Office Surprise

Office romance novel about a meet-cute and a less-cute relationship.

I come into the building running. I’m already late to my new job, and I feel the slight panic mixed with angst, fear, and self-betrayal. I lob the door open, mad at it for its soft-close hinge that blocks the way to get me in my cubicle as soon as possible, before my new boss sees. I prayed for this job, and yet I spent a good chunk of time in the last week stressing, regretting my life choices. I needed this job. I land straight in my cubicle, which I was shown to the day before. Who starts work on a Wednesday? I open up my email, unsure about what I actually do for a good fifteen minutes as I breathed to the sound of mechanical keyboards clacking on standard-issue desks. My boss—the man that hired me—was not in yet, so I took time to adjust papers and move around the small dresser a few times at least. By the time I moved it to the third corner of my cubicle, I heard a sharp snap. I looked up, guilt and embarrassment floating up at being caught so indecisive about a simple cubicle arrangement. It came from the my boss’s office, the one that now had a door shut and blinds all the way down. I wonder if he saw me as he walked by. I stood up to investigate the sound, and which didn’t seem to disturb anyone else. I quietly looked between the small creases in the blinds, and I was met with a shocking yet spectacular spectacle. About a foot from where I was standing. A large, muscular, furry ass stood at attention. Thick tree-trunk legs framed it as a rippled back stretched to pull on a shirt. I suppressed a gasp and leaped to my chair, shaking slightly from excitement, fear of being caught, and maybe a little bit of arousal. When I met this man, I knew he was exactly my type. He had curious, large, animated eyebrows that leapt up, down, both sides as I told my rather boring corporate life story. I had trouble focusing as large arms were held prisoner to a tight sweater. I wanted to free those arms, see them, touch them—
“Hey, Ryan.” Lucas, that same dreamy boss, leaned against my thin cubicle wall. I wondered if the weight of his muscles could crush that wall.
“Could you please take care of this stack and let Linda know when you’re done?” He left before I could answer, and my fantasy was quickly draped by annoyance at this new stack of documents that I wasn’t really sure what to do with. What did stick with me, however, was that image of his ass. As he walked away, I wished I had taken a photo of it so I could treasure it somewhere, under my pillow maybe. I got to work on the stack, mumbling to myself as I very slowly caught on to the categorical system and dated website where I continued to punch in numbers for a few hours. My mind kept leaping back to Lucas. I was almost sad that I would never see those perfectly round globes again—he paid no absolutely no attention to me. I worked out at least a few days a week, and at a not-bad 5’11”, I thought I’m a medium-level catch. But Lucas was a 10. Six foot three of glorious muscles, manners, and scorchingly sharp facial features.
I continued to work for the rest of the day through the stacks that Lucas gave me. Being annoyed at him was confusing. He was my new boss, who I wanted to impress, but he was such a hardass about it. And don’t even get me started on the hard ass. I finally finished around six thirty, turning in my work to Linda. To my horror, as I shook my head out of the daze that was fantasizing about Lucas, I approached Linda. She gawked at what was clearly an indecent bulge shoving against my new jeans. She stood up to leave, but I stopped her.
“I promise I’m not a pervert!!” Was the first thing that I yelled out—a little too loud. That had her interested. Linda was a thirty-something single mom with warm, honeyed eyes and a surprisingly athletic build, considering she barely left the office. She was definitely not my type, however.
“I-I I’m really into Lucas.” I blurted out. Hot lava surged to my face, and I knew my cheeks had gone completely red. Now her horrified, disgusted face slowly turned sly.
“Seeing your boss walk around ordering you to do the most boring busywork in the office turns you on, huh?” Her eyebrows crawled up her face as I didn’t answer, struggling.
“I have a feeling I’m gonna like you.” I breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled straight home for the night. I packed up my laptop, disconnecting it from the screen and taking a few papers to churn through in the evening.
