Khalil

I sat in my office around midafternoon on a Friday, debating whether I wanted to leave early and get my weekend started. I own the company, so I can pretty much do as I like, but I wanted to make sure that there were no major issues I had to deal with or at least none that couldn’t be put off until Monday. I had a fuck date scheduled with my girlfriend on Saturday, but I had some work around my house that needed to get done before then so the sooner I could get the weekend started, the better. Actually, she’s not really a girlfriend, but rather a fuck partner. All she was to me was a raven haired, thirty-four-year-old, dark eyed beauty, with a sleek body, tits that were big and firm, a gorgeous ass and a pussy that was the tightest and wettest I had ever had. And in all fairness, she felt the same about me. She was a successful lawyer, so she didn’t care about my money. What she cared about was that I looked like I was in my late twenties, despite being forty-five, that I was six feet tall with a well-muscled body, short blonde hair, blue eyes and that I had an eight-and-a-half-inch cock that was thick as hell and that got hard quickly and stayed hard until I shot my load. The fact that I was bisexual didn’t bother her at all.

I got up from my art deco styled rosewood desk and walked out of the office to the reception area where my executive assistant, Jerry, sat at his own desk, typing furiously on his computer. He looked up, saw me and smiled. “Hey Max,” he said, “just finishing up that report you asked for. Do you want me to print out a hard copy or just email it to you?” “Email is fine,” I said, “I really don’t need it until Monday. I just wanted it done before the weekend.” I paused, then said, “I was actually thinking of leaving early today. Do I have anything else on my agenda that I need to deal with before I head out?” “Yes, as a matter of fact,” he said, “Richie called a few minutes ago and wanted to know if he could see you before the end of the day. Wouldn’t say why. I told him I would get with you once I finished the report.” I sighed, thinking so much for me leaving early, although I knew if Richie was asking to see me, then it was probably important. Richie was head of the cybersecurity division, openly gay and one of my proudest success stories. Kicked out of his home when he came out to his parents at sixteen, he endured a rough few years on the streets before getting his act together, going to university and graduating summa cum laude with a degree in computer science. I hired him as an intern straight out of school when my company was still a struggling tech start up and he quickly proved his worth, advancing rapidly through intelligence, hard work and dedication. In fact, I was considering making him one of the top contenders to take over the company when I retired in ten or fifteen years.

Wondering what was so important that he would need to see me late on a Friday, I said to Jerry, “Okay, call him back and tell him I’ll see him immediately,” and went back into my office and started idly scrolling through emails, hoping whatever the problem was, it could be solved quickly. After fifteen minutes or so, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Richie walked in. “Hey Max,” he said, walking up to my desk and extending his hand, “thanks for making time to see me.” “No problem Richie,” I said, clasping his hand in a firm, but friendly shake, “you know my door is always open. Have a seat.” He lowered his lean, athletic frame into the chair on the opposite side of my desk, his long auburn hair tied in a ponytail as usual, and a somewhat troubled expression on his normally smiling face. I decided a little liquid courage was in order, so I got up and walked over to the wet bar. “Want a drink?” I asked. He brightened up a little and said, “Sure. You still have that bottle of 16-year-old Bacardi?” “Of course,” I replied with a grin, filling two rocks glasses with ice and a generous measure of rum for us both. I handed him his drink and sat back down behind my desk. I watched as he took a sip, then asked, “So what’s going on my boy? Is there a problem in the division?” He breathed a heavy sigh and said, “Yeah, actually there is. One of my project leaders had his random drug test earlier this week and well, he tested positive for marijuana.”

I frowned and said, “So what’s the problem? We have a zero-tolerance policy for drug use in this company. You know that as well as anyone. Contact Human Resources and start the termination process. You don’t need my approval for this.” “I know that Max,” he said, “but I was kind of hoping we could make an exception for this guy.” “Who is he?” I asked. “Khalil Jabari. He’s been with the company for two years. Very talented. I promoted him to project leader six months ago.” “A promotion after only eighteen months?” I said, somewhat incredulously, “You must really like this guy.” Richie nodded and said, “He’s the best in the division, and he’ll be very hard to replace. That’s why I wanted to ask you if we can maybe let him slide with a written warning.” I sighed, leaned back in my chair and thought for a minute. I had complete faith in Richie’s judgment, but I don’t like making exceptions, especially regarding the company drug policy. I hate drugs and the people who abuse them. That hatred is a result of having an older brother who grew up to be a lazy good for nothing pothead who lived in a trailer park and whose only income was fraudulently obtained disability checks.

