Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2011 16:57:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 04

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

%

CoMPany payLoaD 04
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Erik shouted out with
condemnation. Hurriedly getting up from being hurled to the floor on his
ass, he first eyed the phone on his desk, then went for it, barking at the
same moment, "Wait till security gets here! I'll have you..." However,
Demont left him speechless as he held up the receiver of the corded phone,
detached, the curly cord hanging down.

The other part of the phone, used to dial out, became a part of his
aggressors hand, Demont stating, "Oh no you don't!"

Erik made a getaway to the closet, pulling the door closed. From the inside
he held rightly onto the knob with both hands. How he wished he'd insisted
on a locked one, when the plain one was delivered by mistake.

Laughing to himself, Demont spat into one hand, rubbed both hands together,
turned the knob with all his might, which moved easily and pulled the door
open with great suddenness.

"Fuck!" Rang out, the forty-six year old exec being literally pulled from
the closet. Making an about face, to keep tabs on his incarceration in his
own office with this maniac, it was too late to think.

"I will make you learn!"

"Ugh-h-h-h-h--h!" Erick held his stomach, falling over, dropping to his
knees. Gaining control, after about a minute, he saw a new threat in front
of him, Demont's size thirteen shoe. Foot lifted off the ground, menacingly
put in reverse. Trying to put him off guard, Erik asks, "Did my son put you
up to this?"

Saying, "I don't take questions. I only give answers!"

Never had Erik experienced the pain before, Demont's toe heaving into the
space between his thighs. Falling over backwards, he quickly protected
himself, rolling over on his stomach, clutching his sore cock and balls.

"Hmm, you make it easy for me!"

Too much in pain was Erik, he didn't get what Demont said. He didn't
realize where all this was being taken until he felt two hands, one
reaching to his sides, under his bod and working on his belt buckle.

"You would be smart to stay where you are!"

From the floor position, feeling his buckle go, the button on his pants,
the zipper, he knew Demont's objective. Looking under his desk, he spotted
a baseball bat, one of those acquired as a souvenir. A few months back he
had attended a Yankee's game, it being given to him as a souvenir by the
team, meeting each one in the locker room. However, right now he wasn't
into reminiscing about shirtless and brief-clad baseball players, more into
saving his life! When he felt the hands leave his bod, he went for it,
whipping around onto his back and swung at whatever target was in its wake,
but Demont had disappeared, him saying, "Where'd he go?"

"Miss me?" Demont says. "Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk... now is this nice?" he grabs
the small, two foot long bat right out of Erik's grip.

Right now Erik's attention on much more of a quest of survival, seeing
Demont in the buff, his long, half-soft schlong hanging down over the
biggest boiler-makers he's ever scene.

"That is okay. I forgive you and will continue to treat you `nice'!" A wide
grin followed.

Frozen in place, Erik didn't have a clue to what to do. His only option he
thought, was to play along until he could gain the upper hand and make a
run for it.

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Deja vu! At the same time his father was in agonizing fear for his life and
ass, Nolan's face show a little twist of humor at the lip.

Instead of dwelling on how Demont would have his way with his father, he
casually walked back to his office.

"Hey, excuse me?" A guy comes out of the duplicating center, "Do you have
any knowledge of how this copying machine goes?"

Well, after all, Nolan's purpose for walking the building had been to get
acquainted with the staff, so how could he possibly turn his back on an
employee in need? "What seems to be the trouble?" he enters the room.

Thinking they were alone, he hears from across the room, "That's Dougie for
ya, always screwing things up!"

Sitting there on a stool, Nolan answers arrogantly, "Why don't you get up
off of your fat ass and lend a hand!"

He never met Nolan before and assumed it the other way around. Picking his
fat ass up, he walks right over to him and gruffly says in his face,
"You're new here, aren't ya?" Not letting Nolan reply, he points the
finger, "Well you better learn, the copy center... this is my office and if
you choose to enter, you better behave yourself!"

Nolan had a nonviolent way of handling this, "Not now. Now you're working
in the maintenance division." He turns his back and goes to help Dougie.

"What tha fuck?" The guy shoots back with. "I've got seniority around
here!" Like it meant something! "And who are you anyway to threaten me?"

Swinging around, Nolan totally ignored the question, replying, "Tell you
what, you apologize to Dougie here and maybe I'll let you off the hook!"