“Ryan!” A deep voice yelled out as I walked silently towards the glass doors to exit. I turned around, slightly annoyed. I see Lucas walking towards me. This is the most disheveled I’ve seen him: stubble crossing into beard territory, hairy and muscled forearms jutting out a crumpled shirt, and thick black hair clawing out of a few opened buttons underneath his chin. I stared, salivating. He cleared his throat.
“Don’t take this home.” His voice surprised me a little because I still wasn’t done with my ogling.
“W-what?” My voice shook with nerves and need.
“I told you, don’t take this home. You’ve done enough work today.” He saw my hesitation.
“That’s an order.” Then he grabbed the stack of papers from my hand with his large, thick hands. I felt the sandpaper edges of his fingertips that explained his muscular body.
“Okay, boss. Thanks.” I said, a combination of relieved, surprised, and slightly turned on. As I turned around, I could swear I heard the words good boy. I continued walking, not really sure if that was wishful thinking combined with hallucinations or my boss was hitting on me.


Two weeks after that incident—whether it was my fault or Lucas’s I’ll never know—I walked into the office again. Was this my dream job? Not really. But I’m getting great experience, really great money, and I’ve made some friends. Linda is really supportive but a little wild when we go out for drinks, and her friend Miranda is a quiet, flaming-red haired woman who is somehow always on alert.
I walk to Lucas’s office to hand him the stack of papers I snuck out last night, at the cost of being talked to again Lucas.
I swung his door open.
“Mr. Montgomery, I’m sorry but I finished the-“ gasp. As the weighted door slammed shut behind me, I faced a shirtless Lucas. A shirtless, magnificent Lucas. Muscles shoved against taut skin and furry jet black hair danced across his large chest, down the middle of his abs, and downwards under that-
“My eyes are up here.” If I was able to move, I would have rolled my eyes at the cliche.
“It’s okay, you can touch it.” That threw me. I thought he was gonna spring on a shirt and kick me the hell out of this office. I turned to leave, dying inside, when his huge paw snagged my arm and ran my fingertips through thick, soft hair under rock hard abs. I moaned quietly and a lopsided smile played on his face.
“Good boy.” I froze. So he did say that all along. I jumped as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest above me. I looked up at his pecks, two round, muscular desserts under the jungle of black hair.
“C-c” was all I managed before his smile grew much wider and he moved my hand to his pecks. I must have ran my hand through them for at least a few minutes. A knock on the door came.
“Give me one minute!” His voice boomed, scaring me a little. He released my arm, much to my dismay.
“You will wait for me in the lobby today after work. You won’t go one more night into that cold without a proper jacket.” That threw me off. What kind of request was that for a quick lay? I nodded my head and turned to open the door, a little thrown.
“Ryan.” His voice sounded a little displeased, so I turned around quickly.
“I need you to answer.” It took me a second to understand what he was saying—I didn’t doubt doing what he told me.
“Yeah ok… I will wait.” A jumble escaped my mouth. He nodded me to leave as Linda came in, winking at me as I left Lucas’s office. Did she know…what had just happened. No way. Right? She’s probably just messing with me… When I turned to catch one last peak at Lucas, I saw somehow, in the time we just spoke, he was fully dressed and engaged in conversation with Linda.
Seven in the evening came by swiftly, knocking off the last of the sun’s rays to cast a gray darkness over the parking lot outside. I sat on an uncomfortable stool in the lobby as I waited for Lucas. Around ten to fifteen minutes later—but who was keeping count—his face popped out the the elevator. Just then, I realized I had no clue what he actually wanted from me. Was he taking me on a date? Just after hours work? To his house? As much as my dick hoped it would be the last one, my gut flipped and I leapt up from my stool and awkwardly speed walked out of the lobby, as Lucas exited the faraway elevator. He would see me any second, so I just need to reach the do-
“Hey! Ryan! Wait up.” His voice boomed across the silent lobby. I winced and turned around very sheepishly.
