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Assistant: Title: Telamon’s Bonus 2025 Remaster
        Author: glorifiedbody nonsequitur 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: This is exactly what you think it is: a Telamon’s Bonus rewrite. Why? Because I can. I regret nothing.
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              This is exactly what you think it is: a Telamon’s Bonus rewrite. Why? Because I can. I regret nothing.
            
        

        
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          Inspired by Telamon’s Bonus by Unknown
        

    





  





    
        
          
  Telamon had wanted a raise for a while. He had been working himself to death day and night, something none of the other admins did. He was Builderman’s right hand man. He felt it was deserved at this point. It was late, and he was about to go home when he realized Builderman was still working in his office. 
  
    No better time than the present,
  
   Telamon thought as he stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. Soft waiting music began playing through the speaker as he leaned against the back wall. Although it had to be almost midnight, he wasn’t all too tired. His body was wired on enough caffeine to kill an elephant.

  The elevator’s doors slid open, a small chime alerting him that he had reached his destination. He stepped out of the elevator and walked by the empty receptionist desk, pushing open the glass door to Builderman’s office. Builderman was typing something on his keyboard, and didn’t bother to look up at who entered his office. He already knew who it was, no one else ever stayed this late. “Hey, Telamon.” He greeted, sounding as awake as ever. Like Telamon, he had drank way too much coffee. He basically lived off of it now, being the CEO and all.

  “Hey, Builder.” Telamon sat himself down in one of the plush leather chairs across from Builderman’s desk. “Can I ask you a question?” He relaxed, popping his neck. Builderman finished typing up whatever it was, cracking his knuckles as he looked over at his friend.

  “What’s up?” He reclined back in his office chair. Telamon tapped his fingers against the armrest of the chair he was in, wondering how to word it.
 
  “I was hoping I could get a raise? Or some kind of bonus?” Telamon began. “I’ve been working my ass off lately, and still make the same amount of money as everyone else who goes home exactly on time everyday. I feel like a bonus would be a good gift for how much sh@t I’ve done for you lately.” Telamon stared at Builderman, waiting for a reaction. Builderman thought about the offer for a second, before smiling. Something was off about it, but maybe Telamon’s overworked brain was just playing tricks on him.

  “I’m fine with giving you a bonus, since I can do that right away. I’ll see what I can do about the raise, though.” Builderman crossed his arms over his chest. “I can write you out a check right now, but you’ll have to do something for me first.” Telamon raised an eyebrow. What more could he possibly want from him?

  “I feel like I’ve done enough for you.” Telamon said, anger rising in his voice. He opened his mouth to say something more when Builderman shushed him with his hand, holding out his hand flat in front of him.

  “Do this for me, and I’ll give you more money. I’ll make sure you get that raise, too.” Builderman offered. Now 
  
    that
  
   was tempting. Telmon sighed, nodding his head.

  “Fine, what is it?” He asked, sitting straighter in his chair. Builderman’s smile widened.
 
  “Come here and get on your knees.” If Telamon was drinking something, he certainly would’ve sprayed it from his mouth. Was this guy f@ck@ng serious? Suck his d@ck for more money?

  Well, it 
  
    was
  
   for more money. In the short 
  
    and
  
   long term. Plus, Builderman 
  
    is
  
   pretty attractive. Probably not the worst thing Telamon would do for some quick cash. Telamon nearly leapt out of the nearest window when he realized that he was actually considering sucking his boss’s d@ck for some money. Would he really stoop so low? Would he 
  
    really 
  
  use his body to get a couple hundred dollars and a raise?

  Yes he would. Telamon blushed under his hood, standing from his chair in almost-robotic movements. He walked around the side of Builderman’s desk, Builderman turning his chair towards Telamon. Telamon sank to his knees in front of Builderman, hitting the floor with a soft thud. He placed his hands on Builderman’s thighs, rubbing them up and down before beginning to undo his belt and zipper. “Good boy, I knew you would.” Builderman chuckled wryly, pushing Telamon’s hood down as he fumbled with the button on his jeans. Builderman ran his fingers through Telamon’s curly, brown hair.

  “Don’t chastise me.” Telamon huffed. “You’re the one who asked me to do this, and I’m the one getting money out of it.” Builderman just hummed in reply, watching as Telamon pulled out his soft c@ck. It was an average length, but thicker than what Telamon was expecting. “I don’t suppose you have any kind of lube or lotion, huh?” He asked, already knowing the answer to the question.
 
  “No, I wasn’t really expecting to get my d@ck sucked today.” Builderman hummed. “Next time I’ll come prepared.”

  “Next time? As if.” Telamon scoffed before spitting onto his hand. Once it was covered to the bare minimum, he grabbed Builderman’s d@ck and began stroking it until it was hard. Builderman hummed in contentment, eyes focused more on Telamon’s face then the actions he was doing to him. Telamon was so pretty with his face all red like this, a faux neutral face to hide his embarrassment. Builderman could always see right through him. Telamon didn’t need to know that, though, let him keep some of his self-respect.

