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Seungcheol doesn’t notice the time when he hears a knock on his office door and his secretary peeks inside.
“Mr. Choi.” Junhui invites himself in. “Lunch?” He holds up the takeout food he must’ve ordered before checking in on the CEO.
Seungcheol doesn’t even look up from his laptop. “Not hungry,” he says, typing away. From the corner of his eye, he sees Junhui put his hand down and sigh.
“Seungcheol.” The change in his secretary’s tone finally gets Seungcheol’s attention. He meets Junhui’s gaze. “It’s 1 p.m. You haven’t come out of your office since you came in this morning.”
He knows there is no space to argue anymore. Not with Junhui calling him by name. Still, he makes his last attempt. “I have to finish this presentation today.”
“And you’re almost done.” Junhui doesn’t even miss a beat and Seungcheol’s puzzlement must have showed on his face because his secretary explains, “I have your log-ins, remember?” Ah, the secretary probably checked his progress before coming in.
“Yes. But then these paperwork-”
“Can wait.” Junhui’s tone has a certain finality to it and Seungcheol could only put his laptop away as the man approaches his desk. Without another word, he begins to unpack the takeout he bought for Seungcheol and set the table.
“I worry about you, you know?” Junhui says just as Seungcheol picks up the chopsticks. “You overwork yourself and you don’t even eat.”
Seungcheol doesn’t know why, but that comment seems to have done it for him. “I’m sorry.” Tears start flowing before he even realizes it and he sets down his chopsticks to wipe them off his face aggressively. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just- god.”
Junhui is beside him in seconds, gently pulling Seungcheol’s one arm and wrapping it around his torso. He guides his boss’s head to lean against his stomach and wipes his tears away with his thumb. Seungcheol, though, only buries his face to Junhui’s stomach and cries harder.
It takes a while before Junhui maneuvers the two of them to a different position and Seungcheol soon finds himself on his secretary’s lap while Junhui takes over the CEO’s seat.
“It’s not even those bigshot snotty investors I’m worried about.” Seungcheol continues his rant right after chewing. “But the President is going to be there and I-” don’t want to disappoint him.
Junhui just nods when Seungcheol stops speaking, an indication that he understands what is left unsaid. Seungcheol goes on to vent about all his recent problems, and Junhui only half-listens, more focused on getting his boss fed.
“I’ve been cooped up in this desk for days and you-”
Junhui’s focus immediately shifts from the empty containers of food to the man on his lap. “Me?”
Seungcheol nods and then buries his face to the crook of Junhui’s neck before muttering the end of his sentence. The secretary leans back and asks Seungcheol to repeat what he said, and the latter props his chin on Junhui’s shoulder before speaking. “You haven’t unlocked me since last week.”
The CEO had to squeeze Junhui’s other shoulder to get the man to stop laughing. “So it really just boils down to my baby girl not getting dicked down, huh?” Seungcheol is red in the face from the vulgar words but the warmth starting to spread in his stomach is undeniable.
“You know, I’ve read once that we need to stand for at least 15 minutes every hour of sitting.”
“Is it really the time to quote one of your Twitter articles?”
Junhui just chuckles before continuing, “I imagine you haven’t stood from your desk since this morning.”
Seungcheol can’t pinpoint what it is, but he has a bad feeling about this. Still, the CEO nods in confirmation.
“Time to stand then,” is the last sentence Seungcheol hears before he’s bent over at his desk (When did Junhui even clear the table?), forehead pressed against his crossed forearms, and dress pants and briefs pooled around his ankle.
Junhui works around the CEO’s desk like it has always been his, opening the first left drawer to grab the lube and quickly closing it again before uncapping the bottle. Seungcheol can’t see what his secretary is doing, but he hears it, feels it when two thick fingers split him open without warning. Can only gasp everytime Junhui parts his fingers in between thrusts in an attempt to get him ready for another digit.
Seungcheol has to bite his arm when the said digit comes, but suppressing his moans prove to be difficult as Junhui seems adamant in abusing his prostate.
