Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 10:29:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 05

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
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with your local laws regarding such.

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

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CoMPany payLoaD 05
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Walking down the hallway, all Demont could brag about was how he was going
treat Nolan's father tonight, making sure he worked in some rough
treatment, revenge for the father's part in the forced-fucking, his son
fucking him, in the teen years, other aspects of the abnormal introduction
to the gay lifestyle, "Yes!" he finalized his thoughts, rubbing both hands
together, "`Going to start out with the small buttplug and slowly work up
to the large, then he gets the largest one shoved in till yo cain't see it
no maw!" he again patted his lower basket.

With no regrets, Nolan says in a jovial manner, "I would rather think you
start out with the biggest and work up to the bigger?"

"Good idea!" Demont replies with vigor and vengeance. He can only picture,
the orange cone left by maintenance to warn of the slick floor, sitting
there, waiting to be plucked up by someone's hand.

When he lifts it, Nolan says, "I wish I could be there to watch!"

Demont, "You're going to miss the breaking of my new slave?"

"Sorry. Got a dinner date."

"No problem," Demont replies, "I will have a dvd made up for you."

His favorite phrase resounded, "You keep thinking like that Demont and
you'll find yourself on top of the corporate ladder!"

Demont replies, as if he's just entered a man's ass, "Nice. I've always
dreamed of being head of security?"

With decisiveness, "No promises, but I will certainly take it into
consideration."

They were interrupted, Nolan's cell phone vibrating in his pocket. "Excuse
me a moment Demont." Five seconds later he hears Nolan exclaim, "He what?"

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"Hmm, seems to me you've done this before," Doug says, after feeling the
effects of Aaron's blowjob. While fully inserted in his bound captive's
orifice, he pulls out a little so Aaron's tongue can circle the hard shaft,
round and round.

Of course he couldn't answer until he pulled out. "What was the question?"
Aaron avoided it.

"You know what it was!" Doug replied, giving the lace a yank.

"Ow-w-oh-oh-oh-it was the old man, Harrellssohn."

Allowing the lace to go slack, Doug stopped smiling, next asking, "And who
else?" He put on a little pressure.

Figuring Dougie held the cards, `for now', Aaron sensed his tormentor would
have no inhibitions to pulling the shoe lace over his shoulder, if he had
to, to get every last piece of information. He rattled off, "Corin in the
secretarial pool? Bobby, mailroom? James, landscaping?" He stopped there.

Another tug, not too harsh, but as a reminder, "And who else."

"That's it! I swear!"

"Y'know?" Doug says, standing, his fully engourged 8c hanging down,
cushioned by his big balls, looks down upon his captive, "I don't think I'm
interested in wasting my tasty, creamy load on you after all."

If he wasn't going to complete the suck-off, Aaron wondered what else was
in store for him, "What're you gonna do to me?"

"Nothing!" Doug stuffs himself back into his briefs, pulls the flaps of his
pants together and zips up.

Aaron couldn't believe his ears.

Looking towards Aaron's very dark red balls, he bends over, takes the lace
and gives it a hefty yank, "Except this!" He plugs up Aaron's screaming
mouth with his day old briefs, walking away wearing the Rufskins.

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"Problem?"

"For you and me both," Nolan replies.

Looking for explanation, Demont's face showed wonderment.

"That was security. You know I have my father's office bugged?"

"Smart move, but I had ripped his phone cord out?"

"He used the phone in Yalin's office... former office. Anyhow, in his phone
conversation, which he made to an airline, he chartered the next flight
out, Europe."

"He's skipping out on me?" All Demont could think off, "Now what am I going
to do for entertainment tonight?"

"Oh there you are!"

Glancing at the dude who just walked off the elevator, Nolan asks him, "You
take care of business already, Doug?"

Smiling, it would seem, but more proud of himself, he replies, "I didn't
feel like wasting my precious cream on a dirtbag!" With more moxy, Doug
felt good saying the extraordinary phrase, out of place in his past
vocabulary.

Staring at Doug, walking their way, Demont mentions, "Looks like a real
wimp to me!"

Nolan cautions, "If you don't want to be wearing your balls around your
neck you better keep a civil tongue, Demont!"

In a pompous manner, Demont replies, "I would have never guessed!" His
mouth hangs open in comical `O'.

"Sorry," Doug replies to Nolan. Of course he's eyeing up the big galoot
standing next to him.

"Suit yourself. I wasn't pressuring you to do anything, but... hmm..."
Nolan shifts his attention from Doug to Demont, saying, "Demont," he
reaches up and tags the six-foot-four's shoulder, "y'know, maybe you'll get
in some fun at the dungeon tonight after all!"

