I needed a job. Fresh out of college with a degree in Business, I had
discovered, like thousands of other liberal arts graduates, that there was a
very small market for people who knew the strategies of both sides in the
Battle of Hastings.
But there were two things working for me. First, in lieu of my stocky
build I was a handsome guy with great personality and a good imagination for
fantasy. Second, I can type seventy words per minute. I moved to
Albany and looked for secretarial work. I got a job at an insurance company
whose ad called for "Office help, no experience, good pay and great fringe
benefits." Scott, personnel manager, hired me on the spot to work in his
department. The p ay was good, but the fringe benefits seemed only average.
What had they meant by "great fringe benefits," I wondered? I had been
with the firm for a month before I knew for sure that Scott was gay. I had
suspected it all along, and I had hoped my suspicion was well founded. Scott
was my idea of a real man: well over six feet tall, curly red hair, chiseled
features, an d a great build. His business suits were tailored to fit his
powerful body, with just enough of a bulge in the crotch to tantalize.
When I fantasized about Scott, I got hard really fast.
One morning I had to go to the file room, and I decided to stop in the
bathroom and beat off; that would satisfy my desire for Scott, at least
momentarily. Passing his office I saw him and another man bent over some
papers on Scott's desk. They looked up and smiled. I felt
light-headed walking into the tiny bathroom at the end of the hall. I took
off my sport coat and hung it up, dropped the file folder on the floor,
unbuckled my pants and pulled them-and my red bikini briefs-to the floor and
sat on the John, my l egs spread wide. Taking my cock in hand, I closed my
eyes and squeezed it, moaning softly. I moved my hands up and down the
shaft, undressing Scott in my mind, slowly loosening the tie, unbuttoning
the shirt, pulling off the black, pointed boots, undoing the pants and
pulling them down. As I did, I lost control and shot a geyser of cum all
over my shirt and tie. I jumped up and stared down at my cum-soaked
clothing. Just then the door opened. There stood Scott, an amused
smile playing on his face. He closed the door and locked it. "I'm
willing to overlook this little incident as long as you do as you're told."
"Anything!"
"Dangerous word, boy. Take off the shirt." I took it off.
"Faggots eat cum," he said. "Eat cum." He stood square in front of me.
"Kneel and suck this shirt." I knelt, and he held the shirt to my lips. I
began to lick at the mounds of cum, trying not to gag.
"That's it. Lick it. Suck it."
My revulsion lessened with each whispered command. The cum had little
taste, and Scott was getting more and more aroused. All of a sudden he
dropped my shirt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. "You're so
good at suckin' try this." He put one hand on his cock;shorter than mine by
an inch, but easily twice as thick; and with the other hand, he grabbed my
hair and pushed my hair back. At the same time his booted foot rammed into
my knees and forced me back against the wall. "Take it." he said, pushing
his cock into my mouth. I moved my tongue around and sucked as best I
could, until Scott came in wave after wave of hot cum.
He pulled out and grabbed a towel. "You're good. Now I'll get you a fresh
shirt and tie."
I got to my feet and looked in the mirror. Cum was trickling down my
cheek. A second later, Scott opened the door and tossed me a shirt, still
wrapped from the laundry, and a tie.
"Meet me in the conference room. Twelve fifteen." At exactly 12:15
Scott walked into the conference room. He closed and locked the door. "I
told my secretary I wasn't to be disturbed. She knows enough to follow my
orders. You'd better to." He walked over to me, clamped his palms on my
shoulders, and p ulled me close. "The only reason you got this job was
'cause your predecessor was too stupid to do as he was told. Get the
picture?"
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, what?" he snarled.
"Yes, sir."
He released me. "That's better, Strip." I loosened my tie. Scott pulled
it off. I unbuttoned my shirt, Scott pulled it off. "Shoes." I bent over and
started to pull them off. "Hurry." "Yes, sir," I said, my heart pounding.
