his throat as the forceful stretch within him only deepened, the pulsing, throbbing sensation tearing through his overly sensitive nerves. His trembling legs hung uselessly on either side, his toes curling and uncurling in an involuntary response to the sharp waves of stimulation wracking his body. Tears blurred his vision, hot trails spilling down his cheeks as he gasped, his head tipping back in a moment of pure, helpless surrender. "FUCKKKKKKKKK!" Despite the burn, the pain, the ache, he could not bring himself to disappoint this man, one who he had dreamed of tasting and worshipping. Caius understood that after tonight, he would not be walking or sitting for the next week; that seemed to be a normal occurrence for any man that dared to challenge Hades and that third leg of his.

The strain on his body was unbearable, his overstimulated flesh trembling with the effort of enduring it all. Every movement felt like fire licking through his veins, the raw intensity too much, yet somehow still not enough to push him fully over the edge. His thighs flinched and twitched, utterly spent, his body shaking as he desperately tried to adjust, to find some kind of rhythm that would grant him relief. But his attempts were futile; every thrust jarred him, every collision of their bodies sent sparks of overstimulation shooting through him, leaving him gasping and whimpering. His lips parted to plead, to beg for something he couldn’t name, but the words came out as nothing more than breathless, incoherent cries, grunts and winces, screams. His hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms as he sought some small measure of control, but it slipped through his grasp like water. His body was entirely at the mercy of the storm engulfing him, trembling and trembling, his head lolling forward as his strength abandoned him completely. He was undone, utterly broken, his form quivering in surrender as the sheer force of it all consumed him. "I-I... I'm... nobody's slut... but yours, Sir." Caius was quite reserved, only offering his body to those he thought needed it; he wasn't as skilled as others, but what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for it with his thickened body, a large and delectable rump, tight milky-soft hole, and the will and desire to please.

Before he could fully register the change, Hades surged upward, his massive frame sitting up effortlessly, lifting Caius like he weighed nothing at all, there was a moment of reprieve from the rapid hammering of that powerful shaft. His feet no longer found its perch on the stone ground and instead, the entire weight of his body was being held up by those strong arms, large hands digging into the fat of his globes to steady him above Hades' gifted endowment. The motion left Caius gasping, his overstimulated body jerking as the shift caused him to sink even deeper onto the impossible girth impaling him. His legs, now useless and trembling, dangled on either side of Hades's powerful torso, his toes barely brushing against the floor as he was pulled flush against the gladiator’s chest.

Caius let out a shaky, breathless whimper, his hands instinctively gripping at the back of Hades's neck, laying down more of that gentle touch in the hopes of seeking his calmer, softer nature that he hoped was buried beneath all that rage and lust. His slender fingers tangled in damp strands of dark hair as he clung to him for support. His body trembled violently, his thighs twitching against Hades’s sides as he was held securely in place. The pressure inside him was unbearable, the deep, throbbing stretch making him quiver and moan freely, but there was no escaping the firm grip that anchored him in place. He could feel the overwhelming strength radiating from Hades's body, the sheer power behind every movement as his hips shifted subtly, grinding him down further. Caius shuddered, his lips parting in a desperate gasp, tears spilling freely now as he tried to adjust, but Hades held him steady, refusing to let him slip away. But as free as Hades was to do as he wished, how he wished, Caius let out a deep, guttural moan when he felt the soft pillowy nature of the man's lips ghosting across his neck, moving further upward into his bearded jawline to seize his lips into a searing, hot kiss. One that promised him pleasure and protection.

Caius’s trembling breath caught as Hades’ deep, commanding voice rumbled against his ear, a dark promise that sent another shudder rippling through his overstimulated frame. The grip on his waist tightened, leaving no room for escape, no choice but to yield entirely to the relentless force beneath him. Caius whimpered softly, his legs twitching weakly in a final, futile attempt to gain control, but he was no match for the raw power that held him in place, guiding him down onto the relentless length again and again, leaving him completely at Hades's mercy. This time however, the pace softened. Caius felt a deeper sense of belonging. With the larger man's body now shifted closer, his cries ceased and instead were replaced with moans, winces and whimpers. That slow and deliberate sinking of his body onto that hot tool made his own dick throb, hardening out and fully in response. "Fuck, fuck, shit... oh God!" If it weren't for Hades hoisting his body up, he would have collapsed. With one final glance downward, watching as the thick, wet cock disappeared, inch after inch, Caius pleaded, for the sake of his body and his emotional well-being, even if there was a promise Hades would take care of him. He proceeded to attempt to unwrangle himself from those powerful arms, with some major difficulty, as it seemed like Hades did not want to release the hold he had upon him. "Please... Sir, have mercy... please, God please..." Caius sobbed out. In time, after many moments of being used as nothing more than Hades' own personal cocksleeve, his weak body proceeded to lay out, resting on his back between Hades' legs, cock still sheathed deep inside of him. Taut abs flexed, biceps and pecs flared, cock laid desperately against his hip, still completely ignored, he was breathing quickly and attempting to regulate himself for however long Hades may grant him that mercy. After a minute to compose himself, his gaze turned to the brawny figure before him amidst tearful wet lashes. There was such beauty and masculinity in the man's sculpted brawn that had Caius' heart skip a beat. Not to mention that grand cock and full balls that had yet to be emptied. That was Caius' sole mission; balls to be emptied, no matter how long it would take, and if he would live to tell the tale. Slowly, he eased off, hands braced on the stone ground to haul himself away, inch after inch slipping free until it was freed from the wet warmth of his body. There was a feeble attempt to rise up to his feet, but ultimately, his legs failed him and instead, he simply proceeded to turn himself away, laying out on his front amidst a makeshift bed of blankets. The arch of his back came natural to him. It was a deep, beautiful arch that displayed the full roundness, heft and curvature of his ass. From between his legs, his fingers came to massage over that pert hole: little, soft and tamed, the complete opposite of his partners cock: enormous, hard and wild. "Come... please, let me take care of you." His words didn't appear as promising as he wished, now that he knew what Hades was capable of. Though now, as the silence grew and Caius had seen the softer side of the man, he needed Hades to acknowledge that he was here, purely because he was utterly infatuated by him, and he wanted to provide the man with every pleasure and any intimacy he wished for. The latter was where he truly shined; he had met many Gladiators that simply wanted to sheathe their cocks, be consoled and adored and the need to fuck; Hades seemed like the rest, though in Caius' experience, he was fiercer, stronger and more enduring than the rest. Not to mention, that huge fuckstick that had already brought him to much joy and agony. Those were dangerous words to speak out loud. Especially in this position, the only thing he had to brace onto was the fabric beneath him, and perhaps Hades' arm if it came to support his weight beside him. More so in the fact that, at this position, there was potential to be held and locked in place, and he would simply have to endure and accept what may come.

