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The only warning that Bill had gotten of someone coming into his office was the front door slamming open and the clacking of dress shoes in quick cadence.
Lord Baddingham had come to the clinic often enough that it was impossible for Bill to not know who the voice belonged to. The cadence, hatred, and accent all pointed to Lord Tony Baddingham, who had entered his office without an appointment and slammed the door shut with enough force that the sound reverberated through the room.
On usual days, Bill’s practice was closed to the general public at 8 PM, and the only person that remained was himself, slaving over the paperwork he had to finish for his patients and research. Tony Baddingham had been a repeat client of his, but most of the transactions seemed to be of a quiet sort. His habit of sleeping with many women had resulted in the occasional appointment being made to discreetly deal with the ‘small’ issues of an unwanted pregnancy.
Years of working with Lord Baddingham meant that Bill was not unaccustomed to seeing him at odd hours, but it was a new experience to be on the receiving side of Lord Baddingham’s tirade. Bill tried to treat the women with as much respect as he could, but it seemed Baddingham lacked basic respect and decency for anyone.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Masters?” Baddingham spat out.
Tony may have been the worst person that Bill had ever met, going to new lows in each interaction he had with the man and every rumor circulated, but he was always predictable in his outfits.
The navy blue pinstripe suit was worn so many times it was imprinted in Bill’s memory, a scowl naturally falling on his face as he saw it and who it was adorned on. The dress pants were perfectly held in place by the suspenders he knew were obsessively polished, the white dress shirt and blood-red tie complemented with the red handkerchief that Baddingham would not be caught dead without.
“Hello to you too, Tony,” Bill replied, closing the folder he was working on and putting it to the side. He wanted to ensure that any of his paperwork would be safe in case a fight or argument began and things got physical.
“Did you hear me?” Tony sneered as he took a step closer to Bill’s desk. “I asked you, what the fuck did you do?”
“I’m doing the best for the women, who are my patients,” Bill primly responded, clasping his hands together on his desk as he looked up.
“That’s not what I asked you to do,” Tony barked out as he clamped his teeth shut in anger.
“Fortunately for the women and I, you don’t get to tell me what to do. With the way you whore yourself around, it’s a miracle you don’t have more women come to see me or refuse to get the procedure done. I would have congratulated you on the news if I didn’t know it’s a bastard,” Bill stated as he pushed himself up from his chair, stepping away and circling to the front of his desk to face Tony. Three feet separated the two men that were known not only for their rage, but also their ability to make it bloody if necessary.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me very clearly Tony. A man like you fucks anything that walks, quite uncivilized for someone who bought their name from their wife.” Bill let his hands fall to his sides as he watched the uncontained anger reflect on Tony’s face. The eyes widening in disbelief at first, his lips twitching downwards into a forming scowl, his fists tightening at his sides.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that?” Tony seethed, speaking through his gritted teeth. “You might be decent at your job, but don’t think I won’t ruin you.”
Bill perched himself on the edge of his desk, crossing his left leg over as he got comfortable. “I don’t think you know me enough to start threatening me, Tony. I don’t rely on everyone’s public perception to be happy with myself. My reputation has withstood more than your pitiful attempts to ruin my ‘good name’ as you call it,” Bill responded as he kept his professional tone in an attempt to avoid stoking Baddingham’s anger. “And for what it’s worth, I know you don’t want to start a fight of this manner with me.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Tony tried to collect his thoughts before he determined what other way to get his message across. “I don’t think you know who you're dealing with.”
Unimpressed, Bill quietly tutted before he continued his speech. “Your little skirmish with Cameron was admirable, but we both know between you and me who would win.”
“Do you really think that, Masters?”
Raising one eyebrow, Bill took his time as he watched Tony seethe, his face turning red as the tension between them increased. Bill took his glasses off, pursing his lips as he turned slightly to put his glasses in the corner of his desk, right where he placed his files before. One thing he did not want to deal with again was getting punched in the face and having his glasses cut his face.
In the few seconds that Bill took to place his glasses down, Tony closed the gap between them, stepping in front of Bill’s crossed legs, almost toe-to-toe in their dress shoes. He could see Tony’s pink lips barely half a foot away from him as he leaned forward to get to Bill’s eye level.
Bill could feel Tony’s breath fall on his lips, the slight heat of his breath trailing downwards in a feeling he could swear bordered on arousal. The flush of anger was visible underneath Tony’s dress shirt collar as Bill could see the skin peeking through the slight gap between skin and fabric. Letting his eyes refocus, Bill kept his eyes trained on Tony’s, watching his jaw clench harder as he refused to flinch at the intimidation tactics.
As he continued watching Tony, Bill saw Tony’s arm move upward, seemingly in an attempt to grab his neck. Reacting instinctively, Bill moved his right hand upwards, twisting his shoulder as much as he could in the short distance to backhand Tony across his face with the most force he could muster. The way he positioned himself left him without the ability to twist and use his core strength to his advantage.
Watching Tony’s face crack to the right from the force, he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction from the small win. He grabbed Tony’s face with the same hand that was pulsating in pain, his knuckles taking the brunt of the hit from making contact with Tony’s cheekbone and jaw. Bill let his fingers dig into Tony’s jaw, curling his fingers to let them press into his skin as he used the leverage to twist Tony’s face back to see him.
He could already feel the blood rushing to Tony’s face, the skin almost pulsating from how hard the impact had been. The print of his hand was pink, quickly flushing a darker shade as the blood started coming to his face.
Bill’s pinky dug into the vein on the right of Tony’s neck, the pulse spiking under his hand as he tilted Tony’s head upward, making him look up as Bill stood up to his full height, no longer leaning on the desk. Letting his grip go lax just a bit, Bill took a second before tightening his hold yet again, hearing Tony’s breath hitch every time he dug his fingers just a bit deeper into his skin.
He could feel the thrum of satisfaction underneath his skin, the feeling similar to the joy he would feel with a partner during sex. The feeling of putting someone in their place, hearing their body react to their partnering through ragged breaths and the microexpressions on the face was making Bill’s body in a way that he hadn’t been expecting.
Yanking Tony’s head to make eye contact, Bill took advantage of the position to finally say everything he had thought about the vile man who stood before him. “You’re not used to someone fighting back are you Tony? Your tactics of fucking your workers to listen won’t work here, unfortunately for you. I don’t let a manwhore try to tell me what to do.”
