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Daniel's New Boss

By: GingerD



Daniel stripped off his soaked t-shirt and threw it on the bench, it had been another sweaty, crazy night at the Scorpion Arms. The Arms is Huron Beach's busiest watering hole, classic English pub on the main floor. Upstairs: Stinger's, a rocking, party-club complete with shooters, pounding music and flashing lights. While the Arms all but shuts it's doors during the winter, summers mean it is busy every night. A senior server like Daniel can make up to three hundred dollars a night in tips alone. Serving at the Arms is the holy grail of summer employment. Daniel made over twenty grand the previous summer and wanted to make at least that this year. The money made over the summer paid all of Daniel's bills during the year of study at Western. Daniel felt as though he deserved it, he was faster than all the other serving staff and he was far more charming and entertaining with customers. He felt as though he were in a higher league when it came to working this job. 

The Arms basement contained storage, offices, staff washrooms and, thanks to the new owner, guys and girls change rooms for the staff, including new showers. Daniel had started showering after every shift as had several of the other servers. 

Daniel was the last staff member to check out. He usually was. Doing the closing duties no one else wanted to do meant he was there longer and made a few dollars more on his pay cheque. The new owner Barb was there all the time it seemed and he had seen her walking around with her inventory sheets as he headed downstairs. 

Barb Cook bought the Arms in February and Daniel and other veteran servers were concerned that she would make big changes or not bring back previous staff. The only real change she made was renovating the basement which no one was complaining about. 

In March Barb had interviewed everyone for the coming season whether they had worked there previously or not. Daniel had to play hooky for a day of classes to make his appearance. Barb met him up in Stinger's. She was very stern and looked as though she had never smiled or laughed in her life. She was a large, serious woman and interviewed Daniel in a cold no nonsense way, she gave no indication whether he would be working at the Arms in May. Daniel right away thought Barb was a stupid bitch who had no idea what she was doing. 

He expertly feigned love for the place and explained how he was always the last employee to leave because he cared about the place so much. He knew that it was all about the money and that he did not give a shit about the place outside of the tips and wages in his pocket. 

Two weeks later he received a voicemail from Barb stating that he had made the team. "Well duh", he thought to himself, "obviously". When Barb went on to make it clear that he was considered a new hire despite his years working there and he would be on probation the first three months like everybody else, he thought to himself, "who gives a shit? Hope she stops being such a bitch!" 

Daniel stood facing the wall of mirrors admiring his lean chest and abs with their sweaty matte shine. He had made great progress in sculpting his body and he took the time to admire his work. Checking out the definition on his arms, chest and abs. He kicked off his Vans and reached down and peeled off each sock. 

One part of his body he was particularly confident about was his butt. He had received several compliments from girls and the odd guy on the shape of his behind. His ex Kathy used to talk about his sweet ass all the time. Daniel turned his back to the wall of mirrors and checked out his backside looking into the bank of angled mirrors above the lockers. His back appeared lean and his butt round and firm in his cargo shorts. "Dang, I look good!", he thought to himself. 

He undid his belt as he turned back to face the mirror. He stood there in a daze undid his shorts and dropped them to the floor. His boxers were wet around the waist band. The front of his boxers protruded slightly where the fabric covered his junk. He quickly shed the boxers and stood facing the mirror full frontal. 

Daniel was sensitive about his red pubic hair or 'ginger' as a friend had jokingly called them. He kept his pubes trimmed but. His hair covered balls and the head of his cut cock were all purple-red and hanging low from the heat. His thick white shaft in the middle of it all. He knew that he was above average in size especially in thickness. Even though he was alone, he reached down grabbed the head of his cock and pulled it down and to the right as far as he could to make it appear longer. This locker room maneuver was familiar to all guys as they try to look as endowed as possible to anyone who sees them. 

Just as Daniel was about to turn to head to the shower stalls he saw a strange flash of light on the lower left hand side of the mirror. He turned and looked behind him but saw nothing. When he turned back toward the mirror the strange light disappeared. He dismissed it as fatigue and headed for the showers. 

Daniel washed up quickly and lingered for a while under the water, it felt good on his tired upper back. He walked into the locker room and retrieved his towel and dried off quickly leaving several areas wet to evaporate and cool his skin. He put on fresh boxers, cargos, t-shirt and flip-flops and grabbing his backpack went through the change room door out into the hallway.

"Daniel, can I talk to you for a sec?" Barb called from her office just up the hallway.

"Yeah, sure," Daniel called back, thinking that he was probably about to be offered a hike in his hourly wage due to his high performance.

Barb had hardly spoke to him since he started a couple of weeks ago. A raise in hourly to make sure he is happy was the most logical explanation.

"What's up?" Daniel asked sticking his head around the door frame. 

"Come in here, please," Barb said rising to close the door behind him. "Sit down." 

Daniel walked over to the spare chair against the back wall. He took a seat, leaning back confidently. Barb took her chair at her desk and turned it backwards to face Daniel across the small office. 

"I'm going to have to let you go," Barb stated coldly. 

Daniel's heart hammered in his throat, he could hear the cliché heartbeat thudding in his ears. He sat forward in a jolt. His mind began to race trying to figure out why Barb was saying this. 

"There must be a mistake... What do you mean? What for?" 

Daniel's panic was intense, he was about to lose over eighteen thousand dollars and his income for an entire year of study. No other job in Huron Beach would come close to paying what he made at the Arms. "How out of touch is this stupid bitch? I am the best server here!" Daniel thought to himself. 

"I understand you took two bottles of beer with you last night," Barb stated.

"Yes, but I paid for those though, full price."

"There is no way to prove that you paid for them," Barb countered.

"Well I did pay for them ask..."

"It doesn't matter if you paid for them Daniel, you are not allowed to take alcohol off the premises, it violates our liquor license," Barb snipped cutting him off. 

"Listen, I won't ever do it again. Okay? It was something we used to do here before you became owner, I won't ever do it again," Daniel said. 

"Unfortunately I've decided to let you go," Barb stated, turning her chair back toward her desk.

Daniel could feel his confidence and his options evaporating along with the last drops from his shower. The long tiring shift coupled with the panic he was experiencing were too much, the cocky twenty year old started to cry and lowered his head to hide his face. The only thing left was to plead with her. 

"Please, this job is so important, I can't go to school without it. I'll do anything, anything at all to prove I am worth keeping around," he pleaded.

"I don't know what you could do to be honest Daniel," Barb stated dismissively, smiling to herself. 

"I will do anything at all! Anything you say if I can keep this job. Please, I am begging you to reconsider," he continued. 