  Once Builderman was half-hard in Telamon’s hands, Telamon gave a tentative lick to the flushed head. He held his d@ck by its base as he continued to lick and kiss against the tip, working up the courage to take it in his mouth. When he finally did, though, Builderman couldn’t hold back the moan that came out of him. Telamon’s mouth was so warm and wet around him, and obviously inexperienced. He was wary of his teeth, but the occasional brush of them against his skin was driving Builderman crazy. The grip he had on Telamon’s hair tightened, Telamon groaning around him.

  He began bobbing his head along the length, or at least the amount of it he felt comfortable putting in his mouth. What he didn’t cover with his mouth, he stroked with his saliva-coated hand. Builderman groaned as he rubbed at the tip with his tongue, a salty taste being deposited into his mouth. Prec@m. To Telamon’s surprise, it didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would. He worked his mouth harder, tongue lapping against the bottom of Builderman’s d@ck as he tried to ignore how sore his jaw was getting. Every few minutes he would try to take more in his mouth, aiming to please, but his gag reflex was being a b@tch.
 
  Builderman decided to help with Telamon’s problem, using the hand in his hair to pull Telamon off. Telamon gasped for air, face flushed as a bit of drool dripped down his chin. “Let me help you with that.” He smiled once Telamon had caught his breath enough, shoving his head back down. Telamon sputtered around his c@ck as he was forced down on it, trying desperately not to gag as tears welled in his eyes. His nose was buried in the coily hair at the base of Builderman’s d@ck, before his head was pulled up again. Telamon gripped Builderman’s thighs for stability as he was forced to take Builderman’s d@ck all the way to the back of his throat.

  As embarrassing as it was, and as much as Telamon tried to fight it, Telamon was also becoming hard in his pants. He could feel his c@ck leaking as it pressed against the constraning fabric, begging for attention. He felt pathetic that he got hard simply from giving a bl@wj@b. He could feel saliva trailing down his face as he was facef@cked, wet noises coming from where his mouth was wrapped around Builderman’s d@ck.

  “Look at you, taking it so well.” Builderman huffed. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to c@mm@ng, and although he was being an @ssh@l@ he wasn’t just going to c@m down Telamon’s throat. Telamon’s eyes opened, staring up at Builderman through a cloud of tears. Builderman bit his lip to try and suppress the aroused noise he made at the sight. “I think you’d do this even if you weren’t getting money for it, wouldn’t you? You didn’t even try to reason with me about it, you just agreed to do it.” Telamon whined, the sound going straight to his d@ck.
 
  Builderman pulled Telamon all the way off, Telamon gagging and gasping for air as the relentless assault on his throat was given up. Only a second later did Builderman c@m, shooting his load over Telamon’s face. Telamon closed his eyes, politely keeping his mouth open. Builderman came harder than he had in a long while, the submissiveness of Telamon being so out of character for him that it was arousing. Telamon was strong, powerful, and in no way dominant. Builderman wondered how people would react if they knew that he had gotten 
  
    the
  
   Telamon on his knees for him. Telamon closed his mouth once Builderman was done c@mm@ng, swallowing the fluid that had entered his mouth. Telamon hung his head, breathing hard as he slid a hand off of Builderman’s thigh to rub between his own legs. Builderman watched with shocked interest. “Did you actually get hard from that?”

  Telamon glared up at him. “Shut up, I like giving pleasure. Is that such a bad thing?” He scoffed, looking away from him with embarrassment. A thought crossed Builderman’s mind, something so devious that it had himself wondering how he even came up with it. He knew a good way to get Telamon off, to return the favor in a less… 
  
    oral
  
   fashion. The thought made his c@ck throb again.
 
  Builderman grabbed Telamon’s shoulders, forcing him to stand. Telamon instinctively tried to cover his hard-on with his hand like he wasn’t just rubbing himself seconds earlier. “Take off your robe.” Builderman grabbed onto Telamon’s brown belt. Telamon stared down at him with a contemplative look, before doing as told. He undid his belt, and took off his grey and black robes. The fabric fell to the ground, revealing his underclothes. He was wearing sweatpants and a white undershirt, as well as shoes but he kicked them off preemptively. Builderman hooked his fingers around his waistband. “I’ll give you more money?” He offered. Telamon blushed redder if possible, pinching the bridge of his nose.

  “I don’t think I’m doing this for the money, anymore.” He mumbled, voice barely intelligible.

  “I don’t think you were in the first place.” Builderman countered. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Telamon shielded his face with his hands, moving his head barely enough so that Builderman could realise he was nodding. “I don’t have a condom.”

  “I don’t care.” Telamon replied. “I want you.” Builderman grinned up at him, tugging his pants down so that his v-line was showing as well as his happy trail.

  “Good, because I want you, too.”
 
  Builderman pulled Telamon’s pants down along with his boxers. Telamon kicked the fabric off from where it was pooled around his ankles before being tugged onto Builderman’s lap, the office chair creaking in protest against their combined weight. “Okay, we’re not f@ck@ng on this chair, the g@dd@mn thing is gonna collapse.” Telamon huffed. Builderman laughed, hooking his hands around Telamon’s exposed thighs at either side of his lap.

