Luke arrived at the top floor of the high-rise Frank Goodwin's office was located. The place looked quite expensive. His friends were right, this was a huge company. The receptionist, a rather dashing-looking man in his thirties, told Luke to head inside as Mr. Goodwin had been expecting him, and so he did.

"Good evening Mr. Goodwin! Thank you so much for meeting with me. It's a huge honor."

"Good evening to you too. Please, have a seat. I have a very busy schedule so you'll understand if I get straight to the point. I've looked into you, Luke. Your career had an almost unprecedented, meteoric rise. Granted, you are an exquisite thing, and your campaign shows you have the talent to back up those looks, one does not normally go from practically nothing to the top of the field without a little help."

"Yeah, it's been quite a rollercoaster ride. Things have really worked out for me, I suppose."

"I also saw that your initial portfolio and all your earliest professional work was shot by Richard Miller. Brilliant photographer that man."

"Yes, he's truly gifted. I met him at an event and he was kind enough to help me out at the beginning and mentor me. He really opened a lot of doors for me."

"It's a shame what happened to him. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with it, would you?"

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not sure I follow."

"Well, from what I hear, the 9-1-1 call was made by a strapping young man who was with Richard at the time of his heart attack, and that Richard was naked on the bed when the paramedics arrived. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together, Luke. I know he was fucking you in exchange for help in jumpstarting your career. He was probably fucking you too at the time of his heart attack. I would go so far as to say you were riding his meat when it happened, otherwise, you would have been trapped under him, given his size," Frank explained, followed by a villainous laugh.

Luke couldn't muster any words. He always struggled to deal with the shame he felt over his arrangement with Richard. He couldn't even muster the confidence to have sex with other people while it was going on. It being a secret, or at the very least something that wasn't talked about by people, always helped him cope. However, Frank speaking about it so openly now petrified him.

"To fuck someone into having a heart attack is very impressive, Luke. It gives me high hopes for you," Frank said, staring the stud straight in the eyes.

Luke shuddered. They were so silent that Luke's gulp was audible to Richard.

"You understand what I am proposing, yes?"

Luke nodded.

"Good. But before you accept, there are some things we must discuss. I don't know what your arrangement with Miller was, but if you are to be with me, you cannot be with anyone else. You belong to me. Second, you must be available to me anytime I call for you. I am not unreasonable and will not call for you when circumstances are not fitting, but when I do, you must come and give yourself to me. Lastly, when you give yourself to me, you must give yourself fully."

Luke had hoped his friends were wrong about Frank and that the rumors about him were just that, rumors. But standing in front of him, hearing him speak to casually about these things, it looked more and more plausible that the rumors were true.

It was at this point that Frank stood up and undressed completely, fully exposing himself to Luke. It was an atrocious site. He was old, at least seventy-five, but probably closer to eighty, and it more than showed. He was bald on top, with wisps of white hair crawling down the sides of his head.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but this man was straight-up hideous in the face. His features made him look like a mix between an ogre and the crypt keeper. And this was just his face! His body was humongous. Richard Miller would not look as obese standing next to this man. He had an endless amount of rolls and flabs that were both wrinkly and covered with gray hair.

If Luke had to describe his body in one word, the word would be "walrus." His belly hung so far over his waist that Luke wasn't sure if he saw a penis down there. Looking at the full picture, in addition to the knowledge that he might have sexually harassed people before, Frank was the single most hideous and atrocious person Luke had ever seen. He was sure the disgust showed on his face because Frank suddenly smirked.

"Can you handle it? Do we have a deal?" Frank asked.

Luke wanted to run. He wanted to run and never look back, but then things were never that easy.

Frank gestured towards his desk. "That's your pay. Should book this role."

Luke glanced over and saw a check with his name on it and with an astoundingly high amount.

"Don't underestimate my desire for you, Luke. I have full control of who is cast in our company's productions. I guarantee it will be worth your while should you agree to this arrangement."

This was too big of an opportunity for Luke to turn down. Quite literally a once in a lifetime opportunity. How bad could it be? He learned to cope with being Richard's fuck toy. As much as he would never admit it, towards the end, he even began to revel in being used by the man. This should be no different.

