LAWYER FAVORS
The office was too clean. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made the poor man feel small. He stood by the desk, hands tight at his sides, jacket worn thin. The lawyer sat across from him, perfect suit, perfect posture. Calm eyes. Expensive watch.
“You came back,” the lawyer said. His voice was steady, but something underneath it trembled.
“I need help,” the man said. “I didn’t do it.”
The lawyer stood. He was taller than the man expected. Broad shoulders under the suit. When he walked around the desk, his shoes clicked slow on the floor, like he wanted each step to be heard.
“I’ll take your case,” the lawyer said. “But not for free.”
The man stiffened. “I don’t have money.”
“I know.” The lawyer loosened his tie. Just a little. “That’s not what I want.”
Silence stretched. The lawyer’s eyes dropped, not shy, but hungry in a strange way.
“I want you,” he said plainly. “To use me.”
The man laughed once, nervous. “You’re joking.”
The lawyer shook his head. He slipped off his jacket, folded it neatly. Then his tie. His shirt came open, button by button, slow. Underneath, his body was hard, tight, nothing like his calm face. When he knelt, the sound of his knees on the carpet felt loud.
The man didn’t move.
The lawyer leaned forward and pressed his face near the man’s shoes. He breathed them in. His hands rested on his thighs. Waiting.
“You don’t have to,” the lawyer said softly. “But I need this.”
The man swallowed. Power crept up his spine, warm and shocking. He lifted one foot, pressed it lightly against the lawyer’s chest. The lawyer shivered.
“That okay?” the man asked.
“Yes,” the lawyer breathed. “Please.”
From there, it was messy. Clumsy. The lawyer followed every touch, every rough command. He liked being told what to do. Liked being pushed back, guided, held down by someone who had nothing—except control in that moment.
The man unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. The lawyer's eyes widened, but he didn't look away. "Suck it," the man commanded, his voice rough with newfound confidence. The lawyer obeyed, taking him into his mouth, his lips soft and eager.
The man gripped the lawyer's hair, guiding his movements, setting a brutal pace. The lawyer moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down the man's spine. He could feel the power surging through him, a heady rush of control and desire.
With a final, harsh thrust, the man came, his release spilling onto the lawyer's face. The lawyer stayed still, his eyes closed, cum dripping down his cheek. The man watched, a sense of triumph and humiliation mingling in his chest.
Later, the man stood by the window, fixing his clothes. The lawyer stayed on the floor, flushed, breathing hard, eyes bright.
“I’ll win your case,” he said. “You can come back anytime.”
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