Hung and Humiliated

Chapter 1: The New Temptation

John Carver was a predator in a pinstripe suit, a New York lawyer with a shaved head, a dark, neatly trimmed beard, and a smirk that could charm the devil himself. At six-foot-four, he towered over most, his presence as commanding as his reputation. But it wasn’t just his wit or his legal prowess that had the office buzzing. No, it was the sheer, undeniable bulge in his tailored trousers, a jockstrap with a pouch so massive it barely contained the long, thick, fat weight of his cock—even flaccid, it hung heavier than most men hard. His plump, hairless scrotum strained with the heft of his massive balls, a secret poorly kept among the secretaries he’d already conquered. He’d fucked them all, one by one, in the supply closet, over his desk, against the conference room glass. They whispered about him in the break room, giggling over their coffee, calling him 'The Hammer.'

But today, there was fresh meat in the office. Riley, the new intern, a cute femboy with a juicy, phat ass that jiggled just right in his tight slacks. He was all soft curves and sharp cheekbones, with a shy smile that screamed innocence—but John saw the challenge beneath it. Riley was straight, or so he claimed, blushing when John caught him staring in the hallway. But John didn’t care about labels. He wanted to dominate, to claim, to feel that tight, perfect ass clenching around him. Why not? He’d had everything else.

'Hey, kid,' John called out, leaning against the doorframe of his office, his voice a low, dangerous purr. 'Got a minute? Need you to file something for me.'

Riley turned, his hazel eyes wide, a flush creeping up his neck. 'Uh, sure, Mr. Carver. What do you need?'

John grinned, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over the smaller man. 'Call me John. And what I need is for you to stop looking like a deer in headlights and start looking like you belong here. You’ve got a nice ass, Riley. Anyone ever tell you that?'

Riley’s mouth dropped open, but he recovered fast, crossing his arms with a smirk. 'Wow, straight to the point, huh? I’m flattered, John, but I don’t swing that way. And I’m not one of your little conquests.'

John chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. 'Oh, I don’t think you know what you swing until you’ve tried the ride. I’m not asking, sweetheart. I’m telling. You’re gonna bend over my desk by the end of the week, and you’re gonna love every second of it.'

Riley’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t back down, stepping closer, his voice dripping with defiance. 'Big talk for a guy who probably can’t keep up. I’ve heard the rumors, John. All size, no stamina. Bet I’d have you begging before I even touch you.'

The words hit like a slap, but they only made John’s blood run hotter. His cock twitched in its tight confines, already half-hard at the thought of proving this little brat wrong. 'Careful, Riley. Keep running that mouth, and I’ll have to shut it for you. Meet me in my office after hours. Let’s see who’s begging.'

Riley rolled his eyes, but there was a flicker of curiosity, a spark of heat. 'Fine. But don’t cry when I walk out laughing.'

That night, the office was empty, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. John waited, his jockstrap straining as he sat behind his desk, his mind racing with images of Riley’s ass, that perfect curve he wanted to grip and claim. When the door creaked open, Riley stood there, his shirt untucked, his lips curled in a taunt.

'Well, big man,' Riley said, sauntering in, his hips swaying just enough to tease. 'You gonna show me what all the hype’s about, or are we just gonna stare at each other all night?'

John stood, his presence overwhelming as he closed the distance, his hand reaching out to tilt Riley’s chin up. 'Oh, I’m gonna show you, alright. Get ready to scream my name, kid.'

Their lips crashed together, a battle of wills, Riley’s hands pushing against John’s chest even as he kissed back with a hunger that surprised them both. John’s cock was fully hard now, a monstrous bulge pressing against Riley’s thigh, and the femboy gasped into the kiss, his defiance melting into something raw, something needy. John’s hands slid down, gripping that juicy ass, pulling Riley flush against him as they stumbled toward the desk, papers scattering to the floor.

'Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good,' John growled, his voice rough with lust, his fingers digging into Riley’s hips. He could feel the heat building, his balls aching, his cock throbbing with a need so intense it almost hurt. Riley’s smirk returned, his hand sliding down to palm John through his trousers, and the contact was electric, sending a jolt straight through him.

'Let’s see if you can handle me first,' Riley teased, his voice a sultry challenge, and John knew he was in trouble—deep, delicious trouble.