The Assistant

THE ASSISTANT
by Machi
24.09.06

Niigata Seiji was distracted. He had an important meeting that afternoon, and he had to finalize his presentation. But he couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. Cold sweat was forming on his neck, and his upper lip was moist. His young assistant, Mitahara Matsuki, was compulsively filing folders into the exquisite wooden cabinets that lined the office. Niigata held his head with both hands, and screwed his eyes shut.
"Niigata-san, here's the sales report that you asked me to look for," Matsuki said in a hushed voice, quite afraid to annoy his boss. He was just a new employee, and he had heard from the workers in the other departments that Niigata Seiji had an infamous temper. He looked over at his boss's head, which he still held firmly. "Are you alright, Niigata-san?"
Niigata realized what had driven him to distraction. It was this kid's scent. A mixture of aftershave and some perfume he couldn't identify at the moment. It was maddening, what the young man's scent had conjured in his mind. He suddenly stood up, his face aflame.
Matsuki was taken aback by Niigata's sudden movement. Niigata strode brusquely to the bathroom, at the other side of the office, and slammed the door shut behind him.
Niigata loosened his tie, went to the cubicle, and locked the door. He slumped on the toilet seat and fumbled with his zipper. He grabbed his swollen cock with one hand, and the other was on the cold tiles for support. It was the third time that day that he had a full erection, and it was the third time that he had to relieve himself at the john. It was that stupid assistant's fault. His mere presence was enough to make Niigata crazy. He started stroking his angry, throbbing cock. He had snatched some covert glances at Mitahara as the assistant had looked for the sales report. His eyes couldn't help wandering to the younger man's backside, which was seductively outlined in his pants as he bent over one of the lower cabinets. Then his scent, which Niigata now identified as the source of all his troubles. It didn't help that Mitahara had to lay the folder on his table, standing dangerously close to him, his mouth and his hot breath heating up the air between them. He pumped his penis faster. Mitahara was knocking softly on the door. "Niigata-san? Niigata-san, are you all right? Do you have an upset stomach? Do you want me to get something from the clinic?" Niigata heard Mitahara say from outside the comfort room. Niigata could only grunt in return. He was way lost in his sexual fantasies, and Mitahara's voice only made him more excited. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" Mitahara's frustrated cries reached him in his small chamber. Yes, there is something you can do to help me, Niigata thought feverishly. He swallowed a groan as he climbed higher into orgasm.
Matsuki pressed his ear upon the door, trying to hear his boss, who had locked himself in the john. Niigata-san looked so tensed, it must have been because of the meeting that afternoon, Matsuki worriedly thought. Niigata didn't seem to be responding to his calls, and that alarmed him. What if Niigata did something desperate? He thought he saw a razor blade on the side of the sink the other day. Matsuki shook off the thought. He was just being paranoid. What if he already had a heart attack from all the tension? Matsuki fished his pockets for his keys, and fumbled with the one which was meant to open rest room's door.
Niigata barely heard the lock clicking and the door swinging. He was so close to making it. Mitahara's worried queries sounded so far away, and in his head he was hearing the assistant's lusty voice screaming his name, pleading for completion...
The cubicle door opened, and just then Niigata came. He gave a long moan as he released his seed, which came in long spurts, that ended up on the shocked assistant's crisp suit. Mitahara's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was his superior, Niigata Seiji, sitting on the toilet, panting, sweating, holding his spent cock, his cum dripping on his blue suit.
"Mitahara," he said, trying to control his breathing. The younger man seemed to waken from a daze. "Close the door, Mitahara."
Mitahara obediently shut the door and turned the lock. There was no turning back now. Mitahara had seen him at it, and his body was hungry for sex. "Come here, Mitahara," he called out.
Matsuki stood before Niigata, his head bowed. Niigata could see that the young man was shocked, and he would play him to submission at his current state. "Have you seen another man touch himself, Mitahara?"
The assistant shook his head. Niigata prodded him on, "Do you touch yourself, then?" Mitahara slowly nodded his bent head. "Does it feel good to touch yourself?" The young man seemed to ashamed to make any form of reply.
"Have you ever pleasured someone other than yourself before?"
"No," Mitahara's voice quivered.
"I want you to pleasure me, Mitahara."
The young man suddenly looked up, shock clearly painted on his pale face. "B-b-but, Niigata-san," he stuttered.
"What is it?" Niigata inquired cooly.
"But... I don't know how... and I'm a man!" he cried.
"Don't worry, about it, Mitahara. I want you to pleasure me as a man... and I can teach you how. Come closer," he said.
