Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2010 09:56:40 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: increasing sales part 4

INCREASING SALES -- PART 4

Thanks for the messages, guys. Some hot ideas are rolling in to add to my
own. Tell me what you think -- and get some pics of the guys in
return. email me at suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk.

Kurt is furious that I sent out his pic, and it's apparently appeared on
Facebook with an account of what happened to him at the board meeting. He's
just lucky I didn't take one of the marks on his bare arse. Now the guys in
this episode are equally anxious. Good, it'll keep them on their toes.

I'm heading off for the World Cup in South Africa, so the next episode will
only be posted in late July. I'll be reporting on the next board meeting,
when my team of sales managers will be back to face some even more devious
ideas about how to keep their butts in line. If they think they can slack
while I'm away, they will soon discover the error of their ways...

Mike


PART 4

A couple of weeks later I had a skype from Vladimir, our East European
sales manager. He only joined the company last year, together with Ivan,
the Russian manager. I had hired them both at a vintage car show in
Prague. Actually I met them in the hotel gym there where they were working
out. Both were real muscle enthusiasts -- Ivan had been a professional and
Vladimir looked as if should have been. It was a gorgeous sight, watching
the two of them flex and lift weights. I knew I had to have them in my
team.

Vladimir came on line. `Boss', I've got a bit of a problem here. A new
client has contacted me from Lithuania, wanting to see our range. But isn't
that supposed to be in Ivan's area?

Actually we haven't had any business in Lithuania yet, and I hadn't
demarcated the Baltic countries clearly between them.

`Leave it with me', I said, `I'll get back to you on this.'

I skyped Ivan. His handsome face appeared, made even sexier by the fact
that it was 6pm in Moscow and he had clear shadow on his well-chiseled
chin. He was of course keen to be in on a new customer, and there was also
some friendly rivalry between him and Vladimir.

I think it was partly political -- `After all', he said, `Lithuania used to
belong to us!' But it was also personal. The two of them worked out
together when they came over to London, and I had once seen them jogging on
Hampstead Heath where they created quite a stir in running shorts which
revealed their muscular thighs and calves. They seemed completely unaware
that this was one of London's main gay haunts.

And of course, no matter how much they were buddies, the thought that one
of them might end up with his beefy butt stripped and strapped over my desk
in front of everyone else if their sales figures dropped was enough to make
each of them keen rivals for the deal.

So I got them both on the line and watched them argue it out. Neither would
give way. As I watched them, both powerful and beautiful men, I had an
idea. I interrupted.

`Look, since neither of you can sort this out, Ill have to come over and
settle it myself. I'll meet you both in Vilnius next week. Maybe I'll make
you wrestle it out.'

Both guys grinned. That was the kind of challenge they liked.

I booked our tickets and three rooms at the best hotel in Vilnius. But
there was a medical conference on and they could only offer me two double
rooms. I thought of going elsewhere, but the idea of Vladimir and Ivan
being forced to share a room -- and a double bed at that -- amused
me. Actually it did more than amuse me. It made me hard. I fantasized about
Ivan waking in the night and finding Vlad's arms wrapped around his
muscular torso. He'd probably appear at breakfast with a black eye.

The next day, Sven called from Copenhagen. He'd heard from Vladimir about
the trip.

`Boss, shouldn't I be allowed to compete for this? Vilnius is as close to
Scandinavia as the areas of the other guys' he said.

Of course I knew what was in his mind. I'd seen him lusting after both Theo
and Kurt when they got a hiding in my board room. And I was sure he had
similar desires on the hunks from Eastern Europe. Although he had a girl
friend, I was certain he swung both ways.

`OK, Sven', I said. Come and join us. But I'm afraid you'll have to share a
room with me, the hotel's booked up. And a bed too', I grinned.

I could have sworn that Sven's tongue licked his lips for a second. `Sure,
boss, if you don't mind. I don't snore or anything. Or if one of the other
guys prefers I could share with him.'

I knew what Sven was after. `We'll see', I said.

The following week we all met at a the hotel in Vilnius. We gathered in the
bar and I explained the problem. None of the managers had authority over
Lithuania. So we needed to sort out who would get the market.

`You are all great sales guys' I said, `so I thought I'd toss a coin. But
since we've gone to the expense of all coming here, maybe we should make it
a bit more interesting.'

The three of them grinned, a little awkwardly. They knew something about my
idea of fun from our recent sales meetings in London.

`You are all strong guys', I said. `You all work out, and Ivan was a pro
muscle competitor. So let's see which if you is the strongest. And may the
strongest man win. Let's start with some arm wrestling.'

