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Patreon Compilation – Fic#347 – Bernheim/OC – exhibitionism – After Hours
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 06:51:12 +0000 UTCBernheim/OC – King's Raid – Bernheim is regularly getting fucked by the boss of his company. Only this time his fiancee calls him right in the middle of it and he is very torn about the whole thing.
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Bernheim’s eyes flick to his phone when it goes off the second time. His fingers twitch. he wants to answer, he knows she’ll be worrying herself sick right now, but he can’t. He can’t. Not when he’s bent over the CEO’s desk, getting thick, rough fingers shoved into his ass. They’re unrelenting and mean and pressing so harshly against his prostate that stars keep exploding in front of his eyes and his nerve endings feel like they’re on fire.
He tries not to accidentally kick out.
“Hm,” Mister Black hums. His chair despite being probably worth more than an entire month of Bernheim’s salary, creaks ominously as he leans forward and peers at the screen of the phone. “That one is persistent. Who is it?”
Bernheim keeps his eyes clenched shut. Maybe this way this whole encounter will turn out to be just a figment of his overactive imagination. Maybe he’ll wake up in his cubicle, his report half done and his cock half hard sitting in the warm mess he’ll have made in his underwear.
His throat spasms as he tries to swallow down the saliva suddenly pooling in his mouth.
“F-F-Fiancee,” he gets out, almost a whisper.
Mister Black is quiet for a second, then stands abruptly, his heavy chair catapulted across the room. He leans over Bernheim, his fingers still unrelenting, still mean, still making his breath come in short, wheezing little gasps and his thoughts scatter like skittish little butterflies. He can’t even summon enough brain cells to pray for forgiveness.
“Eh? Did I hear that right? Fiancee? As in… a woman?”
Bernheim opens his eyes despite himself. Black is hovering in the corner of his eyes. He is unfairly handsome. He’s got a prominent scar against his temple. It matches Bernheim’s car across the bridge of his nose. It was the reason that the big-shot CEO ever even noticed him.
Paid attention to him.
Asked him – no ordered him – into his office late at night when most of everyone else has already gone back home. Not Bernheim, though. He’s dedicated. He’s always dedicated.
To his religion. To his company.
To his… fiancee…
“Fuck, pick it up, pick it up!” There’s an excited edge to Black’s voice now. His eyes are wide and he looks a little manic. A little deranged.
Bernheim’s hand twitches toward the phone but his mouth whispers: “I need… I n-need a moment. Sir.”
“What for? Aw now she’s hung up. Call her back. I want to hear her sweet little voice while I have her fiance on my cock. You’re not going to let her know, right? That you’re spreading your legs for your boss?”
That’s putting it mildly. He’s more like Bernheim’s boss’ boss’ boss’ boss. Something along those lines. He’s high up. He’s at the top. Bernheim is nobody but that has never bothered him. He is devout. He is faith…ful…
He whimpers as he grabs the phone with shaky hands and pulls it close. There’s no need to try and refuse. Black has got him by the throat. He’s got everything on him. He tells Bernheim to spread his legs, and Bernheim asks how far… or something like that.
His brain is all scrambled and hot and there are tears pricking at the corners of his eyes because Black’s fingers are still on his prostate, still rubbing tiny, mind numbing circles into it because he admitted once that he likes the way Bernheim clenches on him. He always feels like a virgin; all skittish and tight and trembling. According to Black, at least. Bernheim wouldn’t know.
While the call is ringing through, he bites his knuckles and starts drooling. Black has stopped his relentless assault on his prostate but instead he is just rubbing along Bernheim’s silky, slick walls. Slowly out. Slowly back in. He’s fucking him on only two of his fingers but everything is nice and wet and hot and Bernheim knows… he knows… he knows he will-
“Honey?” Her voice is so soft and sweet when the call connects. It sounds so far away through the blood rushing relentlessly in his ears. He can hear Black exhaling roughly behind him and is afraid that she might hear, but she just barrels on so she probably didn’t hear anything.
“Where are you? I was so worried!”
