[Sledge didn't know quite how to respond. It was so forthright and the fact that Merriell seemed to understand him far better than he allowed himself to understand his own being. It was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. Why was he letting Merriell control this interaction? He was his subordinate but something in him had had trouble commanding and it'd only gotten worse when he'd taken a hold of that infernal tie.
His eyes met Merriell's again as the distance was shortened slightly.]
My office is hardly the place. [But there was no resolve in that, As surely as the other had a hold of his tie, he had a hold on Sledge too.]
You still ain't really stoppin' me, though. [Merriell's eyes glittered with mischief. He was working entirely on the premise that those half-denials meant something actually interested Mr. Sledge, but on a level he couldn't admit to himself, never mind out loud. Even though he was holding out on this, it still wasn't to the point of an explicit "no," which Merriell had told him would end everything.]
You wanna try it too. Bein' good as you are, I bet there's part of you that wants to be so bad I couldn't even imagine. Why not start here.
[If Mr. Sledge thought the distance between them meant complete safety, he was very wrong, and the hard downward roll of Merriell's hips that followed his words made that very clear.]
[Sledge wanted to argue with him but the words stopped in his throat and he couldn't deny it. It wasn't wrong. He had wanted to be bad but he'd never made any move to do so. He couldn't.
But now Merriell was pushing it on him and all he had to do was accept it, follow his lead. This really was like selling his soul. His parents would've been mortified.]
Fuck.
[Sledge cursed when the other's hips pressed down into his, eyes widening at the shock of the vulgar action and the fact that it felt far too good.]
[There it was. Not even the most token of objections but a shocked exclamation. Merriell shivered when he swore, just in case Mr. Sledge had any lingering doubt in his mind that he really enjoyed the concept of this slow corruption, then pulled his boss in for a kiss more slowly than the first time. He wanted Mr. Sledge to feel every second of his capitulation now that there was no chance of him fighting back.
Even without the violence of the first kiss, Merriell still kissed him with a fierce desire which seemed to confirm his statement that he wanted it just as badly. If this were some kind of long con against Mr. Sledge that Merriell was just setting into motion, he'd have to be the world's greatest actor to suck on his tongue and bite at his lips like he couldn't help himself if he tried.]
[Sledge didn't turn his head this time but submitted to Merriell's
kiss more willingly than before. He'd never kissed a man before Merriell
had taken that first one and god it felt good. Too good. He didnt open up
to the kiss easily, the way Merriell sucked on his tongue sent shivers down
his spine, pleasure pooling in his groin.
He had never imagined anything like this, this intense. His lips
swollen at the attention of his teeth and he wasn't sure he'd done a damned
thing but take it all in. The weight of the other on him was yet another
distraction. Still, the worry of some one walking in on this scene was
gnawing at his mind.]
I should lock the door. [the words were spoken breathlessly against
his lips, feeling feverish as his hands came to Merriell's chest as if to
push him back before he became too lost he couldn't see simplest of reason.]
[It was very obvious that Mr. Sledge was out of his depth, whether from the unrelenting nature of Merriell's kisses or just because he was still having trouble shaking off his worries. However, it was also very obvious that he was loving every single moment; if possible, Merriell thought that he might have wanted it even more than he showed on the outside, what with the way he kept trembling.
Merriell's smile when Mr. Sledge mentioned locking the door was small and subtle, but it was more than enough to cause distinct worry in anyone who saw it, and for good reason.]
I ain't just lettin' you walk away now that I finally got you. [Still... this one allowance was only fair when Mr. Sledge had capitulated on so much, and not giving him this could destroy the whole thing if, heaven forbid, someone did interrupt.
So he climbed off his boss's lap, turned the chair around to face the door, but kept his grip on the tie so that the back loop encircled Mr. Sledge's throat and he kept the end like a leash. That was how he'd keep him from getting away.]
[Sledge stared at him when he slid off his lap, still holding the
tie and it was finally truly clear to him exactly how it was being used.
This was filthy and so wrong. But he knew he liked it, far more than he
should have. Something truly was wrong with him.
Sledge got up, feeling the tie shift ever so slightly with each
movement. He couldn't get away and locking the door was a courtesy
his subordinate was allowing him. He was well aware of the fact and he
didn't want to get away but quickly get the door locked, feeling safer when
it was. At least no one else could possibly bear witness.]
Thank you. [Shit. Why was he saying that?] Do you do this
often? [His habit of questioning things was unchangeable.]