Vlad and Ivan laughed, but Sven looked a little worried. He was no
weakling, but clearly not as well muscled as the others. But he had no
choice.

`Jackets off and sleeves rolled up', I said.  `Sit in a circle and grip the
arms either side of you. You'll have to arm wrestle the other two at the
same time. First arm to fall to the table is out of the game.'

The three of them slipped off their suit jackets and hung them over their
chairs, then rolled up their sleeves. Vlad loosened his tie and undid his
top button too. I was already getting hard at the sight. All three men had
strong arms. Vlad and Ivan were smooth -- I suspect Ivan shaved his body
and momentarily had a vision of him razoring his thighs and maybe his balls
and pubic thatch as well. Sven had a coating of light blond hairs on his
lower arms.

They gripped each others' hands and I did a count down. `3-2-1'. Then they
started to force each others' arms to the table. Their biceps were bulging
and it was an impressive -- and highly erotic -- sight. Three strapping
handsome young men in close physical contact and grunting with
exertion. But it was no match. After less than 15 seconds, Vlad had forced
Sven's arm down and it came crashing on to the table.

`Shit', said Sven. `You guys are pros. I didn't stand a chance.'

`I'm afraid so Sven', I said. `But come and join us for the next round
upstairs in my room.'

`What for, Boss?" asked Ivan. I think the two of them were slightly
disconcerted at the thought of coming to my bedroom. Sven however looked
more eager.

`I told you', I said. `You two are going to wrestle it out.' Ivan grinned
at Vladimir. `It'll be like old times, Vlad, you and me competing with our
muscle bods. We'll see if you've been training hard enough.'

We all went up to my large room. I'd cleared some of the furniture to make
a space at one end.

`What are the rules, Boss?' asked Vlad. `No holds barred?' And he grinned
sexily.

`A few special rules', I replied. You don't want to spoil those smart suits
of yours. So you'll wrestle naked. And I want to test out not only your
strength but also your virility.

Vlad's smile froze. `How do you mean, boss?'

`The winner will be the one who cums first. But no jerking yourselves. You
are not allowed to touch your cocks. Of course you can do what you like to
the other guy. And you're not allowed to hump yourself on the floor or any
furniture.'

Vlad and Ivan looked shocked, Ivan even a bit sickened. But Sven couldn't
resist, `So how do they cum, Boss?. The only way is to jerk themselves
against the body of the opponent'

`Very good, Sven' I laughed, `I see you've worked it out quickly.' Sven
blushed slightly. The only way to cum -- unless of course they are such
studs that they can spurt just by thinking about it -is by jerking
themselves against their opponent's sweaty body. They will be competing
against each other but, um, dependent on each other at the same time.'

Vlad interrupted. `Shit, boss, that's kinky gay stuff. Ivan and I are
straight guys, we can't get off on each other like that.'

`Come on', I said, `muscled hunks like you can shoot cum whenever you
like. But if you really can't, or don't want to try, Sven can have the
Lithuanian deal.'

Ivan said. `How about you put some porn on the TV for us? They have a good
pay channel'.

`I don't think charging porn to the company expense account is on,
Ivan. No, you guys will just have to use your imaginations. And I know you
muscle guys get turned on by bodily contact.

Ivan shrugged and sighed. `OK, Boss, it's your call.' And Vlad nodded.

They began to strip. It was a glorious sight. Shirts came off revealing
powerfully muscled chests, and I noticed that Ivan had sharply pointed
erect nipples while Vladimir's were larger and smoother.

Then pulled off their shoes and socks. Vlad unzipped his suit pants and
Ivan, blushing slightly, did the same. Down they came revealing strongly
muscled thighs. Ivan was taller than Vlad, who was a bit stockier. His legs
were indeed shaved. But I'd been wrong about Vlad. His calves and thighs
were coated in light brown hairs, which thickened towards the top of his
legs. I was already getting hard at the sight of them both.

They both paused, reluctant to strip off their briefs. `Right' I said, `get
naked'. Quietly, I slipped my mobile out of my pocket, its photo function
at the ready.

Vlad did so first, tugging down his briefs and casually tugging his cock
free of them. He had a large and beautiful dick. It was uncut and thick,
and supported by meaty balls covered in golden hair.

Then Ivan did the same. He was also very well hung but cut. A large bulbous
cock head swung at the end of his dick. And as I'd thought, his balls was
shaved and his public hairs trimmed. Sven whistled. `Hey, you guys really
do shave all over!'. Ivan shrugged. `I had to wear tiny posing straps when
I did competition, you don't want unsightly man hairs showing. My wife
likes it, so I keep it up.'

