William wasn't actually a big fan of overtime. Yes, he recognized that inefficient employees needed to be reprimanded, and rather sternly, but giving them extra pay to complete the work that they should have done anyway? Entirely unnecessary. There were far more effective methods.
He reflected on this as he looked down at the squirming Ronald Knox on his spare chair. He'd called him into his office during the lunch break, and the sympathetic looks from the other members of the dispatch had done nothing to soothe him. Poor thing. It appeared that no one had warned him of his boss's...unconventional discipline. As William was thinking this, the boy piped up, "Sir, I meant to finish my paperwork yesterday, I just-"
"Enough. I've heard all the excuses I care to," the older reaper cut him off, waving a hand for silence. "I've been working here for more than one hundred years. Trust me when I say I've heard them all."
Moving forward - and feeling his lips twitch uncharacteristically when the other man shrunk back into his chair - he looked Ronald over coolly, before speaking again.
"Get up and put your hands on my desk."
The blond looked confused. "Eh? Sir?"
"You heard me."
Ronald blinked, nonplussed, before standing and doing as William said. Well.
William moved again, unbuttoning the younger man's vest and blazer and slipping off his tie. To his credit, Ronald made no move to stop him: just the quiet beginnings of protests. His gloved fingers tapped on the wooden surface of the desk nervously, creating a pattering noise that grated on William's nerves, but he ignored it in favour of undoing his employee's now-exposed suspenders. When Ronald's pants sagged down around his hips, he fell entirely silent, biting his lip and nervously worrying it.
Nearly impressed, William remarked stiffly, "Good to see you understand what obedience is." When the blond turned to ask what he meant, he found himself with a mouth full of tie. "Don't ruin it now," the brunet continued, tying Ronald's own black tie behind his head and effectively gagging him. Entirely confused now, Ronald turned back, staring down at the desk with furrowed eyebrows, looking puzzled.
Taking his employee's hands off the desk one my one to slip the jacket and vest over them and onto the ground, William caught sight of something under Ronald's untucked white shirt that made one eyebrow shoot up. "Is that…?" He thought he saw lace peeping up over Ronald's waistband. The blond was now blushing all the way down his neck, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. When William moved to pull the suit pants down by the belt loops, the younger man faltered, turning and taking his hands off the desk to stop his boss but finding them slapped away.
"Tsk. That was a direct order you just disobeyed, Mr. Knox. Do I need to tie these?" William mocked, holding Ronald's wrists. The blond now looked terrified, shaking his head. William smirked. "Are you going to be good, then?" Slowly, the younger man nodded, allowing his boss to put his hands back on the desk. Again, William caught Ronald's belt loops and pulled his pants down around his ankles.
Oh. That was definitely lace.
Ronald was bright red and trembling. Stunned, William stood and stared. Not just any lace. Lacy black briefs. Stretched tightly across a round, rather toned arse. Stretched tightly by- oh.
"Full of surprises, aren't we, Mr. Knox?" William chuckled, running the tip of his index finger over the head of Ronald's arousal, poking out the top of the panties. Ignoring the hastily-stifled yelp, William admired. They were quite nice, actually. Blue and silky at the front - Knox was a notorious hedonist - and transparent black lace at the back. Ronald was shaking worse than ever, now, his fingers flexing against the desk. Taking the blond's erection in hand - and feeling his own getting worse by the moment - William ran his gloved fingers over Ronald's length, hearing him whine through the gag.
"You know," he started, stroking slowly and marvelling at how Ronald kept his hands firmly attached to the desk, despite the occasional gasp, "I wasn't expecting you to get off on this sort of thing. I may have to modify my originally planned discipline. I'd prefer not to have to leave my office like this." He noticed Ronald's quick glance downwards, green eyes widening behind their thick frames. He chuckled. "So, Mr. Knox, what would you propose?"
Honestly, William had no idea how Ronald would react. What he wasn't expecting was for the blond to slowly turn, taking his hands off the desk as if testing the waters, and carefully drop to his knees. The older man felt his eyebrows raise, but he wasn't about to protest. Instead, he undid Ronald's tie, letting it fall from his mouth. The blond was now kneeling in front of him, wearing only his white work shirt with the top button undone and his halfway-removed briefs. Ronald said nothing, busying himself with William's belt, face still red. William just smirked.
Wasting no time once he had his boss's pants yanked down, Ronald ran his tongue over the underside of William's erection, making him hiss and brace one hand against the desk. "Hurry up," William breathed, tangling his fingers in Ronald's hair. "I have a meeting after this." Surprisingly, the blond complied, taking William's length into his mouth and suckling, tracing spirals with his tongue over the sensitive underside. Holding Ronald by the back of the head, William lazily thrusted in and out of his mouth, biting his lip and trying not to make a sound. Ronald was making it very difficult, however, lapping at the head of his erection enthusiastically. The black lace briefs peeping out from under his white buttondown weren't helping either.
Gasping and bucking into Ronald's mouth, William mocked, "If only you - ah! - applied to yourself to your paperwork with this m-much vigour." The blond made an indignant noise, and seconds later, William growled and tightened his hand in Ronald's hair, hearing a muffled squeak. "Bite me again, brat, and you will get overtime." The blond scowled up at him, lips stretched around William's shaft, and took him to the hilt, swallowing around his length and humming. With an undignified moan, William came, holding Ronald in place and feeling his length pulsing in the blond's mouth. Finally pulling back, he smirked at the sight of Ronald's glasses askew and swollen lips.
William pulled his pants up, fixing his hair, and was back to looking like the stiffly-dressed dispatch director before Ronald had even adjusted his glasses. "Back to work, Mr. Knox," the brunet ordered, lips twitching as he took in the younger reaper scrambling around on his hands and knees, picking up his clothes, erection still poking over the waistband of his underwear.
Straightening up, arms full of clothes, Ronald cocked his head at William. "H-hang on," he started, confused, turning pink when William raised an eyebrow at him. "You're just going to…? What about me?"
"What about you?" William asked, deadpan. "This was discipline, Mr. Knox, not pleasure. You're dismissed."
Gaping for a moment, Ronald scowled at his boss, tugging his clothes back on with the practiced speed of one who has a lot of near misses. "Y'know," he complained, clipping his suspenders back on and hiding the black lace from view again - a pity, really - and turning to William, one hand on the doorknob. "Y'know boss, I really prefer Miss Grell's punishments. At least she reciprocates." And left a stunned William to contemplate this to the noise of a slammed office door and the audible laughs of the members of the dispatch, wondering who had actually won.
I'll probably be updating again relatively soon. Alan's is almost done and Eric's is started.
If anyone's curious about what Ronald's wearing here... /product/view/satin-and-lace-overlay-brief-v527
(If that link doesn't work, they're the satin and lace overlay briefs on Xdress.)