As I extracted my dripping cock from the clapped out ass of the young twink I’d just fucked senseless on my office divan, I knew I really would have to find someone who was more of a challenge, somebody like that hot twink in the mailroom. What was his name? James? Julian? Justin? That was it, Justin. Cute little fucker. Sweet cocksucking mouth, an ass that looked as if it could clutch a walnut between its cheeks, and I’d bet my entire month’s salary that the kid had a cock that was as beautiful as…well, my own. Why be modest? I have the biggest, thickest, longest cock in town.
There may be bigger or thicker but none as beautiful as my handful at a little over eight inches. It’s comfortable. The fact that it’s attached to a guy with the body of an angel means I’m in demand, although some people can be very cruel, saying I have a personality even Satan would have returned. The other words they’ve used include arrogant, self-centered, selfish, violent, vicious, manipulative – a whole thesaurus and more of negative traits. I don’t deny it because the over-riding factor is: boy can I fuck! Opey, the young man from the customer service call center on the eighth floor can testify to that.
His ass is a wreck now that I’ve been fucking it twice a day for the past two months, jamming my prick in every which way to make it hurt more than it needed just to get a reaction from him. Little cocksucker didn’t want to be involved. He had a boyfriend at home, he said, as if that was any sort of excuse not to part his legs whenever I wanted. And I wanted a lot.
But I was bored. All Opey was good for now was burying my fist in his cavernous butt hole until he begged for mercy. I slapped him hard on his butt cheek, leaving a handprint. “Thanks, Opey. See you around.”
He dressed quickly and fled the office back to the safety of the lower floor. He wouldn’t put in a complaint to the Head of Personnel about sexual harassment via official channels or even the company’s anonymous whistleblower website because he knew the buck for both stopped on my desk. The same desk he’d been buggered over on so many occasions he’d lost count.
I’d forgotten Opey before he even left my office. I was already concentrating my energies on Justin. I knew for a fact the young blond Adonis was no man’s at The X Factory, the world’s premier sex toy and porn movie conglomerate that had recently branched out into more mainstream strands such as print and eBook erotica. The prosperous company was still in the hands of its founder and current CEO, Lenny Kline, but was conservatively valued at over one billion dollars if it were to list on the stock exchange.
Lenny, short for Leonard which he detested, was very much a hands-on type of guy. Hands-all-over would be a more apt description. He knew, for example, the name of every single man in his employment, right down to the bit players in his porn movies. He was a cigar-chomping, foul-mouthed mogul of the old school. He hired and fired on a whim. His temper was legendary as was his sexual appetite, but he paid excellent money to his executives as well as to lesser workers to put up with his tantrums. He was also extremely generous with his bonuses. In any month that the company did well, the execs could expect a free-for-all with the stars of his latest porn epic, usually filmed in the basement studio which contained all the latest technology. The actual process of filming porn movies itself was streamed live so it also took on the patina of performance art. If there was a dollar to be made, Lenny knew how to make it. I wasn’t quite comfortable in the company toilets because I wasn’t convinced Lenny wasn’t streaming that out to some perverts network.
Even though his appetites were prodigious and he encouraged profligacy in his staff; he liked nothing better than to hear real-life raunchy escapades on a Monday morning, so I made sure I had a stock of some real/some fictitious adventures of my own to repeat as I sucked up to him by bringing his favorite morning brew and chocolate apricot muffin. Oh, my stories were all true; the fiction part of the equation was that they didn’t always happen the previous weekend. Big Lenny would wriggle in his seat and openly adjust his crotch as I related how I’d fucked some grateful twink in front of his furious boyfriend or I’d nailed the latest male model at a fashion shoot. I was head of personnel so it was my job to be constantly on the look-out for new talent that would serve our company well.
The plus side was that nearly all of them auditioned on the divan in my office. I call it a divan because casting couch sounds so sleazy. I usually had such a busy week at work road testing new talent that I stayed home at weekends. A pervert’s gotta get his rest.
Justin was one of the people already working at the Factory when I arrived so I had no reason to vet his employment although on the occasion that I had to call him up for his annual appraisal I let it be known that there were numerous higher-paid positions opening up in the firm if only he’d ‘open up’ for me. He ignored my far-from-subtle innuendo. He was either dumb as chicken shit or smarter than the average male in the mail room.
He was well-liked and extremely popular among the workers many of whom had tried to bed him although none had succeeded. He turned them all down gently by referring to a boyfriend that no one had ever seen and whom he mentioned, I was convinced, only as a device to escape harassment.
I gave it my best shot but no amount of cajoling or enticements or even downright threats could budge him. He merely reacted as if I’d passed the time of day, refusing to be intimidated or seduced by my blandishments. It was intensely frustrating and, as a result, I turned my attentions back to Opey whose ass was on the receiving end of my vicious moods. I had another problem on my mind which was distracting me from my obsessive pursuit of Justin, and I was becoming careless. One day as I was pounding Opey’s ass into the desk we were interrupted by Lenny’s untimely arrival.
He merely closed the door behind him, locked it himself, and said, “Ah, must be Opey’s annual review. Mind if I join in. I’ve always had my eye on this lad’s future although I see his behind is also well worth attention.”
I pulled out, inviting Lenny to take my place. He glanced at my cock. “Hmm, I can see why men find you appealing.” So saying, he unzipped and hauled out a piece of meat that dwarfed mine and his was only semi-erect. It was a monster that could do permanent damage. Opey saw it and whimpered in fear. I knew he could take it because I’d had my fist inside him but it would still hurt.
“Need a bit of help here, Dex,” Lenny said.
I know ambition has no morals so I dropped to my knees, palmed Lenny’s huge sausage while murmuring appreciatively that I had been given access to the old man’s family jewels and at its impressive dimensions. “Lovely prick, sir, if I may say so.”
“You may but I much prefer you start sucking to get me hard for Opey’s gaping ass. Looks as if the lad is a total slut, which I applaud, or else you have been buggering him on a regular basis. That, too, I applaud.”
Wrapping my mouth around his bulbous sausage, I took it as far down my throat as I could comfortably. I would hate to be the throat on the receiving end of a skull fuck from this prick – I use the word in both senses. The boss was content with my mediocre oral skills. It didn’t pay to be too good at that job or those skills would be requested on a regular basis, something I was unwilling to continue on the grounds it was like sucking a fat old toad.
The things we do for career advancement.
As he slowly stuffed my mouth with his ever expanding dick, Lenny talked shop. “I hear that young Opey here has a boyfriend.”
We both spoke as if the young lad wasn’t spread on my desk waiting to be used as a slab of fuck meat.
“Uh huh,” I burbled around Lenny’s cock.
“I hope, Dex, that the gaping ass I see on your desk is not because young Opey here is your boyfriend.”
I immediately removed my mouth from the prick’s prick and, without regard for the kid’s feelings, protested. “No way. He’s just some hole I throw a fuck into when I’m horny. Total fuckin’ slut. Put up a fuss at first because of the boyfriend but he soon came round, with a little forceful persuasion, now he can’t get enough cock. He’ll need a surgeon soon to sew his asshole back up it’s so expanded.”
Lenny patted my head, “Good boy,” and I went straight back to getting him hard. When Lenny’s gobstopper of a cock achieved at its full length and thickness, already dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum, my job was over and I was brushed aside as the monster prodded at Opey’s tender ass. He begged not to be fucked by such a lethal looking weapon. Lenny’s response was to shove the entire length into his butt hole. Opey screamed. Fortunately, one of the first things I did when I first took over was soundproof my office.