I don't wish to anger you.

Hades doubted that, though it was no fault of Caius's own. Only a man forged into a living weapon could believe that something so exquisite, so potent in his beauty and skilled in pleasure, would seek to seduce him only to leave him aching, unsated, the tension mounting unbearably within his loins. Hades had never encountered a creature quite like Caius before------ stunning and refined, yet with the carnal hunger of a true inamorato, one who craved all of him, every inch, every pulse, every drop. The intensity was dizzying, a feverish delirium of lust where all else fell away but bliss. Hades had known pleasure, yet many lovers were fleeting conquests, half-hearted, mere gifts for his victories------ meek bodies unable to match the tireless hunger of a gladiator. But Caius... Caius fought to keep up. And it was this desire, this striving, that sent his blood surging with a violent heat.

Anger was his armor. It always had been. Nevertheless, Caius met his fire with serenity, lips curling with a softness that mocked the storm. Pale, graceful hands (hands made for poetry, not battle,) slid over the heat of Hades's battle-worn muscles, tracing the bulging curves of his biceps, the broad plane of his chest. Hades's breath caught in his throat. His body, a temple of raw power, being worshipped? It was an addictive and dangerous thrill. A low, guttural sound escaped him when those delicate fingers drifted lower, encircling the throbbing length of his cock, slick and pulsing, the head swollen, glistening with need. And gods, the tightness of Caius's body was unbearable------ a scalding velvet heat as he took Hades inch by inch, stretching, yielding, trembling yet determined to take it all again.

"F-fuck----" Hades's hands snapped to Caius's narrow waist, fingers digging into flesh as he impaled him further, the intense squeeze making his vision blur. That perfect body, sculpted yet soft, quivered as he sank down completely, the base of Hades's cock flush against his trembling cheeks. He was made for this. Made for Hades. "This sweet little ass----- mine. Entirely mine," Hades growled, voice ragged, guttural, his storm-grey eyes locked on Caius's flushed face. "You have no idea what you've invited. My hunger... it will break you."

And yet, just as he spoke, Caius leaned in, lips parting, pressing to Hades's own in a kiss so vulnerable it fucking destroyed him. The softness was utterly disarming; kisses had always been dominance, a way to mark, to claim. Gentleness had no place in a gladiator's life, but those plush lips coaxed his own into languor, their tongues eagerly tangling in a soothing cadence, a teasing dance of sorts. All while Caius remained seated on his cock, the tight heat pulsing, milking, driving Hades to madness. His hands flexed, craving violence, craving more, but held back, lost in the taste of this beautiful boy surrendering himself so sweetly.

Hades wanted to devour him. But more than that------ he wanted to possess him. Entirely.

Then, he found himself gently pushed onto his back again. Hades followed, sensing that this was Caius’s way of asserting himself, of proving his worth as a lover. And, truth be told, it provoked something in Hades, igniting a need to prove himself in return. ...But that was the nature of him, turning everything into a competition, a constant game of one-upmanship. The rhythm built again, Caius's thighs trembling as he began to ride him in earnest, body rising and falling, a perfect symphony of motion, the slick wet sounds of their joining obscene in the torchlit chamber. That Hades had not already given in to the overwhelming pleasure was a testament to his brutal discipline, the iron control crafted through years of grueling training and the immense stamina of a warrior made for conquest. Hades's hands slid lower, gripping those working thighs, callused fingers dragging over supple, silky skin. "You said you were mine. Say it again," he demanded, tones dark and savage, an almost cruel smile forming. "...And fucking take all of me. Every fucking inch." And with that, he seized Caius's waist, driving him down with brutal force, the impact so deep, so punishing, and the sight of Caius so absolutely ruinous. The boy's own cock, untouched, wept between them, streaking both their chiseled abdomens with glistening pearl.

Without warning, Hades dug his heels into the stone floor, his powerful hips surging upward, muscles clenched with the need to claim as he bounced Caius forcibly on his monstrous cock. The heat between them was palpable, thick in the air, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on agony. Those big hands clamped around Caius's middle guided every downward slam of his body, just as Hades was ruthlessly fucking up into him, overstretching that abused pink hole, continuously brutalizing the boy's thick and pretty ass. He needed to see Caius break for him, as the throbbing veins of that heavy shaft rubbed up against his every sweet spot in every wickedly thorough manner possible. It was obvious that Hades wasn't just fucking in a selfish chase for his own many pleasures, he was learning Caius's most sensitive points the entire time, and then targeting them repeatedly.