Barb turned back around to face him. After what seemed like an eternity of sitting there across from each other Barb finally spoke, "Put your bag down." 

Daniel let his backpack fall to the floor beside his chair, avoiding eye contact with his boss. 

"Where are you headed right now?" Barbara asked him. 

"Just home," Daniel said keeping his eyes on the floor and wiping them with the back of his hand. 

"Anyone expecting you there?" Barb asked.

"No," Daniel croaked. 

"Excellent!" Barb said back in a false cheery tone. 

Daniel sat on the chair with his eyes down. New beads of sweat breaking on the back of his neck and forehead. Barbara sat facing him unspeaking. She surveyed what she could see of his body. He had nice muscular legs with light brown hair covering what she could see of his knees and shins. His feet were perfect, no weird shapes, simply perfectly formed. 

Barbara had seen Daniel nude before. Of course he had no idea that this was the case. She had seen almost every single one of her male bar staff completely nude through the two way mirror she had installed as an entire wall of the male change room. In her narrow viewing room she had watched them almost every night. 

Daniel was her favorite as he was usually last and tended to linger in front of the mirror. She loved looking at his toned body as he stood there. She fantasized about this young stud and having him for herself despite her age and looks.

Barb had done everything possible to conceal the fact that this was not a normal mirror. She made sure that the locker room was brightly lit at all times while the viewing room remained pitch black with no lighting at all. She had a small 'light lock' room built between the dark viewing room and the light of her office. She had framing built around the edge of the mirror as well. 

Tonight though she had made a fatal error while in the viewing room, she was careless and brought her cellphone into the room, leaving it on the small ledge. When it lit up Daniel had seen it's light through the mirror. She was sure of it, she saw him react. Barb decided he had to go or she would lose her favorite activity and possible face criminal charges. Yet he has made no mention of it despite their discussion. She considered the possibility that he did not notice the two-way mirror after all. 

"Take off your shirt," Barb ordered Daniel in her no-nonsense tone. 

Daniel would normally have told anyone who said this to him to fuck off. He was so tired terrified and broken that he reached behind his head and grasping the back of the t-shirt pulled it over his head. He dropped it on top of his backpack. 

"No, give it to me," Barb ordered. 

Daniel picked up his shirt with one hand and leaned forward to pass it across to Barb. He never raised his eyes from the floor as she took it from his hand. 

"You can step out of those flip-flops," came Barb's next instruction. 

Without even thinking about it Daniel pushed each flip flop off onto the floor with his feet. 

"Hand them to me!" Barb ordered. 

Daniel bent over and picked them up again handing them to Barb without looking up. 

"So, why should I keep you on? Barb asked. 

"Because, I am the best server, fastest, sell more than anyone else," he reasoned. 

"Sorry Daniel none of those things mean that much, the whole team is strong," Barb said casually. 

"Because I will do anything you want! It doesn't matter what it is I will do it to keep this job," Daniel said. 

"Anything?" Barbara asked. 

"Anything!" Daniel reaffirmed.

"Well it wouldn't be just one thing you would have to do, it would be many things, whenever I want them done, all summer long," Barbara said. 

"That is fine," Daniel said, feeling a faint glimmer of hope. 

"And I will take half of your earnings and keep them until the end of the summer at which point, if you succeed I will return them to you. If you don't succeed I will keep the money and you will have no job here next season. No negotiation. Understand?" Barb said.

"Yes, thank you, I will do anything!" Daniel said. 

"You will? Well what if I told you to jack off right now, would you do it?" Barb asked. 

Daniel laughed, "you're not serious?" he said looking up for the first time. 

"Would you do it?" Barb said raising her voice.

"No," Daniel said assuming that Barb was bluffing.

"Well then, no deal, you're fired!" 

"Wait, wait..." 

"No just get out," Barb yelled, "you're playing games." 

"Listen, I am sorry. Yes I would do what you said, I would jack off to keep the job, I know you are just being hypothetical," said Daniel. 

"Give me your shorts!" Barb thundered. 

Daniel normally did not like anyone to see his bare body and tried to keep it covered as much as possible. This was part of the reason he liked being alone in the locker room. He was terrified of what might happen if he disobeyed Barb and quickly undid the front of his cargo shorts and lifted slightly to pull them off all the way. 

"Here," he said handing them across to Barb, "Are we done? Can I get dressed and go now that I've shown I will cooperate." 

Barb burst into laughter, "you haven't shown anything Daniel, nothing at all." 

"Sorry," said Daniel weakly looking back at the floor. 

"Put your hands on your head and keep them there!" Barb ordered. 

He quickly put both his hands on top of his head. Barbara reached forward and grabbed a pair of scissors out of a can on her desk near the wall. She turned around and came over in front of him, she knelt down low and said, "don't move!" as she began to cut the leg of his boxer shorts from the cuff to the waist. She did the same thing to the other side. 

Daniel couldn't believe what was happening, he stared in shock. The sides of the boxers fell to the chair exposing his hips and upper leg. 

Barb then grabbed the front of his boxers and pulled them off in one motion, they slid out from under his butt and she threw them in the corner. 

"There!" Barb said. 

Daniel instinctively moved to cover himself but Barb caught him before he was able to. 

"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" she yelled, sounding outraged. 

Daniel immediately put his hands back on top of his head and held position. He stared down past his body to the floor.

When his cock began to swell he did not understand why. Was it because he was nude in front of someone? It continued to grow and eventually flopped over onto his upper thigh, semi hard.

"Stroke it," Barb ordered quietly. She stayed kneeling in front of him. "That's it," she said, "Good job." 

Daniel was pulling and stroking his cock and it was instantly a fully hard six and a half inches, arrow straight pointing at the ceiling. Barb ordered him to stop. She reached forward and wrapped her hand around his six inch thick cock, it was burning hot in her hand. 

"I wondered what it would look like hard," she said. 

This puzzled Daniel but he paid no attention to the statement. 

"Holy fuck you are thick," she said. 

She let go and told him to jack some more. He started again to stroke his cock, up and down. Barb got closer and while he stroked his cock she began to lick his balls, coating them with saliva and breathing hot breaths onto them. This caused Daniel to shudder as the feeling of her hot warm mouth sent charges through his cock and balls. 

Daniel wanted to stop, he hoped that she was going to tell him to get dressed and go home. He thought he was going to get his wish when she said, "Okay, Daniel, stop." 

He waited for her next instruction as he sat there. Dripping with sweat, nude and fully erect right in his boss's face, "please say get dressed, you ugly old bitch," he thought to himself. 