The boss was anything but a premature ejaculator and it was quite boring watching the toad fuck the twink I had broken in. It would be pointless ramming my cock in after Lenny had dumped a load. I’d heard from some of the less fortunate mail boys that the boss usually shot enough spunk to cover the entire island of Sicily.
The reason for my sharp reaction to Lenny’s question about Opey being my boyfriend was that the one thing that the company frowned upon, to the extent it meant instant dismissal, was the fraternizing of the staff. Sure social drinking, social fucking, and tapping some cute male’s ass were permissible. What was total anathema to Lenny were affectionate relationships, that is, setting up home together. He’d learned from experience, it seems, that love and working conditions did not go hand in hand.
Some major players had felt the tip of Lenny’s expensive calf leather boot when it was discovered they had breached this major rule. I did not intend being one of them. Apart from which I was built for fucking, not for love.
“Put something in his mouth to shut him up,” Lenny called.
Opey was whimpering big time. If he’d any brains at all, no matter how much it hurt, he would have been begging, “Shove that huge fucker up my slut ass till I can’t stand up.” That’s the difference between him and me, between being a winner and being a loser, and that’s why he’ll be in the call center until the day he dies.
I slid my greasy cock into his mouth and the whimpering stopped replaced by a choking sound as I found the back of his throat. Lenny smiled his approval.
A few minutes later Lenny cursed like a drunken sailor as he pounded his slime into Opey’s ass and I pulled out of the twink’s mouth to squirt all over his face. It pays to give the boss a show.
“Clean up and clear out” Lenny said to Opey as he finished wiping his prick on a silk handkerchief before handing it over to the kid. “Keep it.”
Opey grabbed his clothes, heading for the nearest men’s room without even bothering to dress. Lenny lowered himself onto my divan. I knew better than to retreat behind my desk so I took the leather chair reserved for visitors, bringing me down to his level. I could tell from the look on his face that he liked my subservience.
“Not bad, the traction left a little to be desired,” Lenny said. “You or the slut’s boyfriend have had more than a cock up that hot little hole, I’ll wager.”
My answer was a smile.
“Mm, thought so. That’s what I like about you, Dex, no fuckin’ morals. Maybe next time you can get me that sweet little prick tease from the mail room. I hear he’s on everyone’s to do list but nobody’s done him yet.”
“He’d be a great asset in one of your porn flicks or streamed live.”
“Kid would make a fortune with his looks and personality,” Lenny agreed. “Have you asked him?”
“Any number of times but he’s simply not interested, not even for good money. Says he has a boyfriend but we’ve never seen him.”
“Not someone…”
“I don’t think so. Nobody would go against your rule, not even for a cute little fucker like that.”
“Keep on at him Dex, but don’t go overboard. I don’t want him accusing us of sexual harassment. It will have to be of his own free will.”
In my world there’s all kinds of free will and if I have to use coercion, threats or blackmail to get someone to make up their mind of their own free will, then I’ll use them. So far, threats and coercion had not worked on Justin. I picked up the phone.
“Jake Henderson, what can I do you for?”
It was the same tired greeting he’d been using for so long I couldn’t remember.
“It’s Dex. I need you to shadow someone for me.”
After I finished briefing him, he emailed me an invoice which I approved and sent straight up to the accounts department. The money would be in his account the next day. That was one distraction out of the way. I’d wait on Jake’s report to see if there was enough dirt to use as leverage. I do not take kindly to guys turning me down.
My feet were on my desk as I sat back in my chair contemplating what sort of havoc I could wreak on the innocent mail-room twink, especially if he was a virgin, before I threw the leftovers to Lenny, when my other problem burst through my door unbidden.
Gryff Black, the Welsh thorn in my side.
“What did you do to poor Opey, you bastard?” he spat, drawing himself to full height over me. He should have learned by now I don’t intimidate easily.
“Is there a problem?” I asked serenely, mainly to annoy him.
I expected better from him, but he trotted out that old cliché, “Yeah, you’re the problem.”
Tit for tat. “You’re the only one who seems to have a problem with me, Gryff. Perhaps you fancy me.”
I got the indignant splutter from him that I expected. I didn’t really believe he fancied me but something had got under his skin and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. He’d never liked me, thought I was an imposter. Well, yeah, I am. Faked the educational qualifications, faked my references, glossed over my period in prison, I said I was overseas furthering my education and experience. So what was his problem?
Oh, that’s right, a buddy of his applied for the same job I did, and he didn’t get it. That buddy wouldn’t suck off the old prick upstairs. Not my fault. What it boiled down to was he simply wasn’t ambitious enough. Since then Gryff has been attempting to expose me at every turn. Shit, he doesn’t need to do that, I’ll expose myself to anyone. Just not the way he wants. You see he’s as uptight as his mate who wanted the personnel job. Too conservative, too moral, too just plain dumb. Lets his temper get the better of him. Like this particular occasion.
“You are one disgusting piece of evil,” he shouted, purple in the face. “I’ve a good mind to call the cops over what you just did to Opey.”
“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you, Gryff.”
“Try me,” he said snapping open his cell phone.
“For starters it was Lenny Kline who did whatever it is you think has been done to Opey…”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Look Gryff, I’d love to see you make a fuckwit of yourself but I don’t want you to lose your job. I have nothing against you, so cool off, go see Opey, and then decide if it’s a good idea to ring the cops. I don’t think Opey, for one, would want them involved.”
He stormed out of my office shouting, “I’ll be back.”
“Apology accepted,” I called after him.
I hoped the fact I stopped him from embroiling the boss in a very sticky situation would at least get him to back off. Had he persevered with his accusation he would have lost his prestigious position with the company and from what I’d heard on the grapevine he had a hefty mortgage to keep up.
Gryff was the obstructionist at Board meetings, the reason they ran over-time, always arguing against proposals that any of the rest of us put forward. It was his job to frustrate, irritate, anything to make us so on top of our game and our departments that we could not be faulted. Lenny would sit back smiling broadly as we steamed at the petty problems that always seemed to crop up once Gryff got his critical teeth into a new product, a new line, or a new anything. Plus there were the moral objections. One day, Keith, our product manager lost it and screamed, “We’re a sex product company, there is no morality here.”
Even though all of us round the Board table, bar Gryff, agreed with the sentiment, Keith found himself unemployed that same afternoon. Lenny may think it but he didn’t necessarily want it said out loud.
I couldn’t get a bead on him. Gryff was a very private individual although he didn’t seem to have anything to hide. He was punctual, discreet, honest, and someone who took his responsibilities seriously. He never participated in the sexual excesses we others gorged ourselves on when Lenny provided them as a treat or as part of our profit-share package. He didn’t ask any compensation even though he lost out by refusing to join in. He would attend office launches and functions up until they became rowdy and then he would leave before the serious fucking got started.
I had managed in my short stay with the company to increase profit enormously through my astute use of the casting divan for the employment of porn actors, plus with ideas for new sex toys and electronic media. As a result we were regularly plied with our taste in male flesh, Lenny would not employ anyone who wasn’t at least bi, and banned outside spouses from any social events unless they were as rigorously debauched as their partner who worked for the company. So far it had worked well, most executives preferring their infidelities to remain private. Some of it had to do with their not wanting Lenny to get his lecherous hands on their loved ones.
If I hadn’t managed to ingratiate myself with just about everyone in the company from the lowest male secretary to Lenny’s PA (whose job I had my eye on) I would have been lucky to survive the ambush Gryff laid for me. He did warn me that he had something planned which would lead to my total humiliation.
“I suggest you resign and save yourself a lot of problems, Dex,” he sneered when he came to my office to talk privately. “You could put in your notice on medical grounds or a sudden family medical emergency. If you do that, I’ll keep quiet and it won’t affect your future prospects. Make me play my hand and you’ll go down.”
