Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 23:45:18 -0400
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Job Search 01

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The hotel room stank of our sex – sweat, cum, two of the best smells in
the universe. I felt his cum both heavy inside me where he'd blasted it
deep in my mancunt a couple of times and heavy in my stomach where I'd
swallowed a third very heavy load. My fuckhole was close to closed again
after being STRETCHED and left gaping after his rough, relentless fucking,
and I could feel where some of his cum had run out of me and onto the sheet
under my balls, now resting, exhausted themselves, between my splayed legs.

I'd flopped back like a dead fish after that last one, after I'd gulped his
last blast, and he did, too. Now he did what most exhausted tops did when
their nuts had been good and surely drained – snored beside me. Not
loud, window-rattling snores, but snores nonetheless. I liked it –
another sign of a job well done. My job . . . as a power bottom.

I looked over at him and marveled again at his resemblance to a young Matt
Damon. Taller, more built, but his face, hair color and overall build were
similar. And his beautiful monster cock, laying there flaccid yet still
bigger than most men when they're fully hard, laying across his thigh, his
big, hairy balls looking just as big as they did before I drained them of
three loads to rival any porn moneyshot.

I licked my lips, again savoring the taste of him – of his cum, but also
his cock, which I'd sucked clean after each time he fucked my lights out
and dumped his seed so deep inside me, after the second time that was the
way I got his seed down my gullet, by gripping and man-handling those huge
cumtanks while I kept sucking that monster until I sucked a climax out of
him that had him screaming. GOD I love that!

I inhaled deeply of the sex-stench, and my head became light as my body
reacted as another man might to snorting cocaine. My own cock, three loads
fucked out of me – that second one I thought would be endless . . . or I
just hoped it would never end! – became hard again. Not as big as the
monster he wielded when he was fully aroused, but definitely in the extra
large category, often a draw, often a curse for me, as a consummate power
bottom.

Moving my hand to my sac hanging slack on the sheet between my legs, I
began to roll my sore nuts in my hand. My balls always begin to ache if a
third climax is forced out of me, and the dull ache persists . . . and
taunts me by its tantalizing perpetuation of my arousal. As I rolled my
aggrieved balls, my cock twitched and began to emit precum, which was a
persistent dollop at the slit and then rolled down and over my foreskin,
which was pulled back but not entirely off my fat head, and then down my
shaft.

My fuckchute was responsive to my self-manipulation too, and the delightful
sting resulting from the abuse it had taken earlier was reminded to me as
my cunt spasmed gently, begging for more. And I did want MORE. I always
wanted more. I always wanted IT, then I always wanted MORE of IT.

"Stroke it," suddenly ordered beside me in his deep voice, gravelly from
sleep and maybe also from the loudness of our sex before, startled me. I
realized instantly that I'd stopped hearing his snores at some point – I
just didn't know when, just that he was now becoming hard again as he
watched me languidly play with my balls.

I turned to the side and gazed appreciatively at his handsome face, almost
transfixed as he stared at my cock, and then along his body from his
chiseled, smooth chest to his treasure trail, cut groin, enormous cock and
balls, lightly furred and beautifully defined quads, thick, strong calves,
to his wide, big feet . . . and back up him again, taking my time before I
answered.  My cock was throbbing despite its spent state and lack of direct
stimulation. What he didn't know was that I could make myself cum from
playing with my balls . . . IF I was sexed up enough . . . and I surely was
sexed up . . . more than enough.

"Get yourself off for me while I watch you," he clarified his order to me.

My face broke into a meaningful leer as I faced him, his eyes still on my
cock, bobbing and dripping.  "What do I get if I do?"

That brought his eyes to mine.  But then he just flicked his eyes to his
own cock, now hard again, immense of proportion and irresistible.  Back
eye-to-eye, his burning gaze said it all.

My eyes locked onto his cock, and my hand continued its work.  My mind,
without need for me to direct it, went back to our meeting and the searing
bolt of sexual need that flashed through me the very first time I saw him.
I rolled and massaged my balls and teased my scrot and remembered . . .

I'd come out of the gym showers and rounded to the locker area, turned the
corner to the aisle where I'd stowed my gear and stopped dead in my tracks.
A tall hunk of a man, his side to me, giving me a beautiful profile view of
both his sculpted form head-to-toe, but specifically of his amazing long
fat cock and hugely full sac hanging.  He was talking to someone – no
memory of the other person, just that he was facing someone and talking,
and his voice was deep and rich.

