Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2010 10:40:25 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Increasing Sales part 11

We continue where we left off, just as things are heating up at the special
showing of cars -- and their salesmen -- to selected clients and guests at
my luxury mansion in Richmond. See episode 10 for how we got to this
stage...

`Right', I said brightly. Time for some party games.'

`You mean we haven't been playing them already?' grinned Juan.

`Not what I mean by games', I said. `The fun is about to really begin. But
first I think all the managers deserve a drink for their efforts
tonight. The company's cocktail, maybe?

A few of my guests laughed at the double entendre, as did Sven and Kurt,
but I noticed others looking embarrassed and Matt, standing there with his
red butt exposed to, was positively hostile. I handed round a large tray of
tumblers, each filled with a pretty lethal combination of spirits. Martin
made to take one, but I stopped him. `This is special stuff', I said to him
quietly, `just to get the guys in the right mood. You're very welcome to
more brandy, but we don't want you legless when the fun starts, do we?'

Martin grinned and stepped back. But Matt had heard me. When I offered him
a glass he refused. `No ways, boss. First you humiliate me by making me
strip and then let that guy tan my arse in front of everyone. Then you
insist on keeping me naked while the rest of you are all dressed up in your
smart dinner suits. I'm not taking any more of this.'

I shot him an stern look. Then I called out to Pete and Nick, the security
men who were standing by the cars. `Pete, come over here, we need you. Matt
still needs more attitude adjustment, I think.'

Nick grinned and Pete frowned.  They both came up and grabbed Matt by the
arms. Then Pete took the steel handcuffs from his leather belt, and swiftly
locked them around one of Matt's wrists. They dragged a protesting Matt
over to the Rolls Royce parked in the circle, and looped the cuff chains
around the famous mascot on its bonnet., locking the other one on to his
free wrist. Matt was locked to the car, slightly bent over with his tawsed
arse displayed to all. `There, mate', grimaced Pete, `that will learn you.'

My guests were laughing and cheering. `Gentlemen', I said, `feel free to
inspect the Rolls any time -- and anyone attached to it.'

Immediately five or six of them walked over and started fondling Matt,
running their hands all over his handsome muscular body: his chest,
tweaking his nipples, up his thighs, across his back, and of course his
reddened butt. Bart put his arms around him and started fondling Matt's
cock. Matt was hating it. Here was this totally straight man being goosed
and fondled and even jerked by a group of horny gay men. It was his worst
nightmare. Well, not quite. When Bart started probing Matt's arse crack,
pulling his cheeks apart to expose his virginal manhole, Matt yelled
out. `Fuck, boss, I can't take this. Not my arse. Let me out of here,
commission or not commission, I'm quitting.'

Clearly things had gone a bit too far. Poor Matt has been the butt --
literally -- of the evening so far. I didn't want to get accused of
statutory rape on my premises, I took mercy on him.  `OK, Matt', I
said. `Enough's enough. Let's let you loose. You can leave if you want.'

Matt looked relieved, as Nick (somewhat reluctantly I thought) unlocked the
cuffs. Matt stood up, and turned around. To my surprise, and to whoops and
cheers from the assembled crowd, his cock was growing hard. `A guy like me
can't help getting boned up even when it's other men working over their
dick', he grinned. I realized that he was enjoying himself as we lusted at
the sight of him, now free and in command. Then he walked over to
me. `Think you could do something about it for me, boss?' He looked at me
straight in the eye and I saw his gleam.

I confess the whole scene had made me hard. And I can never resist a
straight guy, even if it does mean having to submit to him. So to the
cheers of everyone, I knelt in front of him and swirled my tongue around
his cock head. Matt started groaning and thrust his cock further into my
mouth. It was now rock hard with a vein standing out on its shaft. He
pushed further and I felt it hit my throat.

