Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

by 6 Author Anthology

  Carson choked on a piece of his chicken as a particularly strong pulse sent sparks through his system.

  “Oh,” he managed to say, sounding mostly normal. He swallowed and grabbed his phone.

  1:59PM

  C: JFC please stop!

  Z: What’s wrong, sweetheart?

  C: I’m trying to eat lunch. Nearly choked. Almost came and I’ve got nothing to hide that kind of mess.

  Z: Aw, I’m sorry.

  C: no you’re not

  Z: You’re right ;)

  He sighed as the vibrations ceased.

  Z: Go in the bathroom when you’re done. Tell me when you’re there.

  Carson dragged his lower lip through his teeth and stared at the phone a moment before he replied.

  C: yes daddy ;)

  “Damn, dude. Whatever kind of ass you’re getting, can you share?”

  “Seriously, buddy, you should see the dopey look on your face.”

  Carson blushed furiously. “Shut up, guys.”

  Sam looked over to Matt, a look of urgency on his face. “Dude, that reminds me. Did I tell you that Maria saw him this morning?”

  “Naw, whassup?” Matt asked around a mouthful of burger.

  “Said he grew a beard. And that he’s got a hickey he’s not even trying to hide!” Sam looked appropriately mortified at the idea.

  “Listen, this one is too old for that high school nonsense!” Matt said, pointing a finger at Carson. “I really don’t wanna think about McAllister doing that at his age.”

  “Wait, how often is he gone? And how old is he? I thought he was young, that was what made him and the company such a big deal—how young he made a name for himself.” Carson was thoroughly confused now. Everything he’d read about the man said he wasn’t ancient, as Matt’s horror would indicate. Not that any of them were teenagers anymore, but he knew that Sam and Matt were only a few years older than he was.

  “He does lots of travel for the company. He’s usually gone several weeks at a time though when he goes, gets it all over with at once if he can. He just got back a couple weeks ago. But even then, we rarely see him. He’s a pretty hands-off boss, doesn’t micromanage, which is nice. And he still does a lot of coding, too. Works on the biggest projects himself with a small team he creates each time specific to the needs of the contract.”

  Sam threw a fry across the table at Matt.

  “Stop trying to work the humble brag, asshole.”

  Matt laughed and turned to Carson again.

  “He recruited me for a project last year because I have experience with certain parts of the dark web that a client was having trouble blocking. Sam’s jealous ‘cuz he hasn’t gotten that call yet. And he’s, like, in his early forties, I think. Either way,” Matt leaned back in his chair, wiping his face with a napkin. “He’s too old for that. And so are you. So cover up on Monday or you might find yourself getting your own special assignment.” Matt smirked and used his fingers to make air quotes around the words, and the three of them dissolved into laughter.

  2:43PM Zach new message

  “Shit,” Carson swore under his breath as he swiped the phone to unlock it.

  Z: How Goddamn long is your lunch? WTF, kid?

  C: Sorry, daddy. I lost track of time talking with some coworkers in the cafeteria

  Carson grinned, and then nearly broke the phone when his hand clenched around it.

  Z: Bathroom. Now.

  He groaned, nearly doubling over when Zach sent a long, high intensity pulse to the plug.

  “You really sure you’re okay, man?” Sam asked.

  “Uh, I had Thai last night. Mighta been too spicy. I’ll—I’ll see you back upstairs. Gotta go. Thanks, guys.” Carson gasped as he stood and the plug shifted again, rubbing against his prostate.

  “Go, man. We’ve got your tray.”

  Carson found a bathroom that was off to the side, a bit away from the others, and hurried to lock the door.

  “Christ,” he moaned, pressing the heel of his hand to his hardening cock. His phone buzzed again, and this time Zach was calling him.

  “Yes?” he breathed.

  “Oh, sweetheart, listen to you. Where are you? Are you in a bathroom? Are you alone?”

  “Yes. To both.”

  Zach hummed his approval.

  “Good boy. Do you need help with something?”

