Overload

Chip Daniels lounged behind his polished desk, eyes gleaming as he eyed the two fresh-faced applicants. Drew Gallagher, all lean muscle and nervous energy, shifted in his seat. Chris Chamberlain sat beside him, broad-shouldered and eager. Chip's voice dripped honeyed promises. 'The position's open,' he murmured, 'but it demands... commitment.' His gaze locked on Drew, tracing the curve of his slacks. With a sly smile, Chip beckoned them closer. Drew knelt first, cheeks flushing, as Chip's fingers deftly unzipped him. Irony twisted like a lover's knot—Drew's ass, that open position they craved, now splayed wide for Chip's probing touch. Fingers slick with lube circled the tight ring, then plunged in, stretching and teasing until Drew gasped, body arching. Chip reached for the dildo, thick and unyielding, easing it deep into the yielding heat. He fucked Drew slow at first, then harder, the toy's ridges dragging moans from those parted lips. Drew's hole warmed, slick and ready, clenching around the intrusion like a vice of velvet. Chris watched, cock straining against his pants, until Chip nodded. Rising, Chris freed his thick shaft, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself behind Drew, gripping those hips. One firm thrust, and he buried himself to the hilt, filling that prepped passage with pulsing heat. Drew cried out, pinned between them, as Chris began to pound, each drive a claim on the job—and the man—before him.