Part 1 -- Learning the Ropes
Chapter 1: Saturday
Saturday Morning Bill groaned as he rolled out of bed, it was quarter end and despite being the branch manager and despite the office being closed for the weekend he had to work today. Bill sniffed the pair of gym shorts crumbled on the floor next to his bed and determined they were good enough for the gym as he pulled them on over his receding morning wood. He wanted to hop in the shower and satisfy himself, but he could do that tonight he had things to do. Tossing a change of clean clothing into his bag, Bill went to the gym for a morning workout.
Despite having turned thirty earlier in the year and having a desk job now he worked hard on staying in shape. When he was younger Bill played soccer and kept a lean body but after college he started playing intramural rugby in the park and bulked up. He stopped Rugy a few years ago now but still felt pleasure pushing himself at the gym each day still able to out lift some of the younger guys.
His muscles sore, Bill showered in the locker room, seeing the other men's naked bodies glisten with soapy water always made him hard so he was carful to face the corner of the tiled shower and clean off quickly using a towel to cover his retreat. In the back of his mind Bill knew what he would be thinking about tonight when he got home.
Cleaned up in snug blue jeans and tight-fitting dress shirt, he walked into the office. The outfit was more appropriate for a nightclub and too tight for work, but he would be the only one in the office today and he liked the way the outfit made him feel. Walking past the bank of cubicles outside of his office where his staff worked, Bill was surprised to see he was not the only one there this Saturday morning. In an awkward attempt at a casual voice Bill spoke, "Hey Ron, nice to see you putting in the effort, you know I didn't make working this weekend mandatory right?"
Ron stood up from his cubical chair and greeted his boss, in a confident tone he replied "Hey Boss! Nice to see you here I wanted to get caught up on the quarter end numbers so I could hit the ground on Monday, I see you had the same idea." Bill noticed the younger man Ron looking him over appraising both him and his outfit which revealed his muscles and he blushed. "Well, its good to see you in on the weekend Ron, I will be in my office come by if you need any help, the new system can be tricky." Bill said as he made a hasty retreat to his office and sat down thinking about what just happened.
Two months ago, Bill was hiring for a new junior position on his team, it was a starting roll for people recently out of college. There were lots of qualified candidates but when Ron walked in it took his breath away, Ron had an Adonis like face and carried himself with confidence uncommon among his peers. Ron knew it was not the most professional decision he ever made as a manager, but he hired Ron based on his looks. He could point to his qualifications and maturity if HR ever asked about it, but secretly he knew he wanted to be be able to see that gorgeous model-like face around the office every day.
For two months Bill had kept it professional in the office, making sure to treat Ron like any other employee, stealing glances only when no one was looking, it helped when the rest of the staff was around to keep him focused on work. At home more than a few times over the last months Bill had closed his eyes and fantasized about what Ron's body must look like under his work clothing and imagined Ron entering him as he jerked off in the shower. Now suddenly seeing Ron here alone triggered too many of those fantasies and an embarrassed Bill hid in his office trying to focus on work.
After an hour past Bill herd a soft knock as his door and offered "Come in." Ron walked in carrying a gym bag of his own "Hey boss I am caught up, but I wanted to ask you a question. Why do you come in on your own and not make the rest of the staff work weekends?" Trying to stay professional, Bill explained his philosophy on service leadership, explaining how he hired good people, let them do their jobs and he as the manager was there to support and assist them not rule over them. It was hard for Bill to stay focused with the object of his secret fantasies just across the desk, but he had given the speech before and managed to get through it.
Ron listened to the speech and evaluated his boss, Bill. Ron had noticed how Bill looked at him differently then the other employees and frankly Ron encouraged it, finding the larger and stronger man attractive. He saw that Bill tried to cover his glances, he was a good person who genuinely cared about his employees and would not cross a line without prodding. Ron steeled himself as the decision was made, he hoped he had read the situation correctly but knew once he started there was no turning back, no room for doubt he had to be confident from here out.
Bill watched as Ron considered his talk, he had given it before and rarely did any junior employee give it so much thought. He waited politely seeing Ron was making a big decision of his own, he gave him the space to do so.
Ron stood up, his tight body hovered in commanding poster before he spoke "I want to test a theory, sit up straight, put your hands flat on the desk and close your eyes."
