Chapter 66

“So, you’re saying either I lose my ass to you two or I’ll be flipping burgers?”

“Precisely.”

“I…I guess I have no choice. My ass is yours.”

“Excellent.” With deft motions, Mr. Cowell unfastened my belt and unzipped me. “Of course, we’ll have to give you a test drive to make sure you’re right for the position.” He yanked my dress pants down around my butt and revealed my erection. “Stand up,” he commanded. “That will make stripping you easier.”

I stood obediently as Mr. Cowell and Mr. Barnes took everything off me but my tie which remained loosely around my neck. Then with a firm hand, Mr. Barnes pushed me down on all fours. He unzipped himself and began poking his large, stiff dick in my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Cowell produce a condom and a tiny bottle of lube from his jacket pocket.

“Show me your skills,” Mr. Barnes purred as I took him in my mouth, tasting salt and sweat. I nearly choked at his first thrust, but it struck me as appropriate. Of course, a powerful man would have a powerful dick, and naturally it was my lot to kneel before it. I would have gladly run my lips up and down his shaft, but he held my head steady so he could push in and out at leisure.

“You know, this ass would look amazing framed in a jockstrap,” Mr. Cowell observed as he lubed me up. Then I felt his dick graze my crack as he covered it in the condom. He guided himself inside me on the first try. “Mmmm, nice,” he said, running his hands up my back. I shivered with pleasure.

They fucked me from both ends, each with their own animal rhythm. Mr. Cowell felt about as big as Mr. Barnes, but much more ruthless. His motions pushed me forward, forcing me to take more of Mr. Barnes down my throat. I moaned and grunted, doing my best to please both men.

“Oh, God, this is heaven,” said Mr. Barnes, his head tilted up in ecstasy.

“Eugene…said…you had an incredible ass,” Mr. Cowell said, his voice ragged, “but that’s an understatement.” The compliment made my stomach flutter, and I arched my back to allow him even deeper access. “That’s it, boy,” Mr. Cowell said with a growl.

Mr. Barnes’ breathing sped up and so did the pace of his strokes. “Oh, Jesus,” he whispered. He grunted loudly and then jerked his dick roughly out of my mouth in time to shoot his come all over my face and shoulder. He bent over me in exhaustion, pressing his strong hands on my back and kneading my muscles. “Ohh, I needed that.”

“Me, too,” Mr. Cowell replied, gasping. “I can’t believe I get to nail this ass every day now.”

Every day? Oh my God, what have I got myself into? Again, I tried to pinch off my dick so I wouldn’t come, but I let out a keening moan and shot white gobs all over my stomach and the carpet.

Mr. Cowell shouted three times as I felt his come flood the condom. His last thrusts were so forceful I would have fallen over if Mr. Barnes hadn’t been holding me up.

“Excellent,” said Mr. Cowell again, his rough fingers pulling on my hair. “Your body will suit our purposes perfectly.”

After their “test drive,” I was allowed to clean out my desk and go home. The next morning I still felt sore as I made my way to the twenty-eighth floor, but I had never been so eager to get to work in my life. I practically ran to Mr. Barnes’ office.

“Good morning, Rory. This isn’t where you’re working today,” Mr. Barnes said to me, “but this is where you’ll leave your suit. You do have your jockstrap on?”

I nodded and undressed. Mr. Barnes unlocked a door in his office and led me through a hallway I didn’t know existed. He used the same key to open an elevator. There were no floor buttons listed.

“When you arrive, face the window, lie back on the desk and put your legs in the air. Unless told otherwise, that’s what you will do every morning.”

As I stepped out of the elevator, I realized the entire floor was one office. The huge windows overlooked Central Park. I heard footsteps on the other side of the room. I scrambled to get on the huge mahogany desk just as I heard a door unlock.

There was Mr. Wesley! I immediately dismounted from the desk and apologized profusely. This was certainly a prank, and I’d been a complete fool.