Instead Barb reached forward and began to stroke his cock again. 

"Hands on your head!" she yelled at him. 

He did what he was told. 

She stroked his cock up and down building in pace, getting faster and faster. Daniel decided he would not cum in front of her. He was going to fight it off, holding his breath. No matter how hard he tried Daniel could feel his seed beginning to build deep inside. He wished she would stop before he cummed but she just pumped faster and once again began to tongue his balls, sucking them and taking them into her mouth one at a time. Again this sent waves of pleasure pulsing through his cock and balls. 

He strained to prevent it from happening. His face twisted and contorted, he yelled, "Stop! Please!"

He fought to stop the building orgasm but finally he could hold off no longer, he screamed, "PLEASE! NOOOO!" followed immediately by, "Ahhhhh, holy, fuck, ya, shit, fuck!" as everything exploded. 

He lost all control and his head and shoulders flopped back into the chair as ropes of cum started to shoot out of his cock, one rope shot a couple of feet into the air and came to rest on his shoulder. He shuddered, "Ahh, ho, fuck, shit" as several more uncontrollable spasms of cum spurted out. His chest, abs and Barb's hand were covered in glistening pools of his enormous load. Then it was quiet, he could hear the buzzing of the office light. 

"Sit there!" Barb said as she sat back down and looked at him covered in cum. 

"Good news: you can work tomorrow," she announced after ten minutes had passed, "just sit there until I am done, then you can go, do not move! Understand?" 

Daniel nodded weakly and hung his head once again staring at the office floor.

Daniel's New Boss Ch. 02



Barb turned her chair away from her desk once again to face Daniel. She was working on her clipboard, totaling her inventory counts. She sat with clipboard and pen adding up the rows of numbers. When she looked up she noticed that Daniel had shifted his position. He was now sitting farther back and more upright on the chair. He also had his hands wedged between his knees blocking most of his body from view. 

"Move your hands!" Barb barked, "No covering up, keep them beside you or I'll make you put them back on your head." 

Daniel quickly moved his arms out of the way and let them hang on either side of the chair revealing his cum covered chest and belly. He was sitting upright with his knees together which meant his balls and most of his cock were partially concealed between his legs. 

"Open your legs!" Barb ordered, "Wider...wider..." 

He opened his legs as instructed at first a couple of inches and finally he had his legs as far apart as possible each thigh and knee extending out off the sides of the chair. His cock was still semi hard and hung straight down in front of his balls which sat on the seat of the chair surrounded by the folds of skin of his scrotum. 

"Good," Barb said, "now slide forward... more..." 

Daniel slid his butt forward until Barb told him to stop, he was at the front edge of the chair so far forward that his cock and balls hung down in front of the chair. He held this position while Barb finished up with her clipboard. 

"Now, there are going to be a bunch of new rules starting today, more will follow whenever I see a need. Understand?" Barb explained. 

"Yes," Daniel said. 

"I didn't hear that?", Barb said. 

"Yes", Daniel said much louder. 

"First rule, you will be the last employee here every night, no matter what, you are usually here until the end anyway. You need to have my permission to leave. Got it?" Barb said in her no-nonsense tone. 

"Yes," Daniel said, thinking that this would make little difference to his regular routine. 

"Good. Open your bag," Barb said. 

Daniel opened his backpack undoing the drawstrings. 

"Hand it to me, then back in position," Barb ordered. 

Daniel leaned across and held the open backpack out for Barb to take then returned to the deeply slouched, widely spread position he had been placed in. Barb took the pack from him and set it on her lap peering down inside the bag. 

"Enjoy, bitch," Daniel thought to himself, "just dirty shoes and sweaty clothes in there." 

Barb put her hand into the bag and ripped out his t-shirt and his serving shirt, throwing them onto the floor. She reached in again and this time pulled out Daniel's boxer shorts. 

"Here we are," Barb said, throwing the pack to the floor. "Okay if I keep these?" 

"Yeah," Daniel said. 

"Thanks," Barb said. 

Barb then picked up Daniel's cargo shorts from the side of her desk and began feeling around for something. She put her hand into a pocket and pulled out Daniel's cellphone and held it in front of her, she hit it with her thumb and then said, "Code?" 

"What are you doing to my phone?" Daniel asked, looking surprised. 

"Code?" She said again. 

"I'm not giving you the phone code," Daniel said failing to conceal his frustrated annoyance with her. 

"Really? You piece of shit. Think you're better than anyone else here. I was wrong to give you another chance. Get out and do not come back or I will have you charged with trespassing, you're fired," Barb ranted. 

"8596," Daniel said, through gritted teeth. 

"Smart move," Barb said punching the code into the touchscreen. 

Barb went to work quickly, locating the phone's browser and going to the apps store. She found the Gtrax app and started to download it, glancing at Daniel's body as she waited for the program to finish its download. She loved the small amount of hair he had on his belly, small swirls around his belly button, treasure trail to his pubic hair. The program had started it's installation, once installed and configured Barb would know Daniel's whereabouts twenty-four-seven as this GPS based app sent Daniel's exact location every 30 minutes and logged it in her online account. She could also request his location any time she wanted. 

"Okay, let's get out of here," Barb said, standing up and grabbing Daniel's backpack. 

She took the shorts and flip-flops off of her desk and stuffed them into the bag, keeping the destroyed boxers Daniel had been wearing along with the sweaty pair she had taken from his bag earlier. 

"Can't I get dressed?" Daniel said looking up at her. 

"Not yet! Upstairs, let's go," Barb said. 

Daniel stood up and stepped out into the hallway, sighing. Barb stood waiting for him to go ahead of her. She followed as he walked to the end of the hallway and started to climb the stairs into the Pub. 

Daniel emerged out of the stairwell in the center of the room into the main dining room, it was dark, only the cool blue light from the glass front cooler and the neon beer signs still illuminated. It felt very strange to be standing in this room completely nude, the same room where hours before he had been serving pitchers of beer and trays of shooters. 

Daniel stood at the top of the stairs waiting for Barb to emerge from the stairwell. She climbed the last few steps with Daniel's backpack slung over her shoulder. 

"You like my new bag?" she asked him laughing. 

A sharp pain of fear hit him in the chest when for a split second he thought she may leave with all of his clothes, leaving him to find his way home completely naked. 

The soft light showed the ripples and definition across his torso, his lower half and head were in darkness. The cum had dried in places, most of it had slid down his chest and abs and collected at the top of his bush. As he stood there waiting for Barb to give him his clothes he felt a trickle down the back of his balls, cum or sweat he would never know. 

