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"You're late again, Builderman," Roblox said, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers on his desk. Their voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the office like a hot knife through butter.
Builderman, unfazed, leaned against the doorframe. "Traffic was a nightmare," he replied, his voice as cool and collected as ever. His eyes took in the cluttered office, noticing the shadows that danced on the walls from the flickering neon lights outside the window.
"It seems to be a frequent problem for you," Roblox said, glancing up. Their gaze was piercing, but Builderman met it without flinching. "Perhaps you need to find a new route, or a new job," they added, the latter with a hint of a smirk.
Builderman stepped into the office, his boots clicking against the cold marble floor. He removed his hard hat, revealing his messy blonde hair. "Or perhaps you could ease up on the deadlines," he countered, placing the hat on the edge of the desk.
The tension between them was palpable, a silent dance of power and frustration. Roblox leaned back in their chair, folding their arms across their chest. "I expect punctuality from my employees," they said, the smirk growing more pronounced. "Especially from one who's as skilled as you."
Builderman felt his blood start to boil, but he kept his cool. He knew Roblox liked to push buttons, to test people's limits. It was a game they played, a subtle dance of dominance. He decided to take the bait. "And I expect reasonable expectations from my CEO," he said, his tone matching the challenge in Roblox's eyes.
Roblox's smirk grew wider. They leaned forward, placing their elbows on the desk and steepling their fingers. "Is that so?" They paused for a moment, the silence stretching taut like a bowstring. "Maybe you need a little... motivation."
Builderman's eyes narrowed. He knew where this was heading. Roblox had made their intentions clear in the past, and he wasn't going to let it slide again. He stepped closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You know I don't respond well to threats," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Roblox's gaze dropped to his fists before returning to his eyes. They leaned back in their chair, the leather creaking under their weight. "I wouldn't dream of threatening you," they said, their voice like a silken caress. "But I do believe in... incentives."
Builderman took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice tight.
Roblox's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and desire. They gestured to the large, mahogany desk between them. "I want to see what you're truly made of," they said, their tone dropping to a seductive whisper. "Here, on this desk, where we both know you want to be."
Builderman's jaw clenched, but he didn't back down. He knew this was a ploy, a way for Roblox to exert their dominance over him. But he also knew that he had the power to refuse. "And if I say no?"
Roblox's smile never wavered. "Then, by all means, go along with your day," they said, waving a dismissive hand. "If you don't want to, I won't."
Builderman felt a flash of annoyance. He knew he was being baited, but he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. "You sure are full of yourself," he said, his voice a low chuckle. "I doubt you can even bend me over this desk."
Roblox's eyes gleamed, and they stood up, the cape swishing around them dramatically. They were smaller than Builderman, but the confidence that radiated from them was immense. They stepped around the desk, approaching him. "Is that a challenge?"
Builderman's smirk grew into a full grin. "Call it what you will," he said, his voice still low and challenging. "But I don't scare easily."
With a swift movement that belied their smaller stature, Roblox reached out and yanked Builderman by the scarf that hung around his neck, pulling him closer. Builderman stumbled, caught off guard, but managed to stay on his feet. "I'm not looking to scare you," Roblox said, their voice now a growl. "I'm looking to... break you."
Builderman's smile didn't fade, but his eyes narrowed. He could feel the heat radiating from Roblox's body, see the desire in their eyes, and it was intoxicating. "You think you can?" he whispered, his voice a challenge.
Without another word, Roblox reached up and grabbed the band of Builderman's bandolier, pulling him down into a rough kiss. Builderman's hand shot out to steady himself against the desk, his heart racing. The office around them melted away, replaced by the feeling of Roblox's lips on his, the taste of power and control.
Builderman didn't resist. Instead, he kissed back with a passion he hadn't realized he had. His hands slid under Roblox's blazer, feeling their smooth skin beneath the shirt. He gripped the fabric, pulling Roblox closer, feeling the heat between their bodies grow.
