Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sterling & Associates, casting the sleek, modern office in a warm glow. The hum of productivity filled the open-plan space, punctuated by the occasional ring of a phone. The reception area was a testament to Andrew Sterling's success—modern art adorned the walls, and a few well-dressed clients sat in the plush waiting area, flipping through glossy magazines and sipping water from crystal glasses. The door to the inner sanctum of the firm swung open, and the chatter around the water cooler hushed as Andrew stepped out, followed by a man in nothing but a pair of tight white briefs.
"Everyone, meet our newest addition, Dawson Blackwood," Andrew announced, his voice projecting a sense of authority that filled the room. His eyes, a sharp steel blue, scanned the crowd, lingering a moment too long on Dawson's defined jawline and the outline of his toned abs.
"Dawson recently graduated top of his class at Harvard Law and will be a valuable asset to our team. He's already proven his worth with his... unique perspective on client relations."
A low murmur echoed through the office, and Andrew caught Marcus's eye. The older lawyer raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Unique, huh?" he said, leaning against the cool marble of the reception desk. "Well, Dawson, it's a pleasure to have you on board. I'm Marcus Reed."
Dawson flashed a charming smile, his golden hair falling just so across his forehead. Andrew interrupted: "Well, some of your are probably wondering why Dawson is here in his underwear. He has a ... unique position here at the firm. I know time's have been rough and ... well. Oh, Dawson, why don't you explain it yourself?" Andrew said, a gleam in his eye. He looked around the room, noting the mix of discomfort and interest on his employees' faces.
Dawson chuckled, a sound that was both confident and slightly mocking. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. Andrew and I have reached a... mutually beneficial agreement. I'm here to help the firm in more ways than one." He winked, and a few of the younger staff members blushed.
Ethan, the blonde paralegal with a sprinkle of freckles across his nose, looked like he might faint.
He quickly turned his attention back to the computer screen in front of him, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Andrew noticed the exchange, but said nothing, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Now, now, Dawson," Marcus interjected, his dry wit cutting through the tension. "No need to be mysterious. We're all adults here." He adjusted his tie, his eyes never leaving Dawson's form. "Just promise me you'll keep the noise down. I've got a big case coming up and can't afford any distractions."
Dawson laughed, a sound that was both genuine and dismissive. He replied: "Don't worry. I have a big case coming up as well." He smiled and looked down at his crotch.
"Speaking of big cases..." He paused, letting the innuendo hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "Let's not beat around the bush. I'm here to perform sexual acts of any nature on anyone in the office who wants to. Anytime, anyplace. That's the arrangement with Andrew." Dawson said, his voice steady and confident. He looked around the room, meeting each person's gaze, including Ethan's, who looked like he might pass out.
Andrew stepped in, his stern expression softening slightly. "Alright, everyone, back to work. Dawson, why don't you come to my office and we'll get you settled in."
As they walked away, Marcus turned to Ethan, who was still blushing. "You alright, kid?"
Ethan nodded, but his hands were shaking slightly as he typed. "Yeah, just... surprise, I guess."
Marcus chuckled. "Yeah, I bet.
Well, buckle up, kid. It's about to get a lot more interesting around here." Marcus winked, then walked back to his office, leaving Ethan to his clearly shaken state.
Meanwhile, Andrew led Dawson into his sprawling, glass-walled office. The cityscape sprawled out behind them, a constant reminder of the power and success the firm commanded. Andrew gestured for Dawson to sit on the plush leather couch, while he took his seat behind the large, wooden desk.
"Make yourself comfortable, Dawson," Andrew said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Dawson's form. "You're causing quite the stir out there."
Dawson smiled, his golden hair catching the light as he leaned back against the couch. He put his hands behind his head presenting glistening armpits hairs which send his must through the room. "Well, that's what I am here for."
Andrew chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Indeed, you are."
Dawson raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Where do you want me first?" Dawson asked, his voice casual, as if they were discussing a lunch order rather than his sexual services. He adjusted himself on the couch, his muscles flexing under his smooth skin.
Andrew's eyes flicked up to meet Dawson's gaze, then quickly darted away, his cheeks coloring slightly. He cleared his throat, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, first things first. You need to be familiar with the cases we're working on. I'll have my assistant, Ethan, bring you up to speed." Andrew stood up and there it was. Dawson could see a big bulge in Andrew's pants. Obviously his boss was interested.
Dawson nodded, his smile not faltering. "Of course." Dawson replied, his eyes flicking down to Andrew's crotch for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "I'm sure Ethan and I will get along just fine."
Andrew's smile tightened. He had recognized Dawson's look at his crotch. "First of all, come to our morning conference." Andrew looked at his watch. "It starts ... right now. Let's go to the conference room." Andrew said, standing up from his desk. He adjusted his suit, trying to hide his growing erection. Dawson stood up as well, his body barely covered by the thin white briefs. Andrew led the way out of his office, down the hall, and into the large conference room.
The room was filled with male lawyers and male paralegals, all sitting around a large mahogany table. Marcus was already there, looking at his notes, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at Andrew and Dawson. Ethan was also there, his eyes widening as Dawson entered the room.
"Alright, everyone," Andrew said, walking to the head of the table and sitting down. Dawson looked around - there was no chair left for him, something Andrew spotted as well. "Take a seat," Andrew almost commanded and pointed at his lap. Dawson could still see his boss's subsiding erection.