“Tell me more about this guy,” I said. Richie took a long sip of his rum then said, “He’s Arab and came to this country as a young boy. His parents were refugees from the Iraq War, came to this country with nothing. No siblings that I’m aware of. He was a National Honor Society student in high school, then went to university on a full scholarship and graduated near the top of his class. He became a U.S. citizen a few years before coming to work here.” “Muslim?” I asked. Richie nodded and said, “Yeah, though a non-practicing one, according to him. His parents aren’t too happy about that from what I gather.” “Is he married?” I asked. “He became engaged to his long-time girlfriend a few months ago,” Richie said. “Her parents are Southern Baptists,” he continued, “and they aren’t thrilled about their daughter marrying a Muslim, though they’ve grudgingly accepted him. In fact, that’s been the source of some tension in their relationship and it kind of led to his current predicament.” “How so?” I asked. “I called him into my office today for a private meeting after his test result came back,” Richie said, “and he told me that last weekend, he and his fiancée had a fight over the way her parents treated him. He got fed up, stormed out of their apartment and went to visit a friend of his. The friend offered him a joint to calm him down and Khalil was so stressed out that he accepted. He swears it was the only time he’s ever done any kind of drugs and I could tell he was ashamed to even tell me about it.” “Personal trouble combined with a moment of weakness,” I said. “Exactly,” said Richie.

“Have I met him?” I asked. I have so many people working for me that it’s impossible for me to know or remember them all, but Richie said, “Yes, you have. I introduced you to him a few months ago at the holiday mixer.” I thought hard, trying to remember, since there had been over a hundred people at that gathering. Suddenly an image popped into my head and I said, “Yeah, I think I remember him. Young guy in his mid-twenties, short black hair, dark eyes, clean shaven except for a mustache, looks like he works out a lot, is that him?” “That’s him,” said Richie, “and yeah, he’s a gym rat. He gets a lot of dreamy stares from the women in the division. And a few of the men as well.” “Like you?” I said with a wicked grin. Richie just chuckled and shook his head. “No, not me,” he said, “I’m loyal to my husband, you know that.” “I know kid,” I said, “I’m just messing with you.” There was silence for a moment, then Richie said, in a pleading tone, “Max please, can we let this one slide? He’s been going through some recent stress in his personal life, yes, but he hasn’t let it affect his work performance at all. He’s been top notch, every day since he started working here.” I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Does anyone else know about this?” I asked. “Nobody but you, me and him,” Richie replied, then continued, “After our meeting, I told him to get back to work and not to tell anyone. I told him I would talk to you and see what I could do.”

I thought for a minute and then asked, “You really feel he’s worth saving?” Nodding his head emphatically, Richie said, “Yes I do.” I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly and said, “Alright. Go back down there and tell him to come up and see me as soon as possible. I’ll talk to him and then decide what to do. But I’m not making any promises, understand? You know how I feel about the drug policy.” “Yes, I know,” Richie said, “and I know why. But this isn’t your brother we’re talking about here. This is a bright, hardworking young man who made a stupid mistake, okay?” “I said I’ll talk to him,” I replied, “but again, I’m not promising anything.” Richie looked at me with an expression that was part relief and part anxiety. He drank down the rest of his rum, set the glass on the desk and stood up. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll send him up as soon as possible. Will you let me know when you’ve made your decision?” “Of course I will,” I said, standing up as well, “I’ll shoot you an email before I leave for the day.” I held out my hand and he shook it, saying, “Thanks for agreeing to see him at least.” “No problem Richie,” I replied, “have a good weekend.” “You too Max,” he said, “see you Monday,” then he turned on his heel and left the office, shutting the door behind him.

I sat back down at my desk, trying to remember more about this guy Khalil, having only talked to him for two minutes at most when I met him. Details that I hadn’t paid attention to at the time slowly seeped back into my consciousness. I remembered him being very handsome, almost the same height as me at 5’ 11”, with flawless dark brown skin and intense, hawk-like features that softened when he smiled. Black hair, cut very short, bushy eyebrows, eyes that were dark brown, almost black and a slightly hooked nose. He had an immaculately trimmed mustache, but was otherwise clean shaven, though he had what appeared to be a perpetual five o’clock shadow. And his smile, yeah, very pretty as I recall, with perfect, gleaming white teeth. His tight white button-down work shirt had been straining at the seams against his muscular body. Definitely a gorgeous hunk now that I fully remembered. And with a body like that, he must have a beautiful ass. He was coming to my office to beg for his job, which meant he needed to do something for me in return, something that would be worth my violating a rule that I had never broken for anyone. I felt my sexual predator instincts start to rise to the surface as I thought about the power I had over him. I never passed up a chance to coerce someone into sex and this was a golden opportunity that had opened up to me. Khalil was sexy and vulnerable and I could destroy him if I wanted to. The fact that he was straight didn’t matter. If he wanted to keep his job, he had to do whatever I wanted. My cock started to stir as I pondered an image of him naked and at my mercy.