  “Please … please,” he begged.

  “I love hearing you beg me. But you haven’t told me what you need help with.”

  Carson muffled a cry against the back of his hand as the pulses changed again to long, slow vibrations.

  “Did you want me to stop? Are you calling it quits only halfway through your day?”

  Carson whimpered and shook his head.

  “I can’t hear you, baby. Be a good boy and use words, please.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed, cock twitching, straining against the obnoxious tighty-whities that Zach had made him wear to “help keep the plug nice and snug,” as he’d said. He was pretty sure that it was all just for Zach’s amusement though.

  “I can’t help you with that, sweetheart. I’m at work. Well, right now I’m in my private bathroom stroking myself, thinking about how much distress you must be in. Do your balls hurt, baby?”

  Carson whimpered again, past the point of being ashamed, focused only on the need to come or lose the plug, he didn’t even care which anymore.

  “My poor boy. Why don’t you go ahead and take your cock out, baby? Does that feel better?”

  “A little,” he sighed, as he pushed his pants down his thighs.

  “What else does my baby need? Hmm?”

  “Please … please I need to come.”

  “Be a good boy and ask me nicely.”

  Carson closed his eyes, swaying slightly on his feet. He’d started this game, and now realized he’d lost control of it several days ago, the moment that Zach had realized Carson got off on Zach calling him diminutive pet names.

  “Please, daddy,” he whispered. “Please may I come?”

  Zach groaned, and Carson heard the rustling of clothes as he shifted his position on the other end of the line.

  “You’re such a good boy. I’ll tell you what. You can come, but you can’t touch yourself. Only to hold yourself so that you won’t make a mess all over the place. Gotta keep your clothes clean, right?”

  “Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy.”

  “Tell me what you’re doing, and let me know when you’re ready. Then I’ll reward my good boy and make you come, okay baby?”

  Carson looked around and pulled a handful of paper towels out to line the sink, then stood with one hand aiming himself down in as he leaned forward to rest his head against the mirror. He described it all to Zach as he did so.

  “God, I can just imagine you. What a sight that must be, you with your legs spread, bracing yourself against the wall because you’re so gone already. Take a picture. I want to see how hard you are.”

  Carson complied without hesitation.

  “Oh, my poor baby. No wonder you sound so wrecked. It’ll be okay. I’ll make you feel better.”

  “Please, daddy,” he said, biting off a sob. The vibrator had been running, set at long, slow pulses with varying lengths of time between them, the entire time they’d been on the phone. The new position had the thickest part of the plug nestled firmly against his prostate.

  “My sweet boy. It’s not going to take much, is it? Okay, baby. I’ve got you. Are you ready?”

  Zach didn’t wait for his answer, and instead immediately changed the setting on the plug. The light vibration became a strong, powerful, jarring force inside him that Carson could swear was shaking his entire spine. He gasped, body trembling as the vibration didn’t let up but kept going, one long, continuous run of energy and some part of his brain wondered what kind of super-powered batteries ran this thing because he’d never felt such intense vibrations from a battery-powered toy, and then all thought blanked out as he came, phone clatte
ring to the counter as he bit down on the fleshy pad of his palm to stifle his cries.

  He heard Zach’s moan, heard the cry of “Fuck, yes,” as he came, too, and the knowledge drew one last shuddering spasm from him, one last surge as Carson came again weakly. He was about to beg for relief when the vibrations turned off. Carson grabbed his phone and hurriedly pressed it back to his ear, listening to Zach’s pants as he caught his breath.

  “Thank you, daddy. Thank you,” he sighed breathlessly.

  “Clean up and go back to work. Let me know when you’re on the way to my house. I’ll order some dinner.”

  “Okay,” Carson agreed, happy to hear that his voice wasn’t shaking any longer.

  “Oh, and Carson?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Leave the plug in. I’m going to fuck you senseless the second you’re in that door, and I want you ready for me.”

