The office lights dimmed to a single harsh cone over the desk, and Marcus knew the rules before the door locked. He stripped without being told, folding each piece of clothing with shaking hands and placing them on the chair reserved for submissives. His body already betrayed him, cock half-hard from anticipation and fear. The man who entered was everything Marcus was not supposed to want: broad, married, the kind of straight that made the word itself a weapon.
On your knees, faggot. Face down, ass up. Show me what I own.
Marcus obeyed instantly, chest pressed to the cold floor, back arched so his hole was presented like the cunt it had become. The straight manDerekcircled him slowly, the click of his shoes deliberate. A heavy palm landed on Marcuss right cheek, spreading it wide, exposing the tight ring that twitched under inspection.
Look at this pathetic gay cunt, Derek muttered, voice low and contemptuous. Already slick. You prepped yourself like a whore before I even got here.
Two thick fingers shoved inside without warning, scissoring roughly. Marcus gasped, the burn immediate and perfect. Derek pumped them hard, knuckles stretching the rim, turning the hole into something wet and open.
Beg for it, Derek ordered. Tell your straight boss what this cunt needs.
Please, sir.
Breed my gay cunt. Fill it until it leaks your load. Make me carry it.
Dereks belt hit the floor. His cockthick, veined, brutally straight in its purposeslapped against Marcuss hole once, twice, then drove in to the hilt in one savage thrust. Marcus cried out, the stretch splitting him open. Derek didnt pause. He gripped Marcuss hips like handles and started fucking, each stroke designed to punish and claim.
The power imbalance was absolute. Derek remained fully dressed except for his open fly, tie still knotted, wedding ring glinting under the light as he held Marcus down. Every thrust bottomed out, the head battering the second ring inside, turning Marcuss insides into a breeding ground. Dereks free hand reached under and slapped Marcuss balls, then wrapped around his leaking cock without stroking itjust squeezing, owning the denial.
You dont come until this cunt is bred, Derek growled. Straight men breed. Fags take it.
He changed angles, grinding deep, forcing Marcuss prostate to sing with every roll of his hips. Sweat dripped from Dereks jaw onto Marcuss back. The rhythm turned vicious, skin slapping, the wet sound of a well-used hole filling the room. Derek reached down and spread Marcus wider, watching his own cock disappear into the stretched cunt.
Take it. Milk me. Show me how a straight cock owns you.
Marcus sobbed into the carpet, body shaking, hole clenching greedily around the invading thickness. Dereks pace stuttered. He slammed in one final time and stayed buried, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum directly against Marcuss prostate. The heat flooded him, pulse after pulse, until it overflowed around the shaft and ran down his thighs.
Derek didnt pull out. He stayed seated, grinding the load deeper, thumb circling the swollen rim where they were joined.
Keep it in, he ordered. Walk home with my cum in that gay cunt. Tomorrow youll come back and Ill breed you again. Maybe invite a friend. Straight men like sharing holes that know their place.
He finally withdrew, leaving Marcus gaping and dripping. Derek wiped his cock on Marcuss cheek, then tucked himself away like nothing had happened. Before leaving, he pressed two fingers back inside the messy hole, scooping cum and pushing it deeper.
Same time tomorrow. Dont clean it out.
The door clicked shut. Marcus stayed on the floor, hole fluttering around nothing, the heavy load shifting inside him with every breath. The power exchange lingered in the air like smokestraight domination complete, the gay cunt thoroughly bred, and already aching for the next round.