What I was planning would require privacy. Other than Jerry and me, there were no other employees on this floor of the building. I got up and walked out to the reception area. Jerry looked up and asked, “Everything okay? I emailed you that report by the way.” “Everything’s fine,” I said, “but there’s an employee from cybersecurity coming up to see me soon. His name is Khalil Jabari. When he arrives, show him in, then you can leave for the day and get your weekend started early.” His eyes widened in surprise and he said, “Wow, thanks Max. I’ve got a lot to do actually, so this will be a great help.” I smiled, went back to my desk and pulled up Khalil’s employee file on my computer. Richie’s praise had been on the mark; the young man had an impeccable work record. No disciplinary actions, no absences, not even so much as a verbal warning for tardiness. His performance evaluations were exemplary. I closed his file, got up and cleared away the drink glasses from my desk. I took them to the sink at the wet bar, washed and dried them and as I was putting them away, I heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Jerry stepped inside. “Mr. Jabari is here,” he said. “Good,” I said, “show him in please.” Jerry moved to one side and Khalil moved past him and entered the office. I gave him an appraising glance and felt my lust start to smolder; fuck he was hot. There’s just something inherently sexy about Arab men. The look of fear and nervousness on his face aroused me even further. He was wearing the same type of tight white dress shirt he had on when I first met him and his muscular physique was beautifully outlined. I gestured to my desk and said, “Have a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.” He obeyed without a word. Still standing near the door, Jerry said, “If there’s nothing else Max, I’m going to head out.” “Of course, Jerry,” I said, “see you Monday. Have a good weekend.” “Thanks Max,” he replied, “you too.” He left, shutting the door behind him and I heard the familiar sounds of him locking up his desk, gathering his belongings and heading for the elevator. As soon as I heard the elevator doors closing behind him, I turned away from the door and walked back to my desk.

I sat down and gave Khalil a hard stare. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes sir,” he said with a slight Arabic accent, nodding his head nervously. I leaned back in my chair and said, “You violated the company drug policy, which was explicitly laid out in the handbook that you were given when you were hired.” I allowed a hard edge to my voice as I asked, “You read it didn’t you?” “Yes sir,” he said, his voice shaking, “I read it.” “Well then what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked, then followed up with, “Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fire your ass right now?” I could tell he was terrified now, but he summoned up a bit of courage and said, “Please Mr. Jordan, it was a mistake and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I swear. My fiancée and I had an argument and….” “Yeah, I know what happened,” I said, interrupting him, “Richie told me the whole story.” I paused and then said, “He seems to think you’re worth saving, that I should give you another chance. I don’t know if I should though.” “Mr. Jordan, please,” he said, his voice quavering and desperate, “I promise you I’m worth it. Richie tells me all the time that I’m the best worker he has. I’m never late, I never call in sick. I’ve been rated excellent on every performance evaluation I’ve had. My work on the city hall project helped us get the contract.” He was almost in tears now, but he plunged ahead, saying, “Please don’t fire me sir. I’ll never touch drugs again, I promise. I’ll be the best employee you ever had if you just give me another chance. Please Mr. Jordan, I’ll do anything you ask if you let me keep my job. I mean it sir, anything you want.”

I kept my face stern, but inwardly I was smiling, thinking yup, that’s the phrase I wanted to hear. Anything I want. I leaned forward over my desk and said, “Anything I want, huh?” He nodded his head emphatically and said, “Yes sir. Just tell me what I need to do to save my job and I’ll do it. I promise you sir, anything you want me to do.” I smiled and said, “I hope so. Because giving an employee a pass on a failed drug test would be bad for my reputation. You understand that right?” “I know that sir,” he said, “and I won’t tell anyone, I swear.” I paused, looking at his frightened, desperate and handsome young face. “So,” I said, “if I agree to let you continue working here, then you agree to do whatever I want. Is that right?” “Yes sir,” he said, although now there was uncertainty in his voice, as he no doubt was starting to realize the open-ended commitment he had just made. He took a deep breath, swallowed hard and asked, “So what do you want me to do sir?” I made direct eye contact with him and said, “Stand up.” He did so hurriedly, while almost knocking the chair over. He stood ramrod straight, like an Army private at attention, though he was trembling now, a light sheen of perspiration on his face. “Good,” I said, “now take off your shirt.”