He noticed me to his side, stopped, staring, and he turned to me with a
look that I could only call . . . dismissive.  Sure, he looked me up and
down, paying attention to the bulge under my wet towel around my waist, but
the look in his eyes was more like he expected hot younger men, taller than
he, to be disarmed by his naked appeal.

My locker was beside that of the man he was talking to, whom I walked past
and registered not a bit of data about, and it was between the end of the
aisle bench close to the hunk and the next one down.  Good planning on my
part – reflex, actually.  I got to my locker, spun the lock and then got
to work . . . putting my foot up on the bench farther away from him,
whipping off my towel and making a job of re-drying my leg, my foot, each
toe, between, all the while my – if I say so – HOT ass wagging in his
direction.

I made a show of grabbing my phone from my locker and looking briefly at
the screen so that I could steal a glance and see if he was looking when I
turned back.  He was . . . and he was clearly losing concentration in his
conversation because I heard him say, "Uh, yeah, sorry, just had a thought
there . . . "  I looked up and met his eyes dead on and smiled at that, and
he stumbled on his words again.

Then I went to work on my other leg, foot up on the bench, ass wagging at
him again as I took my time and made certain I was as dry as I could be.
At least my leg was . . . my cunt was juicing with desire for him, that
huge cock of his . . . I could only imagine how it would be fully angry and
needy for release.

When I turned around again, that time I looked directly at him.  He was
fumbling in his locker for something – probably his underwear, since he
was still butt naked.  He looked over, and I smiled again.  This time his
look was not dismissive, it was direct and determined.

"I haven't seen you here before," he led with.  Then he stepped toward me
with his right hand out.  "Theo.  Theo Bantry," he finished.

I gripped his hand in the firm, direct handshake my father had taught me
with the intent that I'd make a manly impression in a completely different
situation.  "Mads van Duessen," I told him, our eyes locked on each
other's.  "I've never been here before.  I am a guest of a member or member
company more accurately.  I'm in town for an interview."

"Good to meet you," Theo responded, not releasing the grip on our hands,
having stopped shaking for a minute or so now.

I grinned and looked down at our hands, and then I looked back to his face,
allowing my eyes to travel up the front of him slowly, obviously.  My grin
was wicked – like his fuckweapon! – and my nuts were beginning to get
hot, as my fuckhole already had.

Theo's smile back was broad and equally wicked.  "I was just about to start
my workout," he told me, releasing my hand, which I instantly regretted.
"Looks like you've just finished."

I held my ground, facing him directly as he did me.  "I had an awesome
workout in the gym."  I lowered my voice slightly.  "But I could go a few
rounds more," I told him.

Theo's wide blue eyes narrowed slightly, and I swear I saw his big cock
twitch in the edge of my sight.

For a long moment neither of us said anything.  We just drank each other
in.  I was about to say it, finally, but he did, his voice softer, too:
"Are you staying close by?"

"Very," I grinned . . . and so did he for the first time.  It was manly but
also playful.  I knew my cock was starting to grow.  TIME TO GO!  "I'm in
the hotel almost next door."

"Good," he said, simply.

We'd dressed quickly and walked the chilly half-block to my hotel and were
in my room and naked again equally quickly.  We hadn't spoken along the way
– not a word.  And he hadn't shoved me against the wall of the elevator
when we were in it, despite our being alone.  Shame, really.

But he made up for it when we got in my hotel room.  Theo pushed me against
the wall – HARD actually – and pressed himself into me.  "I hope you
like it HARD," he growled, our eyes locked, our lips almost touching, his
hard monster fuckweapon shoved into my own hardon.

"As hard as you can give it, I can take it," I told him, my eyes
determined, reaching around and grabbing his ass and pulling him harder
into me.

"I haven't showered since this morning.  I can take a quick shower so that
I'm as clean as you are," he offered.

"I like a man to smell and taste like a man in addition to feeling like
one," I told him matter-of-factly, as I bent my head and inhaled deeply at
his neck.  "Mmmmmmmm," I commented.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!" he murmured.  And then he pushed
back from me suddenly.  "Get naked – NOW!" he ordered, and he went to
work stripping off his expensive suit and beautiful French-cuffed shirt as
he kicked off his shoes.

