Part 1
In those seconds stood in the bathroom, Andrew telling me he wants us both to fuck Ferdy, I notice a strange excitement.
I look back over the past few days and realise – weirdly- how much I’ve been focusing on Ferdy’s ass. Since I left for Canada, I’ve been thinking about it at least as much as Andrew’s thick cock. I thought it was just jealousy but… ..Now I realise that I’m getting horny with the thought of seeing it bare. Even better, the thought of seeing – shit, even using – his little twink hole.
Still, I’m nervous, I bite my lip. Before I open the bathroom door, I look over at Andrew.
“I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not a top, Drew.”
“You can do it,” he says.
“Think like a top. For this evening, Ferdy is a toy. A very hot toy with a hole at either end. Just enjoy using him to get yourself off.”
“What if I can’t get it up.”
“Then just play with his ass or something. Hell, have him rim you. Doesn’t matter, just have fun. I’ve got your back, Mark.”
I feel bad again about how I’d let Andrew down earlier. Still a bit shy, I slip my jeans back on so I match Andrew, shirtless but with my dick in my pants. We step out of the bathroom together.
Ferdy’s lying on the bed. He looks shocked at how fast things are moving, and at the fact that I’m clearly also going to be involved. He’s a transparent little fuck and I can see the thoughts flash across his face: first he wants to complain that he doesn’t like me, he doesn’t want me there. But then he remembers what Andrew told him about keeping quiet. Then he looks again and sees my defined hairy chest and flat stomach – though I’m not up to Andrew standards I can tell he’s pretty impressed. He decides to go with it.
“Take your shirt and pants off. Get on your hands on knees on the bed”, growls Andrew.
Ferdy scrambles to obey. He’s 24, about 5’7, handsome in a Mediterranean way – brown eyes, small nose and thick dark hair. His small naked body is smooth, with a surprisingly wide and muscular chest. He is wearing a jock. White and red, its gathers his small cock and balls together tightly, not quite hiding a bush of dark pubes that has been shaved, but is just staring to regrow. The jock stretches round with the straps emphasising the smooth curves of his fat ass. There’s just the slightest downy hair across his butt cheeks and into his crack.
I just stand gawping at the boy, at his ass. Meanwhile Andrew gets the boy’s front end and, without the slightest effort, lifts the boy round on the bed so Ferdy’s face is next to his crotch and the boy’s ass is close to me.
I think Andrew’s going to get his dick out for a blow job, but no, with his knee, he pushes Ferdy’s head, neck and shoulders down onto the bed.
“Spread your asscheeks, Ferdy. Show your boss your pussy.”
Even in the middle of all this, I can see Ferdy’s whole body flinch with annoyance at me being called his boss. But he does it. His head on the bed, under Drew’s knee, his ass in the air, the boy reaches round to put his hands on his butt cheeks and pulls them as wide open as he can.
The hole, pink and smooth, is beautiful. You can tell he’s been fucked before: though it’s tight it’s not totally closed. That just makes it hotter. I look at the perfect puckered ring of flesh and imagine it squeezing soft and tight around my dick.
I rub my dick through my trousers a bit. I’m not struggling to get hard.
Andrew looks and grins, “Is it good?”
I nod, dumbly.
“Don’t move,” he tells Ferdy, coming round to look for himself, grabbing a bottle of lube from his bag on the way.
As Andrew stands and looks at Ferdy’s anus, there’s a low bass rumble of masculine appreciation in his throat. He opens the lube, slides some on his fingers and starts rubbing it , circling round the outside of the ring, then just lets his finger push gently inside. Ferdy groans in pleasure.
Seeing Andrew do that just makes want to fuck that pink, moist-looking little pussy more. Without thinking I start to unbutton my trousers.
Andrew glances over, speaks to me sharply.
“Hey Mark, I want you to fuck him,” he says.
“But you know whose dick’s going to open this ass up first, who’s going to cum in it first?”
Of course. I look up at Andrew. “Yours sir, you.”
“Damn right.” says Andrew
He emphasises the message by getting out his own hard, horse-like cock from his pants and starting to wank himself, still fingering the boy with his other hand.