At that point I felt something under my nose. I tried to turn, and saw Sven
leaning over me, a bottle of poppers in his hand. I inhaled gratefully and
my instincts kicked in as I took Matt's cock deep into my throat. Matt
started pumping away, ramming deep into me, oblivious of the possible
discomfort he was causing. The men around us, both my managers and the
guests, were cheering us on. Soon I felt Matt's dick spasm, and saw his
plump man balls rising. Before I could withdraw, he shot three times into
my throat, then as I pulled out another two thick spurts landed on my face
and mouth. I licked my lips, tasting the salty cream of his Swiss cum.

Everyone clapped and cheered. I stood up and wiped my face. This had
certainly not been planned. In one sense, Matt had got his own back on us
all and me in particular, but in another it made me one of the lads,
prepared to join in, to take what was coming my way. No bad thing. To my
surprise, Ivan slapped me on the back, `Well done, boss, you took it like a
man!' And he playfully grabbed my crotch, getting a good cop of my very
hard cock which was somewhat painfully straining against the confines of my
Calvins. Instinctively, I put my hand on his hard muscular butt, but he
laughed and backed away.

The others were nodding in agreement. I noticed that the managers were all
becoming a bit more raucous now and reckoned that my potent cocktail was
having the desired effects. Just what was needed for what I'd planned next.

`OK, guys', I said, `you've had your fun. Now it's time for you to provide
my guests with some entertainment.'

Vlad groaned. `Haven't we done enough, boss? We're not sex toys you know'

Everyone laughed. `I' m aware of that', I replied. `though you'd make a hot
one if I may say so, Vlad.' The Czech muscle enthusiast blushed slightly at
that. `No, you will give us a display of your strength -- and show us how
manly you all are by resisting being turned into sex objects. Follow me'

I led everyone around to the garden at the back of my house. By now it was
getting dark, and I had planted torch flames in a circle around a large
matted area in the centre of the lawn. The flames flickered and glowed,
illuminating the circle.

`Right', I announced. `As you know, my men are at the peak of their
physical prowess.' There were a few whistles and sniggers at that. `So I'll
give them the chance to prove that to us. And also let them demonstrate
just how keen they are not to be sexually humiliated in front of the rest
of us.'

There were a few laughs, but also some puzzled looks. `What do you mean,
boss', asked Paulo a little anxiously.

`Here are the rules', I said. You can demonstrate your strength and your
superiority by strip wrestling in this circle. No holds barred, of course.'

`Except eyes or balls, I assume', said Ivan. `Well, eyes are out of bounds,
certainly', I grinned. `Pete and Nick here will make sure everyone keeps
that rule. Balls are free for all.'

There were groans from some of the guys at this. But I had more for them.

And if you lose your briefs, whoever gets them can sell them off to any
bidder here. And throw you and your car in with them, of course. With extra
high commission. But you might need to service the purchaser in whatever
way he chooses. Of course you may or may not like that.'

There were some frowns from the sales guys and some leers from my
guests. Sven spoke up, `You mean it's both a straight wrestling contest,
but also if we like the guy who is grappling us we might willingly let him
win?' Then he blushed realizing what he had just said.

`Indeed, Sven', I said. `Now jackets off, everyone, and may the best man
win -- whichever way he wants it.'

I had thought a lot about this. I realized that my men were competitive and
some of them were eager to dominate their colleagues. Others were eager to
be dominated, I sensed. Certainly Sven had just revealed his cards, though
it pained me a bit to think of him enjoying sex with my guests or another
manager. I was definitely getting a bit jealous, no doubt about it.

Steve, my British manager, came up to me. `Sorry, boss', he said. `I can't
do this. I just can't take this gay stuff. I want to leave. Cheque or no
cheque.'

`OK', I said. `As you know, nobody is getting forced into anything. I'll be
sorry to lose you, but I respect your decision.'

Actually Steve had not been a great manager. And I have to admit also that
he was the least attractive of all of my staff, though not a bad looker.

