Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 18:43:25 -0800
From: Theodore Graham <tgrhm@msn.com>
Subject: Corporate Rivals- Part Two "My Nemesis"

Corporate Rivals- Part Two

My Nemesis

Morgan Thaler.  He had been my nemesis ever since I took the Thoman job.
Always dismissive of me whenever we had run into each other, I wondered how
he would treat me knowing that I had taken what he thought was his.

I had seen him in the gym often with his sales team.  He had always had a
great body and looked like he was packing.  But whereas many would probably
say he was drop-dead gorgeous, there was something about his face that
prevented me from thinking of him as "sexy."  My tastes are particular and
he would not be one that had me dreaming at night.  Body contact with him
would certainly get me to rise to the occasion, but he was not one that I
could lust after, for some reason.

Exactly two days after Jim quit, I was approached by Morgan.  I could see
the glint in his eye as he walked up to me in the gym.  I was alarmed at
his rather direct approach.

"Evening, Tim.  Congratulations on landing Ansaldi and costing me my top
salesman all in one move.  Slick.  Adelman explained to me how this all
happened.  Hell, had I known that you were up for it this whole time, I
would have finished you off myself and sent you packing long ago.  You are
a hot little number.  I would be more than happy to put an end to Tim
Hendersen strutting around this gym and glaring at me and my guys like we
are intruders here.  If the game is Top Cock, I am ready for you.  But
understand the stakes will be high."

He was flexing his chest during his opening verbal move.  He knew I could
not help but notice the roll of his pecs under his tank top.  His shoulders
and arms looked strong.  He was at least two inches taller than me and
clearly outweighed me.  His legs were hidden under track pants, as usual.
He looked like he had always been an athlete and his stance and proximity
to me made it clear to anyone who cared to look that he was either
threatening or challenging me in some way.

Mastering my urge to just turn and walk away, I managed a smirk and a quick
"Be very careful, Morgan.  Think about this some more.  I will contact you
tomorrow morning.  If you have not re-thought your invitation, we will set
the conditions and the time then."  I was not done yet, though.  I needed
to know something..."Are you not yet old enough to know when to respect
your elders?"

"38 is old enough to know when they do not merit respect.  I hear about how
you are in incredible shape for your age and how great you look for the
mid-40's.  So what?  The way I see it, I will do everyone in this gym a
favor by adjusting your attitude, Tim. Talk to you tomorrow."  I turned
around abruptly so that he could not see that I was already sporting a
semi.  I left the gym without changing wondering what the hell I had been
missing in the gym this whole time.

The next morning as I settled into my office, the call was made and he
offered his conditions: The time would be over lunch that very day.
Thefirst to come would lose and the winner would cream the loser cock.  The
loser would give up Ansaldi.  Quite simple, really.  Since I held Ansaldi,
he obviously thought there was only one outcome here.  I accepted and added
that the loser would verbally let it be known by simply saying "I submit."
I knew he was in for it and I like verbal domination.  He chuckled over the
phone and agreed.

It was clear that losing the Ansaldi account could break Morgan's back
professionally.  He knew once I gained the leading market position for
Thoman, I would ruthlessly exploit it and there would be no stopping us.
So, he needed to get this handled immediately.

I arrived promptly at the private gym just outside the city that he
apparently rented for some reason or other.  The room was padded in black
on the floor and the walls.  I would say it was 10 x 10 with a a light in
each corner mounted on the floor and pointed to the white ceiling.  Strange
to have such lighting in a room obviously designed for brawling of some
sort.

As I enter he is already in the room and removing his tie.  I can smell a
combination of after shave and slightly sweaty dress shoes. If he only knew
that the smell of his feet might make me hard, he might make short work of
me, so I do nothing but stare at him while I disrobe.  As he finishes and
starts unbuttoning his shirt, he approaches me while I am doing the same.
I was expecting some taunting as he smiled and began: "Interesting that we
finally have time away from the others under these circumstances.  I have
always thought you rather eye-catching.  Your chest is impressive and you
look like you can handle yourself.  I have often imagined a bout with you,
but I did not want you to know that.  I have imagined pinning you and then
submitting you and the look in your eyes when you gave in to me and how you
would look at me after that from then on."

He was either plain stupid or way overconfident or both.  Knowledge is
power and the knowledge that he had wanted me had the power of a bunker
buster.  Game on, fool.

"Unfortunately, I have never thought you worthy, Morgan, so it never
crossed my mind.  Nevertheless, my hard will take yours down and I will
really enjoy mounting you.  While you moan beneath me, I may even slip my
tongue in and pin your tongue to the roof of your mouth, so you can taste a
real man."

I could see anger and strong lust in his eyes all at once.  Bulls eye.
Those are the two worst emotions you can have going into a fight.  As far
as I was concerned, it was already over...

