Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:56:26 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: increasing sales part 5

INCREASING SALES -- PART 5

Thanks for waiting for this episode, guys. I had a good time in South
Africa -- some very sexy guys there, and of course the sight of all those
hot macho soccer players as well as some of their fans turned me on big
time. But that's another story. Let's return to my business in London and
the ways I keep the sales managers performing at their best. This episode
may not be to everyone's taste, but there are lots of other devious devices
that I have up my sleeve for future episodes.

As before, tell me what you think -- and get some pics of the guys in
return. Email me at suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk


It was time for the next London sales meeting. The recession appeared to be
lessening and the monthly turnover had been pretty good in all regions,
doubtless helped by my original methods of getting the managers to keep
their sales figures high. The threat of getting their arses tanned in front
of all the others certainly kept them on their toes. The images of Theo
getting a bare butt strapping and Karl's caning and subsequent forced strip
were well engraved on their minds.

So I decided to vary things this time. As my trip to Vilnius had showed,
when Vlad and Ivan wrestled butt naked to shoot their cum, even the
straightest amongst them were prepared to do some pretty hot stuff for me
in return for sales. These young guys in their 20s and 30s were so
ambitious -- and greedy -- that they would put up with my demands, even
though they all had girl friends or wives (and often both at once).

It amused me to see how far I could go with them. After all, I'd selected
them not only for their abilities as salesmen but also for their masculine
and muscular good looks. I found them especially hot in the tight fitting
suits I made them wear.

They all trooped in, joking and back slapping each other, but also looking
a little nervous as might be expected after the butt whippings they'd seen
at our last couple of meetings. They remained tense throughout the meeting,
waiting for the sales figures.

But when we got to this last item on the agenda, I relaxed them straight
away. `You've all performed well this month, guys', I said

`So who gets to have his arse whipped, Boss?', asked Kurt, the blond and
muscular German manager.

`Why, Kurt', I replied, `are you worried that those firm butt cheeks of
yours are going to get another going over?'.

Some of the other guys laughed, while Kurt blushed at the memory of being
forced to drop his suit trousers and briefs in front of all the guys.

`Yes, Boss', he said. `It took a week for those fucking cane whip marks to
heal. I couldn't shower at the gym with those on me.'

I saw Sven lick his lips at this, and knew just what he was thinking. How
he would have loved to see Kurt's naked and wet body in a shower, or better
still, given him more licks with his leather belt.

`Don't worry', I said. `You've all done well this month. We'll have lunch,
but I still need to discuss a special new strategy plan so we'll stay here
in the board room.'

A couple of in-house staff brought in plates of food and crates of juices
and beers. `This is sensitive planning', I said, `so we don't want anyone
barging in.' Then I locked the doors behind them and pocketed the key.

I encouraged all the guys to eat and drink while we carried on discussing
marketing strategies. After about thirty minutes the expected
happened. Jean, the French sales manager got up. `I won't be long', he
said, `I've got to go to the bathroom'.

`I think not', I said. `Not until we're done with these discussions.'

`But Boss', he said, `it's pretty desperate. I drunk a lot of coffee this
morning and some beer at lunch.'

`Too bad', I replied. You need to show you can exert some
self-control. Cross your legs.'

Jean looked furious, but sat down again. I made no secret of eyeing up the
well-filled crotch in the fairly tight charcoal grey suit trousers he was
wearing. He was tall, well-built and, like all my salesmen very sexy with
smoldering good looks. Right now he was smoldering in other ways. It made
my cock twitch at the sight of his discomfort and the thought of his very
full bladder.

Then Juan, the sexy and cocky Spanish manager, spoke up. `Boss, I think we
all need a comfort break. I could do with a piss too right now.' Several of
the others nodded in agreement.

I smiled. `Time for some training, gentlemen', I said. `You all need some
self-discipline. If you were in important sales negotiations right now with
rival bidders in the room, you couldn't go off to the bathroom and leave
the field to them. So hold it in guys.'

`But, Sir', said Jean, `my bladder is aching really badly. I don't think I
can. I'll piss myself soon. I might need to water your plants in a new
way!'

Some of the other guys laughed. But his words, coming out of his sexy
mouth, made my cock harden. `You do as you're told', I said. `And I'll fire
you if you dare to piss on my plants!'

The idea of the guys bursting in their suits and unable to relieve the
pressure turned me on. They were all now acutely aware of their cocks -- or
rather their bladders, which was almost as arousing to me. As usual, I
thought of how this could become fun.

`Come on, Boss' said Juan, `give us a break.'

`No', I replied, `you need discipline, all of you. But how about some
creative team work as well?'

The guys looked puzzled. Only Sven was grinning. He knew just how my mind
works after I'd drilled his tight virgin butt in Vilnius. His cock was
beginning to bulge in his pants.

`I'll unlock the door, but only after one of you has pissed in his pants --
in front of all the rest. So it's up to you to decide when you can get out
of here. The quicker someone pisses his nice smart suit, the sooner you can
go. But not on my carpet. And, by the way, just to make it extra tough on
the guy who bursts himself, I'll be filming it on my phone camera.'

There were groans around the room. `Gee, Boss, you make us do some kinky
stuff', said Ivan the muscle god from Russia who had spurted his cum all
over Vlad's handsome face on my hotel bedroom floor in Vilnius. But I
noticed that he was grinning as he spoke. The thought of one of them
humiliating himself by soaking his suit with piss clearly appealed to him.

`So', said Kurt, `which of you two guys is it going to be? Jean or Juan?
Hurry up, either way, or we'll all be wetting ourselves.'

`No ways' said Jean. And Juan similarly shook his head. `You'll have to
make us do that.'