Merriell's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. He actually looked giddy. Because not only was this working, but Mr. Sledge was taking to it like a fish to water. The thought reminded him of something he should correct before they went too much farther, but he'd answer the question first.]
You gotta learn to be more specific. I'm doin' an awful lot here, ain't I? [He didn't laugh so much as giggle, still strangely ecstatic, and with their new set up he decided to press himself against Mr. Sledge's back instead of moving in front of him again; he pulled the tie taut enough to keep him in place with just a hint of discomfort, then leaned forward until their cheeks were pressed together.] I always take charge. If that answers your question.
What's your first name, Mr. Sledge? [He tacked that on casually, but if his boss really did have a good understanding of what was going on here, he'd probably know why. And be smart enough to answer.]
[Sledge inhaled sharply as he felt Merriell pressing against his back. Instinct made him want to pull away, create some form of distance or at least place himself face to face with him again but he couldn't. The tie was pressed tight against his throat with the clear command to stay and he did.] Close enough. [There was more to what he had meant but he decided that he didn't care to ask, didn't care to word anything so specifically just then. It was uncomfortable enough as it was.]
Eugene. [Sledge answered, pressing his lips together and he was quite certain that was probably the last Mr. Sledge he would be hearing for a while now.]
[Merriell repeated it slowly, rolling the name around on his tongue. It suited him: cute, a little nerdy, very Southern but not in a hayseed way. Perfect name.]
Well, Eugene, you can call me Mr. Shelton or Sir 'til we're done here. Whatever you like better. [Eugene's body was so tense against Merriell's, every muscle coiled tight. He had the strong but not unpleasant aroma of a very clean and well-groomed man who was still sweating profusely about him. Fear and excitement made one hell of a nervous cocktail.
He slid his head down from its position level with Eugene's to press his nose against Eugene's slender neck, kissing under and around his jaw since the actual skin of his throat was covered by the tie. They were soft, dry, almost soothing kisses, and mostly meant to draw Eugene's attention away from the fact that Merriell was reaching around his body until the moment when he cupped a hand over Eugene's crotch.]
[Sledge's eyes widened just slightly. The instructions still managed to surprise him even if they shouldn't have. Clearly Merriell was aiming to be in control, in charge and words, title had power in this world. Sledge knew that as well as anyone. He clenched his jaw briefly, his pride rebelling against the situation he found himself in but another part of him pushed back, wanting this, something awakened by Merriell.] Okay. [An agreement to the demand that hadn't left him room to deny in the first place. It was pride that forced him to make it seem as if there was a choice.
His eyes shut as he felt Merriell's lips pressing to his jaw, a simple pleasure drawing all of his attention. The slight of hand, or lips, had worked and Sledge stiffened again when he felt Merriell's hand over his crotch, Merriell finding the evidence of how this interaction was affecting him, his cock half hard, hips pressing forward slightly, instinctively to the touch.]
You meant "yessir," didn't you? 'Course you did, you're still learnin'. Just get it right next time.
[He'd never had so much fun in his life. What he'd said to Eugene was true - he was pretty much always the dominant partner in sexual situations - but never to this extreme, and never with someone who pushed back even with the ways he gave in. Merriell wanted to shame (and eventually fuck) Eugene harder every time he asserted himself even the tiniest bit, which was why things like the tie-collar and demanding not just titles but yessir kept happening.
This was a beautifully symbiotic relationship in that way. Eugene just kept inspiring him to make it better.]
Look what you got waitin' here for me, ain't that thoughtful. [He closed his fingers more tightly around Eugene's length and started to move his hand in slow, lazy strokes, nudging the first stage of his own erection into the cleft of Eugene's ass and rolling his hips with the same easy rhythm so that Eugene could feel every second of him getting hard.] And still got growin' to do, too. I can't decide how I wanna use it first.
[God, he wanted to argue. That prideful part of him that was still so loud even as he was giving in.]
Yessir.
[His agreement, his getting it right. There was another notch of his pride stripped away from him by Merriell and yet he was getting harder. Arousal was no stranger to him, he'd just never indulged in another man's body ever. It was sinful, this was so sinful more so than anything he'd ever imagined on his own. But even so it felt right.
Teeth dug into his bottom lip as he refused to make a sound as Merriell stroked him, his body responding to it, another man's touch for the first time. God he'd been aching for it so long and he never thought he'd have it. It'd been unattainable. His head dropped slightly, staring at the sight of Merriell touching him even as he felt him behind. It should have disgusted him to feel him rocking against his ass, getting harder, speaking filthy things.
But all it did was turn him on.]
