Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2019 17:09:32 +0300 From: Boo Jum Subject: Company Retreat Chapter 03 This is part 3 of my story "Company Retreat". It's my first time writing for a site like this, so please be patient with me. This is a work of fiction. Some of the situations and people are based on personal experience, or things I heard from friends. But by and large it is all my fantasies. Any comments or criticisms or suggestions would be welcome. I can be contacted at boojum64@gmail.com. I am grateful to nifty.org for hosting my story. If you enjoyed reading my stories, please show your appreciation by donating to the site: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The final night of the retreat Alex suggested that we go out, just the two of us, to a restaurant nearby. "I read up on TripAdvisor, and this place got very good reviews." He said diffidently. I was quite surprised by the suggestion. My initial impression had been that he's not very interested in any interaction with me that doesn't involve getting his cock serviced. But I went along. The place he'd chosen was within walking distance, and the sun was just setting as we left the hotel. The couple of conversational gambits that I tried were greeted with monosyllabic answers, bearing out my initial impression , so most of the way we walked in silence. I was already beginning to regret my decision. About half way to the restaurant Alex suddenly turned aside. "I need to pee" he said, and went into a public toilet. I didn't need to pee, but I followed him inside, and stood next to him at the urinal. Of course he noticed me checking him out, I was quite blatant about it. "What you looking at?" He was half laughing. "I love watching guys pee, it's very sexy" I replied. "It's just an excuse to check out my cock again, you little cockslut" he laughed. I watched him pee a long, strong stream, and as he shook his cock off I could see it getting hard. I stared at it, feeling my own cock getting hard as well. Without a word he turned and went into one of the cubicles, and motioned me to follow. I knelt in front of him, and he shoved his cock into my mouth. It tasted very faintly of his piss. By now I have learned how he likes me to suck his cock, so I take it as deep as I can, fast and hard. He stood there not moving, and allowed me to essentially fuck my own mouth till he came. He was obviously horny, because he came quite quickly. We continued to the restaurant, and had a pleasant meal. After getting his cock sucked Alex was more relaxed and communicative, and we chatted quite freely. After the meal he suggested that we go to a club. I was expecting something noisy and smoke- filled, but we ended up at a very pleasant jazz club, where they had a quartet playing jazz standards. At the end of the evening I was quite surprised to discover that it had been a very enjoyable outing. We walked back to the hotel at a leisurely pace, still chatting in a friendly manner. Once we got back to the room that changed. I was undressing for a shower when Alex came up behind me quite unexpectedly and threw me face down on the bed. I tried to roll on my side, but he mounted me and pinned me down. I squirmed underneath him, feeling his body pressed against mine, his erect cock grinding against my arse. I began to feel aroused myself, and I struggled less. Getting fucked while lying on my stomach is my least favorite position, but if that's what Alex wants I'll cooperate. He removed his belt and used it to tie my hands behind me. This was taking a turn that I hadn't foreseen, and I opened my mouth to protest. But before I could get out more than a couple of syllables, he shoved a pair of his underpants into my mouth, gagging me. They are the underpants he wore all day, I realize, I can smell his body odor on them. I felt his fingers scrabbling over my arse, then he gripped the cloth and ripped the back of my underpants, exposing my arse. With his knee he forced my thighs apart and got between my legs. I felt his fist, gripping his cock, and moving it into position at the opening of my sphincter, and then he shoved it in and began fucking me hard. I gasped and moaned with the pain, squirming and struggling, but that only aroused him more, and he fucked me harder. With every thrust my head bobbed up and my feet scrabbled for purchase on the bed as I tried to get away from the battering that my arse was getting. But his full weight was on top of me, pinning me down, his every thrust knocked the breath out of me. After fucking me in this position for quite some time he reared up on his knees and pulled my hips upwards toward him. With my hands tied behind my back and my face buried in the blankets I was powerless to resist. He resumed fucking me in this position, grinding his hips against my arse with every thrust. I was moaning softly into the gag, my nostrils full of the musky and slightly rank smell of his underpants. Just as it seemed he would never stop he suddenly pulled his cock out of my arse, and my hole twinged in relief. But he didn't let me rest. He stood up on the bed in front of me and told me to suck his cock. I got up on my knees and he removed the gag from my mouth so I could work on his cock. I could taste my arsehole on his cock as I took it as deep as I can, and sucked it, with as much saliva as I could muster. He held my head and fucked my face. When I got a chance I glanced up and saw him looking over to the side at the mirror. He is watching himself in the mirror as he fucked my face. He took his time with my mouth switching from fast hard fucking to slow and deep and then back. There is a trail of drool running down from his balls onto the bed, and then he pulls his cock out of my mouth and crosses over to the corner where there is a chair with some of his clothing strewn across it. He sits on the chair, legs stretched out in front of him and says "Come over here." I get up with difficulty, my hands still tied behind my back, and cross over to him. He is holding his cock in his fist, as he masturbates, his foreskin going back and forth. "Sit on it!" He commands. I straddle him and sit on his cock, feeling it going into my arse. His cock is slick with my saliva and it goes in easily as he pulls me down onto him. I buck up and down and ride his cock, as he bucks underneath me. He throws his head back and the muscles in his neck stand out as he strains, and then he gives a half moan and pulls me down as he thrusts up into me, filling me with his sperm as he orgasms wildly. I dismount and without being told I kneel down and take his cock into my mouth, cleaning it off. He pats me on the head and says "Good work." I beam with the compliment. He got up and crossed the room to where he had thrown his clothes, and began rummaging through his pockets. "Errr.... wanna untie me?" I ask hesitantly. I'm still on my knees in