  A strangled cry lodged itself in Carson’s throat, and he couldn’t think of a single snappy comeback before Zach ended the call.

  Chapter Five

  Zach turned off the remote-control app for the plug with a grin. He hadn’t expected Carson to actually last the whole day, but what he had expected was for him to take it out, not fall apart in the bathroom at work like that.

  His earpiece beeped softly at him, and he sighed as he tapped the button with a glance at the screen of his phone.

  “Mister Nelson, what can I do for you today?” he asked, trying to sound as normal as possible while he wiped the cum from his stomach. He half-listened to his accountant as he went on about the costs of the employee housing he insisted on keeping, and a million other things they’d discussed a million other times, even though Zach’s answers never changed.

  “I’m asking these people to uproot their lives, sign away a ton of rights, submit to an extensive background check, and uphold a level of secrecy that rivals any government agency. I am obligated to and can fucking afford to compensate them for that.”

  “You just bought—”

  “And I can afford that, too. What the fuck am I paying you for if I have to worry about a few million dollars? Why do I have all this money if I can’t do something good with it? The housing stays. Bailing out the shelter by paying off the mortgage and setting up a trust for the taxes on it stays. The scholarships all stay. All employee benefits stay. My house made, what, a ten million-dollar dent in the bank account all together? If I can’t survive that in an account that’s got more zeroes on it than that, there’s a problem. So unless you’re calling to tell me that my stock has crashed and my company is now worth pennies on the dollar, I have other things to do.”

  Good mood, officially ruined.

  “I’m just trying to save you some money, Zig.”

  Zach closed his eyes and sighed.

  “I know, buddy. And I’m just trying to spend it. So unless my net worth drops under, say, a few hundred million, I’m pretty sure I can continue all the funding we’ve already established, my mother’s care, and my standard of living.”

  “You are my most frustrating client, you know that?”

  “And I pay you the most of them all, too, but I don’t hear you complaining about that, now do I?”

  A soft chuckle was his only answer.

  “Okay, you win. I’ll call you in a couple months when I have to authorize more payments.”

  “You could save yourself the time and the yelling if you just emailed me.”

  “I could. Maybe I like the abuse.”

  Zach laughed.

  “Yeah, you do. See you at the hospital benefit in a few weeks?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

  He ended the call and stared at the phone. The text screen was still open, the picture of Carson’s cock front and center on the display. Not for the first time, he wondered what he was doing with this kid. Nothing good could come of entertaining this distraction, of pursuing this fling with Carson. He liked the man too much, and it wasn’t fair to give Carson false hope of something more when Zach didn’t have that kind of time. Then again, what exactly am I doing right now? he thought as he finished putting himself back together in the bathroom. I’m doing just that—making time to interact with Carson. I let him distract me, when that never was an issue before.

  “You’re a bad idea, kid,” he said fondly, as he saved the image anyway on his way back to his desk. With a heavy sigh he returned his attention to the new project he was starting on Monday. Most of the team members he wanted he’d worked with before and he gave a short perusal of their more recent work to see where they were. Meg and Matt were nearly complete with their current projects, and at the rate Jack was working, he’d be done over the weekend—Zach made a note to double check how many hours Jack had logged this week to make sure he wouldn’t be worn out on Monday. That left the new guy.

  Vladislav. He’d only been with the company for a few months, but that was long enough for Meg and a few other managers to have taken notice. Apparently, he was everyone’s new favorite person, very friendly and fit right in with the office dynamic, which was good. Zach wasn’t interested in the man’s personality, though that was important to overall morale. Zach was far more interested in someone who’d mastered his coding and AI system in barely a month’s time, to the point that Meg had already given him one of the smaller projects to co-head and from the looks of it, Sam’s name was a rubber stamp on the project.

  “All right, Vladislav. Unfortunate name or not, you’ve got my attention. Let’s see who you are,” he said, pulling up the report Sharon had prepared for him. V. Carson—and fuck if that wouldn’t make keeping his focus difficult, he thought with a slight frown. “Full ride to M.I.T, damn, top of the class, worked for Marshall, and Potts, and Rollins … shit,” he breathed out. “You’ve been jumping up the ladder, not climbing. What have you got to prove, huh?” Zach dug a little deeper, brought up the background search.

