Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2010 14:10:52 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: increasing sales part 7

Thanks for the encouraging messages, guys. It seems a lot of people enjoy
hearing about straight young hunks in suits getting worked over. Keep them
coming – email me at suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk and tell me which episode
you liked best. And get some pics of the guys in return.


I was looking forward to our next sales meeting. I'd had several emails
from some of the managers wanting to know how Ivan was getting on with his
cock trapped in chastity rings and a steel rod plugged into it. I didn't
let on that he had only lasted three days before he came back and submitted
to being my butt whore for the whole night. I just told them to wait until
we met again, so they could ask him for themselves. It amused me to wonder
if he would let on what had happened.

And I also had some other expenses account fiddles to expose.

On the morning of the meeting the guys all trooped in as usual, laughing
and back slapping. I noticed that they were getting more and more hearty at
our meetings. It was partly a show, I knew, to overcome their nervousness
at what might happen. Every meeting they had witnessed someone being butt
spanked, or sexually humiliated. Juan and Jean had been forced to piss in
each others suit pants and you know what happened to Ivan.

Nobody knew who would be next – or what would happen to them. It kept
them on edge, which I relished. But it also made them overdo the
back-slapping male camaraderie in front of me, showing me they were coping
with it all. It turned me on even more.

Ivan was late. `Maybe he's got held up at Heathrow', joked Kurt. `With that
contraption on his cock he must set off the security machines. Perhaps he's
had a strip search by customs guys.'

Everyone laughed. But Kurt had a point. Ivan had shamefacedly told me that
he had indeed had to show his metal-clad cock to airport security when he
had left last time. Apparently they had taken him into a room and made him
show them his cock cage. I teased him by telling him that would now be on
his security record `probably with photos.'

But only I knew that he was no longer going to set off the security
machines now that I'd drawn the steel shaft out of his cock and released
his bound cock and balls. I guessed he was deliberately late because he was
hoping the meeting would have started and he wouldn't have to endure the
inevitable ribbing by the other guys. So I waited until he turned up.

When he walked in, he went straight to his seat, trying to avoid the
others. But they were having none of it. Kurt stood in his way, grinning.

`So, big guy, what's with your dick?', he chuckled. And, to my surprise,
straight hunk Kurt actually grabbed Ivan's crotch, feeling for his cock
cage. Ivan sprang back, `Fuck off, Kurt!', he yelled. But it was too
late. Kurt turned to the rest of us, `It's gone!' he grinned. `How did you
do it, Ivan, did you saw it off? Or...' and he turned to me, `did the boss
here exact his revenge and make you his whore after all?'

Ivan blushed deeply. `Go on, Ivan', I said cruelly, `tell them the truth.'

Ivan sighed. `Yeah, OK, guys have your laugh. I couldn't bear it. The worst
was feeling that fucking rod stuck deep into my cock. And trying not to get
hard was hell. Not only did the rings begin to bite me, but feeling that
rod penetrate even deeper into my dick was awful. So, yes, I, I... came
back.'

`And?' said Kurt with a broad grin on his handsome face.

`And yes, I spent the night in the boss's bed.' There were whoops from Juan
and Sven. `You can't leave it there' said Kurt. `Did he fuck that muscled
arse of yours?'

`He sure did', mumbled Ivan. `Four fucking times.'

Vlad turned to me, `Hey, boss, so you made him pay for his whoring on the
company account by turning him into your own whore. Neat.' And he slapped
Ivan on the butt. `Wow, Ivan, you'll have to advertise your services to
other guys.'

Vlad was crowing. He'd not forgotten how Ivan had humiliated him in the
naked wrestling match in my hotel bedroom and how he'd lost the Lithuanian
deal as a result.

But I decided Ivan had now paid his dues. `To business, gents', I said,
handing out the agenda. Everyone became serious as they studied it. Sure
enough, the last item looked ominous. `Expense account irregularities' was
still there.

I loved making them wait in anticipation. Throughout the morning they did
their best to please me. Sales were still good, although I enjoyed a moment
when Juan confessed that he'd lost a big deal in Madrid. It was,
significantly, Kurt who turned to me and said, `You think Juan deserves a
public strapping, boss?', But although the thought of whipping Juan's purt
young butt made my cock thicken, I had other plans for the day. Juan could
breathe again.

Finally we got to the expenses item. There was a worried silence around the
table.` You all know that the auditors have turned up some irregular
claims', I said. `Ivan has paid the price for his whoring. But he is not
the only culprit who will have to be punished.'

You could have heard a pin drop. `You mean someone else hired a whore?',
asked Sven. I looked at him. He clearly was hoping that another of the
muscle studs around the table was going to get sounded in front of them all
and then a firm fucking.

`No', I smiled. `I don't think anyone else stupid enough to do that would
have come here today, after what happened to Ivan. No, I'm more concerned
now with someone who seems to think the company should pay for his
haircuts.'

