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The dim light of the conference room cast long shadows across the polished oak table, where a dozen of Michael Kaiser's top lieutenants sat in tense silence.
Smoke from half-smoked cigars hung in the air, mixing with the faint scent of expensive cologne and underlying fear.
Kaiser lounged at the head of the table, his tailored suit jacket discarded over the back of his chair, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tattoo of a blue rose curling over his collarbone. His blue eyes scanned the room with predatory calm as he discussed the latest territory disputes, his voice a low rumble that commanded absolute attention.
Isagi Yoichi stood rigidly by his boss's side, the ever-loyal right-hand man, dressed in a crisp black shirt and slacks that hugged his athletic frame. At twenty-five, he was the picture of efficiency - sharp features, dark hair neatly styled, and an unreadable expression that had earned him respect among the ranks.
But tonight, something shifted. As Kaiser wrapped up a point about rival shipments, he reached out casually, his hand clamping around Isagi's wrist like a vice. “Sit,” Kaiser commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. The room went deathly quiet, forks pausing mid-air from the half-eaten plates of steak and whiskey glasses hovering near lips.
Isagi's eyes widened fractionally, but he didn't pull away. He knew better. With a subtle nod from Kaiser toward his lap, Isagi moved, straddling the boss's thighs under the table's edge.
The men's gazes flickered: some dropping to their plates too quickly, others stealing glances through lowered lashes, faces flushing with a mix of discomfort and forced nonchalance. One enforcer, a burly guy named Vito, shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening as he stared at his napkin, clearly fighting the urge to look away entirely. Another, lean and scarred, bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes darting to Isagi's back before snapping forward again.
Sensually, Kaiser's hand slid up Isagi's thigh, fingers digging into the fabric of his slacks as he unzipped his own fly with deliberate slowness. His cock sprang free, thick and already half-hard from the thrill of control, veins pulsing along its length. Isagi swallowed hard, his breath hitching as Kaiser tugged at his belt, yanking it open and shoving the trousers down just enough.
No underwear - Kaiser had insisted on that detail earlier, a private command that now played out publicly. Isagi's ass cheeks parted slightly as he lowered himself, the head of Kaiser's cock pressing against his tight entrance.
“Take it all,” Kaiser murmured, his free hand guiding Isagi's hips down. The room's air thickened; a soft clink of glass on wood echoed as someone set down their drink too hard. Isagi bit his lip to stifle a gasp, his hole stretching around the invading girth, inch by inch sinking until he was fully seated, Kaiser's cock buried deep inside him. He clenched instinctively, walls gripping the hot dick, but Kaiser gripped his waist to hold him still.
No thrusting, no movement - just the intimate pressure of cockwarming, a blatant display of ownership.
Isagi's face burned, his hands fisting the arms of Kaiser's chair for balance as he tried to focus on the meeting resuming. Kaiser leaned forward slightly, picking up his whiskey glass with one hand while the other rested possessively on Isagi's thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. “Good boy, Yoichi,” Kaiser whispered into Isagi's ear, his breath hot against the shell. “Keeping my cock so nice and warm like that. Feel how hard you make me? All these eyes on you, and you're still so perfect for me.”
Shivering, Isagi’s body betrayed him with a subtle squeeze around the embedded length. Across the table, Marco, the accountant, adjusted his tie for the third time, sweat beading on his forehead as he pretended to jot notes, but his pen hovered motionless. The underboss to Kaiser's left cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes fixed on the agenda paper, though the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave away his discomfort.
Kaiser continued the discussion, outlining plans for the next heist with casual authority, as if the weight of Isagi on his lap was the most natural thing. Every few minutes, he'd lean in again, lips brushing Isagi's earlobe. “Look at them, Yoichi. They're all watching you take my cock, aren't they? Bet it turns you on, knowing they're jealous. Or maybe scared. Either way, you're mine - sitting so pretty, stuffed full.” Isagi's cock twitched in his half-open trousers, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip, but he forced himself to stay composed, nodding faintly as if listening to the business talk.
The tension built like a storm. One lieutenant, a young hothead named Luca, couldn't hide it - his face reddened, eyes flicking down to where Isagi's trousers bunched around his thighs, the subtle outline of connection visible if you looked close. He shifted, crossing his legs tightly, while another man across the way gripped his fork so hard the knuckles whitened. Kaiser noticed, of course. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Isagi's body. “You're doing so well,” he whispered next, nipping lightly at Isagi's neck. “My perfect little cockwarmer. Clench for me again - yeah, just like that. Let them see how obedient you are.”