“Now if you need to get yours wet now, go to the other end and get it sucked.”
So I leave him to it, getting my own dick out as I move round to Ferdy’s head. While my piece isn’t quite as long, and nowhere near as thick, as Andrew’s full-on Alpha cock, it’ll do this job nicely. Its got good length, straight, strong looking. In fact it’s nice to be in a place where I can be proud of it: it’s always a bit embarrassing being a well-hung bottom.
I plant my hips apart and position myself so my fully erect dick is inches from Ferdy’s face. He’s moaning a bit with Andrew’s fat fingers inside his ass, but he takes a good look, appraises the length of it, the veins standing out on the shaft, the head, hard and wide, swollen.
“Not bad,” he says almost reluctantly.
I get Ferdy’s head and push him down towards it.
But he pulls away. “No. You wait for when I am ready.” he says.
Andrew isn’t looking at us, he’s focusing on pussy, but he hears.
“Ferdy shut the fuck up and do what your boss wants you to.” he says, without looking up.
To get the message across he gives a good spank across Ferdy’s ass.
Ferdy flinches at the slap and scowls, but he lets me push his head down onto my dick.
I start off fairly easily, letting him lick and suck the head. He’s good, his little tongue tickling me. I push in a bit more and soon work myself up to a gentle thrust in and out of the smooth wet warmth. I’m holding his head but not pushing him, letting him make the pace. He’s skilled: he alternates sucking and licking me while all the time keeping me in his mouth.
Ferdy looks up at me from time as he’s doing it. It’s a look of enjoyment, but also frustration. He can’t believe he’s letting me use him.
Somehow those frustrated looks just turn me on, make me want it a bit rougher. So I take a tighter hold of the back of his head. I start thrusting my hips, making my own pace, driving myself to the back of his throat, letting him cough a bit each time. The experienced cock-sucking stops, he just has to open wide and take it now . And for me there’s the additional sensation of the tightness as I push through his mouth into his throat.
I build up, hold the back of his head, let his thick dark hair run between my fingers and facefuck him. Ferdy’s so fucking pretty and his mouth is so warm and tight. His big brown eyes are looking angrily up at me. My dick is tight and warm and wet in his mouth. God it’s good.
Soon I can feel I’m getting close, know I’m leaking a lot of precum, but it’s too early. I take my dick out of his mouth, take a couple of breaths to calm down and have a idea.
I pull my trousers and underpants down. I’m a clean guy but there’s a fair amount of end-of-a-working-day ball sweat down there. Pulling his face forward at an awkward angle I dangle my balls over his nose and mouth.
“Lick them Ferdy,” I tell him.
I half expect him to say he wants to quit, like Andrew’s told him he can at any time. But what’s happening at my end is only half the picture. At the other, Andrew’s rubbing the huge head of his dick against Ferdy’s pussy, stretching and opening the boy’s passage with his fingers. Ferdy’s whimpering, in a bit of discomfort but more in desperation for Drew to take him. There’s no way Ferdy’s going to say no to me, to any of this, if it means he misses out on the Alpha’s cock.
So I get to enjoy Ferdy lapping like a puppy at my balls, sucking gently on one and then the other while I jerk myself off slowly. I grin down at him, and when I’ve calmed down a bit, I pull him up and resume the facefuck.
It’s as good as before, and Ferdy is getting into it more – there’s now a blank look of pleasure and a sheen of sweat across his face. After a couple of minutes I’m again totally horned up and getting close. I’m drifting, lost in it, my hips pumping like crazy, suddenly only able to think about my dick, and Ferdy’s hot, wet mouth.
And then “hey,” fingers clicking, Andrew is standing beside me, in my face. “You’re not going to fucking shoot before I tell you to, Mark.”
Shit. I let my dick slip out of Ferdy’s mouth. I was nearly there.
Ferdy emits a little moan, sad to be empty at both ends.
Andrew’s cock is jutting in front of him, engorged, beer-can fat, shiny from lube and ready. It’s obvious he needs to go for it, “Get over there Mark,” he says. He points across the room. I’m not needed for what’s about to happen.