"Good ." I stood there in my lipstick red briefs as Scott quickly
stripped. His body was hard and thick with muscle, a body to worship and to
serve.
"I want to be fucked sir. I've never been fucked."
"A virgin," he whispered, ripping off my shorts. He pushed me into a
leather wing chair. "Suck it hard."
I took hold of his rigid cock. Pre-cum was seeping out the slit. I licked
it. "This is all the lube you're gonna get," he whispered, pushing his cock
into my mouth. I sucked. I was worried what Scott would do when he
found out I had already lubricated myself. He pulled out and stared at me
for a moment. Then he jerked my legs up, spread them, and guided his cock
into my hole.
"Say goodbye to your cherry."
He lunged, I made no sound.
"You bastard. You're greased."
I pulled him deeper into me.
"Don't. I do the movin'."
"Fuck me Scott."
"Don't use my name." He thrust in, hard and quick. I rolled my hips.
"Don't move," he said, slapping me. He fucked me relentlessly. Any
movement I made, was rewarded with a slap.
"Do as I tell you," he said over, and over, grasping my back, lunging
into my ass harder and faster. When I came he seemed not to notice. I
spurted my juice on his chest, and my ass tightened again. He kept pounding
me. Finally jets of hot sticky cum burst inside my asshole.
He pulled out and stood back. Only then did he notice the cum glistening
on his chest.
"What's this shit? I didn't tell you to come."
"I know sir..."
"You knew nothing."
"I want more."
"No."
"Please sir."
He loosened his grip, bent forward, and kissed me, his tongue invading my
startled mouth. Our hands roamed each other, and our cocks got hard again.
"You want it, you've got it."
He pulled back and raised himself in the chair so that his crotch was
right in front of my face. Then balancing himself on the back of the chair
with one hand, he pushed his cock into my mouth, his other hand on the back
of my head.
I closed my eyes and sucked. I loved the feel of veins on his cock shaft.
When he shot his load, I sucked deep and swallowed every last drop.
"What time is it?" he asked. "One."
"Meet me at the back door at half past four. We're gonna take a look at a
warehouse downtown."
I nodded, "All right."
"All right, what?"
"All right, sir." That afternoon I had hardly noticed the other
secretaries chattering around me. I kept thinking about Scott inside me, his
washboard stomach, tightening as he fucked me, his cum down my throat.
At the appointed time I found Scott lounging against the back of a van. He
opened the door and motioned me in. In a second he was looming over me.
"Use me, master. Fuck me."
He reached over and unzipped a gym bag. "Strip." he commanded for the
second time that afternoon. I practically ripped off my pants.
"Pathetic. You really want it bad."
"Yes sir. Only from you, sir." He pulled out a pair of faded 501s.
"You'll take it from whoever I say."
"Yes, sir."
He tossed the ripped jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt at me.
"Put these on. You are about to meet the boss."
Quickly I pulled on the T-shirt, which smelled of sweat.
"Here. He likes his employees to wear this."
"This" was a black leather jock strap. "Beautiful," I murmured, putting
on the jock strap, my dick already hard.
"Don't speak unless addressed."
"Yes, sir." I pulled on the jeans, but they were too small. I sucked in
my stomach and strained to get the last two buttons through the worn holes.
I looked in a mirror on the van wall. I looked hot.
Scott ran his tongue over his lips. "Real nice. I'm gonna put this
blindfold on you so you can't see where you're goin'. And I'm gonna tie your
hands." He pulled a rope taut around my wrists.
"Ow," I said without thinking.
Scott spun me around and whipped my chest and stomach with another piece
of rope. I collapsed on a seat.
"Stay there," he said, making his way to the drivers seat. He
pulled out and sped down the street. I fantasized about what would happen at
the warehouse, who we would meet there. In a few minutes the truck lurched
around the corner and pulled into a driveway. I heard the hum & squeak of a
garage door opening. We pulled inside, and the door closed.