Barb had gathered her bag and keys from behind the bar and was rattling them around finding the one she needed to lock back door. 

"Let's go!" Barb said, sounding like Daniel should have been moving by now. 

Daniel walked down the short hallway and into the kitchen, he could feel the grease under his bare feet as he carefully walked across the linoleum. He stopped at the back door. 

"Now can I have my clothes?" he asked Barb. 

"Not yet, don't ask again!" Barb snapped. 

Daniel stood at the door, Barb came and stood beside him. 

"Ready?" Barb asked grabbing Daniel's cock head and waggling it back and forth. 

"What? But..." Daniel stammered. 

As Barb shook Daniel's dick it again started to grow. Daniel was confused as to why it was responding. He was stressed and embarrassed but something was causing his cock to rise. He stood there leaning against the wall, chin on chest watching while Barb pulled on his cock. He was fully hard again in a few seconds. His thick piece now pointing sharply up towards the ceiling. 

"Looks like you like this," Barb said smiling. 

"No. Just a natural response to touch. Stop, hah, ho..." Daniel said his voice breathy from the stimulation. 

"Right," Barb replied. 

Barb bent down towards Daniel's rock hard dick. 

"Fuck, she's not going to suck my cock?!?" Daniel thought to himself. 

Barb spit a mouthful of saliva on Daniel's cock and began stroking it faster. Daniel again thought of trying to resist. Again he had no control as he could feel the pressure building deep inside, between his balls and the base of his dick. 

Barb kept stroking Daniel's cock with her right hand while she raised her left to the green glowing keypad on the wall. 

"beep," the keypad responded as she pressed the six. 

"Wha?" Daniel tried to speak but another shudder of pleasure stopped him. 

"beep, beep," Barb pressed the six twice in rapid succession. 

Daniel couldn't hold it any longer, trying to fight if off seemed to making the coming orgasm more intense. 

"Shit, fuck, no, stop!" Daniel screamed. 

"beep," Barb pressed the nine and the alarm began to beep in a steady rhythm of beeps as the alarm gave them thirty seconds to get out the door. 

Barb pulled the door open and began pushing Daniel sideways out the door onto the step outside the door. 

Daniel could hold off no longer, just as he was stumbling sideways he started cumming. Again incredibly intense spasms shook his entire body as more gobs of cum shot out of his cock. He stood there outside under the porch light while three more spurts of cum shot out of his dick. He thought for a second about how he had ejaculated so much cum despite busting a nut an hour earlier. 

Barb pulled the door closed and with a large rattling of keys locked the kitchen entrance. 

Daniel stood in the warm night air completely nude, sweating, spent a long string of cum hanging off the end of his cock. 

Barb took his backpack off her shoulder and threw it to the ground beside the back steps. 

"Good night!" She said. 

With that Barb walked across the parking lot and through the narrow gap in the trees and into the backyard of her cottage, her walk home had lasted around fifteen seconds. 

Daniel hunched and began furiously untying his pack, pulling out his cargo shorts and pulling them on. 

Barb, already in the back door of her A-frame, checked the tablet on her kitchen counter, she could see that, according to the beacon on the Gtrax map, Daniel was still in the parking lot beyond her row of trees. "This is going to be one helluva summer," she thought to herself.



Daniel's New Boss Ch. 03



Daniel pulled on his cargo shorts watching Barb disappear through the trees at the back of the parking lot. The light overhead gave everything a yellow-orange tint. 

He buttoned his shorts and grabbed the zipper pull. His still rock hard cock stuck straight out of his fly. He had to tuck his bone into the shorts and pull the zipper up taking care not to catch anything. His shorts tented out until he tucked his shaft behind the waistband which held it up and out of the way. He found his flip flops but no shirt, both t-shirt and his serving shirt were missing. He searched through his bag again but nothing. Daniel did not like people to see his body even though he had a fine looking physique, lean muscles, six pack abs.

He had no choice, he would be forced to walk home wearing only his cargo shorts which rode extremely low without underwear. His bush was completely exposed over the front of the shorts. Without a t-shirt to hide the top of the shorts his cock arrangement would not work as it poked far above the top of the shorts. Instead he had to angle his hard cock over to the right so that his cock-head was not visible. 

Daniel quickly ran his hand over his chest and abs to check for any more wet cum spots. Everything had dried.

He started to walk out of the parking lot and onto the paved bike path which gave him a tree lined, relatively private, although brightly lit route home to his parents place. He felt embarrassed being forced to walk home like this, cum covered, commando. It felt strange to feel the air on his balls as he walked. 

"What the fuck?" Daniel asked as he began to go over the night's events. 

"Did all that shit happen or was it a fucking dream? That dumb fucking bitch," he thought to himself. 

He hadn't made it fifty feet up the path when he heard, "Daniel?" someone was calling his name from a bench along the path.

Steve Lamonde was a long-time friend of his parents and a frequent guest for dinners and socials. He had seen Daniel grow up. Daniel long suspected that Mr. Lamonde was gay, never married and no date ever accompanied him to any of the get-togethers over the years. 

"Fuck," Daniel thought, "What the fuck is he doing out at 3 AM just sitting on a bench along the motherfucking path? Maybe I can walk by and pretend not to notice." 

"Hi Daniel!" Mr. Lamonde said recognizing him. 

"Hi," Daniel said walking briskly.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Mr. Lamonde said as Daniel was about to pass. 

Daniel had no choice, he would have to stop and talk to Mr. Lamonde. "Sure," he said and stopped under the streetlight. He faced Mr. Lamonde squarely as the older gentleman remained seated on the bench.

"Why is it so bright here?" Daniel thought to himself. 

"I still need someone to do that painting around the place," Steve Lamonde said, his eyes roaming across the young man's chest, arms and abs. He paused when he saw Daniel's pubes over the front of his shorts. 

"Oh right," Daniel said. Daniel could see Mr. Lamonde staring straight at his bush, he could feel his face flush. 

"You are still planning to do it, right?" Mr. Lamonde asked, not hiding the fact that his eyes were drinking in Daniel's body while he was standing there. 

"Definitely," Daniel said. Making another grand was worth putting up with Mr. Lamonde. 

Daniel shifted uneasily crossing his arms across his chest to cover up. He lowered a hand to hide his bush but then changed his mind bringing his arm back up, this just drew more attention to his exposed pubic zone. 