Trying to focus on the moment instead of the pain radiating in his face, Tony could feel his thoughts get fuzzy. The grip on his face was painful, but he could feel his cock twitch in interest as he was manhandled into place. He could not tell if he wanted to rip Bill's thumb off his face or if he wanted to suck it into his mouth and taste the salt of his skin.
“Fuck you Masters,” were the words Tony strangled out of his mouth as Bill let his thumb and index finger dig into his jaw, causing his words to slur from pain. Bill could feel the small specks of spit from Tony’s speech fall on his face, some of the saliva pooling in Tony’s mouth as he struggled to speak clearly.
Bill’s eyes darted between Tony’s scowling lips and eyes, losing focus on the forming fight. He could feel heat pooling in his gut, his tongue unconsciously wetting his lips as he took in the sight of Tony looking up at him, not making any attempt to escape. He let his thumb brush Tony’s jaw, his skin reddened from the backhand.
“I’m sure you would,” Bill muttered in response.
Tony felt his head fall backward a bit as Bill suddenly let go of his chin. He could feel Bill’s hand trail past his nape to the back of his head, his fingers threading through his hair before the strands were fisted and yanked backward, forcing Tony to bend at the knee to avoid the sharp angle in his neck.
Although in theory he should have felt anger course through his veins as he was being treated like an animal, Tony felt his arousal becoming increasingly clear. He could feel his dick beginning to harden at the degrading treatment he was receiving, and he could feel his pants tighten as he was forced to look up.
Desperate to get out of the predicament he had started, Tony moved his arms backward, trying to grab onto the arm that Bill was using to manhandle him. If he could free himself from the death grip on his hair, maybe he would be able to save himself from the humiliation of being beaten and having his arousal become clear to Bill. Grasping at air and barely holding onto Bill’s shirt, Tony used the leverage to grasp onto Bill’s shirt and forearms. When he got a clear grip, he used both hands to pull fully downward, dragging Bill’s hand to the side and downwards.
His scalp was screaming at him as Bill kept his grip as he continued pulling, but his traitorous cock hardened in interest.
Tony kept on pulling the hand downward, using his other hand to free himself from the iron-grip holding and tearing his hair. Desperation made him ignore the pain to save himself from the escalating situation that had his ego bruised and his cock interested.
Unprepared for the sudden force pulling down on his arm, Bill felt his grip weaken, the strands slipping through his fingers as he hunched down to avoid the strain on his forearm. Bill could hear the thud as Tony fell backwards, his butt hitting the ground as he tried to increase the distance between them.
As Tony continued crawling, Bill noticed the bulge in Tony’s pants.
The frantic clacks of the oxfords followed as Tony tried to turn to his side in an effort to leave before Bill caused any more damage. Trying to push himself up, Tony tried to push his right foot to the ground and propel himself upwards, but instead he could feel Bill’s fingers circle his right ankle, pulling him toward Bill and causing him to lose his grip. He felt his right hip slam into the ground, the pain radiating down his leg as his palms slammed into the ground, the back of his head hitting the floor.
Through the ache at the back of his head, Tony could feel the touch burn through his sock, the point of contact fueling his confusing arousal as Bill loomed over him.
Tony tried to kick out with his left leg in an effort to get free, but felt his leg get yanked again, causing him to fall flat back again, his head banging the ground again in the same spot as before. He could hear his pulse clearly in his ear, a slight ringing passing through his ears.
Tony started to kick frantically in an effort to escape the hold Bill had, the adrenaline not helping his forming erection. Dragging himself backwards as fast as he could, he twisted his foot enough to escape the grip.
Tony felt like his heart was pounding out of chest, a sheen of sweat forming on his back. He moved as fast as he could backward while keeping his eyes on Bill.
Tony got a few feet away before his back hit the file cabinet, one of the handles digging painfully into his spine as he tried to find something to grab onto and pull himself upwards.
Realizing he had nowhere to go, he watched in horror as Bill’s face had a trail of blood streak down from his cheekbone. A small gash had been created when his oxfords made contact with Bill’s face in his desperate attempt to free himself. He could see the anger in Bill’s eye as he wiped the blood off his face and stood up before walking to where Tony was sitting.
Out of desperation, Tony grabbed the pencil holder on top of the file cabinet and chucked it at Bill, the pencils flying out harmlessly before it made contact. He could hear the grunt Bill let out, but it only served to make him more angry.
Desperate to get out, Tony pulled himself up and tried to get up before Bill would get to him. He grabbed the handle behind him to help pull himself up, putting the majority of his strength in his arms as he could feel his legs throb in pain.
His efforts were in vain. By the time he got to his feet Bill was right in front of him.
Throwing a punch in a last ditch effort, Tony felt his arm miss its target completely as Bill smoothly dodged it. His momentum caused him to lean forward, and Bill used it to his advantage to grab Tony’s arm and twist it behind him, pulling his wrist up to try and force him to kneel.
Feeling him resist the hold, Bill twisted Tony’s wrist more and applied downward pressure. If Tony tried to resist anymore, there was a high chance that his wrist would break.
As Tony felt his knees buckle, he tried to turn, but Bill kicked his legs out from underneath him. His knees slammed into the ground, his legs being spread by Bill's foot to prevent him from getting up easily. He could feel he was reaching half-hardness in his pants, his erection becoming more visible in his tailored trousers.
Using his free hand, Bill pushed downwards on Tony’s back until his face hit the ground and his ass was in the air.
Lowering himself as well, Bill crouched so he could position his feet between Tony’s, moving so when he lay down on his knees that his shins would bracket Tony’s legs in, making it impossible for him to move.
Taking advantage of the positioning, Bill used his free hand to grab Tony’s other wrist, holding Tony’s wrists together as he tried to think of how to tie his wrists.
“Do you always fight like this? Predictable? Weak?” Bill taunted. “I expected better. All those hunting parties, yet you can’t even win a small fight with another man.”
Transferring Tony’s wrists to his right hand, Bill used his left hand to loosen the bowtie around his neck. Prying the fabric free, he put the bowtie on his thigh as he repositioned Tony’s arms before he tied his wrists together tightly.
