Date: Sat, 22 May 2010 09:51:55 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Increasing Sales - Part 1

This is my first story. Office discipline of hunky young men is a big turn
on for me. I have lots of ideas for future episodes, but I'd also like to
hear what you think and what you'd like to see happening to these
guys. Anybody had experiences in suits like this? Email me at
suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk.  Enjoy!

Mike


PART 1

There are certainly advantages to being rich. Not that I don't deserve
it. I've worked hard throughout my 45 years of life, especially when I was
a young businessman in my twenties. And I sure was successful. When I was
thirty I set up my own company. and today it's one of the most successful
in Europe.

We sell high quality and expensive vintage cars. Most of our clients are
wealthy and can afford to pay if we have the right vehicle for them. But
there is another secret to our success. As a gay motor enthusiast myself, I
soon realized that lots of wealthy gays are interested in cars, and are not
the types who buy swanky vehicles just to impress their "chicks". I have
another market in mind.

And for that reason I only employ special types of salesmen. Good-looking
ones. Actually, VERY good-looking ones. Jocks themselves. But they have to
know their trade as well. Most of the dozen guys I employ are straight,
though a couple swing both ways. But I make it very clear to them when they
are hired that they need to be able to cock tease the customers, whether
they like doing it or not.

They know I'm gay and if they want the job they have to deal with that. And
95% of them do want the job. Because I pay exceptionally well. The sales
guys get 40% commission. And on the prices we charge, most guys, no matter
how much they might inwardly despite `fags', are prepared to go along with
what I demand from them.

Which is usually just to smile charmingly at clients. Sometimes a little
more. Kurt, our German manager, recently turned up to a client wearing
tight running shorts and a t-shirt that revealed his very muscled
torso. That did the trick -- he made a cool 50,000 euros on the deal.
Juan, the Spanish manager, is naturally very tactile, though (as far as I
can tell) totally straight. He pats guys on the shoulders and hugs male
friends when he meets them. I told him to make sure he hugged our clients
too. He told me, with a slight grin, that once a guy had not only hugged
him back but groped his (very firm) butt as well. I don't think it went
further than that -- but it certainly clinched the sale for him.

But last year, for the first time, sales were down. Ours is definitely the
kind of top of the market business that suffers when the stock market takes
a tumble. At our sales managers' meeting, which I hold every three months
at my London head office, the figures told the story. We weren't in crisis,
yet, but the profits were falling.

I looked around the room. All the guys looked serious. I was losing profits
but they were losing commissions. They were a hard working team. But they
had enough incentives through high commissions. Maybe another tactic was
needed.

`We've got to redouble our efforts, guys', I said. `Maybe you need a little
more incentive?'

The guys laughed. They expected me to up their commissions. But I had
another idea.

`You're getting good commissions. So I'm going to crack the whip instead.
Next meeting the manager whose region shows the lowest sale figures will
have his arse tanned.'

There was general laughter. Most of them thought I was joking -- or
speaking metaphorically. A couple looked surprised, even shocked. And I
thought I detected a slight gleam in Sven's eyes, our Scandinavian manager.

`What exactly do you mean by that, Sir?' asked Jean, the French manager.

`What I say is what I mean, guys. If your sales are bottom of the list,
your butt is on the line.'

More general laughter, and some back slapping in a jock, blokey kind of
way. We spent the rest of the meeting discussing strategies, and then as
usual I took them out to lunch. There was a bit of bantering about what I'd
said, and I heard Steve, the British manager, telling Theo, our Greek
manager, not to worry, as `it's the kind of joke the boss likes to make to
keep us on out toes.'

I looked at the sales figures daily over the next three months. I usually
do, but now I had particular concerns. One was worrying -- sales were
definitely sluggish. But the other reason was more enjoyable. I was curious
to know just which of my team of very handsome sales managers I was going
to punish at our next meeting.

Three months later we were all in the board room again. I had thought it
was Juan who was going to be bottom of the list. But then came news of the
Greek economic crisis.

The guys looked a bit nervous as I put up the slides of sales figures. Most
were down, but not seriously. But then the Greek figures came up.
Catastrophic.  Theo went into auto pilot.

`It's been the worst month of all, Boss', he said. `Nobody has cash any
more, The stock market in Athens has crashed. It'll pull up, though.'

I smiled. `Sure, Theo', I said, `we all understand'. Theo looked mightily
relieved and grinned in a devastatingly sexy way.

`But I think I said last time that the guy with the lowest sales would have
his arse tanned.'

Theo's smile froze. `You can't be serious!' The other guys laughed, as much
in relief that it was Theo and not them getting the rap.

`I'm always serious about business', I answered. `Your sales were 30m euros
down this quarter. So I think that merits 30 strokes.'

Theo gulped, and to my intense amusement, began to blush. `Boss, can we
sort this out afterwards, alone?'

`No', I said. `The main purpose of this is to show the other guys what they
need to avoid getting themselves. And swatting your but in front of them
will of course be particularly memorable.'

Now the other guys realized I meant what I said. Several laughed, some a
little nervously. Juan slapped Theo on the back, `Never mind, man, we'll
buy you a drink afterwards -- if you can bear sitting down that is!'

Theo handsome face turned from blushing red to pale -- in so far as his
well-chiseled and dark Greek features could pale.

`'Get your jacket off and your butt up here, over my desk', I ordered.

Theo stood up. He made one last bid, `OK, guys, this is a joke, right? I
mean you can't seriously allow the Boss to do this. He just wants to feel
me up.'

