Chapter Nine - All play and no work... “Cynthia!” Brian’s hollering echoed throughout the tiled rooms of the ex-Liberty Bathhouse. Many of Kinnetik’s employees nervously looked at Cynthia as she made her way toward Brian’s office, where she would no doubt incur the wrath of her boss. “Yes Brian?” She asked calmly as she stepped warily though the door. “Where the fuck are the fucking boards for Brown fucking Athletics?!” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose as he waited for Cynthia’s reply. “They’re not finished yet.” Cynthia answered softly. “Why the fuck not.” Brian replied in a worryingly composed voice. Before Cynthia could respond as to why the boards weren’t ready, Brian finally lost his temper, his calm demeanour completely forgotten. “I’ll tell you why,” Brian yelled, “Because the fucking art department are a bunch of…” “Brian…” Cynthia interrupted. “What?!” “The boards will be done within the hour. I promise you.” “Good.” Brian picked up his phone and was about to dial when he looked up and saw that Cynthia was still standing apprehensively at his door. “You can fuck off now.” Brian told her. “How dare you talk to me like that!” Cynthia had suddenly had enough of her boss’s offensiveness. “You might be having a shit day, but that is no reason to treat me like crap! You’re lucky I don’t quit.” With that Cynthia slammed the door and left Brian to think over what she had said. Brian replaced the phone back on its holder and leaned back in his chair. He had a bitch of a headache but realised that probably wasn’t the reason for his bad mood. This morning, Brian had woken up with a certain blond draped over him, as usual and both of them were sporting a hard-on, as usual. However, instead of having a “before-work-quickie”, as usual, Justin had told Brian that he didn’t feel like it and had got up to have a shower instead. Justin very rarely turned Brian down, so Brian could only assume that there was something wrong with the blond. Worrying about other peoples’ problems, especially Justin’s, had only one reaction from Brian Kinney, it put him in an absolutely dreadful mood. So there sat Brian, feeling like shit for worrying about Justin, and now feeling even worse, for being rude to Cynthia. Just as Brian thought that his headache couldn’t get any worse, an incessant ringing noise broke in to his thoughts and he felt like someone was dragging barbed wire through his brain. Unable to deal with any kind of conversation at that particular moment, Brian decided that he wouldn’t answer the phone. Eventually the infuriating ringing stopped, and Brian realised that the call had been transferred to Cynthia. A few minutes later and Cynthia appeared at his door again, the cord-less phone clutched in her hand. “It’s Justin.” She explained as she gesticulated to the silver object and tried to hand it over to Brian. Brian pushed the phone back towards Cynthia as he hissed, “Tell him to fuck off.” “Brian!” Came the muffled cry of desperation that was Justin on the phone, “I can hear you’re there, talk to me!” Brian tuned his back on Cynthia and Justin, pretending to become suddenly interested in some paperwork. Cynthia sighed and quickly walked out of Brian’s office, phone still in hand. “I’m sorry Justin,” she whispered, knowing that Brian was still in earshot, “I really don’t know what’s got in to him today.” “It’s not your fault Cynthia.” Justin admitted, “It’s mine. We didn’t have sex this morning.” “Oh.” Cynthia was quite taken aback by Justin explanation for Brian’s bad mood. “I had a really big project to finish at school so I had to get in early.” Justin continued, “Whenever I tell Brian that I don’t want sex, he thinks that there is something wrong and gets really pissy.” “That would explain his bad mood.” Cynthia replied as she sat down at her desk and glanced cautiously back at Brian’s door. “I just wish there was some way to make it up to him, but if he won’t even talk to me I don’t know what I can do.” “Maybe if you came in to the office he’d talk to you?” Cynthia suggested, “But if Brian keeps this up, he’s going to have to find a new assistant. I can’t take any more of his moodiness.” “That’s it!” Justin suddenly exclaimed. “Thanks Cynthia.” “Justin I…” Cynthia shook her head as the phone went dead and she realised that Justin had already hung-up. Cynthia decided to continue with her work; hopeful that Justin was up to something that would put Brian in a better frame of mind. Twenty minutes later and Cynthia had almost finished replying to the vast amount of e-mails that Kinnetik had received that afternoon, and Brian was still sulking in his office. Cynthia was just about to go and check on her boss when Justin made his entrance though the glass doors. “Hey Cynthia.” Justin smiled, “Is Brian still