Multinational seeks commercial 2 - I'm your dog

He stood up from the chair, took off his tie as if it were burning him, and turned to make sure with a glance that the office floor was empty. The fabric of his white shirt opened like a curtain, revealing a torso that seemed sculpted to intimidate and seduce. His chest was wide, hard, covered by a layer of black and curly hair that extended from the base of his throat to where his pants barely contained the rest of his body. Each muscle was defined, not like those of a gym model, but with the ruggedness of someone who has worked their strength with relentless discipline. The pectorals, firm and prominent, tensed with each breath, the hair damp with a slight shine of sweat that captured the light of the office and made my mouth dry. His nipples were large and fleshy. His abdominals were not those of a bodybuilder, but those of a man who carries power in every centimeter of his body: hard, slightly marked, with that touch of flesh that made them real, palpable, and irresistibly sexy. My eyes continued to descend, scanning his body. When he moved, coming out from behind the desk, the muscles of his torso flexed, a almost animal movement that released a warm, salty smell, a smell of male sweat that hit me like a punch. His sides, wide and robust, seemed capable of crushing me if he wanted to, and the veins that emerged under the skin of his arms, where they joined his torso, pulsed with an energy that made me feel small, exposed, but incredibly alive. Every centimeter of that torso screamed control, power, and a promise of something raw and limitless that had me on the edge of collapse, with my cock throbbing and my breathing a mess.

—You like what you see, don't you, piece of shit? —he growled, his voice resonating in his chest like a deep echo, as he leaned towards me, letting the heat of his skin envelop me. With a quick gesture, almost without me realizing it, his massive hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of the chair, pushing me down roughly, forcing me to kneel on the floor in front of him, a palm's distance from his virility.

—Now do what I told you, subordinate, take off my pants and my briefs —he ordered, without giving me a chance to reply.

My hands trembled like they were made of gelatin as I unbuttoned Andrés' belt, the leather creaking under my clumsy fingers. The sound of the buckle opening made Andrés smile, as if he knew everything that was going to happen next in detail.

Inside my head, there was a voice reminding me how damn out of place all this was. But I couldn't stop. His dark eyes and wicked smile pierced me, demanding obedience, and my cock, hard as a rock, throbbed and jumped as if my heart had moved to my crotch, betraying my heterosexuality with each beat.

I unbuttoned the belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His enormous cock strained the briefs to the maximum, you could notice a large volume, it was the biggest cock I had ever seen, I didn't have mu...