He slowly walked towards Andrew and without any hesitation, he sat down on Andrew's lap. The room fell silent except for the sound of sharp intake of breath from Ethan. Marcus's smirk widened as he looked at the two men.
"Comfortable?" Andrew asked, his voice tight.
Dawson nodded, settling himself against Andrew's hard body. "Very." He replied, his voice low and casual, as if sitting on a boss's lap during a meeting was an everyday occurrence. He could feel his boss's erection starting to go up again. It was a strange situation, but also incredibly exciting. He had a plan and he was going to stick to it.
Andrew quickly regained his composure and started the meeting. "Alright, let's get started. Dawson, this is a chance for you to meet the team and get up to speed on our current cases."
Dawson leaned back slightly, his hand resting casually on Andrew's thigh. "Sounds great," he replied, his voice calm and collected. "I'm looking forward to getting started."
Marcus cleared his throat, looking up from his notebook. "Well, as Andrew mentioned, we have a big case coming up." Marcus then stopped as he looked at Dawson's underwear. Marcus almost gasped. Dawson white underwear was stretching almost to breaking point. The new guy was sporting an erection Marcus had never seen before. Marcus quickly tried to regain composure. "As I was saying, we have a big case coming up. The Johnson vs. Johnson divorce case. It's a complicated one, with a lot of moving parts." He looked at Dawson, his eyes flicking briefly to the prominent bulge in his underwear before meeting his gaze. "Dawson, you'll be working closely with Ethan on the research for this case."
Dawson nodded, his hand absentmindedly stroking Andrew's thigh. "Sounds good. I'm looking forward to it."
Andrew cleared his throat, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks. He stopped for a moment and looked at his staff. Then he propped himself up and whispered into Dawson's ear: "Would you be ready to take my dick right now?" Dawson smiled back and said quietly: "I'm ready whenever you are, boss." While Marcus was presenting all the updates to the case, Andrew very carefully tried to unzip his pants without anyone noticing. While his boss was doing this, Dawson knew exactly what was expected of him. He slowly and inconspicuously pushed down his underpants while hoping no one would notice.
He could feel his hard shaft coming out of his boxers. Dawson could feel Andrew's growing dick pressing against his butt. He leaned back a little more, giving Andrew the room he needed. Andrew shifted his hips slightly, positioning himself better. Dawson looked straight ahead, his expression never changing, as if he was just another participant in the meeting.
Marcus continued his presentation, but his eyes kept darting towards Andrew and Dawson. He could see the subtle movements. These were the movements when Andrew tried to position his dick on Dawson's very tight sphincter.
It was a risky move, and Andrew knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He was too turned on by the situation and by the sight of Dawson's perfect body. As Marcus continued his presentation, Andrew slowly entered Dawson, inch by inch. Dawson bit his lip to suppress a moan, his fingers digging into Andrew's thighs.
"And that's where we are with the Johnson case," Marcus finished, his tone businesslike despite the tension in the room. "Any questions?"
Ethan raised his hand, his cheeks flushed. "Um, yes. I was wondering if we could discuss the... uh... logistics of the research. This were the moment when Andrew's big dick was completely inside Dawson's very tight ass. Dawson tried to stifle it but a moan escaped his mouth as he was sitting on his boss's big dick in a room full of lawyers.
His eyes watered slightly, but he kept his expression neutral, his gaze fixed on Ethan, who was awaiting his response. He cleared his throat, his voice catching slightly. "Logistics, right. Yes, we'll need to ... divide and conquer. Ethan, you take the financial records, and I'll look into the ... personal aspects of the case." He glanced at Andrew, who was struggling to maintain his composure, his breath coming in short bursts.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between Dawson and Andrew. "Personal aspects, huh? Sounds... interesting." He looked down at his notes, hiding a smirk. Andrew starting fucking Dawson but with only minimal movements. It was barely visible that Dawson started riding Andrew.
He moved slowly up and down, careful not to draw too much attention to themselves. The room was filled with the sounds of shuffling papers, murmured conversations, and the distant hum of the city outside. But to Dawson and Andrew, it was as if they were the only ones there.
Dawson's breath hitched as he felt Andrew's large hand grip his hip, guiding him with more force. He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on Andrew's knees for support. His cock ached, throbbing against the thin fabric of his briefs, desperate for release. But for now, he focused on the sensation of Andrew filling him, the pressure building with each slow thrust. He could see that there was a big wet spot on his briefs. As he looked up he met Marcus' gaze. He knew that Marcus had seen it too . He could see it in his slightly raised eyebrow and the smirk that played at the corner of his mouth. Marcus turned his attention back to Ethan, who was still looking a little flushed and out of sorts.
"Ethan, I think you should start with the client's financial statements. They're a bit of a mess, but you're good with numbers, so I think you'll do just fine." Marcus said, his voice dripping with a meaning that only Andrew and Dawson could pick up on.
Ethan nodded, his eyes still wide as he looked from Marcus to Andrew and Dawson. "Y-yes, sir.
I'll get started on that right away," Ethan stammered, his eyes briefly flicking to the large bulge in Dawson's briefs before he quickly looked away, his cheeks flaming red.
Andrew, with considerable effort, maintained his composure, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrust upward, the sensation of Dawson's tight heat almost unbearably pleasurable. "Excellent. Why don't you two get started on that, and Dawson, let's meet back in my office after the meeting?" He glanced at Marcus, who was watching the exchange with a keen interest.