Steve smiled, and slapped me on the shoulder. `Thanks for understanding,
boss', he said. And to my astonishment he awkwardly hugged me, in what a
straight man thinks passes for a hug and then walked off down the drive. Oh
well, one lost, but many more still around. I'd have to find a new British
manager, I thought, but meanwhile more enjoyable activities beckoned.

The rest of my managers all seemed to be game. By now some of them had been
drinking quite heavily. The flickering torches and the warm night air also
had an effect. Most of them were licking their lips, flexing their arms or
playfully joshing their fellow competitors.

`So', I said. `Who's going to start us off?

`Sure', said Ivan. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist showing off his
prowess as a wrestler, remembering the time he'd humiliated Vlad in
Vilnius.

Ivan removed his jacket and stepped into the ring. He rolled up his shirt
sleeves and flexed his muscles. `OK, guys, who is prepared to risk getting
their arse whipped?'

There was some nervous laughter but nobody moved.

`Come on Kurt', said Ivan. `We all know you're panting to get some more man
sex. Come and get your clothes ripped off you by a real man.'

Kurt flushed, while the others all laughed. He hesitated. Entering the ring
would certainly mean a forced strip in front of everyone but he couldn't
just accept the humiliation of Ivan's insults without retaliating. He
shrugged, removed his jacket and stepped into the ring to cheers from the
others.

Ivan grinned and pounced on him, pushing him to the ground on his back. He
straddled him and began tugging his shirt out of his pants, ripping the
buttons and exposing Kurt's muscular chest.  Kurt fought back and succeeded
in getting free but Ivan was too strong for him and threw him to the ground
again, this time sitting on his back.  Playfully he slapped Kurt's firm
rump, and then yanked his trousers, forcing them down to his thighs. Kurt
kicked and struggled, but there was nothing he could do. With a cry of
triumph, Ivan ripped his white briefs down, and then yanked his trousers
ands briefs completely off him. Kurt's muscled butt gleamed in the
torchlight.

Ivan got up while Kurt lay panting on the ground, his shirt tugged up, his
arse and lower body completely exposed. He held Kurt's briefs triumphantly
above his head. There was applause and shouts from the guests and some of
the other guys.

`OK', I said. `Kurt's briefs are up for sale. And with comes Kurt's car and
-- Kurt.'

Immediately there were calls from the crowd. The bidding went high, but it
was Steen, my Copenhagen client, who won out. With an impressive bid.

He stepped forward to claim his prize. Kurt was standing half-naked, and
Steen walked up to him and slapped him firmly on the rump. `OK, Kurt' he
said. `I've seen the pics of you being drilled at both ends. Time to
introduce you to some more pleasures.' And he pulled a pair of white
plastic surgical gloves out of his pocket. There were gasps from a few of
the guests who knew what was going on. Kurt just looked puzzled.

Steen pulled Kurt with him around to the front of the house where the cars
were parked. Needless to say the rest of us followed. He positioned Kurt on
his back over the bonnet of a fine 1940s Bentley and lifted his legs,
displaying Kurt's tight manhole. Then he walked over to where I'd left a
can of engine oil, and slowly pulled a glove onto his right hand, slicked
it in the oil.

Kurt was looking nervous. `What are you going to do to me?' he asked. Steen
smiled. `Relax, Kurt, you're about to enter the world of fisting and you'll
never look back.'

Kurt blanched. `You're not going to put your HAND up my butt! Fuck, no!'

`Fuck, yes', smiled Steen. `Maybe Nick and Pete could oblige by holding you
down for me'

Nick stepped forward immediately, his young face eagerly looking at the
scene in front of him. Pete grabbed Kurt's shoulders while Nick held Kurt's
ankles above his head. Kurt's hole was wide and inviting.

Steen bent down and licked and probed Kurt's hole with his tongue. Kurt
began to moan and Steen ate him out. Then Steen he stood up and probed Kurt
with one slicked finger, then two, then three. Kurt groaned and soon Steen
had pushed his five fingers into his hole. As we all watched in
fascination, he slowly started to push in. Kurt gasped then relaxed as he
felt Steen probe deeper and deeper.