  “Huh,” he said, sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Absently he rubbed at the bruise on his left pec from Carson’s bite the night before. Zach scanned the list of addresses and files and … police reports? Ah, okay, petty juvenile stuff… Sounds an awful lot like me. Next of kin is noted as power of attorney? He clicked the names, and it brought up an address in Pennsylvania, with a notation of “foster parents”.

  “So that’s what you’ve got to prove,” he murmured. “Don’t need anyone but yourself. Damn, son, you might as well be my clone. This should get interesting indeed.” While he’d never been in foster care, he’d grown up poor, in and out of shelters and group homes as his mother did her best to raise him by herself with not even a high school education of her own and jobs that paid squat. He looked at his phone again and tapped a button to call her. Her aide answered, informing him that she was sleeping.

  “It’s nothing important. Just wanted to say hi. Let her sleep. If she feels up to it later, she can call me back.” He glanced at his schedule. “Tell her I’ll come visit again next weekend, okay?”

  Zach pulled the earpiece out and buried his head in his hands. Don’t need anyone but yourself, but it sure is fucking lonely. Don’t end up like me, Vladislav. After a minute of wallowing in self-pity, he sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair a few times, as if the act would settle him and put him back together. He sent off a quick message to Carson, asking if he had any food allergies, and then sat back with a bottle of water to return his attention to his screen.

  He skimmed the rest of the report and then turned to inspect Vladislav’s work, enlarging it to project on the wall behind him. The configurations Vladislav used were breathtaking in their ingenuity, and he stared open-mouthed at the display as he read the code and flipped between screens.

  “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Looks like I’ve got some competition up and coming. No wonder they’re all talking about you. All right, how do I keep you happy and working for me, instead of taking over my company some day?” He made another mental note to check on his salary while he was
checking Jack’s hours.

  He distantly heard his phone buzz but ignored it as he studied the code, observing how Vlad’s solutions had progressed as he’d become more proficient with the language. If he was doing this kind of work on basic assignments, what would he pull out on this new project? His work was already on par with the most senior of his employees. The phone buzzed again, not stopping this time, and Zach realized it was ringing. He tapped his ear, only to notice that he’d never put the headset back in.

  “Yeah?” he answered, somewhat brusquely as he thumbed the screen without looking at it, keeping his focus on Vladislav’s work.

  The person on the other end cleared their throat.

  “Uh, is this a bad time? I’m sorry. Are you busy? You must be super busy. I’m sorry. I waited, but you didn’t answer my texts, and I wasn’t sure…”

  Carson.

  “Hey, sweetheart.” Zach felt the tension leaving his shoulders that had built up as he’d studied the code. He didn’t like the uneasy sensation in his gut that this new guy gave him. He took a deep breath and turned his attention to Carson, the smile coming easily to his face and softening his tone. “I’m sorry. I was engrossed in a project. What’s up?”

  “Well, I’m all done with work. I’m home now. Ready to head over to your place if you still wanted.” The uncertainty in Carson’s voice did things to Zach that he didn’t want to acknowledge. I can not fall for this kid. I can’t. And I can’t let him fall for me. Carson’s words finally registered with his brain, and Zach blinked, startled to discover that it was nearly dark out. “Shit, I’m sorry, Carson. I can leave here in a few minutes. What would you like for dinner? I’ll order on my way.”

  “You,” came the reply, and Zach grinned.

  “Oh, don’t worry, you’re getting that. But I haven’t eaten since you left my house this morning, so I need food.”

  “I’ll eat whatever you want to feed me, daddy.”

  Zach groaned. Carson’s bravado was back, and he knew exactly how to push Zach’s buttons.

  “One hour. My house. I’m leaving now.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Zach bit his lip.