"Yes, take it. You're a slut for my cock, aren't you?" Hades’s snarl was raw and uncompromising, a warning that the boy would feel the full depth of his possessiveness.

After countless brutal thrusts hammering up into that lusciously round ass, Hades finally shows a sliver of mercy, relaxing the boy to sit filled to the brim with his cock once more. His chiseled abdomen flexes as he effortlessly lifts himself into an upright position------ still burning with an energy he can’t quite tame. He is a true marvel, an otherworldly force. But this time, it’s Hades's turn to offer comfort. Whilst his powerful frame looms over Caius, there does remain a tenderness in the way he presses his lips to the boy's flushed cheek, wondering if the dampness there is simply from the sweat of their shared passion or the fresh sting of stray tears. Slowly, his lips trace a path to Caius's jaw, before seeking out his mouth, their breaths shallow and urgent in the humid air of the dim chamber. Hades’s forehead falls to rest against Caius's, the brief contact flooding warmth through him, the mingling of their breath filling the space between them with a tender, desperate yearning.

Suddenly, Hades lifts Caius by the hips, the strength of his body seamlessly guiding the boy up his intimidating cock. The action is fluid, too effortless, a display of terrible power that would leave others lost and quaking in fear. But Hades, with the skill and precision of a seasoned gladiator, handles Caius like a delicate prize, pressing him down again with just enough force to crash their bodies together in a tight, warming press, the closeness absolutely consuming them. Each movement is a masterstroke, the perfect balance of domination and affection, steadily driving Caius to the edge of fully crumbling. Hades’s deep voice rumbles against the boy’s skin, soft but commanding. "It’s okay," he murmurs, words heavy with a promise. "I’m with you... I won’t let go of you."

There’s a cold, calculated understanding in those words. Hades knows what he’s doing; he wants to make Caius weak for him, helpless and needy, so that with each pass, he belongs to him more completely.

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All the things Clayton was saying eased every and any worry he had; he was quick to come around, to acknowledge that perhaps the rough and tough demeanor the man had in appearance was qualmed by his gentle nature. He was surprised surprised (and pleased) to see just how intimate and passionate the man was, by the way he was administering kisses to his lips and face. It made him pause for a second, just as he undid the last button of the man's shirt, tugging it free from where it had been tucked into his pants, freeing up the space to unveil his torso. Caius was sure to feast his eyes upon it soon, but for now, he maintained eye contact as the man spoke on, reassuring him in that calm, deep tone of voice. "Wow," he chuckled, a grin on his face. "I have to confess, the more you speak, the more turned on I get." That, and the attraction was practically palpable. If this was any other situation, he would be asking the man out on a real date... even if Caius had never actually been on one. Most of his encounters were for sex for monetary gain or something born out of passion. "I just want you to know... you don't have to pay me to get a chance at my ass. At this point, I think I want you as much as you want me." Caius stood on the tips of his toes, standing tall so he could wrap his arms around the man's shoulders, a hand finds the back of Clayton's head, Caius' body (though bulky) is slender as he stretched his back in order to lift himself upward, since the two were of relative height. "If after tonight you enjoy being inside of me, and you decide I'm a worthy fuck, perhaps we should arrange for this to be a weekly thing." Playfully, he wiggled his brows at the man, his features softening as he leaned in, their bodies aligning together as Caius stole a sweet, chaste kiss from his plump lips. This kiss was more sincere, more intimate, tender. He latched onto the upper lip, his mouth opened lightly to enable his tongue to sneak out in order to joyfully toy with its newest partner. Every now and then, a soft moan and a whimper would escape his lips. Kissing was not something he did, especially with past partners and hook-ups, since it was deemed a very intimate gesture. So as he stood there, the kiss being reciprocated with a man so attractive, wealthy and well-endowed, Caius was a vocal mess.

Eventually, the kiss broke away. The result causing his cock to throb as it pressed against Clayton's own bulge. "Sweet Jesus, you're a fuckin' good kisser, Boss." Caius' face was plastered with a sincere smile. His feet set back down on the cement floor of his loft apartment, hands returning to the front to sweep between layers of clothing to caress over the wide expansion of Clayton's chest. "I don't think I'm all that hungry now, I can eat later." He hummed, eyes glancing down at the nature of that strong chest, pert nipples, delectable abs. Caius helped to rid the man of every garment of clothing from his torso, until he stood there in just his pants. Usually, he would carelessly throw things aside, but noticing just how expensive and pristine his suits were, he decided to dress them over a nearby chair. Upon returning, he didn't shy away from taking both hands to test the might and dexterity of the man's biceps. "Hm, fuck." And then simply, he allowed his hand graze along his stomach, his touch a sweet caress along supple flesh. "While I may not be the most skilled bottom you've ever met, don't feel like you have to be too careful with me. Yes, maybe not in the first hour, but... I want you to fuck me like you want to. Don't worry about me, Boss. I know I'm going to struggle to sit and walk after tonight, but I'm glad I have this entire weekend to heal myself up for my first day on the job on Monday." By another quick press to his lips, his left hand latched itself onto the belt buckle at the centre front of the man's hips, guiding him backwards into the living room area, where the stench of marijuana was a lot more noticeable. "Ah, sorry about the blunt. Was settling my nerves a bit." The entire joint was still unsmoked, Caius only having taken a few puffs of it before Clayton knocked upon his door. He reached down, took it between his thumb and pointer finger and took a drag of it. "This alright with you?" He wasn't sure where Clayton stood on smoking, so he offered it out to him as he sat down, "You want a hit of this?" Caius leaned back into the sofa, the size and heft of his cock visible in his sweatpants, his gaze turning down to the volume of the man's groin; he knew from his earlier experience, Clayton wasn't yet fully erect. "If you'd prefer, I wouldn't mind laying back, smoking it, and watch you unravel your prize." Meaning, Caius was still pretty much fully clothed, and he ached to be naked, so long as Clayton was just as exposed to his eyes as well. "But before you do, I need to see you. All of you. Please."