"You are here to do my bidding and my master's bidding. Fuck up the least
little bit and you'll be black, blue and jobless. Understand?"
"I'm getting bored. Let's......"
Scott was all over me in a flash, whispering savagely, "Shut the fuck
up."
"I'm terrified," I cried in mock terror. He raised me up, pulled off my
blindfold, and said "We'll see how much of a smart-mouth you are with him."
Wrists still bound, I was pulled out of the van and onto a deserted
loading dock. I stood there and breathed heavily while he searched for the
right key. He opened the door and pushed me into a large, almost empty room.
A little daylight filtered in fr om the windows along the ceiling on one
wall, and I could see a few crates scattered here and there. In the center
of the room, under a shaft of light was a pile of what appeared to be foam
rubber.
Scott walked around and inspected me.
"You're ready."
"Yes, sir," I replied quietly.
"You'll need all the obedience you can muster."
With that, Scott turned, walked toward a steel door on the other wall,
and slid it open. I gasped. On the other side stood a very tall, very well
built stud wearing a leather hood, leather chaps, and high leather boots. In
his left hand he held a whip, which he casually drew back and forth over
his right hand. At the sight of him, I sank to my knees.
The leather-hooded stud walked slowly towards me. The only sound in that
big warehouse was his boots striking the floor. He stopped a couple of feet
from where Scott stood and I knelt.
"Who is this?" the stud asked.
"Answer him," Barked Scott.
The leatherstud turned his hooded head toward Scott. "I was talking to
you." The color drained from Scott's face. "It's the faggot I told you
about, sir." he said respectfully.
"strip," the stud ordered Scott.
"But..."
At that the leatherman jerked his whip over his head.
"Yes, sir," Scott said, hastening to shed his suit. When he finished
stripping he stood in front of the leather stud.
"Take the rope off his wrists." the stud ordered.
"I thought..."
The whip cracked through the air, landing with a smack on Scott's left
shoulder. He flinched.
"Untie his hands."
Scott walked behind and bent over to untie the rope. He fumbled for a
moment.
"Get those ropes off him fast or I'll kick the shit out of you," the
leather stud said, raising his right foot off the floor. The ropes fell to
the floor. I kept my hands behin d me, uncertain what to do.
"Pick up the rope," the stud ordered Scott, who did so and stood up. The
leather man motioned for Scott to walk around me.
"Kneel in front of him," he said. Scott started to kneel on the foam
rubber.
"On the floor." When Scott hesitated, the leather man pushed him down.
"Hand him the rope." Scott looked at me, anger wells up in his eyes, but
I met his gaze with defiance. He threw the rope in front of me.
"Now you," the leather man said, the first words he had directed to me.
"Tie his hands behind his back."
"I'm not to good with knots, sir," I said sarcastically, expecting
instant retribution. Instead the leather man whipped Scott's back. Scott
moaned with pleasure, and his cock grew harder.
"You'll learn," the stud said quietly to me. I grabbed the rope, and it
brushed roughly over the crotch of my Levi's, arousing me even further. I
could see the stud staring at my bulge as I began to bind Scott's wrists.
"Do a good job, faggot," Scott whispered.
"Silence," the stud commanded, lashing Scott's back again. Then he turned
toward me.
"What do you want him to do for you?" he asked quietly.
"Strip me with his teeth," I answered.
"No," Scott said "This faggot...."
The stud reached down and hit the side of Scott's neck with the butt of
the whip handle. "Do as he says."
Scott reeled from the blow and fell on his side. He quickly righted
himself when the leather stud raised his booted foot to kick him in the ass.
Now it was my turn to humiliate Scott. It would be hard for him to get my
clothes off with his teeth and I had no intention of making it easier. "Come
on, get going," I whispered derisively. With that I leaned over and grabbed
his balls and pulled down as hard as I could. He winced. I grabbed his right
nipple with my free hand and squeezed. Scott whimpered with pleasure as I
twisted his tit and b alls. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the stud
stroking his meat.