The view of Tony struggling with the restraints was something that Bill did not expect to enjoy so much. He could see the bulge of Tony’s erection from the position of his ass poised in the air, his knees separated to give a view of the bulge on the stretched dress pants. He watched as Tony’s ass wriggled in an attempt to shuffle free. Bill could feel his own cock leak a dribble of precome as he took in the view, feeling a small spot of wetness bloom on his boxers.
Giving the makeshift cuffs a pull, he made sure that it could handle the strain of Tony struggling against the restraints.
“What the fuck are you doing Masters? Let go of me!”
Bill watched as Tony lifted his head off the ground a few centimeters as he tried to wriggle himself out of the spontaneous wrist restraints and leg hold. “You will shut your mouth until you have some basic respect. Do you speak to your wife with that mouth?”
Feeling his face scratch against the hardwood and his knees digging in as he tried to get up, Tony felt his anger reach a peak. “You classless, piece of sh-”
His speech was abruptly cut off as Bill pushed his upper back into the ground, cutting off Tony’s speech as his face collided with the ground. Pain bloomed across the part of his face that was victim to Bill’s slap a few minutes before. Unable to finish his sentence, he collected himself as colors danced across his eyes from the pain spreading across his face.
As Tony struggled to deal with the pain, Bill couldn’t ignore how gratifying it was to see the businessman in a position of submission after tens of visits where he would make demands based on only his own interests, never the women’s desires. Years of listening to Tony’s bossy requests and watching his feeble attempts at playing an upper-class Englishman had eroded any of Bill’s remaining patience. All those years trying to play the most powerful man, and it took only a few minutes to have Tony on the ground, helpless and aroused.
“Get your fucking hands off me before I do something –”
“Do what Tony?” Bill said as he lowered himself to speak right into Tony’s ear. “The only thing you've managed to do so far is get hard, as if the pants you wear can hide it. I saw the tenting in your trousers after I put you in your place. Isn’t this where you belong? Underneath the other men in society?”
Cheeks reddening out of humiliation, Tony tried to move out of the hold, angling his hips so his arousal would hopefully be less noticable. “Is this what you get off on? Treating people like shit?” He snarled as he continued to struggle against Bill’s grasp.
“Oh Tony, the worst person between the two of us is you. Your poor wife Monica, does she know you fuck any woman that comes in your radius except her? Or does she not fuck you because any respecting wife wouldn’t want a slut to come home to her every night?” Letting his hand move off Tony’s shoulder, Bill let his hands trail up to trace the pattern of the suit.
The blazer he wore truly did not do justice for Tony’s body. The vertical white lines complementing the navy color suit did help highlight his svelte body, but it did not reveal the way the dress shirt clung to his skin and the slim waist hiding underneath. The vertical lines did highlight his height though, and it did help make his legs look kilometer long.
Wanting a better look, Bill’s hands slid across the lithe waist as he pushed Tony’s blazer up, getting a clearer view of Tony’s ass as he heard Tony retort.
“Oh fuck you Masters,” Tony gritted out as he turned his head as much as he could to make eye contact with Bill. He would be damned if he didn’t try his hardest to piss Bill off, even if he wasn’t sure what the consequence would be.
Reflecting on his years of research up to that point, Bill could not recollect considering the impact hate could play in someone’s arousal response. He had many partners before, but none had ever made him so angry that he felt arousal. Maybe bickering and fighting had more to do with his arousal response than he expected…
“I’m sure you wish your wife fucked you, Tony. But it seems that having self respect is something everyone in your family except you possesses,” Bill let his hands continue trailing downwards, letting his hands slip appreciatively to the side of Tony’s waist, feeling the small shake from the tension in his legs.
The path of Bill’s hand wasn’t helping the arousal coursing through Tony’s body. It was just Tony’s unfortunate luck that Bill would focus on his sensitive hips, each touch causing his hips to make small bucks. Biting his lip, Tony tried to find the words to defend himself. “Is this how you treat other men just like yourself Masters? You're just as unfaithful, unloyal, and power hungry as the rest of us.”
Burning hot anger was flowing through Bill’s veins the more Tony talked back. He could feel his temper rising, taking a few deep breaths to stop himself from doing something stupid like hitting Tony again.
Taking a moment to reduce the pressure on his knees, Bill moved to rest his butt on his knees, making sure to keep caging Tony’s legs underneath him. He let his eyes roam across the deep arc that Tony’s body made after Bill had manhandled him into place.
“The thing is Tony, I may have cheated on my wife with one person, repeatedly at that, but at least I don’t delude myself into thinking that it was her fault. You can’t accept that the only thing you’ve ever been is a shitty husband. You are a vindictive, evil man who goes to any distance to ruin the lives of others,” Bill stated as he started to move forward again. He let his hands grip onto Tony’s hips, his hands digging possessively into his skin. “You just haven't seen that you've also ruined your wife’s life.”
Tony squirmed his hips in an effort to loosen the grip he could feel would bruise later on, but the movement only succeeded in capturing Bill's focus. Transferring his weight from his heels to where his knees were focused, Bill pushed his hips forward to slot his erection between Tony’s ass, letting the base of his cock press at Tony’s balls through the fabric. He could hear Tony’s sharp intake as he felt Bill’s erection through the trousers, the skin a searing heat against his tailbone. He couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his mouth when Bill nudged his hips just a bit, the tip of his clothed erection nudging at his balls as he made small rocking motions against Tony’s body.
Letting his weight fall against Tony’s back, arms anchored on the floor next to his shoulders, Bill lowered his arms until he was speaking next to Tony’s ear. “I’m giving you the chance to either get out of here with your last pieces of dignity, or the safeword is paperwork and I will take your lack of using it to mean you are consenting.”
Feeling the erection pressed right against him, Tony tried to stop himself from pushing back against the tantalizing offer, trying to rationalize that he should not be doing this. He could barely focus on the words that Bill was saying as his attention was zeroed in on the small grinds against him, his own cock digging into the pant zipper in his trousers. Each small push had him rocking just a bit forward, the back of his thighs straining from the angle he was being held.
Trying to steady his voice, Tony couldn’t deny that he wanted this. Sleeping with women had been satisfying, but the feeling of something pushing against his prostate, someone holding him down, was something he hadn’t felt in such a long time. Even when he had the occasional dalliance with a man, the desire to be achingly stretched out, the ache after a good fucking wasn’t something he could replicate himself.
