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“If I were a male prostitute waiting for a client to pick me up, what would you do to me?"
Clark had to read twice before answering properly. It's nine o'clock in the morning, Perry is being insufferable, the meeting room is full, and suddenly Bruce is in the mood to play and Clark never says no.
"I'm scared to ask the reason behind this text, to be honest, but also I'm deeply interested It's a quick answer, Clark urges to leave the room before anyone can read a single line of text.
"Just answer, Clark, what would you do?" Bruce insists and Clark inhales deeply once he is again sitting on his desk. First, he removes his glasses to see what Bruce is doing right now.
The view doesn't disappoint, Bruce is fresh out of the shower and sits in bed, still wearing a towel around his hips. Clark can see warm water drops coming down Bruce's navel.
Ah. Clark would pick up Bruce without a second. Just with one look, he can tell Bruce has an extraordinary talent for blow jobs and cumming only with his ass. Or that's because Clark has experience with what Bruce likes to do and how. Clark liked Bruce from the start.
"I would ask you how much, I don't cum easily and probably I'll keep you going all night, I need a fair price"
"That's so presumptuous" Clark can even hear Bruce chuckle, just a playful sound. Bruce knows it's true. Clark's body is different from other men, not only because his sexual stamina is strong but also because he has other specific needs.
"Yeah you would say something like that, you are not going to believe me, you probably fuck ten guys in a night, and all of them cum before you can even start to feel there's a cock in your ass," Clark writes fast and send the message without thinking too much or he is going to start feeling regret.
"Okay, keep going, how much would you pay for me, you bull in heat?" Bruce asks and now he is removing the towel and Clark stops breathing. Bruce's cock is mildly hard and he is opening his legs to give Clark a clear view of his pink hairy hole. It's a bit open, it means Bruce came out of the shower already prepared for a show.
Clark would love to say you are worth one billion but he knows that's different from what Bruce wants to hear.
"Twenty dollars" Clark is still dealing with his own sadistic and rough manners but Bruce makes everything so easy for him.
"Twenty dollars? Am I that cheap to you?" Bruce almost sounds offended but there's a certain lightness in his mood, Clark knows Bruce likes to be humiliated and be treated like the cheapest slut.
“That ass is loose, my knot will go in easily and that's a problem, I only like to stretch tight men's holes. Twenty dollars is more than enough for an ass already used and gaping ”
That's when Clark hears the first moan coming up from Bruce's mouth, his hips shaking and cock throbbing in the air. Clark's cock is a bit bigger, sending a chill down his spine, unintentionally Clark rolls his hips only wishing he is inside Bruce now, feeling and tasting the warmth of his ass.
And that's also when Lois interrupts the session.
"Kent, did you finish editing my text?" Clark jumps on his chair and puts both hands over the phone.
"Yeah! It's in the cloud" his voice comes out weirdly and Lois pushes her luck a bit more because Clark is hiding something, she just knew it.
"The cloud? What cloud?" she asks and Clark knows Bruce is waiting, he wants to keep going and Clark wants to keep vomiting all the filth he has been dreaming of doing to Bruce. He hates when someone interrupts them, especially when he is already playing when he can vividly see himself bullying and fucking a young Bruce. In his imagination Bruce is wearing a loose shirt and a black collar, his hair is a mess and Clark just knows that Bruce is the one he has always been looking for.
“Lois, what do you want? I'm busy now” Clark knows Lois like his own hand, but now he is not in the mood for playful mental games. He is horny and like a wild animal, he is mad he is not bursting a load inside Bruce.
“You are red, Kent, what are you doing there?”
“Shut up, shut up” Lois leaves with a loud laughter and Clark feels again at ease, picking up his phone and focusing his eyes again on Bruce.
"Sorry, something came up" Clark sighs trying not to worry. His desk is always a safe space for this kind of thing but probably he should be going to the bathroom. Clark does not want to cum in front of everyone and Bruce is trying hard to make that happen.
"I'm your priority, Clark" Bruce purrs through the text and Clark melts. It's like having him right next to him, whispering in Clark's ear, hot breath and shaky voice “Don't forget or I'll punish you” After the purr, comes the bite. That's so Bruce.
“Sorry, I want to be there right now, next to you, I want to mess you up so bad Bruce” Clark releases all the hot air stored on his chest. It's a relief except for his hard cock which keeps throbbing inside his pants. His underwear is wet already with precum.
“I want to fuck you” Clark is desperate, his need to fuck and breed Bruce is going beyond his capacity.