Roblox's hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him down onto the desk. Papers scattered as Builderman sat down, his legs parting to allow Roblox to stand between them. They broke the kiss, panting, their eyes locked. "You want this," Roblox murmured, their voice thick with need.
Builderman nodded, his chest heaving with anticipation. He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. This was a dangerous game to play with someone like Roblox. "I do," he admitted, his voice hoarse.
Without wasting another moment, Roblox reached down and unbuckled Builderman's belt, yanking his pants down around his ankles. Builderman's cock sprang free, already hard from the tension in the air. Roblox stepped back, their eyes raking over his exposed body. "You're mine," they murmured, and Builderman felt a shiver run down his spine.
Builderman's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Roblox pull their own pants down, revealing their tentacle-like member. It twitched and grew closer, reaching out as if eager to claim their prize.
"Impressive," Builderman managed to say through gritted teeth, his own cock standing at attention despite the absurdity of the situation.
"It's not just for show," Roblox said, a smug smile playing on their lips. They stepped closer, the tip of their member brushing against Builderman's stomach. "But you'll find out soon enough."
Builderman watched, his breath hitching, as the tentacle-like appendage coiled around his own shaft, wrapping him in its warm embrace. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a strange mix of pressure and pleasure that sent his mind reeling. He was about to say something, to protest or perhaps to encourage, but the words died in his throat as Roblox began to move.
The tentacle began to squeeze, tightening around him in a rhythmic grip that mimicked the motions of a human hand. Builderman's eyes rolled back in his head as the sensation grew more intense.
"Fuck," he moaned, his hands gripping the edge of the desk.
The tentacle moved faster, its grip tightening and loosening in a relentless pace that had Builderman's hips bucking upward, seeking more contact. His cock was now wet with precum, glistening in the dim office light.
"You like that?" Roblox purred, their eyes alight with satisfaction. They reached down with one hand to stroke Builderman's cheek, the other guiding the tentacle's movements.
Builderman's voice was shaky when he spoke. "Fuck you," he gasped, the words a blend of anger and arousal. But his body betrayed him, hips rising to meet the relentless rhythm of their tentacle.
With a sinister grin, Roblox slipped away from Builderman's cock, their appendage now moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Builderman's breath caught in his throat as he watched the tip of the tentacle hover just above his entrance.
The tentacle was surprisingly warm and soft to the touch, but the anticipation of what was to come was anything but gentle. His muscles tensed as it circled him, the sensation making him squirm under its gaze. He could feel the wetness seep from his body, the room seemingly growing hotter with each passing second.
Roblox leaned over, their breath hot against his neck as the tentacle began to press against him. "You're so tight," they murmured, the words sending a shiver down Builderman's spine. He gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the intrusion.
The tentacle slithered into him, inch by inch, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if he was being filled by a living, breathing entity that knew exactly how to coax pleasure from his body. The initial discomfort gave way to a deep, all-consuming need, his body adjusting to the alien invasion with surprising ease.
Builderman's moans grew louder as Roblox's member squirmed inside him, the sensation of the tentacle moving and coiling within him sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
"Shit," he gasped, his hips rising to meet each thrust, his body responding instinctively to the rhythm set by his CEO.
Roblox chuckled darkly, their tentacle now fully sheathed within Builderman. They began to move, their thrusts deep and deliberate, pushing him further into the desk with every movement. The wood creaked beneath them, a testament to the power of the moment.
Builderman's eyes squeezed shut, his hands clutching at the desk as the pleasure grew. He never would have admitted it out loud, but there was something about the roughness of this encounter, the way Roblox claimed him without asking, that sent his desire soaring. It was as if all the pent-up frustration from their interactions over the months had coalesced into this moment, a raw and primal need that could no longer be ignored.
The tentacle inside him swelled, filling him completely, and he could feel Roblox's grip on his hips tighten. The CEO's breath was ragged and hot against his skin as they fucked him with an intensity that bordered on brutal. Builderman's own cock was painfully hard, trapped between his body and the other on top of him.