Bill was taken aback by the request; no, it was not a request it was a command he realized startled. Bills mind immediately went to the many fantasies he had had, was Ron going to kiss him? He wondered, but rejected the idea, surely, he was letting his lust get in the way of common sense, there had to be an innocent explanation he as missing.
Curious to see what happened next Bill obeyed. He could hear Ron unzip his gym bag and pull something out before walking around and standing behind him. Bill could feel Ron standing close behind and wanted to ask what he was doing but chose to wait.
"Open your mouth" Ron instructed. Bill once again obeyed. Bill almost lifted his hand, still flat on the desk before him, as he felt the rubber ball being inserted into his mouth and secured with with a sturdy strap before Ron whispered in his ear "Shush now ... don't move" and Bill kept the hands where they were. "No more speaking now boss I am going to be in control for a while. Nod if you understand me."
To his surprise Bill found himself nodding.
Keeping his demeanor calm Ron sighed an internal breath of relief, he made it past the point of no return and now he was committed. Gratified that he had read his boss correctly he continued. Instructing Bill to stay still Ron ran his hands around Bill's hard body. Cupping the muscles of his arms and shoulders in his hands he kneaded and squeezed them slowly apprising him. He always knew Bill was a strong guy, but the fine details were usually hidden under his work clothing, and he did not realize until now just how fit he was.
Running his hands down Bills chest, he massaged the large pectoral muscles. Unbuttoning the tight shirt, he ran his hands on the flesh of Bills sculpted torso. The palms slid down from the chest to the defined abs and side back up the sides of his body the shirt now wide open. The longer Bill sat there rigged, the ball gag keeping him silent, the more Ron knew he was fully in charge. Grabbing Bill's nipple between the fingers he rolled them back and forth making them erect before pinching them with the thumb and forefinger.
Bill sat there stunned, unable to believe what was happening. He could feel Ron's hands all over him, while he chewed on the ball gag getting familiar with the odd feeling. When Ron pinched his nipples he almost stood up as his body jolted in surprise, but he forced himself to press his hands back down on the desk not wanting to do anything to break the spell Ron was casting on him.
"Good boy" Ron whispered as he witnessed Bills efforts to stay still. "let me make this easier for you"
Bill heard something coming out of the bag again and felt a thick collar close around his neck. Bill had never experimented with BDSM before, but he had seen some porn with it and knew the basics. As he felt the click of a pad lock he noticed his cock was straining his tight jeans under the desk. "Put your hands on your head" Ron commanded, and Bill obeyed, his earlier hesitations washing away as he felt himself submitting to Ron's will. Bill learned the device on his neck was more than just collar, he felt Ron secure his wrists to it with leather cuffs.
"Go ahead and try and pull your hands away" Ron told him. Ron watched as Bill pulled hard on the cuffs the muscles in his chest and arms straining as he struggled and pulled. Watching his boss gagged and helpless with his shirt open was making Ron exited. He wanted to bend his boss over the desk right there and fuck him raw, but he knew that would come in time he had to focus on breaking him down first and making Bill appreciate his submissive role.
"That's enough, you see now that you are in my control, and will stay like that until I choose to release you. Stand up and face the wall" When Bill obeyed Ron pushed him into the wall, pressing his chest onto the generic corporate art and pinning him in place. The feeling of power over him was intoxicating, he knew he would like it but did not realize how much until now.
Bill felt the smaller man press him into the wall, his balance off with his arms cuffed to his neck, he was at Ron's mercy. Ron's arm pressed into his neck pinning him as he heard the younger and thinner man whisper in his ear "I am going to make you mine." Bill felt Ron unbuckle his belt and slide it out of the loops of his jeans. Bill pressed his body into the wall as felt confident fingers unbutton the fly on his jeans and peel them down to his ankles.
Bill knew he could not hide the outline of his hard cock in his white briefs as he stood there. Ron clipped a leash to the ring in the front of the collar and dragged Bill across his office. His feet shuffled in small steps restricted by the jeans around his ankles as he was led to the small conference table he used for breakout meetings. With his hands bound to the collar on his neck, his dress shirt open exposing his muscled torso Bill stood facing his table as Ron slid down his underwear, removed the jeans from his ankles and spread his legs.
Ron produced some cotton rope from his bag and tied each ankle to a separate leg of the table before pushing Bill down so that he was bent over laying face down on the table. By looping the leash around the legs on the far end Ron completed securing Bill.