"He told you to take off his clothes with your teeth. Get to it." Scott
leaned down and, bearing his teeth, clamped his jaw on my T-shirt. His teeth
on my stomach hurt like hell, but I did not cry out. I wanted to prove to
the leather stud that I could t ake it. Gradually Scott got the T-shirt up
to my neck. Lazily I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. We
stood in unison, and instantly the leather stud snatched the T-shirt out of
Scott's mouth, held it to his face, and inhaled deeply. My hea rt raced; my
cock jerked; I pushed Scott and sent him sprawling on his back, half off the
foam rubber mattress. I stood over him and teased his cock with my foot.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Shut up," I said, pushing him down on the floor.
He scrambled back to a kneeling position, and I knelt in front of him. "Get
my pants off!" I ordered.
I looked up at the stud as Scott sprung the top button. For a second
Scott was motionless. Then he went for the second button, his damp forehead
rubbing the top of my black leather pouch. He then got the second button
opened, then the third, and he start ed sucking on the pouch. I reached down
and slapped him.
"Yes," Scott whimpered. I grabbed his heavy cock and pushed it into his
balls. "Yes, what?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," he whispered.
"Get on with it," the leather stud barked. Then he bent over and motioned
for me to come closer. "I'm the only one in this room to be called sir.
Understand?" "Fuck you," I said with a sneer.
The leather man straightened up as Scott attacked the fourth button, then
walked behind me and indicated five sharp blows with his whip. Scott popped
the last button.
"Take off his pants," the stud ordered. Scott fell to his knees and once
again closed his teeth on the worn fabric. In a minute my pants lay in a
heap at my feet. The leather stud reached over, picked them up, buried his
face in the crotch. Then he tosse d them aside.
"I'll take care of that crotch," he said, pushing Scott away. The leather
stud put one hand on either side of my crotch and yanked the jock. The
leather had practically become glued to my cock and balls.
"Make it hurt," I begged. "You'll be hurting soon enough," the leather
man laughed. "Right now you're gonna fuck Scott with your Italian dick."
"Yes, sir," I chanted. I lunged for Scott, pushed his legs apart, and
jammed my cock into his hole as far as it would go, then lifted myself off
Scott's back and drove in deeper. Scott writhed on the floor. "You Son of a
Bitch!" he said, trying to free h is bound hands."Crack" Once again he felt
the wrath of the leatherman's whip. I pushed his head down. I had been
holding off my explosion as long as I could, and it was about to get
impossible. Abruptly I stopped just in time. "Stop, stop," Scott moaned.
"Shut the fuck up," I shouted, jerking Scott's head back roughly. I
raised myself up, took a deep breath, spread his legs apart, and jammed my
tool deeper into him. My jism roared into his ass, a thunderstorm of
man-love from his own slave turned master.
I kept pounding long after my explosion was over, until finally I
collapsed in exhaustion on top of Scott. I lay there, my heart pounding, my
head buried in his wet hair. I held him tight to me.
The leather stud swooped down on Scott and me and lifted us onto the
mattress. "Both of you are my slaves," he whispered. He ripped off his vest
and removed his chaps, but not his boots or hood. His cock was thick at the
base, long and veiny. He cracked his whip several times. Then he lashed me
across the back.
"Fuck me, master. Take me," I pleaded. The leather stud knelt behind me
and spread my legs. "All at once, put it in me all the way," I whispered.
His cockhead rested in the slit of my ass for a few seconds, then plunged
in. My cock began to harden again, and Scott wrapped his hand around it and
started pumping. The leather stud pumped in and out. "Come on, sir. Fuck my
buddy," Scott said before he plunged his wet tongue down my throat, which I
was ready to accept. Then I sucked and bit Scott's neck and the leather stud
put one arm around my chest, the other around Scott's and pulled hard on our
tits. When the leather stud came-in a roaring torre nt-I came right in
Scott's hand, as Scott shot on my chest, on my face, into my mouth. We all
lay absolutely still for a few minutes. The stud gathered his two slaves in
a tight embrace, me to the left, Scott to the right. Despite the stud's
caresses, Sc ott was seething with anger and humiliation, at being made a
slave. He whispered in my ear, "Let's take him."
