A Modern Gay s*x Christmas Carol: The Complete Collection

Tying Up His Employee - A Modern Gay s*x Christmas Carol: The Silver Haired Boss & The Sexy Employee - Part 3

As a finishing touch, Splooge retrieved his own dark-colored and rank-smelling elasticized dress socks and tied the two of them together. He then grabbed Bob's socks and attached them to his growing sock-rope.

Next, he forced a huge chunk of the sock material into Bob's mouth. Finally, he wrapped the socks around Bob's head and knotted the ends in the back completing his makeshift gag.

Surveying his handiwork of using clothing as bondage materials on the naked hunk, Dickteaser Splooge smiled. He now had his employee exactly where he wanted him. He knelt down in front of the chair and stroked the inside of Bob's thighs.

Bob's muscles alternately tensed and relaxed as Splooge sometimes lightly tickled the man's bare skin with his fingertips and other times dug his nails in purposely causing discomfort. The sock gag prevented Bob from emitting anything more than muffled sounds of pain and protest.

"Time for a double pumping," Dickteaser told Bob. Splooge simultaneously grabbed his own c**k with one hand and pumped Bob's p***s with his other.

Bob found Dickteaser's dry, rough skin quite uncomfortable on his sensitive area. Although he did start to enjoy the friction after a while, he wished Dickteaser would use some sort of lube. He was glad to hear Dickteaser spitting into his hand, but disappointed when Dickteaser selfishly kept the spit-lube for himself.

Dickteaser was quite satisfied with how hard Bob had become in such a short amount of time. He repositioned his body, kind of climbing up on Bob who was of course, bound in his upright position to the chair.

Dickteaser's hairy crotch rubbed against Bob's knee and his manly pot belly came in contact with Bob's upper thigh. He grabbed Bob's nips and pinched until he felt Bob wince with pain. Bob's reaction sent a pulse of excitement through Dickteaser's hard-on.

He momentarily lowered the sock-gag from Bob's face. When Bob, opened his lips to take in a deep breath, Dickteaser seized the moment and thrust his tongue inside Bob's mouth.

He sucked the younger man's tongue greedily and continued to grind his c**k into Bob's leg. Dickteaser looked down just in time to see a drop of precum glisten on the end of Bob Crotchlick's thick rod.

Dickteaser Splooge was suddenly thirsty for a taste of that precum. He slid his body along his employee's body until he was in place to get a mouthful of Bob's throbbing boner.

He firmly clasped the base of it with his rough hands and teased the tip with his tongue. He purposefully drew the edge of his tongue back and forth several times over Bob's piss slit.

Then he let the shaft disappear into his wet orifice. He went up and down providing vacuum pressure as he did so. At the same time he started to pump his fist up and down.

First, he just moved his hand in a small area around the base of Bob's c**k, but then he widened the scope. Bob moaned with pleasure when Dickteaser finally went up his shaft high enough to wet his fingers with the saliva he had drooled on the upper portion.

Dickteaser enjoyed watching Bob's scrotum bounce up and down in sync with the way he worked his c**k. He especially liked the little sound it made each time it slapped against the leather seat.

Bob's abs also got into the game. Dickteaser let his free hand run against them and feel their hard ridges as Bob arched his back, straining against the bondage materials, trying to thrust his torso out of the chair and deeper into Dickteaser Splooge's mouth.

Dickteaser bobbed his head up and down, weaving from side to side each time as he attacked the stiff c**k with enthusiasm. If Bob hadn't been blindfolded, he would have seen Dickteaser, cheeks bulging out with the imprint of the throbbing cockhead.

Dickteaser realized he had forgotten to replace the sock-gag when his concentration was interrupted by Bob mumbling, "I wanna cum..."

Splooge wasted no time in slapping the blindfolded stud across the face with his open palm saying, "You'll c*m if and when I allow it."

In addition to the shock from the slap, Bob felt the moisture from his boss's hand, the same hand Dickteaser had been jacking him with just a moment earlier. Bob also took in a brief whiff of that unmistakable combination of saliva and precum that was on Splooge's hand.

