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"Here," Grox announces, a proud smirk on his face as he drops a thick stack of papers onto Froggy's desk, his trusty bodyguards trailing behind him, scouting for a threat—or potential victim.
What the fuck, Froggy thinks eloquently.
"What the fuck?" He says out-loud, jaw clenched to keep at least some of his dignity intact, well, as much dignity you can have when Grox is around.
He purposely ignores the pointed look he receives from the coworker to his left, who strangely looks exactly like the coworker to his right, and probably the one in front of him too if he could see them over Grox's big ass head.
Grox almost smiles at the emotions flashing across Froggy's face.
"Chill, you'll get them done for me by tomorrow, right?" Grox's arms rest against the top cap of his cubicle. "You always finish on time, so don't disappoint me, yeah? You're my favorite vict-em..ployee."
As soon as Grox finished his sentence, his watch beeped loud and obnoxiously, filling the quiet room with noise. Not one person gave him a look, or a glare. Nobody spared a glance when it was their 'Glorious King Grox's' doing.
Grox muttered a small 'saved by the bell' before getting the fuck out of Froggy's face before his blood started to boil, quite literally speed walking out of the room to his office—leaving Froggy behind to pick up the pieces. As in, do the work Grox doesn't wanna do or die slow.
Froggy could only stare at his fading figure in silence as Grox left him immediately without a care in the world, his bodyguards following close behind.
Froggy looked at the stacks of paperwork, then at the ceiling, then at his hands.
It was gonna be a long fucking day.
—
It was well into the night by now, with all of the office vacant.
The only light that was on came from his shitty laptop—that probably came from the 40's with how slow it was when it matters—and Grox's office.
"I can't believe I'm still here doing this, man!" Froggy exclaims, pushing back from the desk and leaning his head against the curve of his rolling chair.
I'm not doing this shit no more, for real, this is the last time, He thinks angrily, bending down to pick up the fallen papers that flew from his outburst. He says this every time, so it gets less and less believable whenever he hits rock bottom.
In the midst of it all, Grox was there, with no bodyguards to be seen. Just, standing. Menacingly; silently, creeping up on froggy with a smug look on his face.
Froggy looks up from his position on the floor with a glare. "What are you doing?" Nosy ass, he thinks bitterly.
Grox smirk grew before he hid it behind his hand, "Relaaax," Grox appeased, bringing his hands up in mock surrender, "there was a commotion, so I came to check what it was. Like a good boss." he excused lazily, waving his hand and walking closer.
Froggy grit his teeth, nostrils flaring. He could somewhat feel the blood boiling beneath his skin with every step Grox took towards him.
"Some boss you are—dumping all your work on me!" Froggy yelled, getting up and stalking towards Grox too, meeting him in the middle and gripping his collar like vice.
"Ayo, chill! You finished it though, right?" Grox raised his hands again, but there was no calming effect—not like it worked the first time—in fact, it just made Froggy angrier.
"Like hell I did!" Froggy lied, the finished stacks of paperwork sitting a few rows down from where they currently stand.
"What do you even do in that office all day if you give all of your work to me?!" Froggy angrily shook the man beneath him, before Grox wrenched himself from his grip.
"Chill, don't take your anger out on me," Grox complained—frankly avoiding the question— fixing his tie and checking his watch.
"Nah, why you avoiding the question?" Froggy pressed, shoving Grox backwards.
"Bro, why are you so mad?!" Grox shoved Froggy back, backing him against one of the cubicles and holding him there.
"What do you mean why am I mad?!" Froggy barked, "like—seriously! Do you really think I like fighting with you after-hours?!"
Froggy gripped Grox's shoulders and switched their positions, slamming Grox's head against the cubicle wall and frankly ignoring the buzz that coursed through his veins in doing so.
"With how long you stay," Grox panted, "I'd think you like it more than you should, yeah?"
"You think I have a choice in that?!"
"Ayo, chill!"