the fact that caius seemed to happy to see him already boded well for him. made him think that he just wasn't making up how good of a time he had earlier in his head. at least that part seemed to be mutual. “good to know that i taste so good then. you haven't eaten anything since though?” he figured the younger man must have been starving. especially with how hoarse his voice sounded. in some twisted way, that just made the ceo a little more cocky than he was when he first knocked the door. “a lot is riding on that tight ass of yours apparently. can't wait till i feel it for myself.” although there was a long time in between now and then. clayton knew that he was well above average and that could hurt for some people. that's why there were a couple of things that were always important to him. foreplay. with his tongue, fingers, and even toys if the time called for it. time. patience. finally, lots of lubricant. he wasn't going to do anything unless the other man had the good kind lying around somewhere. even if he didn't, he might have taken a small bottle from his desk at the office. 

as he stepped foot into the home, making sure to run his hand over caius' bulge as he did so, he nodded a bit. that made a little more sense now as to why he hadn't eaten yet. “since you're going to work for me, you should know that i'm a man of my word. if i say that i'm going to do something, i always do it. hope your pizza gets here soon though. don't want to keep you starved all day long.” although they were going to have some fun of their own. it was something that the older man was prepared for, so he was going to waste no time getting right to it. 

after some of his clothes were peeled off, clayton moved his hand up to cup the boy's cheek. “i want to make a couple of things clear.” he smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb over the warm skin. “you have all the reason to be nervous right now and thank you for the compliments on my dick. you're so freaking hot that i've been hard all day thinking about you.” that part was especially true. it was apparently since he was already half hard underneath his slacks. “although, i want you to know that i like you for more than your mouth. you've impressed me since the beginning of the interview. you're also in good hands with me. i'm going to take my time with you and make sure that i ease all of those nerves that i can.” before the other could go answer the door, he leaned down to give him a quick kiss on his cheek and then on his lips. he had been wanting to do more than that, but everything had its time and place. then, he took out his wallet from his pants and took out two twenties. he placed it on the table for caius to take later, at least he could use that for the pizza. forty should cover it including delivery and tip too.

the ceo grinned when the younger man was back. “at least i can tell that you're focused when you set your mind to something.” another good quality to have. every now and then, he leaned forward to press some kisses onto the man's face as he continued to work on stripping him down. “if you want, maybe i can eat you out while you eat yourself. don't want you passing out on me.” clayton chuckled softly.

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As soon as he had swung the door open, his face lit up. Caius couldn't help the way the corners of his lips rose up into a pearly white grin that clearly displayed his joy at seeing the man. "Trust me, Boss. All your tasting is the sweet tang of your cock. But this ain't nothing," his voice was hoarse and a little croaked, clearly there was some damage to his vocal chords from that deepthroating session only hours ago on that impressive shaft. "Just you wait until you're inside of me. You'll never want to fuck another ass when you squeeze into me." At this point, Caius was all-talk; he knew what the man was packing. He knew there would be time for lubricant and prep-work to be done, but he couldn't promise to squirm, plea, whimper and cry out for some kind of mercy. He knew it in his heart; while he was skilled in the art of fellatio, bottoming was not something he was particularly experienced in, even if he did enjoy it. But he wasn't going to make it sound like he wasn't excited, or being unsure as to whether or not he actually wanted Clayton to fuck him.

But as soon as that caress to his cheek and he felt the lips of the others against his own, both body and mind seemed to calm down. Caius stood aside, offering him inside his sweet, petite abode. "I didn't think you were actually going to show up, Sir. I ordered food, thought you were the pizza guy." Alas, he closed the door once the man had entered, not bothering to lock it as it wouldn't be long until his food would arrive. But honestly? He was tempted to call and cancel his order, he had a long night ahead and there was more promising flavours to be had now other than pizza.

The door now shut, he turned his attention to the man, glancing at his backside, beautifully sculpted and strong. Caius' brows furrowed together when he spotted the curvature of the man's ass. He had cupped a feel during the service he had provided earlier in the way, but he hadn't expected a man of his stature to have such a large, muscled ass, fabric of his slacks straining to contain him. Closing the distance between them, he stood directly in front of the man, he was so desperate to touch him, to caress him, pleasure him, kiss him. "I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about this," he cleared his throat, correcting his stance. He just had to come clean. "I don't know whether it's because you have the biggest and probably the most delicious dick in this goddamn city but, I'm very attracted to you right now, Sir." So as not to sound too sappy and emotional, his hands came to the front of the man's torso as he spoke on, ridding him of his tie, jacket and waistcoat, and begun to unbutton his shirt slowly, all while maintaining eye contact with the rugged dom standing before him.

