Sexual His ASSment

John Magnum can’t keep his eyes on spreadsheets. Teddy Bryce—new hire, ink crawling up his arms—leans over a file cabinet and John’s cock thickens under his desk. Teddy feels the stare, shoots a look back. Is the boss hot or a creep? The silence stretches until John stands, grabs duct tape, and walks over like the matter’s already settled. He bends Teddy across the desk, rips tape across his mouth, yanks the kid’s pants down. Belt leather whistles, lands hard. Teddy’s cheeks bloom red. John lines up his cock when the door swings open. Jaxton Wheeler steps in, voice sharp, hand raised to break it up. Teddy shakes his head, eyes wide, hard dick swinging between his thighs. He wants it. Jaxton sees the truth, jaw flexes, then he unbuckles. Two belts now stripe the same ass. John feeds his dick past the tape, fucks the wet hole of Teddy’s throat. Jaxton steps in behind, spits once, pushes inside the clenched ring. They run the tatted stud between them, spit-roast steady, papers sliding under the weight. Jaxton offers the next round like a handshake. John pulls out, swaps places, sinks balls-deep into the same hole Jaxton just stretched. They trade off, one cock in the mouth, one buried in the ass, until every inch of Teddy is used and dripping.