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"I can't take it anymore, you little tease."
His zipper hissed as he undid his pants, and Desmond felt the stiff, velvety
skin of the Doctor’s shaft press against his lower back. His cock became
instantly erect in anticipation of the Doctor taking him.  Desmond’s hands
gripped the exam table as he'd bent over.

In one swift jerk he had Desmond’s pants halfway down
his thighs, revealing his tight ass to the cool air of the room. Not even
bothering to lube up his cock the Doctor guided his shaft bareback to Desmond’s
opening. Though he seemed desperate, he teased his opening a little with the
head of his proud masculinity before plunging in with a groan. Desmond had to
bite back a small yelp as the Doctor’s thick, massive shaft filled him in a way
he'd never experienced before.

"You're so damn tight, Desmond." His voice
was thick with lust.

He glanced back over his shoulder, panting. "I
have been working out, I guess it is paying off."

The Doctor looked touched. "You...want this as
badly as I do?"

If Desmond had been facing the Doctor, he would have
given him the "are you nuts?" look. "Of course I have. I haven't
been able to get you out of my dreams for a week now!"

"That's all I wanted to hear." The Doctor
slipped out until just his head was inside his canal, then rammed back in with
such force the entire exam table shuddered. Desmond threw his head back with a
soft cry, his nails digging into the leather of the table. From there he
continued to pump into Desmond aggressively, moving with almost inhuman speed.
The room was filled with the sound of his grunting and the rhythmic slapping of
his hips meeting his back end. Desmond's eyes rolled in ecstasy, relishing
every moment his tool pierced him deeper. The Doctor leaned over Desmond,
wrapping his arms around his midsection to grip his chest, pinching his nipples
and rolling them between his fingers.

Desmond gasped at the slight twinge of pain, but it
was quickly soothed away as he continued to lavish attention on his nipples,
his lips pressing against his spine. All the while his hips kept up the steady
slap,
slap,
slap
of their lovemaking. It was all Desmond
could do to hang on as his hips suddenly picked up speed, and he grunted
loudly. There was a warm sensation in his belly as he jerked one final time,
emptying his seed inside Desmond.

For a brief moment Desmond felt disappointed that the
Doctor orgasmed so quickly, but the Doctor flipped Desmond around and laid him
on his back over the exam table. Smiling softly he crooned, "You didn't
think I was finished, did you?"

Right before Desmond's stunned face he watched his
masculinity harden, curving back up towards his stomach. "You..."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I may have
popped a pill or two to keep up my stamina for you. I want to fuck you
senseless, Desmond."

His center twinged at his words, although Desmond had
a hard time believing that he'd need any sort of pill. Yanking the rest of his
pants off, the doctor gripped both his ankles firmly and raised his legs above
his shoulders before plunging his sword into his sheath with one decisive
movement. Desmond felt him all the way up to his neck, and cried out at the
pleasure he gave him. The doctor fucked Desmond and grabbed his cock stroking
it skillfully at the same time. Desmond’s entire body melted under the Doctor’s
skilled hands. He attended to every bit of Desmond, pinching, tweaking,
teasing, and tasting until he thought he'd go mad from the attention. Desmond
squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold himself away from orgasm.

Tender hands caressed Desmond’s cheeks, and he felt
his eyes flutter open to stare at the man who'd so rapidly captured his
attention. The doctor smiled gently, and seemed thoroughly invested in
examining every part of his body. The Doctor leaned down and nipped playfully
at his skin, soothing away the momentary sting with the softness of his tongue.
With each nip Desmond felt the nerves around his cock tingle, and his eyes
rolled up as he moaned in pleasure.

Stretching a little, Desmond put his arms up above his
head and let the doctor inspect his every crevice with his fingertips and
tongue. The Doctor pulled out and reached between Desmond’s legs and began
sucking his cock, Desmond’s hips bucked wildly. An orgasm was building in his
belly, and he was powerless to stop it. Dr. Tabard must have sensed he was
close, as his pelvis began to force up to the ceiling. The Doctor picked up the
pace, stroking and sucking all at once.