Daniel could finally feel his erection subsiding, he felt relieved, thinking this would make things easier. He was about to learn that a semi erect cock can be even harder to hide than a fully hard one. As his dick grew shorter it slipped from its moorings under the waist band and flopped forward against the front of his cargos in a sudden bulge right at Mr Lamonde's eye level. There was nothing he could do, he stood there dying to get away. 

"Okay, great, I am still deciding on the paint it will be latex... uhhhh," Mr. Lamonde was shocked by the sudden bulge in the front of Daniel's shorts. He stared at the fabric as it strained forward, he could clearly see the young man's meat through the fabric, the lines, the head of his penis, everything. What was happening with this young man he had always known to be so modest? Whatever it was he liked it. 

"Sounds good," Daniel said abruptly. 

"Okay... we will talk soon," Mr. Lamonde said slowly as Daniel turned and began to walk away. He stared after the young man, enjoying the view of his muscular toned back almost as much as the front. "Wow those shorts are low, I can see the top of his ass crack, dang what a treat to finally see Daniel reveal some skin." 

Daniel wished he could die he felt so embarrassed after talking to Mr. Lamonde. As he walked up the path he felt violated, exposed and somehow reduced, like part of himself had been striped away. He was nearing his street. 

He walked up the driveway sandwiched between his parent's house and the Montgomery's next door.

The only thing that could have made this night worse would be if Mickey Mongomery, the eighteen year old neighbor kid saw him in this state. 

Mickey's bedroom window faced Daniel's and was barely twenty feet away. Daniel had caught Mickey spying on him when he came into his room after showering. Daniel closed his curtains that second and has kept them pulled ever since. Daniel was so upset that the little pervert was trying to check him out that he went and spoke to Harry Montgomery, Mickey's dad, right after it happened. Mickey had to apologize to Daniel in front of Harry and June, his parents. It was so hilarious to see the kid almost bawling as he said sorry. "Looked so good on the little perv," Daniel thought at the time. 

Mickey seeing him like this would be the ultimate embarrassment, luckily it was three am and everything was dark. 

Daniel quickly unlocked the door and went into his parent's summer home.

Once inside he headed straight to the shower and washed off all dried cum and sweat. He put on fresh boxers and climbed into his bed. He laid there staring at the wall, in shock with what had just happened to him. He still couldn't believe what Barb had done. He cringed and shuddered thinking of Mr. Lamonde staring at his bush and seeing his semi hard cock tent his shorts. He really did feel like dying. Eventually he drifted off to sleep. 

***

Daniel woke up in his dark bedroom his hand went where it always goes when he opens his eyes, straight to his crotch where he grabbed his rock hard bone around the base. This morning was different though, he was instantly reminded of what had happened the night before. Barb threatening to fire him and then forcing him to strip, cutting off his boxers, making him stroke his cock in front of her and then forcing him to cum even though he tried to fight it off. He immediately dropped his cock as the embarrassment he suffered in front of Mr. Lamonde replayed in his mind. 

He reached over to the shelf beside his bed and grabbed his cell, eleven-o-eight am it read. He threw off the comforter and climbed out of bed. He was alone in the house his parents used to live in for months at a time. Now they were barely up here 3 weekends all summer. Daniel headed downstairs. 

Several blocks away Barb Cook was staring at the screen on her tablet. According to Gtrax Daniel was still at home. She thought of the night before and how incredible it had turned out. She had planned to fire Daniel but made the split decision to make him her bitch instead. She was very happy with her decision so far and was still allowing the twenty year old a long leash. 

Daniel was spreading peanut butter across a toasted slice of twelve grain when his phone chirped. He had a text. 

"Good morning," the text read. 

"Who is this?" Daniel typed back. 

"Ms. Bossy," came the reply. 

"You have wrong #," Daniel sent. 

"I don't think so Daniel. What is your Skype?" the person on the other end texted. 

Daniel's heart sank as his suspicion was confirmed, it was Barb, he wished he'd never replied. 

"DanielW123," he sent back his Skype handle. 

"Sign in to Skype, strip off all clothes and answer my video call. You have 5 mins," Barb said back. 

"Shit," Daniel said out loud as he bounded up the stairs.

He got to the desk in his room flipped open his laptop and powered it up. He stripped off his boxers and threw them onto the floor as the computer booted up. A minute later he was signing into his Skype account. 

He didn't understand what just happened, when Barb told him to get nude and sit in front of his webcam he had done it without complaining or telling her off. "Fuck, is this how it is now? I just jump when she says?" Daniel asked himself.

He sat in his dark room staring blankly at the wall of curtains in front of him. He fingered a couple of paper clips lying on the glass topped table he used as a desk. He saw MsBossy come online with a green light beside her handle. He started to sweat, he could feel the sudden perspiration across his back and the back of his neck. 

The movie camera icon popped across the screen with an eruption of tones filling the air. The bar across the bottom of the icon asking him if he will accept the video call: Yes or No? He stared for a second longer then reluctantly touched "Yes". Immediately a grainy box with Barb's face appeared on his screen with his own streaming video in the lower corner. He noticed how dark his picture looked, it could have been the middle of the night based on that image. His face and body glowing blue white from the laptop screen light. 

"Where are you, in a cave?" laughed Barb. 

"No, just my room," Daniel answered. 

"Don't you have a window?" Barb asked. 

"No," Daniel lied. 

"Ha, ha, prove it bitch," Barb said. 

"How?" Daniel asked. 

"Pick up your laptop and show me all four walls of your room and if you're not telling me the truth-" Barb went on in her very serious tone. 

"Okay, there's one window," Daniel admitted sounding like it was not important. 

"Well open your curtains, it's too dark," Barb ordered. 

"I can't really open them, I'm sitting right in front of a floor to ceiling window and someone might see me," Daniel said, thinking of his pervert neighbor, eighteen year old Mickey Montgomery.

"Well then move but get your curtains or blinds open!" Barb said, sounding impatient. 

Daniel sighed heavily, "Okay," he said. 

Daniel knew he had to be careful with Mickey's window facing his. Mickey usually sat at a desk at his window and Daniel knew that chances are Mickey'd be sitting there ready to gawk at anything he could. 

Barb watched her screen as Daniel got his curtains open and repositioned himself. Daniel stood up and leaned over his desk to peek out between the curtains. 

Barb watched her screen as Daniel's face disappeared up out view followed by his chest. She stared at the screen showing Daniel's lower abs and his beautiful cock. It was so perfectly proportioned she thought to herself, thick and long enough with a nice veiny texture. It hung right in front of the screen and she could feel her pussy getting wet when Daniel's cock actually moved closer to the camera. It looked like he was leaning over his desk figuring out the curtains. 