in his office?” “Of course.” Cynthia replied, noting Justin’s unusual appearance, “You can go right in. Just don’t be surprised if he throws you right back out.” “Thanks,” Justin laughed, “I don’t think he will though, not after he sees his new secretary.” “His new what?” Cynthia asked, extremely confused. Justin simply winked and made his way to the dreaded door that was the entrance to “Brian-pissed off-Kinney’s” lair. Justin took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door. “Fuck off.” Came the stifled reply from behind the door. Ignoring Brian’s remark, Justin pulled open the door and stepped through, trying to maintain the smile on his face. “I thought I said…oh” Brian paused as he looked up in to Justin’s hypnotic blue eyes. “Good afternoon Mr Kinney.” Justin smiled pleasantly as he closed the door behind him and locked it, “I’m your new secretary.” “My what?” Brian didn’t have a chance to get angry with Justin; he was too intrigued as to what the blond had planned. “Your secretary.” Justin repeated. “I see.” Brian marvelled as he took in Justin’s appearance. Justin was dressed in a light-blue sweater with a white shirt underneath. The top button of the shirt was open and a dark blue tie was carefully fastened around his neck. To finish off the outfit Justin wore black pants and smart shoes that looked like they had been exceptionally polished. “So should I get to work?” Justin enquired. “Yes…erm…right away.” Brian forgot all about being angry with Justin and his bad mood as he anticipated what would happen next. Justin “got to work” by picking up a few of the papers that were strewn across the desk and arranging them neatly in a pile. Brian couldn’t do anything except watch. Justin finished stacking the papers but instead of moving on to another task, he simply shoved all of the papers on to the floor. “Justin! What the…” Brian was cut short as Justin interrupted. “I’m so sorry Mr Kinney!” Justin exclaimed as he bent over provocatively to retrieve the documents. “I’m so clumsy. My old boss always had to punish me.” “Punish you?” Brian swallowed as the crotch of his pants became tighter. “Yes Mr Kinney. He used to spank me so that I would work harder.” Justin spoke the last word slowly, putting emphasis on looking at Brian’s hard-on that was straining against the material of his pants. “Well…” Brian smirked as he stood up and walked around the desk toward Justin, “If it will make you work harder then I better do it.” Justin left the papers on the floor and rose up to stare in to Brian’s alluring hazel eyes. “Turn around and bend over the desk.” Brian instructed. Justin did as he was told, positioning himself with his ass in the air in the direction of Brian. Brian ran the palm of his hand down Justin’s spine before bringing it down sharply on Justin’s bubble-butt. Justin arched his back upwards from the sting closing his eyes shut and gasping with the pleasure. Justin could feel his cock became fully hard where it was pressed in to the edge of the desk. Brian continued to spank each of Justin’s ass-cheeks alternately, enjoying the reaction that he got from the blond each time. Brian’s final spank, however, landed right on Justin’s crack, the tips of Brian’s fingers lightly touching his balls through the fabric of his pants. Justin moaned as Brian’s hand caressed over his ass, trying to take away some of the pain. Brian’s hand stroked its way around to the front of Justin’s pants where he cupped Justin’s erection. “I’m sure you’ve learnt your lesson.” Brian murmured, blowing hot air on to Justin’s seashell-ear and grinding his hard-on against Justin’s ass. “Yes Mr Kinney.” Justin shivered as Brian squeezed on his achingly hard cock and lightly ran his teeth along Justin’s earlobe. “Good.” Brian removed his hand from Justin’s crotch and moved back around the desk to sit in his chair once more. Justin stood up, panting slightly, and straightened his clothes and hair that were looking quite dishevelled. “I think that you should pick up those papers now Taylor.” Brian smirked. “Oh of course Mr Kinney.” Justin hurriedly picked up the forgotten papers that lay strewn across the office floor. Justin had almost finished arranging the documents when the phone began to ring. Justin looked enquiringly at Brian when the phone went unanswered. “Aren’t you going to get that?” Brian asked. “After all, you are my secretary.” “Erm… sure.” Justin nodded and picked up the receiver. “Kinnetik, how may I help you?” Justin listened for a while aware that Brian was moving closer to him. Brian knelt down in front of Justin and began unzipping his fly. Justin frowned and tried to keep his mind on what the person on the phone was saying. Ignoring Justin’s silent objection, Brian continued by swiftly pulling down the blond’s