“Oh, Mr. Montgomery. I didn’t see you there.” I spit out as awkwardly as humanly possible. I felt as if I was reading the worst script in a low-budget romcom. In an oddly controlling and intimate move, he placed his large palm across the back of my neck so my head leaned down a little, already much shorter then his, and lead me to the exit silently. He placed a thin leather jacket around me, one I had seen laying around in his office. He walked short-sleeved to his car, leading me with a hand that was now bulging at the bicep.
He opened the door for me to enter his car, and walked around to the driver’s seat.
“So where are we-“
“Put on your seatbelt.” Yikes, bossy much? As I hoped I didn’t do something wrong, sitting in a sort-of-stranger’s car as he drove me to an unknown location. This could go wrong pretty quickly, I thought queasily. We drove for a while, with a quiet radio playing 70’s music. It was actually surprisingly nice. He slowed to a stop in the parking lot in front of a beat-up store, with the concrete around the building cracking. I hesitated to come out as he opened my door, and he heaved me up. I smiled gratefully, but wasn’t sure if I should be.
As Lucas lead me inside—yes, still silently—my nerves died down just a little as I took in a homey, warm Vietnamese restaurant. I looked around jealously at the warm pho being passed around.
“You’ll get yours soon, I promise.” He said, half-jokingly at my greedy expression. I jumped a little. Apparently, he doesn’t talk much? We sat down and he grabbed the menu—we only got one—and started thinking out loud a little on the menu. I was a little nervous since I’d never been there before, but just as I decided to try to take a peek at the menu, a young waitress came by.
“Hey all. Sorry about the wait, we are slammed today. What can I get you?” I looked around, a little panicked. Honestly, ordering food isn’t a huge deal, nor is it very stressful. But at the risk of looking like a fool in front of this gorgeous man—who’s also my boss—I stuttered to think of something.
“Yes. We’d both like beef pho with extra cilantro on the side.” He interrupted me. I breathed a quick sigh of relief, though I doubt my nerves would give me a break. I just wanted to let go, calm myself down a little. Maybe I needed a drink. I realized Lucas was looking at me. Was I supposed to say something. He looked hungry, but I kind of hoped just for the pho. Only kind of though.
“So do you come here often? I can’t imagine you in all this warmth and comfort.” I played with him a little. He smirked.
“Because I’m cold and mean?” For a second I panicked, but after seeing his smirk I relaxed.
“I just mean you seem more the type to eat sushi or steak or something. There’s no way you look like…that and eat soup with noodles all day.” Now his smile grew a little.
“I get these” he popped both his biceps out and flexed for a second “from going to the gym all week.” I blushed a little as my eyes burst toward his arms. His smile turned a little evil.
“Like what you see?” The question was simple, but my heart rushed. As I opened my mouth to answer, probably something ridiculous, something touched my crotch. I jumped and yelped a little, but I didn’t get more than a few quick stares. He laughed in his deep voice, and I jumped a little, again.
“Nervous? Or just a little sensitive?” He laughed again and I looked down to see the sole of a perfectly maintained leather shoe stabbing at my thighs. He cut left and right, forcing me to widen my legs as my back hit the back of the booth. I opened my mouth to protest, but his foot started kneeling my trapped package. I made a noise similar to a moan in pitch and a whimper in volume. Now his smile was truly wide, and I felt warmth. He looked so ruggedly handsome like that. I wanted to make him do that again, show a little teeth. I moaned again, a little louder, not daring to make enough noise to be heard through the high walls of the booth. We were in a fairly quiet corner, so all was well until he suddenly stood up. My brows instantly knit together in confusion. Had I done something wrong? But he got up, jumped into my side of the booth, shoving me a little towards its corner. He continued moving as I was trapped in a smaller and smaller space, rubbing against his huge side as he took up more of my space. The booth definitely had enough room for us to both sit without touching. Shoved between the wood panel on my right and a ginormous shoulder squeezing my head, I whimpered. He laughed. Moving his hand to my crotch. I shoved against his muscular side to get some room, but he tugged on my swollen dick and balls. He crushed them together in his huge hand as I struggled and moaned. Then, suddenly, he stopped. I glanced up in confusion and disappointment, only to see the waitress approaching my table. Ignoring my hard-on, he passed me the bowl of hot pho. Shaking from the stimulation of my now-hard cock against my pants, I spooned up a large spoon of hot broth, closing my eyes to savor it. Before I knew it, his large face jerked to my spoon, vacuuming up my soup. Before I could protest, he pushed his lips against my mouth, spitting out the soup in my face. Disgusted, I turned to spit it out in shock. He took my face in his hand and covered my mouth with the other.
