Trevor's Side Project
Typically, my boss messages me with directions at exactly
7:00 am each day. The nature of my work is a private matter between us.
Essentially, I assist in managing the interests of his company.
The message for today: meet Trevor at 8:00 am at the office; he will
provide further details.
It’s frequent to receive instructions on where to go, with the details coming
later. Overall, Trevor was a decent colleague. We had collaborated on several
projects before, and he consistently presented himself well and maintained a
professional demeanor. No unnecessary complications. That’s crucial in this
field.
In this profession, that's significant. Trevor's distinctive
trait, which stirs controversy within the organization, is that he is openly
gay and a bold sadist. I witnessed him perform acts on another man—harsh,
undeniably sexual acts—that I would not dare to recount; however, they did aid
us in obtaining the necessary intelligence. Our employer prioritizes outcomes
over tactics, and Trevor delivers results. Unlike certain hired thugs, I don’t
object to his approach. It doesn’t bother me at all.
I picked up my keys, wallet, and gun before making my way to the office. Setting the scene aside, I certainly did not anticipate walking in on Trevor in the act of pleasuring a bound and gagged man. It caught me completely off guard.
"Mmmph!! Unnnph!!" the captive whined. It was evident that he was
forced into this situation.
"What’s going on here?" I inquired. "Is this the
assignment?"
Trevor chuckled, glanced up, and greeted me with a grin while continuing to
stroke the defenseless man's erection.
"Nope," he replied. "Just having a little fun."
"Oh?"
The adorable young man was clearly not wearing any underwear during his morning jog. The shape of his dick was unmistakably visible. When something like that stands out, it's only natural for people to take notice and respond accordingly. Wouldn't you agree, young man?
"MMNNNPH!!" The unfortunate guy fought against the ropes that securely held him to the bench. I observed faint bite marks and remnants of saliva surrounding both of his nipples.
I stood there wondering why Trevor decided to act on this dude. Every thing about him was average; from the way he looked to his less than stellar dick.
"So, what's the plan?" I inquired, remaining unfazed by the situation I had stumbled upon, as I was primarily a professional with tasks to complete.
"We're taking care of an amateur on the north side. It won’t take more than a couple of hours."
"Let’s get going, then."
"Just a moment. We're almost finished," Trevor replied.
As if on cue, the cock on the subdued boy began to cum. It's not like I've seen many guys blow their load, but his eruption was huge; the only thing that wasn't average about this guy. Shooting eight or nine ropes of white gold (that's what I like to call it) with the first soaring over his head, landing on the floor. The next one hit Trevor in his face, which he wasn't expecting but looked disappointed none-the-less because his mouth was closed at the time. The remaining shots landed on the captive boy's duct tapped mouth or on his thin body. After he had been thoroughly milked, his body had been covered in cum and he even managed to hit Trevor in his face too.
Moments after, Trevor began to cruelly polish the boy's cock head with the cum covered palm of his right hand. Faster and faster, he rubbed, never releasing the shaft from the tight grip of his left hand. The reaction was immediate and emphatic.
"MMMM!!! MMMM!! MMMM!!!" the boy squealed,
writhing from post-orgasm torment, again testing the integrity of his bindings
through struggle. They did not loosen.
"This is what you get," Trevor taunted. "This
is what happens to cute, fit boys who exercise in public without
underwear."
"MMNNNN!!"
"Ahem," I interjected, pointing to my watch and if I'm being honest, he isn't what I consider fit. I thought the gays were big on quality with very high standards. I guess these things weren't as important to Trevor.
"Fine," Trevor said, failing to hide his annoyance at being rushed. "You straight guys just don't get it." He looked at me with mild disappointment.
"Whatever gets you off," I replied. "But
we've got work now."
Trevor stood up, not bothering to cover the very impressive bulge in his pants and turned towards the bathroom. "Let
me wash my hands and face first, then we'll be off."
"What are you gonna do about him?" I asked.
"He'll be ready for round three by the time we get
back," Trevor said. with a devilish grin.
"MMMNN!!" the boy protested.
"That's right, boy. You're not going anywhere,"
Trevor laughed. "That was just two loads. A young virile guy like you surely has
more to offer."
"NNNNNHHH!!"
I said, "You're a piece of work," then asked, "Do you do this sort of thing often?"
Trevor gave me the most devilish grin, then went to clean up.