"Okay," I whispered back.
In a surprise attack, we pushed the leather stud to the mattress. I
grabbed the rope and tied his hands. At the same time Scott lunged for the
whip and bound his ankles.
"You two are gonna be in...." "Shut up!" Scott yelled, punching the
stud in the side. Then he handed the stud's boots to me. "Put these on."
I took the boots and put them on. Scott ran his hand up and down my cock
and I squeezed his tits, released them, squeezed them again. Scott sat on
the stud's back, I on his legs. The stud could not move.
"Lie on top of him," Scott said to me. Then he got up and put on my black
leather jock strap and the leather stud's chap. Wow! Did Scott look hot! I
struggled to keep the stud down as he fought and squirmed and threatened.
"I'll hold him, you teach him some manners," Scott said.
We traded places, and I reached down and pushed the leather man's hard
cock down.
"No, no!" he cried, but he knew he wanted it. I straddled his legs and
began playing with his cock and balls.
"Now we're both gonna fuck you," Scott said.
For the double-fuck, Scott had to untie the stud. He bent over and
whispered, "You gonna cooperate?" No reply. "I asked a question."
"Yeah," he said unwillingly. Scott untied the stud's legs and spread them
apart. "Bring me a couple of pieces of foam rubber," he said to me. He
lifted the stud's ass and slipped the two bolstered I handed him under the
stud's crotch. Then he straddled t he guy and motioned for me to come up
behind him. I did so, keeping my legs between the stud's. Scott rammed his
prick up the stud's ass. "Nice and Tight. You ain't been fucked much."
The stud groaned, but did not speak. Scott reached around, took my cock,
and stroked it lightly. I leaned into him and kissed his back and ran my
bearded chin up and down it. He shivered.
"Watch," Scott instructed, pushing my cock down so that it rested below
where Scott's cock lay in the stud's crack. He worked one finger into the
stud's ass, then two, three, four. He moved his hand in and out, then
grabbed my cock and thrust it through the stud;s sphincter.
"No-o-o!" the leather man cried. Like Scott, I ignored the cries and
started pumping. The stud flailed about, and Scott slammed his hand down
hard on the leather man's back. "Keep it up and we'll put our fists in too."
The stud quieted down.
When Scott was in as far as he could go, he slowly withdrew, until he was
nearly all the way out. As he started back down, I started up. We fucked him
like two pistons pumping in opposite directions. Feeling Scott's cock
sliding up against mine, in and o ut of the stud's tight asshole, made me
wild. The leather man grew more and more excited. He knew he was going to
come and that when it did his sphincter would tighten and give us a tighter
fuck. He came, and as he did, Scott and I could feel the sphinct er
contract. It drove us both crazy. "I'm gonna come, Scott," I whispered.
"Hold back, baby. Hold back." pleaded Scott.
It was no use; the stud's ass was filled with a powerful blast of jism
which brought Scott to quick climax!
Afterwards, we turned the leather man over, set him down, took off his
manacles, and stood above him. At first he stared at the mattress as if in a
trance. Then he slowly raised his head and motioned for us to be seated. He
reached up and pulled his mask off. It was the same guy I had seen in
Scott's office that morning. The stud and Scott both laughed. " This is Ace
Roberts, our district manager," Scott said.
Ace reached over and shook my hand. "Jeff," he said, a big smile playing
on his face, "Scott here tells me your work is excellent. I'm impressed
myself. So impressed that I'm going to put you in charge of this warehouse.
With a substantial raise, of cour se."
I was stunned, I looked at Scott, who reached over and put his hand on my
shoulder. "And those fringe benefits we told you about?" Scott reached out
and took Ace's shoulder, "You're lookin' at them."