“Swallow.” He said. I shook a little against his grip, but lost that battle and swallowed. After he removed his palm of my mouth—mind you, that took a few seconds—I gasped air, horrified.
“Are you insane?!” I shoved against him, hard, but he didn’t move, just continued laughing. I found myself laughing a little too, mostly from disbelief. But my eyes found his large, red lips and I ached for another kiss. Was that a kiss? I reached up to place my lips over his. He took my throat in his hand, shoving his lips against mine. I moaned, his tongue down my throat. This was gonna be a fun night.


After we finished kissing and eating (and kissing again), he took me by the arm to his car. I felt a little tired, wanting to go rest in my bed.
“Thanks for tonight. Really, it was fun.” I said as he fastened his seatbelt. I mirrored him, and he drove us back to the office. Except, he missed a turn. Then another.
“Uhh… I’m a little tired.” I said, trying to hint that I’m ready to go home.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He said, looking at me for a second and winking. That didn’t really seem like a question, and I could get laid tonight, it has been a while.
We reached a beautiful two-story house. It was new, Spanish-inspired but modern with glass everywhere. I touched my nose to the cold glass, staring at the incredible house, with its large, green front yard and thick trees. He opened the front door for me, sitting on a large, comfy looking couch in the center of the living room. Not really sure what to do, I sat a few feet away.
“Uh-uh. No. Get over here.” He reached his long body to grab me, lifting me over the couch and onto his lap. I wasn’t a very large person, but I wasn’t small either. Lean muscles decorated my rather skinny body. But I felt small in his huge frame, though a little uncomfortable in my new seat. He put on a romcom, sighing as his hands reached for me. I groaned at the warm hands laying on my stomach. I felt sleepy, hot hands massaging my body lazily as my eyes slowed at the romcom. Sometimes he laughed, and I shook a little from the movement. Suddenly, I felt something push against my ass. I moved a little, trying not to disturb Lucas as he watched the movie. The object, now clearly an erect dick, poked harshly into the middle of my ass. A low growl escaped the throat of Lucas above me, and I scooted some more.
“Whatcha doing down there?” He asked rhetorically, moving his hands down my waist. He suddenly stood up, holding me against him in the air as he navigated out of the room. Carrying me in the exact same position I was, he laid me down on the bed, placing his hands outside of my head, looking me in place. He took off my shirt and leaned above me.
“Get me off.” He grunted the order. A little confused, I reached down to take his dick out, unlocking it from its prison. A large erection touched my stomach. I reached for it to give it a smooth jerk, but he stopped me.
“No hands.” He smirked. Lots of orders from this one. Looking around confused, he rutted against me.
“Use your body.” Confused, I arched my back to rub my stomach against the head of his dick. That got a reaction, and precum spilled onto my bellybutton as I moved against him, trying to give him as much friction as possible. His body gleamed with sweat as he held himself over me, letting me jerk jerk him off. As his balls pulled, his dick struck up, shooting long and powerful strings of cum at my body. A few hit my mouth and eyes, and my stomach was drenched in cum. As he wiped me off, my dick ached hard in my pants. As I moved to relieve myself with a few strokes. Lucas sighed happily as he lowered his huge body onto me, closing his eyes. I sat there silently, unsure what to do, until I heard soft snoring in my ear from where his head landed above me. His huge arm fell to cover me, my face stuck in his armpit. I breathed deeply, and the damp, sweaty odor invaded my lungs, choking me a little. I liked it. I moved against his huge shoulder, trying to come up for air, but couldn’t.