I had to find out if he was bluffing.
“What is all this bullshit, Gryff?”
“No bullshit, Dex.” He kept my eye so I knew he thought he had something. But what?
“What is so important it would ruin my career? I don’t fuck elephants on my days off.” I was playing for time. “My references are all bona fide.” Not a flicker which meant he hadn’t discovered how bogus they are. Bingo, it had to be… “You discovered my time at the resort?”
The smug look of satisfaction on his face gave it away. You need a poker face if you’re going to take me on and Gryff had just blown his chances out of the water. I know how to play the game better than him so while I stalled him, my subconscious was plotting.
“You’re a real gentleman giving me fair warning, Gryff, I appreciate it,” I lied.
“I don’t like to see conflict and disruption in a company I have devoted my whole life to. If you go quietly, it will be for the best.”
Whose best? I wondered.
“You have proof?” I queried.
Gryff tapped the folder he was carrying. He wasn’t the sort to bluff.
“Okay, you win. But I would like the opportunity to do it personally at the beginning of today’s meeting in the Board Room. I just couldn’t stomach sending an email and disappearing.”
“No tricks because I won’t hesitate to use this material. It’s explosive.”
Gryff was such a confident cunt and so smug in his innocence.
“Thanks, Gryff. I misjudged you,” I whined. “Somehow I’ll pay you back one day for what you’ve done for me today.”
Yes, I meant it in the negative but Gryff beamed, believing it to be positive. I looked forward to getting the fuckin’ cunt where it hurt. I didn’t know where that was but I’d find it. No matter how long it took.
regardless of what I did in an effort to befriend Gryff, he kept up his animosity. In fact, it seemed to increase over time for no apparent reason that I could tell. He had made it his business to be as big a thorn in my side as possible. He didn’t attempt to disguise it either, except when other people were around. Only he and I knew the depth of our antagonism toward each other.
Wallowing in his own superior skill, he came into the Board Room later, armed with his folder of incriminating evidence, already claiming victory. Rule number one in this game: never leave your enemy room to maneuver. Better to dispatch him there and then than allow him to fight another day.
When everyone had their coffee or tea and biscuits, Lenny called the meeting to order. Before he could get to the agenda items, I begged his indulgence to make a personal statement.
“Can’t it wait, Dex? We have a lot of business to get through this morning,” Lenny groused.
“I’m sorry Mr. Kline, it’s very important.”
Lenny knew it was serious because I never used his family name, he was always Lenny.
“All right, Dex. You have the floor.”
My performance was magnificent. I sobbed, I smiled, I thanked everyone for their support but I could not go another day with the terrible secret hanging over my head.
“They say confession is good for the soul, but in my case, it will not be good for the career. I’ve let you down Lenny. I’ve let you all down.” I sniffed for emphasis. “I lied in my application. It was done with the best of intentions.” I saw Gryff’s face curl up with disgust. “I never spent those two years overseas as I listed in my CV.” Deep breath. “I was in prison.” I waited for it to sink in. No one seemed fazed by my admission. Even Gryff was looking around the table in surprise at the lack of astonishment.
“Is that it?” Lenny said with scarce concealed impatience.
“I’m ready for whatever punishment you see fit, even—”
“For God’s sake sit down and stop being a bloody fool. Of course, you’ve been in prison. Most of us have. Two years. Phht! I spent five for embezzlement. I don’t judge a man by his record but by his actions when he works for me and so far you’ve added hundreds of thousands to the bottom line. I know you’re not siphoning off any of the cash flow because I keep an eye on your accounts. What you do in your office with the door closed is of no concern of mine, unless you leave the door unlocked…” he smiled at the memory, then coughed as if to clear his throat. “Now, gentlemen, item one.”
And with that, it was all over. If you could have harnessed the repressed anger emanating from Gryff you would have been able to power the whole building for the better part of a month.
At the meeting’s end, a visibly angry Gryff bailed me up when we were the last to leave. He probably expected me to flee but I was curious as to his reaction. It was not long in coming.
“You bastard,” he spat. “Don’t worry, I won’t under-estimate you next time.”
I tried being placatory. “Gryff, can’t we call a truce? We don’t have to like each other, but can’t we just agree to get on while at work. It’ll make things a lot easier for both of us.”
His response was to hiss like steam escaping a kettle, “See you in hell.”
And over the intervening weeks he did just that. He encouraged any young man I’d spread over my desk to put in an official complaint. He befriended my secretary, Brian, in an effort to get any dirt but he always turned up empty-handed. His behavior didn’t exactly endear him to me but his lack of success was making him a dangerous man. His pursuit of me would eventually turn up the darker secrets that were hidden out of sight but not so deep that sustained digging wouldn’t eventually unearth them. I was spending so much time fending off his archeological digs my work was suffering. By work, I mean my pursuit of the ever-reluctant Justin. Had he succumbed, at least I could have used his twink ass to relieve my frustrations, but success there looked as far away as ever. In fact, since I’d increased my pursuit he did everything in his power to avoid me, especially being caught alone with me in my office or the elevator.
I was impatient for Jake Henderson’s report but I’d given him a fortnight. I’d received a report a few days in but he’d made no progress. “Everything is on the level,” he said to my disappointment. “But it’s early days yet.” That’s not what I wanted to hear.
I was in the process of reliving myself into the wide-open craw of some slutty accounts department apparatchik who thought taking my cock snot on an irregular basis was going to get him promoted. The kid’s throat was paradise for my impatient prick. He was one velvet-throated cocksucker and you know what they say, ‘Any mouth round your cock is better than the two you haven’t got yet.’
Sid was wrapping his throat muscles around my prick as I skulled-fucked his face holding him until the air wanted to burst out of his lungs, desperate to get another hit of oxygen. My hit was seeing his face covered in spit, mucous and long strings of pre-cum. I love the look on a young guy gazing up into my uncaring eyes begging to have his mouth used and abused. Sid was a perfect sub. He did whatever I asked.
When the phone rang on my desk I had to let go of the back of his head to reach across my desk to answer, still he continued to ram his face down the length of my cock without any encouragement from me. I encouraged him to go easy as I didn’t want any choking sounds going through to my caller, unless it happened to be Sid’s boyfriend on the line. I’m such a cunt.
It was better than that; it was Jake with the answer I’d been waiting for. “We’ve got a hit but we’re not sure whether it’s a good or a bad. He does have a boyfriend.”
Ah, the little bastard wasn’t lying. That did explain his behavior. Maybe, if we dug up enough dirt on the boyfriend, I could control Justin. I was so pleased with the first good news I’d received in weeks I allowed Sid to suck me off at his own pace and swallow all my junk. I gave him a pat on the head in appreciation. He didn’t look pleased. Wiping the puke and mucous from his face with his handkerchief, he snarled, “I’ll come back when you have your mind on the job.”
Point taken.
I was jittery all afternoon, as if I’d indulged in too much fine roasted coffee, so I cancelled all my appointments and auditions, steeling myself for the aha! moment I was sure Jake was going to hand me. He did. In spades.
Squeezing his portly frame into my much smaller chair, he tossed the envelope containing the surveillance photos across the desk. “Bad news, Dex. He has a boyfriend. He’s faithful to him, or has been for the past two weeks, and shows no sign that he knows we’re shadowing him.” He flipped his notebook open to remind himself of the sequence opf events. Jake’s too fat for field work anymore so leaves it up to operatives, that’s why he needed to swat up on the facts. “Incidentally, that kid is one helluva looker. He must be making the company a fortune. He turns heads wherever he goes but he doesn’t seem to notice.”
“He’s not one of the actors, Jake. He works in the mail room.”