`As it were', I said. Ivan blushed at the double entendre.

`OK, guys', I said, `Set to, and may the best guy cum!'

To start with they attacked each other as in a normal wrestling match. It
was hot seeing these two muscle guys heaving their bodies at each other and
holding each other down. They were pretty evenly matched. And of course
there was the added bonus of being able to see everything, their muscled
butts clenching and unclenching, their strong thighs inter-twineing, and of
course their meaty cocks and balls.

`Come on,' I shouted, `let's see you two jocks getting hard. Or are you
just wimps?'

That did it. Vlad, who was on top of Ivan remembered the rules, and began
to hump himself on Ivan's back. It was incredibly erotic to see him jerking
his butt up and down on Ivan. Ivan struggled to push him off and he fell on
his back revealing a rapidly growing cock. Instinctively he started jerking
himself with his hand.

`Foul', I shouted. `No touching your own cock! Sven, take your belt and
strap them if they disobey the rules.'

Sven's eyes gleamed. He swiftly unlooped his thick leather belt from his
suit and stood over the sweaty bodies wrestling on the floor. With a loud
crack he strapped Vlad's firm butt and a pink sting mark appeared.

`Fuck', shouted Vlad and he let go of his cock which by now was fully
engorged. Ivan took the opportunity to leap on top of him, and started
grinding his cock into Vlad's chest. I noted with amusement that the
carefully avoided contact with Vlad's cock which was jutting up while Vlad
tried unsuccessfully to make contact with Ivan's body to jerk himself into
cumming.

But Ivan was the stronger. He had Vlad pinioned down with his strong arms,
while he worked his cock vigorously over his chest. For a while he rubbed
the tip of his rapidly stiffening cock right on Vlad's large brown nipple
and into his hair-filled armpit. He buttocks were humping hard, and at each
stroke I saw them part and the cleft of his arse revealed. A couple of
times I caught a glimpse of his crack and even his puckered manhole. I
noticed that he didn't shave there --brown hairs encircled it.

Vlad was struggling with all his might to free himself, his cock bobbing
helplessly in mid air. It was no good. Without a surface to rub it on he
couldn't get enough friction to get his cum churning up out of his balls.

But Ivan was having no such problem. It was like watching a porn movie
seeing him fucking Vlad's chest and pit. After about 30 seconds, he cried
out, `Here it comes. Vlad you've lost!

And indeed it did come. Six strong shots of thick white cum spurted out of
Ivan's cock. They went straight into Vlad's face, coating his eyebrows,
hair and one dripping down his nose and into his mouth. Vlad spluttered and
spat, wiping Ivan's man juice out of his eyes. Sven roared with laughter.

Ivan got up, his cock still bobbing hard and a string of cum dripping from
it

`Well done', Ivan', I said. `You win, hands down. Or should I say, "cock
up". Clearly you've out-spunked Vlad.'

`Shit, Ivan,' said Vlad. `I didn't expect you to get your rocks off humping
me. And I don't want to drink your cum again either.'

Vlad laughed. `Sorry, bud, I couldn't stop myself with the boss shouting
and hearing Sven cracking your butt like that. And sorry about the face
whitewash. I'll buy you a drink for that!'

`Well done, guys', I said as I slipped my mobile back into my pocket. `You
can get dressed now and we'll have some dinner.'

Then I remembered something. `There's just one thing. We need to decide who
is sleeping where. Who volunteers to share my bed?'

And I grinned. Vlad and Ivan both protested, `Boss, you've had your way
with us already tonight. Don't make us submit to you in bed as well' said
Ivan.

Then Vlad said, `How about Sven? He can pay for that belt sting he gave me
by sleeping with you, Boss'.

I turned to Sven. I knew he really wanted to be in bed with one of the
muscle guys. But I also knew he'd have a much better time with me.

`Sure, boss' said Sven. `Whatever you say.' He didn't look too
dismayed. And I saw his crotch bulge twitch.

So after a good dinner and plenty of drinks, I climbed into bed and found
the warm, lithe body of Sven waiting for me under the duvet. He put his
arms around me. `I think you've got me sorted, eh, boss?' he whispered. `I
couldn't believe my luck when you told me to whip Vlad's butt.'

`Sure have,' I said, my cock rising rapidly. `I've had my eyes on that
bulge of yours for a while now.'

`Boss,' said Sven softly. `Will you fuck me? But I've never been fucked
before so make it gentle.'

Sven turned around and for the next hour my cock explored his deliciously
tight and muscled virgin butt.

Hell, I love this business.