Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2002 22:00:41 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: ANOTHER CORPORATION BRAT (scat ws)

		 ANOTHER CORPORATION BRAT

   "Gentlemen. As you know, since my father's death I have
decided to take over the helm of this corporation. Granted,
I'm young and haven't exactly been paying much attention to
business. Some call me a playboy and wastrel. Probably some
of you harbor those same opinions of me. Of course, you're
absolutely right. Luckily, this company practically runs
itself. Most of you don't do shit, and command high
salaries. I could probably cut the executive staff in half
without making a dent in our profits."
   The men glanced at one another, nervously, knowing it
was true.
   "Until further notice, you'll all stay on staff,
however. Well, enough for business. That was very tiring
and not fun at all. I think I would be enjoying myself a
lot more if someone were sucking my asshole. Who would like
to suck my asshole?" He stood up, took off his shirt and
dropped his pants and shorts and sprawled across the table
top. The men gasped.
   "Come on, who's gonna lick it?" he looked around the
table.
   "B-but sir, w-we're all married men! W-we don't...
we're..."
   "Straight? Aw, that's alright. My asshole won't know
the difference. A tongue's a tongue. Just fake it. Pretend
you're an ass-licking queer rimming the boss for favors.
That's what it is, you know. I'm the boss and you're the
guys that don't want to go out into the job market and give
up those huge salaries you're getting practically for free.
Let's call it a new job description--keeping the boss
happy! So, who's gonna be first?"
   "This is an outrage!" one guy cried.
   "It certainly is," the young boss agreed. "I've had my
pants down now for three minutes and I don't feel a tongue
between my cheeks. Doesn't anyone want to keep their job?"
   "We...we hafta do it to keep our job?"
   "For starters. I've grown up watching you bastards
drain money from this company. Now it's time you earned
some of it. I could easily fire you all and bring up the
next tier and promote them to your positions."
   "S-sir? How can you demand this of us? It's just
not..."
   "Of course it is. You're highly-paid, ass-kissing
brown-nosers. You've just never been made to live up to
your duties. Now who's gonna kiss the boss' ass for six
figures a year?"
   They all sat rigid until one guy at the end of the
table rose.
   "I've got a wife, three kids, and a new mortgage. If I
lose this job my wife'll kill me. I'll lick your fuckin'
ass!" He started walking up.
   "Good reason, fella. Suck my ass for your wife and
kids!" He rested his head onto the table and reached back
and spread his buttocks. The man nervously knelt behind
him.
   Glancing at his associates, he gulped and put his face
in there.
   "Mmm. Lick it. Ah...love gettin' my hole licked! Take
notes, you guys. You'll all do it, or get the fuck out!
Mmm. Not bad, fella. You done this before? Maybe let your
tongue stray upward while 69ing with your wife? Okay, take
a big lick and let the next guy do it."
   He swiped his tongue up the 22-year-old President's
asscrack, then backed away. Sighing, another man rose from
his seat and took his place. He used his hand to wipe away
the other man's spit, then used his tongue to reapply his
own.
   "Yes, lick it. Stick your tongue in. Put your tongue up
my asshole! Lemme feel it in there then you can quit."
   The man drove his tongue up the young man's rectum.
   "Okay. Next!"
   "Fuckit!" the next exec got down there. "You guys
already licked it clean. I'll do it for my job!"
   "That's the spirit!" the boss encouraged him, getting a
big grin on his face. As soon as the man was situated, he
farted in his face! The man backed off, coughing. "That's
for being a smart-ass. Now lick me out...and get that
tongue way up in there!"
   One guy walked out of the room. The others lined up and
tongued the kid's hole. When the last one had finished, the
boss stood up with a big erection. "Okay, gentlemen, now
we'll try cocksucking!"
   The young president enjoyed humiliating the straight
men. He did carry on business with more aptitude than even
he thought he had. The men become adept at rimming and
cocksucking...enjoyed plowing the boss' ass when he felt
like getting fucked and sucking cock himself...and most
gave up their own ass-cherries right there on the boardroom
table! Soon, he had to devise more entertaining diversions.