He looked confused and briefly hesitated, as though he wasn’t sure he had heard me right. “Are you having hearing problems?” I asked. He shook his head and said, “No sir,” as he untucked his shirt and started unbuttoning. He undid the last one, shrugged off the shirt and laid it on the chair. He was still wearing a tank top style undershirt, so I pointed to it and said, “Take that off as well. And step back a bit, away from the desk,” as I stood up and walked toward him. He took off the undershirt, laid it on top of his work shirt and took about four steps backward. His torso was now completely bare and I walked around and behind him, taking in the sight of his gorgeous muscular back and his beautiful dark brown, unblemished skin. His lats and deltoids were perfectly defined and solid looking. I whistled appreciatively and ran my fingertips lightly across his back, causing him to flinch. “Damn Khalil,” I said, “you must work out quite a lot,” as I circled around in front of him like a predator sizing up its prey. He had a huge, pumped-up chest that was lightly sprinkled with hair and nipples that were perfectly shaped, slightly pointed and an even darker shade of brown than the rest of him. His abs were an exquisitely toned six pack and sparsely covered with hair like his chest. I marveled at his arms, like those of a god almost, with bulging biceps and corded triceps and they led up to shoulders that looked as though they had been sculpted from granite. “You have a gorgeous body,” I said as my eyes took in every inch of his magnificent torso. I ran my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, then down his chest, briefly tweaking his nipples before caressing his near perfect abdomen. He was trembling and sweating even more now, his discomfort obvious, but he managed to say with a slight stutter, “Th-th-thank you sir, tha-that’s nice of you to say.”

“Am I making you nervous?” I asked, looking him in the face and marveling at his beautiful dark brown eyes. He took a deep breath and said, somewhat haltingly, “Sir, I’m sorry, it’s just that I, well, I uh….” “Let’s even things out a bit,” I said, interrupting him as started to untuck and unbutton my own shirt. His expression changed slightly, from fear to curiosity as I revealed more and more of my muscled physique. I removed my shirt completely and tossed it aside. His eyes widened at the sight of my naked upper torso, which was far more impressive than his. Of course I was older and had been working out much longer than he had. “Wow sir,” he said, “you um, you look good sir. Real solid looking sir.” “You think so?” I asked as I posed and flexed my considerable chest and biceps. I gave a wicked, seductive smile and said, “Touch me.” “Sir?” he asked, looking confused and uneasy. “Touch me,” I said again, “all over, like I did to you. Find out if I’m as solid as you think I look.” He swallowed hard, once again showing nervousness, but he reached out hesitatingly with his right hand and gently caressed my chest with his fingertips. I shook my head with exasperation, then reached out, grabbed him by the wrist and planted his right hand firmly on my right pec. “I said touch me,” I growled at him menacingly, “now fucking touch me. With both hands.” “Yes sir,” he said with a tremor in his voice, “sorry sir.” He put his other hand on my left pec and started running his hands over my massive chest, then up to my perfectly chiseled shoulders and then down my thick, powerfully built arms. “So, am I as solid as I look?” I asked. He nodded and said, “Yes sir, very solid. Very impressive sir.” I took his right hand and moved it down to my flawlessly cut abs, saying, “What do you think kid? Not bad, huh?” He rubbed his hand over them, stepping back slightly to get a better look. “Oh man,” he said, “your abs are amazing sir. I could never get mine to look like that.” He just shook his head in wonder and said, “Damn, a perfect eight pack. I’ve been trying to achieve that for years.” “It just takes time and hard work,” I replied.

It was time to take things to the next level. “Take your shoes off,” I said. He obeyed, dropping his black loafers off to the side. I took mine off as well, then pointed to his feet. “Socks,” I said. He removed them, stuffing them into his shoes. I did the same, then paused for a minute and just stared at his incredibly handsome face. His dusky Arab features could have been those of a model in a high-end fashion magazine or one walking the catwalks of Paris or Milan. I reached out with both hands and caressed his face, causing him to flinch, but he didn’t pull away. “You are so sexy Khalil,” I said, “and if you do as you’re told, you can keep your job. Understand?” He nodded and said, “Yes sir, I understand. Thank you sir.” “Good,” I said, “now take off your pants.” He looked scared and confused as he watched me take off my own khaki slacks and toss them aside next to my shirt. I stood there in my grey boxer briefs that were barely containing my raging boner and gave him a stern look. “Did you not hear me?” I asked. He lowered his head, took a deep breath, then slowly unbuttoned, unzipped and carefully stepped out of his dress pants, letting them fall to the floor. His legs were superbly muscled, like my own, with bulging calves and solid, rippling thighs. He was wearing dark red bikini briefs that scarcely concealed what looked like an impressive cock and balls. I chuckled slightly and said, “I wouldn’t have figured you for a bikini underwear man Khalil.” He looked away, obviously embarrassed, then said, “My fiancée, she gets them for me, thinks I look good wearing them.” “You look damned good wearing them,” I said, as I slid my briefs down and removed them, “now take them off and get over here, on your knees and suck my cock.”