For a brief moment Desmond tried to prevent himself,
but he exhaled and stars exploded in his vision. He was sure he cried out, but
everything was swallowed up in the sudden blissful, floating feeling that only
came from climbing the peak and tumbling back down.

Dr. Tabard wrapped his strong arms around Desmond,
pulling him into a sitting position against his chest. "I know we
shouldn't be doing this, Desmond, but would you consider going to dinner with
me this evening?"

His mind still reeling from their incredible sex,
Desmond only nodded. "Of course, Dr. Tabard, I'd love to."

"Ivan, please." The Doctor’s hand cupped his
chin, bringing his face up to Desmond for a long, sweet kiss. For a moment he
pulled back.

"Ivan," he repeated softly. Desmond smiled
and pressed his lips to the Doctor once again. It was the first of many, many
times that he would utter that name.

Men of Great Power

Throughout time, there has always been men of great
power, these men have had the money and the means to go where they want, do
what they want, with whomever they want.   The truth though was that
men of great power needed nothing to be who they were.  These are men that
just know how powerful they are and they command respect. 

I have always been adventurous and enjoyed the company
of strangers, but none more than men of power.  There is something so sexy
about a man who is in control.  My boss was one of those men, I tried to
hate him, but all I could do was want him.  I didn’t even know if he was
gay. 

One fateful day my Billionaire boss catches up with me
and gives me the surprise of my life, but he is not alone and there is much
work to do.  Would I be able to handle that much man? 

This book is a work of fiction and a second edition of
Taken by my Billionaire Boss, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead
or actual events is entirely coincidental.   Any names, characters,
places, businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

       
I guess you could say….Nothing could have prepared me for that day.  But
realistically, what was I expecting.  I am just a boy with an insatiable
desire for anything exciting, anything that gives you that rush, that feeling
you cannot describe.  I have tried drinking but that just ends with a
hangover, I have tried drugs that just made me feel out of control.  There
is only one thing that really does it for me, one thing that gives me that true
natural rush.  That is of course, the feeling of another man on top of me
and not just in a normal way. The sex I like is risky sex.  I am not
into normal vanilla sex, that got old pretty quickly, what I want is sex with
multiple partners, rough sex, anything different really. I was up for anything!
I have not yet had sex with one man that really did it for me and so now I am
challenged to find a way to find what I am looking for. 

       
For as long as I can remember most if not all of my thoughts are consumed with
sex, starting when I was just a young boy discovering myself.  I found an
ever increasing need to touch myself, no matter where I was. Often times I
would find myself coming home from school on the public bus, masturbating I
could not wait until I got home.  It started off just me doing it so no
one could see and then progressed, not quite so people could see, but not so
that they could not see either.   I was often afraid of getting
caught, but part of me wanted get caught. The fantasy would unfold from there,
once they did catch me I wanted them to fuck me, every which way. I wanted to
be manhandled, used and abused.  I wanted someone who could take control
but most of all I wanted it to be from a man a REAL man.  Many times I
fantasized about rich men, Alpha Males, who have made themselves. 
Secretly I hoped they hated being gay or were these guys that couldn’t admit it
and I could show them they liked it. 

       
Over the years when I was at school I developed “fans” who would always watch
me on the bus. I let them watch because I wanted to, but no one would ever be
bold enough….man enough to take me, and use me as I should be used.  Even
still, what a rush it gave me to know that they were watching.  To know
that what I was doing was turning them on.  It always amazed me at the
different cast of characters, what I mean to say is I am sure that some of
these guys were also those that would not admit that they were gay or I had
turned them to want to try it. 

       
I always wanted to have quick access to my cock so I would never wear
underwear, that way I was always able to grab a handful whenever the desire hit
me, whether I was on a bench in a park, or on a bus I always had quick
access.  I felt a lot of times like a bit of a pervert, but I was not
forcing anyone to look.  If it anyone was a pervert it was the people who
were watching me, besides what was wrong with a healthy sexual
appetite.  