In a mixture of arousal and humiliation, Tony finally spoke after a few seconds of ragged breaths. “Get me the fuck out of here Masters or I swear I will ruin you.”
Taking the lack of a safeword as consent, Bill let his hands trail along Tony’s body, his fingers slid down the front of Tony’s blazer. Bill’s fingers quickly unbuttoned the double breasted suit, the texture of the metal buttons a small temperature shock. Pulling the blazer open, Bill let his hands trace Tony’s skin through the dress shirt. The silk shirt felt so supple against Bill’s hand, the fabric thin enough he could feel the small traces of chest hair and the heat of skin. .
He let his palms brush Tony’s nipples, feeling the tips hardening under the fabric as he flicked over them. Feeling generous, Bill let two fingers circle them before letting his hands map the flat plane of Tony’s stomach, the skin smooth to the touch.
Each graze of Bill’s hand had Tony’s abdomen tense, the muscles contracting in arousal as Bill trailed his hands downward, teasing until he found the waistband of Tony’s pants. He let his hand palm at Tony’s bulge, the erection hot through the pants, a small wet stain at the front of the trousers where Bill could tell Tony’s cockhead was laying. He let his fingers apply circular pressure at the head, hearing Tony let out a groan as he felt his hips swivel.
Grasping Tony’s erection through his pants, Bill let his hands mimic the up and down motion of a handjob through the pants, quiet moans leaving Tony’s mouth. “Tony, I don’t think that will be the ordering of things today.”
Gasping while he tried to speak, Tony attempted to continue the argument. “If this is how you fucked your assistant instead of your wife, I feel sorry for her.”
Letting his free hand locate Tony’s fly, he undid the clasps before he started to drag down the zipper, the sound almost deafening. “Maybe you should think of your own performance. I think I’d be more concerned about my performance if my wife wouldn’t fuck me.”
Feeling the constraining pressure on his cock decrease, Tony couldn’t help but groan in relief as Bill’s fingers trailed along his length in passing as the pants unzipped. Bill yanked his pants as much as he could with the suspenders still on, dragging his underwear underneath his balls to get access to Tony’s erection.
The heat of Bill’s hand was so enticing, he couldn’t help but nudge his hips forward to get more friction against his neglected cock. Complemented with the feeling of Bill getting harder against his ass, Tony let himself forget the premise of the situation and focused on the feeling of being held down.
Bill dragged his fingers to feel the soft hairs on Tony’s stomach, the hair directing a path to Tony’s erection. He let his pinky barely make contact before letting his hand circle up just to feel the muscles ripple in impatience.
Stopping the teasing, Bill let the tips of his fingers make contact with Tony’s cockhead, mapping it with his fingertips in light touches. Touching the ridge under the head and swiping the bead of precum forming at the tip, Bill let his fingers move downwards, letting his palm reapply the lost pressure to Tony’s cock.
He focused the pressure of his palm in small circles, letting his fingers just trail across the skin without any direct aim to increase the friction. Every flick of his wrist across Tony’s tip resulted in the rippling reaction of Tony’s thigh spasming against his legs, a breathy moan leaving his mouth each time he gave a bit more pressure to the head.
The texture of his cock was so soft, the skin tugging a bit each time he let his fingers move across the tip, precum beading and slipping across his palm as he let his hand map Tony’s erection.
He let his hand lightly fist together, only applying light pressure as his precum-slick hand gave barely enough pressure to be satisfying on Tony’s erection. It only took a few seconds of teasing for a whine accompanying the motions as Tony tried to move as Bill continued to tease. Keeping the indulgently slow pace, Bill let the precum spread across his palm, the fluid occasionally nudging the crease of Bill’s hand and creating a soft wet sound that was causing a red flush to rise up Tony’s neck.
He couldn’t help but let his thumb nudge at the frenulum, feeling Tony’s dick jerk every time he increased the pressure to feel the vein pulsing on the side. The slick sounds of his hand fisting Tony’s erection became more pronounced from the precum slipping down the side of Bill’s hand from each downstroke.
Letting his hand stroke down to Tony’s base, Bill said. “Do you fuck other women hoping its your wife Tony?” He punctuated the statement with a tight pump upwards on Tony’s erection, twisting his wrist and letting his thumb dig into the slit. Tony couldn’t stop the strangled groan leaving his mouth. “Or do you wish it were a man instead, jerking you off, fucking you properly?”
Bill let his hand tighten, his hips pushing forward to grind against Tony as he synced the motion of his hips to the pace of his hand strokes.
“Wish it were your wif- Fuck, please a little more,” Tony moaned out. “Shocked you can get hard after your erectile dysfunction,” Tony gasped out the words, small sounds of pleasure coming out of his mouth. He closed his eyes to focus on the sensation of Bill’s hand stroking his cock, the feeling of warmth spreading through his body.
Tightening his fist to be suffocatingly tight, Bill gave Tony a tight jerk that was accompanied by a grunt of pain. Bill let his fingers dig into Tony’s slit on the upstroke, a strangled sound leaving Tony’s mouth as he couldn’t decide if he wanted to move away from the pain or wanted Bill to dig in harder. Bill’s fingernail was digging uncomfortably, his cockhead becoming a red from both arousal and pain.
Bill let his hand loosen enough to continue stroking Tony, the slide a satisfying pressure instead of the suffocatingly tight hold he just made. Deciding to focus on increasing the pace, Bill held a steady pace with a few twists to build Tony’s orgasm, losing patience at how mouthy Tony had been.
“Darling, you’re so worried about fucking your assistant that you can’t even tell that your wife is occupied with another.” He let his hand glide through the slick precum, hearing Tony’s breaths getting quicker. The quiver in Tony’s legs became more pronounced from the fatigue of supporting not only his own weight, but Bill’s as he arched over Tony’s body.
“Fuck,” Tony whimpered. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Increasing the pace and letting his other hand roam to rub at the base of Tony’s erection, Bill let the conversation go as normal “Enid? Dare I say, her best lover?”
“You would know, all you did was cheat on your wife.” Tony couldn’t help but fuck into Bill’s hand, trying to move his hips in any way that would give him more leverage. His face dug uncomfortably into the floor, but he ignored it to focus on the building orgasm.