God... [He wasn't sure if he was praying or cursing just then.]
Use it? [He questioned, there was a pause before adding:] Sir
This probably ain't the best time for you to be callin' on Him, Eugene.
[Merriell grew up religious as well, of course, but he was blessed with a strong enough sense of self that he easily gave the church two middle fingers once he got old enough to realize how many ways it didn't and wouldn't accept him. A combination of factors here made him feel like Eugene probably had a better relationship with the man upstairs, but one involving some compromises.
He reeked of Down Home Southern Goodness, after all, and that meant he had to be God-fearing. If it made this more of a thrill for Merriell, he wasn't saying as much, but he also knew how severely off-colour the joke was full well.]
Use it. You know how to use your damn dick, don't you, it ain't just there to piss through. [Sometimes it was a bit spooky how level and unaffected Merriell's voice could remain while he fired off statements like that, ones which should've dripped with mockery or disdain but packed twice the punch in his deep, almost bored monotone.] I know I'm gonna fuck you, but this is startin' to feel like a dick that'd fit real nice down my throat too. Think you could last through both?
[Eugene didn't respond to the statement about God. He couldn't. There was nothing he could say. Would God forgive him for this? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure he wanted forgiveness yet. It all felt far too good to ask for it yet either. He'd have to stop if that were the case and he had to admit that he didn't want Merriell to stop.
The way Merriell continued speaking was an oddity. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made the words burr at him so deeply. He closed his eyes, if he wanted to he could say that he wasn't into this, he was being strong armed but that would have been a lie and God would have known it. He could have stopped all of this by simply saying 'no' instead he was full of yes, not just yes but yessirs.
While he'd never been with a man before, never felt a man's touch before now or one's mouth he'd certainly had enough of his own hand, perhaps too much if he were being honest. And if nothing else his pride only allowed for one answer.]
Yessir. [The images of the other fucking him were as vivid as the idea of burying his cock in that mouth that spoke such vulgar things. He'd had a taste of how both could feel like from Merriell already, hints at it.]
[The ability to sound unaffected was an extremely valuable gift. Even when he didn't have just the right words, good enough words delivered in his tone were usually enough to crawl right up under people's skin.
He didn't exactly need to try too hard with Eugene now, though. Now that the defenses were down, he could feel Eugene melting into every single thing he did and said. Merriell had been right about him, but he also had much more to offer than anyone could've imagined, or at least he'd say he did.
And Merriell felt like he'd do anything he could to keep his word or at least keep from disappointing, so there was no potential for a bad outcome.]
Come on. [He pulled away from Eugene's body with no warning or preamble, yanking hard on the tie and using it to drag him back to his desk. Once they got there, he shoved Eugene back against it so hard it nearly qualified as a throw, then dropped to his knees (the pressure on Eugene's neck finally relaxing now that Merriell felt he was completely in thrall) and made swift work of Eugene's slacks and underwear. Merriell's hands slid around his body and cupped his ass, bringing his hips forward to receive open-mouthed kisses all over his inner thighs and hipbones.
This all happened very, very fast. Almost too fast to process. And that was very much by design, like everything else.]
[When Merriell's body was suddenly gone it was an empty sensation of loss that Eugene didn't know how to explain. But he didn't have time to think about it, not when the tie was yanked on, near painful to get him moving. He wouldn't be surprised if he ended up with some bruising. He was ashamed of the hot twist that made in his stomach. Fuck. He was Satan's property now it seemed, utterly.
Eugene felt disgusted with himself as he fell back into the chair hard, manhandled by Merriell before he saw him drop to his knees. The pressure subsided he reached up to press his finger against his throat, between the tie and his skin, rubbing the skin for mere moments before dropping it away.
He didn't protest as he was stripped down, exposed to Merriell but he couldn't look at him either, staring to the side and his jaw clenched. He wanted it but he was humiliated too made fresh by the exposure that had come so quickly but he'd already submitted so that mattered little but even with that he still managed to have more shame.
The pleasure, though, Eugene hardly knew what to do as the other's hands cupped his ass. A new sensation but one that held an echo of something familiar as kisses pressed over his thighs and his hips his hard length now fully erect aching for attention that he'd denied it for so long.]
Please sir... [His pride taking another beating though he still refused to look down and witness the source of his shame.]
[Little things Eugene did seemed to give Merriell a strange, almost innocent sort of glee. Tiny gestures that proved another crack had opened up in Eugene's defenses, which should have made him wickedly happy, but instead left him with a stupid, beaming grin. Just like when when Eugene had accidentally thanked him. Now he'd started to beg of his own accord, and Merriell once again felt like he could burst into giggles.]
