George's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped into the elevator, the weight of his lateness pressing down on him like a physical force. Damn old lady who had formed a queue at the coffee cart... He glanced at the digital display above the doors, watching the numbers tick by with agonizing slowness. Two minutes to nine. He could still make it to work in time. His hand tightened around the cup of coffee he had hastily grabbed from the cart, the warmth seeping through the paper cup and into his skin. The other hand clutched a box of pineapple juice which he took a sip of, just to optimize the time. Jeez, he didn't quite like its taste but he didn't have much of a choice.
"Come on, come on..." George muttered with a whisper, willing the elevator to move faster as he tapped his foot relentlessly. Why did it take so long? Maybe he should have taken the stairs. He took the opportunity to finish his juice. The ding of the elevator arriving on his floor finally rang in the small space. George sprinted out, nearly colliding with Mrs Hernandez, the communication director, who barely managed to dodge him. "Sorry!" he called over his shoulder not bothering to wait for a response. He just tossed the empty juice box into a nearby bin and glanced at his watch, wincing. It was a minute after 9:00. Fuck... he was screwed. Nathaniel wouldn't be pleased.
He walked down the hall and there his boss's office door loomed ahead, intimidating in its solidity. George took a deep breath, steeling himself before knocking. There was no answer, so he pushed the door open gently and stepped inside. Nathaniel sat behind his imposing desk, waiting, fingers steepled under his chin as he glared at the clock on the wall. His eyes flicked up to meet George's, and the look in 'em made his stomach drop. Oh Lord, he was in big, big trouble.
"You're late" Nathaniel said coldly, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife.
George swallowed hard, nervously placing the cup of coffee on the edge of his boss's desk. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I-"
"Don't bother explaining" Nathaniel interrupted, leaning back in his chair. "I've got a lot of paperwork to do today and you know I can't do it without my coffee. Just get it done"
George nodded quickly, his mind racing. He knew exactly what his boss wanted, and the thought of it made his face flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. That was their morning routine. He brought coffee and then "milked" it. Every. Single. Day. He didn't even remember how it had started. After a moment of vacillation, he unbuttoned his pants and pushing 'em down just enough to free his semi-hard cock. Nathaniel watched with an expression that was both predatory and amused, staring at George's hand as it wrapped around his shaft, fingers instinctively curling around the base. He started to stroke himself with ease, trying to ignore the way Nathaniel's gaze made his skin tingle. It wasn't simple. The situation... The pressure... It all didn't quite help him get fully hard. Even with his eyes shut, he could feel his boss's eyes on him and it was nerve-wracking.
"That's it. Good boy... Keep going" Nathaniel murmured, his voice low and commanding. He loved that view. George, his George, uncomfortable and struggling while masturbating for his own desire. By now his length had grown to its usual 6 inches. Sure, it wasn't huge, a small rod popping up among his dark bush, but Nathaniel didn't care. Size didn't matter, what came from it did. Pre-cum started oozing out, adding a slick layer to his already slippery grip which George used to wank more vigorously and it didn't stop there. He promptly used his free hand to cup and gently tug at his balls, feeling the sensitive skin tighten under his touch. Yeah, he liked it hard. Kinky. Nathaniel's eyes narrowed, following every move with keen interest. "C'mon, show me how much you like this..."
George's breath hitched. His strokes got more frantic and deliberate, each one punctuated by a gentle pull on his nut-sack, as he tried to keep up with the pace Nathaniel seemed to demand. It was so arousing. He wasn't just accommodating his boss's needs, he was performing. That was his stage and he was the main star. His self-pleasure was itself his master's pleasure. The initial tension had gone out of his shoulders and built in his groin, mounting with each passing second. In the heat of the moment, his thumb swirled over his swollen glans and teased the sensitive slit, adding another layer of stimulation that sent shivers down his spine. Jeez, that was such his sweet spot.
"Yeah, just like that..." Nathaniel encouraged, his gaze never wavering from George's handiwork. He didn't miss any of it, enjoying every moment of the show. "Faster... I want you to cum for me"
George obeyed, his movements becoming more erratic and his hips bucking as he tried to fight his impending release. No... he didn't want it to end. That was no use. The combination of the tight grip on his balls and the running motion of his thumb plus Nathaniel's words and the intensity of his own arousal were too much to bear. With a final, desperate pump, George's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He couldn't hold back a strangled moan and came, 8 ropes of thick, white jizz, spurting into the air and landing right into the cup of coffee below. It was so powerful that his vision blurred.
Nathaniel's eyes followed the arc of George's release, from his arching back to his twitching shaft. A fulfilled smile curled his lips. What a hot mess. Sweaty... Gasping... Trembling... Satisfied, he reached out and picked up the cup of cum-infused coffee, finally bringing it to his mouth. Then, he took a long, greedy sip and savored the creamy brew, eyes closing in apparent enjoyment.
"Mmmh, looks like somebody's been drinking pineapple juice as he was told to... Very good" Nathaniel praised, reveling in the aftertaste as he set the cup back down on his desk. Now he could indeed start his day right. George, overcome the aftermath of his climax, felt proud and appreciated for his endeavors, but that didn't last long. His boss's face soon turned cold and detached. The magic was over and he was back to reality. "Now get back to work and don't ever be late again, understood? This time, I'll just dock you for an hour of labor out of your paycheck. Go"
George nodded, his cheeks burning with humiliation as his hand still clutched his softened dick. He wiped his cum-coated fingers on his pants and pulled 'em back up, not daring meet Nathaniel's gaze. He kept his head down and turned to leave the office, the door closing softly behind him. Outside, he leaned against the doorway and checked the time. 9:27. Well, it was gonna be a hard day's work.
