My Brother and My Boss (ch. 01)

"Fuck yeah, kid! Swallow that big daddy cock!" The deep voice commanded above me. I eagerly followed his orders. "Holy shit! Best throat I've ever had in my life!" He punctuated each word with a new thrust down my throat.

"Mmmm." I moaned the best I could around the savage throat fucking. I thought it important for him to know I was enjoying it as well.

"Shut the fuck up and focus on this cock!"

Apparently not.

I pulled again at the silk ties that bound my hands behind my back. I had never done anything like this before, but it was exhilarating.

I didn't even know the man's name. I didn't need to know the man's name.

He stood above me and gripped my hair even tighter. When he pushed his cock down my throat again I choked. He was larger than the guys I had fucked around with in college.

"Fuck!" His deep tone bellowed as he threw his head back when I gagged on him. "Swallow that dick!"

He definitely wasn't like the college guys. Older, thicker, and much more dominant. Demanding. Hairy, muscular dad bod.

Hell, he probably WAS old enough to be my dad.

I was in a new chapter in my life. Just finished college, eager to make my mark on the world. That all started tomorrow. I had been accepted into a very competitive internship at Haroldson Global and I didn't have to use my last name to get it.

"That's it, pretty boy. Look up at me. Let me see those eyes." He pulled my hair back just enough that we were looking at each other. He slowly fucked my mouth.

Deep thrusts until my nose was buried in his musky bush. Then he pulled out until only the flared head remained in my mouth. The salty flavor of his precum coated my tongue on those measured retreats.

I wasn't an expert at cock sucking but I knew enough to breathe when my throat wasn't full of demanding dick.

Just when I thought I was getting used to the rhythm of him he moved. My hands still tied behind my back I had no way to catch myself when I fell forward. My face smacked into the cold, wet, hard concrete once again reminding me I was no longer on a safe college campus.

Now I was face down in an old abandoned warehouse. The place hadn't been used in nearly a century. Ruin and destruction had taken over and left part of the roof caved in, windows broken out, and graffiti all over the walls that did remain standing.

This morning's rain had left the open floor wet with puddles. Puddles where I found myself currently face down with my bare ass straight up and unable to get my hands free. The mystery man must have been a sailor given the intricate knots he'd laced down my arms and wrists.

"That's the perfect position, kid." His deep voice said somewhere behind me. Then two large hands gripped both of my ass cheeks at the same time. "Damn boy, that's one hell of a muscled ass. Like fucking cake."

Was I such a needy, submissive slut that I needed his words?

"Perfect muscle pussy!"

You bet I was!

He dove in tongue first as he pulled my beefy cheeks apart and exposed my puckered hole. It had been a while since my poor hole had had any attention at all. Never from a mysterious stranger I knew less than an hour from a random hookup site. The first time I spoke was a desperate cry, "FUCK, PLEASE!"

"Don't worry, we're getting there, kid." He chuckled and pushed his tongue back inside of me. Deeper this time. Deep enough the pain where I landed on my face disappeared.

I have no idea how long he kept me like that. Time disappeared as his tongue worked its magic. The next thing I knew I was a moaning mess and the muscular dad bod behind me moved. I felt his cock smack my hole three times in rapid succession.

"You ready?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He thrust forward. One powerful surge inside of me. I felt my body stretch. The quick invasion was not expected. The college guys I had been with were softer, gentler, and took their time. This beast did not. The difference in size of his tongue and his cock was startling.

"FUCK!" I screamed.

"Mmmm. There you go, kid!" He growled as his fingers dug into my hips. He held still for a second. "Scream all you want, bitch. No one can hear us out here."

That realization should have been terrifying. Being naked, tied up, bent over, and completely railed out in the middle of nowhere. Once again I had let my dick get me into a hazardous situation. Yes, I should have been scared, instead it was liberating.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy!" My voice echoed off of the concrete.

"Fuck yeah, kid!" He growled. Then he stood up into a crouching squat before thrusting back inside of me after he spit on my hole twice. Such a courteous thought.