You're such a good boy, Eugene. [Something close to affection was rising in him, and that was all wrong for the situation as well as being straight out of nowhere; he'd stalked Eugene like a predator, not mooned around after him in a lovesick haze. Where was this coming from?
The best way not to think about it was to occupy himself, and he did have a task in front of him. Mindful of the fact that he wanted Eugene to last, he neither teased him nor took him in all at once for the shock factor, instead opening his mouth around Eugene's cock to begin what would probably prove to be a very average blow job. He had his own pride that stung for it, yes - especially after being begged - but it was for the long game.]
[That should have been a blow to his pride, being called a good boy like one would a dog after being led around by the leash of his tie but he couldn't take offense. It made him feel warm again, pleased. He couldn't help but look at Merriell then, taking in the expression on his face which seemed odd and out of place.
But maybe that was just because his face was so... was so what? Eugene couldn't think of a proper word to describe it.]
Oh G-... Sir. [Even as he was in the midst of getting his very first blow job he some how remembered that this was no place for Him, this was a place for Sir, for Mr. Shelton alone. And being that he had no experience he had no way of knowing this was an average blow job. All he knew was the warm heat that took him in, his hips wanting to push up further into that mouth.
One hand reached out unbidden to grip the other's hair, anchoring himself and trying not to moan too loudly, biting his lip hard enough to nearly open it.]
[This was Eugene's last chance for control of the situation, whether he realized that or not. Even that level of control would prove to be minute, but giving was as powerful as withholding sometimes, and Merriell liked to give everything with his blow jobs. Suck any last objections right out of people, as it were.
So when he felt even the slightest twitch in someone's legs, he'd immediately coax them to give in, and he did the same with Eugene - gripping his ass even harder, he urged his boss to meet him halfway with thrusts that would push his cock right to the back of Merriell's throat. The tug on his hair got a shameless little moan out of him, the vibration traveling along the entire surface of Eugene's cock when he had him that deep.
Meanwhile, his eyes were rolled up to watch Eugene the entire time, never breaking focus. It didn't matter how hard Eugene thrust into his mouth, how low his own head dipped, he'd keep watching.]
[Eugene kept biting his lip, harder when he felt the moan vibrating throughout his cock. His hand twisted in Merriell's hair at that, head pressed back as he tried tasted blood on his tongue from where his teeth had split his lip. Fuck.
Merriell's hands gripping at his ass wasn't lost on him, the sensation that went straight to his cock as well wasn't lost in the more overwhelming pleasure of his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into that wicked mouth, sucking on his bottom lip as he did and still desperate not to make any sounds.
He nearly forgot that he wasn't supposed to come, the white heat so close and that pinnacle of pleasure was some deep thrusts away but he tugged at Merriell's hair trying to pull him off his cock when he couldn't verbalize that he wouldn't last. Or refused to.]
[Well. He really was a good boy, stopping Merriell from getting him off when he got distracted by the show and didn't feel the signs of it coming on. He sat back on his haunches and tilted his head up at Eugene as they both caught their breath, content to watch him struggle with his arousal for a second or two until he noticed the bloody spot on his lip.
That got him up in a hurry, leaning right in close as he was so fond of doing, and he pressed the pad of his thumb against the split in Eugene's lip just a bit too hard. When he pulled it away and the cut welled with fresh blood, he closed the distance between their faces and took Eugene's whole lower lip into his mouth, soothing the spot with his tongue.]
[Eugene had let go of his lip when the other pulled away from him. All he wanted was to drag that delicious mouth to his cock, finish what'd been started. He'd never felt anything like that before but he'd said he could take both and he would. His pride wouldn't let him give into it even if he had a feeling Merriell would take some satisfaction in it.
His eyes followed Merriell as he got in too close again, unsettling Eugene. He winced was the othe'rs thumb pressed against the tender wound. His eyes widened as he started sucking his lip, feeling his tongue against that wound and a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Fingers reached up to grab his arm but what was he trying to do, push him away? Pull him closer? He didn't know anymore.
God his cock was aching for the final attention it needed, leaking between his legs and he was moaning over Merriell sucking his lip. God, what had he turned into?]
[Whatever he'd turned into, it was even fucking sexier than Merriell had known was possible when he'd planned this day. Yes, it was playing out somewhat like he expected, but only in that he'd known he would have Mr. Sledge - Eugene - one way or another.
