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Lance had been working his butt off in college to get his business degree, and it was finally going to pay off. For his final semester, he only needed to complete an internship at a company. He applied to three different establishments and was fortunate enough to receive offers from all of them. However, one seemed to stand out more than the others, mostly because of the cute guy he would be working under. Mr. Geno Lorenzo, was the complete package, and Lance could’ve sworn there was a spark between them during the interview. Professional? No. Enticing. Hell, yes.

It was the final day of his first week. Lance was finishing some filing when Geno called him into his office. Lance looked around the empty office and thought this was the perfect opportunity to figure out if Geno really was into him.

“Close the door,” Geno said, to which Lance eagerly obliged.

“What can I do for you, sir,” Lance asked, trying his hardest to hide a flirtatious grin.

“I just wanted to let you know what a great job you’ve done in your first week. You’re a quick learner, and quite frankly, better than half the staff I employ with six figure salaries.”

“Thanks,” Lance replied, “I’m glad you like my work.”

“I’m glad, as well,” Geno said, “After all, it’s not every day an executive like myself can catch such a young stud like yourself.”

Lance wasn’t sure if Geno was still complimenting his work or hitting on him. His impulse told him the latter, and he reacted.

“Well, I’ve never worked for such a stud, if you don’t mind me saying,” Lance said.

Geno flashed a wide grin, “It sounds like you’re coming on to me, Lance.”

“Maybe I am.” And why not? Geno looked no more than five years older than Lance, and the energy between them was lighting up the room.

Geno reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a metal flask. “Well, then, how about a toast to a great first week, and to many more private evenings between us?”

Geno extended the flask to Lance. Lance accepted it with delight.

“To our future,” Lance said as he took a swig. He passed the flask back just as his fingers began to tingle. The tingling spread up his arm into his head. Suddenly, the room seemed cloudy. “Hey,” Lance slurred, “whatsgoinon….” Geno jumped out of his chair and caught Lance before he hit the floor. The last thing Lance saw was Geno’s lascivious grin, then nothing.

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The first thing Lance realized as he came to was that his head was pounding like someone was hammering nails into it. The second thing was an odd taste in his mouth. He couldn’t quite place it, but as he opened his groggy eyes, he realized what was happening soon enough.

Lance was lying down on a bed in a room devoid of other furniture. His hands were handcuffed above his head to the metal frame, his feet tied together and secured to the opposite end. The taste in his mouth was the brand new tie he bought the previous day, wrapped twice around his head to keep him properly gagged. Finally, his shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his smooth, taut chest.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake,” a voice echoed from across the room. Lance turned his head and saw Geno sitting in a chair in a shadowy corner of the room.

“Mmmmph mmmpph mmmph mmmph,” Lance said, which was gag speak for “What are you doing,” but Geno couldn’t understand a word.

“I’m sorry, Lance, but I can’t understand you. But I understood you loud and clear in my office. You’ve got a thing for your new boss. And if you don’t mind me saying so, I’ve got a thing for you as well. I mean, watching that cute ass of yours bent over filing all week practically made me shoot a load behind my desk. But now that I know you’re into me, we can have a little fun of our own together.”

Lance started shouting in protest, but Geno quickly placed his hand over Lance’s gagged mouth.

“Shhhh. I thought you wanted this. Don’t you want this,” Geno asked. Lance shook his head in rejection.

“Well, you wanted it just fine upstairs in my office. And I’m a fair boss. I always give my employees what they want.” Lance closed his eyes in disgust as Geno ran his hand down Lance’s chest. This was not what Lance had in mind when he decided to make a move on his boss. He pulls at his bonds in vain, but the cold metal handcuffs weren’t giving. And as minute after minute went by, Lance found it harder to stop his body from reacting…naturally.

“Oh,” Geno said with a surprised look on his face, “it looks like you are enjoying this. Guess I’ll just keep going.”

Lance continued struggling, but as Geno ran his hand down Lance’s leg, he found it harder to resist his sexual urges. Finally, Geno settled on his socked feet, lightly running his fingers up and down them.

“Are you ticklish, Lance,” Geno asked as Lance tried pulling his feet away. “I guess so.” In actuality, Lance wasn’t ticklish at all, but his feet were a sensual soft spot that could set him off with the slightest touch. Lance tried to fight back his moans as Geno worked his feet over. After what felt like a sexually charged, tortuous eternity, Lance stopped fighting it and gave it. His toes curled and he let out a long moan. Geno watched as Lance’s pants darkened between his legs.

“Are you enjoying yourself now,” Geno asked.

Lance nodded.

“Good, because we’ve got all night, and I’m just getting started.”

Lance let out a half smile. Perhaps this was what he wanted, after all.

The End

Lance played by Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/08/2014