Daniel didn't pay attention to anything but getting the curtains opened and staying hidden from prying eyes. He looked out the narrow slit between the curtains and sure enough there was Mickey sitting right in his window, looking down at his desk. 

Barb didn't mind this at all, a close up of Daniel's cock shaking and bobbing around right in front of the camera while he worked on the curtain situation was fine with her. 

Daniel stayed behind the left hand curtain and pushed the one on the right open as far as it would go only exposing his arm. He snuck a peak past the remaining drape and saw Mickey staring straight ahead into his window. "Too bad faggot," Daniel thought, he had to chuckle to himself about the little perv not getting an eyeful. He then pulled the left curtain as far as it would go to the left, staying hidden from view. 

He moved his laptop to the end of the desk and put his chair facing the side of the glass table out of view of the now wide open window. 

Barb was still enjoying the view with Daniel's junk right in front of the camera all this time. She saw him rotate the laptop and sit down having gotten everything in place. 

"Much better," Barb said of the brighter room. 

"K," Daniel said. 

"Just felt like a show, I know you don't mind, that's why you're such an all star employee," Barb said grinning. 

"You've seen me naked, isn't that enough?" Daniel asked. 

"I'll decide what is enough, understand?" Barb snapped. 

"Yeah," Daniel said sighing again. 

"Watch the attitude or the deal is off," Barb warned. 

"Sorry," Daniel said shifting into an upright position, pushing the laptop screen back to keep his face in the frame. 

"You are going to have to get into a better position, I need to see all of you in that chair," Barb stated matter of factly. 

"Okay," Daniel replied. 

"Enough with the 'Okay', from now on you answer 'yes boss', understand?" Barb stated in a harsh tone. 

"Yes boss," Daniel said, he felt the leash tighten as he submitted to Barb's latest demand. He wanted to spit, swear, gnash his teeth he felt so frustrated. Frustrated and embarrassed, ashamed having to sit there nude in front of someone who should never see him naked. He pushed his chair back from the edge of the desk and adjusted the camera. Barb now had a full view of him. 

"Good job bitch. Pinch your nipple with your left hand," Barb ordered. 

Daniel had incredibly sensitive nipples and felt like this private information was also about to be exposed. 

He started to move his hand when Barb yelled, "you didn't say yes boss!" 

"Yes boss, sorry boss, yes boss," Daniel said moving his hand to his nipple. He started to pinch and pull on his nipples, they both hardened quickly. 

"Wow, responsive tits bitch!" Barb said. "Hold your cock in your hand. Yeah, like that, oh good job bitch." 

Daniel reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock and held it while he played with his nipples with the other hand. He licked his fingers and spread the saliva around the areola. He let out a long shuddering breath as he felt the first sparks of pleasure. He wished it wasn't happening but he couldn't do anything about it. His cock started to surge and swell in his hand.

"Yeah, start to stroke your cock bitch," Barb said gently as she put her fingers inside her pussy. "Stroke it harder, harder, harder. oh fuck!" 

Daniel stroked his cock harder and harder, his balls began to bounce with every stroke of his super hard dick. 

"Stop!" Barb yelled. 

Daniel stopped stroking his cock and sat there glistening in sweat, slouched low in the chair with his balls front and center in the camera lens, topped by his veiny hard tool. A clear trail of precum left his piss slit and trickled down the underside of his cock like a droplet down a bottle in a beer commercial. He waited holding his cock at its base. 

"Lift up your legs," Barb ordered gently. 

Daniel lifted his legs off of the floor laying with his back on the seat of the chair, his legs out in front of him hovering with the soles of his feet toward the camera. 

"Pull your knees up to your chest, good, now open your legs, yeah, good bitch," Barb instructed the twenty year old. 

Daniel was on his back with his legs pulled up as far as they would go knees on either side of his torso splaying his legs open. When he looked at the small box in the corner of the screen showing the picture he was broadcasting he felt a new embarrassment wash over him. Right in the middle of the screen was his asshole, a wrinkly star wreathed with a circle of brown hair. "Fuck, I hate this bitch," he thought to himself. 

"Stroke slowly," Barb said, "now put your finger in your mouth, good little bitch." 

Daniel sucked on his index finger as instructed.

"Get your finger really wet," Barb instructed. 

"Now take your finger and push it into your asshole, push it all the way in and keep stroking-"

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Daniel said looking at the laptop with a shocked and scared expression.

"You really throwing everything away over this?" Barb asked him. "Wow you're not very smart bitch"

"I don't want to," Daniel said. "I can do something else," he tried to bargain.

"Only one of us makes the decisions, bitch!" Barb said raising her voice. 

Daniel stared at the laptop, he felt so ridiculous, exposing everything on this webcam. He could still see the broadcast image of himself with his butthole front and center. He thought for a second, he did not want to do what Barb was telling him to do, but he couldn't argue with her or he would lose his job. 

His eyes lowered. "Yes boss," he said. He placed his finger on his rectum and began to push it inside. After just a bit of finding his way in his whole finger slid inside as he jacked his cock. 

"Slide your finger in and out of your hole while you jack," Barb said enraptured. 

He did as she said without looking up, sliding his finger in and out of his ass was causing such intense feelings in his cock, his perineum and even his balls he found it shocking. 

"Oh, my god. Fuck, shit holy fuck, FUCK, AHHHHHHHHHH!" Daniel cummed shooting a string of cum straight up so high he lost track of it as his eyes went out of focus and his legs shot forward uncontrollably kicking his desk. It felt like every hair follicle on his body had suddenly stood at attention. He collapsed limp hanging onto the floor, panting heavy breaths, dripping glossy circles of sweat onto the leather chair. 

"What a good little bitch," Barb said. "Forgot to mention that I have recorded this little show Daniel, but I know you don't mind." 

With that, blip. she was gone as the video call ended. 

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Daniel screamed.



Daniel's New Boss Ch. 04



Daniel lay there panting heavy shuddering breaths, soaked in sweat from Barb's harassing webcam session. Most of his body was in front of his chair, his butt and legs beyond the seat, his knees bent at ninety degrees, feet flat on the floor. Only his back lay on the seat, his shoulders rounded up against the back of the chair.

"What's happening?" Daniel asked himself. "Why is she picking on me? Is this workplace bullying? Can I take action through some labor board or something?" all of these questions swam around in his head.