The first three buttons came undone when there came another knock on his door. Caius was quick to answer it, take the boxed pizza and hand over the money, all while sporting a visible erection in his sweatpants. "Well, where were we? Ah, yes, taking your clothes off." The younger man returned to his task after setting the food down on the counter top of the island counter in the kitchen.

to think that the only thing the two of them had done was a simple blowjob from caius to clayton was a little insane. especially because the ceo kept on thinking about the other man. the second that the thoughts and memories flooded his brain, he got hard again. he had to actually excuse himself from a couple of meetings just to step out and breathe a little. even for the last one, he brought his assistant in with him so that she could take notes for him. that was mainly because he knew that he wasn't going to be able to concentrate if he was left alone. it was an important one, so he couldn't afford a slip up like that. soon, caius could have been the one taking notes for him. there was no doubt in his brain that he wouldn't bring the younger man in on the important meetings. maybe not the first day or week, but sooner than most of his other employees. who would have thought, to make it up in the business you just had to really impress the boss with your mouth. 

that was fine though. he was excited to give someone else the opportunity to work in an industry like this. most of the people that he dealt with were director level or above now. it was rare that he got a chance to dive into the nitty gritty with someone that wasn't going to have a whole team reporting underneath them. the only thing that he wanted underneath caius was a pillow when he kneels down on the ground or was preparing to get railed by his new boss. that was why the contract was already drafted by the time that he left the office. he made sure that it would be delivered electronically. that way they didn't need to worry about not staining the paperwork with their loads in case they got a little too distracted. it was customary to call the candidates with the good news before sending the email as well. he told the team that he would call their new hire with the details. little did they know that he was going to go over to his place to tell him the great news in person. please, give him a different type of bonus that couldn't be outlined in the paperwork.

seemingly, he was also in a really good mood. he went from being the type of boss that was hard to crack sometimes to being the one that would sign whatever contract people wanted. that holiday happy hour? he signed off on all expenses before leaving. the business could afford it and the employees deserved to be happy. a yes was also easier to deal with. it was just met with a thank you, have a good day. as opposed to if he said no then they would have gone on and on about how this was actually good for them. pulling out numbers, looking at data files. things that he simply didn't have the time for. no matter how much he wanted to fake that he cared. thankfully nothing that he signed was going to bite him in the ass in the long run. for the most part, it was pretty much business as usual. again, that meant that he had nothing to worry about until he stepped into the office again the next morning. 

the place was easy enough to get to. which was important because again, clayton didn't want to keep waiting all day long until he got to see caius again. if someone had a direct line into his thoughts, they would probably assume that he had known the man for much longer than he actually had. yet, it had only been a couple of hours now since their previous meeting. which they only spent one full hour together, at least that's what was on the books.

when the man opened the door, he sized him up again. taking a brief look of him in his much more casual look. as if he couldn't get any hotter. then, he noticed the cash that was in his hands and his brows pushed up together. “i know that you're probably still thinking about it, but isn't money supposed to be flowing the other way around?” a charming smile spread across his lips as his eyes connected with the other man's again. he leaned against the wall outside of the apartment and motioned forward, towards caius and the house. “are you going to let me in or did you just have a thing for public play this whole time?” to hopefully offer some more incentive, he leaned forward and ran his hand over the man's cheek. he pulled him in for a quick kiss before standing back again, straightening out his back. just as good as he tasted earlier. he was happy to see that hadn't changed. “if that's how good your mouth tastes then i don't want to even think about how good the rest of you does.” clayton waited patiently for what was to come next. to see if he wanted him to come in or if he just wanted him to turn around and never see him again. he figured he knew the answer.  

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As Caius began to physically and mentally recover from this past hour of oral servicing, his eyes focused on that weighted, fat shaft. Watching as it bobbed in front of him, hanging down, dripping wet, visibly pulsing. He had to admit it to himself, this was perhaps the most beautiful dick he had ever laid eyes upon. Not to mention, one of the bigger ones he ever had the pleasure of choking on. Just before Clayton started to dress himself back up, he leaned on in to acquire one last kiss to that bulbous, thick crown, giving it a swift lick of his tongue. He thought perhaps at a later time, he would have the chance to fully worship the man, take his time to savour every curve and vein, to kiss and lick every inch Clayton would allow him to get at. The thought alone brought a smile to his face, and as the man began to dress himself up again, he stood back up to his feet to begin making himself appear more decent. The saliva and pre-cum were wiped away, he got a handful of tissues to help things along, as well as to wipe some of the steam from his face that had built up during the service he provided the well-endowed man with. "Glad to hear you think so, Boss." It wasn't the first time he had been complimented on his oral skills, but it was always nice to hear when it came from someone of higher authority and power, not to mention, someone as attractive as he was.

He watched on as the man tucked his length away, the rigid length still making a well pronounced bulge in his pants, his own arousal still prevalent in his own. Caius thought to return back home and work himself to a climax, but in that moment, he decided to wait until later on. He wasn't sure when Clayton would show up at his home, but he promised himself he would wait so that this hulking mass of a man could be the one to make him release that heavy, full load all over themselves. "That works for me. We can talk more about it later," the idea of bottoming was exciting for him, but when it was coupled with Clayton's enormity, it was relatively normal to be a little anxious and nervous about it. Caius was already on the verge of losing his voice, he didn't want to spend the entire weekend trying to recover, only to appear at work on Monday morning, with a limp to his stride and the inability to sit on a chair. Intimacy, passion, attention... along with some mild animosity, was all Caius needed in a sexual partner; Clayton seemed like the type of man who knew his way around the bedroom, so the prospect of being fucked by his boss had his heart beat a little faster. Albeit, it had been a while since he bottomed out, but hearing him explain his intentions to him, it eased his mind.

