One Shots (MxM)

Spencer’s Pre-Dom Life

Spencer's Pre Dom Life-

Note: this occurred 6 years ago

Spencer

"There are always boundaries that you may have to break in order to be successful, Spencer. You do understand that, right?"

"Yes, Father."

"I know you're still young, but the quicker you learn, the quicker you grow. I've set up a private meeting for you. You'll go alone, and you won't leave that room until you close a deal worth a million or more, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Father." I say again. I've tagged along during his meetings before and some of my mothers as well, but since I'm 18, now it's my responsibility to do these things alone. If I want to take over the company, I need these skills.

My father steps closer and pats my hair down before straightening out the dress shirt I'm wearing. For the most part, I'm in a suit, but he said the jacket would be too formal.

"I sent you the address, now go. I'm counting on you, Spencer."

I sigh and walk out to the car, climbing in before having the chauffeur type the address into his gps. I sigh and lay back against the seat. I know what he meant by boundaries. There's a reason my mother reminded me to clean myself thoroughly, even down there.

I see the way she lets men paw at her and make snide comments. I see the way my father flirts with any woman he meets. They assume that this man will want more than a simple meeting, and they sent me anyway.

"We're here, Mr. Laurier." The chauffeur announces while opening the door for me.

I step out and try to shake off my nerves. This will be fine. It's not like I'm a virgin. I can do this. Definitely.

"Stay out here. I should be done in two hours tops." When he nods, I make my way inside, going straight to the meeting room on the third floor.

When I arrive, I open the door, forcing myself to smile at the man in front of me. He's oddly handsome, but I can tell by the speckled grays in his black hair that he's quite a bit older than I am.

He smiles back and stands to stick his hand out to me. I take note of the wedding ring on his finger that makes me cringe internally. "Mr. Laurier. It's quite a pleasure to finally meet you. The prodigal son of the Laurier family. I hope you live up to my expectations."

"I'm certain I will." I reply, remembering my training. Answer with confidence, but never sound cocky. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Whitlock."

"Now that we've been acquainted, why don't we take a seat. I had them bring up champagne. Though, I'm not sure how old you are."

My age is a negative on its own. Having a business meeting with someone so young is sure to make any man feel as though they weren't important enough to meet with someone competent. Though I am very competent, I must prove it to him before he knows my age.

"I'd love a glass." I didn't lie, but he takes that as an answer and pours me a bit from the bottle. He hands it to me, so I reach out and take a sip before sitting on the couch and placing the glass on the coffee table.

"I'm sure my father told you about our plans to expand Laurier and Co. by partnering with other thriving companies. Essentially, the plan is to first accept investments from the companies we'd inact this program with so that we would have the funds we need to launch-"

"You talk too much." He tells me, scooting close enough for our thighs to touch. I feel my hands start to get sweaty, by I try to force my anxious feeling away. "How much do you want?"

"T-Three million." I internally curse myself for stuttering before turning to him. "So? What do you think."

"I think I'll be easier to sway when you're naked." He hums, reaching his hands out to slowly unbutton my shirt.

"My body isn't for sale. We should discuss more of the benefits you'd get from the partnership."

"I know your father. I'm well aware that he likely sent you in here and told you to do anything you need to in order to get me to agree."

I feel disgusting. I feel his hands trailing over me, and once my shirt is gone, he leans in to lick over my n****e. I blush as he pushes me back on the couch while working on tugging off my pants. "W-Wait. Is the door locked?"

"It doesn't need to be. It's not like they don't know what's happening here. Everyone knows that the quickest way to the top is through all of the men standing in your way." He tells me, leaning back to stare once he tosses my clothes aside.

"You're a very pretty boy, Spencer. You'll go far if you learn when to be quiet. The good thing about being pretty is that nobody cares if you're smart. Use your looks to get to the top, then you can be as smart as you want."

That's just the way things are. If I'm going to make this a career, it's best I learn this now. There's no use in having an intelligent conversation with someone who only sees your body. "So then this is a trade? I give you what you want and you give me what I want."

"Already thinking like a businessman." He smirks and leans down to kiss my neck while grabbing my thighs to spread them. He kisses down my body while I suck on my fingers, layering them in saliva.