front of the chair. He ignored me, and took his cigarettes and lighter. Then he went out to the balcony and set down and lit a cigarette. I remained on my knees, hands still tied behind my back. When he'd finished his smoke he came back in and walked right past me, ignoring me, to the bathroom. When he finally came out of the bathroom, after a long, leisurely shower he seemed pleased to see me still on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. "You are an obedient little slave, aren't you" he remarked, as he untied me. "That's what I like about you." He got into bed, and left me to have my shower. The final morning there's a bus hired to take us all to the airport. As I took my things to go down to the bus, Alex surprised me by grabbing me hard and throwing me against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, pinning me there, and for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he put his forearm across my throat and said savagely "Just remember! You're *mine* now! *My* slave! You do what I tell you, no matter what. No more fucking around with other guys unless I permit you to. Understand!?" "Y-Yes" I stammered. His free hand darted down and grabbed my cock and balls, and he squeezed. I winced in pain. "And don't fucking touch this if you know what's good for you!" "Yes, of course-" my voice dried up, and I flinched as he moved his face towards mine. He looked savage and scary. He looked into my eyes, and then he released me and stepped away. He gave me that sad, sweet smile, and I wondered how many girls had fallen into those green eyes and not been able to climb out. For that matter, how many guys had there been? "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. It'll be fun, you'll see. I know what you need." That was ten days ago, and since then I've had no contact with him. Oh, I've seen him at the office, and each time I got a cheery greeting and a smile. But he was either busy or not alone. Truthfully, the first couple of days it was actually a relief. After the hard pounding I'd endured during the retreat, my arse and throat we're happy to get some rest. But beyond that it started to go downhill. I missed the sex with him, I missed his easy masculinity and sexy body. All I had were my memories of the sex we'd had, and more than once I found myself stroking my cock and reliving the experience, but not being able to have an orgasm was really tough. Tougher than I would have thought. I was forbidden to have any sex, to the disappointment of my regular fuck buddies, who were not very happy to be cut off so peremptorily, and I didn't even have the luxury of my daily morning jerkoff. The last couple of days have deteriorated to the point of desperation. Ten days with no sex is, as one of my friends pointed out, almost a personal record for me, and I was feeling tense. I really longed for some release. But more than that was the feeling of hurt. Alex was effectively ignoring me, and I couldn't help wondering if I was a fool to continue waiting. Had he decided that he's not interested? It's one thing when you're away on vacation, but maybe he came to his senses once he was back home. I made up every excuse I could to see Alex. I went out of my way to walk past his desk, even made up work related questions I had to ask him or his department, just to get close to him, but he seemed oblivious. Over the next week I slowly resigned myself to the fact that it was over. For whatever reasons, Alex just wasn't interested. I felt kind of betrayed and hurt, but I also felt kind of angry. The very least he could have done was let me know. It's now been two weeks since we returned from the trip. It's late afternoon, just before the weekend. Almost everyone went home early, to get a good start on the weekend, and the office is almost deserted. I've just decided to call it a day, when I get a text message on my phone: "Hi". I don't recognize the number, but it's happened before that I've given my number to a guy who suddenly remembered months later to try contact me, so I decided to answer. "Hi" I write back. For a couple of minutes nothing, and then: "Wanna watch me pee again?" Suddenly my mouth is dry, my heart is pounding. Alex. My first thought is to tell him to go to hell, but I'm so happy that he has finally contacted me that I just answer "Yes ". Within instants comes the reply. "Men's toilet, second floor." I go over there as quickly as I can. Alex is in one of the cubicles, and I follow him inside. He already has his belt unbuckled and has opened his trousers, his beautiful cock hanging free. I kneel down next to him and feast my eyes on his cock. He retracts his foreskin a bit so the glans is exposed. His piss slit dilates a bit as his flow starts, and he says to me "Taste it". I open my mouth and move forward when with no warning he shoves his cock deep into my mouth. I almost choke on his stream of piss, but he's holding my head and I have little choice. I manage to swallow with difficulty as he pees straight into my throat. When his flow finally trickles to a stop he releases my head, and I look up at him. My eyes are watering, and I'm panting from the effort. His cock is semi erect, so I guess he enjoyed it. "I want you to do that every day. Think you can handle it?" "I-I don't know. I've never done that on a regular basis". I stammer "Well, we'll give it a go. Want to suck it now?" In response I lean forward and take his half erect cock into my mouth and begin working on it. Initially he just stands there and lets me do all the work, but after a couple of minutes he grabs my head and begins moving it up and down at the speed and rhythm that he likes. I gag and choke a bit, and he eases up for a minute to allow me to adjust, then resumes using my mouth like a masturbatory aid. When he feels that he is close to coming he pulls it out. I obediently open my mouth and put my tongue out, and he I ejaculates onto my face and tongue. I swallow what I can and then put my tongue out again. He wipes the final drops from his cock onto my tongue, and then tucks it back into his jeans and says "You did well. I'm going for a smoke. Come join me". We exit the building and stand in the smokers corner. We are the only ones around. We stand there chatting for a couple of minutes. "I almost gave up on you." I say. He gives me that sad smile, and in that moment I forgive him. "I'm sorry. I've been a bit busy the last couple of weeks." He says. "I wanted to take you aside and explain, but there was never an opportunity. Either I couldn't get you alone or one of us was too busy. But now I am free, and it will be easier to play" "Ok." I say. "So. Have you been behaving yourself?" "Er, yes" I reply. "Get some rest over the weekend. We'll continue next week". He stubs out his cigarette and discards the butt, then walks away, leaving me feeling happy and pleased that Alex is satisfied.