Frank and Kyle Promotions 02

Marcus

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The long halls of Frank’s house made Marcus a bit nervous. He’d never been inside something this large before. Each hall seemed to stretch longer than his entire house. However he tried to stay confident. It’s not like Frank was a bad owner. He just liked to make sure everything was going well. The slightly hands off approach he took made it easier for all the workers to get their work done. While Derrick was still the one ‘in charge.’ Everyone who worked there knew that wasn’t the case however the small servile man was so easy to control that they didn’t want to deal with anyone else.

Especially someone like Frank, if he was angry. Everyone in the shop knew to appease Derrick so they didn’t have to mess with Frank. However Marcus wasn’t sure why he’d be called inside away from the party. Obviously Frank threw the get together for everyone’s hard work over the year but it was just a little strange that he wouldn’t be enjoying it with everyone else. Marcus tried not to think about it. The mysterious air around Frank could drive anyone mad and he didn’t want to think about it too much.

“Afternoon,” Marcus said stiffly as he stood in the doorway. Derrick rushed into the room as Frank turned around. Marcus couldn’t help but be a little jealous of his boss. Even though Frank was closing in on forty looked so much younger. He was closing in on 40 but looked like he would be far older than his boss. ‘Money…’ Marcus kept the thought to himself as he looked over his boss.

“Come in. Come in,” Frank smiled at Marcus. “No reason to be anxious. I just needed to talk to you about a few things. And then we’ll go right back down with everyone else.”

“Ok?” Marcus questioned. Frank wasn’t known for purposefully meeting with any of the employees. Everything was supposed to go through Derrick. Marcus’ skepticism kept him a bit weary of what might be in store for him. “What did you want to talk about?”

“You,” Frank laughed. It was friendly but Marcus couldn’t feel at ease when he heard it. There was a level of tension between them that he couldn’t quite shake. Marcus presented a fake laugh to make it seem like they were closer than they actually were. “I’m sorry… I guess this is still a bit uncomfortable. I just need to clear up a few things before we start talking about a promotion.”

“A promotion!?” Marcus’ tune suddenly changed. “What do you mean a promotion?”

“Well… It’s come to my attention that Derrick here has been keeping a few secrets from me about you’re current performance at work but now that some new things have come to light I need to know whether or not you deserve it.”

Marcus leaned back in his chair again. ‘What new things could he be talking about? And what would Derrick have kept from him?’ He never felt like he was a particularly amazing worker. He just went in, did the job and went home. Nothing that really drove him to do better. Sure he had ideas, who doesn’t, but he didn’t think it would lead to a promotion. “Ok. What would you like to know?” he said. The desperation for the promotion outweighed any fear he currently had. If he got it, life may be more bearable.

“All business when talking business,” Frank chuckled. “I like that. So let’s just start at the beginning. You started here at 16, right after you had your son. You had accidentally knocked up a girl at a party you weren’t supposed to be at but when finding out you decided you needed to take responsibility. Derrick hired you on cause he thought you were a good kid and you kept working for him. Is that right?”

“How do you…?” Marcus started off saying but realized that all of it should have been in the notes. Something about it seemed a little wrong though. Like he had already graduated or something. But knowing Derrick was prone to keeping far more than he ever needed. And most of the small town knew of his escapades. It was a stupid party he shouldn’t have been at. He got drunk and the first girl feeling him up. He didn’t get that kind of attention often so he wasn’t thinking straight. “Yes…” he conceded.

“It’s alright. We were all young once. It’s just too bad it affected you’re life so much. It looks like you had a pretty promising prospect to play college football. And if you hadn’t had Stan then you could have probably gone pro. If you didn’t want your son you could have had a much better life. If you could make him go away would you?” Frank mused. 

Marcus let out a bit of a growl at the thought. “I’d never,” his tone went deep with a heavy side of anger. Even if he had changed his entire life to be around his child he would never have conceived the thought. Even through the pain there was a sense of joy he’d had whenever he was able to see his son. Those short bursts were enough to make all the hours he worked worth it. 

“Of course. Of course,” Frank sounded a bit defensive. “I know the feeling. It was just a question.” He shuffled his notes and put on a fake smile again. “Sorry about that. Too personal. I can be a bit bad about that sometimes. But let’s continue. Since you couldn’t go to college it looks like you spent a lot of hours here. You must have made quite a bit even as a high school student. And then judging by your body you’ve spent many hours at the gym too. You must love the time you spend there.” 

Marcus relaxed again at the complement. He did. Even though he couldn’t ever go pro in football he still wanted to maintain a pretty good body. He couldn’t deny that lifting the weights in the gym helped him relax. It was the perfect stress reliever and gave him a pretty nice body too. Even though he'd entered his thirties people thought he looked like his son's brother. He'd always thought it was a bit of a cheesy pick up line but wasn't afraid to use it to his advantage.