I screamed again as the new angle drove deeper. It also gave him more leverage as he grabbed my tied hands and started a quick pace. The crude echoes of flesh slapping flesh filled the vast open space of the warehouse.

"Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Shit. Shit. Shit. Gonna flood this muscle ass full, kid! Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Somehow the thick cock thickened even more as he flooded me completely full of scorching seed. A dominate taking what he craved. Nothing mattered but his pleasure. He used my hole for what he wanted.

Laying there, face down on a cold, wet concrete floor as I took a complete stranger's load I realized how slutty I truly was.

Ten minutes later it was all over and I was driving back to my apartment. The headlights of oncoming cars were all a blur as I shifted again in my seat to find a comfortable position. My wrists were sore from the bindings. My shoulders were stretched from the awkward angle they had been tied back into for such a length of time.

That night I saw the knot on my forehead where my face had smacked the concrete, but I had the best orgasm in bed as I replayed it all over again.

***

Haroldson Global is housed in the tallest building in town. There is no mistaking its mark on the city skyline, the state's income growth, or the shift in the global market.

I was humbled when I walked in the doors my very first day. The sense of a life changing opportunity was about to open up filled me. The fact that I had gotten here all on my own was a particular point of pride for me. I didn't get one of the few spots available in the internship just because of my name.

"May I help you?" a young woman asked when I approached the main reception desk.

"Yes. Today is my first day. I'm looking for the conference room." I smiled politely.

"We have thirty-seven conference rooms in this building. Can you be more specific?" She asked with a sympathetic smile.

"Um...hold on. Let me check." I pulled my phone out and opened up my email.

"What department?" She asked with a sigh when I took too long.

"Sales.

"Are you here for the internship?" She looked me up and down. The glare in her eyes was not reassuring.

"Yes! Thank you. Do you know where they are meeting?"

"Oh honey. They're going to eat you alive." She shook her head and snarled like I'd just begged her for money. "The internship orientation is in the main auditorium and the meeting starts in ten minutes. You're already late."

"Thank you!" I called back over my shoulder as I ran off in the direction she pointed. Being late on day one was not the impression I was trying to make.

When I walked into the auditorium everyone else was already seated. There were three people at the table on the stage, but no one was at the podium yet. I breathed a sigh of relief. Even my name couldn't have saved me from missing orientation.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." The woman at the end of the table stood and greeted the crowd from the podium as I slid into a seat along the back row.

"Good morning." The crowd responded. For it to be such an elite and selective internship that only produced three to five full time positions there were a lot more people in the audience than I would have thought.

"My name is Mrs. Josephine Clarke and I am one of the project leaders. We are all excited to see your beautiful smiling faces. As you will learn over the course of this six month internship this is a very demanding but very rewarding job. For the few of you who are selected and have full time job offers presented to you this will change your lives.

"Now I will hand it over to my boss, and yours. He is the director of the entire internship program, Mr. Grant Daniel." The crowd erupted into applause as Mrs. Clarke sat down and the one man at the table stood and made his way to the podium.

Recognition teased at the edges of my brain. He looked familiar. Probably nothing. I was seated too far back for any facial features to be noticeable.

But then he spoke.

"Thank you, Mrs. Clarke. As she stated I am Grant Daniel and I am the Senior Vice President of Haroldson Global and Director of this internship. This program has been designed in a very specific way. It is the hardest one in our field to survive. However, for those of you who do you'll be ready to take on the world of finance."

He continued talking for another ten minutes as I tried to pay attention, but my mind was swirling. I was royally screwed. Familiarity and recognition were nothing when it came to this man.

The deep voiced director was my boss, and he was the same guy who had fucked me senseless in an abandoned warehouse less than twelve hours ago.

***

When orientation was over I tried to slip out of the auditorium before he recognized me. There was a sea of people that I could easily get lost in. The only problem was I had to go through the line to collect the notebook.

The notebook. It was the Haroldson Bible that all interns were required to memorize as quickly as possible. A plethora of valuable, proprietary information was packed into the large three-inch binders waiting stacked on the table just outside of the orientation doors.

Seated further back I was one of the first ones to collect my bible and sign the NDA. I smiled at Mrs. Clarke who welcomed me with a knowing smile when she read my name. I really hoped she didn't make a big deal out of it.

