SERGIO SUMISO III - In the capital, work and boss

Time passed and upon turning 23, Sergio finished university. He graduated with cum laude honors, and his performance was so good that one of the professors offered him a good job in the capital to work alongside his doctorate. The job he was offered was very good and well-paid. Sergio mentioned this to José while expressing that he did not want to leave and that was why he hadn't responded to the professor. José told him he couldn't miss out on that opportunity, that he should accept it, but he went further.

• José: "Look Sergio, I know you don't want to go to stay together, close, but your life can't stay at this point, it can't be paralyzed, you have to give more importance to your professional life... but also regarding us, I don’t think it’s good for you to stay like this, having only known one man, you need to gain experience, interact with others, see how others are... on the other hand, I want to tell you that I've never felt jealous, I'm not one of those... what I want is the best for you."

• Sergio: "It's just that I’m going to feel very alone, more than alone, helpless, insecure."

• José: "I know, I know you're insecure, that's why I recommend you look for another guy over there, someone who takes charge of your life... I’ll be far away and you can WhatsApp me... but knowing you, I know you need a man close by... you were born extremely submissive and dependent."

• Sergio: "But, what do I do?"

• José: "Search, try... of course, you can't expect the first one you find to be the right one... you’ll have to use the trial and error method until you find what you need... just make sure to use condoms while you’re searching... I’ve never used them with you because I met you a virgin and I knew I was absolutely clean."

Sergio was used to not only obeying him but also to taking everything José said as absolute truths; he was incapable of doubting anything he told him. But in this case, he knew deep down that he was right, and knowing that he didn’t care if he left, he ended up accepting it. It was also true that he had a certain curiosity about how it would be to be with other men.

• Sergio: "But they have to be older than me and well endowed."

• José (smiling): "Yes, I know you are a fan of big cocks."

• Sergio (also smiling): "Maybe because mine is terrible."

• José: "Or because you have an amazing ass... especially how it is now, broken, open, greedy."

• Sergio: "Thanks to you, jerk, but I'm glad about how you’ve transformed me, not just my ass, in every sense, in body and mind."

• José: "Well then, you’re calling that professor right now, it’s a good time."

• Sergio: "Now?"

• José: "Yes, right now, obey."

Many times Sergio had received orders from José, but he had never used that imperative "obey," of course, he didn’t hesitate and called the professor.

In two months, Sergio was moving to the capital. He settled into a rented apartment, shared with a girl. Immediately, the relationship flowed perfectly; the girl was even surprised by the level of his participation in common tasks, cleaning the living room, kitchen, bathroom; she almost had to force him to share those tasks equally, she was not the type to take advantage of anyone.

In the doctorate, as expected, everything went wonderfully for him. Regarding the job, the professor placed him in a department with a very demanding boss, who had a rather rough demeanor with his employees. But that was not a problem for Sergio; one could say he even liked that demanding attitude, that air of authority.

Sexually, and to follow what José had told him to do, he entered a website, created a profile where he described himself as "young passive and submissive seeks older dominant, good cock required," he excluded many and during the first six months only met with four. The sex was good; they didn’t lie about their cocks and fucked him well. But then things didn’t go further; they really were not interested in anything beyond occasional sex sessions. Sergio wanted more; he wanted a man to dominate him, to take charge of his life. He continued talking and chatting with José, who urged him to keep looking, saying that sooner or later, he would find what he needed. Sergio at least felt the support of his first man, even if from afar.

One fine day, due to an excellent result on a project, he found his boss extremely happy upon arriving at the office. It was all due to Sergio's good work, and Marcos, his boss, knew it perfectly. His state of euphoria was such that he proposed that Sergio take the afternoon off.

• Sergio: "Thanks, but I wouldn’t know what to do; I barely have friends around here."

• Marcos (after a pause): "What do you think about us going to a pool I know? It’s a private club; I’m a member, but I can bring guests. You’ll have a great time and relax since you’ve worked hard and well."

• Sergio: "Well, whatever you say, I can't refuse."

• Marcos: "Then let’s go right now and eat at the club; I’ll drive you home so you can get your swimsuit, you won’t need anything else, I’ll wait for you downstairs and we’ll go."