I looked around. My guests were all suitably aroused, but I noticed a few
of the other sales guys were also licking their lips. I also saw Juan
positioning himself behind young Nick and gently squeezing his butt. Nick
turned around and smiled.

By now Steen was fully fisting Kurt. I was impressed at how well he was
taking it. After some time of this, Steen withdrew his hand. But then he
unzipped his pants, took out a long thick cock and without warning ploughed
it into Kurt. Kurt yelled as he was piston-fucked by Steen, who pumped his
cock energetically in and out of his ravaged hole. After a few minutes he
yelled as he shot his load deep into Kurt and stood up, giving us all a
glimpse of his large thick erect cock.

Nick and Pete released Kurt, who groggily got up from the Bentley
bonnet. But his ordeal was not yet over. `Lick it clean!' ordered Steen,
forcing Kurt's head down to his rampant cock still dripping with thick
Danish man cum. `And thank me for introducing you to the extensive
pleasures of your man cunt.'

Kurt grimaced, but did as he was told and took Steen's cock into his mouth,
licking its shaft clean. Then he looked up at Steen. Steen smiled, `Good
lad, Kurt. You'll sleep in my bed tonight.'

There were cheers and applause from the crowd. Then Ivan, who had been
drinking more of my strong cocktails shouted out, `OK, guys, who else wants
to risk getting his arse worked over. Any more faggots want me to rip their
clothes off? Come on, I can take on several of you at once, I'm so strong'

He staggered slightly as he spoke. Clearly he was getting out of
control. But his brashness and his boasting got to some of the others.

`OK, Ivan', said Vlad, `get back into the circle and let's see just how
strong you are. Theo will join me in humiliating you too'. Ivan looked
surprised but he couldn't back down in front of everyone. I foresaw a
repeat of Ivan and Vlad's naked wrestling in Villnius and my cock hardened
at the thought.

We all went back to the garden, and Vlad and Theo removed their jackets and
entered the ring with Ivan. Ivan immediately lunged out at Vlad and hurled
him to the floor, tearing his shirt open as did so. Vlad fought back, but
Ivan was wild and punched him in the gut, winding him. Vlad fell back, and
Ivan ripped his trousers open, yelling, `Fucker! you're going to get your
balls whipped!'.

Theo had stood watching this, but then he leapt on top of the two of them,
pulling Ivan off Vlad, who lay in his torn shirt and briefs clutching his
shredded suit pants. Ivan turned on to Theo, and managed to straddle him,
his crotch in his face. The handsome Greek grimaced as Ivan ground his
crotch into Theo's nose and mouth yelling `Take that Greek faggot!'

Then Ivan reached back and grabbed Theo full in the crotch, squeezing his
balls hard. Theo yelled, and bucked, as Ivan continued to force his sweaty
crotch into Theo's face. I noticed that it was bulging, and realized Ivan
was getting turned on by this act of domination.

Vlad then rose to his feet and leapt on top of Ivan pulling him off Theo.
Ivan fell backwards, clutching at Vlad's briefs as he did so, yanking them
down his strong thighs and exposing his manly cock and balls to us
all. There were shouts from the crowd as Theo made a lunge at Ivan, falling
on top of him, but Ivan was too strong for him and flipped him over, ending
up sitting on his back. Slowly, and teasingly, he shredded Theo's trousers
and tugged down his briefs, as Theo's meaty hairy mounds appeared. He had
done it. Both Vlad and Theo were de-briefed and ready to be used by the
highest bidder.

Panting, the three men stood up. I led the auction first of Vlad's briefs,
which went to Chris from Texas. Chris walked over to Vlad and forced his
head down to his crotch, which tented with a huge hardon.  `Get this out,
man', he ordered, `with your teeth'.  Vlad was forced to unzip Chris's fly
with his mouth, then awkwardly extricate Chris's engorged cock. Chris
forced his mouth down onto him, making the Czech muscle man head him in
front of everyone until he shot his load right into Vlad's face. Vlad
grimaced as the thick cum dripped into his mouth and eyes. Then Chris
grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up, saying `Ok, stud man, you're
mine for the night!'

