Lovers and Takers by Katherine Cachitorie

?   But he only smiled.   Especially now that Troy had come.   “I’ll get on it,” he said, looking beyond Aubrey at the Adonis that had just entered his office.   Aubrey looked back too, and when he saw Troy he remembered him.   Very young, very good looking, very eager to please.   Troy Brackston, Aubrey thought, was a young man who made sure everybody remembered him.   He was so pretty, with his jet black skin and big bright smile, that it was hard to forget him.
    “Hello, Mr. Varnadore,” Troy said with that bright smile as Aubrey made his way toward the exit.
    “How are you?” Aubrey asked.
    “I’m wonderful!   Very kind of you to ask.”
    “Later, Druce,” Aubrey said and headed out.   When he glanced back, Druce’s full attention had already shifted to his guest, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
    And within minutes of Aubrey’s departure, after Troy turned in the desk reports he had to submit, Druce smiled.
    “Lock the door,” he said.
    Troy smiled, too, although he was dreading this encounter.   But he did what he had to do.   When he arrived behind Druce’s desk, he assumed the position.
    Druce was so anxious to get his dick inside of Troy that he didn’t even bother to unbuckle his pants.   He simply zipped them down and pulled it out.  
    Troy’s pants were down to his knees as he leaned over, both hands flat on the desk, and endured the humiliation once again.   He wished Aubrey Varnadore was interested, because there was a man more to his taste.   But every time he tried to hold any kind of conversation with Aubrey, he’d smile and acknowledge him, but he’d keep walking as if he didn’t have time for the likes of him.   Which gave him no choice but to suck up to trailer park trash like Druce.
    And he pounded Troy like a man who didn’t care.   He pounded him so hard, with no prepping whatsoever, that Troy’s small body was ramming against the desk with each hard pounce.  
    Troy wanted to scream.   He wanted to scream for him to hurry the fuck up so he can go on with his day.   He hated this shit!   He hated it with a passion!   But Druce was notorious for wanting it sometimes three, four times a day, and apparently today would be no exception.
    And he took forever, pounding and pounding and whispering all of his sickening sex talk in Troy’s ear.   And Troy took it.   He endured the pain and humiliation and took it.   Until the knob of the locked office door could be heard turning.   And then someone was unlocking the door.
    Druce quickly snatched out, his pre-cum slinging out too, and he whipped his still erect manhood back into his pants. He moved with a desperate swiftness toward the opening door.   Troy, with absolutely no time to do anything else, quickly sat in the chair behind the desk, his pants still around his ankles, his ass still stinging from Druce’s pounding.
    It was Pam, peering in first and then, on seeing Druce coming toward her, grinning and coming on in.   “There you are!” she said in her usual cheerfulness.
    “Hey, babe,” Druce said, kissing her grandly as soon as he reached her, and then zipping his fly with one hand as he did.   Troy considered standing and pulling up his pants, but he couldn’t.   Pam’s eyes were opened as Druce kissed her, and they were staring unblinkingly at him.
    “You’re a sight for the sore eye, girl,” Druce said when he finished kissing her.   “But I was in a serious meeting, babe.   That’s why the door was locked.”
    “But I have a key,” Pam said with a smile, showing the key.
    Druce was amazed by that.   How did that bitch get a key to his office?   But he didn’t show his irritation.   “So how are you?   What brings you here?”
      “Who is that?” she wanted to know, motioning toward Troy.
    Druce turned around, hoping Troy had enough sense to get himself together.   He was surprised to see him seated behind his desk.   “That’s one of my assistants,” he said,