pants and underwear. Brian trailed soft kisses along the inside of Justin’s perfectly toned thighs and as Brian’s mouth enveloped his dick, Justin had to stop himself from moaning out loud. Justin gulped before telling the person on the phone to “Hang on just a moment.” Brian raised his eyebrow at Justin, waiting for information, but still continued to move his lips up and down Justin’s cock. Justin held the phone to his chest so that his conversation with Brian could not be heard by the caller, “It’s Remsen Pharmaceuticals.” Justin gasped and had to grab on to the desk to steady himself as Brian began to deep-throat him. “They… they want to know… oh fuck!” Justin couldn’t finish his sentence as Brian began to massage his balls and circle his tongue around the head of his cock. “Mmm hmm…” Brian hummed, urging Justin to continue with telling him what Remsen Pharmaceuticals wanted. He only succeeded, however, in making Justin cry out as the vibrations of Brian’s voice surrounded his dick. Brian let Justin’s dick drop from his mouth as he said, “Tell them I’m in a meeting.” Brian then resumed his ministrations on Justin’s leaking cock. Justin had no idea how he was going to speak as he placed the phone back against his ear. “Hello?” He swallowed trying to think of anything that would take his mind off Brian’s current performance. “Yes, I’m afraid he’s in a… he’s in a meeting at the moment…yes…okay…bye.” Justin practically threw the phone back on its cradle so that he could actually concentrate on the amazing blowjob that Brian was giving him. Brian smiled around Justin’s cock and put all of his effort in to making the blond come. Brian placed his hands on Justin’s ass and pulled Justin closer to him so that he was thrusting gently in to Brian’s mouth. Justin’s head fell back and his eyes closed tightly shut as he came. “Fuck.” Justin breathed as his body shook with the force of the orgasm that he had been denying himself from. Brian swallowed each drop of Justin’s come before getting up off his knees and pulling Justin in to a deep kiss. Their tongues slid along each other and Justin could taste himself as he explored Brian’s mouth. Brian held Justin as he whispered in the blond’s ear, “I’m not finished yet. There are a lot more things that need to be done by my secretary.” Brian emphasized the word done and Justin could feel his cock stirring again. “You didn’t handle that phone conversation very well,” Brian smirked, “I think you might need to be punished again. Bend over my lap.” Justin began to pull his pants and underwear up but Brian shook his head, so he bent over Brian’s lap with his ass on full display. Brian rubbed his hand over Justin’s ass, admiring the beauty of the porcelain colored cheeks, before bringing his palm down to spank them. Justin flinched slightly at the first blow, but Brian soothed away the burn by gently rubbing over the pale pink skin. “More?” Brian asked. “Yes.” Justin gasped out, his cock rising to full hardness again. Brian spanked Justin another four times before leaning down to plant soft, comforting kisses on the reddened flesh. Justin couldn’t help but enjoy the friction as he lightly thrust against Brian’s leg, his cock continued to drip pre-come. Brian added his tongue to the kisses that he was giving Justin’s ass, so that the soothing effect would be greater. Feeling Justin writhing a bit on his lap, Brian decided to let his tongue delve deeper so that it licked down Justin’s crack and around the puckered hole. Justin could barely contain his gasps and moans as Brian expertly worked his tongue in and out of the tight opening. Brian almost brought Justin over the edge, knowing his body perfectly, but just as Justin was about to shoot, Brian stopped. Justin continued to breathe heavily as Brian said, “I can’t very well have secretary-jizz all over my Armani pants now can I?” Frustrated, Justin began to rub himself vigorously against Brian’s lap. “Whoa sonny boy.” Brian smirked as he held Justin’s hips in place. “Sit up.” “But Brian, I mean Mr Kinney…” Justin protested. “I said sit up.” Brian repeated forcefully. Justin huffed but had no other choice, as Brian’s ‘secretary’, than to sit up by straddling Brian’s legs. As Justin positioned himself, Brian ran his hands up and down the back of Justin’s sweater, enjoying the feel of the soft material underneath his fingertips. Brian ran his fingers upwards and let them glide through Justin’s silky blond hair, pulling the younger man closer to him. Brian opened his mouth wide, inviting Justin forward, and the blond obliged, capturing the sensitive red lips in a powerful kiss. Justin worked his fingers over Brian’s magnificently toned chest slowly unbuttoning “his boss’s” shirt and removing his tie, never parting from the kiss. Brian returned