We finished about the same time, and I was about to offer to hang his suit
when in one fluid motion he launched himself at me and grabbed me and
tackled me onto the bed.  HOT FUCKING DAMN this was going to be HOT!

He had my left arm up over my head licking my pit, and I was writhing under
him to get purchase on his enormous engorged cock, which I couldn't close
my big hand around it was so thick.  He was licking and biting my nipple
and then the other and then my other pit as I jacked his bestial manhood
and his hips worked into my strokes wantonly.  The creamy precum in my hand
was plentiful as he obviously enjoyed what was happening, though
plentifully as it was flowing I had only a small amount of that massive
member slicked with it yet.

Theo's mouth and teeth were working down to my six-pack, which he worked
down one side of my throbbing cock and then took a long swipe with his
tongue over my balls, which made my body tense with excitement, and then
worked his way up the other side of my hardon, over my groin and up the
ladder of my abs.  When he'd licked my sac I'd grabbed a handful of his big
stallion balls TIGHT.  When he was at the top of my abs and turned his head
and inhaled my own, rather formidably sized hardon, my grip tensed and I
involuntarily gave them a yank.

"AARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Theo roared around my cock.  The feel of
his throat vibrating around my cockhead made my entire body jolt.

"Want yours!" I growled, having resumed my jacking and pulled on his cock
in case he didn't hear me.

Theo laughed around my cock.  He didn't break his rhythm deep-throating my
pulsing knob and then his talented lips working their way up to my knob,
working my shaft with his equally talented tongue, which swirled around my
head and teased my piss slit before he swallowed me whole again.  I sure
hoped he fucked as proficiently as he sucked cock.

As I was about to wrestle him to get my mouth on his cock, his mouth was
off my cock and my legs were in the air.  His face was in my crack and his
tongue deep inside my hole.  "OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS!" I cried out and
grabbed my own ankles to pull my knees to my chest and give him free access
to my hole.

Theo ate me as well or better than he'd been sucking me.  His tongue teased
inside my fuckchute, tongue fucking me and also licking my cuntwalls.  He
also chewed my rosebud and sucked me, and my continuing moans, growls and
cries came in time to the changeups.  "HOT fucking bitch, aren't you,
Mads?" he growled up at me over my waving cock at one point.

"You have no fucking idea!" I shot back and was immediately sucking in
breath again as his tongue was inside me working me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" he growled and was back to work.

My precum was puddling on my sternum and between my pecs as my cock flowed
continuously.  I was so turned on I was close to wondering if I'd blow my
wad with him eating my manhole.

That thought went away suddenly, as did his tongue, and he was against my
thighs, his intimidating cock resting on my own hardon, dripping on my abs
as he looked down at me.  "Condoms?" he asked, his breathing heavy.

"Wouldn't ruin a manfuck with anything between us," I rasped back.

His eyes widened and his nostrils flared, and a huge glob of precum plopped
into the mess on my abs.  Then a grin spread across his face . . . and was
quickly replaced with an eyes-narrowed look of sheer determination.

Theo pulled back and grabbed his humongous hardon and shoved the
tennis-ball-sized head of it hard against my hole.  "HOLY FUCK!" I shouted,
as he didn't stop and pushed HARDER, stretching my hole open wider than it
almost ever was with a horsecock inside me.

"Yeah, you said you can take it," he growled.  "And you're going to," a
loud grunt which corresponded to the pain in my hole increasing
dramatically, "TAKE IT" he groaned.

I shouted . . . LOUD . . . as I felt like my ass was being ripped open as
Theo entered me with a growl.  At least he held there, his impossibly huge
head inside me like an apple in a pig's mouth, or so it felt.  I was
panting and trying to gather myself while we held that position.

Theo was over me, looking hard into my eyes, panting himself.  I felt like
I could feel his cock throbbing inside me . . . or maybe it was my guts
spasming in pain.  He was waiting for me to relax around him, which I
doubted was within my physiology, given the enormity of his girth and that
bull-sized knob that was, then, wedged inside my opening.  But I wanted it
. . .

