Julian Blackwell

"So what you're telling me is that there is nothing you can really offer me and you're basically a charity case?"

The raven-haired boy's eyes widen in shock, his mouth opening as if he as anything left to say to me. Kid tries to tell me that he doesn't have much experience but oh he really really needs this job. God, it's pathetic. This isn't the Salvation Army for employment. Now that may seem harsh but I'm running a business here, I don't have time to teach someone how to be my assistant.

"N-no sir I can-" I raise my hand to stop him. "Thank you for wasting my time, greatly appreciated but you can show yourself out thank you" I wave the boy off and ignore whatever irrelevant pleas come out of his mouth as I stand up to grab myself some coffee. My next interview isn't for another half hour so I have time to go all the way to the break room to get myself some coffee. I've gone through about sixteen people already and not one of them has been competent enough to do a job a simple as this. There was one person who I might have considered had he not reminded me of everything I tried to get away from when I left home for college. He was just too much honestly. Perfectionist, overachiever with his three-piece suit and hour-long presentation on why I should hire him. I definitely don't need another man like him in my life trying to tell me what to do and how to do my job.

Going into the break room everyone diverts their eyes, as they should. They probably know that I'm not in the best mood and don't want to deal with me. At least they know better. Some of them might tell you I'm a little intimidating to work for but when they get their paychecks every other week they're not complaining about how intimidating I am. It's just the dominant in me really. I'm used to being in control and sometimes when these guys piss me off the dominant in me breaks loose.

The break room might as well be a penthouse living room with how well I've got it set up but my favorite part about it is the coffee set up. There is practically a Starbucks in my break room and no one has to pay a stupid price for it. It's very beneficial for me because I add a lot to my coffee. My new assistant will have to learn exactly how I like my coffee. That is if I ever end up getting one. At this rate, I'll be lucky if I get one by the end of the week.

After grabbing my coffee I go back to my office and start looking over more applications and setting up more interviews since it's clear that I'm not going to find who I'm looking for today. I've got three interviews left and I'm honestly tempted to cancel all of them.

"Sir your next interview is here early would you like me to tell him to wait" Ava my head of marketing tells me as she peeks her head into my office. Great another overachiever.

"Yeah go ahead and send him in" I yell in response, leaning back in my chair with an annoyed sigh. Fifteen minutes. Who shows up to an interview fifteen minutes early? Five minutes sure, ten minutes a bit much, but fifteen? I hope he didn't think that would impress me because it most certainly did not.

Now I've seen a lot of men in my life, a lot of good looking men. In my own office, at the Devil's Oasis, hell just walking down the street. But none of them, not one, compared to the one that walks into my office. He didn't look like he was going to a job interview he looked like he was about to go hang out with his friends. He wore a simple leather jacket with a scarf around his neck and a pair of jeans. Jeans. Proper attire for an interview for McDonald's maybe. The way he showed up early I was expecting some quack in a tux or something.

But his face. His eyes. God he was beautiful, there are so many things that I would absolutely love to do to him. Like tie him to a chair in the corner of my office with a vibrator up his ass and leave him there while I work at my desk. I'd watch him beg me to cum with those pretty eyes because he wouldn't be able to beg with his mouth with a ball gag in it. Oh yeah, this one was mine.

"I'm Aiven it's nice to meet you, Mr. Blackwell," the man says as he takes his the seat in front of my desk, "Sorry I'm a little early my car broke down and now was the only time my friend could drop me off." I wave off his explanation and give him a small smile, I needed him to be comfortable with me.

"It's alright my last interview ended earlier than expected, actually I commend you for showing up earlier than you needed to," I tell him as I take the opportunity to really look him over. Aside from feeling bad for being a little early, he didn't seem to be nervous at all. In fact, he seemed to be eyeing me up just like I was him. Good.

Now I know it would be very inappropriate to get into a relationship with someone that I hired to work for me but it would be strictly sex and there would be no feelings attached. I would make sure that knew that. I've given up on real relationships, they're a lot of work that I don't have the time for and only being able to have sex with one person? No thanks. I've got a lot of different kinks and different tastes and one submissive couldn't possibly be able to satisfy all of those needs. Dixon for example, he's fun to play with but being suspended with rope is a hard limit for him but definitely something that I enjoy. That's why I have Evan, my little rope bunny, I can string him up in just about any position I want and have my way with him. But Evan doesn't like to be edged so I usually save that for one of the other subs. Each one satisfies a different need so I can't tie myself down to just one.

Wonder what the cutie in front of me is into.

"Well, I guess I should start off by saying that I've never done anything like this before but I have completed a few business classes and I passed them all with flying colors" the male states, bringing me out of my thoughts. Honestly, I couldn't care less about what his credentials were. A business student should be able to take calls, relay information and make a decent cup of coffee. Hell if all went well he'd probably end up spending most of his time giving me blow jobs underneath my desk.