The sound of their bodies slapping together was the only noise in the otherwise quiet office. The only light came from the flickering neon outside, casting eerie shadows across their entwined forms. It was a stark contrast to the professional decor, the scent of desire and dominance thick in the air.
Builderman's muscles strained as he pushed back against the tentacle, his body responding to the alien sensation with a fervor that surprised even him. He was lost in the moment, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain that melded into something indescribable.
As Roblox's pace grew more frantic, the tentacle within him began to pulse, each contraction sending shockwaves through his body that had him crying out. He felt the pressure building within him, the need to come growing more intense with each stroke.
The tentacle grew rougher, the grip on his hips tightening to the point of pain. Roblox's nails dug into his skin, leaving white marks that would surely bruise. The sting of it only served to drive Builderman closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
With each thrust, the tentacle grew thicker, stretching him more than any human could. Builderman's moans grew louder, his body writhing under the relentless assault. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo that threatened to drown him in pleasure.
Just as he was about to come, the door to the office swung open. Coolman walked in, his eyes wide with shock. He took in the scene before him: Builderman, his pants around his ankles, being fucked mercilessly by his CEO.
Builderman's eyes flew open, his face flushing a deep shade of red. "Fuck," he muttered, trying to push Roblox off. But the CEO was relentless, their tentacle still buried deep inside him.
"Not yet," Roblox growled, their eyes flashing with anger at the interruption. They grabbed Builderman's chin, forcing him to look into their eyes. "Finish what we started."
Builderman's eyes darted to Coolman, who was now frozen in place, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I... uh..." he stuttered, trying to process what was happening.
"This is none of your concern," Roblox snapped, their tentacle not missing a beat as it continued to pound into Builderman's willing body.
Coolman's eyes went wide as saucers, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I'll just... go," he stuttered, turning on his heel. His footsteps echoed down the hall as he practically sprinted away from the office door.
Builderman groaned, his body tensing with the need to come. "You're going to get us fired." he managed to say between gasps.
Roblox just chuckled darkly, their tentacle swirling inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "I own this company," they said with a smug tone. "I'll do as I please."
Builderman's eyes rolled back in his head as the tentacle grew even more insistent, its movements now bordering on brutal. Roblox's nails dug deeper into his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He could feel the tentacle's grip tightening, the pulsing rhythm growing more intense with every thrust.
The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that had his toes curling and his body shaking. His own cock was now a throbbing, desperate mess of need, smearing precum across the desk. He bit his lip to keep from screaming out as the tentacle's movements grew more erratic, the pleasure and pain blending together into something almost unbearable.
Builderman's eyes snapped open as Roblox abruptly pulled out, the sudden emptiness leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. For a moment, he thought it was over, that the CEO had finally had their fill and would send him on his way, humiliated and unsatisfied.
But the reprieve was short-lived. With a savage snarl, Roblox slammed back into him, their tentacle driving deep into his body with a force that made him see stars. The pain was intense, a white-hot bolt of lightning that shot through his core, but it was quickly followed by a wave of pleasure so intense it took his breath away.
"That's right," Roblox praised, their voice harsh and guttural. "Take it all, Builderman. You know you want this."
Builderman groaned, his body trembling with the effort to stay upright. He felt the tentacle's thrusts deepen, the sensation bordering on pain as it filled him completely. "Fuck," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Good boy," Roblox murmured, their voice thick with satisfaction. They reached down, their hand wrapping around Builderman's neglected cock. The touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the violent thrusts of their tentacle. "You're doing so well."
Builderman's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first spurt of pleasure, the tentacle inside him hitting all the right spots. The praise was unexpected, but it sent a thrill through his body, his cock jerking in Roblox's grip. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice a strangled whisper.
Roblox's grip tightened, their movements becoming more erratic. "You like that, don't you?" they taunted, their voice a mix of pleasure and power. "You like when I praise you, when I tell you how good you are."
Builderman couldn't deny it. The words sent a bolt of lightning straight to his cock, making him even more sensitive to Roblox's touch. He nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," he managed to choke out.
"Good," Roblox said, their voice a low purr. They stroked him faster, their tentacle driving into him with a ferocity that was almost painful.