It just so happened that he was getting Eugene in all the best ways possible: keyed up, eager, nearly desperate, and absolute putty in his hands.
Merriell broke his focus on Eugene's split lip to kiss him more thoroughly as he pulled something out of his slacks pocket, then quickly shoved them and his underwear to the floor as well. Slammed down on the desk beside Eugene were a single-use packet of lube and a condom, but Merriell left them there for the time being, because he still had something else important to do that would take both hands.
He pulled back, giving Eugene a quick look filled with his own desperate need, then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the desk. One hand on the back of his head, one on his hip, he bent Eugene in the middle and slammed his face against the surface of the desk more than hard enough to bruise. He was going to come out of here looking like he'd gone several rounds with Merriell in a different way. Then, once he was in position, he moved the hand on Eugene's hip to between his shoulderblades and once again grabbed onto his tie; the way he jerked it both up and toward himself lifted Eugene's head off the desk again and pressed hard against his windpipe.]
[Eugene hadn't expected his day to go like this. He hadn't expected the moment that Merriell started coming onto him that he would end up so desperate for it, humiliated and thoroughly at Merriell's mercy -- but loving every moment of it. His body craving it, craving Merriell in a way that seemed to defy logic and certainly his sense of morality.
The kiss had done little to calm that torment inside of him, though his lip was throbbing by the time they had stopped kissing though he was sure the bleeding was lessened at least until it was bitten or otherwise irritated again. Which, seeing the items Merriell pulled out and put on the desk and then quickly given the sight of the other man's cock he had a feeling he'd be biting hard soon enough and he couldn't explain why that sent a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck.
He didn't have much time to dwell because Merriell had other plans for him and he was now fully submitted, not resisting when he grabbed him, maneuvering him until he was painfully slammed down against the desk, bent at the middle. A groan escaped him, the pain blossoming from his cheek and he sucked in a harsh breath. It was hardly over for him as he felt the weight of Merriell's hand against the back.
Another sound escaped Eugene, though this was more of a pained cry than a groan as he was jerked roughly by the tie, his head lifted, a strangled sound following as the tie pressed painfully against his throat, not choking him yet but restricting his breathing enough that he worried about it doing more.]
Sir... [His hand reached to try and loosen the tie instinctively. With that going on he didn't even have time to panic about what else was certainly about to happen with a man he barely knew. A man, and he wanted it so badly. Would God ever forgive him? He wasn't sure. Did he even want that forgiveness?]
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Date: 2016-09-15 02:15 am (UTC)His eyes met Merriell's again as the distance was shortened slightly.]
My office is hardly the place. [But there was no resolve in that, As surely as the other had a hold of his tie, he had a hold on Sledge too.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 02:31 am (UTC)You wanna try it too. Bein' good as you are, I bet there's part of you that wants to be so bad I couldn't even imagine. Why not start here.
[If Mr. Sledge thought the distance between them meant complete safety, he was very wrong, and the hard downward roll of Merriell's hips that followed his words made that very clear.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 03:25 am (UTC)But now Merriell was pushing it on him and all he had to do was accept it, follow his lead. This really was like selling his soul. His parents would've been mortified.]
Fuck.
[Sledge cursed when the other's hips pressed down into his, eyes widening at the shock of the vulgar action and the fact that it felt far too good.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 03:53 am (UTC)Even without the violence of the first kiss, Merriell still kissed him with a fierce desire which seemed to confirm his statement that he wanted it just as badly. If this were some kind of long con against Mr. Sledge that Merriell was just setting into motion, he'd have to be the world's greatest actor to suck on his tongue and bite at his lips like he couldn't help himself if he tried.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 04:14 am (UTC)[Sledge didn't turn his head this time but submitted to Merriell's kiss more willingly than before. He'd never kissed a man before Merriell had taken that first one and god it felt good. Too good. He didnt open up to the kiss easily, the way Merriell sucked on his tongue sent shivers down his spine, pleasure pooling in his groin.
He had never imagined anything like this, this intense. His lips swollen at the attention of his teeth and he wasn't sure he'd done a damned thing but take it all in. The weight of the other on him was yet another distraction. Still, the worry of some one walking in on this scene was gnawing at his mind.]
I should lock the door. [the words were spoken breathlessly against his lips, feeling feverish as his hands came to Merriell's chest as if to push him back before he became too lost he couldn't see simplest of reason.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 04:59 am (UTC)Merriell's smile when Mr. Sledge mentioned locking the door was small and subtle, but it was more than enough to cause distinct worry in anyone who saw it, and for good reason.]