He sat like this slouched low in his chair staring at the side of his desk, eyes unfocused thoughts turning. His cock returned to its normal state and began to hang straight down between his muscular thighs. Daniel thought it over and over and decided his only course of action was to cooperate with Barb, make his money and head back to university in the fall. Trying to fight a workplace bullying would end his employment at the Arms and he wasn't going to make twenty thousand dollars working at Gil's, Huron Beach's only gas station. The pain in his upper back from his current posture brought him back from his thoughts.

Normally Daniel wore clothes around the house, even when alone. The call from Barb had thrown him off and he got up, grabbed his phone and walked, naked, out of his room his lean toned body catching the light that flashed through the large cottage's upper windows. His butt, part of a stark white horizontal stripe that began just above his ass crack and ended a few inches below his round bubble butt, dripped with sweat. His back and legs, light butterscotch from the sun's rays showed the lean long muscular structure underneath his smooth skin.

Daniel stopped in the kitchen and grabbed the pitcher of protein shake he had made the day before and poured himself a large glassful. He quickly drained the glass and put it into the dishwasher. Breakfast was out of the way. Grabbing his water bottle he headed to the basement doorway and bounced down the stairs to his workout area. Noticing he was nude for the first time he decided to do the workout anyway. "At least I won't have to wash the clothes," he laughed to himself.

Twenty minutes later Daniel was finishing up his last set of ab crunches after several sets of weight training targeting his arms and shoulders. Forty eight, forty nine, "dong-dong-dong," his counting was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone knocking on the glass sliding door in the kitchen. "Shit," Daniel thought. "The one time I am working out naked someone comes to the door." He decided to ignore the knock. It was the side door though which told him that whoever it was it wasn't a stranger. A salesperson or canvasser would naturally go to the cottage's front door. "Probably Harry with more vegetables from his garden," Daniel surmised, "he'll just leave them." 

"Dong-dong-dong," another knock came.

Daniel couldn't sneak upstairs without being seen by whoever was standing at the sliding glass door. "I have to close those fucking blinds," he thought to himself.

Steve Lamonde was standing at the kitchen door on the side of the large cottage belonging to his long time friends. He knew the couple was not in town, they hardly came up here at all anymore. Mr. Lamonde knew their son Daniel was there though and wanted to set a firm time for Daniel to come over and see the painting and general clean up job Mr. Lamonde wanted him to do. 

Steve had been over many times and knew that the front door of the cottage was rarely used and the main door was the sliding glass door on the large deck attached to the side of the house, the door that led directly to the kitchen. No one was answering. He was sure Daniel was here somewhere though; he probably couldn't hear the knock. 

He began to call, "Dan-iel?"

"Shit that's Lamonde," thought Daniel. He decided to stay safely in the basement until the old man went away. Daniel stood there shining wet with sweat, small wisps of steam rose off his arms and shoulders in basement air. He flexed his arms and looked in the mirror.

Mr. Lamonde stepped back and looked for any sign of a reply in the upper windows of the cottage. Nothing, no curtain moved or waving hands appeared. "Maybe he's sleeping still?" he wondered. "Maybe in the basement?" he realized in a flash recalling a time he tracked down Daniel's father Peter working in the basement. "I'll check the basement window," he decided. Steve walked down the four steps leading off the deck and into the hedged in backyard. 

Daniel stood there facing the mirror, flexing, running his hand over his washboard abs, feeling the hardness of the muscles. Suddenly a shadow in the window appeared behind him, he could see the basement window directly behind him in the mirror he was facing. It happened so quickly a couple of sandals and then Mr. Lamonde's face appeared from above.

"Daniel?" The old man froze. He was staring at the most beautiful ass he had ever seen a wash of white between the butterscotch back and legs. It was round and looked firm and strong. It was Daniel!

Daniel saw Steve Lamonde's face appear in the window and panicked. He spun around and grabbed the small hand towel hanging on the barbells and covered his groin like a loin cloth. Standing there all he could manage to say was, "hi."

"Oh..uh.. sorry Daniel, I apologize, I shouldn't be sneaking around looking in windows. I was just sure you were here and," Lamonde caught himself still staring through the window and quickly raised his head so he could no longer see in the window to protect the twenty year-old's privacy, "I was pretty sure you were here," he continued speaking loudly and stiffly as he stared at the siding. "I was just trying to nail down a time for you to come by and check things out at my place for the work you will be doing."

"Uh, yeah. No problem, sure I can drop by around three. Sound good?" Daniel said sounding overly reassuring.

"Perfect." said Lalonde. "See you then and, sorry again."

"No apology necessary Mr. Lalonde," Daniel called, his face a beet red.

Steve Lalonde walked onto the bike path that served as a major pedestrian artery in Huron Beach thinking about the images he has seen of Daniel in the past 24 hours. That perfectly sculpted torso, the trimmed bush, his arms and legs and now his absolutely stunning ass. The best ass he has ever seen. "What has happened to Daniel?" he wondered. He was a boy who Steve had not even seen shirtless in all the years he has know his family. Steve tried to burn the images into his memory assuming that he would only see these things once.

Daniel stood there holding the rag over his privates, face as red as is possible. "What the hell?" he thought to himself. It was not unusual for Mr. Lamonde to come to a basement window or call in a window, he is close to Daniel's parents, very familiar. It was just incredible coincidence that Daniel was finishing the only nude workout he has ever done when Mr. Lamonde dropped by.

Daniel marched up the basement stairs shaking his head all the way to the second floor bathroom where he jumped in the shower and quickly washed his body. While in the shower he heard the chirp of his cell phone. "Probably Tim wanting to hang," Daniel thought. Tim was a good friend and Daniel had told him he was not working at the Arms tonight.

Daniel dried off and stood in the bathroom, his shoulders rounded, head lowered, pelvis forward as he leaned against the sink, his meaty cock hanging out in front as he held his phone in front of his face. He hit the speech bubble icon and the latest text message opened on the screen.

"Come to Arms 14:30 today," sender: Ms. Bossy

"Shit, I'm off today," Daniel thought. He typed, "Not in today" and hit reply. He waited several minutes, no reply. "Will come tomorrow," Daniel typed into the phone and hit reply. After thirty minutes he had still not heard from Barb. He called the pub and after the third attempt someone finally answered.

"Scorpion." came the surfer dude sounding greeting.

"Hey Jamie, It's Daniel. Can I talk to Barb?"

"Not in bro, you want me to get her to call you?"

"Sure," said Daniel, frustrated.

"Later," the line went dead.

Daniel didn't know what to do. He called Barb's cell five times between twelve and two pm, without any answer or text. If he went to the Arms for two-thirty he would have to cancel on Rebecca, a girl he met at work a couple days ago, who he was supposed to meet at two, for what he hoped would be a quick screw. Now he was already going to Lamonde's for three this afternoon. 

