Torture and Pleasure - Gay BDSM Seduction- Erotica

A late evening at the office has a surprising reward.
Excerpt:

My head was spinning as I went to do as he had commanded. What was he going to do? Visions of him smashing in my face with his fists danced through my head, and I wondered if I should just take off and hope that it would all blow over when he sobered up. But a saner part of me decided that he wouldn't do anything as stupid as physically assaulting me. Most likely he just wanted to yell at me and wanted to make sure no one would overhear and possibly interrupt his tirade.

I closed and locked the door and turned around, unsure what to do next. He decided for me. "Now come over here and do exactly what I tell you, do you understand cocksucker?" he said, not quite yelling.

I was shocked by his tone and the implied insult in the term ‘cocksucker', but also found myself kind of excited by it. I walked around his desk and stood before him, waiting for his instructions. He swiveled his chair around so that he was facing me and said "On your knees!"

I got down on my knees in front of him and looked up at him. I was so upset by the whole encounter that I was literally shaking from the adrenaline rush that had been caused by my shock and fear of what might happen next. To my horror, I started to feel tears well up in my eyes and blinked rapidly to try and keep them from spilling over and having him notice.

He looked down at me and said "If you are a good boy and do exactly what I tell you, we'll just pretend like this never happened. If you don't, then I will make life very difficult for you going forward. Understood?"

"Yes sir" I stammered, "I'll do anything you say."

"Good boy. Now, take off my shoes."

I licked my lips, and took a deep breath, again wondering where this was going, but I also started to relax a bit, reasoning that if he were going to beat me black and blue, he would've started in on me by now. With that realization, I also started to feel my cock stir in my pants as I realized that the situation, without the apparent anger that had started the exchange, was very similar to many of the fantasies about him that I had played through my mind during my many jack-off sessions. He couldn't know that I had a thing for feet, and had dreamed of taking off his shoes at the end of a long day, and massaging them.

"Good boy" he said, "Now, sit down, put my feet in your lap and massage them for me."

"Yes sir!" I said, hardly believing what was happening. I sat down cross legged, and placed his feet in my lap. I lifted his right foot, and began massaging it with both hands.

"Ahhh, that feels great!" he said as he took another long swig from his beer, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I kept massaging his foot, trying my best to do a good job, working my way slowly from his Achilles tendon forward to his arch, and finally his toes, twisting and pulling on each in turn and carefully massaging in-between each one. From time to time, he moaned softly, and would say "yeah, that's it, that feels SO good."

His head was lying back on his chair, his eyes closed, so I chanced taking the opportunity to bend my head down and kiss his foot gently as I continued to massage it. The smell of leather mingled with the not unpleasant muskiness of his foot as I kissed it caused my cock to harden to complete rigidity in my pants. I lifted my head to glance at him again—his eyes were still closed—and removed one hand to adjust my cramped cock to a more comfortable position inside my pants.