   One of his favorites was to bring in a jar of sweet
pickles. He'd lay on the table with his legs back and have
a man stick one of the pickles all the way up his rectum.
Then he'd push it out slowly, making the man eat it from
his asshole!
   "Yeah, munch it, man. Eat that pickle turd from my ass!
Oughta make you guys take the real thing!" He went through
the whole jar.
   That first time, he'd carefully douched beforehand. The
next time he didn't. The men were caught unawares. With the
strong taste of vinegar coating them, they didn't realize
they were eating shitty pickles!
   Sometimes the boss himself felt like rimming. As with
his cocksucking, he played favorites. Some of them didn't
turn him on at all, but others were just to his liking.
He'd blow them, rim them...even put pickles up their
assholes and eat them out. And if they came out shitty, he
ate them anyway! He was an equal-opportunity employer!
   One day he brought in the kid from the mailroom. The
boy greedily sucked on a few of the men's cocks before the
boss stripped him naked and fucked him on the table while
he continued sucking pricks. When he'd finished, the boy
was still horny and took a few more pricks up his ass. One
of the men blew him while another, without being asked,
knelt down and cleaned up the boss' greasy, deflated cock!
"Gettin' to like this, hunh?" he looked down at the
handsome exec.
   "Guess so. Kid's ass tastes good. Glad you started this
stuff," he whispered. "Never woulda had the nerve on my
own."
   The boss leaned over and also whispered. "I had some
shit on my dick. Or did you notice that?"
   "I noticed it," he blushed. "Still a sweet butt."
   "I see. So why don't you suck his hole after he's done
fucking?"
   "I'd like to. Would you force me to do it...to save
face?"
   The boss reflected, then nodded, smiling.
   "Pump that load up his ass, Perkins. I got special duty
for Atkins here. Atkins, I want you to suck all the jizz
outta the kid's asshole!"
   "No, please, not that!" he cried, trying to contain his
excitement.
   Hearing the conversation made the man doing the screw-
ing blow his wad. He took a few more strokes then pulled
out...wanting to see this himself.
   The boss shoved the man's face into the boy's dripping
crack. "SUCK IT! SUCK IT ALL OUT! EAT THE BOY'S ASSHOLE.
YOU KNOW HOW!"
   As if being forced, the young exec attached his mouth
to the kid's anus and sucked away. He looked liked he was
being forced, drawing groans and gasps of sympathy from the
others. In reality, he was sucking like a vacuum cleaner--
gulping down the other men's cum loads to get a taste of
the boy's insides flavored with shitjuice!
   Later that day, the boss cornered Atkins in the men's
room. He walked up to him and goosed him as he stood at the
urinal.
   "Okay, I played your game. Now what's your story,
Atkins?"
   "Kinky, sir. I like things kinky." He stared down as
the boss pulled his prick out to piss. Quickly, he grabbed
it.
   "How kinky? And why are you holding my prick? You know
I gotta take a piss. You want me to piss all over your
hand?"
   "No, that'd be kinda messy. Why don't you piss in my
mouth?"
   "You like piss out of a cock, hunh? Hidden talents?"
   "No. Never tried it. Sometimes I can talk my wife into
pissing in my mouth. Got her to shit on my chest a couple
of times, too. You've gotten me all excited about guys,
now."
   "Hmmm. That mean you're interested in my turd, too?"
   "Well...mostly I was thinking about the mailboy for
that."
   "Wanna see the kid shit, hunh? Hmmm. Just watch, or you
wanna lick a little? On your chest...or in your mouth?!"
   "I dunno...he's really hot. Who knows what I'll do?"
   "Tomorrow at three...in my office...we'll find out. Now
you want this piss or not?"
   "Oh, I want it!" He knelt down and opened his mouth.
The boss turned away from the urinal and dropped his pants.