Matsuki walked with unsure steps. Niigata reached out for his hands and led him closer. "Now kneel down," he said.
Matsuki did as he was told, and he was now situated between Niigata's legs. He kept his gaze down, and Niigata tipped his chin up. "Please use your tongue on me," Matsuki looked up at Niigata's expectant face, and dipped his face closer to Niigata's exposed member. He planted his hands on Niigata's legs and took out his tongue. He ran tentative licks on Niigata's shaft, which immediately began to respond. His tongue traveled the length of his hardening dick, and onto its head. Niigata could barely contain his pleasure as he let out a moan. Matsuki stole a glance at his superior, who had his eyes closed and was breathing more quickly now. Seeing the effects of his ministrations on the other man, Matsuki made a daring move and took Niigata's cock inside his mouth. He wrapped his tongue on the throbbing dick, and started working his mouth up and down the fully-erect member. Niigata made a sharp gasp as bursts of pleasure came from the young man's mouth. "Keep doing that, Mitahara... that feels so good," he groaned. Unable to take it any longer, he grabbed Mitahara by the hair and bucked his hips. He moved his pelvis rhythmically, forcing his penis down Mitahara's throat, who sucked him faithfully. He raised his hips and held the young man closer. "Don't stop, Mitahara... I'm gonna come soon..." He gasped as he moved his hips faster, continuing to forcefully fuck his assistant's mouth. Feeling himself peak, he firmly held Mitahara's head and forced him to take in his semen. "Come on, swallow it all up," he said in a commanding voice. Matsuki tried to swallow the sperm but he gagged and coughed some out. He sat back on the floor, still coughing, his face red. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "I got choked."
"Never mind, it felt good anyway." Niigata replied, eyeing the young man. "Did you like it?" he asked.
Matsuki seemed too embarrassed to reply, as he bent his head and tried to mask his face with his hair.
Niigata stood and pulled Matsuki up from the floor and pushed him to the sink. He planted his hands on both sides of Matsuki, seeming to trap him there. "What you did felt really good," he whispered to Matsuki's neck. "I think I want to return the favor." He brushed his lips on Matsuki's neck, and licked and bit an earlobe. The young man seemed to stiffen. "Relax, Mitahara, I won't eat you," Niigata teased. "At least not yet."
Niigata continued kissing and licking Matsuki's throat as his hands unbuttoned the constricting coat and shirt. Once they were out of the way, Niigata ran his hands on the younger man's chest. He played a nipple with one hand, and the other grabbed Matsuki's crotch, making him let out a sudden gasp. He grabbed Matsuki's cheeks with both hands, pressing him hard against his body, making him feel his emerging erection. He could also feel Matsuki's hard rod. He took his mouth to one nipple, his tongue playfully moving in circular motions. His hand skillfully pulled down the zipper and boxers, releasing Matsuki's cock. He wrapped it with his hand and began stroking it. Matsuki screwed his eyes shut, trying not to cry out, feeling remorseful that he was aroused by a man. Niigata could sense his apprehension, and said in a firm voice, "Open your eyes, Mitahara, and watch me." Matsuki slowly opened his eyes and looked at Niigata. Niigata smiled back and ran his tongue down his chest, to his navel, and onto his dick. He took the engorged shaft into his mouth, and began sucking him mercilessly. He worked his head up and down Matsuki's erection, rubbing his balls all the while. Mitahara's breathing quickened. He moaned as Niigata began pumping the base of his dick. Mitahara was responding as he wanted to. The younger man began to strip off his doubts and began giving himself up to the pleasure. Mitahara began moving his hips, moaning as Niigata sucked him harder and pumped him faster. His hands wandered further down and his fingers probed at Mitahara's undulating asshole. Mitahara flinched, but Niigata held him firmly. He began stretching the hole. He slipped a finger in. Mitahara cried out and almost snapped his legs closed. But Niigata was prepared and pried his thighs with his elbows. He retreated his finger and continued sucking Mitahara's cock, which the younger man seemed to prefer over the invasive finger. Matsuki's body began to tremble as he neared his climax. "Niigata-san... I'm gonna come!" he cried out. "Hold it off a bit," Niigata said as he released Mitahara's angry member, appeasing it with a few licks. "I'm not done with you yet." He lifted Mitahara's legs and forced him to sit on the sink's edge. He held his thighs firmly and licked his asshole. "No! Stop!" Mitahara screamed. "Stop it, Niigata-san!" Niigata ignored his protests and continued to lap the hole with his tongue. But then Mitahara began resisting, violently fighting off his viselike grip. Niigata abruptly stopped and grabbed Mitahara's cock. "Stop complaining." he said threateningly, squeezing Mitahara harder. "I'm going to fuck you, whether you like it or not. And if you want me to rasp you dry and make you bleed, that's up to you."