Builderman could feel his climax building, his entire body tense with the effort of holding it back. "I'm close," he gasped out, his voice raw and needy.
Roblox's eyes gleamed with triumph, their tentacle moving even faster inside him. "Tell me," they demanded, their voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around him like a serpent. "Tell me how close you are."
Builderman's eyes flew open, his gaze locking onto Roblox's. He could feel the tentacle coiling tighter, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "So... fucking... close," he panted out, each word punctuated by a thrust.
Roblox leaned in, their breath hot and heavy against his ear. "Come for me," they urged, their voice a dark whisper that seemed to resonate through his very soul. "Let me hear you scream my name."
Builderman's eyes rolled back in his head as the tentacle buried itself to the hilt, the sensation of being so completely filled by his CEO's alien member too much to bear. He felt the pressure building, his body tightening like a coil about to snap. With a guttural roar that echoed through the office, he came, his seed spurting out in a hot, sticky mess over Roblox's stomach.
Roblox's tentacle pulsed in response, the sensation of Builderman's climax sending them over the edge. They thrust deep once more, their grip on his cock tightening until the last drops of cum were milked from him.
As Builderman's body went limp, Roblox's tentacle swelled, the warmth of their own release flooding through it. They watched with a mix of triumph and hunger as Builderman's eyes fluttered open, the haze of pleasure slowly clearing. "You're mine," they murmured again, the words a promise and a threat all rolled into one.
Builderman's chest heaved, his body still trembling from the intensity of his climax. He could feel the warmth of Roblox's cum inside him, a foreign sensation that only added to the thrill of the encounter.
Roblox pulled out with a wet pop, the tentacle retreating back into their body with a slurp that left Builderman's hole feeling empty. They stepped back, tucking themselves away with a casual air, as if what had just transpired was nothing more than a business transaction.
"Thank you, Builderman," they said, their voice crisp and cold, the heat of their passion now a distant memory. "You've provided a most... satisfactory experience."
Builderman's breath was still coming in gasps as he struggled to sit up, his legs shaky. He looked down at himself, the mess of cum and sweat that covered his body, feeling a mix of shame and exhilaration. "What now?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
"Now, you go back to work," Roblox said, their tone clipped and all business. They had already pulled up their pants, the tentacle retreating back into their body with a disturbing ease. They straightened their blazer and smoothed their shirt, as if nothing had happened.
Builderman stared up at them, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "But..." he began to protest, his legs still shaking too much to stand.
"Your deadline is still in place," Roblox said, their voice firm. They didn't bother to hide the smugness in their tone. "I expect to see results on my desk by tomorrow morning. Don't disappoint me."
Builderman nodded, his eyes still glazed over with the aftermath of pleasure. He managed to stand, his legs wobbly, and pull his pants up, tucking his now-soft cock back in. The fabric was sticky with his cum and sweat, clinging to his skin. He felt used, but strangely satisfied. "Understood," he murmured, trying to keep the tremble from his voice.
Roblox stepped back, allowing Builderman to gather his dignity. They picked up the scattered papers and straightened the room with a wave of their hand. "Remember," they said, their tone still cool, "this doesn't change our professional relationship. This was a... motivational tool. Nothing more."
Builderman nodded, his mind racing as he tucked in his shirt and fastened his belt. The power dynamic in the room had shifted, and he could feel the weight of what had just occurred pressing down on him. But he wasn't going to let Roblox see the effect it had truly had on him. "Of course," he said, his voice steady despite the racing of his heart.
He turned to leave, but Roblox's hand on his arm stopped him. "One more thing," they said, their voice low and serious. "This doesn't leave this room. If word of this gets out, I'll make sure you regret it."
Builderman nodded, his throat dry. "It won't," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't need the threat to understand the gravity of the situation. His job was on the line, and he knew it.
With one last look at Roblox, who had already turned away to their paperwork, he slipped out of the office, his legs still unsteady. The corridor was empty, the only sound his own footsteps echoing down the hallway.