Isagi reluctantly obeyed, his inner muscles fluttering around the thick intrusion, drawing a low hum of approval from Kaiser. The meeting dragged on, details of alliances and betrayals laid out amid the unspoken spectacle. Faces around the table told the story: averted eyes that kept returning, forced smiles cracking at the edges, the occasional swallow or fidget. No one dared comment, no one dared ignore it completely. It was a lesson in power, etched into every uneasy glance.
Finally, as Kaiser wrapped up with final orders, he pressed a kiss to Isagi's temple, whispering one last time. “They all want what you have, but only you get to feel me like this. Good job, Yoichi. Now stay put until I say.” The room exhaled collectively as the men began to murmur agreements, gathering papers with haste, their faces a mosaic of suppressed reactions - envy, unease, and unwavering loyalty to the boss who ruled them all.
The men shuffled papers and pushed back chairs, the scrape of wood on carpet breaking the heavy silence as they prepared to file out. Relief flickered across their faces - Vito's shoulders sagging, Marco dabbing at his brow with a handkerchief, Luca avoiding eye contact entirely. But Kaiser's voice sliced through the motion like a blade. “Where do you think you're going? The meeting isn't over yet.”
The room froze. Chairs halted mid-push, hands gripped briefcases tighter. Kaiser stood abruptly, his cock slipping free from Isagi with a wet pop, leaving the younger man's hole clenching around nothing, slick with arousal.
Without warning, Kaiser hoisted Isagi up by the waist, muscles flexing under his shirt as he manhandled him forward. Isagi's palms slapped against the oak table, body bending over it, ass exposed to the room as his trousers tangled at his ankles. He gasped, knees buckling slightly, but Kaiser's grip on his hips kept him pinned in place, chest pressed to the cool wood amid scattered agendas and ashtrays.
From his suit jacket draped over the chair, Kaiser drew his pistol - a sleek black Beretta, chrome glinting under the low lights. He leveled it casually at the group, sweeping the barrel across their stunned faces. “You can only be dismissed when I say you can be dismissed.” His tone was ice, laced with amusement, the hammer clicking back for emphasis. The men dropped everything - papers fluttering to the floor, glasses clinking as they backed against the walls. Vito's eyes widened, hands raising slowly; Marco whimpered, sinking into his seat; Luca's face drained of colour, staring at the gun like it was the devil itself.
Kaiser stepped closer to Isagi, pressing the hard line of his body against the exposed curve of his ass. His free hand trailed up Isagi's spine, fingers tangling in his hair to yank his head back slightly. “Shh, Yoichi,” he whispered hotly into his ear, lips grazing the lobe. “They're all staying for the show. You love that, don't you? Being bent over like a whore in front of my men. Look at them - terrified, but they can't look away.” Isagi trembled, his body shaking with a mix of fury and unwanted heat, cock leaking pre-cum onto the table edge.
“Fuck you, Kaiser,” Isagi hissed through gritted teeth, voice cracking as he struggled against the hold. “Just kill me already. End this shit.” His limbs quivered, muscles straining futilely, ass cheeks parting under the pressure of Kaiser's hips.
Kaiser laughed - a deep, mocking rumble that echoed off the paneled walls. He holstered the gun loosely on the table within reach, both hands now free to grip Isagi's waist. “Kill you? Oh, Yoichi, where's the fun in that?” He aligned his cock, thick head nudging against the slick, prepared entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, balls slapping against Isagi's skin. Isagi cried out, body jolting forward, nails scraping the wood as his hole stretched wide around the invading shaft.
The men watched in horrified silence, breaths shallow, eyes locked on the scene despite the fear. Kaiser pulled back slowly, veins dragging along sensitive walls, then slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm.
Each pound rocked Isagi's frame, his shakes intensifying, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “See? You're shaking like a leaf, but your ass is sucking me in so greedily,” Kaiser taunted, leaning over to whisper amid the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. “Tell me to kill you again - I dare you. We both know you're dripping for this. Turned on by their stares, by being my fucktoy in front of everyone.”
Isagi's voice broke into a sob, body disloyal to him with involuntary clenches. “Kill... kill yourself, you bastard,” he gasped, but it came out weak, hips twitching back despite himself. Kaiser only laughed harder, the sound vibrating through his chest as he fucked deeper, harder, claiming every inch while the room's occupants bore witness to the raw dominance.