“What a fuckin’ waste. I was sorta hoping to acquire his services after this job is over. Shit.”
“You may be in luck if these photos contain anything I can use.”
“Don’t tease me, Dex.”
“Holy fuckin’ mother of God and the entire twelve Disciples!” All I needed was a single glance at the photographs to know I’d hit a major lode.
“Is that good or bad?” Jake asked.
“If you weren’t a fuck ugly obese blight on the face of humanity, Jake, I’d get down on my knees and suck your cock in thanks for what you’ve just delivered me.”
“Don’t let my weight stop you,” he laughed.
“If my plan works, Jake, I will personally see to it the little slut sucks your cock.”
“It’s always a pleasure working for you, Dex.”
“And you say this guy is his boyfriend? Guaranteed?”
“They live together, go everywhere together, play lovey dovey at the movies, hold hands in restaurants, and look like they gladly die for each other. The usual sorta shit you see from newlyweds.”
I glanced at my computer. “According to Justin’s application he lives at a different address.” I read it out to Jake.
“That’s his mum’s place. Goes there every afternoon straight from work. Picks up his mail, has a chat, then heads home to the bf.”
“Any idea…”
“We’re ahead of you, mate. One of the ops visited mum, pretended to be looking for a friend who used to live in the area, one thing led to another and she invited him in. Friendly as all get out. He commented on what a fine looking lad the man in the photograph was and, voila!, the floodgates opened. Your guy and his bf have been together for eighteen months. Absolutely devoted to each other, she says. But she does worry that they over-extended themselves buying a condominium together. It’s out of their price range but she says Justin is hoping for a promotion soon and that will help with the mortgage payments. Until then things are a bit tight. She worries that the economic climate might eat up all their savings and the apartment might be repossessed by the bank.”
“Very helpful, Jake. I think from what you’ve told me I can almost guarantee you he’ll be on his knees worshipping that club you have between your legs within the month. If not sooner.”
After Jake waddled off down the corridor to the lift, I did a little jig around the office, interrupted by my personal secretary, Brian, who received the pointy end of my good mood. It helps to keep the staff on side. He’d come in to tell me about Lenny’s grand scheme to cut off some of the dead wood in the company and that meant some of the higher positions as well. I wasn’t safe as anyone could fill my shoes and there were a couple of sleazy guys in the executive who were as good as I was at generating cash flow. The only guy who could be assured of keeping his job was bloody Gryff, Lenny’s sounding board. I needed an idea to dazzle at the specially convened meeting in a month.
We hadn’t been asked to present ideas but I knew the others would be up nights scheming of ways to hold on to their lucrative positions. You have to stay one step ahead of the game, so I spent all my time at the computer, not allowing even a hint of sex to enter my brain, which took all the willpower I possessed. But I was betting everything on my scheme. It was make or break. If I made it, the future was mine. If I failed, it just meant moving to another city, faking another CV. I’d done it before, I could do it again. But I preferred not to.
With three weeks to go, I had it all mapped out. It was brilliant. Fool proof. Save for an act of God, and I didn’t believe in him or her or them. We’re responsible for our own destiny. Just as I would be responsible for Justin’s.
Two weeks before the meeting, I presented my ideas to Lenny whose eyes sparkled like they were seeing pure gold. Secrecy was paramount so I’d used my own money to get my presentation professionally produced. It would have been cheaper to have done it in-house, but then everyone would have discovered what I was up to.
Lenny leaned back in his plush office chair, “Dex, that’s the sort of thinking that keeps this company at the cutting edge of new technology. I’m impressed.”
“Sir,” I said obsequiously, “I have an even better idea to launch this, and it will mean a spectacular front man for the enterprise, and it will also mean you get your cock into the little slut from the mail room.”
“Justin?”
“Guaranteed,” I boasted.
I was pretty sure Justin’s co-operation could be coerced out of him but there were all those annoying unknowns like morals, love, fidelity, those attributes useless to the effective running of a business.
When I had finished explaining the most devious part of my plan, if I’d been naked I guess Lenny would have been kissing my ass.
“You know, Dex, I’d be proud to call you son.”
“I’d like to bring in outside techs to set this up so no one gets wind of it. Explain that we’re putting in new security or some such.”
“Go for it with my blessing. Spend what you have to and pass the invoices through to me. No need to involve accounts until it’s all signed, sealed and working perfectly. Use some of the boys from the studio with a couple of the execs. Tell them it’s a bonus. My boy, this will rock the foundations of the business.”
I left him chortling over his vision of future profits. Or Justin’s sweet ass. Maybe both.
It automatically fell to me to supervise the ‘renovations to the Board room.’ It was a blind to prevent people from discovering that we were installing a whole new technological marvel in one of the movie studios downstairs. I utilized the best IT brains in the business and only a few of them grasped the magnitude of what we were attempting. Those who were savvy enough would find employment with us if they wanted it, starting with the brilliant designer I’d found. All the other experts had been lukewarm to the idea, either morally or on the grounds it was impossible, while Wes Greer saw the possibilities and ran with it. Plus he was my sort of man, asking if I wanted anything special set up in my office so I could keep an eye on activities elsewhere in the building.
Of course I did.
The whole process went so smoothly I began to get superstitious that it would all go wrong on the day. Even the tech run came out better than any of us had dared hoped, let alone expected. It wasn’t in its finished form but it was good enough for the dry run which I’d organized: the free-for-executives orgy with the porn boys which was moved to our specially constructed studio. None of them was warned of what we were doing and, of course, Gryff bailed out for which I was grateful.
It was the usual sleazy yahoo booze-up, fuck-anything-with-a-hole party. No one noticed I wasn’t in attendance; I was much too busy with Wes overseeing the whole set-up. He’d never seen a genuine all-male group sex party before and spent a lot of his time adjusting his crotch. To prevent his rushing off to the men’s to relieve himself because he wasn’t concentrating on his job, I called in one of the actors who gave him an expert blow job to get his mind back on the business at hand.
“Never been blown by a guy before,” Wes admitted after he’d almost blown the actor’s head off with his discharge of spunk. “Think I’d like to try it again. Soon.”
“If this works you’ll get as much boy pussy as your dick desires,” I assured him.
The next day we showed the results to Lenny who was as pleased as we were with the results. “And that will be ready to go by the time of the executive meeting and be beamed out to the world?” Lenny was nervous because there was a lot riding on his new baby. He’d sent out a thousand invitations to techies and gamesters world-wide to check out X Factory’s launch of a great new interactive game.
It was my ass on the line if my plan didn’t work. I fussed over the fine-tuning with Wes like it was a new life form. It was in a way, it was my baby. I’d conceived it and I was helping it along to gestation. Arriving early for work the morning of the launch, I paced the office checking that all was in place. I had very little wriggle room so if something went wrong…I didn’t like to think about it. My stomach was doing enough for both of us.
When the phone rang, I sighed, finally relaxing. The last piece of my scheme was about to fall into place. I’d asked the receptionist in the company’s foyer to ring me when Justin arrived for work. The mail room would be busy for about an hour as they sorted through each department head’s correspondence. I swallowed one of my blue pills to give me courage. Well, not so much courage as to put iron in my dick. I’d need it.
At nine o’clock, just before the boys did their rounds, I rang the mail room supervisor, asking him to send Justin up. “I’ll require him for the reminder of the day,” I said. “Please don’t inform him of that as yet because it’s necessary for it to come as a surprise.”
I heard the supervisor snicker, obviously attuned to what was expected of the young lad.
“As long as you don’t send him back broken,” the supervisor chortled. “He’s a good worker.”
“If he’s that good, I may not send him back at all,” I replied.