It was the wrong thing to say. Kurt leapt up and grabbed Juan's arms,
pulling them behind his chair. He then pulled the chair back revealing
Juan's legs spread wide, his crotch bulging.  `Go on, damn you, spill your
piss, then we can all get to the bathroom! Come on guys, help me encourage
him!'

Several of the others laughed and then Ivan and Vlad both moved in. They
grabbed Juan's legs, so he couldn't move them. I was getting rock hard,
seeing Juan's sturdy thighs pulled apart. But it got better. Vlad,
straight, muscular, gorgeous Vlad, started moulding Juan's crotch with his
hands.

`That's it, Vlad', said Kurt, `press hard on his bladder.  Squeeze the piss
out of him!'

Juan was groaning and struggling, but he could do nothing to prevent Vlad
who was pressing hard on his crotch, just above the ample bulge of Juan's
cock and balls.

`Fuck ,no, man, don't make me do it!', Juan screamed.

Jean was meanwhile looking mighty relieved that Juan and not he was the
object of attention. So I thought I'd liven things up a bit more.

`Why don't you submit Jean to the same treatment', I said, `let's see who
has the most self control.'

No sooner said than done. Theo grabbed Jean and pinioned him as he stood,
and Steve started moulding Jean's crotch, squeezing him hard on his
bladder. The sight of these straight guys working over Jean and Juan's hot
suit-clad packages was one of the hottest I'd seen.

Then Sven, who was clearly as aroused as I was by this, had an idea. `Hey,
guys, maybe they won't wet themselves. But how about we get them to hose
each other down?'

There were guffaws of laughter.

`But no mess on the boss's carpet', said Kurt. `How do we prevent that?'

Sven grinned. `Get Juan up out of that chair', he said. `Now keep a tight
hold of them both and make them stand facing each other.'  The others
quickly did as he said, despite Juan and Jean's struggles.

`Closer, press them together', said Sven. Juan and Jean found themselves
pinioned by the other guys, their chests and legs jammed together. And,
sexily, their crotches.

Then, grinning widely, Sven knelt down. He pushed his hands between the
crotches of the captive guys, and tugged down their zippers. Both men
struggled, but were held tightly by the others. Then Sven put his hands
into their packages and drew out two beautiful long thick cocks.

`How's that help, Sven?', said Kurt. `They'll piss all over the boss's
carpet.'

`Yeah', I said. `And if they do, Kurt, you're going to vacuuming it up --
with your tongue!'

Sven laughed. Then he took Jean's cock and jammed it into the front of
Juan's pants. Juan's cock twitched, and Sven pulled it down and into the
front of Jean's tight blue briefs. Then he pulled the suit pants back up.

`Hold them tight together' he said. `Now, lads, you can let go at last and
drench each other. Unless of course you like the feel of your cocks rubbing
into each other's crotches so much you want to stay that way for a while?'

Jean blushed and Juan almost spat at Sven. But there was nothing they could
do.

`OK, Jean' said Juan. Sorry, but I can't hold it any longer.'

And with that he let out a loud groan.  There was silence, and then Jean
yelled, ` Hey, stop him. He's pissing inside my pants, he's wetting my
balls!'

Sure enough a stain appeared inside Jean's tight suit bulge as Juan let out
a hot stream of pent-up piss. It soon made its way down the leg, and since
the two guys were held so tightly together, it spread around the top of
both their thighs.

`Fuck, I'm going to let go too', cried Jean and he yelled out as his cock
spurted a stream of clear warm piss all over the front of Juan's suit
pants. He jerked away and held his cock up, spraying the front of Juan's
shirt so that the wet cotton became almost transparent and stuck to Juan's
muscled chest.  Kurt let go, and Jean continued spraying his load right
into Juan's face. Clear streams of piss jetted over his dark hair and
eyebrows, dripping onto his nose and into his mouth.

The other guys were roaring with laughter at the sight. Juan's cock now
hung out of his pants, dripping his last few drops onto -- yes, my carpet.

I pretended to be furious. `Kurt', I barked, `what did I tell you? You've
let Juan spill some of his piss juice onto my carpet. Get down there and
lick it up!'

What?' stammered Kurt, `you've got to be joking boss'.

Sven smiled. `You now the boss means what he says, Kurt', he said.

Kurt glared at him. But he knew I was in control. Slowly he knelt in front
of the wet stain on the floor. Then as the other guys whooped, he bent over
and lapped it up.

`What's it taste like, Kurt?", laughed Vlad. `Schnapps?'

Kurt got up, his task done. `No, like tequila' he grinned.

I love these guys. They are straight as a die, but they will submit to
whatever kinky games I devise for them. They know that if they do, I'll
take care of them.

Right now, there was only one thing they wanted. `Will you unlock the door
now, please boss', said Ivan. `We are all bursting after that little
exhibition. Except Juan and Jean of course!'

I let them out and there was a rush down the corridor. Jean and Juan stayed
behind, busy wiping the worst of each other's piss off their trousers, but
a large wet stain covered their crotches and legs.

I went to my desk and pulled out my cheque book. Then I wrote out a large
cheque for each of them.  `Go buy yourselves some new clothes' I said. `And
see it as a kind of bonding'.

Juan smiled, then slapped Jean on the back. `It was OK, boss', he
said. `Maybe Jean and I will get to like it. And it was most amusing to see
Kurt licking up my piss off the floor.'

These guys are great. I put my arms around each of them. Their wet crotches
rubbed against me. Then the unbelievable happened. Juan put his hand on my
tented crotch and slowly started rubbing it.

You like that, boss? Come on Jean let's show the boss there are no hard
feelings.'

So here I was, two hot suited young executives who had just given a forced
piss display jerking me off. Needless to say, I obliged them...