And so they did. When they arrived at the building, Sergio ran up and got his swimsuit; he didn’t want to keep his boss waiting. He got back in the car and a few minutes later, they were at the club. It was early, and there were hardly any people; they went straight to the changing rooms. Marcos stripped completely and took his clothes to put them in a locker. Sergio, who was watching him, quickly noticed his boss’s genitals—huge, with a big cock and big balls. As was to be expected for him, he was entranced; big cocks had a hypnotic effect on him. Marcos noticed and instinctively adjusted himself before putting on the swimsuit, which was a large one, with legs going just a bit above the knees.

• Marcos: "Come on Sergio, you’ve become immobile; don’t you want to go to the pool?"

• Sergio: "Yes, yes, I’m sorry."

Sergio, with the swimsuit in hand, realized two things: one, that his boss must have noticed the small size of his cock, and two, that his swimsuit was nothing like Marcos’s; his was a white slip. Furthermore, the back was Brazilian style, which left half of his buttocks exposed instead of covering the whole cheek. He hadn’t realized that until now; it wasn’t the best to wear around his boss, but he couldn’t do anything else, so he put it on.

• Marcos (looking at his ass): "I see you wear speedo style; I’ve never worn them, but I see they look great on you, although maybe it’s a bit small for you; it doesn’t cover your butt well, but maybe it’s because you have a lot of ass... well, sorry, I guess people have told you that before, haven’t they?"

• Sergio (red as a tomato): "You don't have to apologize, boss... it’s just that I picked it without realizing it wasn’t the best to wear with you."

• Marcos: "Not at all, I insist they look great on you... now let’s head to the pool; I brought cream, and they’ll give us towels there."

From that moment on, Marcos didn’t stop paying attention to him. Sergio hadn’t stopped going to the gym; he went regularly and continued doing the same exercise routine that José had set for him. Marcos watched him swim and noticed how, when wet, his swimsuit highlighted the crack of his ass. Also, while he was lying down most of the time on his back, Sergio was almost always face down on the sunbed. Sergio didn’t do this on purpose; it was instinctive; he had that habit for a while, perhaps an unconscious way of somehow hiding the smallness of his cock. Marcos kept looking at him and started to get excited.

• Marcos: "Do you want me to put cream on your back?"

• Sergio: "You don’t have to bother, but if you want..."

Marcos stood up, poured a dollop of cream on Sergio's back, and straddled him at thigh level without fully leaning on him, keeping support on his own feet. It didn’t take long for him to lower his hands to the upper edge of the speedo.

• Marcos (doing it now): "I’m going to pull it down a bit to apply some here."

Marcos stuck his hands, applying cream to the upper part of his buttocks, and shortly after, he pulled up the speedo from the bottom, tucking the gathered fabric between his cheeks while holding it with one hand and with the other applying large amounts of cream, openly groping Sergio’s massive butt.

• Marcos: "You have an incredible ass, Sergio; I don’t know how I didn’t notice in the office... Do you mind what I’m doing? Should I continue?"

• Sergio: "Of course not, keep going, keep going."

• Marcos (now with one of his fingers tracing the crack of his ass): "Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at my cock in the locker room, you froze, looking at it."

• Sergio: "It always happens to me; I can’t control it; when I see a good cock, I’m totally stunned... I guess you’ve noticed mine is nothing... maybe that’s why I’m mesmerized every time I see one like yours."

• Marcos: "Ugh, my finger has entered your ass perfectly! I can tell it’s been used."

• Sergio: "Well yes, but I think it’s more that when I get excited like now, it opens up on its own, it opens up more."

• Marcos: "You told me you had nothing to do today; what do you think about going to my place? Of course, you know it’s for nothing but to fill that ass of yours with my cock that seems to have caught your attention."

• Sergio: "Sounds great; good idea."

• Marcos: "I warn you I’m a bit rough; I’m not going to be gentle with you."

• Sergio: "Better... besides, you’re the boss; you’re in charge."

• Marcos: "And you are going to obey me, but much, much more than in the office."

• Sergio: "I’ve never known how to do anything else."

• Marcos: "Let’s go already, faggot."