“Thanks for inviting me back man,” He offered me his hand and I enthusiastically took it, “I’m so ex

“Thanks for inviting me back man,” He offered me his hand and I enthusiastically took it, “I’m so excited to be here.”“I’m excited to have you here,” He squeezed my fingers together and used his free hand to pat the back of mine.I involuntarily clenched: from my jaw all the way down to my butthole. For a moment I thought I was afraid of him, but I quickly realized that was just because I wanted to impress him so badly. I admired him, I practically worshipped him, so to feel a little nervous was totally natural. Even my massive boner was obviously a normal reaction to being near such a spectacular guy. Still, I was glad that I had decided to wear a tight pair of speedos under my board shorts like he had recommended.“I’m going to show you around today,” He fixed his gorgeous smile somewhere between confident and cocky, “don’t hesitate to ask your stupid questions, dumb ass, an idiot like you is going to have to concentrate hard and listen carefully in order to fully understand your new roll.”I shook my head in confusion, trying to form a clear thought despite the fog his power and attractiveness created in my mind, “I…? Work…? Here…?” I managed to get out, but my tongue felt strangely clumsy. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t stop a large bubble of drool escaping from my mouth when I spoke, even though I knew how drooling would make me look like a complete and total moron.His smirk, for its part, was definitely cocky now, “You’re so stupid: you work for me,” he clarified, “it doesn’t matter where we are.”“I work…for you?” I fumbled around the words as I tried unsuccessfully to speak without drooling. I felt my entire body flush hard with embarrassment.“Yep,” He pulled me towards him, released my hand, and then tapped me on the forehead, “you work for me.”It was like he had pushed a reset button. My eyes automatically fell shut, and the last thing I saw was him stepping in to stop me from collapsing onto the ground. I was asleep for somewhere between moments and minutes, it was hard to tell, but even as I slept I could still smell and hear him vividly. He was talking about me: letting me know how stupidly unaware and relaxed I was. He was talking about himself: reminding me how great he is, how much he turns me on, and how a guy like me naturally wants to do or agree with everything he says.I, of course, agreed. After all, I admire and respect the guy: he should know that I think he deserves my full-throated support. I may have drooled uncontrollably when I tried to tell him so, but it just seemed important that he hears it from me. He deserved to hear directly from my clumsy, drooling mouth that my tongue and lips would be better occupied sucking his dick than voicing an opinion. I had to let him know that as his new “employee” I considered it my job - my purpose - to execute his vision for me with enthusiasm and dedication.By the time I opened my eyes and saw his smirk again, I felt weak and helpless. I was so embarrassed by how much better and more attractive than me he was that I couldn’t look him in the eye, so instead my eyes focused on his feet. Still, even that didn’t feel quite respectful enough so I slowly sank towards my knees. He didn’t let me get all the way to the ground though. When he realize what I was doing he lifted me back to my feet.“That’s a good boy,” He patted my arm with a chuckle, “but you don’t need to do that now. Right now I need to show you around, you moron. This afternoon, after lunch, you can practice kneeling behind the counter for me. If you do well this morning I’ll even let you practice tasting me. You want to know how I taste, don’t you?”“Yesh smer,” I nodded and drooled.“Good boy,” He said again, “come on, follow me, let me explain in detail exactly how all of this is going to work.” -- source link

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