A look of shock and fear came over his face as he stared openly at my now naked body. Unable to help himself, he glanced surreptitiously at my massively thick, semi-hard, eight-and-a-half-inch cock, then looked back up at me and said, “Please sir, I can’t.” “What do you mean, you can’t?” I asked, a slight growl to my voice. “I can’t, you know, do that. I mean, I’m not that way sir.” “And what way would that be Khalil?” I asked. “I’m not gay sir,” he said with a nervous tremor. I sighed, shook my head and said, “Khalil, I don’t give a fuck if you’re gay, straight, bisexual, pansexual or celibate. You said you would do anything I want, remember? Now suck my fucking cock or you’re fired.” I saw tears start to form in his eyes, the sight of which made me even more aroused. “Mr. Jordan, please sir,” he begged, “there must be something else I can do. Anything but that sir, please!” I smiled, realizing it was time to get rough with him. I walked over to him, grabbed him by the throat with one hand, while shoving the other down his underwear to fondle his cock and balls. It was a forceful reminder of who was in charge. I got in his face and said in the most menacing tone I could muster, “Do you think I’m fucking around here boy? Anything I want means anything I want, not anything that you’re comfortable doing.” I paused, gave him a hard, cruel stare, then said, “How will your parents feel when their only son, their pride and joy, has his promising career cut short for smoking weed?” He let out a single, choking sob and the tears started to flow down his lovely, exotic face. “Sir please,” he moaned, “don’t make me do this.” “And your fiancée’s parents,” I said, “how will they react? How long do you think it will take them to convince their daughter that she should marry a good Christian boy instead of a pot smoking Muslim?” He was crying openly now and I decided to slide another mental knife into his fragile psyche. “You’ll never get another job in the tech industry,” I said, “once word gets out that you were fired from this company for drug use.” He was wiping his tears away now, but he nodded, knowing that what I was saying was true. “So what’s it going to be Khalil?” I asked. “I’ll do it,” he said in a barely audible whisper. “I’m sorry, what was that you said?” I asked. “I’ll do it sir,” he said in a tone that indicated he was resigned to his fate, “whatever you ask, I’ll do it.” I released his throat, pulled my other hand from his underwear and gave him a friendly pat on the back. “Good boy,” I said.

He pulled his underwear down and off and got down on his knees in front of me, staring at my cock as if he wasn’t quite sure how to start. “Why don’t you touch it first?” I said while staring down at him. He looked up at me nervously, then tentatively reached out and touched the head with his left hand. I was leaking precum like crazy and some of it got on his fingers, but he didn’t recoil like I thought he would, instead gently spreading it over my cock head like he was anointing it. “Put your hand on it and stroke it,” I said. He did so, slowly moving his hand up and down my thick shaft in an almost robotic fashion. I was rock hard by now and I felt my pulse quicken as he continued to stroke my cock. “Oh fuck yeah, Khalil,” I moaned, “that’s it boy. Play with my balls also.” He obeyed, using his right hand to gently caress and massage my hairy nut sack while he kept pumping my rod with his left. “See,” I said, “it’s just a cock. Nothing to be afraid of.” He gave a slight grin and said, “It’s really big and thick sir.” He paused, then said, “And your balls are huge sir.” I grinned back at him, amused by his blatant attempt at flattery (not that it would help him) and said, “Yeah boy, that’s eight and a half inches you’ve got in your hand. Now put your mouth on it and start sucking.” He gave me a pathetic look, hoping possibly that I wouldn’t actually force him to go through with it. I narrowed my gaze, then said with a growl, “Suck it Khalil.” He closed his eyes, muttered, “Allah forgive me,” under his breath, then opened his mouth and swallowed my cock almost down to the root.