There was a pause. Everyone looked around the table, waiting for my next
victim to be identified. Then a voice broke the silence.

It was Paulo, the Italian sales manager. He was a very handsome man,
needless to say, since he was in my employ. But he had remained aloof from
the proceedings at our last few meetings. He wasn't one of the jocks. He
was rather disdainful of some of the rest of them, even a little
supercilious. He always dressed well, with quality ties, crisp white shirts
and expensive leather shoes. I had wondered if he would leave the company,
since he clearly didn't enjoy the sexual tauntings I gave the others. So I
was looking forward to seeing what he would do next.

`Boss, I make these claims. I have to keep myself looking good, especially
for some of those gay clients we have. They like to, how do you say, letch,
at me. Not that I let any of them get a chance of seeing any more of me
than they should.'

`That may be, I said, `but at $300 a haircut I'd be entitled to think you
were getting a complete body groom.' There was laughter around the
table. Paulo looked a little flustered.

`In Milan they do things well, not like some of you other guys who look as
if you've had a cheap cut at the local barber', he protested.

It was the wrong thing to say. It turned the other guys against him. Now
they all looked at me, waiting to see how Paulo was going to be punished. I
didn't disappoint them.

`Come here', I ordered. Paulo slowly got up and stood in front of me. I
ruffled his curly black hair and he tensed. `Hmm... it is well cut.', I
said. `Let's see if they did such a good job on the rest of you.'

`What do you mean?', stammered Paulo, Though he knew full well what I
meant. As did the others. Kurt couldn't restrain himself, `Ja, Paulo, do
they give you a pubic shampoo and set?' There were guffaws of laughter in
the room. This was going the way I had planned.

Let's see', I said. `Paulo, stand here.' And I made him stand in front of a
large bay window that overlooked the street, although since we were on the
15th floor no-one could see from outside. Unless they had binoculars and
were looking up. But it was enough to make Paulo feel he was being put on
public show, not only in the room but to the rest of London.

I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my hand over his warm
chest until I felt a hard nipple, buried in thick manly chest hair. `No, I
don't think your barber did a good job there', I grinned. Paolo tensed and
took a step back. `Please, boss, don't, don't touch me like that.'

Then I pretended to be angry. `OK, Paulo, I won't force you into
anything. Go downstairs and fetch your redundancy notice. And leave your
car keys here.'

Paulo paled. `OK, OK, boss, you win.'

`That's better', I smiled. Now let's see what the company has got for its
excessive payments to your hairdresser. Put your hand dsbehind your head.'

Paulo slowly obeyed, helplessly offering his body up to my probings. I
unbuttoned his shirt revealing his hair-covered muscular chest. Then I
unzipped his suit trousers and let them drop sexily over his hips. He was
wearing an expensive cotton slip which moulded his balls and cock. I tugged
it down just far enough to expose his thick black bush of public hair. Then
I stood back.

The other guys in the room laughed and whooped. This was, I realized their
reaction of relief that they were not the ones on display today. Paulo
stood his hands behind his neck, his head hung in shame, looking like a
porno picture, with his chest and pubic hairs exposed to the room. And his
pants were slowly slipping down his rear, exposing the hairs on his lower
back and the top of his butt crack to the window. He couldn't prevent this
since I had ordered him to keep his hands behind his head and he dared not
disobey me.

`Hmm', I said, `I think the job needs completing.' More laughter. Paulo
gasped, `No, boss, please don't touch my hair.'

`Don't worry, Paulo, they've done a good job on your head. We'll leave your
beautiful haircut as it is. It's the rest of you that needs attention.'

I went to my desk. In previous meetings, I had produced a strap for Theo, a
cane for Kurt and a devious cock trap for Ivan. Everyone waited in
anticipation to see what was next.

It was pair of hairdresser's electric clippers. I tugged the crisp white
shirt out of Paulo pants. Then I set to, shaving his thickly coated armpits
and chest. Black hairs dropped onto the carpets making quite a pile, as I
razored him.

Then I ordered him to step out of his trousers and the thin cotton slip. As
he stripped naked, the others laughed. Paulo was being shaved bare in front
of everyone.

He had a large uncut cock. `I think we need some shaving cream', I said,
and I got some out of my desk drawer, together with a safety razor. `Ever
had your balls shaved, Paulo? It what all the porn stars do, it makes them
look bigger. Not that you need that, you've got some big man eggs there.'

Paolo blushed furiously, while the others guffawed. I lathered his balls
and cock with foam and set to. `Hold still, Paulo, I don't want to slice
your balls off.'