“The pot calls the kettle black Tony. One would argue serial adultery is worse.” Tugging at Tony’s cock, Bill started to softly fondle Tony’s balls, letting the precum that had slipped downwards provide the lubricant necessary to provide some smooth friction.
“Fuck,” Tony murmured. He could feel himself getting close, his hips starting to twitch uncontrollably as he got closer and closer to the edge. His stomach was trembling in the tell-tale sign Tony knew meant he would orgasm in a few strokes.
Bill let the ambiance build for a few seconds before getting close to Tony’s ear and letting his tongue trace the shell of his ear, the ghost of warmth ghosting on Tony’s cheek. The bitter taste of cologne hung onto Tony’s nape, the smell of cigars another note in his scent. “The only thing I know for certain is that you are a pathetic man whose ego is the only thing that will remain.”
Those were the words Tony heard as he orgasmed, his eyes closing shut as his hips jerked in short, aborted thrusts as he succumbed to the pleasure. He could feel himself clenching, his knees moving across the hardwood and burning from the friction as he tried to ride out his orgasm. The quiet of the room was overwhelmbed by the static sound rushing through Tony’s ears, the satisfaction of an orgasm overwhelming him.
The initial pleasure steadily faded as Bill continued to stroke lightly at his cock, the ridge under the head being stimulated in soft circles. He could barely open his eyes, a little bit of filtered light going through the small gap as he tried to see what was happening as he heard a rustling underneath his body.
Wrenching one eye open, Tony couldn’t help the red flush of humiliation spreading across his face as his orgasm faded and he started to notice the way Bill was bracketing him into the ground. He could see Bill’s thighs clearly visible around his own slim legs and feel Bill’s breath against the back of his neck. Tony could see Bill cupping his hand to collect some of the cum as he continued to fondle at Tony’s softening cock.
He could feel the puffs of breath falling on his nape, the heat of Bill’s chest and stomach digging into the small of his back, making sure he couldn’t do anything other than wiggle his hips for some movement. Bill’s erection was trapped between his spread legs, the imprint of his dick teasing through the layers of clothing Bill and Tony still had remaining.
On the other side of the experience, Bill couldn’t help but admire the view of Tony’s hips falling slightly from exhaustion as his orgasm faded. Bill’s cock was throbbing in his pants, an ache forming between his legs as he stilled his hips to prevent himself from finishing prematurely. He still had plans for Tony, and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted (with the exception of the safeword of course).
Pulling his hand off of Tony’s cock, Bill used his hand to push off the ground and sit back on his heel to get the full view of Tony. There was a small pool of drool forming on the floor, small blooms of red on Tony’s face from when it rubbed against the ground. There were small drops of white on the floor between Tony’s legs from the cum Bill had failed to catch, Tony’s cock falling limp between his legs. His legs framed the view so perfectly, Tony’s cock still flushed and glistened from his orgasm.
Kneading at Tony’s ass, Bill let his cum-stained hands leave white prints on Tony’s custom made trousers. Tony let out a sound of indignation as he realized that his clothing was being treated like a wipe. The stain would likely be a nightmare to get out, and even if it were cleaned, Tony would always remember what had transpired that night.
“What are you doing Masters?” Tony growled out as he realized that his clothing would tell everyone what had happened. He would have to send his clothing to the dry cleaners and pay extra so word wouldn’t get around about what had happened.
Before Tony could even begin to think of cursing Bill out for soiling his work suit, he let out a strangled grunt as Bill took the initiative to unclasp the suspenders, shoving his hand under the waistband to shove the dress shirt up to pool near his shoulder blades, the fabric scrunching uncomfortably near Tony’s armpits with the wrist hold.
Grabbing onto the back of Tony’s dress pants, Bill yanked as hard as he could downwards, causing Tony’s knees and legs to pull backwards suddenly. The yelp he let out was undignified, but the drag of the hardwood against his face and the burn in his knees from the friction burn was starting to become impossible to ignore.
Unsatisfied with the pants falling right under Tony’s ass, Bill pushed the clothes on Tony’s front under his softened cock to prevent any unintended accidents. Bill continued to pull and shove at Tony’s dress pants until they fell to his mid thigh, the pants lightly digging into his skin.
Making sure the pants were secured in their position, Bill let his other hand tilt, the cum slipping from the palm of his hand onto Tony’s skin. He watched the fluid trail from his hand to between Tony’s ass, catching the light and highlighting his faint stretch marks in the position. Wanting to get a clearer view, Bill spread Tony’s ass to see the liquid trail downwards, sliding slowly past the rim that he could see clenching at the change in temperature from the mildly cold cum slipping down to his perineum.
“Sweetheart, are you feeling empty?” Bill murmured as he let his fingers massage Tony’s rim, using Tony’s own come to provide the lubrication. He could feel the heat emanating from Tony’s body, and he couldn’t help but imagine what that would feel like around his cock, squeezing when he hit just the right spot or complemented a thrust with a stroke onto Tony’s cock. Swallowing down a grunt, Bill took a second to breathe before he let his index finger swipe through the trail of cum and press just a bit into Tony’s rim.
“Masters I am not taking you up my arse” Tony grunted.
“I don’t hear you using the safeword to leave,” Bill replied, letting his finger slip past the first knuckle, feeling to see if he could locate Tony’s prostate. Struggling to find it, he rocked his finger for a few seconds to acclimate Tony to the intrusion before he slowly let the full finger in.
“Bill-” Tony gasped out as Bill nudged at his prostate. “Fuck, what the fuck was that-”
“Did you think we were done?” Bill asked. “You may have finished, but I have not, and maybe this will be a lesson for you on bedroom performance. Yours so far has been… subpar.”
Tony couldn’t help but push his hips back as his prostate was massaged, barely realizing that a second finger had slipped in. He could only focus on the electric feeling burning through his nerves as Bill continued to apply pressure with his fingers, Tony’s cock twitching in an effort to get hard.
A minute or two had passed before Tony grimaced as the cum started to dry, the friction on his asshole bordering on painful as Bill continued to stretch him out. He could feel the slight burn from Bill’s fingers pressing on his rim, the thicker part of Bill’s fingers leaving him struggling to clench down as he pushed back for more.