Rebecca would have to wait. He hoped he wouldn't lose the chance to bang her. He would drop by the Arms at two-thirty and if he moved quickly he could still make it to Lamonde's house for three PM, depending on how long Barb keeps him. Rebecca didn't seem to mind when Daniel texted her with his change of plans.

Daniel walked into the Arms through the half full dining room and to the bar where a couple of 'year rounders'(people who live in Huron Beach all year), "Daniel! Danny-Boy!" they bellowed playfully.

"Hey guys," Daniel replied cheerfully. Catching Jamie as he picked up a heavy tray of pints and a pitcher of lager, he asked, "Barb here?"

"Yep, downstairs." Jamie said, back to Daniel, walking away. 

Daniel, headed over to the stairwell in the middle of the room and walked down the stairs legs wide to keep the flip flops from launching themselves off his feet. He walked halfway down the hall and stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw in front of him. 

It was his worm of a neighbor the pervert 18 year old Mickey Montgomery. "What the hell was he doing here talking to Barb?"

"See ya," Mickey called to Barb as he walked out of the room and into the hallway. "Oh, hey Daniel!" Mickey said in a cheerful best buddy tone.

"Hey," Daniel croaked through a dry throat as they passed each other. He approached Barb's door. "Hey, you wanted to see me?" he said to his boss.

"Come in," Barb said. "Close the door," she added.

Daniel turned and pushed the door closed.

"Lock it," Barb ordered.

Daniel turned the deadbolt and it clicked into place and turned to face Barb. He stood there waiting to hear why Barb had called him in.

Barb stared at his ancient grey, sheer, worn t-shirt, his tan, torn, paint splattered cargo shorts with matching holes on the front of each leg showing the bottom of the white pockets and plaid boxer shorts underneath and his flip flops. "Hands on your head," she said.

Daniel laced his fingers together on the crown of his head and stood avoiding eye contact with his boss.

Barb wheeled her chair towards him and stopped right in front of him. She stuck her hand under his shirt and pushed it all the way up his chest. His washboard abs defined in shadows cast by the harsh office light. She ran her hand over his chest and abs. "This is a nice shirt, really old."

She noticed a couple of small holes near the bottom seam of the shirt. She stuck her fingers in the hole and pulled, the old worn fabric tore away easily. She kept pulling until she had torn a two inch wide ring off the bottom of Daniel's Shirt. She dropped the ring and it floated to the floor onto Daniel's feet. 

"Pick it up," She said. "Hand it to me."

Daniel did as told handing her the flimsy ring of cloth. She opened her lower desk drawer and dropped the piece of t-shirt inside.

"Hands back on your head," Barb said impatiently. 

Daniel placed his hands back where they were laced across his head. The new shorter length of his t-shirt rose above his belly button revealing the lowest part of his abdomen, his boxer shorts next to his skin and his cargo shorts waist band tied in place with a draw string.

Barb reached forward and grabbed the draw string. She pulled and the tie came undone, he could feel the cargos fall very slightly. She kept pulling, she pulled one end of the string until the entire string was removed from the waist of his cargos. 

Daniel sighed, "What now?" he thought.

Barb dropped the drawstring in her drawer slammed it shut and turned back to face Daniel. She undid his button and lowered the zipper in the front of the shorts letting them slide off his hips slowly and fall in a crumpled pile around his feet. 

"Ah ha, a new pair!" she said grabbing the scissors off her desk.

"You're taking these boxers too?" Daniel asked.

"I am taking all of your underwear, you are not to wear underwear until further notice, do you understand?" She said in her intimidating tone.

"Yes," Daniel hissed through clenched teeth. 

"Yes what?" Barb snapped loudly.

"Yes boss," Daniel answered eyes on the ceiling, he could feel the anger and pressure building behind his eyes.

"I wouldn't break any rules if I were you either. I can find out if you are wearing underwear at any time. Do you understand?"

Although Daniel was not completely sure how Barb would find out if he was wearing underwear when he was not at the Arms, he did not want to challenge her or ask for clarification. "Yes boss," he answered, restraining his anger.

Barbara as before took the scissors and cut Daniel's boxers up the side of his right leg, cutting the waist band and grabbing them before they fell. She quickly cut the other leg and waistband, took the plaid cotton and dropped it in her lower drawer with the rest of her collection. She sat staring at Daniel's cock right in front of her face.

Daniel could feel his cock swell slightly and tried to think of things to fight off the boner, "funerals, paper cuts, Dad."

Barbara reached forward and took Daniel's thick cock in her hand. She played with it in her hand wagging it back and forth until it hardened slightly. Then she began to stroke it. She stroked until it stood, stiff pointing at the ceiling. She looked up at his chin, biting her lip, her eyes roamed over his entire body down his toned, tanned, lightly haired thighs and calves and those perfect feet. She did not like the color on his butt and hips though, she preferred the butterscotch tone.

Daniel breathed deeply and the noise of his deep hissing breath filled the small office. "Whoah, haaa, mmmm, ya, mmmm," came out of his mouth, despite his struggle to fight the feelings of pleasure.

Barbara released his cock and said, "Okay, get out of here. It's your day off."

Daniel quickly grabbed his cargoes and pulled them up, zipping and buttoning them. He had to hold them gathered at the side until his cock went down, or it would stick up past his much looser waist band. He left the office in a swoop and saw that he had ten minutes to make it to Mr. Lamonde's.

He raced through the dining room making eye contact with no one and across the patio, through the back lot and trees onto the paved bicycle path. He walked quickly his hard cock growing softer with every step. It tented his shorts briefly and then began to hang down, swaying and bouncing more naturally. He finally could let go of his waist band. Immediately he noticed his shorts rode very low on his hips again revealing the top of his bush. His shortened shirt barely covered his belly button. 

He walked along quickly, not wanting to be late. The butterscotch washboard abs blending into the white pubic zone there for all to see, his Adonis lines exposed by the low riding shorts and shortened T. Anyone standing behind Daniel could see the tan line across the top of his butt and the top inch of his crack, with soft auburn hair protruding. 

You could clearly see the outline of his penis hanging to his right, directly under the worn canvas. And not more than two inches from the tip of Daniel's cock, his thighs through the two inch tall by four inch wide holes in the front of each leg of the shorts. Worn and torn by time, the holes each showed the bottom of the pockets inside and some of Daniel's muscular thigh. 

He walked up Steve Lamonde's driveway, a fresh layer of sweat plastered his shirt to his body.