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Francesco stretched and arched his back, feeling the tension melt away from his muscles. His massive cock, thick and pulsing with heat, brushed against his thigh as he rose from his desk. The fabric of his work clothes strained against the weight and girth of his manhood, a reminder of the morning's intense arousal. He had spent hours responding to work emails, but his mind kept drifting back to Roberto's eager submission beneath him. A quick glance at the clock reminded him that it was time for lunch, a welcome break from the pressures of the office.
As he made his way to the cafe next to the studio he worked at, Francesco's phone buzzed with a message from his girlfriend, Giulia. "Hey babe, can't wait for our date night ;)"
Francesco smiled and sent back a quick affirmative reply. He and Giulia had been together for nearly two years now, their relationship comfortable and familiar. She was beautiful, intelligent, and kind - everything he should want in a partner. Yet today, he found his thoughts straying more and more to Roberto. Shaking off the troubling thoughts, Francesco focused on today's menu at the cafe.
Francesco settled into a corner table at the cafe, his mind still swirling with thoughts of Roberto. As he waited for his order, he found himself pulling out his phone and scrolling through their messages again. The raw exposure in Roberto's words stirred something deep within him.
He paused on the photo Roberto had sent that morning - muscular body kneeling submissively, "Francesco's property" scrawled across his chest. Francesco's cock twitched with interest, straining against the confines of his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of his arousal in the public setting.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message from Roberto:
"Sir, I hope I'm not bothering you. I just wanted to report that I've followed your instructions faithfully. Every time I've used the bathroom today, I've looked down at my pathetic excuse for a cock and reminded myself of my inadequacy."
Francesco's breath caught as he read Roberto's message. His cock throbbed insistently, demanding attention. He typed back:
"Good boy. I'm pleased to see you following orders so obediently. Tell me more about how it's making you feel."
Roberto's reply came swiftly: "Thank you, Sir. It's been... intense. Every time I look down at my inadequate little penis, I'm acutely aware of how inferior I am compared to your magnificent manhood. It fills me with a mix of shame and arousal. I can't stop thinking about you and my place as your property."
Francesco shifted in his seat, his massive cock straining painfully against his pants. He glanced around furtively, making sure no one could see his phone screen before responding:
"That's exactly how you should feel, pet. Your pathetic excuse for a cock exists only as a reminder of your inferiority. But tell me, how is this affecting your work? Are you able to focus?"
Roberto's reply came quickly: "To be honest, Sir, I'm struggling to concentrate. Every time I use the bathroom or have a moment alone, I find myself whispering 'I belong to Francesco.' It's like you're constantly in my head."
Francesco felt a surge of arousal at Roberto's words. The power he held over this man was irresistible.
Roberto added: "I had an important client meeting earlier and could barely focus. All I could think about was you and my place as your property. I keep catching myself unconsciously adopting a more submissive posture. It's like my body knows its true purpose now."
Francesco's breath caught as he read Roberto's message. His member pulsed insistently against the fabric of his trousers.
With shallow breaths, he typed back: "Good boy. I'm pleased to see my control over you growing stronger. Your body knows its true purpose now - to serve and please me. But remember, you still have responsibilities in your everyday life. I don't want you neglecting your work or arousing suspicion."
He paused, considering his next words carefully. Part of him wanted to push Roberto further, to test the limits of his submission. But another part, the part that still clung to his identity as a straight man, urged caution.
"For the rest of the day, I want you to focus on your work," Francesco continued. "Prove to me that you can be my obedient pet while still being a competent professional."
Somehow Francesco knew this was more than just a game now, and felt a growing sense of responsibility for Roberto's wellbeing.
"If you can prove to me that you can balance your submission with your work responsibilities, I'll be very pleased," Francesco typed. "I want my pet to be successful in all aspects of life. For now, focus on your job. We'll continue our conversation this evening."
Roberto's reply came swiftly: "Yes Sir, I understand. I'll do my best to focus on work while still honoring my submission to you. Thank you for your guidance."
He hit send, then set his phone aside with a shaky exhale. Francesco's mind was reeling. The intensity of his desire for Roberto was unlike anything he'd experienced before. It went beyond mere lust or the thrill of domination. There was a deepening emotional connection that both excited and scared him.
As he ate his lunch, Francesco found his thoughts drifting to Giulia. Sweet, beautiful Giulia who loved him unconditionally. Who had stood by him through difficult times and supported his career. He pictured her smile, the warmth of her embrace. What would she think if she knew about his interactions with Roberto? The guilt gnawed at him, mingling uncomfortably with his arousal.
Francesco shook his head, trying to clear his troubled thoughts. He was straight, he reminded himself firmly. His relationship with Roberto was just online fun, a way to stroke his ego and explore some hidden desires. It didn't have to mean anything deeper. As he walked back to his office, he found himself unconsciously adjusting his pants to accommodate his semi-erect state. The memory of Roberto's eager submission kept intruding on his attempts to focus on work.