Paul stood rigid, while I shaved his balls and a few hairs that were
growing from the root of his cock shaft. Then I took the electric razor to
his pubes. As I did so, I noticed his cock twitch slightly. I realized that
the base of the vibrating razor was touching his shaft. Mischievously, and
without the others behind me noticing, I moved it so that it vibrated
against the underneath of his cock head, the point which was most
sensitive. Paolo gasped. Then his cock rapidly stiffened. I stood back to
let the others see.

This was Paulo's next humiliation. There he was, buck naked, his pits,
chest and balls and public bush shaved, with a roaring hardon. `Hey',
grinned Kurt, `looks like your're enjoying yourself there, feeling the boss
working over your balls. Or is it that you like the thought of exposing
your studly Italian butt to the rest of London?'

Paulo jerked his head around, realizing that he was indeed exposed in front
of the window. `Maybe we should finish the job properly', I said. `That
butt of yours also needs some grooming. Turn around'

Paulo groaned, but did as I ordered, exposing his manly pert butt to us
all. Dark hairs coated each cheek, growing thicker towards his crack. I
lathered them with foam, and scraped off the hairs with my razor.

`Bend over', I said. `That crack of yours needs a shaving.'

Paulo's shame was complete. There he was, this beautiful straight man,
forced to expose his arse crack to the rest of his colleagues and knowing
that his gay boss was going to get working on it.

But it got worse for him. `Sven', I said, `help me out here. Pull Paulo's
cheeks apart so I can get to shave right in there.'

Of course I knew what I was doing. Ever since I'd fucked Sven's tight arse
in Vilnius, I knew he swung both ways. And there was a visible hardon in
his suit pants as he stepped forward, and grabbed Paulo's butt cheeks,
pulling them apart to expose not only the crack but also Paulo's hot hole,
with black hairs swirling around it.

.'Hmm, hope you showered properly this morning' , I said, just to make
Paulo even more embarrassed. He needn't have been, he was clean and there
was even a scent of man talc.

Then I took the nozzle of the shaving foam can and held it right on his
manhole. I squirted and a shot of foam penetrated him. He gasped and tried
to stand up, but Sven and I held him firm.

`Oh no, Paulo' I said, `you stay there while we shave you. But then I
rubbed the foam over his hole and crack, and as I did so, I pressed my
finger, coated in the foam, firmly into his hole. He tightened instantly
but not before I'd penetrated him about an inch. My cock was straining in
my pants. I was fingering this hot Italian stud, who was at my mercy in
this humiliating razoring he was getting in front of everyone.

Sven saw what I was doing and winked at me. I saw his cock also
straining. Then I heard something which even I couldn't have anticipated in
my most devious plans.

`That's a hot sight, Paulo' said Kurt. And Sven and the boss are sprouting
massive rod hardons over you.'

I looked up. Kurt was actually rubbing his crotch.

`Looks like we're not the only ones, Kurt', I said. Kurt grinned. `Come
over here and help us.'

I finished razoring Paulo's crack, then slapped his now smooth butt
cheeks. He stood up and turned around. He was shocked by what he saw. Sven,
Kurt and I were standing there, jerking our cocks through our pants and
grinning at him.  `Please', he said, `please not that, don't fuck me,
please.'

I laughed. `Don't worry, Paulo', I said. Just put your hands behind your
head again and we'll do the rest.

Paulo obeyed, revealing his newly shaven pits. But his cock, though no
longer rock hard was still temptingly thick.  I bent over and took it into
my mouth. The others behind us laughed and shouted encouragement.

Then I pulled Sven and Kurt towards me. I felt Sven's mouth against mine,
as we both licked and lapped at Paulo stiffening cock and shaven balls,
giving him the first double blow job he'd ever had – and from two guys.

Then I stopped and looked up. Kurt was still standing there, his cock
straining against his zipper. I reached out and tugged it down. Kurt looked
glazed as I pulled out his smooth German cock, its head already covered in
pre-cum.  I took it into my mouth. Then I pulled him towards Paulo, whose
cock was still being worked over by an avid Sven.

And that's how it happened. In front of all the other guys, Sven and I gave
double head to Kurt and Paulo, pulling their cocks together as we did
so. Kurt sometimes pulled back and then slapped his hard cock on my face.

Soon I felt myself coming. I stood up, and shot seven thick spurts of cum
right onto Kurt's smart suit and shirt. Then I heard a groan behind me and
turned around to see Sven doing the same onto Paulo's shaven chest. I
pulled the phone out of my pocket and shot several pics.

Then I took more as I watched Paulo shoot his load into Sven's hand. I
grabbed it, and lifted it to Paulo's face. `Lap it up', I said. `And I
watched as Paulo ate his own cum out of Sven's hand. And photographed.

Then we went to lunch. Paulo didn't say much, but he was scratching a lot
at his razored chest and crotch. The others laughed and joked as usual. I
sat there watching them all, my cock half stiff, and thinking what I would
do with them next. It was going to be something good, they expected that
from me.