“Why are you so quiet?” Junhui asks as though Seungcheol can answer with the secretary’s fingers massaging the sweet bundle of nerves. “It’s not like anybody can hear you.” Seungcheol sniffs, then gasps when Junhui suddenly pulls his fingers out. Had he been lucid enough, he would have heard something being pulled out of the second drawer. But as it is, Seungcheol finds himself unable to suppress a squeak as a silicone cockhead breaches his entrance.
The dildo is big, and it reaches deep inside Seungcheol. Big enough to brush against his prostate everytime Junhui thrusts it in. Big enough to make him sob everytime Junhui pushes it in, as though trying to fit even the base inside. Big enough to leave Seungcheol’s hole gaping after Junhui decides to pull it out, making the secretary chuckle in amusement as he stares at it.
The dildo is big, but not as big as Junhui’s cock. Seungcheol has taken it plenty of times before, yet the girth still surprises him and his hole convulses against the length. He feels his own dick trying to rebel against his cage, to no avail, and he leaks. Seungcheol tries to lean forward, angling himself so that his precum doesn’t drip to his pants. But he realizes that the more he leans forward, the more Junhui’s cock gets pulled out of his hole, so he ends up grinding back.
Too busy uselessly trying to chase his release, Seungcheol doesn’t even find it in him to question that this isn’t the typical Junhui. Junhui, his dom, would never let him have control of any situation. After all, that is the whole nature of their relationship. CEO Seungcheol who is supposed to be in control of everything being controlled by his lowly secretary.
It isn’t until an alarm rings that Seungcheol realizes what just happened. He feels Junhui’s hands on both sides of his waist, physically stopping him before the secretary even voices the command. “Back to work, baby girl.”
Before Seungcheol can even retort, Junhui is already seated on his chair, lower body naked. The secretary lays his hands on either armrests and spreads his thighs in invitation, and Seungcheol knows he has no other choice. He steps out of his pants and pouts as he sits back onto Junhui’s lap. The secretary chuckles before gently pushing him up and guiding him to sit on his cock.
“Keep me warm?”
Seungcheol nods, trying his hardest not to grind against the dick inside him. A moan slips from his mouth when Junhui rolls their chair closer to his desk and the latter lets out an amused laugh. “So needy.” Seungcheol just pouts even more and sets his laptop back into place.
Ideas come more easily to Seungcheol now that he has something that keeps him grounded. He types nonstop, suddenly having a clearer understanding of the flow of his presentation. He has two slides left when he hears Junhui’s alarm. “Time to stand, baby.”
“But I’m almost done.” Besides, as much as he loves getting dicked down, being played with without the promise of release is nothing but torture.
“Who says you have to stop?” He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Junhui is sporting a sinister grin.
Seungcheol is bent over once again. This time, his elbows are propped on the desk and his fingers can still almost deftly type on the keyboard in front of him. Junhui slides in and out of his asshole slowly, considerately. Part of him controlling Seungcheol is making sure that the CEO gets his job done. As a secretary, it serves him well when Seungcheol is not buried in backlogs.
He still manages to hit Seungcheol’s prostate, though, and he’s sure he needs to proofread this presentation tomorrow. Or maybe, he can make Cheol do it right now. Junhui stops his phone timer with two minutes left, deciding to ride it out until Seungcheol finishes the presentation.
“Don’t forget to proofread your work, baby girl. Or you’re going to get a spanking for each typo I see tomorrow.” He says before suddenly pushing in and making Seungcheol press one key a bit too hard.
Seungcheol closes his eyes as Junhui continues to give him more forceful thrusts before he understands what the latter expects of him. “Y-Yes, sir.” He stutters and Junhui’s next slide in is slow again. He keeps that pace until Seungcheol tells him he’s done with the presentation, and he sits them down again.
“Is there anything… urgent I need to review… sir?” Seungcheol asks. Every move he makes to set the laptop aside in favor of the stack of paperwork on his deck shifts the cock in his hole ever so slightly, making him pause in between words.
“Just the Diamond Publishing proposal, Mr. Choi.”
Seungcheol whines at the title and demanded, “Baby girl.” God, he never realized how humiliating it sounds coming from his own mouth.
Junhui nods, though, and something akin to fondness laces his voice when he repeats the nickname. “Baby girl.”