That was a lie, it was totally different. For as repulsive as Richard was, Frank looked ten times worse.

Richard also wasn't that bad of a guy. Yes, he used his position to take advantage of younger guys, but when they were together, he was always rather pleasant. Frank, on the other hand, having just known him for a few minutes, already seemed like a sleazy pervert. But the rewards he would reap from Frank would also be tenfold.

That was it, he decided. A few stiff drinks and the lights turned off would make it tolerable.

He met Frank's eyes, finally giving his answer. "Yes, I can handle it. I accept your offer."

"Excellent! But one last thing. I didn't get to where I am without being a good businessman, and any good businessman tries the product before investing in it," said Frank with a ghoulish grin on his face. "Get over here."

"Now?!" Luke retorted. He knew he would have to give the man sex, duh. That was what this was all about. However, he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"I would really prefer if we could do it somewhere more private. Perhaps your place of residence?"

"Have you forgotten the stipulations of our arrangement? You come when I call you, and you give yourself to me fully. Understand that this is a taste test. Should you fail to completely satisfy me, the deal is off. No second chances."

Luke reluctantly walked over until he was right in front of Frank, who was a bit taller than he was. He actually couldn't even get face-to-face because the old man's huge gut was in the way. Frank grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and pulled on it, tilting Luke's face to be pointing upwards toward his own.

"Open your mouth, boy."

Luke did as he was told and was suddenly met with a giant glob of saliva as Frank spat directly into his mouth. Luke was caught totally off guard. No one had ever spit on him before, let alone into his mouth. Before he could even give a proper reaction, Frank covered Luke's lips with his own. His tongue was unlike any Luke had felt before. It was gigantic, extra long, and very slimy. The tongue didn't just enter his mouth; it invaded it.

Frank swirled his tongue all around his mouth, not leaving any spot untouched, then suddenly sent another glob of spit in there. They were mid-kiss when he did this so the spit dribbled into Luke's throat, causing him to gag and break the kiss.

Frank spat on his face again and then turned him around. Frank proceeded to unbuckle Luke's belt and pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his perfectly sculpted ass. Spreading his cheeks, Frank started licking the beautiful hole up and down until it was wet with his spit.

Mere seconds into this, he drove his tongue into Luke's perfect little hole, making him gasp. Luke had never had his ass licked before, let alone gotten tongue fucked, but here he was now, getting hard as Frank's tongue darted in and out of his ass.

This lasted only minutes. Frank stood up and ordered Luke to bend over. Luke knew what was coming. Again, this was another shocking moment for him as he had never gotten to an ass fuck this quickly before. Richard Miller had fucked him more times than he could count, but it had always been after lots of foreplay. Richard loved to savor his body and take his time before dicking him down.

"Wait, I'm not yet ready," Luke whimpered.

"I don't have all night, boy. I have a meeting in a few minutes that I can't miss. That's why I'm only tasting you."

With that, Luke felt Frank plop his gigantic belly onto his back to give way for his dick. it's weight pressing down on him. It was only now he realized he had not seen Frank's dick yet as it had been hidden under all those flabs. Boy was he in for a shock.

Richard had a fat dick, so Luke knew how to handle getting fucked, but he was not prepared for Frank. A bulbous dick head pressed on his hole, larger even than Richard's. Without a moment's warning, Frank shoved it all the way in. His dick was just as fat as Richard's, but it was longer. Richard capped at around 6 1/2" fully erect, from head to hilt, but Frank was easily 7 1/2" or 8". Luke could not stifle his scream. Pain surged through his hole and channel as Frank plunged all the way in.

The old man then pulled it out fully, then plunged it back in quickly, not giving Luke appropriate time to comfortably get used to his girth and length. But while Frank was brutal and inconsiderate, he was also an expert cocksmith. When Frank thrust into the boy's channel, he pressed against his prostate, sending a pulse of bliss that spread throughout Luke's entire body. With each passing thrust, the screams of agony slowly turned into moans of pleasure. The boy was hard and leaking, which pleased Frank greatly.

Taking the boy's arousal as a cue, Frank grabbed both the boy's hands and placed them behind his back, holding them together with one hand. With his other hand, he pushed the boy's face down on the table and held his head and place. Luke, stuck in the walrus' grasp, felt helpless and powerless for the first time in his life.