He waited.  With heated temperament, "Who the hell are you? Who the fuckin'
hell are you," his finger went in Nolan's face for the second time, wagging
away, "coming in here and dictating orders like you own the place?"

Giggling, Nolan says, "The `owner' of the place?"

"Huh?" It didn't sink in with Aaron.

With Nolan on his side, he figured, Dougie was unafraid he wouldn't be
backed up, stepping right next to Nolan and saying, as he rubbed it in,
"Nice to meet you Mr. Harrellsson. I'm Doug McDougall."

As he accepts Dougie's token"I thought it was Dougie?"

"No," Doug sets it right, "it's Aaron," he gives Aaron the finger-pointing
back in face, "who calls me `Dougie' and only him. I hate the name!"

"Like it or not," Aaron gets his digs in, "you're stuck with it boy!"

"Aren't you forgetting something, Aaron?" picking up on the name given by
Doug. New job. New area of the company to work in, probably outdoors,
sweeping gutters, trimming bushes, moving heavy garbage cans around, for
starters?"

Forming in Aaron's mind too, was Jim, a guy he taunted about his peon job,
handling everybody else's shit, refuse.  Another aspect of all this, he
couldn't afford to leave this job. At thirty-six years old he was still
paying on his college loan, not to mention his maxed out credit cards, a
habit he developed, a liking for designer clothing. His lips bent out of
shape in a smirk, he replies with a very meek, "I'm sorry."

Said so fast, Nolan wasn't sure he got it. "You understand what he said?"
Nolan asks Doug.

"Not.. a.. word.." he replies, taking his time with the accentuation. Of
course, too, he was enjoying this immensely, day of reckoning for Aaron.

"I said it," Aaron claims in a pouty mannerism.

Nolan, folding his arms across his swanky suit jacket, says, "Maybe saying
your sorry isn't enough!"

"What are you driving at. You said..."

Doug just watched.

"I know what I said, but I don't think it's enough."

"What do you mean not enough?" Aaron replies, built in curiosity kicking
in.

Turning to Doug, Nolan inquires, "How long have you been employed here may
I ask?"

"Too long. About a year and it's been like hell working here with this," he
didn't dare say it before, but with confidence he gives Nolan gives his
honest opinion, "schmuck!"

"Well then," Nolan slaps his hands together in a clap, "there's only one
solution to you not being terminated from the company for being
insubordinate to an executive officer?"

"Terminated?" Aaron replies. Now he worried. How would he pay his bills
every month, even though he borrowed on one credit card to pay off another,
creating a downhill spire of debt?

"Doug?"

"Yeah?" Doug turned to Nolan.

"Go lock the door if you please?"

"What're you gonna do? You hit me and you'll be in big trouble. I'll see to
it," Aaron boldly states, reverting to his rough character rendition.

"Hit you? Why I'm nonviolent, environmental friendly and all that other
peaceful jazz. No," he says after Doug has locked the door, "I think Doug
here is deserving of..." he pauses because he knows a period of silence
will put Aaron on the edge, "a blowjob?"

"A what? I ain't giving no fairy a blowjob!"

"Aaron Kline, right?"

"Huh?" is all Aaron says.

"Read it on your profile, the main computer. Anyhow, I understand you were
interviewed by my father, Erik Harrellsson and when asked `why' you had an
interest in joining the workforce was solely to pay off some hefty bills?
Me? I would have turned you down, sent you packing before you even
unpacked."

Nervously, Aaron lets the steam escape from his collar as he nervously
asks, "So what's your point?"

"Tell me, Aaron," Nolan starts his belittlement, "do you still give my
father as good a blowjob as your interview?"

He was floored. Nobody was in his employer's office the day of his
interview except the two. There were no witnesses to Aaron accepting a job,
whereas there were no other available, as he took off his sports jacket and
loosened his tie. He can remember it as if yesterday and not `years' ago,
Nolan's father commanding him to strip slowly for him. In his mind, as
Harrellsson came around the desk, he opened his zipper and unleashed his
suck-toy.

"Well, what's your decision?" Nolan smiled, knowing Aaron didn't want to
shame himself, especially in front of the owner of the company, but at the
same time, sensed something quite different, with the thirty-six year old
licking his lips. "I do believe he's going to go for it!" He looked to
Doug.

"What?" Doug replies, not getting it.

"He can't... well he could suck you through your pants, but I think you
would feel more a thrill, tongue on cock?"

