Security Guard, Max Reynolds, follows the sound of an alarm up to the forbidden floor of the Stonewell mansion. The only alarming thing he finds is his new boss, bare naked and ready to fuck!
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“Stay,” a deep, stern voice commanded.
No doubt, this was Mr. Stonewell. He had Calvin Klein model good looks. The kind that earn you authority and respect. Hints of silver ran through his hair.
But mostly what I noticed was the massive hard-on he sported under his rippling abs. His cock looked about eight inches; twice the size of mine.
He looked me over too, squinting discerningly. That beeping noise ringing in the background. It crossed my mind that he probably knew I was sporting a man-thong under my uniform.
“You’re the new guard,” he said, but it wasn’t a question. “What’s your name?”
“Reynolds,” I answered, as he turned away from me and walked to the wall. “Max Reynolds,” I corrected. He flicked a switch and the beeping stopped.
“You’re a rule breaker, Max” he said. My heart sunk. It had been a test. “Come on,” he walked past me out of the bedroom. I followed, not sure if I was about to be fired.
We crossed the hall to the next room. Mr. Stonewell opened the door and disappearing into its darkness. I hesitated. “Come,” he demanded. I stepped in and he shut the door behind me.
“Mr. Stonewell. Look, I’m really sorry about popping in on you. I was just—” a dim light flicked on.
We were in a different kind of bedroom. My eyes fell on a bed of luxurious burgundy sheets. Black restraints dangling from its legs. Holy Shit.
Click. Mr. Stonewell, standing behind me, removed my weapons belt from my waist. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said, whirling around and backing away. He cinched the belt around his bare hips.
“Max. You must be punished for your defiance,” he said.
“Punished, no, I—” Mr. Stonewell removed the police baton from the belt and snapped it to full length with a flick of his wrist. “Take it easy, man,” I held up my hands, as if that would protect me from this hulk of a man.
Heart pounding, I considered my options. I could make a run for it. Even with my military training, fighting Stonewell would be a risk. I eyed his massive cock, intimidated by that alone. He could grab me, throw me down. Overpower me.
In the tight mesh that held my cock captive, I felt a twinge of desire. Stonewell’s eyes hypnotized me. He was fierce. A beast. I wanted him to punish me.
“Turn around, Max,” he demanded. Slowly, I obeyed.
Powerful hands swiftly forced my wrists together behind my back and bound them tight with latex tape. He unzipped my pants and they fell around my ankles. I was exposed, my ass vulnerable with nothing but a piece of dental floss over it. I felt my cock swelling bigger.
Stonewell grabbed me and I gasped. My cock and balls vanished in his big hand. “You’re tiny,” he said. “What a disappointment.” I could feel his massive eight-incher prodding my back. He shoved me down onto the bed.
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