Rip 'n' Rim (Patreon)

Here's the commission I wrote for our first competition giveaway! A hunky boss gets owned by his assistant over his desk! This was a genius idea and I loved writing this. Let me know what you think in the comments! Next commission giveaway is in June! 

Bryan Harvard was an arrogant dick! There was no other way that people would describe him! At 45, Bryan had more money than any one person could ever spend, and his success only seemed to grow with time. His greying hair was immaculately styled, and his thick, muscular body was toned to perfection, always displayed in tight-fitting, tailored power suits.

Paul Jenson had been Bryan’s executive assistant for just over a year and he was at breaking point. Standing in the private bathroom, he wiped at the coffee stain on his once-white shirt. Bryan had “accidentally” knocked it over in the conference room and Paul had ended up wearing most of it.

“Unbelievable,” Paul hissed under his breath as he straightened his light grey suit jacket.

At 29, Paul was easily one of the most handsome men in the office, but he was utterly unaware of how attractive he was. When various people in the office flirted with him, he thought they were just being nice, completely unaware that his sexy swimmer’s body in his snug suits and his cheeky grin made them all melt.

Unfortunately for Paul, he only had eyes for one man . . . Bryan! His arrogant, cocky idiot of a boss who treated him badly on a daily basis was his obsession. Paul was addicted to the sight of Bryan; in his office chair, muscular thighs spread or leaning over his desk, his suspenders making his suit pants even tighter on his bubble butt than normal. Paul could watch him for hours.

When Paul returned to his desk, shirt still sodden from his attempt to clean up the coffee, he’d barely sat down when Bryan emerged from his office.

It was late afternoon. Bryan had removed his jacket; his shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms and Paul momentarily lost the ability to speak.

“Have you bothered to get the press release done yet?” Bryan barked as he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging in the tight white shirt.

Paul shook his head to clear the thought of ripping his arrogant boss’ shirt open. “Not yet. I lost some time cleaning up the coffee that you threw over me.”

Bryan laughed. “You and your excuses. I want it done in an hour. Also, where’s the letters for that charity garbage that I need to sign?”

Standing up, Paul grabbed a stack of papers and handed them over to Bryan. “You need to sign each one, not the just the top one. I’ll mail them out when you’re done.”

Bryan rolled his eyes. “The things I do for a tax break. Fine! Also, clean yourself up a bit. I can’t have someone looking such a mess outside my office.”

Trying hard not to roll his eyes, Paul forced a smile to his face. “You got it!”

Bryan turned around to head back into his office, giving Paul an incredible view of his firm, muscular ass in the tailored suit pants.

“Fuck,” Bryan cursed as the top sheets of paper in the pile floated to the floor.

Paul stood up from his desk to go and help, but before he could move any further, Bryan bent over at the waist to pick them up. There was a loud RRRRRIIIIPPPPPP as Bryan’s suit pants split down the rear seam, the material giving up against the strain of his thick butt.

Unable to even breathe, Paul stood staring with his mouth open. Not only had Bryan’s pants split, but he was commando. His tanned, furry cheeks were exposed through the epic rip in the back of his pants.

Bryan dropped the papers on the floor and quickly stood up, his hands flying to his ass.

“Oh fuck! This can’t be . . . I can’t have . . .”

Having worked for Bryan for so long, Paul knew a good opportunity when it presented itself and quickly started filming Bryan’s predicament on his phone.

Bryan pulled at the torn material, trying to cover his naked cheeks, but to little avail. He turned around to face Paul and his mouth hung open in shock when he saw Paul stood there with his phone in hand.

“Paul . . . what are you doing?”

Paul tapped on his phone before putting it in his pocket. Ignoring his boss, he walked over to the office door and closed and locked it.

“Here’s how this is going to go, boss. You’re going to do exactly what I want, or your naked ass is going on the company intranet in an hour’s time.”

Bryan laughed. “I didn’t realise you had a sense of humour. I was wrong. Now, give me your fucking phone and go and fetch me some new pants.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve set the video to upload in an hour. Without the password, you can’t stop it. So, I suggest you do as you’re told, and I’ll take the video down.”

Panic flashed in Bryan’s eyes; his hands still clasped to his butt. ‘What is it you want exactly? Money? I’ll give you that pay rise you’ve been bugging me for. How’s that?”

It was Paul’s turn to laugh. “I’ll take that pay rise, but that’s not what I’m after. You’re going to bend over my desk, and I’m going to lick and tease that sexy ass until you blow your load. Do it without complaining and that video is history. Your choice.”

Bryan knew Paul wasn’t joking. Despite his reticence at being blackmailed like this, he couldn’t deny that he found the whole idea arousing. His dick was at half mast, just at the thought.

Not saying a word, Bryan walked towards the desk and bent forward, pushing his bubble butt out in preparation.

Paul walked around the desk, the outline of his hard cock obvious. He’d never imagined that he’d be able to touch Bryan, let alone rim him!

Paul ran his hands over Bryan’s muscled cheeks, before grabbing the ripped material and shredding it even more. Bryan grunted as his suit pants were torn wide, his entire ass and the tops of his hairy thighs on show.

Paul dropped to his knees and tried to calm himself down. He could feel the wet patch from the precum in his boxer briefs, his hands were shaking slightly, and his breathing was too fast.

“Get on with it, Paul!”

Not needing to be told twice, Paul used his hands to spread Bryan’s cheeks revealing the trimmed hair of his crack and his tight hole.

Paul kissed the cheeks on either side before sliding his tongue down Bryan’s crack. Wanting to savour the moment, Paul, swirled his tongue around the outer edge of Bryan’s hole and was surprised to hear Bryan moan and buck his hips.

Spurred on by Bryan’s moans, Paul teased Bryan’s hole with his tongue, the musky, manly aroma making his cock even harder.

“Oh fuck!” Bryan cried out as Paul pushed his tongue inside.

Paul slid one of his hands between Bryan’s legs and inside the ripped suit pants, finding Bryan’s cock hard and throbbing, the head moist with precum.

Paul started to stroke Bryan’s cock whilst he tongue-fucked his hole. Bryan had his fists clenched as he bucked his hips in rhythm with Paul’s tongue and strokes.

“Keep going, keep going,” Bryan moaned.

Paul increased the speed on Bryan’s cock as he flicked his tongue inside his hole. The flicking motion sent Bryan over the edge as the muscles in his body tensed and he shot his load all over Paul’s hand and the desk.

Without even touching himself, Paul felt his own cock spasm inside his boxer briefs before the biggest load of his life exploded out of him.

Bryan slumped over the desk as Paul stood up, a sticky wet patch covering the front of his pants.

Paul gave Bryan’s ass a hard slap, which made him jump up from the desk. “I’ll get the video down now. It won’t be uploaded.”

“You’re damn right it won’t,” Bryan said as he turned to face Paul. “And if you want to keep your job then you’ll be doing that every fucking day.”

Paul laughed. “Are you serious?”

Bryan nodded. “Fuck yes I am!”