He gagged immediately and pulled his mouth off, trying to catch his breath, his spit coating my rod, with some of it dripping on the wooden floor. I smiled and said, “Take it slow boy. I don’t want to choke you, okay?” He wiped his mouth and said, “Yes sir. Sorry sir.” I pushed my cock towards his mouth and said, “Just take the head in your mouth first, so you can get used to it.” He nodded and did as he was told, his lips and tongue embracing the first few inches of my massive tool. He moved his mouth up and down without any fancy technique; understandable since I was sure this was his first time sucking dick. But his hot, wet mouth made my cock throb with pleasure and I reached down, running my hand through his short, wavy black hair and said, “Damn Khalil, you’re doing alright for a first timer. You might get to stay here after all.” He pulled his mouth off my cock, looked up at me, actually smiled slightly and said, “Thank you sir.” “You’re welcome boy, now get back on that dick and go down farther this time.” “Yes sir,” he said and took almost half my length into his mouth without hesitation. He sucked and slobbered with more effort now and I began to moan and instinctively started to fuck his mouth, feeding him a bit more with every thrust. I could tell he was trying to relax his jaw and throat because he didn’t gag or choke and his breathing was nice and regular, though a bit rapid. He started to use his tongue with a bit more skill now, licking every available inch of my rigid shaft. And even though he continued to suck with reluctant enthusiasm, he just couldn’t quite get my entire length in his mouth and down his throat. Still, for an amateur, he was making my cock feel damned good. He looked up at me with a somewhat hopeful expression as he worked his pretty mouth up and down my hard dick. Maybe he was thinking that I would just cum in his mouth and it would be over. I decided it was time to disabuse him of that notion.

I pulled out of his mouth abruptly and pointed to the dark blue, geometric patterned plush area rug that covered the floor from the door to just beyond my desk. It was quite thick, easy on the knees if you catch my drift. “Get on the rug,” I said, “on your hands and knees.” His eyes widened in fear, but he said nothing. He was at my mercy now and he knew it. He reluctantly obeyed and as he did so, I went to my desk and got the bottle of lube that I kept in the lower right drawer. He wouldn’t be the first person I had fucked in my office and he wouldn’t be the last. I walked over to him, my huge, rock-hard cock already throbbing at the thought of penetrating his gorgeous ass. He was in position on the rug, with that muscular brown butt of his on full display and jutting slightly upward. He must have heard my approach, because he turned his head around to look at me and when he saw the bottle of lube, he gasped in terror. He began shaking his head slowly and said, “Oh God no, please sir, don’t fuck me. Let me suck your dick some more. I’ll even swallow, I promise. But not this please!” I ignored his protestations; as far as I was concerned, the time for debate was over. I dropped down behind him, set the lube to one side and started to knead and grope his ass. Damn, it was beautiful, two perfectly formed hemispheres of firm, dark skinned, athletically toned man flesh that was covered with a light sprinkling of soft black hair. I gently pulled his cheeks apart and just gazed at his exquisite hole. It looked tight, clean and ripe for destruction. I spit on it, then gently worked two fingers inside him. He gave a slight hiss of discomfort and involuntarily clenched his hole. I slapped his ass hard and said, “You better try and relax your ass Khalil or it’s going to hurt even worse when I start to fuck you. I can either slide in really easily or tear into you so rough you’ll scream. Understood?” His head slouched downward in defeat and he said, “Yes sir.” He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself and I felt his hole loosen slightly. Close enough, I thought to myself.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some directly on his hole, using my fingers to shove it deep inside him. I heard him whimper softly, then a bit louder as I forced more lube in him. I poured a generous amount of lube on my rock-hard cock, set the bottle aside, then got really close to his beautiful butt and aimed the head of my dick directly at his dripping wet hole. He was still tight, but I pressed hard against his hole and suddenly felt it give way and the head of my cock penetrated him, causing him to cry out in agony. “Sir please,” he moaned pitifully, “it hurts sir, it hurts really bad.” I smiled and said, “It always hurts the first time Khalil,” and I started to slowly push my entire length into his tightly gripping orifice. The feeling was incredible, the inside of his ass felt like velvet caressing my rod as I sank deeper inside him and the sound of him whimpering and groaning from the pain sent my arousal level skyrocketing. Normally I violently slam my cock into whatever pussy or ass I’m about to fuck, but I decided to show him a little mercy at first. “Yeah boy,” I said with a cruel edge to my voice, “how does it feel to have my cock up your ass?” He was breathing heavily now and struggled to speak. “It’s too big sir, you’re gonna tear me apart,” he said in a pathetic tone, “the pain, sir please, it’s too much, I can’t take it sir.” As I slowly slid the last of my cock length into him, my balls up against his ass, I chuckled slightly, leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry Khalil. The pain will go away in a day or so. But the shame will last the rest of your life.” I pulled my cock out until just the head was inside him, then I slammed it back in as brutally as I could and began to savagely fuck him.