I reached onto my torso and scooped up as much of the heavy drips of precum
as I could get and reached around and generously lubed his monstrous, veiny
shaft with it.  I smeared as much as I could get at my entrance, but there
was no way any was getting IN – I was stretched too damn tight to get
anything else in there.  "You gonna fuck me or hold that pose all night,
stud?" I shot up at him.

His eyes widened again, and he started to SHOVE that fucklog of his into me
inch after inch.

"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
I yowled, and I thrashed my head side to side, but Theo didn't stop and
filled me to a place I only vaguely ever felt once long ago I'd been
filled.

When he was all in, he ground into me and pulled me up painfully against
him so our chests were together.  His breath was hot in my face.  "You said
you wanted it."

I forced myself to grind onto him, eliciting a surprised wide-eyed look
from him.  "I FUCKING DO!" I growled and pushed myself forcefully away,
landing on my back out of his reach.  I began to gyrate on that massive
fuckpole impaling me, and Theo took his cue.

He began to fuck me – none too gently.  "OH FUCK YOU'RE TIGHT!" he
shouted as his first full stroke out and then back into me made me see
stars.  "FUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he followed, as his pace increased.

My prostate was being pummeled, directly by his head when the huge flared
edge of it knocked it on the way out or when his ginormous head slammed
into it on the way in.  But his amazingly fat shaft was so thick inside me
that he was rubbing my pleasure button all the way in and all the way out
with every stroke, too.

To my credit I was fucking back onto his cock, and his groin smacked my ass
with such force as to make the smacks loud enough to be heard over our
continuous stream of filthy talk.  It only made it hotter.  I was sailing
on the wave of pain mixed with pleasure that comes from a ruthless fucking,
my entire body riding waves, breaking and bobbing, building and breaking
again.

"Jesus fuck you weren't kidding, Mads!" he exclaimed and pounded me
impossibly harder.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
YOU KNOW IT!" I told him and went back to hissing and growling and moaning.

I have no idea how long we fucked that first time, just that it wasn't as
long as the second, which if I'd been coherent during the first I'd have
told you could never have been possible . . . to take a second anal assault
from that monster cock.  But suddenly I was shouting "OH FUCK YEAH!
FUCKING FUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK ME!  FUCK YES JUST LIKE—"

"Fucking awesome," Theo's deep voice softly interrupted my memory as my
body bucked, my balls ACHED as I cried out and began to blast my seed all
over myself laying there next to him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
I cried, as my balls felt like they were in a vise, and maybe they were,
being squeezed, because I felt myself pumping a coating of my jizz out to
splat on me from chin to groin.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Theo growled appreciatively as I caught my
breath.

"FUCK," I hissed, "ME . . . AGAIN," I struggled to get out as my body
struggled to get back to normal after a spine-dislocating orgasm, almost as
good as the three he'd fucked out of me.

Theo pulled me into him, having rolled onto his side, and put one big hand
on the side of my face.  Strangely, the first truly intimate gesture he'd
made.  "You said yourself before you were fucked-out, my studly bitch.  I
don't want to ruin your amazing pleasure portal."

Clichιs aside, he quoted me for truth . . . but that wasn't going to
stop me.  "Smear my hole with my jizz and FUCK ME with that amazing
rhinocock that's pressing against my gooey groin.  NOW!" I shouted the last
for emphasis, and it startled him.  "I want more of you, Theo," I said,
gentler.

"I don't want to hurt you," he reasserted, though very quietly, his lips
almost against mine.

"I gave you what you wanted.  Now give me what I want!" I demanded.

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I walked into the lobby of the company for my interview the next morning
about fifteen minutes early so that whatever security gauntlet had to be
run would be done and I'd be available at the time of my appointment.
Okay, "walked" is slightly more than what I did.  I ambled, in an attempt
to keep myself from screaming in pain.

The last fuck with Theo was as amazing as the first two, including him
fucking yet another load out of me.  My fuckchute, however, felt like it
had survived a nuclear fuckwar and might be ruined by radiation . . . or
something.  My ass STUNG with every move.  I won't even say how it felt in
the morning when I had to, uh, use it for its intended purpose!

"Oh, Mr. van . . . Deeson?" the cute young man, dressed nicely in a
better-than-Macy's suit, who was the company's main receptionist struggled.

I smiled and laughed, and he looked relieved at the smile but then
concerned at my laugh.  "It's van Duessen – like DO SIN," I told him
with a wink.