As with Jim, I offer a test of strength as we square up.  Morgan accepts
and flashes a grin.  Our pecs come together with a loud slap and we both
grunt at the impact.  He is stronger than I expected as he takes control
and pushes my arms behind my back.  I feel his hard, thick, cut 7 inches
pressing against my rapidly rising member.  He looks down and at this
moment and, since I am not fully erect, he believes he "has me" in the size
department.  He grinds on me right there which brings out the best in my
member quickly.

Abruptly, he releases my hands from being intertwined with his and wraps
his arms around mine while picking me up.  A worry niggles at the back of
my head for a second before I realize that I am going to hit the mat pretty
hard.  With extreme force he throws me down.  As the shock of the
unexpected impact knocks the wind out of me, he launches himself on top of
me in crushing splash that again drives the air out of my lungs.  He then
hooks his arms under my shoulders and starts to grind.

I was helpless.  The onslaught was strong and he smiled into my face.  Then
he licked my lips before bringing his mouth down to my neck.  "When this is
over...I want you to know...that you are mine every time you look into the
mirror..." he said while sucking on my neck.

Once I could think clearly, I bent my knees and braced my feet on the floor
and started to buck upwards in a very slow, strong countergrind.  This took
him by surprise and he looked at me as though he were impressed.  He then
lifted his chest off of mine, looked me in the eyes and then dropped his
heavy chest onto mine again.  My countergrind came to a halt as the air was
forcefully expelled from my lungs yet again.  He was clearly going to
batter my body while keeping his cock rubbing mine off.  I did not expect
this to be so brutal.

30 seconds later, I had my breath back and began the countergrind again.
He lifted his torso once again and looked into my eyes, but I looked down
between us at our wrestling cocks and drew his gaze there as well.  He
could now see me fully erect and that my cock was larger than his.  He
could now glimpse why my countergrind was so good.  But as soon as he
looked down, I looked back at his face.  I know how dangerous it is to
watch a cockrub.  I know how distracting it can be.  He continued to watch,
however.  He was entranced by the sight.

I used the distraction to bring my hands up to his shoulders and lock my
arms straight.  Now, it was going to be just our cocks.  No more slamming
his chest down on mine (though I must say the ruthlessness of his approach
was rather hot).

By the smooth way in which he seemed to telegraph every move, it dawned on
me that he had done this many times before.  It was as if he had long
practiced the steps he needed to overpower, demoralize and quickly rub his
opponent into submission.  I was not going to play by his rules, however.
I knew he had lusted after me.  The feeling was not mutual, though his rub
was good and my cock was enjoying the ride.

Five minutes passed and we ground on.  When he began to really enjoy the
feeling of the cockrub and could no longer look at me at all because was
obviously being overstimulated, I smiled up at him and spoke to redirect
his attention to where I knew it would suit me best.  "Are you feeling it,
Morgan?  Look at those gorgeous cocks going at it.  I think mine has found
a new best friend.  Do you understand now what happened to Jim?  Do you
understand that you cannot win?  You may have my body under your power
right now but in moments, I will mount you properly and align our cocks so
that you feel every single inch of mine.  Then I will kiss you deeply and
perhaps we will cum together.  We can save victory for next time while we
just enjoy this time.  Think about it."

Confusion.  The face cannot hide it.  He did not know how to respond, but
he was interested in the idea that this did not have to be a fight with
serious consequences.

Within a second, I abruptly bent my arms and used my large biceps to launch
him off of me.  Just as quickly, I was on top of him.  Since my unexpected
attack had caught him off-guard, I managed to chicken wing one arm behind
his back while I held the other above his head.  He could not do very much
as we were now quite close to the wall near where his clothes were folded
up.  "Here we go, Morgan.  Let's cum together and get this over with."  I
lowered my face and grabbed his left earlobe with my lips.  "Oh yes..." I
said into his hear.

He grunted loudly and shot.  I moved our intertwined arms that had been
stretched above our heads in closer to our bodies so that I could elevate
myself and we could see his ejaculating cock.  As his spasms slowed, I said
to him "Say it, Morgan."  I thought I detected resistance in his eyes as he
remained silent.  Like he felt he had been played.  Or maybe I wanted to
see that so I could force the issue.  I cinched up on his helplessly
chicken-winged arm that was still behind his back.  I only needed an excuse
because I really did want to cause him pain.  Reading my facial expression
correctly, he then quickly said "I submit."

I got up off of him and sneered "You did not earn enough respect for me to
cream your cock, Morgan.  Furthermore, I don't think looking down at you
under me, crushed and pathetic, could get me off."  With that, I grabbed
his socks from the top of his pile of folded clothes.  I brought them up to
my face while turning around to see his rather nice feet.  In five strokes
I silently shot ropes onto his legs.  I then grabbed my clothes and left
the room.

I did not see him in the gym after that day and he resigned his position
less than a month later.  Rumor has it that his guys knew what happened
between us and that he was never quite the same after that fateful day.  No
matter.  If the Simi guys thought I was glaring at them like intruders
before, I was really into it now.  There was no disputing who owned this
gym: Tim Hendersen, Top Cock.