Meanwhile Theo was standing with his hands trying to protect his exposed
cock, and his torn shirt revealing his meaty mounds. Several of the guests
had been eyeing him up, and the bidding was fierce. It was won by Martin,
my Parisian client. Martin walked up to Theo, pulled up his shirt to fully
expose his arse, and slapped him firmly on the rump. Then he tugged out his
cock, and kicked Theo's legs apart.

`Please, no, please don't fuck me, I'm a Greek straight man, I don't get
fucked', pleased Theo.

Martin laughed. `That's not what I heard -- or saw', he said. `The boss was
giving you a good fucking at the last board meeting if I remember rightly.'

Theo blushed deep red. He had no idea that the pictures I'd taken while
drilling his hairy beefy butt had been circulated to all my guests.

Martin grabbed the oil can and lathered his sizeable cock with the grease.
Then he thrust his fingers into Theo's butt hole, and Theo yelled as he did
so.  `This is just for starters' laughed Martin, as he bent Theo over and
placed his cock in the right position to pop Theo's butt. Swiftly he slid
in, as Theo yelled, and then Martin started to vigorously pump fuck
him. The crowd cheered and clapped as Theo took it.

Ivan had got himself yet another drink, glorying in his triumph. But he
turned to me and said, `Boss, how do I get commissions? All the losers who
forfeit their briefs get paid, but not me.'

`True, Ivan' I replied. `Maybe you should auction yourself off for someone
to body worship you, instead of giving yourself to them for sex?'

`Hell, yeah', grimaced Ivan. `No fag gets to have sex with a stud male like
me. But if they want to show their appreciation of my body with their
cheque books, that's fine by me.'

I smiled. Ivan had no idea how much pleasure that would give to Eric and my
mate Martin from Brighton. Both were passive, and both loved muscular
men. I had a quick word with them, and they willingly agreed to buy Ivan's
car between them -- and his body to worship.

Ivan preened himself, while Martin and Eric got to work feeling his
muscles. Ivan got a bit anxious as they slid their hands down over his butt
and Eric even copped a quick feel of his crotch. `Hey fag, leave off
there. That's only for chicks not fags like you', muttered Ivan.

`I think not', I said. `They have paid for your body and they can
appreciate it as they like.'

Ivan glowered at me, but I noticed his crotch mound was growing. `OK,
fags', he said, `worship your god...'  Martin and Eric set to, fondling
Ivan's butt and crotch and licking his exposed chest. Soon Ivan was in a
haze of alcohol and sensual pleasure. He unzipped his pants, and tugged out
a thick veined cock. `Go on', he smiled, `get your fag mouths around that.'

Martin and Eric gave him a good double tongue basting, up and down his
shaft, and Eric licked around his shaven balls as well. Soon Ivan began to
groan and moan, and before long he shot at least eight thick spurts of cum
into the air. Eric and Martin licked it up, rubbing their own crotches as
they did so.

`OK', I said. `Who's left? `Juan, Jean, Paulo, why aren't you making any
sales?

Juan laughed. `I think there' someone else you should include' he said.

`No', I replied, `Steve has quit.'

`No, boss, not Steve.' I think young Nick here is eager to give service to
the Company.'

I turned around. Nick was standing at the edge of the group, and
blushed. `Is that so, Nick, do you want to try your hand at sales? Maybe
you could take over Steve's car?'

Nick grinned. `Sure, thanks, boss, that would be great.'

Unlike most of my other sales team, I sensed that the thought of some
steamy man sex was just as alluring to young Nick as the cash benefits.

`OK', I said, `let's see you all in action. Get into the ring together, all
four of you.'