Froggy rolled his eyes, still seething but the fire in his veins cooling to a small simmer now that he took his anger out on his good-for-nothing boss.
Froggy's eyes slowly drifted back to Grox's disheveled figure and looked at him, like, really, looked at him.
There was blood forming on Grox's hairline and his clothes were a mess. The gel slicking his hair back dripped down his neck along with his blood and sweat.
Froggy looked into his eyes and saw Grox looking right back at him with that stupid, smug grin.
The same grin he always wears.
He didn't notice the blush forming on his face until it was too obvious. Grox definitely knew, and now Froggy was all too aware of how close they were—and how they should be closer—to each other. Close enough that Froggy could feel each exhale, every intake of air that Grox took. He could feel his heated gaze and the question on his tongue.
"What, you gonna kiss me now? After almost giving me a concussion?" Grox mocked, leaning in closer and gripping Froggy's shoulders tighter.
Froggy didn't say anything, he couldn't, and that pissed him off more than anything.
The large room suddenly felt suffocating, the heat radiating from their bodies were messing with his head. The air around them thick and heavy, enough to choke, enough to make you want to.
Grox scoffed and rolled his eyes, wasting no time in capturing Froggy's lips in his own if he wasn't gonna do it himself.
Froggy groaned and pushed Grox harder against the wall, and Grox pushed back in retaliation; his thigh sliding between the other man's as he pulled him impossibly closer, nails digging into Froggy's shoulders.
The kiss was messy and rough, teeth clashing and suits ruined, Froggy wouldn't be surprised if his tie was in a random cubicle, but he has no time to worry about that when Grox is suddenly breaking the kiss and flipping them over, re-slotting his knee between Froggy's thighs and diving for his neck like a man starved.
Froggy didn't know if it was his pride or just the need for control, but it was honestly turning him on either way—having Grox, their boss, worship and kiss his neck like it's the only thing he's ever wanted, the only thing he's ever craved, was doing miracles to his ego.
Grox sucked and bit on his neck, breaking skin and licking over it; blood beginning to pool inside of his mouth—either the starving man didn't notice or just didn't care by the blood being smeared on his chin and dripping against his collar.
Froggy couldn't take it anymore, his cock was proudly straining against his slacks as he pathetically ground down against Grox's knee.
Grox stopped practically eating him and took in the sight.
Froggy, sweaty and disheveled, usually hot-headed and self-important, blissed out and coming apart on his thigh, grinding and humping it like some dog.
Grox burned.
Maybe it was the concussion from the tussling earlier, or the stress from work—or lack thereof—but the sight of Froggy whining and basically fucking himself against his thigh nearly made him come right then and there.
Grox kissed him again, because if he didn't, he'd start thinking of things that are long term, things he couldn't control, things that probably wouldn't last—and he knows this want, this need that pulls him in, that makes him want to possess and claim, to dominate and hurt, is the only reason he's here with his employee riding his leg so hard he's wondering how it'd look like with him riding the real thing.
Grox took Froggy's bloodied neck in his hold and tilted his head up, making them lock eyes—Froggy was delirious, his pupils dilated and drool forming at the edges of his lips, mouth open slightly and tongue shy but eager, peeking from the floor of his mouth.
Grox kisses him and tries to forget the words caught in his throat.
This is the now, so the present is where he'll stay; with his hands down Froggy's pants and their tongues fighting for dominance.
Froggy's cock was thick and hot as Grox stroked it from the base to the tip, pre already leaking from his slit. Froggy hissed and had to repress a shudder, but he couldn't stop the way his dick twitched in Grox's hands, heavy and throbbing and real.
Froggy took Grox's face in his hands and kissed him once, biting his lip before kneeing him in the stomach and pushing him down to the floor by his hair; spitefully ignoring the glare and pained groan it left him with.
Froggy took his cock in one hand and slapped it on Grox's face a couple of times, trying to get his point across, pressing his blunt head against Grox's cheek.