“You will wait” Bruce is enjoying the tease, his hands on his chest, pinching his nipples and grabbing his plump pecs “ like a good dog”
"Come on Bruce, Don't tease me” Clark begs, his know swollen by the second. Clark loves those plump tits, his mouth aches for sucking Bruce's slutty nipples, perky and fat and sensitive.
Clark holds his breath again. The view of Bruce's hairy ass, leaking lube, hungry for a cock to fill it's all it takes to get Clark worked up again. That was what he was doing while Clark was trying to get over Louis' curiosity.
"Can you see me?" Bruce gives a soft moan and Clark breaths deep, his cock suffering inside his pants. His eyes fix on Bruce and how he is licking a blue dildo with a knot in the end, Bruce made it using Clark's cock as a model. Now more than ever, Clark is at Bruce's mercy. Being away from him and at work is how Bruce chains him and makes him watch only.
“I can,” Clark writes with shaking fingers, his eyes fixed on Bruce and how he is starting to fuck himself, slowly taking time to adapt to the size. And for a second, Clark is there too, all of his senses focusing on Bruce, the rhythm of his heart, the sound of his voice, and how his throat moves when he takes air in his lungs.
Clark watches and feels better than any other time when they fuck because this time Clark is not focused on his pleasure, he always gets lost in Bruce's warmth hole and the way he milk Clark dry.
“Slowly, sweetheart, take a deep breath” Clark keeps writing, his mouth is dry. He should be there sucking on those perky nipples and thrusting deep and slow inside Bruce until he can feel his knot kissing the rim. A soft growl comes out, his alpha behavior is just a natural reaction to the female he wants to own. But Bruce is not an omega or a man Clark can keep like a husband or even as a lover, Bruce is free, he has raised his kids that way too and Clark has to be careful to not let his animal instinct get in between of them.
Bruce makes Clark better, now is just another of his lover-type lessons. You can get me but you don't own me. Also, I know how to push your buttons to switch you from a normal man to a horny dog.
Clark accepts this fact and enjoys the show in silence, sitting at his desk, not even a slight chance to start touching himself, he is a prisoner to Bruce's desires.
The dildo is a good partner but it's not enough for Bruce, Clark knows that. He is not there to play with Bruce's nipples or to pin him to bed in a mating press and guck Bruce until he squirts and cum at the same time. Clark's cock remembers the milking sensation, Bruce's tight ass squeezing until Clark is done for.
“You are so tight Bruce, I can see your hole gripping the dildo so much” Clark keeps writing, it's the only way to stay focused on something else than his cock “Take my knot baby, push it inside, I want to be there, I want to cream your pussy, I want to get you pregnant, fuck you again and again until you feel my cock up to your throat”
Clark's cock remembers the sensation of tightness and his muscles tense ready to go into a rut and pound Bruce mercilessly. Clark feels like a predator ready to jump and distance is the only thing between them. A distance he can't break or Bruce would be mad later.
Bruce cums with his ass, his hips and legs shaking violently while his untouched red cock releases. Clark can see Bruce's back arching, how his blue eyes roll inside his skull and the dildo is pushed out with violence, that tight ass can't handle a good orgasm now unless there's a steady Kansas cock filling him.
“Oh Bruce, you are okay baby?” Clark writes fast now, his alpha temper already tamed, but the knot is swollen and aching, craving Bruce's sweet warm ass pussy to stretch and claim. There's nothing Clark can do about it. It's not instinct, it's what Clark as a whole man wants.
“You got to cum a lot, that pretty hole is still open and leaking” Clark cleans drool off his mouth, Bruce's hole is soft and pink and open and Clark can feel his cock twitching again. He wants to fuck him again. It would be even prettier if his cum is dripping out of that pussy.
“It feels empty, I'm not full of your cum burning inside me,” Bruce says, yawning satisfied, all of his limbs dispersed all over the bed.
“Bruce you are unfair” Clark whines, frustration and relief at the same time when Lois disappears from her desk and he sees the chance to run to the bathroom.
“Don't sulk, Come home when you leave work, I need you to attend to my needs before I leave tonight “
“Am I your stud or something?” Clark has time to make a joke, the idea of being collared and only existing to fuck Bruce mercilessly, make Clark's cock twitch painfully again, Everything hurt. The inside of his mouth is a mix of drool and blood. Clark's alpha fangs itch for a neck to bite.
“Believe me, I'm going to give you anything you need”
“You better be, stud”