“Lucas!” I whispered, ready to go to sleep and have him move off me a little—at least to let me breathe. He didn’t answer, and I kicked him. His snores grew a little louder, but he didn’t wake up. My hands, caught between my chest and his abs, struggled to move, shoving and trying to get a hold of some skin to pinch. After wearing myself out, I sighed and stilled. I breathed his armpit in deeply, and closed my eyes to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my whole body felt sore. I jumped a little to wake up, feeling a large pressure over my body. As I opened my eyes to wring out the sleepiness, I saw a large, sweaty pit. A small drop of sweat dripped above my mouth. I had a few armpit hairs in my mouth, tasting harshly of sweat and man. I sucked on them a little. Then I started licking Lucas’s armpit ferociously, matting down the thick hair with spit as I consumed his sweat. Suddenly, Lucas turned upwards, a hard hand behind my head taking me with his armpit. An extremely deep, sleep-voiced chuckle gurgled through his throat.
“Enjoying it down there, boy?” I nodded yes eagerly.
“Go on. You may not stop until a not a single hair has sweat on it. You gotta clean me.” My eyes widened against the darkness of his huge pit, and I got to work. Licking and sucking on his delicious hairs and sweat, I lapped up all the wetness. After a few minutes, while I sucked down on a clump of armpit hair, the hand on the back of my head pulled me out of the pit. Gasping for air, Lucas’s sweat stuck to my hair, nose, and eyes, I smiled hungrily.
“Someone’s hungry for more.” He smashed my face into his meaty chest, rubbing my wet face into the sweat-laced hair on his chest. I swallowed and licked as much sweat as I could, buffeting on his body odor. He rubbed his other pit in my hair, dry in it off on my medium-length hair. This pit was much more wet, and my hair was soaking in sweat. I moaned as he pushed me away to breath. I gasped for air, and he smiled.
“You enjoy cleaning me, slut?” I nodded vigorously, eying his sweaty thighs and biceps hungrily.
“You may continue to clean me, but under the condition that I am completely clean when you’re done. Not a drop of sweat may be on my body when you’re done.” I would agree to any rule just to taste him again. I hungry shoved my face into his hairy abs, licking away happily. After about twenty minutes, I could barely breath as his hands guided me around his hips, I pushed against his hand to breath.
“Nope. Finish it then you can take a break.” I quickly moved across his thighs to clean his feet so I can take my desperately needed break, but he stopped me.
“No. You will clean me properly. A cleaning slut like you needs to beg for every inch.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” I rushed to clean his very hairy thighs. He reached down and slapped my face twice spitting on areas to guide me where to clean on his huge body.
An hour in, I shook with exhaustion as I moved his his final limb. I licked and sucked on his powerful right leg, licking away the dirt in between his toes. My stomach felt full with warm sweat. I must have consumed at least a gallon. I sucked on the last hair. Leaning back as Lucas finally let go. It took me at least two hours to clean his muscles and hairs. He gleamed with my spit.
“Good boy. My very good boy cleaned me, as he should. I think you deserve a reward. He grabbed few things from the drawer. And finally unzipped my pants. I breathed heavily as my dick was finally free and I could get off. He took my arms up over my head, tying them with handcuffs to the bed head. I grunted in surprised, but eagerly waited for my handjob. Maybe he would use his mout-
“FUCK” I screamed as ice-cold lube hit my cock and balls. My cock instantly shrunk. He smiled extremely evilly, as he held a stainless steel chastity cage and lock. He quickly shoved it on my dick and behind my balls, locking it and placing the key on his necklace. I started to protest.