The crowd clapped as Juan, Jean, Paulo and Nick stepped forward. Bruce
shouted out, `Come on Juan and Jean, give us another piss display, like you
did at the board meeting.'  Jean flushed red. Like the others, he had no
idea that my guests had all seen the shots of him and Juan soaking each
other's suits.

`A good idea', I said. `I'm sure you all have some juice in your
bladders. Go ahead, spray it at each other. Any clothes that get wet must
then be removed.'

Everyone laughed though Nick and Paulo looked a bit dismayed. But the
atmosphere was charged and they obeyed. Each tugged out his cock, and stood
waiting for their piss to flow. Juan was first, and he whooped as he hosed
it over poor Nick and then directed some at Jean. Nick was unable to
produce a drop in his embarrassment, and stood there as Paulo began to
unload and jet his clear Italian piss onto him.

Soon they were done. Nick was soaked. `OK', I said, `strip off, Nick, and
let's see who gets your briefs.'

There was a shove from behind me as Bart, Matthew and Bruce entered the
ring, and stood by poor Nick who was stripping off his wet uniform. `Come
on lad,' said Bart, `we''ll buy those briefs of yours. And your car. And
you.'

Nick has by now removed his uniform, slowly pulled down his tiny black
briefs and handed them over. `OK', said Bart, `Let's inspect you. Hands
behind your head.'  Nick slowly obeyed, looking fearful. Bart, Matthew and
Bruce slowly ran their hands all over his well primed fit young body. Bart
reached his dick and lifted it slowly, letting it bounce in his hand. Nick
winced as he realized it was swiftly lengthening and thickening. `You like
that, huh?' asked Bart. Nick reddened as the others around laughed.

Once Nick's cock was completely rigid, Bart pressed his shoulders down,
forcing him to kneel in front of him. `OK, lad, time to pleasure me before
we let you touch that hard cock of yours. Come on, show us what you can
do.' He, Matthew and Bruce pulled out their cocks, and made Nick take each
of them in his mouth, then licking the purple heads of several of their
cocks pressed together. He moved his hands, but Bart ordered him to keep
them behind his head. After a few minutes, Bart shot a wad of cum over
Nick's nose and mouth, and Bruce and Matthew soon followed suit. Nick's
face was dripping with hot American man cum.

`OK, Nick, ` said Bart, `now you can... oh, I see it's too late. You've cum
already you horny guy.'

And indeed he had. Nick's cock was spewing gobs of thick white cum, without
even being touched. The crowd around cheered and clapped, and Nick stood
up, flushed with embarrassment. `Sorry, sir, sorry, I couldn't help it.'

`OK, Nick, you're forgiven' laughed Bart. `But I think a horny young guy
like you needs to learn some self control. You'll spend tonight with us all
and we'll see if we can train you.'

Everyone laughed. I turned around to see that Jean, Juan and Paulo were
heavily petting and deep kissing, rubbing their wet suit crotches against
each other. `OK, guys', I laughed. `Hot it up', let's see you get those wet
clothes off.' As they tugged and pulled off their clothes, I playfully
doused them in the oil that remained in the can. In the torchlight, their
bodies glistened with sweat, piss and oil as they slicked and rubbed each
other. The flames cast shadows of their engorged cocks as they jerked and
sucked and licked. The crowd shouted them on and I watched with lust as
they put on a magnificent show.

Then I felt an arm on my shoulder. I turned around. Sven was behind me,
smiling. My heart leapt a little. `Sven', I said `why didn't you
participate in the games? I thought you would have been the first to enjoy
them?'

`Boss', said Sven softly, `I don't want any of the other guests. I want...'
Then he tailed off.

`Sven', I said, `I need a new manager for the UK. Would you like to
relocate to London? There is more business here than in Scandinavia.'

Sven grinned. `I sure would'

`Just one condition', I said. `You live here. In my house. With me. In my
bed.'

Sven kissed me deeply, his tongue penetrating my mouth. I took that to be
his answer.