He screamed in agony as I violently thrust my rock-hard tool into his unwilling fuck hole over and over. God he was so fucking tight. There’s nothing I enjoy more than tearing into a virgin piece of ass, male or female, and I intended to get as much pleasure from this ass as I could. I looked down at the sight of my massively thick cock penetrating his muscular, dark brown butt, the flesh of his hole forming a perfect ring that tightly gripped my shaft as I repeatedly thrust inside him. I could hear him crying and the sound of it raised my animal lust to an intoxicating level. I loved causing pain to the men that I fucked. It meant that I had power over them, like I had over this gorgeous Arab stud. He was a piece of meat that I was using for my pleasure and he had no choice but to submit. I felt an intense throbbing bliss in my cock as I continued to fuck him as hard and as rough as I could. The sweet sound of his sobbing made me want to taunt him a little. “Damn Khalil,” I said, “your sweet ass is really making my dick feel good. Yeah, you’re so fucking tight boy. How does it feel having my huge cock up your hole?” I heard him struggle to speak as he gasped the words, “It hurts sir, please, I can’t take any more, you’re tearing me up sir.” I fucked him even harder as I leaned forward and put my mouth right next to his ear. “You’ll take my dick until I fill your ass with my seed, you hear me boy?” His head sagged downward in defeat and I heard him mutter, “Yes sir.”

I pulled out of him suddenly and heard a gasp of relief come from him. I chuckled and said, “We’re not done yet boy. Turn over on your back and spread your legs.” He briefly hesitated, then flopped over and pulled his legs back as far as he could, opening himself to me with a slightly hostile expression on his tear-streaked face that seemed to say just get it over with will you? I ignored it, positioned myself between his legs and violently shoved my cock back into his hole as hard as I could. He grit his teeth, trying his best to hold back the scream of pain, but he couldn’t hide the agony reflected in the tortured expression on his face as I mercilessly raped his ass, thrusting my cock into him over and over. His virgin flesh was clamped firmly around my rod as I pounded him over and over and the feeling was so utterly exquisite. He had his legs spread as wide as possible, allowing me to get deep inside him. “God damn, Khalil,” I said, “your ass is making my cock feel so fucking good. Yeah, you take dick like a real man.” His jaws were clenched in pain, but he managed to gasp, “Thank you sir.” I pounded him like a relentless machine, shoving my dick and out of him at a brutal pace.

I was trying to hold off shooting my load because of the intense pleasure I was getting from fucking his tight brown butt, but even a stud like me can’t go forever. The throbbing I felt in my cock meant I was on the edge, so I went all out, power slamming his ass as hard as I could. He was grunting and groaning from the pain and the sound of his agony sent me into an erotic frenzy and I knew I was going to cum soon. “Fuck Khalil,” I growled, “you’re gonna make me cum boy. Yeah, I’m about to shoot my load in your virgin ass. You want it boy?” His face still a mask of anguish, he nodded. “Say it,” I demanded as I continued to viciously pummel his fuck hole. “Yes sir,” he said in a tortured voice, “please cum in my ass sir.” I smiled, thinking yeah boy, you just want this over and done. I felt the familiar pulsing in my cock that told me I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, so I started to fuck him even more brutally, savagely raping his hole like he was my prison bitch. “Fuck yeah Khalil, I’m about to fill your sweet ass up with cum,” I growled like a beast, “yeah here it comes boy, here it fucking comes. Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming. Aw fuck yeah, take it boy!!!” and I felt an intensely pleasurable pulsing in my cock as I shot a hot, thick load of cum deep in his asshole. I kept thrusting like mad, pumping load after load of sticky wet semen into his warm, tight cunt. The flesh of his hole gripped my massive tool in a firm, erotically gratifying embrace as I fucked him as rough as I could, filling him up with an enormous amount of my potent seed. Finally my huge balls had produced all that they could and my erection slowly began to wither and I reluctantly pulled out of his wet and dripping orifice.

