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Walter remembered falling asleep.
The next thing he knew he found that he was at H.T.U.V. headquarters in a little visited corner. But the remoteness of the corner did nothing to soothe the shock of discovering that he was entirely naked.
Naked and on his knees and elbows with his ass arched up, eager and ready.
He could hear voices murmuring, not close, but he went to move, to sit up, to cover himself, whatever, only to have a hot and firm hand land square in the middle of his back pushing him down holding him in place.
Walter choked down an aborted cry.
“Hush, Walter,” Lance murmured. “You don’t want to bring everyone running.”
Craning his neck back, Walter saw Lance kneeling up dressed in khakis and shirt but with his flies undone and his hard cock fully on display.
“Lance?” Walter questioned breathlessly, looking away. It was too much.
Lance hummed non-committedly, sweeping the hand he had pressed to Walter’s back down his flank to his hips before bringing both his hands up to knead firmly at his ass.
Walter’s mind had been racing with all the surprises in the last few moments, but as Lance took firm hold of his bare ass a delightful shiver ran through his body whiting out his mind and pleasure overtook panic.
His cock which had hung soft between his thighs now began to chub and his hips canted back into Lance’s questing hands.
“That’s it sweetheart,” Lance crooned, “Now you are getting with the program.”
One of Lance’s fingers trailed dry and teasing down the cleft of Walter’s ass pausing to press teasingly at his furled pucker before tracing down to his balls.
Biting his lips to keep from moaning at the tease, Walter turned again.
His face burning, Walter asked, “Wha-. . .what is going on?”
“Oh kid, look at your face,” Lance cooed. “Blushing and lovely.”
Walter ducked his face to stifle a moan at Lance’s words, but he looked back again, questions still in his eyes.
“Come on baby boy, you know that this is your fantasy. A hair’s breadth from being discovered by all our coworkers, naked and flushed and wanting. Your cute little ass, high and just begging for my cock.”
Walter whimpered, his cock now fully hard and leaking onto the floor between his knees.
“But don’t worry, darling,” Lance said, taking a slow pull of his own cock wet with his own precum. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
Walter heard rather than saw a snap behind him before feeling a slicked finger return to his hole, teasing and pressing lightly. Unable to help himself, Walter moaned and pushed back towards the finger. He felt so empty and desperate for Lance to fill him up.
Lance chuckled lowly, “Oh sweetheart, you do want everyone to hear you. Making all that noise. Marcy and Eyes definitely would come investigate.” Lance plunged in his finger to the second knuckle to emphasize the point as Walter gasped and thrust back. “Doubt they’d be surprised at what a wanton slut you are. Only really good for taking cock.”
Adding more slick and another finger, Lance continued, “The very best use for you would be to keep you naked and slicked up. Always ready to be bred. That pretty cock of yours mostly for show, so that everyone can see just how much you love it.”
Walter thought he was going to chew through his lip to try to keep quiet. The filth Lance’s low voice poured into his ear and the fingers that worked in and out of his hole stirred him to new heights. He was desperate for some relief but he did not dare reach for his own cock, as Lance said, it was just for show. If he couldn’t do that then there was only one alternative.
“Lance, please,” Walter gasped out.
“Please what, kid?” Lance crooned, pushing in a third finger.
The stretch was exquisite, but not nearly enough.
“Please. Fill me,” Walter panted, and with a moan begged, “‘M so empty.”
With no further prompting, Lance slid forward yanking out his fingers causing Walter to gasp before replacing them finally with the blunt, shining head of his cock which he pressed in, slow, and firm, inexorable.
Walter sweated and writhed as Lance pressed in, so deliciously full. The hollow, empty feeling, a distant memory.
Lance did not so much as pause until his balls bumped gently into Walter’s.
As Lance paused, Walter had a flash of what they would look like if someone should find them. Walter naked on his knees and elbows. Cock hard and untouched, leaking onto the floor between his parted thighs. Face flushed red and sweating, with his lips plump with biting them to keep quiet. Lance kneeling behind him, completely dressed, the only part of him bared, hidden inside Walter.
Walter shivered in delight at the thought and with the intoxicating fullness. It was almost too much, and then Lance moved and it became impossibly better.
“baby boy, look at you taking me so sweetly,” Lance purred, settling his hands on Walter’s hips holding him as he thrust in slow and shallow to start. “You’re practically pulling me in, your hole is so hungry.”
Whining, Walter threw back his hips, wanting it harder. Faster. More.
Perversely, Lance slowed. Pulling almost all the way out while grabbing two handfuls of Walter’s ass and spreading his cheeks.
“You have such a pretty hole, darling. Glistening and stretched out from my cock. Look how much it wants me inside you,” Lance teased, while Walter screwed his eyes shut waiting for him to push back into him where he belonged.
Releasing one of the cheeks, Lance pressed a finger in alongside his cock pulling a strangled whine from Walter’s throat. He played lightly with the rim while Walter quivered in an effort to remain still.
“You like that, baby boy? Bet I could stretch you out. Fill your hole up, get it to gape,” Lance chuckled and slowly began to thrust his cock in and out while his finger curled and stroked at Walter’s walls.
“But that’s not for today,” Lance assured, pulling his finger out returning his grip to Walter’s hip. With a sharp pull, Lance thrust fully into Walter before setting a punishing pace.
Walter closed his eyes and throw back his hips revelling in finally getting the fucking that he so desperately needed from Lance. When Lance shifted his angle, Walter saw stars as his prostate was hit. The choked-off wail telling Lance that he’d hit the right spot.
“You’re trying so, so hard to be quiet, darling. Wouldn’t you rather just let it all out? They’d all come running to see, all those eyes would be on you. Watching you, wanting you. They’d not be content to just watch you, oh no, they’d want to get their hands on you. Pinch those pretty nipples of yours, tease that pretty cock. They’d love to put a finger in you. Push past your pretty lips and make you suck them. Put their fingers in your greedy hole.”
Walter was practically crying with the overwhelming lust from the pictures Lance was spinning before his closed eyes.
“But kid, you have to know that they can’t,” Lance’s whisper turned savage and his thrusts hit harder. “And you know why?”
Lance thrust fully in and stopped before leaning down over Walter’s back. Walter could feel Lance’s hot breath washing over his ear, “Because you’re mine.”
That was all it took for Walter, his orgasm ripped through him taking all thought with it. His cock spurted completely untouched jerking up towards his belly. Before he was even finished cumming, Lance slammed into him two more times and Walter felt warm cum fill his hole.
Walter’s arms gave out but Lance caught him and lowered him to the floor. Sound seemed to filter back in and Walter heard Lance crooning endearments and random praises about how good he was while his hands ran over him in soothing caresses.
Walter wanted to say something, but darkness took him before he could regain the use of his tongue. Just as it washed over him, Walter felt Lance bestow a kiss on his forehead and he slipped into unconsciousness with a smile.
The End.