Caius was just about ready to leave when he felt a hand securing itself around his arm to stop him. He took the piece of paper from him and unfolded it. His knees almost gave way when he looked at the number, it was beyond anything he had ever possessed in his entire life. He brought his best acting skills to the table; he tried (but failed) to look calm, but his brows perked up and his eyes were wide, mouth slack. He had no words, but then Clayton leaned in and acquired a kiss from him. At first, Caius wasn't sure how to react, but when he felt the man draw away, he practically melted into it. He leaned in heavily, raising a hand to the back of his neck to deepen their kiss, that skilled tongue of his slowly snaking its way into the depths of Clayton's mouth. It was a short-lived kiss, but when it broke free, there was a light moan that escaped Caius' mouth. "Wow." He was swooning; fully dickmatised. "See you soon." Caius pulled on his blazer and bag while heading towards the door. He took one last look at the man, bidding him thanks with a light nod and bow of his head.

He didn't speak to anybody else after he closed the door behind him. Simply, he grabbed a couple of mints from a bowl on his way out. Not that he didn't enjoy the taste of the man's cock, but within a few minutes, he was crammed up in the subway. He didn't want any odd looks from having fresh cockbreath.

Taking the dozen flight of stairs of his apartment (since the elevator had been out of order ever since he had moved in), he slid open the door of his loft studio apartment; it was the only apartment in his floor, so it happened to be the smallest, but big enough just for himself. Inside, walls and floors were all of concrete, with tall glass windows. Metal work and piping were visible for an industrial look, but houseplants took up some of the space for a jungle-type aesthetic. It was a simple set-up; kitchen and living space area, with a corner sofa and an old flat-screen tv, a playstation 2 console since it was all he could afford. Up the spiral staircase was an open-space bedroom, en-suite bathroom to the left. A low double bed, dark oak wooden furnishings.

The remainder of the day had been spent drinking hot teas to soothe his throat, relaxing and taking a nap on the sofa, cleaning up a little and taking a hot shower to clean himself up. The day seemed to pass by quickly. Caius was now dressed down into a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt, with the hoodie pulled over his head. It was getting rather late, there was a chill in the air and a powerful gust. As he mindlessly scrolled through the internet on his phone, had tucked into his boxer briefs, he was in full belief the man would not show up. Not tonight, at least. And so, without thinking anything else, he sat up and gathered a tin can of mints from the coffee table. He popped it open to unveil pre-rolled fat joints. Caius took one, fired it up and leaned back into his sofa, extending his legs out, hand slipping to grasp at himself once more, sinking into the moment as he took deep drags. It dawned on him that he hadn't eaten anything today except that beautiful cock and those mints. So, in his mind-addled state, he ordered himself a Meat Lovers pizza and a bottle of diet coke. Another five minutes of lounging, and he heard the clanking sound of a knock on his door. "Shit, that's some fast-fuckin' service." He set the cannabis cigarette down and made his way to the door, rounding up some change to hand over to the pizza delivery guy as a tip.

Everything that had happened to reach to the climax had made his knees shake. The two of them had actually spent nearly an hour together already, most of that time spent hooking up with one another. Clayton felt a little bad that he couldn't return the favor. He could have simply asked Caius to wait around for him so that they can have some more fun later, but he didn't know when he would be done with his meetings. He didn't know how long the other would have to wait for him. Although he didn't think that he was going to be able to focus after the time that they had spent together. Everything was pulsing inside of him and he was only focusing on the man that was going to become his employee. There was no doubt about it either. No matter who else walked through those doors for an interview, there wasn't going to be anyone that impressed him enough to get the job. The man that was formally on his knees was literally willing to do whatever it took to get the job. Even blow the CEO of the company. That alone was an impressive feat. The fact that he made him reach his orgasm, the biggest he had shot in a while, spoke volumes about him. If he did all of that in a simple interview, what was he capable of when he actually started working in the company?

He took that moment to wipe himself off and dress himself up again. While all of his cum was swallowed by the other man, he had a bunch of sweat that had pooled up in his body during the whole thing. He couldn't go like that into his next meeting. Unless he claimed that his central air had managed to break down in the last hour and then it was back working again. Or that the heat was on the fritz, on and off. He also made sure to button up his shirt down to the last button and tuck it into his pants when he managed to lift them back up. Aside from the back that he was going to have to put his blazer back on to hide his sweat stains, he was finally starting to look more like himself in his normal moment. “I'm glad that you think so.” He coughed to clear his throat a bit, having to make sure that his words weren't splattering around. “I can easily say that you proved to be the best cock sucker I've ever had.” He took a piece of paper from a nearby table and started to write things down. 

He was surprised when Caius had offered up his ass like that. The view was also a pleasant sight to see while he stood up straight again. It tempted him to reach over and give it a firm squeeze, but he would have to be strong for now. If he didn't, then he would end up cancelling all of his meetings for the rest of the day. “I have a bottle of lube here that I'll bring with me. Don't worry, even though you didn't get to see my skillset, I am also good with my tongue. I make sure whoever is going to take my dick is fully prepared.” His tongue, his fingers, toys, plenty of lube. he'd use everything that he could in order to make sure that Caius was warmed up for him. Then even when he started fucking him, he'd make sure to go slow. Clayton wanted it to last. If the blowjob took so long, he couldn't imagine how long having sex with one another would have been. He grabbed the piece of paper and then shoved it into the pocket of his jacket. He didn't want to risk putting it in his pants and then the paper slipping out while he was walking. He'd pay Caius that visit, sooner rather than later. He didn't care what he needed to do in order to get there. He was determined. 