Changing to Superman, like Clark Kent, Aaron became humbled to see what he
had to suck on, knowing, since Doug was a little wimp, it would reflect on
his genitals.  "Oh shit!" Aaron replies, his eyes white in their sockets.

Curious as hell, Nolan too watched Doug pulling his massive tool out of his
briefs.

"Daymn! It's bigger than your old man's!" Aaron states with exclamation.

Nolan couldn't keep his cool, laughing when Aaron bends to his knees and
says, "Hey, let me give you a hand with that!"

"Do you like taking it up the ass too?" Nolan says, the sound of his belt
buckle clinking, drawing attention.

"Whatever," Aaron replies, taking Doug's pants down, then his briefs,
watching everything fall into place.

By this time, Nolan has his pants split open and is stroking.

Over his lifetime, Doug has often seen, heard trainers give their commands
to a dog, begging for a bone or toy. Thinking it a novel idea, he backs
away when Aaron goes to hold his cock, "No, beg for it!"

"Hey, you're lucky I'm here on my knees doing you at all!"

It was turning Nolan on, this quiet, soft spoken individual, Doug,
switching off the old and clothing his vocabulary with the new. It only
served to make his cock pulse, firming it up some more. He shares new
information made up on the spot, "I wouldn't take that from `my' new
cock-slave!"

Doug liked the sound of it, thinking it, `cock-slave', but especially
turned on with the guy who bugged and bullied him every day for the past
three years, was being handed over to him like a worker at the burger farm,
forking a meal over the counter.

"What should I do?"

"I dunno," then the next thing to pop into Nolan's creative mind, "slap him
around!"

"Hey guys," Aaron returns to his usual self, falling backwards onto his
hands, turning his bod inside out, chest facing the ceiling, "a blowjob is
one thing, but..."

Nolan wasn't as surprised as Aaron, Doug taking the liberty to punish,
pulling his foot back and like doing a karate move, hauls it towards Aaron,
making the zipper his target!

"Whoa! Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho," Aaron cries out in pain, collapsing onto his
back, his knees still up, but instantly going down as he grabs his jewels
with both hands and turns over onto his stomach. "Oh fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck!"
he curses, the pain unbearable.

"Good move," Nolan replies, smiling like Doug had just told a joke, "I like
it!"

For Doug, he sensed remorse, "I can't believe I kicked a guy in the nuts!"

"On the contrary," Nolan still in a happy manner as Aaron writhes on the
floor, "keep thinking up strategies like this and you'll be a board member
in no time."

"Really?" Doug asks with all sincerity.

Patting him on the back, Nolan began stuffing himself back into his briefs.

"Stick with it."

"You're not leaving are you?" he poses to Nolan.

"I've got business to attend to, but you take care and continue to have fun
with your," and Nolan raises his voice, "`new cock-slave'!"

A little frantic, Doug says, "But Aaron's going to get up and beat the shit
out of me!"

"Not if you do it first!" Looking around the room, Nolan's attention falls
on the electrical outlet of one of the copiers, the one Doug complained
about. Taking it out of the socket, he rips it out from the machine,
joking, "No wonder it didn't work!"

Still tainted with fear of reprisal, Doug takes a momentary lapse and
giggles.

"Somebody should replace these pieces of garbage," Nolan says, crossing the
room to where Aaron is still trying to recover. Pulling one of Aaron's
hands to his back, since he was still on his stomach, he ties the cord
around it, joining the other wrist.

"Aren't we going to get into trouble doing this?" Doug asks.

"Nah. I think with your expertise you'll have Aaron here eating out of your
hand. And oh," he flips Aaron over.

The light hitting his face sort of brought Aaron out of la-la-land, him
saying, "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Not what I'm gonna do to you, you mean what your new master is going to do
to you?"

"Master?" both Aaron and Doug declared at the same time.

He winked at Doug, "Sure. Lowly boy Aaron here being turned into a
cock-sucker, not to mention hole for drilling, guided by the swift hand of
Master Doug," he paints the scenario.

"Master Doug?" Doug says lightheartedly. "Sounds nice."

"Fuck you!" Aaron replies arrogantly. "I'm not calling you any `master'
name!"

"And," Nolan says, commanding Aaron's belt, "if he doesn't do exactly what
you want, you," he sets the belt down next to Aaron, squats down, "you do
something like this!"

Aaron complained of his Ralph Lauren dress shirt being torn from top to
bottom and yanked out of his pants, "That's a fuckin' hundred and
sixty-five dollar shirt you're tearing to shreds!"