After replacing the gag in Bob's mouth, Dickteaser went to work on Bob's chest. The contrast between the hard, pointed tips of Bob's n*****s and the soft sweaty flesh around them delighted Splooge's tongue as it made its way from nip to nip and back again across the chiseled divide of Bob's pecs.

Dickteaser also rubbed his own sagging pecs against Bob's. Bob could feel Dickteaser's thick chest hairs getting matted down with a mixture of sweat from both of their bodies. Bob felt so hot at that moment that he wondered how he ever could have been cold in the office that day!

Muffled sounds came from Bob's gagged mouth. It took Dickteaser a moment to decipher them. "What are you whining about in there?" he asked. "Are you asking for your c**k to be sucked again?"

Bob eagerly shook his head, well both of his heads, up and down. Splooge went for some serious tongue action this time. He licked his employee's shaft from its open piss slit to its base buried in pubic hair.

Dickteaser marveled at how good Bob's p***s tasted. He hadn't enjoyed the taste of c**k so much since his partner, Jacob Jism, was alive. If only Jacob could see him now, going down on a man over twenty years his junior!

As tasty as Bob's rod was, Splooge had other needs. He left the stud tied to the chair and went to his desk. He fished around in the back of one of the drawers for a special item he used when he was alone in the office – a bottle of lube.

He walked back to the still-blindfolded and bound Bob Crotchlick. He popped open the cap on the bottle and gave it a slight squeeze so that the scent of the lube could fill Bob's nostrils.

Splooge squirted it on Bob's d**k. Bob strained at his "ropes" when he felt the liquid run down the length of his manhood. His biceps bulged as he pulled helplessly at his restraints, wanting so badly to pump his fist up and down with his own slippery hand.

His thoughts of m**********g himself came to an end when he suddenly felt his boss's weight descending in his lap. Before he knew what was happening, he felt his raging hard-on engulfed in Dickteaser's hairy ass cheeks.

Splooge reclined so that his back was against Crotchlick's chest. Apparently, Dickteaser had no intention of stopping there.

His experienced butt muscles contracted and expanded in undulating waves with one purpose in mind – to fully take in the entire length of Bob's shaft. Remarkably dextrous for a man his age, Dickteaser bounced up and down riding that stud's c**k as only a man of his years of experience as a power bottom could.

Dickteaser was merciless! His butt cheeks would tighten one minute, squeezing stray drops of precum right out Bob's chute and then they would relax the next minute, pulling Bob's manhood even deeper into his ass. Bob thrust his hips upward as much as he was able, considering his ankles were still tied to the legs of the office chair.

Bob had often fantasized about ramming the hell out of his boss's ass, not in sexy way, but in a vengeful, powerful manner. It would be a way fitting to get him back for all the humiliation he had suffered in his years working at Splooge & Jism Investment Management.

As the fantasy of anally working over Dickteaser became the reality of the situation, Dickteaser still managed to have the upper hand since he controlled the entire experience, including keeping Bob blindfolded and unable to enjoy the sight of his c**k plunging into the older man's hairy, wet hole.

Nonetheless, Bob could feel the pressure building in his d**k. He didn't know what would happen if his c**k exploded without Splooge's permission. He was afraid he might find out soon if Splooge kept up that incredible bouncing he was doing at the moment.

Bob always thought that men Dickteaser Splooge's age all had arthritis and had trouble simply getting in and out of chairs. He never imagined that a silver fox could move his powerful legs up and down like springs and work his d**k as well as (or perhaps, dare he say it, even better than) his husband, who was a generation younger.

Dickteaser reached back to feel up Bob's pectoral muscles and tweak his nips while he changed motions with his hips, swaying Bob's rod side to side like a sapling on a windy day. At the same time, he squirted some more lube into his hand and covered his own d**k with it. He held his hand steady, allowing his c**k to pop through the top of his fingers like a horny jack-in-the-box.

"Mmmmh, mmmmh," Bob pleaded through the sock-gag.

"Does Bob Crotchlick need to c*m?" Dickteaser asked as if he really cared.