The pleasure was beginning to blur with the pain, a feeling of satisfaction burning through Tony’s body each time he felt Bill try to scissor his fingers just a bit to create more space. He tried to get a word out to complain before he heard Bill spit onto him, the saliva falling on his ass before he felt it slip downwards. He let out an involuntary whine when Bill let his fingers slip out to collect the spit.
The swipe of fingers on his ass had him clenching down on nothing, an unsatisfying emptiness in place before Bill’s fingers slipped back in with a bit more lubrication. Tony’s cock had made an effort to get half hard, flagging just a bit at the burn that was bordering on too much before more lubricant was used.
The improved slide made the two finger stretch feel better without the persistent burn, and it made the intrusion of the third finger so much better. He couldn't stop the small shake forming on his stomach when Bill’s fingers made contact with his prostate every time he moved his fingers out to push right back in.
Feeling satisfied with how much he had stretched Tony out, Bill slipped his fingers out, ignoring the grunt of disappointment Tony let out. He could feel Bill wipe his hand on his already soiled dress pants, and then the distinct sound of the metal pant hooks unclipping and Bill unzipping his trousers.
He hadn’t yet seen Bill’s cock, but he knew from the way Bill had held him down that he was not going to be small. Bill’s cock had made an impression through his pants even without an erection.
Tony’s train of thought was broken by the sound of a condom packet being ripped, Bill opening and rolling it down efficiently. The sound of the pants being pushed down further off never occurred, but Tony could hear the slick sound of Bill stroking himself to full hardness behind him.
He could feel Bill’s fingers graze his ass, moving up and down as he gave himself a few quick pumps. He tried to twist his neck to get a better view of Bill behind him, but he could only faintly see what was happening in his periphery.
He could see Bill grasping his cock in the corner of his vision, his erection barely visible with the way he was quickly fisting himself to provide some much needed friction. Noticing Bill was using a fluid other than the condom lubricant, Tony realized that his remaining cum was being used to slick Bill’s erection. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed or turned on by the fact of his cum being used in such a manner.
After a few tugs, Bill pushed off his heels and pulled Tony’s left ass cheek to the side, letting his cockhead slide between his ass, barely making contact with Tony’s rim before he let it slip past. He could feel Tony trying to push backwards each time he let his cock move past where he wanted, teasing himself to the vision of Tony being desperate.
Swiping his cockhead again, Bill let his hips push forward, enough for the head to slip past Tony’s rim, a punched out groan leaving Bill’s mouth as Tony moaned from the intrusion. The hot clench of Tony’s asshole slipping over his frenulum was intoxicating, the heat causing him to sweat just a little bit as he tensed his thighs to prevent himself from pushing in more.
Tony tried to push his knees in and hips back to get more of Bill’s cock, but his efforts were stopped when he felt Bill grip onto his hips, forcing them to stop moving. He could feel the fingertips digging into his hip, likely going to leave bruises he couldn’t ignore for the next few days.
Even with all the prep he had given Tony, Bill’s cock was thicker than his three fingers, and going any faster would be too much. He knew he had to go in slowly, but the pleasure licking up his spine from just getting the tip in was blurring his higher reasoning skills.
Tony clenched on Bill’s dick reflexively at the pain of Bill’s grasp, his rim burning as the thicker part of Bill’s cock slipped in. Gasping at the feeling, Bill pulled fully out before nudging right back in, fucking in his cockhead in slow drags as he heard the ragged breaths Tony let out every time he moved in just a little further. He felt his arousal hike every time he could hear the slick sound of his tip popping out before being sucked back into Tony’s body.
Letting his finger move Tony’s butt just a bit, he bit back a groan as he watched his dick sink into the man, his puffy rim pink and covered in lubricant each time he moved The sight had Bill leaking into the condom, the sight of his most hated client on their knees, taking cock like it was their god-given gift.
Bill let his fingers feel where he and Tony were connected, rubbing the outside of Tony’s asshole as he continued to push in. He slowly rocked his way into Tony, stopping when he felt his balls slap into Tony’s perineum.
Without his hips moving too much, he could hear the rustling of Tony’s knees sliding across the ground, his face still taking the brunt of the weight of the floor from the position Bill had pushed him into. Focusing back on Tony’s face, Bill could see that his eyes were closed, mouth slotted open just a bit and his face twisting every time Bill grinded his hips forward. He couldn’t help it when his hips jolted forward when he felt the electricity of Tony tightening around him.
Gasping for breath, Tony felt his rim burn and ache with every inch Bill forced him to take. The pain had Tony’s toes curling in his dress shoes, the fullness unlike anything he had experienced before. The initial pressure as Bill pushed into him was mildly uncomfortable, but by the time Bill had bottomed out he was trying his hardest to get any friction to occur. The hands holding him in place were both a curse and a blessing.
Through the experience of being filled, his cock had started to reach full hardness, dripping onto the hardwood again as he was held in place by Bill.
He couldn’t even care about the humiliation he felt being ass up, face down, while his knees slid on the ground as he was fucked open. He didn’t have to worry about his own satisfaction as Bill took his pleasure from his body, holding him in place as if he were a fucktoy. The pain and humiliation only served to make him leak more, a thin strand of precum dripping from his erection to the ground.
“Didn't know you were a cockslut too, Tony. One of your only talents, maybe you should televise this, show other women how to behave in bed,” Bill chided as he kept his hips still, holding Tony’s hips.
“Fucking move Masters,” Tony growled. He tried to shift, but his motions barely made a difference from how hard Bill started to dig his fingers in. The only thing he accomplished was slightly moving back, feeling Bill’s cock barely move enough to apply some pressure to his prostate.
Bill let one hand trail to Tony’s stomach, letting it go under his dress shirt to move through his chest hair. The hair thinned out as he moved closer to Tony’s nipples, letting his fingers slip across the tip. “That's not how you ask for something Tony.”
Feeling the pad of Bill’s thumb drag across his nipple, Tony let out a sob of frustration as he felt Bill pinch before letting his thumb circle his areola with barely enough stimulation. “I’m not going to beg,” he gritted out as he felt Bill tug at his nipple.
“Then I can spend the rest of the time here. Will you be good and warm my cock?” He murmured, twisting Tony’s nipple just to feel him clench down.