Nolan jokes as he bares Aaron's front, tearing through the Boss tee shirt
as well, "Man did you get ripped off. This shirt tore like my cleaning
lady's dust rag! Cheap!"

With fear dissipating, because of Nolan's hardy laughter, Doug speaks out,
"What are you going to do?"

"Show this boy some respect."

Getting over the designer shirt, Aaron says, "You better not lay a hand on
me!"

Ignoring Aaron, "How do I do that?" Doug replies.

"Like this!" Nolan says, a slight giggle in his throat, but much more
action happening down below.

While on the job, Doug, from out in the boondocks, had picked up some cool
phrases from Aaron, at least getting some benefits from the job, saying,
"Daymn!"

After Nolan has slapped the buckle-free end of the belt harshly over
Aaron's left nip, causing him to howl in pain, he instructs Doug, "At the
same time, giving him a little rub down here!"

Doug leans over Nolan's shoulder to watch him administer some massaging to
his victim's covered up crotch.

"Then if he doesn't behave, you do it again!"

"No! No! Owooh-h-h-h-h!" they get the same reaction, a slapping sound heard
when the belt quickly slaps against the other pec spot.

Doug honestly questions, like at a seminar, "How do you know you're hitting
his nip? There's like `so' much hair?"

Aaron begs, "No guys. C'mon. That's enough."

Nolan asks Doug, "You like hairy guys?"

"Not really, except for a nice, defined treasure trail?"

"I like when a man speaks his mind of what he wants. If you don't like
it.... shave it!"

Nolan standing, Aaron kept up the badgering, squirming on the floor.

"You're not leaving are you?"

"Why? You don't think you have the situation under control?"

With Aaron's words falling on deaf ears, Doug replies, "I'm not sure what
to do without you here?"

Folding his arms across his middle, Nolan asks, "What's your main objective
here?"

His eyes rolling around in his sockets, Doug comes up with, "Suck cock?"

"Right. Smart answer and to do it, you need to skip to page two..."

Doug couldn't guess this one, his face as well as silence showing it.

"Training?"

"Okay, so cock-sucking... I..."

"Sorry, but you're going to have to sit on all the fuzz until we can do
something about that black forest."

Working out the puzzle in his head, it dawned on Doug, "You mean sitting on
his chest?"

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Going over to Aaron, he suddenly calms down to
silence.

"What are you gonna do?" he questions as Nolan starts fidgeting with his
shoe.

"Insurance!"

"Hey, those are my Lobb $1200 dress shoes!" Aaron complains.

"Oh goody," Nolan jokes, "I love quality laces!"

"Oh no! C'mon," Aaron pleads.

Nolan showing no respect for Aaron's wishes whatsoever, unbuttons the top
of Aaron's dress pants, asking, "How much did you pay for these Lauren
pants?"

Just knowing Nolan was up to no good, Aaron pleads, "No! Please!"

"He didn't answer you," Doug says.

"Good point," Nolan selects a finger to enunciate his answer. "Told you,
you provide crackerjack answers like this and you'll be headed up the totem
pole."

Doug teases, "Until I get to you?"

"I like a little competition now and then!" He looked straight to Doug's
crotch!

Going back to work, Nolan whistled a tune, covering up some of Aaron's
protests.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" he cried out, looking down his forested bod,
watching as well as hearing Nolan rip his zipper apart instead of gently
pulling it down the civil way.

"Sure makes a lot of noise, doesn't he?"

"Oh yeah," Doug agrees. Tossing his thumb over his shoulder, "won't
somebody hear?"

"Take your briefs off!"

Right now, Doug acted like a slave to Nolan's instruction, not thinking
twice now as he let his balls swing free in the copy room air.

Nolan quips, "Mm-m-m, might want a sampling someday for myself... after you
rock the boat and throw me overboard?"

It wasn't anything to figure out, Nolan not minding a challenge in a young
man's race to the top.

"See this?"

For a change, Aaron was silent after his tired out phrase, "What're you
gonna do?"

Totally ignoring, Nolan says, "You make a little noose out of the
shoelace... god I love these thin ones... and then stuff his balls inside
the loop..."

"Hey!" Aaron shouted out, making Doug jump back.

Nolan says cool, calm and collectively, "Got those briefs off yet?"

"Right here," Doug replies, his briefs hanging from a finger.

Smirking, Nolan says, "C'mon Doug."