I ain't just lettin' you walk away now that I finally got you. [Still... this one allowance was only fair when Mr. Sledge had capitulated on so much, and not giving him this could destroy the whole thing if, heaven forbid, someone did interrupt.
So he climbed off his boss's lap, turned the chair around to face the door, but kept his grip on the tie so that the back loop encircled Mr. Sledge's throat and he kept the end like a leash. That was how he'd keep him from getting away.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:19 am (UTC)[Sledge stared at him when he slid off his lap, still holding the tie and it was finally truly clear to him exactly how it was being used. This was filthy and so wrong. But he knew he liked it, far more than he should have. Something truly was wrong with him.
Sledge got up, feeling the tie shift ever so slightly with each movement. He couldn't get away and locking the door was a courtesy his subordinate was allowing him. He was well aware of the fact and he didn't want to get away but quickly get the door locked, feeling safer when it was. At least no one else could possibly bear witness.]
Thank you. [Shit. Why was he saying that?] Do you do this often? [His habit of questioning things was unchangeable.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:37 am (UTC)Merriell's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. He actually looked giddy. Because not only was this working, but Mr. Sledge was taking to it like a fish to water. The thought reminded him of something he should correct before they went too much farther, but he'd answer the question first.]
You gotta learn to be more specific. I'm doin' an awful lot here, ain't I? [He didn't laugh so much as giggle, still strangely ecstatic, and with their new set up he decided to press himself against Mr. Sledge's back instead of moving in front of him again; he pulled the tie taut enough to keep him in place with just a hint of discomfort, then leaned forward until their cheeks were pressed together.] I always take charge. If that answers your question.
What's your first name, Mr. Sledge? [He tacked that on casually, but if his boss really did have a good understanding of what was going on here, he'd probably know why. And be smart enough to answer.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 06:51 am (UTC)Eugene. [Sledge answered, pressing his lips together and he was quite certain that was probably the last Mr. Sledge he would be hearing for a while now.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 07:33 am (UTC)[Merriell repeated it slowly, rolling the name around on his tongue. It suited him: cute, a little nerdy, very Southern but not in a hayseed way. Perfect name.]
Well, Eugene, you can call me Mr. Shelton or Sir 'til we're done here. Whatever you like better. [Eugene's body was so tense against Merriell's, every muscle coiled tight. He had the strong but not unpleasant aroma of a very clean and well-groomed man who was still sweating profusely about him. Fear and excitement made one hell of a nervous cocktail.
He slid his head down from its position level with Eugene's to press his nose against Eugene's slender neck, kissing under and around his jaw since the actual skin of his throat was covered by the tie. They were soft, dry, almost soothing kisses, and mostly meant to draw Eugene's attention away from the fact that Merriell was reaching around his body until the moment when he cupped a hand over Eugene's crotch.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 07:42 am (UTC)His eyes shut as he felt Merriell's lips pressing to his jaw, a simple pleasure drawing all of his attention. The slight of hand, or lips, had worked and Sledge stiffened again when he felt Merriell's hand over his crotch, Merriell finding the evidence of how this interaction was affecting him, his cock half hard, hips pressing forward slightly, instinctively to the touch.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 07:58 am (UTC)[He'd never had so much fun in his life. What he'd said to Eugene was true - he was pretty much always the dominant partner in sexual situations - but never to this extreme, and never with someone who pushed back even with the ways he gave in. Merriell wanted to shame (and eventually fuck) Eugene harder every time he asserted himself even the tiniest bit, which was why things like the tie-collar and demanding not just titles but yessir kept happening.
This was a beautifully symbiotic relationship in that way. Eugene just kept inspiring him to make it better.]
Look what you got waitin' here for me, ain't that thoughtful. [He closed his fingers more tightly around Eugene's length and started to move his hand in slow, lazy strokes, nudging the first stage of his own erection into the cleft of Eugene's ass and rolling his hips with the same easy rhythm so that Eugene could feel every second of him getting hard.] And still got growin' to do, too. I can't decide how I wanna use it first.
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Date: 2016-09-15 08:07 am (UTC)Yessir.
[His agreement, his getting it right. There was another notch of his pride stripped away from him by Merriell and yet he was getting harder. Arousal was no stranger to him, he'd just never indulged in another man's body ever. It was sinful, this was so sinful more so than anything he'd ever imagined on his own. But even so it felt right.