Everything was set. I gritted my teeth to steel my determination, tucked away any qualms I had, took a number of deep breaths so that when Justin knocked on my office door, I was ready for him.
“Come in,” I called.
I’d forgotten just what a looker he was. I’d been so involved in other things for the past month I had totally lost track of him but now he was in the office with me, my cock hardened immediately.
“Take a seat, Justin. Just leave my mail on the table over there.”
He looked at me nervously as I locked the door behind him.
“We have something very serious to discuss, Justin, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Would you like a coffee?”
“No,” he said quickly, giving the impression he thought it might be drugged. He must have realized his reaction might give offense, so he added, “Thank you, no.”
“Are you ambitious, Justin?”
“Of course,” he smiled.
“I’m asking because there is a vacancy for a front man in the new department that is being launched this very day at noon. If you were to accept the position, you will be introduced to everyone at the executive meeting today.”
I could see the puzzled look as he attempted to work out what position it might be. I decided it was better to be direct. “Lenny and I have been working on this department for over a month and we need a front man who is personable, ambitious, dedicated and, um, flexible in his thinking. Does that describe you?”
His enthusiasm was unbridled. “Hell, yes.” Then his suspicions surfaced. “Um…what would I have to do to get the job?”
“You would need to be flexible in other areas as well as your thinking. Your body, for example.”
He was catching on fast. “Just how flexible would my body have to be?”
“If you could get your legs behind your head that would be very helpful.”
He stood up violently. “So that’s what this is all about. I should have known.”
“Sit down, Justin. I haven’t finished.”
Still flushed in the face, he sat moodily. “You’ve been watching too much company porn. That sort of shit only happens in fantasies.”
“Oh, I can assure you, Justin, it also happens in real life. On this very desk, in fact.”
“Well, it won’t be happening with my ass any time soon.”
“Does that mean there are long-term prospects that you may give up your ass?”
He was indignant. “No, it doesn’t mean that at all.”
“Pity,” I said opening my drawer and taking out the folder of photographs given to me by Jake. “Then I have something of a serious nature to discuss with you. I did give you the opportunity to settle this in a very pleasurable manner but you’ve chosen to take the high moral ground. You are familiar, are you not, with the company rule about boyfriends within the company? Ridiculous red tape to my way of thinking, but there you go.”
He blanched slightly but decided to bluff it out. “Of course, I am. What’s that got to do with me?”
I pushed the folder across the desk. “Take a look.”
His hand shook so violently as he reached out to take it, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
The wind was knocked out of his sails the moment he opened the folder and he slumped in the chair.
“Dex, I can’t afford to lose this job. We’ll lose our apartment. We’re barely scraping by as it is.”
“You should have thought of that before you refused my very generous offer of a promotion with a substantial increase in salary.”
“It was the strings that were attached to the offer I didn’t like.”
“It’s an old cliché, Justin, but its truth is as applicable today as it was when it was coined. When the boss says ‘Jump’, you say ‘How high?’ You get my point.”
“Does Gryff know you’ve found out about us?”
“No. In fact, you’re here because he doesn’t have to find out.”
“As long as I allow you to shove your dick up my ass. And, in return for this promotion I suppose I’d be expected to assist your every need, including draining your balls with my ass or my mouth on a regular basis?”
“You catch on quickly.”
“Gryff would catch on even quicker and it would mean the instant death of our relationship.”
“Your relationship is no concern of mine, except insofar as it breaks company policy. Now, you can hop on the desk like a good slut and try to enjoy yourself, and I can assure you that you will, or I can take this folder to the executive meeting in a few hours and you and your boyfriend Gryff will be able to sit at home tonight snug in the comfort of your moral superiority.”
“Bastard!”
“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. However, you have only yourselves to blame for your predicament. You knew the rules, you broke them. I had nothing to do with that. I’m merely taking advantage of a situation.”
“I want to talk to Gryff.”
“Impossible. You have about fifteen minutes in which to make up your mind. A life of luxury and excess beyond your wildest dreams which, incidentally, Gryff can share with you, or not, as the case may be. You just have to learn to relax and be a little more flexible in your Puritanism. I think you’ll find the world a much more exciting place if you do. The alternative is too bleak to contemplate.”
“At least Gryff and I will have our dignity.”
“Unless the world has turned upside down since I was last in a bank, I think you’ll find they don’t see dignity as a viable currency when it comes to paying your mortgage.”
“Tell me about this job.”
“I can’t tell you too much except that…” I scribbled a figure on the outside of the folder. “That is the starting salary.”
I could see his eyes open in surprise.
“Of course, you as the public face would obviously share in its success. You would be on a percentage, yet to be calculated. It would depend on your commitment. However, you stand to become a very wealthy man.”
“I suspect there’s a catch here. The more wealth involved, the more flexible my body will have to be. Am I right?”
The kid was no dummy.
“Correct.”
“Neither choice is exactly enticing,” he said. “Gryff and I have based our relationship on fidelity.”
“He doesn’t have to find out. We can keep it very discreet.”
“I want you to know that what you are offering is against everything I hold dear. Gryff and his love are more important than all the money or success you can offer.”
“If the bullshit makes you feel better, I’m prepared to listen, but you have exactly ten minutes to make up your mind. I’ll give you five minutes while I go to the men’s room, then I’ll come back and answer any questions you may have. At the end of that you will give me a definite answer. You will either be taken up to the board room or you will be escorted from the premises.”
I unlocked the door. “Don’t attempt to ring Gryff or leave this room. That will render the offer null and void. Five minutes.”
I wasn’t a fool. I locked the door from the other side and I’d had my phone diverted at the switch so Justin was unable to ring out. It was a tense five minutes as I paced the corridor, unable to sit still. It was not only Justin’s future that was riding on his decision, but mine as well. The executive meeting was due to begin in forty-five minutes.
I had a fallback position if dignity did mean more to Justin than success, so my heart was beating moderately fast when I opened the door to my office and stepped back inside. The lights had been dimmed and the shades pulled. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light before I saw him perched naked on my desk, his ass facing the door, his legs stretched almost doubling his body in two.
“Is this flexible enough?” There was an edge of bitterness to his voice.
“On first appearances, but it will have to be tested.”
“I guessed as much.”
“When you overcome your distaste for what you’re doing, and your disgust at me, you will find yourself a very wealthy man.”
“Money isn’t everything.”
“It will allow you to keep your very comfortable apartment.”
“The main thing I want to keep is this betrayal secret from Gryff. I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds out. I may not need the job or the salary if he does.”
“It will depend on his desire to keep the apartment. And, of course, you.”
“You know, Gryff would never have given in to the pressure you’re putting on me. He would have told you where you could shove your blackmail. He’s a better man than I’ll ever be.”
Ah, the young can be so naïve.
I sat down at my desk without touching him although his body sorely tempted me. He uncurled himself and stood watching me as I opened my top desk drawer to retrieve a sheath of papers.
He glared. “Was that some sort of test?”
“No, it’s all real and above board. But I’m not foolish enough to touch you before you’ve signed your new work contract saying you are doing all this of your own free will and that no coercion has been brought to bear.” I pushed the contract across the desk for him to sign.
He glanced through it, muttering as he discovered one or two ambiguous paragraphs. “You say Gryff will never find out what I had to do to get this job? And Mr. Kline will not be told of our relationship?”
“Gryff will never hear it from me and, as for the rest of it, I think I can persuade Lenny to change the rule on this occasion. If it will put your mind at rest, Justin, it will be immediately apparent to everyone in the boardroom today that you have won this position purely on your own merits. I’ll have little to do with the launch which will be beamed live through the net in precisely…” I looked at my watch, “…one hour and thirty eight minutes. Lenny will take responsibility for employing you in the new job.”