"I'm not sucking you off," Grox said bitterly, scrunching his face up and giving Froggy a dirty look, his knees still digging into the hardwood floor.
Froggy frowned and yanked Grox backwards by his hair, forcing him to look up at him.
Froggy moved his foot to rest on Grox's crotch, tilting his head and pushing his foot harder against his slacks until Grox's mouth opened wide.
Froggy took this as an initiative to insert his cock into his slacked jaw.
"Bro, if you bite me, I'll seriously kill you," Froggy choked on a moan from Grox's warm mouth, it felt like heaven, the tight heat surrounding him on all sides and making the slide effortless.
Froggy pulled on his hair tight as a warning.
Grox was supposed to be the dominant one.
He had all the power, he made all the rules, no matter how bizarre they were, he had all of the respect.
So why is he on his knees sucking his employee as if he needs his cock like he needs air to breathe?
Froggy bottomed out in his throat, forcing Grox to relax by gripping the back of his neck; he could feel every breath that stuttered or got caught in his throat—he could feel each swallow and moan that he desperately tried to suppress, he could feel the way Grox's dick twitched with every time Froggy's foot pressed down against it.
Froggy began to move Grox's head up and down his shaft, holding him by his hair and maneuvering him the way he liked with little to no regard for the man beneath him.
Grox was conflicted.
It felt good, to have his mouth full of Froggy, to have his senses dulled and to have his throat fucked dumb by someone he swore he hated.
It definitely had to be the concussion, that's the only reliable reason as to why Grox is letting this happen, as to why Grox is letting Froggy do this to him—and why he wanted it so bad.
His thoughts dissipated once Froggy began to pick up his speed, his cock hitting the back of Grox's throat with each thrust—fisting his hair and cursing Grox's name.
"If any of your, hah, stupid ass guards saw you like this—" Froggy rasped, tilting his head back against the cubicle wall, "—how would they react, huh? You think they'd still worship you?" He said, slamming his dick impossibly deeper into Grox, whose arms went slack by his sides as he let Froggy use him like a doll.
Grox couldn't say anything, not really, with a cock in his throat and his vision starting to blur around the edges, his hands felt like putty and the ever-growing static behind his eyelids surfaced with the ringing in his ears.
The worst thing about it, is that Grox felt like he could come just from this.
With Froggy talking his shit and using him without a care in the world, with Froggy gripping his hair and tugging him wherever he pleases, with Froggy stepping on his clothed cock with enough stimulation to feel something but still make you want to beg for it harder—Grox could come just like this, with his hands by his sides and his throat bruised and aching.
And he does, with his eyes closed and the static encompassing him, a choked sob escaping his throat as the fervor continued—his lithe cock dripping and soaking his pants as he pulled and gripped Froggy's thigh.
Grox ground against his shoe as the ecstasy continued to flow through his veins, riding out his high and moaning around Froggy's cock and coming in his pants like an indecent virgin.
Froggy watched it happen transfixed.
He was unbearably close too, the hand gripped in Grox's hair let go to cover his own eyes as his hips stuttered to a stop.
Grox wasted no time in sucking him with aberrant fervor, letting his tongue swirl over his angry, throbbing head. He mustered up the strength to wrap his hands around the base before practically drooling on his cock, taking it deep in his throat once again.
Grox pulled off of his shaft as he trailed kisses down to the base, his tongue licking and sucking on his balls as his hands continued steadily jerking his cock.
Froggy gripped Grox's hair again, tugging him towards the head of his cock and shoving it down his throat again as he came, spurts of it hitting the back of his bruised throat making it burn like hell. His cock leaked and filled his mouth as Froggy pulled out and let the rest drip onto Grox's face, smearing the come across his lips.
Grox was absolutely defiled.
His usually perfectly done hair had strands sticking up in some places. and sort of matted from the blood and sweat and liquid that plagued him. His pants were soiled and his forehead was covered in dried blood. There was come on his eyelid, and he could feel it slowly dripping onto his eyelash.