Barely processing the words, Tony felt time slow, every small movement’s feeling being magnified. Bill’s hand continued to abuse Tony’s nipple, the stimulation only making his cock continue to drool on the ground, the few drops turning into a small puddle on the hardwood. He couldn’t help the small spasms forming in his leg, jostling Bill just a bit and causing his hips to move forward, providing just enough friction that he wouldn’t start softening.
He knew Bill was similarly affected, his breathing slowly turning into pants behind his neck, his other hand holding Tony firmly. He wasn’t sure if it was seconds or minutes that had passed before Bill let his hand slip from under his shirt and trail back to his ass, palming at it before he stopped moving again.
Desperate for just a bit more friction, Tony tried to loosen his stance so his body would slip forward to give just a bit more motion. Letting himself go limp, he felt Bill slip outside of him a bit before Bill pulled his hips back, punching a groan out of Tony’s mouth at the quick thrust.
“Fuck Masters. Move for the love of anything,” Tony begged, shifting his hips to alleviate the ache he could feel forming in his lower back.
“Beg,” Bill replied, letting his free hand go back to grasp at Tony’s hip. Making a few short thrusts, Bill indulged in the feeling before stopping again to see if Tony would finally speak up.
“Move please.”
“A proper sentence Tony,” Bill replied, pulling Tony closer to him so the back of his legs were in contact with Bill’s thighs. Tony could feel the cold metal zipper digging into the back of his leg, the texture uncomfortable against his sweaty skin.
“Are you fucking serious?” Tony grumbled.
“If you don’t want to finish, that's perfectly fine with me. The sensation of you tightening around my cock and pushing back occasionally is enough for me. I can masturbate and finish on your back instead, letting you leave with an ache that won’t be satisfied by your own fingers after this. You can either properly ask for what you want or I can continue myself without satisfying you.”
The idea of Bill leaving him neglected while satisfying himself right behind him did not sound as bad as Tony thought it would. He could imagine the sound of Bill masturbating behind him, letting the sounds fuel his own desire. Tony could envision the feel of Bill cumming on him, dripping down the back of his thighs, branding his skin. Swallowing, Tony tried to channel his speech to sound more angry than petulant.
“Are you a pervert, is this what it is?” Tony bit out, trying to stretch out his hands.
“A proper sentence.”
A few seconds of silence stretched as Tony tried to put his pride aside. Bill seemed to be almost unbothered as Tony thought through every humiliation he had ever endured, and how this would rank within his experiences. Deciding to get over himself, Tony swallowed down his pride before speaking.
“Please fuck me, Masters,” Tony said through his gritted teeth, turning his face so he couldn’t see Bill react.
“Good girl,” Bill praised, pulling almost fully out before he thrust himself in, the force of it shoving Tony’s body forward.
“I’m not your bitch for you to call me good girl,” Tony grit out in anger.
“Then what do you want to be? A good boy? You’ve been anything but good Tony,” Bill chided. Tony could feel his face dragging on the ground on each thrust, his knees screaming in pain as his weight shifted forward, his kneecaps digging into the ground as Bill’s weight pushed him further into the ground. The sensation of being filled was so satisfying, Bill’s cock fucking a space for itself the further it went in.
Every time Bill pulled out, he let his cock slide almost fully out with just the tip in before fucking back in. Angling his hips downward, Tony couldn’t help but groan when he felt the satisfying friction when he felt Bill push back in, moving deeper at the new angle.
The drag of Bill’s cock provided just enough pressure against his prostate that he could feel the pleasure zip through him, causing his thigh to twitch. He could feel his orgasm building as Bill’s hips quickened in movement, Bill gripping Tony’s hips and shoving him backward to meet each shove inside his body.
Tony’s stomach tightened as he got closer to his orgasm, but instead of meeting another shove of Bill’s hips, Tony felt Bill put his right arm underneath his chest and pull his upper body off the ground. He could feel the pressure on his cheekbone disappear, the cool air hitting his face as he was pulled upward, his chest leaving the ground and his hips arching downwards. He could feel Bill pushing his body almost straight up, Bill’s cock slipping slightly out before Bill pushed his hips down, nestling his cock right back in.
This new position had Tony’s shoes on the ground, his ankles making contact with Bill’s butt. He was sitting on Bill’s lap, the back of his legs sitting on the plush thighs he had eyed previously before, his knees pushed on the outside of Bill’s spread knees. He could feel the strain in the muscles of his inner thighs, his knees barely making contact with the ground as Bill held Tony onto his lap.
He could feel the heat of Bill’s chest and stomach on his arms, Bill moving his tied wrists slightly to the right so he could fuck into him without his hands being in the way. Bill was sitting almost fully straight up, his muscles straining against Tony’s back. Letting his neck relax, Tony laid his head in the crook of Bill’s neck, Bill’s hair tickling the side of his face as he let his tense muscles relax for a second.
Bill’s hand still held his chest, holding Tony close. In this new position, Tony could feel Bill’s dick even deeper, moaning at the slight stretch as he was held in place, Bill pushing him down to fully take his cock.
Tony could feel the sweat beading on the back of his neck, his shoulders so sore from being held in the same position. He squared his shoulders just a bit to remove the tension before he felt Bill pull him up by the hips, holding him a few inches in the air before fucking upwards. Each drag went so much deeper, and he could use his own legs to move up and down just a bit to meet each one of Bill’s thrusts.
Between being face down and being held up, Tony could feel everything so much more in this new position. Although he enjoyed being at the mercy of Bill when he was held down, he could tell he was getting close from the humiliation of being manhandled to meet every thrust in this position. The pleasure coursing through his body from every thrust was heightening, Bill angling his hips to find the position that would get him to grunt or moan the loudest.
He let Bill spread his legs just a bit more, his legs started to shake from how close he was getting. Startled at the new contact, Tony felt Bill’s hand go to his cock, pressing his fingers together to pinch at the base to prevent him from cumming.
“Beg for it,” Bill stated, pulling Tony down as he grinded his dick into him.
“Please,” Tony begged, making small bounces to get some friction.
Tightening the hold on Tony’s dick, Bill used his left hand to shove his hips down to be still. “Again.”
Getting frustrated, Tony could feel his eyes water as he could feel his orgasm slowly start to fade. “Please Masters.” Even his small movements of shifting his hips wasn’t enough.
“Be a good boy and use your words.”