Fingers curling tighter, Isagi’s nails bit deep into the polished oak of the meeting table, splintering the wood slightly as he braced against the relentless assault. Each thrust from Kaiser drove him forward, his body sliding an inch across the surface before he clawed back, leaving gouge marks in his wake. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto the scattered documents below, mixing with the pre-cum that smeared the edge where his cock bobbed untouched.
Kaiser slowed his pace just enough to draw out the moment, hips grinding in a deliberate circle that made Isagi's hole flutter around his dick. He glanced over his shoulder at the frozen men, a smirk curling his lips as he savored their wide-eyed stares - Vito's jaw slack, Marco's knuckles white on his armrest, Luca transfixed despite the tremor in his legs.
“Enjoying the view, gentlemen?” Kaiser drawled, voice thick with mockery. He pulled out halfway, letting his cock glisten with Isagi's slick before plunging back in, the obscene squelch echoing in the room. “Look at how he takes it - my right-hand man, spread out for all of you to see. Bet you're all hard under those trousers, wishing it was you bending him over instead.” The men shifted uncomfortably, some averting their gazes only to snap back, faces flushed with a cocktail of fear and forbidden arousal.
Reaching for the Beretta again, Kaiser pressed the cold barrel to the base of Isagi's neck, trailing it down slowly along his spine. The metal chilled the fevered skin, raising goosebumps in its path, from the knobs of his vertebrae to the dip of his lower back, hovering just above the point where his ass met Kaiser's hips. Isagi shivered violently, a whine escaping his throat as the gun's weight dragged lower, teasing the cleft without mercy.
“Feel that, Yoichi? One wrong move, and this ends everything,” Kaiser murmured, the threat laced with dark humour. He pressed the muzzle lightly against Isagi's tailbone, rocking his hips to fuck deeper, the dual sensations making Isagi's legs quake.
Abruptly, Kaiser's hand shot forward, fingers clamping around Isagi's chin in a vise grip. He wrenched his head to the side, forcing those parted lips closer to the gun's handle now gripped in his other hand. “Open up,” Kaiser commanded, thrusting sharply to punctuate the order, his cock splitting Isagi wide with each snap of his pelvis.
Isagi's mouth fell slack on a gasp, and Kaiser shoved the barrel's end past his teeth, the metallic tang flooding his tongue. “Lick it. Suck it like the desperate cockslut you are,” Isagi's eyes watered, but he heeded, tongue flicking tentatively along the cool steel, lips sealing around it as he hollowed his cheeks. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, wetting his chin as Kaiser fucked him harder, the rhythm unyielding.
“Look at you, so sloppy. Are you sure this is the work of my right-hand man?” Kaiser taunted, thumb stroking Isagi's jawline while his hips pistoned forward, balls slapping systematically against Isagi's thighs. “Sucking on my gun while I pound your ass— you love this, don't you? The audience, the danger, being forced to take every inch in front of them. Admit it, Yoichi, you're soaking for it.”
In response, Isagi's hole clenched tighter around the invading cock, his own dick twitching and leaking steadily onto the table. He tried to pull away, nails scraping deeper into the wood, but Kaiser's hold kept him locked, mouth full and humiliated as the men watched the depraved display unfold.
Kaiser's eyes narrowed as he felt the telltale clench around his cock, Isagi's inner walls spasming in desperate rhythm, his body teetering on the edge. Pre-cum pooled thicker beneath him, his shaft throbbing visibly against the table's edge. With a low chuckle, Kaiser yanked the gun from Isagi's mouth, the wet pop echoing as strings of saliva trailed from the barrel to his swollen lips. He wiped the metal casually on Isagi's cheek, smearing the mess further.
“Beg for it, Yoichi,” Kaiser growled, slowing his thrusts to torturous drags, pulling out until just the head caught on that tight ring before slamming back in. “Tell me how bad you need to cum. Say it loud enough for all these pricks to hear.”
Isagi gasped for air, chest heaving as he spat out the lingering metallic taste. His nails dug even deeper into the table, wood creaking under the pressure, but his voice came out defiant, ragged with strain. “Fuck you... Go die, you bastard. You're the worst piece of shit I've ever worked for.” The words tumbled out in a venomous hiss, his face flushed not just from exertion but raw fury, even as his hips twitched involuntarily, chasing the friction.
The room hung in stunned silence, the men's eyes darting between the two, breaths held. Kaiser's laugh barked out sharp and cruel, his free hand fisting into Isagi's sweat-damp hair at the nape, yanking his head back hard enough to arch his spine.