She must have read my mind, because as soon as she handed me the notebook she moved on to the next person. A sense of relief washed over me, but that was short lived.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He whispered grabbing me by the arm and pulling me around the corner from all of the commotion. I didn't even know what had happened until I turned around and saw those same brown eyes. "Are you out of your goddamn mind, kid?"

"Excuse me?" I tried to play dumb and look at him like it was the first time I had ever seen him before.

"Don't be stupid. What do you want? Here to shake me down for money? Think you can get something over on me? How did you know where I worked?"

"Look. It's nothing like that. I didn't know you were going to be my boss."

"Your boss?" He stepped back.

"Phoenix!" I heard the dreaded familiar voice call out across the lobby. I turned to see him coming right at me.

Luke Haroldson, the owner, founder, and CEO of Haroldson Global had on his biggest grin as he walked up to where Grant and I stood. I gave a nervous glance to Grant as he watched me carefully.

"I was hoping to catch you when orientation was over, Phoenix!" Luke wrapped his arm around my head in a tight head lock before ruffling my hair with his fist with a laugh that filled the vast space. "Grant, I see you've met my baby brother."

The shock on Grant's face could have been comical if it wasn't at my expense.

"You know, Phoenix, Grant is hard and rough. That's why our new hires are the best. If you can survive the brutal internship he has designed you'll be ready to hit the sales floor day one." Luke smiled with pride at his Senior VP.

Grant gave a humbled nod of his head, "Thank you, Mr. Haroldson. I had no idea this was your brother."

"Yes, sir. I was hoping no one would find out." I said turning to Luke. "Thanks, by the way."

"Oh nonsense. You'll be treated fairly. Grant may be rough, but he is fair." Luke smiled.

I really wish he would stop saying that. My dick didn't know the difference, and it was starting to wake up.

"Mr. Haroldson?" A woman a few years older than me walked up carrying a padfolio and two cell phones. She wore a black pencil skirt and white blouse, but the heels and dark rimmed glasses completed the slutty secretary look.

"Yes, Gina?"

"Your eleven o'clock is here early, and we need to go over his budget before you get into the room with him." She said ignoring everyone else.

"Right," he said taking the paper from her and looking at it. He looked back up at me and then Grant. "I guess our meeting is cut short, gentlemen. Grant, no special treatment for him. Phoenix, I'll see you around." He smiled and clapped me on the back before leaving with Gina's heels clapping loudly behind him.

I turned back to Grant hoping nothing had changed. He snarled at me and only grunted before walking off in the other direction. I sighed heavily. Hopefully he didn't have much one-on-one interaction with interns and I could just keep my head down.

This job meant a lot to me. I really had put in all of the hard work and not used my name -- Phoenix Haroldson -- to get any special treatment. I wanted to earn my position here in spite of the fact my older brother owned the company.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Mrs. Clarke called from around the corner again. "Can everyone hear me? Okay, good. Now that you all have your notebooks, we are going to take an hour lunch break before meeting with your mentors. You've all been assigned in groups of five to work with an elite group of salespeople. Take some time at lunch to review the notebook paying special attention to who your group mentor is. We will see you all back here in one hour."

I followed the crowd to the cafeteria, but I had no appetite. My mind raced with the fear that I had slept with my boss. He knew my brother. He could tell Luke everything.

I sat down at one of the empty tables and tried to focus on the notebook. Soft introductions filled the first few pages. My heart fell through the floor when I turned to the assignments page. There it was in black and white:

PHOENIX HAROLDSON -- SALES -- GROUP MENTOR: GRANT DANIEL

***

The rest of the day was awkward, but by the time the end rolled around I felt a little calmer. Grant had not acknowledged me in any different way than the other four interns assigned to him.

He barely acknowledged me at all. We did a main tour of the campus and spent most of the afternoon going through the Bible. When five o'clock struck he gave us assignments and where to report the following day.

"Phoenix." He called as we were all gathering to leave. "I need to see you in my office before you leave."