Froggy pat his head twice mockingly, muttering a small "Good boy," before sliding his softening dick back into his pants.
Grox grimaced at him, the hatred coming back tenfold, still on the floor, legs shaking and weak.
The come was drying on his face, and his throat felt like it's been ripped from the inside, he couldn't speak if he tried as he watched Froggy fix himself up and start walking away.
"I'll be leaving first," He said nonchalantly, checking his watch and putting his hands in his pockets. "See you tomorrow, boss."
Grox watched him leave, angry, but mostly at himself, for letting it go this far—for letting it mean something to him—in the first place, he knew Froggy was a prideful, haughty bastard, yet he did it anyway, because he wanted to, because it felt good.
And the worst part was that Grox liked it, liked it enough to come in his pants and let Froggy bust his load on his face, he let him push and tug him around like a pet, he let him use his mouth and throat unabashedly like some sort of fucktoy—and he enjoyed it.
The room reeks of sex and the come has long since dried against his lips, his come smeared slacks are cold and sticky against his warm skin.
Grox licked the come from around his lips, allowing himself one more act of degeneracy before standing up and stretching, a small smirk spreading on his face.
—
It's been seven days since that night in the office, and Froggy has been thinking about it ever since.
It was easy to act nonchalant when the deed was done, but the first thing he did after arriving home was furiously jerking off until his dick went numb. RIP housekeeping.
Going to work was another humiliation ritual, because now it's like Froggy is laser focused on anything Grox does, like noticing small things that no one else would notice—like he's being sexy on purpose to try and seduce Froggy for a round two.
He notices each line and curve of his body, notices his long and slim fingers—he notices the change of tone when he's getting annoyed at one of his employees and takes them out back, for them never to return again—he notices his smooth lips and wet tongue, and he ignores the way he wants them wrapped around his dick again.
Even worse than that, with double the work, he has to stay over-time almost every night now. In the same office, after-hours, with Grox. The subject of his wet dreams for a week.
Every night, Grox flashes him that smirk, the smirk that gives Froggy the inkling that he knows, knows his every desire, knows he wants to fuck him dumb in the meeting room, knows he wants to beat him to a pulp and lick the blood after—knows he wants to push him down during the day and take him in front of his employees, to make them watch as their God bounces on his cock—knows his weaknesses, knows his thoughts and his mind and his body.
If he does know, he does nothing about it.
He just walks past him, wishing him a goodnight and leaving without a word.
The work gets finished, and the cycle continues.
He goes home and fists his dick until the thought of Grox is unbearable, until the rage seeps through his pours and numbs his brain, and only hunger remains.
—
"Come on, bucko!" The bodyguard yelled, dragging Froggy out of his rolling chair.
"What the hell? Get 'offa me, man!" Froggy yelled back, grinding his teeth and tugging his arm out of the man's grip, not getting a second to rest as two other men came up behind him.
Froggy never anticipated that he'd be getting jumped in broad daylight at his workplace, but when you work under Grox, anything can happen, apparently.
"Ayo, chill!" Grox said, ushering his guards out of the way and lining them up like puppies getting ready to be scolded, "I told you to bring him to me, what are you doing?"
"S-sorry, boss!" The first bodyguard stammered out, bowing his head in shame. "This bucko, wasn't cooperating—so, I resorted to using desperate measures!"
"Okay, okay," Grox said unto him, nodding his head, "You valid. Froggy, since I'm already here, come with me." He commanded, forcing eye contact with him before quickly walking away.
"D-do you need us to come with you sir—" The bodyguard was quickly interrupted by Froggy shoulder-bumping him and stalking after Grox, who was already shutting the door to his office.
—
Grox wasted no time in cornering Froggy against his desk and kissing him hard, pulling against his tie to touch him all over.
Froggy kissed back with fervor, gripping his hips and rocking against him, rubbing against the growing hardness between his legs.