“A boy should be thankful to be used and to be contained, because he cannot be expected to decide when to cum. That is my responsibility, just like this is my cock.” He hit it, and I screamed again.
“Got it?” He asked, and I nodded quickly and fearfully. He raised his hand for another strike, and I yelled out “Yes, sir. Thank you! Thank you! I got it. Sir.” He smiled and stopped his hand.
“Good.”

After that particularly intense session, I didn’t know what to think. Deep down, I loved it. I loved feeling used (and having a use). It was not just attraction to Lucas’s body, which was definitely there, but something else. I wanted to serve.
Lucas was surprisingly gentle for the rest of the day. We just stayed at home—his home—as he petted me, whispered sweet words in my ears, and massaged me a little. He expected some of the favors returned, and I gladly massaged his aching feet for a while. It was nice. As he scratched my head while I sat in his lap, my stomach growled. He chuckled.
“Let’s go get my little sweet boy something to eat. You hungry?”
I nodded quickly. I hadn’t had too much except for snacks he hand fed me. He took my by hand to his large dining table. To my surprise, takeaway from my favorite Italian place was waiting at the door. He placed in on the table as I eagerly sat by the head of the table. He sat next to me, at the head of the table as he started opening up boxes. Warm tortellini wafted to my lungs and plates gnocchi spread around me. Struggling to contain my excitement, I tried grabbing a fork from Lucas.
“Slow down, little one.” He chuckled softly, grabbing a large pile of soft gnocchi and bringing it to my lips with a fork. I opened, a little annoyed but a lot turned on. Since when did I have this much stamina? He kept feeding me, which was nice. I was a little exhausted. Then I moved a little, and a tortellini slid off the fork and onto Lucas’s forearm. Sauce splatted across his arm.
“Oh shit—uh sorry” I panicked as I raced to clean it up with a napkin. Silently, Lucas took my hands to the side. He reached for the back of my head, lowering it to his forearm, where the warm pasta lay. Quickly realizing what was happening, I lapped up the pasta and sauce. His hand pressed my face hard into his bulging arm muscles as I licked up the splattered sauce. I breathed a sigh of relief as he let me go. I smiled, and he patted my head.
“Good boy.” My heart beamed with pride. Maybe I should make mistakes more often. He ordered me to clear our plates, and I did, taking a napkin from his hand and his plate. He took out some artisan ice cream, one I could never allow myself to buy. I salivated at the specks of vanilla bean as he scooped two large scoops into a bowl for me. He set it on the table, reaching down to his pants. Now mind you, this man was very tall. He opened his zipper, pulling out his cock. I would absolutely accept licking ice cream off his dick and balls right now, licking up the stickiness. But suddenly, a release came from his cock, and for a second I was disappointed that his orgasm already came. But no. Clear-ish urine shot out of his cock and into what I could only presume was my bowl. I gasped in horror a little as it filled up the bowl, slightly melting the ice cream in its warmth. He smiled a large, evil smile at my horror. When he was done, he casually tucked his dick away and sat me on his lap at the table. He tried to spoon feed me the mixture, but I shoved my mouth shut and struggled against him. To my surprise and maybe slight disappointment, he released me. He pounced on me, placing us both on the floor of the dining room. He sat on top of me, his huge hips hugging my stomach. He took both my hands—mind you, all of this silently—in his large left hand. Then, he raised his right palm up, and whacked my balls. I yelled in pain, struggling to bring my hands to protect my balls. The swats were light, but hurt so bad.
“You will take what I give you with ‘Thank you, sir.’ Got it?” I yelled out affirmations, begging him to stop the torture on my balls and he eventually stopped as tears stopped streaming from my eyes. He brought the bowl down, the ice cream now melted. He brought the bowl to my lips, which I now accepted as his other hand stayed wrapped around my hurting balls. I drank quickly as he continued to tip the bowl as I struggled to swallow it in time. Finally, the putrid mixture was all downed.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for taking his punishment so well.