Sadly I had to eventually leave school and was not
sure what would happen, how would I continue my lude acts?  It was not
long when I started in the working world and realized I was back on the bus
again going to work then I began to enjoy myself more and more.  I became
more and
more bold
as to where and when I would
masturbate.  There were a few close brushes with the law, thankfully
       I was never arrested, but I did get caught
a few times in public but at this point I was unstoppable.  I was addicted
to it. 

       
I still took a bus to my job partially because this had become such a part of
my life and partially because I do not make enough money to afford a car. 
Don’t get me wrong, I was by no means broke, but living in a big city with big
rent and big bills affords you many things and strips away others. 

       
Again I developed a truly public audience and as the days went on I found
myself becoming more adventurous.  This is when people began looking for
me to get on the bus or at the various stops looking to see if I was on the
bus. I started to develop quite a following of older men. As mentioned before
they were from all walks of life, lawyers, accountants, construction workers,
teachers.  Yet I could not help but think about the fact that though I did
not make much money, these low brow idiots did not deserve me.  I am sure
they all did well enough, but I had big Billionaire dreams.  Unrealistic,
golden palace dreams, the kind you only read about it books.  People
buying you cars and houses. 

       
At the same time however this “slumming it” was somehow part of the allure, I
was “slumming it” with these “low brown” men.  I did often dream though
that one day a real man would step up and take me away from all of this. 
One day a man of culture, intrigue, experience and of course money would walk
into my life and taste all the sexual virtues I could offer. 

       
 Arriving at work at my usual time I began the monotony of the day. 
My day consisted of answering calls, writing emails, speaking to annoying
customers.    We were a company that sold sales.  What I
mean by that is we sold conferences and coaching to organizations that sold a
product or service to other companies.  Much of my day was spent on the
phone with people who had Anthony Robbins dreams but Redneck work ethics. 

Like the rest of the population I work a usual 9-5
also like the rest of the population, my boss is a rich asshole, always had
been.  He was also someone who had that Billionaire kind of money. 
His favorite hobby besides throwing around money was to make inappropriate
comments to the women and men.  People walked around in fear of their jobs
and most could easily file for sexual harassment.  He did not care he just
threw money at the problems and continued on.  Most of my friends tell me
I should sue him for some of the things he says/asks, but truly I cannot afford
to be out of a job.  Besides, sometimes it’s nice to be wanted. After
spending a hard day at work, “The Asshole” comes to me for a conversation I was
sure not going to enjoy.  Most times he asks me to work weekends, or pick
up his dry cleaning other offensive shit like that. 

He was a little older than me, but obviously made
better choices than I did.  When he walked by you could almost see the
money dripping off of him.  The finest suits, a different watch every day,
shoes         to die for and never a hair
out of place. Here I was with no car and he must have had more than 5 exotic
cars.  Not cheap cars either, I had seen him drive a Ferrari, Lamborghini,
McLaren, Rolls and the Porsche which was obviously his slumming it car.  I
resented him for having all that money, yet I could not help but be drawn to
him.

“James” he said. 

       
“Yes” I replied.

       
“I am going to need your help this weekend, you are going to have to assist
with the seminar for the Peoples Group”

       
“Mr. Farington, this is really not a good weekend for me.  You see I have
family coming in from out of town, we have a dinner planned, sightseeing etcetera. 
I cannot break these plans with them.

       
“No one is asking you to break plans, James.  You are the account manager
for this client, if you do not want to service the account I am happy to
transfer this to another account manage you always have to be so flamboyant and
dramatic.”

       
        This was a shot at me being gay, I
knew it, and he knew it.  It was a well-known fact that he acted quite
like he was a gay hater, but to paraphrase Shakespeare, I think he doth protest
too much.    

       
        “Sir, truly this won’t work for me.”
        “Aw come on James, you know I will
pay you for it, in fact I will pay you time and a half.  Your other option
is to not come into work at all.”

       
He often said things that would shock you and this,
do as I say or else I
would fire you
routine was pretty standard operation for this guy. 
However, what got me was the time and a half, I could use the money and I
really had no one coming in on the weekend, I just preferred not to work. 

       
        “OK Sir, I will cancel my family and
see you Saturday.”

       
“That’s a good boy, I like a boy that does as he is told.”

