Page 5 of Corporate Bondage

“You’ve five seconds to get in before I shut this door.” I reached for my coat to shrug it off and started counting. “One…two…”

The boy’s face registered disbelief, but by the time I hit four, he dashed inside. I hung my coat in the closet behind the door and gestured for the boy to take a seat while I entered the kitchen to pour myself a drink. I downed the alcohol, acknowledging that maybe I needed to cut back some. Drinking helped to cloud my common sense when I was in a rage. I winced when I remembered punching Bryan out of anger, simply because he had taken too long to answer me. Fuck, I’d treated him awfully. No wonder he had left me.

“What’s your first name?” I asked aloud, leaving the kitchen without pouring another drink. I decided I’d had enough already.

“Tony, sir.”

I entered the living room to find Tony sitting on a delicate swing chair. I paused, remembering a laughing Bryan sitting in that very chair, his legs curled under his body. Our relationship might have had some godawful moments but there were sweet ones as well. That had been Bryan’s favorite chair in the house. I paled remembering a teasing Bryan kneeling in that very chair and pulling down his pants to expose his ass. Sweet Jesus, that had been one of the best fuck I’d ever had in all my life.

“Get up!” The words came out sharp and strangled. Tony’s face turned stricken as though he wanted to run. I lowered my tone. “I’m ready for you. Undress and follow me to the bedroom when you’re done.”

I turned my back to him and stalked off to my bedroom. That was his cue to sneak out if he was too afraid to be with me tonight. A part of me wanted him to leave so I could get in bed and lose myself in the nightmares of a lifetime ago.

I undressed, removing every stitch of clothing from my body. At thirty-eight, I took damn good care of my body. I had no shame whatsoever in being naked regardless of who was in the room with me. After being stripped naked by so many men over the course of the years, I’d given up caring about nudity.

The bedroom door creaked open and Tony entered, wearing a pair of briefs. I scowled at him. “Get out. When you’re completely naked then you can come back in.”

He was a fast learner, already recognizing that I was serious about everything I said. He scampered from the bedroom door, and I expected him to leave then. Just in case he didn’t, I approached the closet and removed what I needed tonight. He seemed like a soft boy so I couldn’t be too hard on him but still, I needed something to take the edge off my crassness.

He re-entered the room and I sighed. He was really begging for it. I’d given him so many chances to leave, but still, he returned. His eyes bugged wide when he saw the rope I held in my hands. I glanced away as they only reminded me that his were the wrong color.

“Get on the bed,” I instructed him. “We’re going to have some fun.”

He crawled onto the bed, and I made quick work of tying him face down. When he was secured, arms and legs spread, I ran a hand down his slender back down to the curve of his ass. He did have a nice ass. I had to give him that.

“Do you believe in God, boy?” I barked at him.

“Ye-yes, sir.”

“Then start praying.”

Fifteen minutes later, I untied the shaking body from my bed. Frustrated and dissatisfied, I pointed Tony in the direction of the bathroom. He walked on unsteady legs, his body bowed in pain from the angry welts across his back. I hadn’t even reached the fun part before I had to release him because of his crying. My limp dick confirmed he was useless to me right now. Bryan had at least been good for a few lashes before I usually had to stop to give him a breather.

While Tony took care of his business, I ripped the sheets off the bed to dispose of them. I swore I could hear him sobbing in the bathroom. If I’d cared any at all, I would have felt some level of regret, but I had none. He had opted to leave the bar with me and get into my car. He had several opportunities to leave, but he didn’t take it. He only got what he deserved.

By the time Tony re-entered bedroom, still naked, I had made the bed with clean sheets, and I wore a robe. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he avoided mine. Without a word, he walked from the bedroom, and I followed him after a couple of minutes. He was shrugging into his shirt, wincing at the pain from each movement.

“Don’t leave just yet,” I told him and returned to the bedroom. In the closet, I pressed the hidden compartment in the wall to reveal the safe. I counted out a wad of cash from inside, locked up and returned to the living room. Tony stood awkwardly, his shoulders slumped. I knew the feeling all too well. I stopped and stared at him, remembering when I was at his stage in my life, way before I had become too jaded.

“Listen up, kid, get the hell out of that strip club.” I handed him the cash which he took, his mouth falling open. “Don’t spend it all in one place. Get a job and make something of yourself. Don’t give assholes like me the chance to fuck you over because we will.”

His eyes softened, and his lips curled upward into a smile. He moved toward me, his steps uncertain until he finally stopped before me. He stretched and placed a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”

I scowled blackly at him and smacked my hands to his ass, hauling him up against my front despite my lack of desire. I squeezed his cheeks. “Don’t thank me. Leave. And as fast as you can before I make you work hard for each hundred dollar bill that’s in that rubber band.”

I released him, and he stepped back. He took my advice and hurried from the apartment. I sighed as my old friend, solitude appeared to keep me company. I was about to pop a few sleeping pills and go to bed when I saw the laptop sitting on the computer desk in the corner of the room. I walked toward the desk and sat, booting up the computer.

My cock was already stirring as I remembered the gems I had saved on this computer. Bryan had had no idea that I’d shot videos a few times of me fucking him. They never failed to turn me on. I had them uploaded to the cloud so opened the server to sign in with my email. I frowned when I saw Bryan’s email address automatically signed in. I paused. He always preferred to use my computer, complaining that his was too slow. He must not have logged out from the last time he borrowed it.

With no thought whatsoever of invading his privacy, I entered his email, checking his inbox and sent items. I laughed softly upon seeing the job application letters he had sent out. An idea hit me and made my night. I’d teach him a lesson for walking out on me.

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