Before he could run off, Clayton grabbed a hold of the man's hand. “Not so fast.” He passed him the note that he had written moments before as well. A piece of paper with the proposed salary that he was going to give him. The package would include a sizable sign-on bonus and fifteen thousand more a year from what they were offering. Take that as a thank you for everything else that Caius was going to do for him in the future. Extra money for extra duties. “You'll receive a call from HR telling you these details and then the contract via email. Up to you if you want to take it off course. I'm not here to force your hand.” Then he smiled softly, moving his hand up to his cheek. “Good job today by the way.” Clayton leaned over to kiss him quickly. That way he was able to taste himself off of the other's lips. “I'll see you later.” The CEO let the other go and started to walk back to his desk. That way he could tell his assistant to let the next person in and so he could also take his seat again. Although, no other meetings would compare to what just happened.

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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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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…

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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.

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Caius was glad his fake resume did the trick. He really just needed a foot in the door. He could pick up the necessary skills quicker than he could snap his fingers. Plus, it was good money. At least for the next six months.

Hands continued to idle massage over the elongated bulge forming in the man's pants. The size was already bigger than what he was used to, but as he palmed on, he could tell Clayton wasn't even at his fullest potential just yet. "Trust me, Sir. I'll give you such a good blowjob, you'll be feeling it for days." While he wasn't necessarily the best at bottoming, especially with well-endowed men like the CEO before him, his oral skills were unmatched. He was either too vocal, too loud or too sensitive; hence, the soft objection of allowing the man to fuck him right here on his desk. As he spoke on, he began to unclasp the man's belt-buckle without breaking eye contact. Next, the button and then the zipper, before he started to shimmy the pants down. "If you want to fuck me, I will have to request a starting bonus, and a promise that... you'll fuck me again, and again, after today." Caius' line of thought stemmed on the fact that this was a wealthy, successful man. Perhaps if he got in his good books, he could fork out a higher raise to help build up his savings.

"No need to answer just yet, Boss." Caius grinned his pearly white teeth at the man. "Think about it while I work on your dick." His kneeling position progressed to that of being on both knees, sitting back on the heel of his thrifted shoes. With a careful hand, he worked the elastic material of Clayton's boxer briefs down, aided by the way the man would lift his hips to help Caius pull the garment down to join his trousers at his ankles.

Once that cock rolled and bobbed free, his mouth flowed with saliva, which he forced himself to gulp down. Nothing else was said; he secured a hand at the base of that thickened shaft, providing it with some relief with a steady stroke. Instead of heading directly to that swollen, pretty cockhead, he craned his head down, parting his lips enough to abduct one of the firm, full testicles into the wet heat of his mouth. He made sure to keep his teeth out of the way, only providing the sensitive flesh with a light suckle and brushing sweeps of his tongue. After several minutes at each one, he freed himself with a faint pop.

Both hands now settled across the man's hips. If this was to be a true blowjob, he would not bother utilising his hands, only to help angle the length upwards, instead of where it laid obscenely against his hip or stomach. Again, his lips spread out, much further than before, stretched to their limit as he sunk his mouth upon that impressive length. Judging by the flexibility in it, he guessed Clayton was still not yet at his peak. While he still could, his gaze turned upward to note the man's reaction as inch by inch, Caius skillfully made the man's fat slab of meat disappear into his mouth. The girth would prove to be a challenge, but with a forceful push down, the length slowly, but surely, worked its way past the back of his mouth, digging into his throat, causing Caius' neckline to bulge out with the fat cock, faint veins already visible in his neck. But, still, he only gagged once. With that first bob of his head, and with how full he was, he couldn't maintain that eye contact anymore as his plump, pink lips neared the base. Clayton's wet balls were flush against the groomed facial hair along Caius' chin, warm, wet and snug. While he still could, he retracted his head, only but an inch, before sinking it back down, his face digging in to the CEO's navel.

Ever slowly, Caius finally backed away, the length now fully slick with a beautiful thick layer of hot spit. He didn't release it entirely, he allowed the head to rest on the surface of his tongue, allowing him to swallow remnants of spit and pre-cum that had begun to seep out. Without much warning, his mouth sealed around him again. With one fell swoop, the entire monstrosity was buried back into his throat. His head retracted again, and sunk back down again. When it came to oral work, he didn't care how messy things became. It was natural to get a little sweaty, for spit bubbles to form at the corners of his mouth and fluids to froth along his jaw as he delivered bob after bob, enough to fill the office with sounds of Caius greedily swallowing the man's cock down while it was still somewhat soft. He knew once it was fully hardened off, he would gag and choke. But for now, the taste of the man had him eagerly sucking, making sure his tongue was working just as much as his lips and throat were.

Truth be told, the resume alone was enough to hire Caius. The companies that the man had worked for Clayton knew. He even reached out to some of his connections there to see if they had known the other. So far, he hadn't been able to uncover anything bad. Which was exactly what a future boss would have wanted. Yet, there was something within him that always craved more. It was how he managed to climb up to the CEO position.

"Your experience is good, I cannot and will not deny that. I just need to know that anyone we employee will be able to put in the hard work. Roll up their sleeves and get down to their elbows. You understand, right?"

A part of him was impressed when he saw the other man do just that. He could tell that there was a spark about Caius, something that was hungry inside of him. He wanted the job. That was another quality that he looked for in someone that was a potential new hire. If people didn't want it, if they weren't chomping at the bit, then they weren't going to work hard to keep it. He wanted someone that would still be working hard six months from now. Someone that knew what it took to hold onto something even after obtaining it. All of the signs were pointing to that person being Caius. He just hoped that he was right.