The CEO hums contentedly before opening the folder before him and getting back to work. When the alarm rings, his caged dick leaks at the insinuation, much like a dog at the sound of a bell. He clutches at his desk, getting ready to stand and bend down again when Junhui fondles his legs and motions for him to do something else. His secretary manages to turn him around without dislodging the cock in Seungcheol’s hole.
Now face to face, Seungcheol instinctively wraps his arms around Junhui’s neck while the secretary grabs him by the hips.
“I’m going to stand.”
Seungcheol nods and wraps his legs around Junhui’s waist. Seungcheol crosses his legs behind Junhui when the latter stands up. He doesn’t get a moment to find his own balance before Junhui’s hands have his hips in a vice-like grip and Seungcheol is bounced on the thick cock like he is nothing but a fleshlight, a perfect cocksleeve for Junhui to do as he pleases. And with every glide down, every drop of precum from his pathetic dick, every whimper out his mouth as Junhui’s cock hits his prostate with careless precision, it becomes apparent to Seungcheol that he is nothing but.
So he allows himself to be manhandled by Junhui, lets all his thoughts fly out of his head as his mind reaches that blissful trance that only his secretary’s cock can give him as it reaches deeper and deeper inside him. Seungcheol takes what Junhui decides to give him and doesn’t ask for more. Doesn’t know what more to ask for. Doesn’t know what he needs. But that’s why Junhui is here, isn’t it? To make decisions for him. To be in control.
So, if Junhui decides to come inside him, fill his pussy with cum, breed him full, Seungcheol needs to do nothing but take it and thank him, his own caged cock be damned. The kiss that Junhui grants him for being such a grateful baby girl is spectacular.
Junhui doesn’t pull out and instead plugs him up with his softening cock to keep the cum in his hole. Seungcheol feels his ass hit wood and it takes him a moment before realizing Junhui partially sat him on his desk to retrieve something from his first drawer. When he sees what it is, Seungcheol’s eye go wide in excitement.
“Baby girl.” Junhui tries to get his attention, but Seungcheol’s gaze is fixed at the key in his hands. (Junhui lets Seungcheol keep a pair in case of emergency.) “Are you listening to me?”
Seungcheol nods but his eyes don’t leave the key.
“Seungcheol.”
The CEO whines and mutters a “yes, sir.”
“We still have an hour left. I can unlock you now, but you’re not allowed to come until 5 o’clock. Do you want me to unlock you?”
Do you want me to unlock you?
Do you want me to unlock you?
Do you want me to unlock you?
Fuck, yes! Seungcheol has been waiting for this for a whole week! He’s nearly forgotten what it feels like to get hard, let alone actually come. “Yes, sir.”
“If you come before 5:00, I’m going to lock you up for a month. Do you understand?”
A MONTH? Seungcheol knows it’s not an empty threat and he doubts he can last that long. How has he not foreseen this? Maybe he’s better off with the cage for now. He just has to wait an hour anyway. What’s another hour compared to a week? To a month? But he’s been given a choice and he chose this. Should he just beg?
Seungcheol’s inner monologue is cut short by a clicking sound.
Well.
Shit.
Junhui has unlocked his cage before Seungcheol can even decide what to do. There’s no turning back now.
For his part, Junhui doesn’t tease Seungcheol as the latter continues to do his work. He’s just sitting there, fumbling with his phone. So Seungcheol doesn’t have anyone but himself to blame for why his cock is getting hard. In his defense, the sticky feeling in his hole is getting a bit uncomfortable so can anyone really blame him for readjusting himself from time to time? It’s not like he’s trying to feel up the cock inside him. Not at all.
Once again, Seungcheol’s cock releases a steady stream of precum at the sound of Junhui’s alarm. He just hopes that this reaction to that forsaken sound doesn’t haunt him after the play. (Why did Junhui have to use Radar aka the default timer sound anyway? Why couldn’t he have chosen something unique like Boing!!!???)
Anyway, fifteen minutes left. Things are looking good for Seungcheol. With a gentle push, he stands up and effectively gets off Junhui’s flaccid cock. He clenches his hole as hard as he can, but a small amount of cum trickles down his leg.