       
He reached over and grabbed my hand and gave it a very tight squeeze and looked
me deep in the eyes. As I lowered my eyes avoiding his gaze could swear that he
had a hard on, perhaps it was wishful thinking but that sort of thing is hard
to not notice.  What I mean to say is he had a big cock.  I watched
him walk away rubbing my cock through my pants thinking of that big rod deep in
my mouth. 

       
4:58, time to get the hell out of Dodge. I put my computer in my bag and made
my way to the bus stop.  All the while thinking of my boss Damon.  He
has striking blue eyes, and jet black hair.  Thinking of how he looks more
like a Bay street lawyer then a sales savvy owner.  Thinking about what he
must look like under all of those clothes and how I wanted him to be all over
me. Yet he was however such and asshole, he treated me like shit, why do I want
him?  I felt very conflicted with regard to my emotions.  But it was
not my emotions that would rule what I did. 

       
It was a nice sunny day, like most of the days seem to be lately so I was happy
to be outside. I felt myself starting to get excited as I knew that I was about
to begin, my favorite part of the day, masturbating in front of
strangers.  I now had something to think about, my rich asshole of a
boss.  Yet now I also felt like these random strangers were becoming less
deserving, after all if I was correct, now my Billionaire boss wanted to fuck
me, so why should these plebs get a free show.  The moment truly did not
last very long as my libido got the better of me. 

       
The bus arrived and sheepishly I walked to the back of the bus pretending that
I did not notice the men who watched me almost daily.  The usual cast of
characters were there, all looking at me with their gaping eyes, all wanting
me.  I could smell their musk as I walked by each of them and see the
excited and rhythmic breathing pattern, they all seemed to be in unison. 
Much like they were all just in the same perverted marathon. 

       
Even though this was not Mr. Farrington, I still had needs, wants and desires.
I already felt like my hard cock was going to explode.   However,
this was a seduction, a process, part of the show, it needed to follow the
correct path. I sometimes felt as if I was a performer and this was my
audience.  The tease then began, my legs lazily fell open I began to rub
the bulge in my pants.

       
I was quite well endowed if I may say so not huge but at least 8 inches and
very thick.  I was not muscular by any stretch of the imagination, my
build was more of a swimmers build.  I was not overly tall, about average
5’ 9 and almost completely hairless.  I never knew why I had such little
hair on my body but as I got older I began to appreciate not having to shave as
much as most, because the hair that I did have was constantly and religiously
shaved.  I was in perfect shape, I did work out 3 days a week and still
kept the abs I had in high school.  I was happy with the way I looked and
so were my onlookers

       
Once my legs fell open I instantly started to feel
the cum
trying to escape, seems as though I had primed myself a little too much before
getting on the bus.  I could truly cum at the drop of a hat if I did not
control myself so at the slightest occurrence of anything sexual I could feel
juices trying to force their way out.  I was always hard, most times I had
to walk around with my cock in my waist band because it would just stand at 90
degrees if I didn’t.  That almost made things worse because then I could
rub the head of my already hard cock throughout the day.  I had little
choice though, I needed to avoid the embarrassment of having a rock hard cock
all day.

       
As I looked over the few people who were watching, they looked away pretending
they were not looking but we all knew they were, this charade was so
confusing.  I saw them every day, they were the same guys. The four of
them were so spineless, all I wished for, desired for, longed for was for Damon
to step onto the bus and use me like the fuck slut I am.  But that would
never happen, he would never be on the bus, he would never come close to public
transit.  I was often times frustrated by this but to
consumed
with my own self-gratification to care.

       
As we continued to drive I could see as we stopped, some of the regulars
waiting at the bus stops to ensure that I was on the bus. This ended up causing
a lot of problems for the bus driver who had to wait for people who pretended
to be running to the bus, but really were just wanting to see if I was in the
back. 

       
At the next stop two more of the regulars stepped onto the bus.  Now there
were six men that was more than had ever been in front of me before.  It
scared me which simply excited me more.  I was so horny knowing that all
eyes were on me that I almost accidentally shot my load all over the
place.  I was almost at the point of no return and I had to bring myself
back from the brink.