"What?" he innocently replies.

Grabbing them from Doug's hand, Nolan says as he proceeds to stuff them
into Aaron's mouth, having to force his molars open, same time giving Doug
a lesson on how to control an ornery cock-slave.

In seconds, Aaron is yelling his head off as a result of Nolan's implement
for doing so, a slight yanking of the shoelace, mouth in the perfect
position for stuffing, forcing it in, simultaneously exercising his other
hand on the drawstring around tightly clinched balls!

"Oh my god!" Doug exclaims. Seeing it drew muffled tones from Aaron, he
says, "I guess that shut him up! What next?"

"Your choice. Of course you'll have to pull your briefs out of his mouth to
force your... by the way I have to say, that's a mighty handsome looking
derringer you've got there!"

"Derringer!" Doug laughs.

"And I'm sure," Nolan makes fun of his balls, "with those hefty ballsacs
you'll have quite a creamy treat to flood your cock-slaves stomach!"

Ballsacs he knew the meaning and the talk of all this was making Doug horny
as hell, him doing the natural thing, feeling himself up. "I think I'm
enjoying this."

"Good!" Nolan says, getting up and slapping his hands together. "I hope you
don't have any plans for tonight?"

"TV dinner in the microwave, then sitting in front of the computer, winding
up in front of the plasma screen."

"I'm about to make your life exciting." Looking over to the `mummy', all
trussed up and gagged, Nolan says, "On second thought, leave him bound like
this until we get off work."

"That's like four hours."

Nolan corrects him, "Three. From now on your shift ends at five, instead of
six!"

"Thanks," Doug replies.

Fixing himself up a bit, Nolan fills him in, "Don't make him come if you
can. We'll want our cock-slave in prime condition for tonight."

"Where are we going?"

"My secret," he says, going for the doorknob, realizing it's locked,
unlocking it and half in, half out, "Oh by the way, two things..."

Commanding Doug's attention he stands nearly at attention.

"Before we depart later, strip off Aaron's Rufskin briefs. Consider it a
present from him to you?"

"Nice present!" He is about to close the door, Doug calling, "What about
the second thing?"

Smiling, Nolan replies, "Congratulations on your new job, assistant to the
office manager. From now on you will report to Yalin Tarazi, in the
executive suite."

"Executive?"

"In title, not yet, but I'm sure you'll work on it!"

"Executive? Wow!"

Soon, the mumbling sound on the floor drew Doug back to the matter at
hand. He pondered his approach for a moment, coming up with, if he acted
like a wimp, not that he was one, it would forever brand him. On the other
foot, if he came at Aaron with a vengeance, showed him how tough he could
be... like time ticking, his balls began churning along with the excitement
and he found his cock showing a renewed yearning to be sucked!

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Walking back to office, right past the elevator, the doors open, Demont
exiting into the hallway.

"That was quick!"

"Doesn't take long to break a man with this," Demont taps his hand on his
crotch.

"Nice and tight, huh?"

"Yes. How did you know?" it's asked with inquisitiveness, Demont placing a
hand on one hip and pivoting his bod.

Nolan shortened his story, telling of being tied to his father's bed and
orally being worked over. Included, was the only anal action, his father
sitting on is teen cock and working his bod up and down like the wringer of
a washing machine.

With not a good word said, Demont replies, "That fuckin' bitch! He'll
pay... he'll pay!"

"Now Demont," Nolan casually places a cordial hand to his shoulder, "I've
put this all behind me. Important thing now is to forget about what I've
told you and concentrate on the here and now. Did you make sure he got the
card?"

His cock stirred, thinking of minutes ago, pulling his plunger out, picking
up his father's briefs and cleaning off the juices, then remembering to
place the card right in front of Erick's taunted face, "Right in front of
his nose. I did like you told me, nine tonight!"

"And no other further words?"

With an evil giggle, Demont replies, "On no. I can't wait till he walks
into pub and is sent downstairs to the dungeon. Can you picture it?"

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However, as Erick `tried' to stand, falling back over his desk, he grumbled
out words of hate and revenge. The one thing Demont and Nolan hadn't
planned on, was his father fully recognizing the address on the card, even
though void of the naming. He said, trying to upright himself, this time
letting out a growl, means to overcome the effects of his swollen ass ring,
saying out loud, "You think you have me, do you? Guess again!"

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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee

`CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
prior consent from the author.

"The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... spread happiness!" TCMcP