My stomach turned over as the other four surreptitiously glanced at me. As they left the conference room where we had been working I heard someone whisper, "That's the owner's brother, Grant's going to cut him already I bet."

I waited a full fifteen minutes trying to let my heart return to a normal pace before I rode the elevator up to the top floor. All of the executive offices were located up here and I had hoped to never find myself here until I had earned one of these offices myself. Yes, earned!

Most of the offices were empty as I walked down the long hall following the sign toward Grant's office. I stood outside the door where his name was emblazoned. I gathered all of my courage and dove in with a soft knock.

"Come in!" I opened the door to find an enormous corner office. It was over half the size of my apartment and directly in the corner with a view behind him that was breathtaking sat Grant Daniel. "Close the door behind you please, and have a seat."

I couldn't make out how much trouble I was in just by his tone. The furniture around me was luxurious and modern. One area of the office had two couches that faced each other. The other half was where he worked. His desk took up a large portion of it with three chairs facing him. Beyond that was a smaller table with files spread out across it.

I chose the middle of the three chairs directly in front of him.

"Phoenix Haroldson." He sighed and removed his reading glasses. He sat back in his chair and stared at me strumming his fingers together in front of him. He had removed his suit coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Muscular hairy forearms rested on the arms of the chair.

"Mr. Daniel?" I asked when he didn't go on. His brown eyes snapped up to mine.

"When I saw the roster of my intern trainees I knew this would be a unique time. Haroldson is not a common name in this town. I suspected a relation to the boss. As a matter of fact that was the main reason I assigned you to my own personal group. I wasn't going to risk another trainer fucking up."

"Sir, my brother had nothing to do with me getting the spot. I made that very clear to him when I first applied for the internship."

"Nepotism is not tolerated in the world of finance, and we won't have it here." He rolled forward and put his elbows on his desk. "I also don't want you to think that you're going to have some kind of an advantage because of last night."

"No sir. I don't want any special treatment. I had no idea who you were last night." I pleaded my case.

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's true!" I barked back quickly without thinking.

"Watch your tone, kid. Let's not forget what a submissive slut you really are." Grant said standing up and loosening his tie.

"Please, sir. I apologize, but I really had no idea things would turn out this way."

"I still don't believe you. But, I might believe you if you're willing to prove it to me."

"Prove it how?" I asked watching him step around his desk and pull the tie free from his collar. Our eyes met again.

"You see, kid. This job is highly demanding and full of stress. Stress that no one else can understand unless you're in the trenches day in and day out. You say that's what you want. Yes?"

"Yes." I answered feeling my mouth run dry when he began unbuttoning his shirt. Thick fur hidden beneath his buttoned-up clothes started to reveal itself.

"My wife never understands the need that I have to get rid of some of this stress. That's why I try to find slutty twinks to take out all of my aggressions on. Young girls are too needy and too much risk, but young guys are always eager for a fat daddy cock. Young guys like you, kid." He almost smiled, but his lips twisted into a sly grin. "I never had a risk with guys before. Then I found out one of those slutty twinks, the one with the best fucking throat I've ever felt happened to be my boss' little brother and he was going to be working for me."

"Yes, sir." I barely choked out as he removed his shirt and then unbuckled his belt.

"So, if you're serious about wanting to prove your place here and you had no idea who I was last night. That this really is some cruel serendipitous happenstance then we're going to work out the details right here, right now."

"What details are those, sir?" He stepped out of his pants and then slid his boxers down after kicking off his socks. Grant Daniel, the beefy daddy that he was, now stood completely naked in his office as the sun began to set over the mountains behind him.

He turned around and for the first time I saw how muscular his backside was. Cords of soft muscle raced across his shoulders and down to a thick ass. Not as thick as mine, but for an old man it was impressive. Better than some of the college guys I had gotten to top.

"Let's see how serious you are. It's your first day, and I must tell you the boss is not happy with you. What will you do to change his mind?" He asked sitting down on one of the sofas.

I stood up letting my cock think for me. I might not have wanted any special treatment before, but if this was an option and it helped smooth things over with the man who would be my boss for the next six months -- and hopefully longer -- then I was definitely on board.