Justin sighed, picked up the pen and signed. I slid the contract into my leather satchel for the meeting.
“Now, cunt. Down on your knees and start sucking.”
He was startled by my aggressive tone but dropped to his knees as I undid the fly of my business trousers to peel them and my briefs to the floor. My cock was already at half-mast and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum in anticipation. I have to hand it to Justin; there was no groaning or sighing about the task he had to perform, he got straight into it while I peeled off my coat and shirt. His technique was expert. He lathered my balls; he licked the head of my prick getting his tongue into the crevice of my slit to suck away all the juice. He managed to deep throat me with[DC1] out gagging. Justin was a fuckin’ natural. His future was assured.
“Get back on the desk exactly as you were before and clutch your ankles.”
He climbed back up and assumed the position. I quickly stepped out of my clothes and footwear[DC2] , grabbed the lube I had stored in my desk and squirted a glob on my fingers before pushing into his puckered hole. I was running out of time and I wanted to audition my prey so badly that his comfort was of no concern. I didn’t want to injure him, however, because he was destined for a lot of ass punishment later. The lube I used had a mild anesthetic but it would take a while to work.
As I sawed two of my fingers in and out of his clutching ass, I assured him, “I know you don’t believe me at the moment, Justin, but you will get to enjoy these sessions. In fact, by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be begging to be taken further and further until you can’t get enough cock, can’t get enough fucking, can’t get enough degradation. You’ll love it like the slut whore you really are.”
I felt him tense under my verbal onslaught but he relaxed into my fingering as I found his vulnerable spot. I pushed against it until his cock hardened to its impressive full size. “Nice cock. I hope you use it as well as you manipulate your ass cunt lips.” He was flexing his sphincter around my fingers almost as an automatic reflex. This kid was born to be fucked.
I slipped my fingers out of his warm, inviting hole and positioned my prick at his greased entrance rubbing a little of the residual lube along the shaft. He stared at me with what I read as a determination not to be turned on by our little escapade but his hard cock put paid to that lie, although he could probably justify that to himself as my manipulation of his prostate over which he had no control.
He was defying me, of course; I expected no different. In fact, it would work against my plan if he didn’t struggle or scream or fight back. I slammed my cock straight into his anal chute, past his complaining sphincter, embedding my prick in his bowels. God, he was tight. He didn’t make a sound although I read the pain in his grimace before he threw his head back to prevent my seeing his distress. Fuck his distress; it’s exactly what I wanted. I rammed his butt hole like a man running for his train. I wanted him to feel it, the first of many times I intended to tag his ass. I told him so, calling him slut, whore, boy cunt, all my favorite terms of endearment although I suspect he didn’t hear the warmth hidden in the depths of my tone of voice. [DC3] That would come with time.
I leaned over to press the buzzer under the lip of my desk as I powered my way to climax. I don’t like to come quickly but on this occasion I had no choice. I squeezed my hand around Justin’s neck as I felt my balls clutch. “Listen cunt,” I wheezed at my victim. “You’re mine now. Between the two of us we’ll own this company one day just like I own this cum-sucking ass of yours. You can fight it all you want, in fact, I like it that way, but you will crave my cock, you will submit to me. Understand?”
He couldn’t answer because I had my hand around his throat so tightly he could scarcely draw breath but I noticed the flicker of rebellion in his eyes, the ‘fuck you’ movement of his lips. It will be such a pleasure to break him in.
I heard the soft click of the office door closing which meant Brian was in place. I powered up my cock thrusts until I was like a piston with no thought other than to get as far inside him as I could. His sphincter clutched at my cock trying to get this punishment over with sooner rather than later. I grunted as I shoved inside him one last time, pinning him like a butterfly to the desk as I shot load after load into his guts. Justin merely closed his eyes as if glad it was all over.
Brian coughed discreetly to let me know he was ready.
“Thanks, Brian. If you would just get me a clean cloth from my bathroom, then I’ll let you get Justin ready for his presentation.”
I pulled out and excess cum puddled on the desk beneath Justin’s fiery red fuck hole. As I held Justin down, Brian licked my cock and balls clean before a final wipe with the cloth, then he turned his attention to Justin’s raw hole, licking and hoovering the spunk around the entrance.
“Mmmm,” he muttered. Brian is one helluva pig.
It was an easy matter then for Brian to go to the other side of my desk, open the capacious lower drawer, extract the spreader bar, and shackle Justin’s ankles before the kid even knew what was happening. I cuffed his wrists together before he had any wriggle room. He went to object and that was the moment Brian shoved the metal dentist-style speculum into his mouth spreading it wide open.
Justin struggled, kicking out in an effort to escape but Brian was a powerful fucker, that’s what comes of steroid abuse, and could easily overpower the twenty-two year old twink.
“I have to get ready for the Board Meeting, Brian. I’ll leave Justin in your very capable hands. Clean him up for the presentation. Feel free to take advantage of his ass or his mouth, but don’t hurt him and don’t mark him. Leave your spunk in his ass if that’s what you choose because it will make the presentation more interesting.”
“Sure, boss,” Brian said, eyeing Justin’s butt with longing.
It was enough to make my cock twitch. Good, the medication was working.
I think the words Justin was attempting to utter as I left the office were ‘you bastard,’ but I couldn’t really tell because his mouth was full.
The makeshift Board room in the basement studio was buzzing when I got there. There were six other executives, including Gryff, plus Lenny and myself. The boss nodded and I gave him the thumbs up.
“Gentlemen,” he boomed. “We are on the cusp of a great new adventure. The company stands on the threshold of the future. I’d like you to have a look at a little experiment we conducted without your knowledge, but I’m sure you won’t mind. This is strictly in-house and will be destroyed once we’ve finished with it. This is by way of a demonstration of our new IT department which I will be announcing in precisely an hour. We go live to a wide hook-up of our retailers around the world, plus a select group of IT journalists and the top one thousand subscribers to our pay-per-view material. It’s they who will be giving this their seal of approval or their kiss of death. It’s an exciting moment to be involved.”
The hyperbole went on and on for about ten minutes before he rolled the video. For a few minutes the executives watched their sexual shenanigans of a few weeks earlier, carrying on like a pack of teenagers heckling each other’s performance. Only Gryff remained aloof, his mouth curled up in a look of distaste. Suddenly the screen changed and the execs were no longer human, replaced by avatars: roman soldiers, medieval mythological monsters, aliens, all pounding the very human ass of one of our porn actors. The avatars changed every few moments to show the breadth of what could be done with the technique.
“Welcome to dub.con,” Lenny said proudly.
Gryff couldn’t help himself. “You mean dot com.”
“No, Gryff, I mean dub.con. As we all know, sex with a little bit of, shall we say, persuasion goes a long way to getting people off. Until now, we’ve pussyfooted around the genre, leaving it to the Russians to exploit. No longer. We’ve trademarked dub.con for the live streaming of dub con live action. The joy of it is each viewer can create his own avatar, whether human, animal or even vegetable, to do what he wants with our live model. You gentlemen are our guinea pigs. No, don’t get up Gryff. This involves us all. There will be no exceptions today.
“I’ve chosen a young man who personifies everything that I want the poster boy for the new technology to embody. You’ll meet him shortly. Right on the dot of noon, we here in this room will be live for an hour and you will do your damnedest, gentlemen, to impress the audience as well as me with your skills. Your faces will be pixilated so your identities remain private. There is a reward and a punishment involved. You all know what dub con means so it will be a performance. The young man on the receiving end will act his part and you, gents, must play yours and treat him like a piece of scum. There are extra points for verbalizing and rough treatment. Obviously real injury and excessive pain are to be avoided. Our audience will vote for their favorites. The winner will receive a $10,000 bonus. The loser…” he paused to ensure he had their full attention, “…will be dismissed.”