“Must be where you’re son gets it,” Frank chuckled. “But I get why you don’t wear sleeves. Rather cumbersome. This party was supposed to be a little more ‘formal’ but I don’t mind the sleeveless shirt and workout pants. They’re just really expensive and hard to find that fit a body like yours. What are you like 250? 260? Judging by those 20 inch arms I’d bet 270. And at 6’6” that’s really impressive. Those bodybuilding competitions you do instead must make you feel amazing.”

Suddenly Marcus felt really uncomfortable in the chair he was sitting in. It was like all the weight around his midsection was going to different parts of his body. Like the fat in his arms were toning up and becoming more dense. He shifted his legs trying to give his penis a little more room but the arms of the chair only let his legs spread so far. He scooted forward trying to ease the discomfort. “I guess,” he blushed at the thought of his personal activities. The other guys at the shop knew. It’s not like it was a secret. But usually they made fun of him for not being able to touch his shoulders, instead of complementing him.

“Sure it does. You must love it when they’re telling you how good you look. Those thick shoulders and tapered waist. Two solid pecs that push any shirt to its limit with a six pack I’m sure you only get to see in the mirror. And those thighs… I bet you haven’t worn jeans in years. Just trying to find a pair that could go around those thick muscles without the waist being ten inches wider than you need. I bet it’s almost impossible.”

Marcus blushed again. The complements were genuine but he still felt weird hearing them from his boss. “Thanks,” he put his hand behind his head trying to ease some of the discomfort but flexed his bicep almost out of instinct.

“But we still need to talk about the promotion,” Frank went back to what he was originally called in for. With how much they’d been talking he’d almost completely forgot. Marcus nodded. “It’s come to my attention that Derrick hasn’t been giving you the full raises that you were originally promised and has instead been paying you a different way.”

“Huh?” Marcus didn’t know what Frank was talking about. He always thought he was getting the full amount. 

“Do I have to say it,” Frank asked. There was a smile trying to creep out as he asked the question. It only lasted a second. “Fine. Derrick has recently brought to my attention that instead of fulfilling your raises he’s been sucking you off or allowing you to fuck him. He said it started when your baby momma left but I have a feeling it was before that…”

A flood of memories shot through Marcus’ head of Derrick doing all that for him. He could remember so many times where they were alone. So many times where he was on top of that small man. He begged. He pleaded. He just couldn’t get enough of Marcus’ cock. And then he gave in. They had gotten drunk one night and out of a fit of pure horniness he gave into Derrick’s fantasy. “It’s not…!” Marcus tried to defend himself but Frank held up his hand.

“It’s alright. I know his type. And if you were able to keep it from me this long, I assume no one else knows either. So just try to keep it that way,” Frank said. “However, it’s still highly problematic that he was trying to save money this way. I don’t care if you agreed to it, I can’t allow it. So I’m going to be giving you all the raises you were supposed to have. And since I can’t trust him to run the place by himself, I need you to be in charge too. You will still ‘be under him’ but between the three of us he’ll be under you. You’ll just be a vice something or other and in charge of the staff while reporting to me directly. You control the staff while he does whatever he does.” Frank stood up from behind the desk and went over to shake Marcus’ hand. “I hope that’s satisfactory.”

“Yes sir,” Marcus squeezed back. His big hand easily fit inside Frank’s.

“Good,” Frank said as he headed to the door. “I need to get back to the party. All I ask is that you don’t make a mess.” He said closing the door.

As the door closed Marcus stood up. His big body towered over Derrick’s. “You told him?” he threatened barely looking over at the smaller guy. He took a step closer barely even acknowledging him. “I thought we agreed he shouldn’t know.”

“I-I-I,” Derrick stammered as he remembered their agreement. “It’s just you needed money! I know Stan’s going to college and you needed it!” He backed into the wall still a bit nervous.

Marcus’ big hand covered his mouth. He pulled in right next to the other man and gave him a light peck on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I do appreciate it.” His huge body held Derrick against the wall. “But you still went against what I said.” He pulled out his massive cock and spun Derrick around. Even though they’d done it so many times somehow Derrick’s always felt like it was the first. He always had to warm it up but the pre already dripping from his dick was enough to make it nice and slippery. He pressed up against the tight hole and pushed in.

“Awwhhh,” Derrick moaned as his weak body was pushed into the wall. He pushed back trying to force more in. He could feel it inside him. He loved the feeling as Marcus’ big hands held him down. “Come… On… Big guy… You can do better,” Derrick taunted.

Marcus gave him a growl and squeezed his little body even more. He picked Derrick up and pushed him all the way onto his hard cock. A loud feminine squeal escaped his mouth. Derrick’s body went stiff as his cock started to spray against the wall in front of him. Marcus wasn’t done yet. He continued to pleasure himself. Just a few more thrusts and he could feel himself cum. It filled Derrick’s insides and threatened to fall onto the carpet. “Frank said not to make a mess,” Marcus growled.

Derrick quickly grabbed at the cum dripping out of him. He tightened his ass trying to keep it all in. Waddling to the other side of the room he was able to make it to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet letting it all leak out. A deep sigh escaped him as he sat there. Marcus stood in the doorway and made his way across the bathroom. “Such a good guy,” he ran his hands up and down Derrick’s body as he kissed his secret lover.