As he leads Demont in the direction from which Doug came, Doug yells down
the hall, "What do you want `me' to do?"

Not even looking, Nolan shouts back, "Report to Yalin in the executive
office."

Right away Doug's eyes light up, mouthing, `Wow! Executive!'

Passing by a closet, someone steps out and looking at who it is, says,
"Hey, what's up? Aren't you the wimp from the copying center?"

Maybe he wasn't too sure of the name, but Doug knew him and with inside
information provided by Aaron, Doug says cunningly, "Wanna suck my cock?"

"I'll drive mine in where it hurts, if you step in here?"

With renewed vigor, instilled by Nolan's words and actions, he
accepted. Normally he would hurry down the hallway, most likely seeking a
stairway and dodge anyone who bullied him in this manner. Instead he play
up to Corin, "I hear you have a nice, fat cock to suck?"

Thinking he had it in the bag, he leads Doug in. The place stunk of semen
and right away, knew what had just taken place, only the details or the
other guy's identity missing.

"Only one way of telling, isn't it?" With precision, from habitually baring
his pubes, in no time Corin has his belt unbuckled, button unfastened and
zipper parted. Fishing out his big one, even though flaccid as hell.

Not only is Doug mesmerized by the size, but all that reddish-blond hair!
"Wow! That sure is big!" he fakes his approach to further convince Corin
he's a submissive bottom. Same time he's looking around the room for a
device much like Nolan has removed from the copy machine.

"It's all yours, but why don't you get out of those geeky clothes for me
first?"

"Sure! I will if you will?"

Corin, very much the dominant in both the workplace and private, he didn't
cater much to Doug giving an order, but turned on so much by bowing to his
demands, he thought no harm, "Yeah. Sure."

Doug thought it was cool, having a tough guy like Corin give in to his
order.

Both stripping, Corin watched Doug like a hawk, seeing what `the wimp' had
under all those rags. He's amazed, for a wimp that is, "Rufskin? You're
freakin' kidding!"

Having the last laugh, silent one, Doug watches as he strips down the black
leather briefs. He even makes comment, "Looks like you and me are about the
same, huh Cornwin?"

"It's Corin and don't get so wise wimp! Soon enough your nose will be
buried in my crotch and then we'll see who is bigger!"

To no avail, Doug hadn't seen anything which resembled the cord Nolan had
stripped from the copy machine. The only means of fastening, was a
cardboard tray of duct tape. He realizes it's `do or die', taking the upper
hand or submitting to Corin. Taking the first option, as Corin nears him,
he kicks his foot forward.

Being a little off center, his foot doesn't pack the punch he intended, but
his shin sufficed in putting Corin down, impact to the middle-thigh region,
him falling right to his knees. As Nolan had tutored him, he quickly got
behind Corin, pushing him over on his stomach. With haste he brought one
wrist behind his back and like a guy in the mailroom, wrapping it round and
round a box. When Corin started getting up on one hand, he yelled, "Oh
shit!" With fast action he fell over on Corin, knocking the wind out of him
as he flatlined on the floor, grabbing his other wrist. In no time he
half-hogtied the big meany.

"Hey! What the fuck you doing, wimp?"

All Doug could think of is joy in doing what Nolan had succeeded to do,
making his assailant immobilized. As he thought before with split-second
accuracy, grabbing the duct tape and binding Corin's arms behind his back,
he gloated as he look down at Corin, studying the fine fibers of his
prisoner's ass, "Hey, by any chance have you ever been fucked Cornwin?"

"Oh no you don't.... Oh no no you don't," Corin warns, "You keep away..."

As Corin tried to rotate his bod so he leaned on one side, Doug smiles with
glee as he controls the situation, "Oh no you don't!" He plays on Corin's
words. Hearing this from some porn dvd he watched, he says, "You're `mine'
now!"

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"What's this piece of shit?" Demont asks, looking over Aaron, lying on his
stomach, cord bound around his wrists.

Turning him over, Aaron mumbles, Doug's brief plugging his mouth.

Nolan replies, "Do you think you could have some fun with him tonight?"

Reaching down, grabbing the shoelace, he gives it a pull. With reaction, he
replies, "Hell yeah!"

Seeing the condition of Aaron's tautly tied balls, both sacs inside his own
shoelace, Nolan remarks, "Maybe you better loosen it. His balls look like
they are turning a little blue?"

"Hell, I'll fuckin' hang him up by his balls tonight!"

Nolan smiles, Demont licking his lips as if a strawberry cheesecake right
in front of his face. Quoting a Shakespearean title, "Have fun with taming
of the shrew!"