Clayton looked down at the man once he was in the correct position, the one he should've been all along. A small smirk formed on his face at the question. He could just let it be a blowjob. Did he want that though? "I don't make any promises this early in the game. If that's all you want to happen today, then you have to make sure it's one hell of a blowjob." The CEO opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a contract. All he'd need to do was sign. Then he sat back, letting Caius get to work again. His member throbbed at the attention that it was finally receiving and he moved his right hand to rest on top of the man's head, encouraging him some more. "Get ot it and you'll walk out of here with an offer."

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Caius had a good feel at that heft; it certainly had his mind wandering what the man looked like without his clothes, but these little favours in public was usually just a quick little tug and slurp, with no real intimacy or allure. He was almost convinced the man was going to accept his new deal, but when he felt his hand be swatted away and his accomplice raise his voice at him, he said nothing else. Caius pulled his hood over his wet bed of jet black hair and set-off. The primary deal was done and dealt with. It was time to go home and eat whatever biscuits he could find and drink his bodyweight in hot tea; he remembered having some Oreos somewhere. While it would have been easy to slip into a store and sneak some things into his jacket, he still have a good moral compass when it came to actually committing a crime. He spoke to nobody else, didn't make any eye contact with any of the drunk citizens scrambling about the streets. Caius walked fairly quickly back to home, no more than a ten minute walk. Once he was through the primary door of his building, he jogged up the roughly fifteen flights of stairs to reach the top floor, the only door that lead into his loft apartment, easily the smallest living space in the entire building, but it was enough for just one person. Rummaging through wet pockets to retrieve his keys, he unbolted the several locks of his door and hauled the heavy, metal sliding door apart just enough to squeeze into, before slamming it shut and locking everything up behind him. Immediately, he began to shed himself of his wet clothes on the way up the spiral staircase to his open-space bedroom. The en-suite bathroom was to his left, and the clothes were discarded into a hamper. Before he could even switch the shower on, he had quickly applied shampoo to his hair, scrubbed it in well. He was freezing cold, but it wasn't cold enough to turn the heating on. Next came the shower gel, which he spread throughout his body with a washcloth, easing the ache of corded muscle of arms, pecs and abdominals. Once his body was fully saturated in suds, he turned the hot shower on, and within just a couple of seconds, he rinsed all of the soap off. He stood directly beneath the shower head for only a few more minutes, enjoying the way the hot water warmed his skin. He was almost lost in it, but just as quickly as he showered, he turned it off and set off to dry himself thoroughly. Grey sweatpants were put on, a t-shirt, followed by a sweatshirt, thick woolen socks. Right. Tea, oreo cookies. He thought to himself. Caius returned back downstairs to the kitchen. He seized a mug, filled it with tap-water, and with a bit of magical help, he began to heat up the water slowly until he saw it bubbling. Halfway through, he applied a chamomile tea-bag into it and rummaged through the empty cabinets to find that packet of cookies. Once he had, he moved to the living room area, easily being the area he spent the most time in. He set the tea down to steep, turned his small 20" tv he had found discarded by a dumpster, which was still in working order, fired up his old Playstation 2 console and waited on his sectional corner sofa. While he munched away at the cookies and sipped at his tea, he grabbed a nearby old tin, inscribed with MINTS on the top. He set it down in front of him on the coffee table and opened it, revealing half a dozen pre-rolled marijuana joints.

He wasted no time in picking one, the fattest one, and firing it up. As soon as he took that first, deep drag, he leaned back, one hand wielding an oreo and the other, the doob. Caius savoured this moment, enjoying these simply little treats; he had no idea where life was taking him, but ultimately, he knew he couldn't continue living like this. Still, this was no time to ponder; this was the time to forget. Sitting up, he munched down the cookie, swallowed, took a hit and acquired the controller of the console to begin playing Tekken. Only a few matches until the cookies were all in his stomach and the stick was fully smoked out, before he could call it quits for the night and turn into bed to waste a couple of hours on his mobile until sleep took over.

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"I never said a thing about doubting you. You're the one making a spectacle about this. Would I have come here with this much cash if I didn't think you were capable?" Serves him right for picking an informant at a gay bar, Ryker thought to himself. Caius was his last option, and even then the man gave him doubts if this was worth the whole ordeal. "I'm sure you know how to handle yourself, so don't worry about me giving you any trouble from my end. We don't even have to see each other again after this, which I'm sure you'd be happy to know."

Ryker assumed Caius was just trying to mentally count the wad of cash from its hiding spot. The man had no reason to believe he was checking him out, or his sizeable manhood. After so many years of repressing his desires, he'd all but forgotten how well endowed he was, or how obviously proportionate his body appeared to anyone who focused on his... size.

The man let out a huff as Caius simply worked his magic and made the trade without good. Good. At least now Ryker could parse out the information and hopefully pull something useful that made this whole ordeal worth it.... or so he thought. "Are you serious?" Ryker scoff at the plea for even more cash before he felt it. A hand on his member. It made Ryker's body tense and mouth gape from awe of having Caius actually be bold enough to reach out and touch him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He mutters louder after a minute of recovery, his hand swatting at the other's to remove itself from his groin. Still, it was still far too long to not be noticeable, or to have drawn a desired effect between his legs. "I paid you everything I planned on paying you for tonight. If you're hungry for something to eat, try the deli next door. I'm not on the menu."