Part 2
Andrew pushes Ferdy more into the middle of the bed. keeping the boy on his hands and knees, making sure his lower back is arched down. Then he gets on the bed himself. He kneels down behind the boy and, leaning forward, he pulls the hips back, lodging his dick between the plump cheeks of Ferdy’s ass. At the same time he drops down to cover the boy, supporting himself on his thick, hairy arms. He looks massive, predator-like, dominating Ferdy’s small frame. Having mounted his bitch, Andrew punches his hips forward, accurately and abruptly impaling the boy’s hole.
Ferdy squeals loudly but not in pain. Andrew’s spent the last ten minutes warming the boy’s sphincter up for this.
From there, Andrew fucks like an animal: driving himself into Ferdy, pushing every inch of his immense cock inside him, grunting loudly as he does so. With his elbow the Alpha grasps the boy round his neck and pulls his head up and towards him. I can see Ferdy’s face, flushed, excited, taking it. It obviously hurts a bit but he’s enjoying it more: he’s making little squeals of fulfilment and submission with every thrust he gets.
Andrew’s letting himself go now, and doesn’t take long to shoot. He grunts two, three times together, then forces and holds himself as hard as he can inside Ferdy, pulling the boy by the hips tight against his huge thighs. I swear I can see Ferdy shake with each powerful injection of cum that gets shot into him.
Andrew pauses a few moments, waits to let himself drain fully and then pulls out, his long wet cock starting to deflate.
He nods at me. “Your turn.”
I hadn’t quite believed he’d let me do it.
“Get to the edge of the bed,” I tell Ferdy.
The boy, still recovering from Andrew, scoots himself back without thinking. That’s good: though im hard, I’m nervous. My idea is to stand up when I fuck him because I can’t compete with the Alpha, animal-style fuck that Andrew’s just delivered.
I pull the boy’s buttcheeks apart and spend a moment admiring the view. Its very different to before: Andrew has totally opened him. Visible puffy lips of what remains of the boy’s asshole are now swollen around a dark open, empty tunnel – basically a big-dick-shaped space waiting to be filled. There’s just a trickle of Andrews cum drizzling out of the bottom of the hole onto and down the boy’s jock-clad balls. I thought there’d be more cum spilling out of him, but then I remember the way Andrew instinctively bred the boy: the rest is planted deep inside Ferdy.
My own dick is pulsing, so ready for this. I get it in my hand and rub it against the boys ass cheek. I glance over at Andrew to check again that I’m good to go. But he’s turned away, is pouring himself a beer: I needed to watch him fuck but, for him, me getting off isn’t very interesting.
So I rub my dick a bit round the swollen pussy lips, wanking at the same time. And then I just go for it. There’s no point going slow with a hole that’s already been this well-used. And I am desperate to fuck. Ferdy moans with pleasure as soon as he feels my dick pushed hard inside him. And, as I pump into him, I soon see the rich froth of Andrew’s cum work its way down my shaft. I fuck it out of the boy. The cream is coating my dick and my balls as well as lining the outside of Ferdy’s cunt.
It’s sloppy and smooth as I fuck. But the fact that Ferdy has been made loose by Andrew’s massive dick, drenched with his cum, makes it perfect for me. It’s supposed to be the worse deal, going second, but I realise I’d rather be fucking in Drew’s leftovers than going straight into Ferdy’s pussy tight and dry, like I’d originally wanted to.
And as I build up the pace, I look down at Ferdy’s white plump ass. With my fist I pull the straps of his jock up tight, as I fuck. His back is slightly tanned, his body perfectly shaped. I enjoy thinking about how – from now on – he’s going to have to see me every day at work knowing I’ve had his ass. I reach forward, pull his head back and, not hard, slap his face a little. He just looks back at me with a glazed expression: right now he’s just a bottom boy full of dick and cum, unable to think of anything else.
And then I let myself speed up, build up. I let Ferdy’s head fall back to the bed. I’m dripping sweat as I lean over the boy, my dick feeling huge and powerful, sliding fast in and out of the pussy. Just before I lose any other thoughts and give myself over to filling the boy, I have a sense that this is something that’s been missing in a big way from my life, for a long time.