Teeth dug into his bottom lip as he refused to make a sound as Merriell stroked him, his body responding to it, another man's touch for the first time. God he'd been aching for it so long and he never thought he'd have it. It'd been unattainable. His head dropped slightly, staring at the sight of Merriell touching him even as he felt him behind. It should have disgusted him to feel him rocking against his ass, getting harder, speaking filthy things.
But all it did was turn him on.]
God... [He wasn't sure if he was praying or cursing just then.]
Use it? [He questioned, there was a pause before adding:] Sir
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Date: 2016-09-15 09:20 am (UTC)[Merriell grew up religious as well, of course, but he was blessed with a strong enough sense of self that he easily gave the church two middle fingers once he got old enough to realize how many ways it didn't and wouldn't accept him. A combination of factors here made him feel like Eugene probably had a better relationship with the man upstairs, but one involving some compromises.
He reeked of Down Home Southern Goodness, after all, and that meant he had to be God-fearing. If it made this more of a thrill for Merriell, he wasn't saying as much, but he also knew how severely off-colour the joke was full well.]
Use it. You know how to use your damn dick, don't you, it ain't just there to piss through. [Sometimes it was a bit spooky how level and unaffected Merriell's voice could remain while he fired off statements like that, ones which should've dripped with mockery or disdain but packed twice the punch in his deep, almost bored monotone.] I know I'm gonna fuck you, but this is startin' to feel like a dick that'd fit real nice down my throat too. Think you could last through both?
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Date: 2016-09-15 09:28 am (UTC)The way Merriell continued speaking was an oddity. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made the words burr at him so deeply. He closed his eyes, if he wanted to he could say that he wasn't into this, he was being strong armed but that would have been a lie and God would have known it. He could have stopped all of this by simply saying 'no' instead he was full of yes, not just yes but yessirs.
While he'd never been with a man before, never felt a man's touch before now or one's mouth he'd certainly had enough of his own hand, perhaps too much if he were being honest. And if nothing else his pride only allowed for one answer.]
Yessir. [The images of the other fucking him were as vivid as the idea of burying his cock in that mouth that spoke such vulgar things. He'd had a taste of how both could feel like from Merriell already, hints at it.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:00 am (UTC)He didn't exactly need to try too hard with Eugene now, though. Now that the defenses were down, he could feel Eugene melting into every single thing he did and said. Merriell had been right about him, but he also had much more to offer than anyone could've imagined, or at least he'd say he did.
And Merriell felt like he'd do anything he could to keep his word or at least keep from disappointing, so there was no potential for a bad outcome.]
Come on. [He pulled away from Eugene's body with no warning or preamble, yanking hard on the tie and using it to drag him back to his desk. Once they got there, he shoved Eugene back against it so hard it nearly qualified as a throw, then dropped to his knees (the pressure on Eugene's neck finally relaxing now that Merriell felt he was completely in thrall) and made swift work of Eugene's slacks and underwear. Merriell's hands slid around his body and cupped his ass, bringing his hips forward to receive open-mouthed kisses all over his inner thighs and hipbones.
This all happened very, very fast. Almost too fast to process. And that was very much by design, like everything else.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:12 am (UTC)Eugene felt disgusted with himself as he fell back into the chair hard, manhandled by Merriell before he saw him drop to his knees. The pressure subsided he reached up to press his finger against his throat, between the tie and his skin, rubbing the skin for mere moments before dropping it away.
He didn't protest as he was stripped down, exposed to Merriell but he couldn't look at him either, staring to the side and his jaw clenched. He wanted it but he was humiliated too made fresh by the exposure that had come so quickly but he'd already submitted so that mattered little but even with that he still managed to have more shame.
The pleasure, though, Eugene hardly knew what to do as the other's hands cupped his ass. A new sensation but one that held an echo of something familiar as kisses pressed over his thighs and his hips his hard length now fully erect aching for attention that he'd denied it for so long.]
Please sir... [His pride taking another beating though he still refused to look down and witness the source of his shame.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:39 am (UTC)You're such a good boy, Eugene. [Something close to affection was rising in him, and that was all wrong for the situation as well as being straight out of nowhere; he'd stalked Eugene like a predator, not mooned around after him in a lovesick haze. Where was this coming from?
The best way not to think about it was to occupy himself, and he did have a task in front of him. Mindful of the fact that he wanted Eugene to last, he neither teased him nor took him in all at once for the shock factor, instead opening his mouth around Eugene's cock to begin what would probably prove to be a very average blow job. He had his own pride that stung for it, yes - especially after being begged - but it was for the long game.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:57 am (UTC)But maybe that was just because his face was so... was so what? Eugene couldn't think of a proper word to describe it.]