Junhui pushes him down further and Seungcheol takes it as a hint to bend over his desk again. He places his palms at the edge of the wood and bends down. He wants to avoid leaning on his desk since he wasn’t able to reorganize the papers sprawled all over it. But Junhui pushes him down further, and it’s only then that Seungcheol understands what position the younger wants of him, though he doesn’t know why. He bends further down until his palms are flat against the floor, ultimately presenting his ass to Junhui who is still seated at his chair.
Junhui’s hands cup his cheeks and fondles them, thumb dangerously close to his hole. “Relax.” He says and Seungcheol does. Cum escapes Seungcheol’s asshole and Junhui is quick to wipe it back in with his thumb, even pressing at the rim. Seungcheol hisses and struggles to stay in position.
“Good girl.” Junhui spreads the cheeks apart and holds Seungcheol’s hole open. He looks at the cum that Seungcheol keeps. His cum. Junhui’s mark. He stares as the glorious hole winks at him, and then he spits and watches as it convulses at the sudden intrusion. He lets go of Seungcheol’s ass, an indication for the CEO to clench again. To keep what Junhui has so generously given him.
Ten minutes.
“On your desk again, baby girl.” Seungcheol busies himself with presenting, pushing some papers away from his body. They’re better off on the floor than near him, anyway. He hears a drawer open and close but doesn’t get a chance to peek at what Junhui retrieved from it.
He doesn’t need to peek, though. Soon enough, a bulbous plug is being pushed against his lips. He knows this plug. One of Junhui’s favorite for safekeeping his cum in Seungcheol’s hole. Short, but thicker than Junhui’s dick.
Seungcheol works his tongue around the plug without being told. He’s rushing. Eight minutes left and he succeeds. Junhui making him wet this plug is an introduction to the end of their play. He just has to coat it well and let Junhui push it inside him to keep his cum from leaking.
Except, Junhui seems to have other plans. With the bulbous plug lodged in his mouth, Seungcheol can only let out a strangled moan as Junhui wraps his hand around Seungcheol’s cock. He pumps it a few times before focusing on the head. He continues to palm it even as he leans closer to Seungcheol.
“You did so well today, baby girl.” With his free hand, he grabs the base of the plug in Seungcheol’s mouth and pulls at it.
Five minutes.
“Finished your work and took my cock like my own personal cocksleeve.” Junhui slides his hand down Seungcheol’s cock until it’s wrapped around the base.
Four minutes.
“You were made to take it, weren’t you?” He traces a protruding vein with his blunt fingernail and Seungcheol lets out a choked squeak when he pushes the plug back in his mouth.
Three minutes.
“Made to take my cock. To be bred by me. To keep my cum inside you. You can’t function without it, can you?” Junhui’s hands move in sync. Right hand pushing the plug inside Seungcheol’s mouth while his left slides up to the head of his cock. He dawdles there, giving the cockhead extra attention as he pushes the plug deeper.
Two minutes.
“I should do it for the meeting. Breed you full of my cum before you face the investors. Have you keep it inside your greedy pussy using this plug. They would call you ‘the man’ but your cunt will know you’re nothing but my bitch. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
One minute.
Seungcheol comes.
“Ah, you were so close.” Junhui pulls the plug out of Seungcheol’s mouth as he lets the CEO ride out his orgasm using his hand.
“You cheated!” Seungcheol cries out when Junhui is done milking him. “You didn’t say you’d touch me.”
The secretary shrugs as he pulls out tissue after tissue to clean them up. “I also didn’t say I wouldn’t. Now bend over, I’m going to plug you up before I put your cage back on.”
Despite Seungcheol’s complaint, he follows his secretary’s orders before letting Junhui dress him up again. Well, after he pouted, whined, begged, and promised Junhui a raise if he’d ease up on the one month punishment. None of which worked, of course. Screw him for giving Junhui more than a livable wage in the first place.
(In the morning, Junhui finds twenty-four typos in Seungcheol’s presentation. He had to get the paddle before taking over the CEO’s chair and sprawling Seungcheol over his lap to deliver his promise.)