the favour by pulling Justin’s sweater over his head, breaking the kiss for a second, before quickly resuming it again. “Stand up.” Brian managed to whisper. Justin removed himself from Brian’s lap and began unbuttoning his shirt and removing his shoes and pants, leaving himself nude. Brian toed off his shoes, pulling his pants down at the same time in a frantic effort to become undressed. The fully naked men resumed their former position on the chair and their lips and tongues joined once more. The kiss lasted until Brian realised that Justin was grinding his erection against him again. “I thought I told you.” Brian said firmly, pulling away from the kiss. “But I can’t help it Mr Kinney,” Justin panted, “I need to come so badly.” “Well we’ll have to do something about that then won’t we?” Brian smirked. Justin smiled, hoping that Brian was finally going to give him release, but instead, Brian picked up one of the ties from the crumpled clothing heap on the floor. Justin looked enquiringly at Brian as the older man ran the silk material of the tie through his fingers. “You want to come?” Brian asked teasingly. “Yes.” Justin murmured. “You’ll come when I say you can.” Brian grinned as he let the tie run over Justin’s hard penis. Justin whimpered as the silk material touched him. Brian kissed Justin tenderly as he wrapped the tie around Justin’s balls and fastened it snugly. Justin moaned as Brian pumped his fist up and down Justin’s cock a couple of times to make sure that the tie was serving its purpose. Brian then placed two of fingers at Justin’s lips pushing them gently into the warm entrance. Justin took the digits in and used his tongue so that they were sufficiently lubricated with saliva. Brian withdrew his fingers before placing them in Justin’s crack and working them around his hole. Justin pushed his ass down so that Brian’s fingers were swallowed in to the tight opening. Justin fucked himself on Brian’s fingers hissing at the slight burn from the intrusion. Brian scissored his fingers apart, thoroughly stretching the blond. “Fuck!” Justin gasped as Brian’s fingertips grazed against his prostate. Brian took this as his cue to remove his fingers. Brian grabbed a condom from one of the drawers in his desk and wasted no time at all in ripping open the package and sliding the latex down his cock. Justin lifted himself up and grasped at Brian’s sheathed cock before positioning it at his quivering hole. Justin slowly pushed his hips downwards and Brian’s arousal slid deep in to the blond. Both men gasped as Justin waited for himself to adjust to Brian’s size inside him. Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck and started to ride the older man’s cock slowly. Brian met each of Justin’s thrusts and controlled the rhythm by tenderly holding Justin’s hips. A few jabs against Justin’s prostate and the blond was moaning almost incoherently, “Please let me come…oh fuck…Brian…I need to come…” Brian ignored Justin’s pleas and moved the writhing man harder and faster on his lap. A few thrusts later and Brian was shooting his load in the condom inside Justin’s ass. Eyes squinted shut and mouth open in pleasure; Brian rode out the final waves of his orgasm and slowed Justin’s movements. “Do you want to come?” Brian breathed in Justin’s ear. Justin moaned in reply as Brian began to stroke his cock again. “Come for me.” Brian whispered as he unfastened the tie from Justin’s throbbing dick. Two more tugs at Justin’s hard and leaking cock, and the blond was shooting stream after stream of pearly white come over his own and Brian’s chest. Justin’s entire body shook with the force of his orgasm and he collapsed in to Brian’s arms, his head resting against Brian’s chest. The pair held each other for a few minutes, bathing in the glow of the amazing orgasms they had just experienced. “Are you in a better mood now?” Justin laughed as his snuggled deeper in to Brian’s embrace. “Who said I was in a bad mood?” Brian raised his eyebrow and looked questioningly at Justin. “Your secretary.” Justin laughed. “I hear he’s going to quit because of your highly unprofessional conduct.” “Just as well.” Brian smiled. “I didn’t get much work done when he was around.” The two men kissed passionately but were interrupted when they heard a knocking at the door. “Brian? Are you in there?” Cynthia called. “You need to sign off on these accounts.” “Just a minute.” Brian bellowed, searching around for his clothes. “Take all the time you need boss.” Cynthia replied and smirked to herself as she walked away. “See you at the loft?” Justin asked as he finished adjusting his clothes. “Sure.” Brian smiled, “See you later Sunshine.” Justin simply smiled his thousand-watt smile and walked out of the door leaving Brian to actually get some work done.