“I uh…” He closes his eyes, swallows thickly, clears his throat. He sounds so fucked out, oh Lord, she’s going to catch on in an instant. There’s no doubt about it. She’s not dumb. Not dumb at all. She’s sweet and kind and she loves him and he is getting fucked by his boss across his desk-
“I had to stay late,” he says softly, almost whispering into his phone. He’s clutching it with both hands because his palms are so sweaty it starts to slip even with the desperate grip he has on the case.
She’s quiet for a moment. Bernheim starts to freak out wondering if she can somehow hear Black sliding into him. If she can hear the wet shlk of his cock pushing deeper and spreading Bernheim’s muscles and how his heart is thumping right at the base of his throat. His eyes roll into his skull. His mouth opens, tongue out against his bottom lip.
He’s trying not to pant.
“Well?” her voice says after the silence has drawn on long enough. She sounds exasperated. “Are you coming home now? I’ve told you I’d cook and it’s getting cold…”
He winces. Lord, she did say that this morning when she kissed him on the cheek goodbye and gently ghosted her fingers across the scar on his nose. She’d smiled at him all sweet and docile and he smiled back and thanked her profusely and promised he’d… he’d promised he’d be there on time.
His stomach drops. Black keeps fucking him from behind, making him feel all nauseous. Making him feel like his cock is rubbing quite literally up against his stomach. Jostling around his insides. Jostling around his thoughts because he can’t think straight. He keeps loosing his grip on the phone. He keeps losing track of time.
Her voice comes again and this time she sounds mildly alarmed: “Bernheim, are you okay? You sound like you’re… like you’re having a stroke or something. Are you still at the company? I will call an ambulance for you-”
Mister Black’s hips jerk, the sharp slap only muffled by the pants he’s barely pulled down Bernheim’s ass. His hand comes down on the nape of Bernheim’s neck, fingers digging in hard enough to nearly make him hiss in pain. The message is clear, and Bernheim scrambles to find the correct combination of words to make her calm down.
“I… I, n-no. No, I’m sorry, I’m just… it was a long day and I’ve been struggling with a migraine-” And a fat cock up his ass. His boss’ fat cock up his ass almost nightly for two weeks straight because for some reason Mister Black keeps calling him back in. Keeps making him lean over the desk and spread his ass with both hands. Keeps making him say that he loves his boss’ cock and that he loves getting forced into this and that he loves-
“I’ll finish up soon,” he says hastily, his voice squeezing into a higher register as his boss presses down on the back of his neck and moves his hips faster. More punishing. Really laying into him and getting the little items all around the desk to jostle in a rhythmic and damning way. Bernheim’s anxiety ratchets up a notch. He tries to finish the phone call quickly.
“I-I’ll be home in an hour! See you-”
“No, wait,” she interrupts him. Her voice is still sweet but there’s a bit of hardness now underneath. She can tell something is up. He knows she can. She’s not an idiot. Not like Bernheim is. Oh Lord, he’s such a mess. His insides keep clenching on Black’s cock. His hole keeps squeezing him and holding him and trying to keep him nice and warm inside his silky hot guts despite his brain telling him that he should just lie there like a fish and be done with it. To be as little entertaining as possible so this won’t happen again.
“Something is wrong,” she continues now, heedless of anything going on in Bernheim’s head. Which isn’t much, if he is being honest. He’s dumb and ignorant. He always is when he’s getting fucked. He gets this… this deer in headlights look. Black told him. He said it was cute. Right before forcing Bernheim down on his knees and his cock so deep down his throat that he’d choke, tears at the corners of his eyes-
“Call in sick,” she demands, the steel in her voice softening just a little. “I’ll hop in the car and get you.”
“No,” he says, weak, getting pushed across the desk by Black’s thrusts. They are deep and self-indulgent; pulling out almost all the way before sliding right back in. Making him feel like he can taste it in the back of his spasming throat. “It’s too dark, it’s not safe…”
“Bernheim,” she says gently, scolding. “Pack your things up and get down in front of the main entrance. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
She hangs up, mercifully.
Black chuckles. He leans over him, breath hot and wet against Bernheim’s glowing ear.
“Better make me come quick then, huh? Don’t want her to come charing in here looking for her fiance…”
Bernheim shudders. He clenches down, a spike of arousal shooting through him and making his cock dribble where it is caught still in his underwear. He hates how close he is to coming.
He hates even more how much he loves his boss’ cock.