With the door closed, Demont reaches down to the floor and little effort
turns Aaron over. "Nice!" he exclaims, seeing his ass, black hair filling
the crack. "Hair," he philosophizes, "makes a hard fucking nice and
slickery!"

Laughing, it was no laughing matter for Aaron. Sure, he made his rounds,
gulping down buckets of cum during his `busy' day, but only one guy could
deliver two loads, one after the other. Unfortunately for him, Demont would
keep him from forever getting fucked by Corin again!

"C'mon bitch! Time to bust that ass wide open!"  Using his long arm to wipe
all the remnants of neatly stacked papers off the table, scattering all
over, he literally threw Aaron faced down on the table.

If he didn't lift his chin, it would have thundered against the
surface. Still, his tethered balls and cock made a forced landing, crushed
beneath his own bod and table, making him wince as pain made him react.

As with the door in Erick's office, Demont spat in one hand, but instead of
passing it between palms, grabbed up his meat and began forming it into a
mighty tool of torment.

"Oh shit!" Aaron says to himself, catching a quick glance over his
shoulder, pleading, "C'mon man.... Ak-k-k-k-k!"

After his palm left a red handprint on Aaron's asscheek, Demont informs
him, "That will be Sir... and in a few minutes you will address me as
Master Demont!"

Another curse left Aaron in qualms, looking over his shoulder at the
biggest, round and long cock he's ever scene, except in porn material. Here
it was, though, in the flesh, in Demont's hand, expanding with each rub on
his hand. "Oh shit!" he again voiced opinion, which didn't soothe him. All
he could do is compare it with Corin's 8.5c and even though it was lenthy,
it lacked circumference.

Between saliva and sweat, Demont had Aaron all lubed up and ready for
morphin time, ready to pierce his outer ring and drive him like a steed,
the bull taking over and dominating.

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Even with confidence, Doug was not as confident as Nolan, not sure if he
should fuck Corin or not. He did think it was fun to squeeze the
twenty-four year olds ball to fill his mouth with Corin's own briefs. At
least he had gotten this far. However he hesitated, even though his Rufskin
was holding up his cock and balls, bringing them tightly in to his crotch,
making them look larger than life. With mumbling and pleasing, he looked
around for an alternative, something perhaps to replicate a dildo or
buttplug. A devilly-good idea came to him. Wouldn't it be fun it Corin was
`found' like this? Or, if he happened to get loose, wouldn't it be fun if
he had to run through the hallway with perhaps a sheet of paper acting as a
fig leaf? Laughing, he gathered up all of Corin's clothing, except the
briefs. Leaving, he remarks, "Uh, I hope you find what you came for!"

Leaving the closet, he physically ran into Hector.

"Hey, you see my boss?" he asks. Asking, he's peering down at the wardrobe,
pants, socks, shoes, a bunched up shirt and tie, in Doug's possession.

"Maybe," Doug replies, almost unable to contain himself, ready to burst out
in excited laughter at the prospects of putting it over on Corin.

"Y'know?" Hector asks, placing his left elbow in the palm of his right
hand, his hand rustling his goatee, "I could swear Corin has the `same'
shirt and tie?"

Standing there, Doug is not really sure now. Is Hector asking him, because
he is insinuating something, something maybe dastardly going down?

Relieved, Hector reaches out and grabs up the wad, asking, "Tell me, where
might I find the owner of these clothes?"

Hinting, Doug replies, "I just left the storage closet?"

He was also surprised out of his gourd when the Hispanic pulls gently on
his tie, "You know not everybody thinks of you as a wimp?" Jerking on the
tie, he brings Doug to a smooth landing, lip to lip!

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At first Nolan panicked, which wasn't all one of his strongest traits. From
gloomy, to a wide grin, he cast his sorrow away, thinking out loud, "Maybe
this is a blessing in disguise!"

He was ready to enter the security office, when he stopped and proposed,
"Hmm, I bet the airline ticket sapped his savings account dry." To make
sure, he made his way back to his office, with regards to looking up his
accounts, making sure what was there before, lay untouched.

Walking in the office he was surprised, nothing unusual happening, Yalin,
Doug and Jake busy at the computer. Showing Doug something, Yalin added
input, slacking over Jake's shoulder.

Spying Nolan, Doug breaks away, "Mr. Harrellsson..."

"Nolan."

"Oh yeah. Forgot. Nolan," he handles his tie, "do we have to dress up?
Would it be possible to dress down, like Jake?"

Like ready to lay a proverb on Doug, Nolan says, "Let me ask you something
Doug. When you think of an executive look what image comes to mind?"

