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Hank knew that he should probably not be meeting with his friends’ dads like ever. It would be one thing if they were just normal hot older guys, but half of them had tried to beat him up in person just six months before. They all had more than enough reason to hate him and would not be impressed if he gave even the slightest indication that he was mentally adding the word ‘hot’ to the words’ older guys.’
He’d been more than a little suspicious when he’d gotten the invitation to go to TylerCo because of that. There was no reason that Rick’s dad, who he had last seen at that JSA meeting, punching him in the face, should want to see him again.
If he had to guess, it was something about Rick, who, much to his father’s chagrin, was artistic and liked to cause problems. Rex wanted to keep him on the straight and narrow (particularly the straight) and probably wanted someone to keep an eye on him. That did raise some further questions, like, ‘Why in the world would he trust Hank with something like that?’ But Hank waved them away by imagining that he’d probably invited everyone.
Except the lobby was empty when Hank arrived, and huge, so big that it was suddenly occurring to him that a lot of his new friends really did come from money. He swallowed, approaching the large marble desk in the center of the room.
He coughed nervously. “I have an appointment with Rex Tyler,” Hank said, completely uncertain of whether or not he did actually have an appointment. He’d been told to come here at this time, but maybe he was supposed to wait for Mister Tyler to come to him.
There was a sudden buzzing noise before a deep voice spoke. “Send him up.” It said.
That was a little disconcerting like he had the front desk bugged or was watching him through the cameras or something. Hank shot a nervous glance back at the front desk as the elevator doors closed behind him.
He took a deep breath, and there was a clunking noise, followed by the feeling of him rushing upward and then a sudden stop. The doors didn’t open again. Hank tried not to freak out, but it was pretty fucking hard.
“I’m glad you could make it, Henry.” A voice said from behind him, practically making him jump out of his skin.
Hank whirled around, it turned out that the back of the elevator was doors too, and that Mister Tyler had been staring at his back the entire time. He got the feeling that it was on purpose, that it was explicitly to put visitors on edge, but it wasn’t like he was emotionally close enough with the man to read his mind, even if he wanted to.
“S-sir?!” He stuttered out since the older man had gotten out of his chair and crossed the room while he remained oblivious and was now in his personal space.
“Shhhhh,” Mister Tyler said soothingly, stroking Hank in a way that was probably meant to be calming but was a little bit inappropriate with one of your son’s friends.
Which reminded him: “I don’t think you should be trying to keep such close tabs on Rick, sir. It’s not fair to get his friends to keep an eye on him for you.”
A dark cloud crossed the older man’s face, and he balled his hands tightly into fists. Hank winced, fully expecting to be hit in that moment. But then, Mister Tyler took a deep breath, and his hand relaxed
“That’s not why I invited you here today.” He said, and before Hank could ask anything else, he felt a hand squeeze his ass. “I wanted to talk to you about... something else.”
Hank could NOT sleep with one of his friends’ dads. It was immoral to sleep with one of his friends’ dads. It was potentially friendship-ruining to sleep with one of his friends’ dads. But...
It wasn’t like Rick was ever going to find out, and Rick’s dad was actually super hot.
Perhaps he had been a little too hasty since it turned out that Mister Tyler liked to be a bit rough. Hank’s shirt was now completely ruined, and he had been slammed face down onto the desk so hard that he’d had to take a minute to make sure his nose wasn’t bleeding. Worse than that, though, was that the cock pressing against his thigh was bigger than anything he had ever seen before in his life.
Hank could already feel himself starting to tense up.
“Hold on, I have something that can help with that,” the older man said, rummaging around in his desk. Eventually he found a small bottle and started twisting the cap, when he got it open he held it up to Hank’s nose. “Take a big whiff.”
“What is it? Aromatherapy?”
For some reason, Rex laughed at that.
“Trust me, Henry. I have a lot of experience with this kind of thing.”
And Hank supposed he would have to. He breathed in, inhaling the fumes from the bottle directly, and the effect was almost immediate. He could feel his body starting to relax, especially his anus, which made him really fucking glad he hadn’t skipped going to the bathroom right before this, and a warmth spreading across his skin. A hand ran down his bare side, and he let out a gasp, immensely more ticklish than he had been even a moment before.
Suddenly, the hand was gone, and Hank tried to focus enough to figure out where it might have gone. He watched, eyes bleary, as the older man pumped out a handful of the lotion that was on his desk and slathered his cock with it.
A rough hand pressed against the back of Hank’s neck, forcing his face harder into the hard wood of the desk as the fat head of the other man’s cock rubbed against his hole.
His hole was already relaxed and provided no resistance as the massive cock forced its way inside. It should have been a chore to take it, but Hank could only feel pleasure buzzing throughout his body and let out a moan as the older man filled him up.
“Such a good boy for me,” Rex breathed out as he began to move his hips, “taking it so well.”
He slammed forward again with a grunt, hands running over Hank’s body, sending tingles over his skin. Fingers tweaked his nipples, and sparks flew behind his eyes. Hank squirmed, accidentally shoving himself further back onto the cock with a cry.
Rex let out a snort. “Slut.” He laughed. His hand trailed down to take Hank’s cock in hand, slowly, methodically jerking him off before speeding up so his hand moved in time with his thrusts. It was very overwhelming for the telepath, the drug making every touch feel so much more intense.
The ginger let out a gasp, cum coating the other man’s hand, and from then on, everything was just a blur of lights and pleasure.
When he came back to himself, he was wearing a cock ring. Rex was sitting at the desk, back at work.
“Ah, you’re awake. As you can see, we have a lot to talk about.”