Grox pulled away to undo the buttons on Froggy's shirt, but was stopped by the strong grip on his hair. "Are you crazy?"
Grox licked his lips. "Whaddya mean? Relax."
Froggy's glare was heated, stopping Grox from ignoring whatever he was saying and doing whatever he wanted.
"Bro, chill," Grox lowered his voice to a whisper, lips ghosting over Froggy's neck. "You didn't stop me when you came in, and you don't wanna stop me now, right?"
Froggy's jaw tightened.
"No one'll come in unless I order them to, so take the stick outta your ass," Grox said, sliding Froggy's pants and boxers down to his thighs in one go, almost drooling over being able to see his dick again.
Froggy leaned in and kissed him again, gentler this time, almost loving, if not for the fact that he flipped their positions and slammed Grox against the desk.
"Ugh, why do you insist on hurting me every time?" Grox groaned, rubbing his back.
"You taste better bloody," Froggy whispered.
Grox ignored how that made his dick twitch and settled for just taking it out of his pants entirely.
With both of them out in the open, it was hard to keep their hands off of each other, not a second going by without pushing or tugging or kissing, neither of them willing to stop or let go.
Froggy leaned in to kiss Grox's neck, mapping out his throat with his teeth and breaking skin, reveling in Grox's moans every time he'd bite down.
"Too much," Grox muttered, wrapping one arm around Froggy's neck and bringing the other one down to tend to their neglected cocks, heads slightly rubbing together with every movement, every twitch sending a spark of arousal down their spines.
He pressed Froggy's dick against his and let out an involuntary moan, the sensations of the dry skin paired with the aching of the forming bruises on his neck made his cock twitch violently, like it's seeking out Froggy itself.
Froggy breathed deeply into Grox's neck as he gently started stroking, it was dry and rough and terrible and perfect all at once.
Froggy gripped him tighter.
He leaned back to face Grox directly, knocking their foreheads together. "You suck at this."
Grox scoffed and gripped Froggy's base tighter, "You try it then." He said, meanly, moving his head backwards to knock into Froggy's harder.
Froggy sucked his teeth and wrapped his hand around both of them, ignoring how good his hand looked on top Grox's, how good their cocks looked pressed up against each other—twitching and leaking endlessly.
Froggy began moving his fist up and down, choking on a moan and leaning impossibly closer to Grox, whose tip was dripping a steady stream, slicking up their hands and making the slide easier.
Grox put his face in Froggy's neck, trying to muffle his moans, but the ecstasy was apparent by the way his hips bucked into his own fist—and the drool that was escaping his lips and falling onto Froggy's shoulder, soaking the fabric.
Froggy set an unpredictable pace, randomly slowing down and speeding up, gripping the base to thumbing Grox's tip, kissing and licking Grox's neck to biting and making him bleed.
"You close?" Froggy rasped, voice barely above a whisper.
Grox didn't respond, couldn't. Just clung to Froggy tighter.
Froggy began stroking faster, harder, his slack grip picking up speed as his other hand made its way to Grox's hair, pulling incessantly until Grox shuddered in his hold.
Grox came all over their fists with a cry, the creamy substance staining their knuckles and dripping down to their wrists.
Grox leaned into Froggy more, his ecstasy causing his legs to shake and tremble, his voice catching on a whimper as it shook.
Froggy held him through it all, coming with a grunt as he bit down into Grox's neck—the hunger feeding him as he gnawed on Grox's throat, the overstimulation causing the bleeding man to pant harder, grinding against Froggy's hand involuntarily.
The room was suffocating with silence, with only their panting to be heard as they leaned into each other, come drying in their hold.
Froggy groaned and leaned away from Grox, but Grox punched him in the stomach and watched Froggy fall to his knees in front of him, his usual smirk—tired, now—splayed against his features.
"Doesn't feel so good now, does it?"
"...Fuck.. you."