"Oh yeah," Doug replies. After all, up until now it's been middle of the
road, dress shirt and tie, no jacket.

"Besides," of course Nolan had a wiseass answer, "Neck ties come in handy
sometimes around the office?" Further assessment, he crosses his wrists in
front of him like an `x'.

Doug smiles, lifting his eyebrows, getting the message, the bound look
coming in loud and clear.

"Now, you wouldn't happen to have a suit in your closet at home?"

"Nah. I'm a poor boy. Remember, I was low guy on the totem pole?"

Reaching in his back pocket, Nolan produces a corporate Master Card,
"Here. Run up a bill. Pay me back by the end of the year." Nolan had to
force it into Doug's hand.

In the mean time, Jake drops what he's doing at the computer and walks
over, telling, "I don't have a suit either."

Putting his two cents in, Yalin says, "I only have one suit. This is it!"

Summing up the situation, Nolan replies, "You heard. Pay back by the end of
the year and don't go over the credit limit."

With attitude, Jake asks, "Like how will we know when we get near the
credit limit, if you don't tell us, dah?"

Smiling, Nolan says, "Well I certainly hope you won't spend over
twenty-five thousand?"

The trio could hardly fathom a figure of three digits past the two-fifty,
at first shocked and second, naming things they could buy even if they
would never use it, Jake going for the red Ferrari.

Using one of his favorite expressions, Nolan replies, "Act civilized guys?
Remember not to spend more than you make?"

A smile creasing Doug's lips, he mocks, "Like somebody we know?"

Nolan returned with an expression which singled out their event earlier,
Aaron and his Ralph Lauren shirt, torn down the middle, zipper never to be
useful again, one shoe laceless.

More outspoken of the three, Jake strongly suggests, "The day is really
shot?"

Thinking it over a total of two seconds, Nolan replies, "Get out of here!"

As Jake shuts down the computer, the other two busy themselves, Yalin
pointing out things here and there.  With leaving, Nolan says, "Oh, Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"Your shirt is buttoned crooked?"

He traded off looks with Yalin, replying, "All the more reason I need a new
one!"

As they book, Hector sashays in.

"What's up?" Nolan asks.

Hector broadens his smile.

A small, in reply, forms on Nolan's kisser.

Divulging all, Hector replies, "Sorry. I spilled some cum on the supply
closet floor when I pulled my cock out of Corin's ass!"

"Corin?"

"Yeah," Hector replies, still the humor of plugging ass and enjoying the
tender massage, until the action heightened, "took our illustrious office
manager down a peg or two. I hope that's all right?"

Taking it as a grain of salt, "Did you alert maintenance to clean it up?"

"Might need a street-cleaner?" He laughs.

"I'm sure Corin had something to say about you drilling his ass?"

"Didn't have much choice in the matter. Nope, not with him naked, wrists
duct-taped behind his back and lying faced down on the floor!"

Whole time he's telling his fuckin' tale, Hector approaches in little
steps.

Not oblivious to the advancement, Nolan says, "So, what did you have in
mind for after dinner tonight?"

"Oh, a very luscious dessert!" Hector replies, one hand feeling up the soft
tube down below.

Cutting to the punchline, Nolan, who figured out before he was crazy about
a man opposite his build, beefy bear type, pushy, commandeering, instills
thought as their bods are drawn together, "I like you. You like me. How
about we shack up together?"

Backing up a foot, Hector replies, "Moving kind of fast are we?"

"Necessary in a man's quest to catch a bear?"

Three steps forward, Hector is again standing at Nolan's doorstep, "I'd
like to warn you... this bear doesn't hibernate?"

With confidence, Nolan replies, "Put a little life into the old
house... I'm up for it!"

Liking where Nolan is heading with this, Hector reaches under Nolan's
jacket, separating it as he finds his nips, latching on, saying, "I like to
have fun with these?"

"Ooh..." Nolan's only remark, turning from pleasure to pain, "Ow-ow-ow!"

Abandoning his pecs, Hector's finger paints an invisible line down Nolan's
shirt, halting when he feels an indentation, "And this."

"New to me," Nolan thought, the finger trying to stab his shirt into his
deep bellyhole.

"But mostly," Hector slides down to Nolan's crotch, sighing with pleasure
from the massage, turning to pain, his balls being lightly squeezed.

"Ooh! We'll have to work on that!"

To assure Nolan, "I use safewords."

"What happens if you gag me?" Nolan throws on the table.

"Too-o-o bad!" Again the high pitched laughter, scaling down, produces a
comical atmosphere.

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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