I squirt into the boy, pulling out as I do so. I don’t try and push it deep: I have this screwed-up feeling that I want to leave some of the Alpha cum in there pure, unmixed with mine, at the deepest point inside Ferdy. My dick’s still spurting when it’s fully out. I leave thick streaks across his ass.
There’s a brief one-man round of applause. I glance over. Andrew has been watching, his pants now back on. He smiles at me.
“See, this is who you are now, Mark.”
And I nod. I do seem to be a top now. I definitely want to fuck Ferdy again, and twinks like him. But, and I don’t say this to Andrew. I also realise I’m a beta top. I want to fuck hot bottom boys but I want to do it helping, following another – preferably very alpha – man. And I feel fucking great about that.
It’s all taken about an hour. As Ferdy cleans himself up in the bathroom, I look over at Andrew; I know he can do more.
“Shall we have a break? Go again?” I ask.
He scowls at me, “No Mark. In case you’ve forgotten you two faggots created a mess for me this evening with that government guy. I’m going to have to try to sort it out. I’ll see you both in my office at 9am sharp.”
Ferdy and I hastily get dressed and leave the room. Before I go, Andrew calls me back. “I’ve got a job for you,” he says.
Part 3
9:15AM. We’re in Andrew’s office, high up on the 17th floor of an office block: the wide Canadian blue sky and distant mountains are visible through a window that takes up all of one wall. But nobody’s looking at that. I’m giving a presentation. Ferdy is giving Andrew a blow job.
The task Andrew gave me last night I expected to be some cute sex related thing. But no, it was real work. Andrew wanted me to review all of Ferdy’s plans that he’d presented yesterday and tell him which were any good. So I’ve been up half the night making my own presentation.
Ferdy’s plans were actually fine, they just needed toning down a bit. And anyway Ferdy’s ability to disagree with anything I say is pretty limited, given that his mouth is very, very full.
The room smells of dick and heavily of sweat: Andrew’s already been to the gym this morning and one of his kinks with boys is to not shower, have them clean him up afterwards. He’s not paying that much attention to my presentation, he likes getting blown and who wants to watch powerpoint with a hot 24 year old chiselling down on them? Anyway the purpose of this whole scene that Drew’s created clearly isn’t to review a presentation, it’s to make a point: to me that I’m still his bitch, and to Ferdy that he’s bottom of the pile, work- and sex-wise.
There’s just one moment where Andrew takes his attention away from Ferdy’s slupring and sucking, when he engages with what I’m saying.
I’m droning on about the provincial government and then, guiltily, I ask Andrew, “What are we going to do about the man from last night?”
“Oh uh Mr Big Government.” Andrew replies, distracted, ruffling Ferdy’s hair and pushing him a bit more onto his dick at the same time.
“Yeah I’ve sorted that,” he says.
I look at him amazed. Andrew’s a bit too horned up to talk properly, but slowly he explains.
“Uh after you fags left last night, I messaged some buddies who’d uh dealt with government guy to find out what he likes.”
“I rang him about an hour ago. Uh, next Wednesday..”
He grunts a bit with pleasure as Ferdy’s tongue works over the broad head of his cock.
“ermm next Wednesday Mr Big Government’s wife and office think he’s coming on all day visit to our new site. In fact uh Mr BG and me know…”
He spreads his broad hairy legs wide and pushes Ferdy as far down onto his cock as he can. He groans as Ferdy takes it deep. The boy gags a bit, dribbles.
“Yeah.. we both know he’ll be on an early first class flight to Seattle. Down there, he’ll be spending the rest of the day having some very quality time. Um with one little bag of coke, and two very expensive, uh, barely legal girls.”
Now he’s guiding Ferdy’s head, getting the rhythm he wants,
“And uh.. as long as I get him back in time for dinner with his wife, he’s going to sign every bit of paper I send over to him.”
I look over at him. It’s hardly recommended public affairs practice, but it sounds like it works.
I have a thought. “Andrew, do you actually need a public affairs agency?”
He pulls Ferdy off his cock briefly so he can think.
Finally, he says. “Yes, you smartly dressed London boys make me look classy.”