Strands pulled taut, pain shooting through Isagi's scalp as Kaiser leaned in close, hot breath ghosting his ear. “Oh, listen to you, talking all that tough shit while your ass is milking my cock like a vice. You think I don't feel it? How you're about to burst, leaking all over my table?”
He punctuated the words with a brutal snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against Isagi's prostate, drawing a choked moan that Isagi bit back too late. Kaiser's grip tightened in the hair, forcing Isagi's gaze to meet the blurred faces of the onlookers: Vito's averted eyes, Marco's clenched fists, Luca's parted lips. “Look at them, watching you fall apart. And here you are, cursing me out when all you want is to shoot your load. Say it, Yoichi. Beg like the needy slut you are, or I'll edge you until you're sobbing.”
Isagi's body trembled, muscles locking as he fought the building pressure, his cock aching with denied release, but his jaw set stubbornly, refusing to break even as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the pull on his hair and the relentless pounding.
His resolve cracked under the onslaught, his voice cracking as the pressure coiled tighter in his gut. A broken whimper escaped his lips, his voice fracturing. “K-Kaiser…” The plea hung in the air, raw and unintended, his defiance crumbling into desperate need.
Kaiser's eyes flashed with triumph, but he wasn't done breaking him yet. With a savage snarl, he released Isagi's hair only to grab the back of his head, slamming it down onto the table's surface. The impact jarred through Isagi's skull, wood thudding against his forehead as stars burst behind his eyelids. Pain bloomed sharp and immediate, but it only amplified the throbbing ache in his cock, his balls drawn tight and heavy.
“Beg properly, you stubborn fuck,” Kaiser hissed, his thrusts turning punishing, each one driving deep and grinding against that sensitive spot inside. He kept one hand clamped on Isagi's neck, pinning him in place, the cold bite of the gun's barrel pressing into his hip as a reminder of who's in control. “Tell me what you want, or I'll make you wait all night.”
Isagi's vision blurred, his breaths coming in ragged sobs as the edge loomed inescapably close. He was losing it, the humiliation of the watching eyes - Vito frozen in shock, Marco's knuckles white on his chair, Luca's gaze locked with unwilling hunger - fueling the fire even as it burned him alive.
His hips bucked weakly, chasing the release that Kaiser dangled just out of reach. Finally, the words tore free in a frantic rush, spit flying from his lips. “I want to cum! Fuck you, shitty Kaiser, let me cum—!” Saliva trapped in his mouth as he forced out the last word with a sob. “Please…”
Kaiser's grin was feral, satisfaction curling his lips as he felt Isagi clench around him like a fist. “Since you asked so nicely…” He released the pressure on Isagi's neck just enough to let him lift his head, but kept him arched and exposed. With a final, brutal series of snaps - his cock pistoning in and out, slick with their mingled fluids - Kaiser pushed them both over.
The room's tension snapped as Isagi shattered. His cock pulsed untouched, ropes of thick cum spilling out in hot spurts across the table, splattering the polished wood and dripping down the edge. Everyone watched, transfixed: Vito's face paling, Marco shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Luca swallowing hard as the scent of release filled the air. Isagi's body convulsed, moans ripping from his throat unchecked, his ass gripping Kaiser's shaft in rhythmic waves.
Kaiser followed with a guttural groan, burying himself balls-deep and flooding Isagi's insides with his own load. Pulse after pulse of hot cum painted his walls, overflowing and trickling down his thighs as Kaiser rode out the high, hips jerking erratically.
Slowly, deliberately, Kaiser let go of Isagi's head, dropping it back to the table with a soft thud. Isagi collapsed forward, limbs shaking uncontrollably, his chest heaving as sweat-slick skin stuck to the cum-smeared surface. His vision swam, exhaustion crashing over him like a wave, eyelids fluttering heavy. He was on the brink of passing out, body spent and trembling from the aftershocks.
Kaiser pulled out with a wet slide, his softening cock glistening as he tucked himself away. He chuckled low and dark, the sound rumbling through the silent room as he watched Isagi's eyes drift shut, lashes fanning against flushed cheeks. “Look at you, all used up. Mine.”
Isagi's world faded to black, the last coherent sound piercing the haze - sharp, deafening gunshots cracking one after another.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bodies hit the floor with dull thuds, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the musk of sex.
Kaiser had ended them all, possessive fury claiming the only eyes allowed to see his Yoichi like this: fucked out, vulnerable, and utterly his.