Matsuki covered his face with his hands and started crying silently. "Stop crying," Niigata said in a firm but quiet voice. "It won't hurt if we do it right. Now relax. You'll enjoy this, like you enjoyed that blowjob I gave you."
Matsuki stopped sobbing silently and relaxed his body. Niigata sensed victory, but was wary of taking it too fast. Matsuki might seriously resist him, and things might get complicated. He bent down and planted a kiss on Matsuki's forehead. He brushed his lips, and later caught it in a passionate kiss. Niigata aggressively forced open Matsuki's mouth, and their tongues played against each other. Matsuki hung on to him hungrily, and Niigata felt that it was safe to proceed. He let go of his demanding mouth. "I'm going to lick you again down there, and I want you to watch me." He brought his face back between Matsuki's legs, and gave the hole a long lick. He kissed it and sucked and ran his tongue on it again. Matsuki let out a gasp. He watched as his superior licked him obsessively. Fingers pried him open, but he was too afraid to resist. In all truth, he was afraid that Niigata might stop. He wanted to come desperately, since the first time he took Niigata in his mouth. Niigata had told him explicitly that he would be fucked, and a part of him wanted that. The other part of him told him that he was out of reason. But indeed, pleasure so out of this world would naturally be beyond reason. Niigata took a finger into his mouth, watered it down with saliva, and inserted it into Matsuki's hole. Matsuki fought the urge to snap his thighs close. To his surprise, the wet finger that slipped easily inside him didn't feel painful. Wanting to encourage his superior, Matsuki moved his ass to bring the finger deeper. Niigata took his cue and inserted another finger. He looked up at Matsuki, who was gazing intently at his fingers, which were being swallowed into his depths. "Mitahara, do you want me to put it in?" he asked. Matsuki nodded.
Niigata stood to his full height. "Now lie back," he instructed the younger man. Matsuki obeyed, keeping his eyes on Niigata's large member. "It's going to hurt at first, and I'm not going to hold back." He pushed Matsuki's legs back with one arm, and pried his hole with the other. He guided his throbbing penis into Matsuki's asshole.
Matsuki screamed as Niigata made his first blunt jab inside him. He was so big that he felt like he was gonna be torn apart. "Don't tighten up," Niigata told him. "Relax." Matsuki tried to breathe more evenly and relax his body. "That's more like it," Niigata purred. He plunged into him again, and this time the pain was intense. "Hold onto me," Niigata said. Matsuki flung his arms to Niigata's neck and Niigata continued pumping into him. He thought that he might consider being gentle to Mitahara, but he couldn't stop himself from pummeling the younger man. He had fantasized doing just this to Mitahara, and now his wish has now come true. "You feel so good, Mitahara... You feel as good as I though you would," he gasped in between thrusts. Mitahara was barely holding on. he thought he might pass out from the pain. Niigata came at him harder, rythmically drilling his large penis deeper. "I was thinking of you, you know, when you walked into me earlier." Matsuki was stunned. So it was indeed he, Matsuki, that Niigata thought about as he touched himself a while ago. He had never felt like he had been wanted before, as he was told now. Niigata wanted him, and now he was his... entirely. Niigata continued to fuck him, and now the pain was starting to build up to pleasure. Matsuki opened his legs wider. Niigata pushed Matsuki's legs further so that he could penetrate deeper. "Do you feel good now?" He asked. Matsuki, who had his eyes closed, nooded in acquiesce. "Tell me, Mitahara."
Mitahara opened his eyes, and looked back at a pair that revealed both lust and longing. "You feel good inside me, Niigata-san." He moaned. He was now beginning to feel the pleasure of having Niigata inside him. He was being filled up... and it was the best sensation he had ever experienced. He arched his back and met Niigata, thrust by thrust. Niigata pumped himself faster, feeling the intense pleasure build up and electrify his body. "Deeper," Matsuki gasped. "Deeper!" Niigita complied, and soon enough he felt himself starting to peak. He thrusted at Matsuki frantically. "I'm gonna come!" Matsuki cried out. "Together now, Mitahara," Niigita gasped. He pulled Matsuki to a sitting position and held him tight. With his last remaining strength, he pushed inside Matsuki hard. He let out a loud groan as he orgasmed, releasing his seed inside Matsuki, who gave his own moan of completion. He felt Matsuki's hot cum spurt and drip down his torso. Matsuki collapsed in his arms, and together, they lay down on the cold floor, breathing wildly, their bodies spent in carnal pleasure.


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