Back at his desk, Francesco tried to lose himself in his designs. He had a major project due soon and needed to finalize some key elements. But his concentration kept slipping, his thoughts returning again and again to Roberto. He wondered what the submissive man was doing right now. Was he thinking of Francesco as he went about his day? Was he struggling to focus on his own work, distracted by thoughts of submission and inadequacy?
Francesco's cock twitched with interest at the mental image of Roberto squirming at his desk, desperately trying to concentrate while acutely aware of the words written across his chest. With a frustrated sigh, Francesco pushed away from his desk and headed to the restroom. He needed a moment to collect himself and regain his composure. As he stood at the urinal, Francesco's eyes were drawn to his impressive member. Even soft, it hung heavily between his legs, a testament to his superior masculinity.
Francesco couldn't help but compare his size to Roberto's more modest endowment. The submissive man's admission of inadequacy echoed in his mind: "My little button is so pathetic compared to your magnificent cock, Sir."
A shiver of arousal ran through Francesco's body. His cock began to swell, responding to the memory of Roberto's eager submission. He quickly finished his business and zipped up, not wanting to draw attention to his growing erection.
Francesco turned to leave the restroom, but as he reached for the door handle, a powerful urge overtook him. His massive cock throbbed insistently, demanding attention. In a hurry, he ducked into the nearest stall, locking the door behind him.
He unzipped his pants, freeing his impressive member. It sprang forth eagerly, already swelling to its full, awe-inspiring size. Francesco leaned back against the stall door, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft.
As he stroked himself slowly, Francesco closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. He pictured Roberto on his knees before him, looking up with a mixture of fear and adoration. In his mind's eye, he saw himself gripping that short black hair, forcing Roberto's face closer to his pulsing member.
"Open wide, you pathetic little bitch," Francesco growled in his imagination. "It's time you learned what a real man's cock feels like."
Francesco's breath quickened as he lost himself in the fantasy. He could almost feel Roberto's warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin, hear the submissive man's whimpers of desire. His hand moved faster along his shaft, precum beading at the tip.
"That's it, you pathetic little bitch," Francesco growled under his breath. "Worship your superior's cock."
In his mind, he saw Roberto's full lips parting, stretching wide to accommodate Francesco's impressive girth. He imagined the tight, wet heat of Roberto's mouth enveloping him, while forcing his massive cock deeper into the submissive man's throat, feeling him gag and struggle to take it all.
"That's it, choke on it," Francesco growled under his breath. "Show me how badly you need my superior cock."
His free hand cupped his heavy balls, squeezing gently as he neared his peak. In his mind, Roberto looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, silently begging for more. His hips bucked involuntarily, fucking into his tight fist as if it were Roberto's willing mouth.
Francesco's breath came in ragged gasps as he neared his climax. His massive cock pulsed violently in his grip, veins bulging along the thick shaft. In his mind, Roberto gagged and choked as Francesco forced himself deeper, tears streaming down the submissive man's face.
"Take it all," Francesco growled, his hips bucking wildly. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."
He could almost feel Roberto's throat constricting around him, hear the muffled whimpers of desire. The fantasy was so vivid, so all-consuming, that Francesco lost himself completely in the moment.
With a guttural roar, Francesco reached his peak. His cock erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering against the stall door. Each pulse sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body. His massive member throbbed and twitched, pumping out an impressive volume of seed.
Francesco's entire body shuddered as his orgasm overtook him. His legs trembled, threatening to give out as he leaned heavily against the stall door. Cum continued to spurt from his pulsing cock, coating his fingers and dripping onto the floor.
As the intensity of his climax began to ebb, Francesco became acutely aware of his surroundings. The harsh fluorescent lighting, the faint smell of disinfectant, the muffled sounds of the office beyond the bathroom door. Reality came crashing back, leaving him feeling oddly vulnerable and exposed.
With shaking hands, Francesco cleaned himself up as best he could. He tucked his still-sensitive cock back into his pants, wincing slightly at the contact. As he exited the stall on unsteady legs, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
His face was flushed, his hair disheveled. There was a wild look in his eyes that he barely recognized. For a moment, Francesco hardly knew the man staring back at him. What was happening to him? How had he let himself get so carried away?
As he washed his hands, scrubbing them perhaps more vigorously than necessary, Francesco's mind raced. The intensity of his desire for Roberto was unlike anything he'd experienced before. It went beyond mere lust or the thrill of domination. There was a deepening emotional connection that both excited and terrified him.
Francesco splashed cold water on his face, trying to regain his composure. He had to get himself under control. This thing with Roberto was spiraling into dangerous territory. He was straight, he reminded himself firmly. He had a girlfriend he loved. This was just online fun, nothing more.
But as he dried his hands and straightened his tie, Francesco couldn't shake the lingering arousal. The memory of Roberto's eager submission, the fantasy of dominating him completely, still sent shivers down his spine.
With a deep, steadying breath, Francesco exited the bathroom. He squared his shoulders, plastering on a mask of professional confidence. He had work to do.