When he pulls away to take his clothes off, I reach my free hand down to spread myself farther before slipping two fingers into myself. I moan softly and push them in as deep as I can before pressing them against my walls, trying to loosen myself at least a little bit.

I add a third finger and push them deeper, moaning softly. I notice him staring as I touch myself. It makes me feel gross, but having his eyes on me makes my c**k start to get hard. After a moment longer, he moves closer, slipping between my thighs.

"I know you're not 21." He tells me, smirking slightly. "But I'm not planning to get sued for statutory r**e, so how old are you?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm 18. Besides, it's like you said. Everyone knows what's going on behind closed doors. My parents included." I pull my fingers out and watch as he lines himself up with my hole, slowly starting to push into me.

I'm not sure if it makes me a slut or a w***e or something like that, but every time I do this, I love the feeling. I like feeling my hole stretch to accommodate whomever I'm with. I like the way my body feels so full. I relish in the feeling of having his c**k pulse inside of me.

Once he's completely inside, I ignore the slight pain and choose to focus on the pleasure instead. I moan when he pulls out to push back in, gradually building up his speed. He groans deep in his through each time he gets quicker and begins to move his hands all over me.

I like the rough touch of his fingers, but the coolness of his wedding ring gives me a terrible feeling of guilt. I'm not trying to be a homewrecker, and I'd never do this with him again unless I need something else from him.

It doesn't change the fact that he's being unfaithful. His wife is probably at home eating dinner with their son and here he is stealing dirty pleasures from someone who's younger than his own child.

The Whitlocks are quite successful. He's the CEO of a corporation and his son is in the process of building his own business. Mr. Whitlock is a businessman before he's a husband. Before he's a father. That's why he's so willing to do this. That's why he's so willing to manipulate others to get what he wants.

I'm able to enjoy this the slightest bit. Mr. Whitlock is an attractive man and I prefer being on the bottom when I have s*x anyway, but it makes me wonder if straight men would agree to this as well.

Men like my father or his friends. Would they stoop so low as to ignore their s****l desires and cheat on their wives just to settle a deal?

Though I wish I could say 'no' with confidence, I know that my father is the same as me. The same as my mother. We do what we must, not what we want.

I moan louder and shout slightly when he gets more rough with me. The pleasure still outweighs the pain, but I can feel him thrusting into me so hard what our skin smacks together. His hands are gripping my waist tight enough that it will probably leave bruises.

"I'm close." He warns me. I can feel my stomach tightening too, so I know I'll c*m soon as well.

It feels so good, but I have to remind myself that it's just meant for his pleasure. The more I allow myself to feel, the worse this situation gets.

"W-Wait. Don't- ngh... ah!" I moan, trying to compose myself enough to get out my sentence.

He leans down to pant softly in my ear. "Don't what?"

"D-Don't c*m insi-" I'm cut off when he thrusts in harder, releasing inside of me before he could hear the rest of my request.

My stomach tightens as I let out one last moan and c*m on my chest. I relax back into the couch and pant, feeling from the pleasure.

"Too late I guess." He comments, pulling out before starting to throw his clothes back on.

I sit up, grabbing a few napkins to clean myself off with as he laughs softly. "You looked so timid at first, but I think you're suited for this, Spencer. Not everyone has what it takes to put up with men like me and like your father."

I frown and sigh, starting to put my clothes on while ignoring the gross feeling of his c*m dripping down my thighs.

"I'll talk to your father about the money. I'll make it 4 million since you're so good in bed." He smirks and sticks his hand out to me. I can see all over his face that he thinks he's so much better than me. "I've got to get going. My son, Dax, is waiting for me to have a meeting with him. It was quite literally a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Laurier."

I hate this. I hate the disgusting used feeling I have and the guilt that's still weighing on me. I hate knowing that it will be years of this before I'm in a position when these types of men need my help more than I need theirs. I hate knowing that my parents raised me just to be put in this position, and I hate businessmen like Mr. Whitlock.

As a matter of fact, I hate all businessmen, because they all use their power over others to get anything they want. Money, s*x, status. It doesn't matter to them.

Though most of all, I hate that I already know what I need to do. The only way to beat them is to be them and the only path to the top is through all of the men standing in my way.

I force a smile and stick my hand out to take his, giving it a firm shake. "Likewise, Mr. Whitlock."