There was a buzz from the room.
“Lenny, I—” Gryff was cut off.
“You will be involved as much as any of the other men here. This is a team effort and, up until now, I’ve allowed you your reticence, your moral superiority. There has come a time when you must make a commitment to the company or else seek more amenable pastures. Understand.”
Lenny wasn’t brutal in explaining how it was going to be in future, merely firm. Just as I’d coaxed him. Gryff looked daggers at me. I shrugged as if none of it was of my doing.
“I know it’s a lot to take in gentlemen, but you will become the models for viewers to paste their own avatars over. Please feel free to create a persona for the hour. There will be substantial bonuses at year end if this scheme is as successful as we believe it will be.”
Gryff and one other executive showed traces of concern while the others were buzzing with the opportunity for a new sexual deviation. Just wait until they got a load of the model.
A voice came over the intercom. “Thirty seconds till we’re live, Mr. Kline.”
Lenny was shaking ever so slightly. “Fingers crossed. This is a big day for X Factory.”
The countdown continued. We took our seats as Lenny sat regally at the head of the table. The camera would zoom in from the wires and tracks embedded in the ceiling.
“10…9…8…7…”
On it droned, the seconds seeming to drag like minutes until Lenny spoke in his warm avuncular tones he used when he wanted something. He addressed the audience as if inviting them to a private party, explaining in simpler terms what we were attempting, apologizing in advance if something went wrong, promising people their ultimate dub con fantasy.
“For today, we’ll keep the storyline simple,” he explained. “The fictional plot is that it takes place in a company not unlike this one, in which it is totally forbidden for the staff to have anything along the lines of a permanent relationship with each other. Sex is fine, love is not. I know,” he smiled disarmingly, “What sort of bastard boss would introduce such a rule, but this is fantasy, keep that in mind. The conflict is that the rule breaker is one of the boys in the mailroom who has refused to peddle his cute little ass among the staff for a regular fucking. He’s too arrogant to believe he needs to share like all the others. There’s the added frisson that his lover is one of the members of the board who are about to give his ass a farewell fuck. The twink concerned, of course, has to be coerced. Got it?
“Please vote for your favorite actor and let us know what you think of the poster boy we’ve chosen to be the face, and ass, of our campaign.” Then raising his voice, he called. “Bring in the slut.”
This was the moment I’d been waiting for. There was a palpable sense of excitement in the room, but when the double doors opened and Brian dragged a struggling Justin into the room, his feet and wrists bound; there was a frenzy of cheering and catcalls. The blood drained from Gryff’s face as he watched Justin manhandled to the center of the room.
“Please feel free to remove your clothing gents,” Lenny said and there was a flurry of activity until all of us but Gryff were naked and sporting our obvious approval of the victim.
“As the lord of the manor, I get first go at the little fucker. Plus I have the biggest cock and will open him up for the rest of you.”
Not quite true about the biggest prick if we were talking cock size. Tyrone had the biggest, blackest, meanest prick I’d ever seen and it eclipsed Lenny by a good inch or so. Tyrone knew better than to argue size. He liked his job and his remuneration package.
“Stop this,” Gryff shouted.
Lenny looked directly at the camera, “There’s always one in every company.”
“What’s the problem, Gryff?” I asked.
“Have you thought of the legal ramifications of what you’re doing?”
“We’re making a porn movie, Gryff. A slightly different porn movie admittedly by using members of the staff, but—”
“What about that boy? He’s from the mail room, isn’t he?”
Good touch, pretending not to know him.
“Oh, Justin, you mean. He’s a slut who loves cock. Volunteered to do it. Very keen, in fact.”
“I don’t believe you,” Gryff spat.
I retrieved the contract and shoved it in his face. “He signed a contract.”
“You must have forced him.” Gryff was clutching at straws and he knew it.
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“Take that horrible metal contraption out of his mouth and I will.”
“I’m afraid the device, which we sell from our online catalogue, stays in. However, Justin can nod his head or shake it. If he shakes it, he will be released and allowed to leave.”
Gryff put so much pleading into his voice it was obvious to everyone in the room they were lovers. “Justin, tell me, are you doing this willingly or have you been forced by blackmail or something else to take part in this travesty?”
I arched my eyebrow which Justin saw clearly as a warning.
“You need to ask a yes or no question, Gryff.”
“Are you doing this of your own volition, Justin?”
There was a pause, then as Justin looked Gryff squarely in the eyes, he nodded. There was a chorus of cheers as the men pushed the victim to his knees in front of Lenny whose obscene cock poked its way through the speculum and into Justin’s slobbering mouth, cutting off his breath.
Gryff remained still, a picture of devastation, as the other men in the room pushed and pulled Justin’s head back and forth along Lenny’s shaft, holding it still when his throat was impaled on the bloated prick until he gagged. Mucous ran out of his clamped mouth and out his nose. His eyes teared as Lenny took over for an intense skull fuck of the twink.
“Gryff, get your clothes off or I’ll begin to have serious doubts about your commitment to this company. Perhaps this is not the company for you anymore. If so, I hope we part friends. Dex, call security and have Gryff escorted from the premises.”
“Wait,” Gryff shouted. “I reserve the right to leave at any time or, at the very least, not participate. But…”
Justin’s eyes had shown admiration for Gryff’s stand. He must have believed his troubles were over, but his head sank in despair when Gryff began to remove his clothes. I was probably the only one to notice Gryff’s cock was hard as everyone else’s when he finally shucked his undies.
There was a large screen at the back of the room where viewers’ tweets and comments sent via their game console could be seen. Many of the viewers were becoming impatient at the stay of proceedings. ‘Get on with it,’ was the general consensus.
Lenny took the messages to heart and, holding the back of Justin’s head, gave his mouth a right royal battering. When he judged his cock was slimy enough, he had the men position Justin on the table and then rammed his cock home.
“Fuckin’ hell, you little slut. That’s the tightest fuckin’ hole I’ve ever dipped my wick in. Shit, if only you could feel his tight ass like I can.”
Lenny’s verbalizing was your basic porn tripe, but it would do for starters. We all gave Lenny room to do his shtick, knowing one nasty load was about his limit. He was not an appealing sight but many of the viewers liked the nasty aspect of the ‘ugly’ boss working over the twink subordinate. What most of them were waiting for was the central action with the stud board members.
While Lenny fucked Justin’s ass, Bill climbed on the table and sank his dick in Justin’s mouth until the kid sounded like he was choking. It was time to remove the metal brace. I waited until Bill groaned and shuddered, signaling his orgasm, his spunk spilling out of Justin’s mouth because he was having problems swallowing. Before anyone else could take Bill’s place, I leaned over and began the process of removing the speculum, taking the opportunity to whisper, “Good boy, keep it up. Let’s hear some screams for mercy, especially around Lenny ugly cock, and later with Tyrone. I know they’ll be real but the people watching will think it’s playacting. This is the beginning of a whole new career for you. Get used to it, slut.”
Justin swallowed, making faces as he moved his mouth to get feeling back into his face which had been forced open for so long. He looked at me and for a moment I held my breath wondering whether he would bail out. He looked at Lenny and sneered. “My ass is much too good for your fuckin’ ugly old prick. Get it out of my ass.” He attempted to kick Lenny away but his constraints prevented anything dangerous.
Lenny laughed at the taunting, responding by slamming even harder. “Arrogant young slut. You’ll take my cock and love it.”
There was a bit of half-hearted banter back and forth until Lenny howled like a banshee and must have dumped a month’s worth of cum in Justin’s anal passage. He pulled out and a gush of cum followed. “Looks like I wasn’t the first today, you little whore.”
