“Why don’t you come back to my place then, and we can work on the script a bit more while

there over some beer?”

It had been two weeks since what Alex now referred to internally as The Incident. Greg had
been perfectly professional every single day since that memorable afternoon in his changing
room, and Alex was doing considerably well trying to carefully erase the entire thing from his
brain. At the moment he somewhat convinced himself that whole ordeal was nothing but a
feat of his vivid imagination and if something did indeed took place, it happened solely within
his brain.

Except now Greg had invited Alex back to his place after the filming for that day has
concluded. It was not something unprofessional of course , quite the contrary actually; there
was absolutely nothing wrong about two colleagues meeting up and relaxing after work. But
the sole proposal from Greg and how unprecedented it was, was what ultimately made the
hair on the back of Alex’s neck stand up in excitement and anticipation.

What is more, Alex was more than capable of finishing up the script completely on his own;
truth to be told, Greg was really only needed in order to read through it and give Alex a few
notes here and there. Fifteen minutes is what they needed and they would have it entirely
wrapped up, checked and edited to Greg’s liking.

“Come on, Alex” Greg coaxed in his husky yet gentle and manly voice, “neither one of us is
needed in the studio tomorrow. We will have a couple of beers, relax, unwind and then come
up with a couple more ideas for the script, that sounds ok to you?” Although the words
themselves and the tone in which they were uttered were casual, Greg’s eyes were fixed
intently on Alex, which made him felt as if he were a butterfly pinned to a board as a little
part of some bigger unspecified exotic collection.

“Yeah, I suppose we can do that Greg” Alex heard himself saying. The answer made Greg’s
grin sharpened who chuckled under his nose seconds later.

“Good, I am pleased to hear that” Greg answered. “Give me a moment, I will call us a cab.”

The only thing that Alex could recall from the drive itself was Greg’s thick muscular thigh
pressing against his in the back seat of the car they took to his co-star’s place. During their
journey they chatted about a variety of different topics, none of which Alex would be able to
name as none of them registered inside his brain as being actually discussed.

After they finally arrived to the flat, Greg offered Alex a beer. “Yes, please,” Alex said
imitating the way in which his in-show persona would utter the phrase without even realising.
Greg nodded gently in Alex’s direction before disappearing into his kitchen only to return
seconds later, and having retrieved two beers from the fridge. He then reached out one of his
hands which firmly held a bottle and slowly handed it over to Alex.

“Cheers,” Alex said enthusiastically, while trying to reach out for the bottle. However, having
noticed Alex’s haste, Greg pulled it back before he could even grab it.

“Ah, ah, ah” he said teasingly. “Is that how we ask nicely? It does seem to me that someone
forgot the magic word” A little smirk appeared on Greg’s lips the moment he uttered those
words.

Alex’s face flamed bright red the instant he heard Greg’s comment. He sounded so confident
forceful and demanding and Alex had no doubt that Greg was the one in control and should
not be disobeyed. He opened his mouth trying so desperately to say anything, but unable to
produce a sound he decided to close it again. Alex’s dumbfounded reaction caused Greg to
raise his eyebrow, while waiting impatiently for his command to be obeyed.

“Can I please—“ Alex answered after a moment hesitation, only to be met with an
disapproving glare from Greg who in returned interrupted and tsked at him.

“Tsk-Tsk-Tsk, May I please have,” he prompted Alex while clearly enjoying the immense
discomfort in which his guest was at the time. He held the beer firmly in his hand just outside
of Alex’s reach, waving it teasingly in front of his face.

“May I please have a beer, Greg?” Alex asked in a trembling voice. His face was so hot and
red, that he felt as if he was going down with a bad case of fever.

“Good boy,” Greg he said while smiling and patting Alex’s head with his hand. “Yes, you
may have it.” He then handed the open bottle to Alex, who hastily lifted it up to his lips and
had a long, much-needed sip.
Greg then moved to and sat down in the chair across from Alex, crossing one leg over the
other, casual as could be exposing the brightly patterned socks he had put on that day.
“You’ve been thinking about my cock the whole way home, haven’t you?” he asked, while
observing Alex intently and half-expecting the beer to end up spilled on the floor. Alex,
however miraculously although absolutely shocked managed not to choke on his beer and
hold it in before gulping the contents of his mouth all down in a long take.