  “Good idea.” He stood, Telamon swearing as he quickly wrapped his arms around Builderman’s neck so that he wasn’t dropped, wrapping his legs around his hips as well. Builderman stepped up to his desk, using one hand to quickly clear a space before setting Telamon down on top of it. Telamon looked like he had something funny to say to ruin the mood, so Builderman shut him up with a kiss. Telamon opened his mouth for Builderman almost immediately, allowing his boss to explore his mouth with his tongue. Builderman pulled away from the kiss first, quickly replacing his tongue with his middle and ring finger. He pressed the tip of them against Telamon’s lower lip.

  Telamon opened his mouth and began sucking on the digits, swirling his tongue around them to make sure they were completely coated in his spit. He tried to make them as wet as possible because he knew that they would hurt going in anyways. Saliva dries quicker than lube. Once Builderman decided they were wet enough, he slid them out with a wet pop before pressing his middle finger against Telamon’s entrance.
 
  Telamon shuddered, not used to the feeling of the finger pressing into him. He had never touched himself like that before, the only time he was ever touched down there was by Bright when she was giving him head sometimes. Still, her fingers were slimmer than Builderman’s. This was an entirely new feeling for him. Builderman saw the discomfort on Telamon’s face, and kissed him again to distract him from the feeling. The kiss was lazier, and sloppier, but neither cared.

  Builderman eventually added the second finger, beginning to curl and scissor the two digits to prepare Telamon. It hurt, causing Telamon to wince. It was a bit too dry, and the feeling of stretching was just not something Telamon was very used to. Eventually it stopped hurting so bad, but it still just felt foreign. He felt himself relax slightly, no longer instinctively tensing around the intrusion.

  Feeling that Telamon was looser and more comfortable, Builderman pulled away from the kiss and slid out his fingers. Telamon bit his lip, looking down as Builderman spat on his own hand a few times, stroking his c@ck to full hardness. “This better feel good.” He groaned, staring at the c@ck he had in his mouth not twenty minutes before.

  “It will. It’s going to hurt at first, though.” Builderman replied, holding Telamon’s thigh with one hand as he pressed his tip against Telamon’s stretched hole with the other. “I promise it will feel good eventually.”
 
  Telamon’s fingers dug into Builderman’s shoulders as Builderman pushed in, the spit doing very little to make the experience feel good. Telamon grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes closed as Builderman’s d@ck impaled him slowly, filling him in a way that he had never been filled before. Builderman furrowed his brow as he looked at Telamon’s pained expression, worried that maybe it 
  
    wouldn’t 
  
  feel good. He kept on, though, and eventually he was completely inside.

  The two held each other for a moment as Telamon got used to the feeling, his walls stretching around the intrusion. It hurt, sure, but it just felt hell of a lot weird as well. He didn’t understand how it was supposed to feel good, but he trusted Builderman. Plus, gay people don’t do this for nothing. It has to feel good, right?

  Eventually the pain had almost completely subsided, and he was just left with that full feeling. He relaxed slightly around Builderman. “Are you just gonna stand there and look stupid?” He asked rhetorically. Builderman rolled his eyes but stayed silent as he began thrusting. He started shallowly, minuscule movements just to get Telamon used to the feeling. Once the pain from that subsided, he began doing a normal pace.

  At first Telamon just felt fine about it, but as time went on he began to feel the pleasure he was waiting for. The movements were quickly beginning to feel great, and Telamon couldn’t help the moans that escaped him. Builderman was moving his hips around occasionally, and Telamon was wondering why when suddenly one of the thrusts had him almost-screaming in pleasure.
 
  “That’s your prostate.” Builderman smiled c@ckily as he began pounding into it at a much faster pace. Telamon was speechless, the only noises leaving his mouth being whorish moans and barely-comprehensible cries of Builderman’s name. “God, you’re so tight.” Builderman mumbled before kissing Telamon again. Telamon kissed back as best he could, moaning into Builderman’s mouth as they made out. He had never felt pleasure like this in his entire life, and it had him wondering how he had missed out for so long.

  “F@ck me—
  
    harder!”
  
   Telamon demanded, hands grabbing onto the back of Builderman’s shirt as Builderman drilled directly into his prostate. Telamon could feel himself getting close to c@mm@ng from the pleasure, and he was shocked that being f@ck@d like this was able to make him cum without even touching his c@ck. Builderman seemed like he was getting close again, too. His thrusts were getting messier and the rhythm was breaking apart.

  Telamon came first, white ropes shooting from his c@ck and spilling on his clothed stomach, no doubt staining his undershirt. A loud moan of Builderman’s name fell off his lips, his hole fluttering and walls tightening around Builderman’s cock. This led to Builderman’s downfall, pushing himself in as deep as he could go as he spilled inside of Telamon. He never thought he would be sodomising his employee on his own desk one day, but he was quite happy with how this had all turned out.
 
  The two froze, catching their breaths as they came down from their highs. “I love you, Builder—“ Telamon said as his afterglow washed over him. Builderman felt butterflies in his stomach at the words. He didn’t know if Telamon meant it or not, but he didn’t care. He wanted to live in ignorance.

  “I love you too, Tela. Let’s get cleaned up.”'
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