Gryff was appalled at the amount of spooge pooling on the table and had to be having serious doubts about his boyfriend. Putting my arm around him, I whispered, “He told me he loves cock, can’t get enough. This is the opportunity he’s been waiting for. But look on the bright side, Gryff, his new position with the company, apart from being flat on his back so he won’t need his own desk, it brings with it a hefty salary package so that fancy apartment of yours will be mortgage-free in no time at all. And think of the new sexual skills he’ll bring home at night.”
Gryff was startled. “Does Lenny…”
“As far as I can see, it’s none of his business.”
He visibly relaxed. I squeezed his oozing cock. “Pretty impressive, Gryff, no wonder you hooked him. I think it’s time we joined the action.”
I steered him over to where the third exec was feeding Justin’s ass. He’d draped him over one of the chairs and was hammering at him doggy fashion while a fourth was feeding him a long length of man sausage. The guys were getting into the spirit of the adventure that I had mentally mapped out in my head. I noticed Gryff move in to watch the cocks plowing his boyfriend at both ends, surreptitiously palming his cock as he did so.
“Hey, guys, give Gryff a go. He’s never joined in one of our little parties before. Let him fuck the slut.”
By now, if I had my guess, they’d all realized they were fucking Gryff’s boyfriend.
“Put him back on the table so Gryff can watch his slut mouth that’s sucked so much spunk down his gullet today.”
Oh, I know, I’m a cunt.
When Justin was in position, I pulled his asshole apart so Gryff could see the cum oozing inside. Gryff seemed reluctant, about to bolt, until Justin screamed out, “What are you waiting for? My slut ass not good enough for your holier-than-thou prick?”
That did it!
“You fuckin’ mongrel,” Gryff screamed, his voice cracked with betrayal. “To think I trusted you. Your nothing but a fuckin’ cock whore.”
“That’s it, baby, feed my insatiable need for cock. Fuck my ass till I bleed, you sniveling piece of shit. I need cock to live. I need cock more than oxygen.”
Gryff was as fierce as I’d ever seen him, slamming Justin’s body across the table, spitting his contempt and his excitement. They only had eyes for each other and it was so fucking exciting, I could have come without touching myself.
Gryff finally roared his release, clamping his mouth over Justin’s as the twink also shot a load onto his own stomach and chest. They were both panting as they separated. If they believed the afternoon was over they were mistaken. Tyrone and myself still hadn’t come.
I’d organized it that way.
I wanted the world to see this.
I lay on the boardroom table on my back, my aching cock pointing to the ceiling. “Lower him down onto me boys, facing away from me.”
Justin must have believed that his ordeal was over because he struggled to get away when he discovered it was to continue. It was no use and soon I had my cock wedged in his sloppy but still remarkably tight ass.
“Take the shackles off guys, he can’t get away now, and he’ll need to spread his legs wider to take Tyrone.”
In awe, because they knew what was coming, they released Justin as I held him firmly by the waist, pushing my prick up inside him in short thrusts. When he was comfortable I pulled his legs apart and back, nodding to Tyrone, who kneeled between my thighs and aimed his huge cock at Justin’s already full ass. He’d at least greased his mammoth weapon beforehand and with the spunk already slicking Justin’s insides as extra lube, he began to push the head against the twink’s tight hole. I felt the struggle but it was inevitable Tyrone would win.
The scream of pain was like nothing I’d ever heard before and it made me hot. Tyrone was a patient lover; he took his time while I held Justin tight, whispering sweet obscenities in his ear. I saw Gryff’s look of anger mixed with envy and a touch of sexual excitement. I had no idea if their relationship would last. I didn’t care, I had my own plans for Justin.
“Your boyfriend’s watching, slut. How does it feel to be a whore in front of the man you love? The man who just pounded your sweet pussy, dumping his spunk inside you to mix with all the other slime guys have left in your ass today? You love cock, don’t you? You want more. The more you get, the more you need. That’s it, boy, take Tyrone’s big bad cock.”
I’d kept Justin pre-occupied to give Ty time to push his way in. Justin’s ass muscle must be stretched to breaking point, I could feel the tension in his body.
“Fuck him, Tyrone. Show him what he’s missing,” I called.
Tyrone pulled out the full length of his shaft and then stabbed back in again. Fuck, I felt him slide along the length of my prick and go much deeper.
“Take my big black cock, white boy. You never felt anything like my dick before. I’ll shoot you full of so much black man’s cum you’ll be shittin’ it out of you for weeks. Damn, you’re so tight. So fuckin’ sloppy inside.”
I kept up the talk in his ear at the same time. “I’m gonna breed you, slut, use your ass for my own ends. Sure you’ll work for the company, you earn both of us loads of money but at night I’ll hire your ass out to the sleaziest bastards who can afford to pay for it. They’ll fuck you raw until you can’t stand up, until your hole is so wide open you can drive a truck through it. Then we’ll have you stitched up and start all over again.”
He groaned at first, still in pain from the double penetration, then as he caught his breath, a new Justin took over. His voice was soft and unsure at first but gained in strength as Tyrone pounded in and out of his guts. “Fuck me, you bastard cunts. Oh shit, hurts so good. I’m on fire. Fuck my ass till you split me wide open. I can’t get enough fuckin’ cock.” He looked toward where he thought the cameras must be. “You guys out there. Slam your cocks into my ass and my mouth. Fill me with your nasty juice until I’m drowning in cock snot. I love it. Want it all over my face. I want it running out my ass in a flood. Use my body, abuse me. Fuck me.” He repeated it like a mantra as Tyrone swore and cursed and I repeated hypnotically in his ear about my plans for his total degradation. We kicked up such a cacophony that the other guys were flogging their dicks as they watched in awe.
Justin pleaded for more cock and I could see the gangbang going for hours after we went off the air. It was inevitable I couldn’t last long with Tyrone’s friction against my prick, and I shot my bolt, shouting, “Take me in your boy cunt. Feel my spunk shoot into you, breeding your slut ass.”
It must have pushed Justin over the edge because I felt his ass muscles contract around me and Tyrone, as he shot another load against Ty’s solid abs. The big black man lasted about thirty seconds longer before he, too, ejaculated with a string of expletives with seconds to spare.
Lenny, who’d sat in his CEO’s chair watching the whole process screamed, “Keep the cameras rolling, don’t take us off the air.”
Tyrone pulled out with a plop and I felt his spooge run down my balls. I called for Brian who helped Tyrone off the table and helped lift Justin off me so I could get down. Justin lay half fucked to death as Brian cleaned up the table as well as the twink’s putrid asshole.
Lenny clapped his arms around me and we both went back to his office for a debrief, naked as we had been all afternoon. We both took turns showering in his executive bathroom, and then sat with a catered lunch he’d called for. On the monitor we watched the action continuing, Gryff now holding Justin’s hand as the guys piled on once again after Wes had taken his turn.
We had the initial figures. We were an unqualified success. Sure, different guys appealed to different people. There were quite a large number who thought Gryff was one hot number, but the one constant, Justin was the twink du jour. Most players thought he was the ideal slut bottom who should be forced into the most degrading situations. Some of them were truly disgusting. I was looking forward to those.
“Where to now?” Lenny asked. “Any ideas?”
“A few, I admitted. “Have you seen that new guy who works in the advertising department? Cutest bubble butt I’ve ever seen.”
“The one thinks he’s God’s gift and won’t even give me the time of day even though I own the company?” Lenny said.
“That’s the one. I have this great idea for a new website, and he’s just the guy to be the poster boy. I think we can…”
Ah, I love my job.