"Mmmh, mmmh," Bob repeated while shaking his head vigorously in an affirmative manner.

Dickteaser stood up, but purposefully tightened his glutes as he moved. Bob's pulsating c**k slid out of Dickteaser's butt cheeks and made a popping sound when it cleared his anus.

Bob was actually relieved that the constant stimulation to his most sensitive area had ceased. His relief was premature.

Dickteaser was simply repositioning himself. As he climbed atop his employee's lap again, this time Dickteaser was straddling him so that they would be facing each other. Dickteaser slowly eased back down onto the younger guy's stiff prick and resumed his power bottom techniques that could drive a man insane with anticipation and pleasure.

Dickteaser grabbed his own d**k and worked it over with a fresh squirt of lube. Being sexually stimulated in the front by his own hand and in the back by the young stud's d**k up his rear end threw Splooge's body into an orgasmic fit.

"Oh, hell yeah," Dickteaser moaned as he felt the first wave of jizz gurgle up through his p***s and squirt straight up into Bob's face. The coincidentally unfortunate timing of Bob taking a deep breath led to a glob of c*m plugging up his right nostril.

Dickteaser's second wave of c*m blasted his employee's chest which was already slick with sweat. The liquids instantly mixed, creating a rivulet of man-milk running down Bob's rib cage.

Dickteaser reached up and yanked the gag out of Bob's mouth. As he untied the blindfold, Bob said, "Please, Sir, I can't stand it anymore. Make me shoot my load."

Since each of Bob's legs was tied to the office chair separately, his bodily configuration left access to his crotch and asshole available for Dickteaser's use. Dickteaser wiped his hand along Bob's side to scoop up some of his c*m to use as lube on his fingers.

Without warning, he reached under Bob's bush and stuck two c*m moistened fingers into Bob's ass. With his other hand, Dickteaser wiped the c*m dripping from Bob's nose and used that as lube to apply to Bob's shaft. Working both hands in sync, he massaged Bob's prostate and his cockhead at the same time.

"c*m, you stupid b***h. c*m now!" Dickteaser both permitted and commanded simultaneously. It was an order from his boss that Bob Crotchlick was only to happy too obey.

His restrained arms and legs pulled so tightly that Dickteaser thought he might rip through the material and free himself. Instead, his p***s virtually erupted in a man-geyser of c*m.

A length of gooey white jizz shot straight up into the air and then rained down all over Dickteaser's hand and Bob's thighs. Splooge jerked his hand automatically which resulted in a new aim for Bob's next release.

This time a splotch of Bob's man-milk landed squarely in his boss's face. Dickteaser managed to close his eye in time, but the c*m still dripped from his eyelid and ran down his cheekbone.

Dickteaser removed his hand from Bob's rear-end and grabbed Bob's balls. He yanked on his nuts so hard that Bob screamed out in pain at the same time the feeling overstimulated his shaft and he shot another load of jizz.

Dickteaser felt the load rumbling through Bob's c**k and aimed it where he wanted it – right into his mouth. Splooge felt the warm liquid hit the roof of his mouth and drip onto his tongue. He immediately slobbered over Bob's manhood in time to suck down Bob's final thrust of c*m.

"Now what do you say to Dickteaser Splooge?" Dickteaser asked the tied up naked stud.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Sir."

"Are you ready to get back to work?" Dickteaser asked while eyeing the clock. Now that his c**k was flaccid again, he was thinking of all the lost business time that had gone by while they were getting their rocks off.

"Yes, Sir," Bob replied.

A few minutes later, they were cleaned up and back in their business suits which were admittedly a bit wrinkled, especially their dress shirts which had been used to secure Bob's legs to the chair. Luckily, when men wear a full three piece suit, very little of the dress shirt is visible anyway.

Bob reopened the blinds and unlocked the door. Splooge & Jism Investment Management was officially open for business again although Bob couldn't imagine who would bother to come into their office during the waning hours of the business day on Christmas Eve, especially with the city in the middle of a snowstorm.

Bob settled in at his desk to get a head start on his monthly client reports. Just then, the buzzer on the door sounded...