He pulled his balls from his jockeys, stuck his cock into
Atkins' mouth and pissed down the man's throat!
   Atkins gulped down most of it. "Thanks, boss.  Nice
drink. Want me to lick ya where the sun don't shine?"
   "No." He left his cock hanging out. "You horny fucker.
Pull your prick out...I'll blow you!"
   He blew the kid, too, while Atkins rimmed them both.
Sixty-nining on his desk, the boss was getting sucked off
by the kid while Atkins went from one end to the other
licking their assholes.
   Naked, Atkins leaned his face down and tongued his
boss's hole, then ran around and crouched down to taste the
boy. Back and forth, until the jizz ran. Still in that
position, the boss held the kid's ass apart and watched him
shit into Atkin's mouth!
   Atkins didn't know ahead of time just what he'd do. But
after licking the boy's hole...once that thing started
coming out of his rectum, he just opened his mouth and
received it! The boss could tell, looking at the man's
eyes, that he was excited beyond belief! He was sucking on
the end of the boy's turd and jerking off. He slurped his
mouth off it and fell back moaning deliriously, shooting
sperm all over himself!
   The turd still hung from the boy's asshole. The boss
stuck his head down and took a lick himself. Then he licked
it while the boy shit it out and it fell down between the
man's legs.
   "Damn, you guys are filthy!" the boy cried. "Can I get
fucked now?"
   "You just came," the boss remarked, climbing off the
desk.
   "Aw, you promised if I shit for the guy I'd get a good
fucking!"
   "Hey, squirt! We got droopy dicks right now. Alright,
alright."
   Without even covering himself, the boss stuck his head
out the door and yelled for the first exec he saw, motion-
ing him in.
   "Come on, get in here, Porter. Over there. Fuck the
kid, willya?!"
   "Damn, with pleasure!" He rushed over and dropped his
pants. His cock sprung up almost immediately and he aimed
it at the boy's ass. Looking down he froze, seeing the turd
on the floor.
   "Hey, what's that? Jeez, a turd? I almost stepped on
it! W-what's going on?"
   "Fuck me!" the kid urged.
   "Atkins, pick that turd up so the kid can get fucked."
   "Uh, yeah, yeah," he sat up, coming out of his stupor.
He lifted Porter's pants and picked up the turd from
between his ankles. Getting to his feet, he sniffed the
turd and made for the boss' private bathroom. Alone, he
snuck a few more licks then dropped it into the toilet and
flushed. Licking his fingers, he went back into the office.
Porter was fucking away and the kid was writhing in
pleasure.
   "OH YEAH, JAM THAT BIG LOG IN THERE!" the boy cried.
   "Mmm, YAH! GOOD FUCK! Hey, uh, I'm gettin' shit on my
dick. Damn, it's starting to stink!"
   "So what? Keep fucking me!"
   "Keep fucking him," the boss ordered, looking down at
the connection with amusement. "Fuck the shit out of him!"
   Porter did, soon finding the smell a minor irritant. He
creamed a load up the boy's ass, causing the kid to shoot
all over himself. "Jeez, you got a towel or something?"
Porter scowled, disengaging.
   Noticing that Atkins had another boner, the boss said,
"Just stick it in Atkins' mouth. He'll take care of it."
   "W-what?!!" he gasped. But before he knew what was
happening, his hips were twisted sideways and his dick was
being sucked! "Holy fuck! He's lickin' the kid's shit off
my cock! So that was it? Atkins is a shit lover?! Wow!"
   "You got it, Porter. And keep your mouth shut about
it."
   "Sure, boss. Anything you say. Clean that prick,
Atkins! Oooh, slurp that shit off. Lick it off my balls,
too!"
   "Hey, anybody gonna suck my ass?" the boy asked,
arrogantly.
   "You horny little snot!" the boss scowled at him.
"Swing it around this way...I'll suck it. Think I'll give
you a raise, too!"
   He licked the boy's shitty asshole and dug in for some
cream. Damn, it was nice being the boss!


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