Oh G-... Sir. [Even as he was in the midst of getting his very first blow job he some how remembered that this was no place for Him, this was a place for Sir, for Mr. Shelton alone. And being that he had no experience he had no way of knowing this was an average blow job. All he knew was the warm heat that took him in, his hips wanting to push up further into that mouth.
One hand reached out unbidden to grip the other's hair, anchoring himself and trying not to moan too loudly, biting his lip hard enough to nearly open it.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 03:33 pm (UTC)So when he felt even the slightest twitch in someone's legs, he'd immediately coax them to give in, and he did the same with Eugene - gripping his ass even harder, he urged his boss to meet him halfway with thrusts that would push his cock right to the back of Merriell's throat. The tug on his hair got a shameless little moan out of him, the vibration traveling along the entire surface of Eugene's cock when he had him that deep.
Meanwhile, his eyes were rolled up to watch Eugene the entire time, never breaking focus. It didn't matter how hard Eugene thrust into his mouth, how low his own head dipped, he'd keep watching.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:17 pm (UTC)Merriell's hands gripping at his ass wasn't lost on him, the sensation that went straight to his cock as well wasn't lost in the more overwhelming pleasure of his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into that wicked mouth, sucking on his bottom lip as he did and still desperate not to make any sounds.
He nearly forgot that he wasn't supposed to come, the white heat so close and that pinnacle of pleasure was some deep thrusts away but he tugged at Merriell's hair trying to pull him off his cock when he couldn't verbalize that he wouldn't last. Or refused to.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:46 pm (UTC)That got him up in a hurry, leaning right in close as he was so fond of doing, and he pressed the pad of his thumb against the split in Eugene's lip just a bit too hard. When he pulled it away and the cut welled with fresh blood, he closed the distance between their faces and took Eugene's whole lower lip into his mouth, soothing the spot with his tongue.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:56 pm (UTC)His eyes followed Merriell as he got in too close again, unsettling Eugene. He winced was the othe'rs thumb pressed against the tender wound. His eyes widened as he started sucking his lip, feeling his tongue against that wound and a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Fingers reached up to grab his arm but what was he trying to do, push him away? Pull him closer? He didn't know anymore.
God his cock was aching for the final attention it needed, leaking between his legs and he was moaning over Merriell sucking his lip. God, what had he turned into?]
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:02 am (UTC)It just so happened that he was getting Eugene in all the best ways possible: keyed up, eager, nearly desperate, and absolute putty in his hands.
Merriell broke his focus on Eugene's split lip to kiss him more thoroughly as he pulled something out of his slacks pocket, then quickly shoved them and his underwear to the floor as well. Slammed down on the desk beside Eugene were a single-use packet of lube and a condom, but Merriell left them there for the time being, because he still had something else important to do that would take both hands.
He pulled back, giving Eugene a quick look filled with his own desperate need, then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the desk. One hand on the back of his head, one on his hip, he bent Eugene in the middle and slammed his face against the surface of the desk more than hard enough to bruise. He was going to come out of here looking like he'd gone several rounds with Merriell in a different way. Then, once he was in position, he moved the hand on Eugene's hip to between his shoulderblades and once again grabbed onto his tie; the way he jerked it both up and toward himself lifted Eugene's head off the desk again and pressed hard against his windpipe.]
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:19 am (UTC)The kiss had done little to calm that torment inside of him, though his lip was throbbing by the time they had stopped kissing though he was sure the bleeding was lessened at least until it was bitten or otherwise irritated again. Which, seeing the items Merriell pulled out and put on the desk and then quickly given the sight of the other man's cock he had a feeling he'd be biting hard soon enough and he couldn't explain why that sent a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck.
He didn't have much time to dwell because Merriell had other plans for him and he was now fully submitted, not resisting when he grabbed him, maneuvering him until he was painfully slammed down against the desk, bent at the middle. A groan escaped him, the pain blossoming from his cheek and he sucked in a harsh breath. It was hardly over for him as he felt the weight of Merriell's hand against the back.
Another sound escaped Eugene, though this was more of a pained cry than a groan as he was jerked roughly by the tie, his head lifted, a strangled sound following as the tie pressed painfully against his throat, not choking him yet but restricting his breathing enough that he worried about it doing more.]
Sir... [His hand reached to try and loosen the tie instinctively. With that going on he didn't even have time to panic about what else was certainly about to happen with a man he barely knew. A man, and he wanted it so badly. Would God ever forgive him? He wasn't sure. Did he even want that forgiveness?]
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