"Well according to your application I think you're more than qualified. Just so you know this job will," I pause to think of a way to word what I'm thinking and not give away too much just yet, "test your limits in areas other than the ones that you've signed up for. Of course, you'll always have a way to opt-out but, I'm not so sure you'll want to."

Aiven's face makes no change but his eyes flare at my words and know that he understands what I'm trying to say to him. Good boy, he already knows what he's really here for. Now I know what you're thinking and no I did not put up a fake job listing just to get a new piece of ass in the office. I really did need a new assistant. But now I guess I've got both.

"Well I guess you should know then that I don't have very many limits, in fact, my partners in business of course, usually have more limits than I do. And I for, love to test limits as most of them find that their limits aren't exactly what they've believed them to be" he speaks slowly, his eyes locked with mine almost forcing me to look into them, unable to look away. We stare at one another for a few minutes, his eyes wild and daring and mine... I don't even know what mine have in them. This is definitely new. I've met some confident subs but this one? This one would be fun to tame.

I smile, he smiles with me.

"Well then I look forward to working with you. Your desk is right over there" I nod towards the mini office area in my office, "You start tomorrow, 8 a.m., don't be late."

His smile never waivers as he sits back in his seat, I never even noticed him scoot forward. "I wouldn't dream of it."

With that he stands up and holds his hand out for me to shake which I do as I stand up out of my own seat. He's got a firm grip for a guy with such small hands, or at least small hands compared to my own. His eyes meet mine again and I feel my body shudder at the look in them, he looks me over and bites his lip before he lets go of my hand. "Looking forward to working with you...sir" he winks at me before turning on his heels and walking out. My mouth hangs open slightly, as if I was going to respond and then just forgot what I was going to say.

Oh I was going to love playing with him. For now though I'll have to deal with the problem he left in my pants.

***

The bdsm part of the club opens at around 7:00 during the week but my best friend owns it so I can go in whenever I feel like it. He's always there anyways so I usually sit in his office with him until it opens if I've got nothing to do. Tonight, I've got nothing to do and that sub has been on my mind all day. So now I have to find myself a boy to play with as soon as the club opens. I'm feeling like having someone gag on my cock so I'll probably see when Dixon gets off an play with him. The little cutie is shy as hell but he'll let you do almost anything to him. Almost anything. He's a kinky little shit when he's comfortable, don't let his shyness fool you.

I knock on Marcus' door and walk in before he answers. He always complains that I never knock before I walk in. When I walk into the office Eli is in the corner in his dancer outfit, putting glitter just about everywhere. But I notice that he's facing the corner away from Marcus making me raise an eyebrow at the boy before I turn to my friend who's sitting in his seat glaring like an idiot at the back of Eli's head. I can't help but laugh causing Marcus to direct his glare to me. Normally my friend is very intimidating and his glares kill but right now he seems like an angry little kid.

My attention goes back to Eli as I close the door behind me. "What did you do" I question as I take my seat on the couch by Marcus' desk. Eli turns to me with pettiest look on his face, making sure his eyes are on me and me alone and not the grumpy man a few feet away from me.

"Daddy is mad because I said that he was being mean and told him that I don't plan on sucking him off tonight" the sub said proudly before turning back towards his mirror.

"How am I being mean!? All I said was he's a little scrawny to be a dom and it's true! The guy just looks like a sub" my very angry friend turns to me, "He's the kind of guy that you see in the street and go, 'I don't know if you're into BDSM or not but I can definitely see you with a collar around your neck kneeling at my feet'."

I look back and forth between the infuriated dom and the annoyed sub, confusion written all over my face. "What the hell is going on" I question, leaning back against the couch.

Eli looks back at Marcus giving him a 'you tell him' look before turning away from him again. If I know my friend like I think I do, and I do, then that boy is gonna be in for it tonight. Marcus lets out a sigh before turning towards me again.

"A new guy came in last week asking me to train him. Cute little guy, picture perfect submissive if you ask me. But the boy tells me that he wants me to train him to be a dom and of course I question if that's really what he wants. He seemed really sure of it though. Now you know I don't like to discriminate or anything like that but I can't see anyone here that would be willing to submit to him. And get this, he doesn't even wanna top he still wants to be on the bottom. Which again is totally valid but I don't know, I know my members and unless someone new pops up randomly out of nowhere he's gonna have a lot of sexless nights" Marcus explains to me while occasionally shooting looks towards Eli.

I nod slowly, not really sure how to respond. If that's what the guy was into that's what he was into and like my brother always says "there's someone for everyone".

"Dixicup is here. I'm gonna go get ready with him, let me know when you wanna stop being a closed minded asshole" Eli says suddenly as he grabs his bag and walks out of the room. My eyes widen a little at the sub's attitude and I don't even dare turn to look at Marcus. I can feel the anger, that is no longer playful, radiating off of him. If I know my friend like I think I do, and I do, then that boy is in for it tonight. And Dixon is about to get an earful.

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