“Please, let me come,” Tony whispered, his ears flaming red from embarrassment as Bill turned to look at him.
“Please let me come, who?”
“Please let me come, Bill,” Tony groaned.
“Be more specific and I will let you.” Giving in just a bit, Bill let his hips grind into Tony, hearing a few groans as he could feel the pleasure rise but the satisfaction still prevented due to the grip on the base of Tony’s erection.
“Please let me come on your cock, Bill.”
“Good boy.” Feeling the fingers leave his cock, Tony let out a sigh of relief before Bill continued moving, the motions increasing in pace and frantickness as Bill got close.
“Please touch me, I don’t know if I can finish like this,” Tony asked brokenly, feeling his orgasm build again from the brutal pace.
Expecting a fight, Tony let out a sigh of relief when Bill’s hand drifted forward, grasping onto Tony’s erection in a tight fist before stroking him. He could feel Tony’s groan of relief right next to his ear just as Tony tightened around his cock, the constriction bringing Bill closer and closer to the edge.
Coordinating his movements, Bill adjusted his grip so he could match the pace of his hand on Tony’s cock with the movement of his hips, aiming to get Tony to finish before him.
Each successive thrust had Tony whimpering a little louder, his thighs shaking as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Bill continued stroking Tony, twisting his wrist at the head and letting his thumb dig into the slit at each thrust to get Tony to clench down.
Bill could feel the tension in his stomach increase right when he felt Tony’s cock jerk in his hand, a small grunt leaving Tony’s mouth as his orgasm washed over him. Tony could feel a slight ring in his ears as his eyes had unconsciously slipped shut, his blood pounding in his ears as he went slack in in Bill’s hold.
Each successive stroke on Tony’s cock had him clenching down suffocatingly tight on Bill’s erection, his cum leaking down the sides of Bill’s hand. He could feel when Bill was getting close, each thrust stuttering just a bit as his pace became uneven. Tony let out a muffled groan when Bill bit into his shoulder, feeling the slight pressure of his teeth through the layers of his blazer and dress shirt.
Focusing on the feeling of Tony around him and the pleasure of his rim tightening as he continued moving, Bill felt his orgasm punch through him. He let out a strangled groan around the fabric as he pulled Tony fully down onto his cock, fucking into Tony in short pulls to work through his orgasm. He let his teeth let go of the fabric after a few seconds, feeling the small zings of pleasure through his body as his cock made a few jerks in Tony’s sensitive body.
Taking a few seconds to breathe, Tony let his eyes open as Bill’s breathing started to even out. Tony could feel his cock softening, Bill letting his hips settle as he let out a soft moan from oversensitivity.
A few seconds of silence was held between them before Bill spoke. “Now are you going to be a good boy and leave without causing another skirmish?” Bill murmured as he shifted Tony to sit up straight, grabbing his wrists.
“Yes, Masters,” Tony said, not trying to argue after his second orgasm of the night.
Breathing a sign of relief, Bill grasped the knot of fabric at Tony’s wrists, quickly untying it and letting Tony pull his arms forward, massaging his wrists and getting the blood flowing back to his hands.
Still on his lap, Tony made a motion to move forward, letting out a whine of oversensitivity and dissatisfaction as he felt Bill’s cock slip out. Clenching down reflexively, Tony could feel how empty he was as he pushed his hips off of Bill’s lap.
Moving himself backwards, Bill took the condom off, tying it before he moved to pull his underwear and pants back up. Getting far enough he could stand up, he moved his right leg to kneel before pushing upwards, letting out a groan as he felt his knee protest from how much time he had spent on the ground. He quickly threw the used condom into the trash before he grabbed some tissues, wiping his hands off before using a pump of hand sanitizer.
Realizing Tony would likely need a few tissues to clean himself and the ground, he snagged a few before turning around. Bill watched as Tony rotated and stretched his shoulders, grabbing onto his dress shirt and dragging it down from the scrunch it previously was at his shoulder blades.
Clasping his suspenders back in shaky hands, Tony straightened them to fall on his shoulders before turning to look where Bill was standing right behind him, his hand outstretched with the tissues in his hand in silence. Letting out a grunt and saying nothing else, Tony grabbed them and wiped his dick clean, his hips twitching in oversensitivity when he felt the dry wipe fall over his skin.
Using the remaining tissues to wipe his hands, he used the crumpled up tissues to wipe the cum stains from the wood, his face heating up in embarrassment at the mess he had made. Putting the dirty tissues to the ground, Tony shakily stood up, holding his underwear and trousers up as he stood up so they wouldn’t fall to his feet and expose more of his body than Bill had already seen.
Shaking as he stood up, he heard his knee crack as he stood up to his full height, feeling Bill’s gaze fall on his body. Tony knew there were red fingerprints forming on his hips, a dried trail of his own come on his lower back and ass when Bill had fingered him open and then fucked him using his come as lubricant. He looked over his shoulder as he pulled his underwear up, seeing the way Bill’s eyes raked over his body in appreciation.
Focusing back on the task, Tony shuffled his trousers back up his hips, zipping up his pants and buttoning the waist down before he put his blazer back into place.
Bending down to grab the dirty tissues, Tony let out a hiss as he felt the ache in his ass and lower back. Snatching the tissues as quickly as he could and turning around, he tried to figure out how to walk without aggravating the ache he could feel. Throwing the tissue in the trash can he had seen Bill use, Tony turned to face Bill again, feeling embarrassed at the cum stains he remembered were on the back of his pants.
“I hope you don’t bring that attitude again with me Tony,” Bill stated as he clasped his hands in front of himself.
“No, I won’t,” Tony stated as he broke eye contact, his eyes focusing on Bill’s shoes instead of his eyes.
Scowling at the meek display, Bill let his hands fall back to his sides. “Now be a good boy and get the fuck out of my office.”
Not saying anything, Tony turned around and opened the door again, making sure to softly close the door before he stalked out. Each step left a thrilling reminder of Bill using him before he was promptly told to get the hell out. Not sure what to make of the situation, Tony continued walking back to his car as he thought of what he should do next.
Barely remembering unlocking the car and getting in, Tony grabbed his lighter and pulled a cigar out, smoking to clear his mind from what had just happened. One thing was for certain though, this would not be the last time he aggravated Bill.