I sat back and checked to make sure I hadn’t injured him. His hole was raw, red and dripping with cum but fortunately he wasn’t bleeding. “Damn Khalil,” I said while still breathing heavily, “that was the best piece of ass I’ve had in a long time. You were great kid.” “Thanks,” he said as he brought his legs back down and carefully raised himself up to a sitting position, wincing from the pain of his torn-up hole. “Can I go now sir?” he asked, “Not yet,” I said, “I want to get a closer look at your equipment. Stand up.” He got to his feet, though he was a little wobbly as he did so. He shuffled over until he was standing mere inches in front of me. I looked at his cock and damn if it wasn’t impressive. Not as big as mine, but still nice, meaty and veiny. It looked to be around seven and a half inches, dark brown, thick, floppy and circumcised of course. His pubic hair was very dense, black and wiry. He had a big set of balls that hung low in a ball sack that was covered in hair. I reached out and grabbed his dick, stroking and fondling it, enjoying how it felt in my hand. “Damn Khalil,” I said, “that’s an gorgeous piece of meat you’ve got there.” He actually smiled a little and said, “Thank you sir.” I felt his cock getting hard as I pumped it with my fist. I ran my finger over the head of his cock and felt a thick coating of pre cum oozing from his slit. “Fuck Khalil,” I said in a lusty tone as I felt his dick get even harder, “you are leaking like a firehose.” I continued to stroke it, felt it throb, then said, “I gotta get me a taste of that,” and I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock. He let out a gasp, this time of surprise and pleasure. I heard him moaning as I sucked and slobbered on his beautiful brown cock. His tool rapidly got fully hard, filling my mouth with his delicious man meat. I continued to work my lips and tongue over every inch of his tasty, thick tool. I took my mouth off it and jacked it with my hand. I looked up at him and saw that he was looking down at me, his expression a mix of arousal, uncertainty and confusion. “You want me to keep sucking it?” I asked. He shut his eyes, like he was agonizing over how to respond, but then nodded his head vigorously and said, “Yes sir. Please sir.” I smiled, moved my hand to his nut sack and swallowed his dick again, down to the root, burying my nose in his thick pubic bush.

I found the musky scent emanating from his hairy groin intoxicating as I sucked his delicious piece of meat while groping and fondling his balls. His cock was as hard as a marble sculpture now and I could hear him moaning with pleasure, over and over. “Oh God sir,” he said with a throaty groan, “that feels so good. I love what you’re doing sir.” I briefly took my mouth off him and said, “Yeah? You like having me suck your cock?” “Yes sir, I love it,” he said, “you do it so much better than my fiancée.” I grinned and said, “Damn right I do,” then went down on him yet again, taking every inch in my mouth and down my throat. I worked his entire rock-hard tool with my lips and tongue, enjoying the taste and aroma of him and listening to his moans grow louder. He was breathing faster, his dick throbbing like crazy and I knew he was close to shooting his load. “Sir, I can’t hold it anymore,” he said. I couldn’t respond since my mouth was filled with his cock, so I just kept sucking him even faster, eager to have him shoot his cream down my throat. “Oh sir, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, “I’m cumming sir. I’m cumming. Oh God sir!!!” and I felt a tremor in his cock as he fired a huge load of warm, thick cum down the back of my throat, followed rapidly by another. And another. I swallowed his delicious seed as fast as I could, but he was pumping semen into my mouth in an almost continuous stream as I continued to lick and suck his rigid manhood while listening to him groan with pleasure.  Finally after he had spurted nine or ten wads of cum down my throat, I felt his tool start to lose its hardness, then gradually go limp and slip from my mouth.

“Damn Khalil,” I said as I gulped down the last of his spunk, “you shoot a hell of a big load. Almost made me choke. I guess those huge balls aren’t just for show, huh?” He grinned shyly and said, “No sir, not just for show.” I pointed to his clothes. “Get dressed,” I said as I started to do the same. “Yes sir,” he said as he reached for his underwear, then his socks. He dressed rapidly, like he couldn’t wait to leave my office. I guess I couldn’t blame him for that, given that I had practically raped him. He tucked his shirt in, zipped and buttoned his slacks and as he was putting on his belt I said, “You’ve earned your second chance Khalil. But if you test positive for drug use again, your ass will be gone. Nothing will save you next time, understand?” As he buckled his belt he nodded and said, “I understand sir. It won’t happen again, I promise.” “Good,” I said, “now get back to work.” “Yes sir,” he said as he turned and walked from my office, noticeably limping as he did so. I smiled with pride as he shut the door behind him. I finished getting dressed, then went to my desk, sat down and composed a brief email to Richie.

You got your wish kid. He can stay. See you Monday.

As I gathered up my laptop bag and headed for the elevator, I thought about the fact that I had just brutally fucked the hottest guy in my company. And tomorrow night, my massive cock would be buried deep in the tightest, wettest pussy in town. Yeah, it was shaping up to be a damn fine weekend.

The End