He blushed at that and repeated my name and told me that their HR director
would be interviewing me personally, but that one of the company
executives' schedules had changed and he'd be seeing me first.  If I'd just
have a seat . . .

"I don't mind standing for a bit before I'm seated for my interview
. . . or interviews," I told him, with a smile, and I walked toward the
floor-to-ceiling windows in the reception area, admiring the million dollar
view of the Capitol building and the Mall.

As I looked out, I was approached across the lobby.  I heard the
clip-clopped steps on the slate tiles and then heard the receptionist say,
unnecessarily since I was the only one in the waiting area, "He's right
over there Miss Lynd."  I didn't know who Miss Lynd was, just that she
hadn't been on the interview schedule, nor had the headhunter briefed me on
her, as he had the other four executives and the human resources director.

"Mr. van Duessen?" she asked when she'd neared me.

I turned to see a woman dressed in a very flattering and very expensive
suit that looked like it had been tailored to her many curves.  Her makeup
was subdued but perfection, like her smile.  And the stiletto-heeled shoes
I'd heard I was certain had to be some name everyone would know when they
heard it and moan appreciatively.  "Yes, I am."  She was holding out her
hand so I put mine out, another thing my father had taught me – never
initiate a handshake with a lady, wait for her to initiate it or not.

"I'm Ava Lynd," she said.  "I'll be taking you to your first interview,
with my boss, the vice-chairman."

"Thank you," I replied politely, if with confusion, as I'd no way been
slated to meet with anyone like the vice-chairman of the company.
Apparently she picked up on it.

"Oh, sorry.  The interview roster was changed at the last minute.  >From
what I heard," she said over her shoulder with a smile as we walked through
a long wide hall, "Your skills hit the radar, so you're being considered
for a higher position."

Interesting, I thought, glad to have a diversion from thinking about my
aching ass and trying to walk without looking like I'd been fucked out –
more than once! – the night before.  I didn't know if this change boded
well for me or not, given that I was rehearsed for the interviews I'd be
having for the position I had been put up for by the headhunter who'd
worked with me.  But I knew whatever it was, I'd have to deal with sitting
down when I got there, and that brought my mind full circle to my carefully
controlled steps.

After we'd rounded a corner she badged us through glass double-doors and
into a sumptuous lobby.  I expected her to tell me to have a seat, but
instead she kept walking, and I followed.  She walked in through an open
door into a vast office with two sides all windows, these with a view of
the Lincoln Memorial and the Jefferson Memorial out beyond.

A tall broad-shouldered man in a suit tailored to show off a magazine-cover
shape stood at the window with his back to us, looking out, until she spoke
to him.  Then he turned.  I vaguely heard her saying my name as I struggled
to keep myself from shouting, "What the fuck!" or "Oh my God" as I looked
at him.

"Mr. van Duessen," she had turned back to me now, "This is Theodore Bantry,
our vice-chairman.  He has a very special position in mind for you," she
finished with what I swear was a knowing grin.  As she left, I heard her
heels stop behind me somewhere.  "Oh, and Mr. van Duessen?"  I forced
myself to break eye contact with the stud I'd spent most of the night with.
When I'd turned, she said, "I'm Mr. Bantry's CONFIDENTIAL secretary, and if
there's anything in particular you need while you're here, he's asked me to
see to it."

It wasn't my imagination – she was grinning knowingly at me as she
stepped out and closed the wide wood door.  I probably did imagine,
however, the sound of a lock.

"She's right, you know," the rich deep voice I knew rather well said behind
me.

I turned slowly to face him, and the handsome stud I'd enjoyed hours with
last night was smiling handsomely at me from farther away than I'd have
liked.  KEEP IT COOL! I ordered myself, more to my cock, which felt like it
was filling rapidly.

"I do have a very SPECIAL . . . position in mind for you, Mads."

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I didn't take the job, though it was a good one the company offered me.
And I didn't turn that job for Theo down because I'd fucked the big boss,
either, or because of the potential complications of continuing to fuck
that HOT stud if I had taken the job.  Instead I took a job that I felt
suited me better in a different type of organization in Providence.  But a
tall, important man in a suit will always make my mind flash back to a few
days in Washington, DC, and, more importantly, to wild-fucked-away nights
with Theo Bantry.


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