Alex as opposed to, his public persona he took on for the show, naive or an idiot. He knew
well, that they need to have a long and serious talk about this. They should not just…keep
going, heading for an unknown precipice with no harness nor brakes. These sort of things in
his mind were supposed to involve some degree of boundaries and rules. Negotiations,
conversations and safewords, only to name a few. Not…whatever was happening between the
two of them in the past few week. This was the actual opposite of what Alex believed one was
supposed to be doing.

However, Greg was expertly pressing every single one of Alex’s buttons, including the ones
that Alex had only recently become aware of, and as much he hated to admit it he was
helpless to resist and felt powerless against a man as skilful and powerful as Greg was.

So instead of following any traces of logic that may have still remained in his head at the time
and saying that they should take a minute, sit down and talk about this, like any sane adult in
his position would, he responded with a simple, “Yes, Greg, I have.”

That statement was definitely not a lie. It was a cold honest truth something that Greg had
been looking for when he initiated the Incident inside his changing room a couple of weeks
ago. He had indeed been thinking about Greg’s cock not only for the entire drive to Greg’s
home but also for the majority of the past fortnight. Thinking about how must it look tucked
away inside Greg’s pants, wondering not only about both his girth and length but also about
how hard can it become while properly stimulated. Thinking about the fact that it was tucked
away right next to him in the back of the car and right now it was hidden skilfully by Greg
sitting in a crossed leg manner, who obviously must have anticipated a reaction of that sorts
and knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yeah, just like I thought” Greg said while looking at Alex who to him just stated a fact more
obvious than water being wet. “Bet you want to get your hungry and eager mouth all over it,
too. You do want to do that, don’t you, Alex? You want to put your mouth all over my cock.”

Alex was no longer sure whether or not he was going to survive this. His throat closed up, and
he looked down trying desperately focus all of his attention on the table standing in front of
him and not look up, where Greg’s legs and the bulge hidden behind them awaited him. He
folded his hands in his lap in shame and feeling ridiculous and embarrassed about it, just like
a schoolboy being reprimanded by his teacher for misbehaving.

“Come on,” Greg said, sounding as if he was trying to coax a nervous child into taking the
stabilizers off their bike. “Just say it. We both know it’s true, don’t we?”

“Yes, Greg,” he said in a small trembling voice while still refusing to raise his gaze from the
floor. As much as he hated to admit it he did want to put his mouth on Greg’s cock.

Greg grinned, before leaning back in his chair. “Yeah,” he said with satisfaction while sighing
deeply, “you do. I mean, fuck, I think most of our viewing audience is aware by this point that
you want to get your mouth all over my cock. Most of them probably think you are already
sucking it. I mean your performance in the recent seasons according to some has been less
than satisfactory, so of course in their eyes the only way for to you retain your position, is
to… indulge in some extracurricular activities closely regarding both me and my cock, to put
it mildly.”

The humiliation although exquisite and strangely appealing in Alex’s mind all of the sudden
became to overwhelming for him to handle. “G—Greg,” Alex said in a whisper with tears
practically forming in his eyes. “I—I can’t—“

Greg’s face softened, and he once again looked like and resembled Greg Davies, Alex’s
friend and colleague with whom he had been acquainted for years, instead of The Taskmaster,
the powerful and almighty being who made Alex’s ID his personal bitch and held on a tight
leash. “Are you all right, Alex?” he asked before walking over and placing his big hand on
Alex’s shoulder in a reassuring manner.

Alex took a moment to calm down and compose himself once again before letting out a breath
he hadn’t realized he was holding all this time. “Yeah,” he said before giving out an
exhausted smile. “Just a lot of things are happening. All at once. All of those feelings. I am
not sure how should I feel or what should I do to be honest. ”

Greg slowly raised Alex’s face with the fingers of his hand before studying his face intently
for a second or two. Then he finally seemed to have come to a decision, and his mouth
twisted back into a smirk in which they were set for the majority of tonight’s evening. “Oh,
you have not seen a lot yet, little Alex,” he said while shifting back into his dominating
Taskmaster persona..

Alex thought his heart might beat right out of his chest upon hearing those words .“Come
here, my beautiful boy” Greg said while inviting Alex closer with the gesture of his pointing
finger.