These thoughts were quickly drowned out by pleasure as Frank suddenly doubled his pace, causing the desk to shake violently with every pump of his cock inside the boy.

Just as the boy's moans were reaching a peak in volume, Frank's phone line buzzed and his personal assistant's voice came through.

"My apologies for disturbing you, Mr. Goodwin, but the production crew has sent over documents that need your signature."

"Can't that wait until after I'm done here?"

"I'm so sorry sir but they are in the middle of filming and their snow machine broke. They need your approval to purchase a new one right now so they can replace it and continue filming. They only have the set for two more days and need to finish the scene ASAP."

"Fine, come on in. I'll sign them."

Luke had been struggling to stifle his moans as Frank spoke to his PA, but this became a non-issue after what he heard because he froze in fear and panic. Frank had told the PA to come. If the PA did, he would walk in and see Luke in this humiliating predicament.

Luke was about to push Frank off, but then he remembered his words, "No second chances."

This was it. He had to make sure that Frank enjoyed himself. Surely it would be worth it.

Luke lay there in silence as Frank continued to plow him, tightening his grip on the boy's arms and head. And then it happened, the assistant came in. To Luke's surprise, Frank did not stop plowing his ass. Instead, he called the PA over.

"Here. Set it on his back and hand me a pen."

Luke's head was held down facing the door. He could not turn away and had to watch as the PA gave him a quick glance, his eyes filled with both pity and disgust, and then walked over to place the contract on his back. It was only then that Frank stopped the pounding. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like forever for Luke, bent over with Frank deep inside him as he signed a contract on his back, while his assistant stood at their side, waiting.

Luke felt his previously hard cock shrink and shrivel up from the embarrassment he was experiencing at that moment.

When it was finally over, the assistant took the contract and headed out, and Frank continued his barrage on Luke's hole. The thrusts came faster and faster, while Frank started to groan louder and louder. He was getting close to his orgasm. Luke could tell this was the case, and made an attempt to push his ass back onto Frank's cock and meet his thrusts. It wasn't because it felt so fucking good. No, that wasn't it. It was so that Frank would get more turned on and finish, and then all this would be over. Yes, that is what he told himself.

Before Frank could finish, though, the phone line buzzed again.

"My sincerest apologies, sir, but your guests are here in the lobby."

"FUCK!" bellowed Frank. "Fine. I'm done here. I'll head out now."

Frank quickly pulled out of Luke and got dressed. Just like that, it was over. Luke was in a state of shock from all that happened and remained bent over on the desk. Frank went to the front side of the desk, grabbed Luke's face with one hand, squeezed his mouth open, and stuck his tongue in, giving him a sloppy farewell kiss.

"I hate to go before finishing, but business comes first. But don't think I'm done with you, boy. Far from it. Be at my house by 1:30 pm tomorrow. My assistant will give you the address."

And then he was gone. Luke, still reeling from the events that just took place, got dressed and wobbled towards the door.

"I have your phone number. I will send you the details of Mr. Goodwin's home in the morning," said the personal assistant as he led Luke to the elevator.

A hot shower in his own bathroom had never felt better. The heat was such that the entire bathroom was thick with steam and his skin had turned cherry red. It was a sad attempt at washing away the ick and shame of what he just did.

He could not believe that actually happened. Frank had brutally used him like an object. And what's worse, his assistant came in and saw Luke getting railed by the Walrus that was his boss. He never imagined that anything that embarrassing would ever happen to him, that something that shameful would. But... if it was such a shameful act, why was his member hard and throbbing as he thought about what transpired?

He tried to push the thoughts out of his head and to calm down so his boner would settle. He achieved neither. All he could think about was how ashamed he was when the PA saw Frank using him, and how this sent blood rushing to his dick. There was only one way to get rid of both the thoughts and the erection, he needed release.

Luke mustered whatever willpower he had left and tried, and failed, to block out the images of earlier as he stroked himself to a huge orgasm, spraying all over the shower walls and floor.

"Fuck...I'm in trouble."

Stay tuned for the next chapter!