Marcus stood in the doorway of the back office, arms crossed over his thick chest, watching Jamal fumble with the inventory sheets. The kid was twenty-two, fresh out of community college, and already sweating under the warehouse lights. Marcus liked that. He liked the way Jamals tight ass filled out those work pants and the way his eyes dropped every time Marcus barked an order.
Close the door, Marcus said, voice low and flat.
Jamal turned, nervous. We still got two pallets to
I said close the fucking door.
The lock clicked. Marcus didnt move from the doorway.
He just stared until Jamal started shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
On your knees.
Jamals mouth opened, then shut. His dick was already pushing against his zipper. Marcus could see it. He stepped forward, unbuckling his belt with one hand.
You been eye-fucking me for three weeks, Marcus said. Time to put that mouth to work.
He pulled his cock outthick, heavy, already half-hard, the head dark and shiny. Jamal dropped without another word, knees hitting the concrete. Marcus grabbed the back of his head and rubbed the tip across his lips.
Open.
Jamal opened. Marcus pushed in slow at first, letting the kid feel the weight on his tongue, then shoved deeper until Jamal gagged. Spit ran down his chin. Marcus held him there, hips rolling in short, hard thrusts that made Jamals throat bulge.
Thats it. Take it. You wanted the big Black dick, now you got it.
He fucked Jamals face for a solid minute, using both hands to hold his head still, balls slapping against the younger mans chin. When he pulled out, strings of spit connected them. Jamal was breathing hard, eyes glassy.
Stand up. Pants down. Bend over the desk.
Jamal scrambled to obey. Marcus yanked the pants and boxers down in one move, exposing smooth brown cheeks. He slapped one hard, then the other, leaving red handprints. Jamal hissed but pushed his ass back for more.
Marcus spit on his hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and drove in without warning. Jamal cried out, gripping the edge of the desk. Marcus didnt stop. He buried himself to the balls, then started poundingdeep, steady strokes that made the desk legs scrape across the floor.
Fuck, youre tight, Marcus growled. Gonna stretch this hole out every night till you cant walk straight.
He grabbed Jamals hips and used them like handles, slamming in harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the small room. Every thrust forced a grunt out of Jamal. Marcus reached around and grabbed his dick, stroking it rough and fast in time with his thrusts.
Dont you dare come yet, Marcus warned. You come when I say.
He pulled out, flipped Jamal onto his back on the desk, and shoved back in. Now he could watch Jamals face while he fucked himeyes rolled back, mouth open, taking every inch. Marcus leaned down, bit his neck, and whispered filthy shit right against his ear.
You my bitch now. This ass belongs to me. Say it.
Yours, Jamal gasped. Fuckyours, Marcus.
Marcus grinned, mean and satisfied. He hooked Jamals legs over his shoulders and went deeper, grinding at the end of every stroke so the head dragged across Jamals prostate. Jamals cock leaked steadily onto his stomach. Marcus wrapped a hand around it again and jerked him faster.
Come, Marcus ordered. Now.
Jamal came with a broken shout, shooting across his own chest and abs. His hole clenched tight around Marcuss cock. Marcus kept fucking through it, using the spasms to push himself over the edge. He buried himself one last time and unloaded, flooding Jamals guts with thick pulses of cum.
He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow so they both could watch the mess drip out. Marcus wiped his cock on Jamals thigh, tucked himself away, and pointed at the floor.
Clean yourself up. Then finish those pallets. Youre working late tonight.
Jamal nodded, still breathing hard, legs shaking. Marcus unlocked the door, paused, and looked back.
And leave the door unlocked. I might want that ass again before we close.
He walked out. Jamal stayed on the desk a minute longer, cum leaking down his crack, already wondering how much more he could take before the shift ended. He knew hed find out. Marcus didnt make empty promises.