It was his big mistake to criticize me in front of the rest. `Get up here
immediately!' I barked. `Unless of course you want your contract with the
company terminated with immediate effect.'

Now the room was silent. The proverbial pin could have dropped. Theo
shrugged and slid his jacket off his broad shoulders, revealing his crisp
white shirt which moulded his muscled pecs. You could see his nipples
clearly outlined, it fitted him so tightly. He walked up to my desk and
stood there, hands limply by his side.

`Right. Now bend over the desk', I commanded.

Theo did so. His arse cheeks were firm, encased in his expensive suit
trousers, and the crack between his buttocks was visible. I felt my cock
twitching with anticipation. The rest of the room was absolutely silent.

I opened a drawer of my desk and took out the leather strap I had placed
there that morning. A few of the guys gasped, one sniggered in
embarrassment. Theo got up to see what was happening.

`Get your arse back over that desk!' I shouted. `And prepare for 30
straps.'

I whistled the strap through the air, just to increase the
anticipation. Theo flinched, though it hadn't touched him. Then I ran my
hand over his butt cheeks. I'd longed to do that, ever since I hired
him. He flinched again. `Keep still!' I ordered.

Then I set to. 10 straps to his suit-clad magnificent arse. I varied the
strength -- some were firm, but not too hard, but a couple were real
stingers. I'll hand it to Theo, he took it like a man. It was the others
who gasped a bit.

After 10, I stopped. Theo stood up, looking pained, but relieved.

`Hey, Boss, that wasn't so bad.'

He moved to go back to his seat.

`That was the first ten,', I said. Now drop your trousers and get back over
the desk.

`What!', stuttered Theo. I heard Sven and Juan laughing behind me.

`Please, Boss, don't make me do this in front of the others. Please --
and he dropped his voice a bit - `let's do this in private in your office,
alone'. I thought he started to wink at me, but then he thought better of
it.

`Forget it', I said. `You will be on display to the rest of the guys here.'

Theo blushed again, this time an even deeper red. `Right, get them off!' I
ordered.

Slowly Theo unbuckled his belt and tugged down the zip of his flies. He
turned around as his pants fell to his ankles and bent over the desk. I
pulled his shirt tails up, revealing his magnificent arse clad only in
tight white shorts. The cleft between his buttocks was deep, and the
material pulled into it.  His thighs were covered with dark hair, and I
noticed also a patch of dark hairs at the base of his spine. My cock
twitched again as I realized that Theo probably had hair on his butt,
something that always turns me on.

I raised the strap again. Ten more strokes, this time with his butt only
protected by the thin cotton. Theo was quiet at first, but at the last few
strokes he began to grunt with pain.

I stopped. `Get up', I ordered. Theo did so, facing me, blushing again as
he faced the other guys in the room. `You have 10 more to go'. The
atmosphere in the room was electric. I paused, relishing the tension.

`You will receive these on your naked buttocks.'

There were some laughs and sniggers in the room. Juan couldn't restrain
himself. `Come on, Theo', he laughed, `We can take it! Show us your buns,
man.'

Theo looked daggers at him. And at me. `Please, Sir, please, not
that... don't make me strip completely.'

`Get your shorts off, and over the desk again, NOW', I barked. Theo just
stood there, unbelieving. I pushed back him down over the desk, and slid my
fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Then I tugged them down, right
down. His butt was truly spectacular. Sculptured mounds of hot Greek man
flesh, covered in fine downy black hairs that thickened towards his
crack. I nudged his legs apart, and revealed his fur-covered man balls. By
now my cock was at full mast - fortunately I had taken the precaution of
wearing a tight jockstrap to keep it in place.

There were a couple of wolf whistles from the room. Theo glared back at
me. `Get on with it', he said.

So I did. But I took my time.  I savoured every blow on the naked flesh of
this strapping salesman's butt as his butt cheeks turned red with the
blows. Best of all was watching the flesh quiver after the strap fell, and
seeing Theo uncomfortably shuffling his legs trying to ease the stings. In
so doing he revealed more of his dark butt cleft, and the back of his nut
sack. The last strap was the best. I really whipped him. He yelled, then
stood up. There was a tear in his eye. `Fuck ,Sir, that hurt!'

`It was meant to', I said.

Theo quickly pulled up his briefs and trousers, but not before we all
caught sight of a sizeable piece of Greek man meat between his legs. I
couldn't help envying his wife --and the many whores I knew he visited.  He
zipped up his pants and went back to his seat, sitting down rather
gingerly.

`OK', I said. `Let that be a lesson for you all.'

`Boss', said Paulo, the ruggedly good looking Italian manager. `Isn't this
a bit unfair? I mean Theo's market is really buggered by the crash.'

`True', I said.  Next time I'll be targeting the guy whose percentage sales
are lowest in comparison to this quarter's figures. So Theo's rump will be
safe. Someone else will be putting on the show.'

There was a stunned silence. Then Juan said, `So you mean this is to
continue, Boss?"

`Sure', I smiled. `You still all need incentives to do better. Think of it
as a kind of bonding.'

Then I took them out to lunch. And I gave Theo a large bottle of his
favourite best quality Scotch. `No hard feelings?', I said.  `No ways,
Boss' he grinned back.

But what was hard was my cock. I jerked off three times that evening just
thinking about swatting Theo's meaty butt. And anticipating who would be
next over my desk. This recession isn't all bad news.