“And..” Sliding Ferdy’s head back onto his dick and nodding down at him, “This is a lot of fun.”
He points me back to the screen. “Now get on with talking me through this shit.”
I’m so fucking beta. It feels great, I like the fact I’m working in a room where the dominant smell is that of Andrew’s sweat and hard-on, where I can watch him getting sucked. But I’m also looking forward to the moment when Andrew says that Ferdy can come over and suck on my dick.
But it doesn’t quite happen.
When the time comes, Andrew just shoots one load down the boys throat. and then a few more into his face. I watch closely until Andrew sits back in his chair.
“Ermm Andrew will you let him blow me now..”
He grins at me, laughs, “Hey yeah sure, top guy.”
Then he thinks, “No. I’ve got shit to do. Just come over here, if you can jack off quickly, do it it into his face. That’s all we’ve got time for.”
So I go over to Ferdy, still kneeling in front of Andrew. I pull him back a bit, a couple of feet from Andrew, and then push his head back so he’s looking up at me. I hold him by the hair like that, get my dick out, start wanking. It doesn’t take long, what with the heavy smell of Andrew’s sweat and dick and cum in the air and Ferdy looking so cute, kneeling on the floor, his big brown eyes looking up at me. There’s no anger in them now, just a sort of excited acceptance. And, as I shoot my own load then, Jesus, it’s hot to see the strands of my own cum mixing with Andrew’s, getting painted thickly over Ferdy’s young, dark, handsome features. When I’ve done, the cream from us two men is slicked into the boy’s hair, over his eyelids, trickling down his cheeks, spilling over his pink, full lips into his slightly open mouth.
Ferdy reaches into his pocket, produces a tissue.
Andrew laughs, “No Ferdy. Eat it. All of it.”
And as Andrew and I stand together, towering over the kneeling twink, Ferdy uses his fingers to slick the cream off his face into his mouth, steadily swallowing it down.
As soon as that’s done, and he and I have got our trousers pulled up, Andrew’s back at work, on the phone to his site manager. He must have also messaged his secretary because, two minutes later she enters discreetly. I can only assume she’s a woman used to politely ignoring the sex smells of her boss, because she just smiles sweetly as she ushers me and Ferdy out. From the phone, Andrew waves at us briefly by way of goodbye.
Close
Now, we’re sat in Calgary airport, Ferdy is slumped next to me, tired. He’s done a lot over the last couple of days. Soon we’ll be on the flight back to London.
I draft a short email on my phone and airdrop it to him.
“Hey Ferdy I want you to send this to Clem.”
Clem is our director.
Ferdy reads it through, speaking the words out loud quietly as he goes.
“Hi Clem
Thank you so much for the opportunity of this trip to YZA Components. It’s been great working with Andrew, the company’s CEO, and with Mark who I’ve been travelling with.
You offered me the opportunity to take YZA Components on as my own client. That’s an exciting offer. However, I now think the best thing for my long term career would be to continue to work with this client under Mark’s direction, with him as my mentor. I know I still have a lot to learn about public affairs. Two or three more trips alongside Mark would really help me to learn what Andrew needs and how to provide the best support to him.
Mark is with me now and has asked me to say that he thinks I have real talent. Mark is very much looking forward to helping Andrew get the best value from my services.
Best wishes
Ferdy”
Ferdy looks at me, shocked. “But that’s not what I want. I want my own client.”
“You’ll get it Ferdy. But it’s not going to be one of my clients. It’s not going to be Andrew.”
He still looks dubious. I lean over and – without caring who sees – I slide one hand down his pants, squeeze his fat ass, let my finger push gently against his hole. I let him know who’s boss.
“Just fucking send it,” I say.
Ferdy accepts the hierarchy, stops his small rebellion.
He nods, “Yes sir.”
I take my hand out of his pants and watch over his shoulder to make sure he gets the email set up properly. He clicks on send.
He’s definitely lost this battle, I’m back in charge of the Andrew account. So it’s a surprise that, immediately after sending the email, Ferdy looks up at me with a shy, respectful smile.
I smile back.
“Let’s get home, Ferdy,” I say. “We’ll see Andrew again soon.”