Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 12:50:21 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Handsome Stockbroker - Part One" (authoritarian)

I hope there is no one out there under 18 who is uploading this story.  You
must be over 18 and must like this kind of story.  Go away youngins, come
back in a few years.

Sean Gordon is the handsomest man you will ever see.  He is not
pretty-pretty, he is male, perfect features, wide shoulders with 28" waist.
His dark natural and perfectly shaped eyebrows call attention to his gray
eyes.  Luxuriant chestnut hair falls in natural waves, some stray waves
falling over his clear unlined forehead.  He is now at the zenith of his
beauty at twenty-two years.  His hobby of long distance bicycle riding
produced fabulous muscular legs, covered with dark glossy hair.

Perhaps his must compelling feature was his mouth.  It was full and pink.
When he spoke it was mobile, the wideness caused the curly ends to tilt
upwards almost in a smile.

Watching his mouth while he talked often produced wetness between the legs
in women and unexpected hardness in men, in men who never dreamed that they
could be attracted to another man.

Sean had affairs with both men and women.  He was satisfied to be
Bi-sexual, the best of both worlds.  Perhaps he had an innate generously by
sharing his incredible bounty with the world.

When he competed his MBA he applied to several brokerage firms but the
pickings were slim.  There was a current downturn and they were thinning
the ranks and were not hiring.  About to give up, he decided to seek out
Vanderdam Associates.  It was a small company, venerable and respected but
it had been purchased by A.J. Cairo about two years previously

Cairo's history was shrouded in mystery.  Apparently he had been an orphan
in Egypt and somehow was adopted at the age of twelve by an elderly man.
In the intervening years he had learned English, received a good education
at private academies and inherited the old man's fortune.

Cairo himself interviewed Sean.  Sean was wise enough in the ways of men to
know that the powerful and swarthy man was making some sexual innuendos
toward him, but he felt that if they remained only looks and would get him
the job he would ignore it.

Sean was on the job for a year now.  He operated in the bullpen, hawking
new issues and handling some accounts.  The last three months he had record
sales and commissions.  A.J. Cairo was very pleased with him and even added
a bonus.

The only dark cloud in Sea's world was Bradley Thomas.  He was the son of
very wealthy parents.  His contacts had brought in new clients and he was
the fair-haired boy until Sean got into full swing.  His breeding and
education showed in his bearing, speech and clothes.  He considered Sean as
coming from "nothing" and he often sneered at him.

Brad's face was a little odd but aristocratic: long nose, small blue eyes,
thin mouth features not too alluring, but they were set in a face of tan
smoothness and groomed perfection. His tight blond curly hair was a golden
crown. Sean saw Brad almost nude at the gym.  His body was like a sleek
racehorse, smooth with small rippling muscles.  Sean didn't get to see the
package but it made little difference, as he never expected to pursue any
relationship with the snobby guy.

Life was sweet, his new Central Park West Apartment gorgeously furnished.
He enjoyed his luxuries such as eating in the best restaurants.  He also
bought himself a new bicycle at the crazy price of four thousand dollars.

Everything was great until he made a terrible error.  He had been given the
Wilson Trust for investment assistance.  This week he got a call from one
of the trustees who authorized a large sale of one of the securities they
held.  Sean agreed that the stock had peaked and it was a good time to
sell.  Somehow he forgot to place the sell order.  The stock sunk by one
third, causing the Trust about one half million dollars.

The next morning he planned to see A.J. and confess and find out what was
to be done about this debacle.  However, a note on his desk requested that
he be present at A.J.'s office at nine o'clock.  He looked at dial of his
new Patek Phillippe, was just nine.  He hurried up to the tower suite.

He knocked on the door.  Cairo's slightly accented, deep voice called out
for him to enter.

"I guess you know about it," offered Sean weakly.

"Come closer, sit here 9n the side of my chair.  Yes I knew before you did.
I sold out their position for a loss of a half million.  I called Wesley at
the trust and told them that I reimbursed his account for the full amount."

"My God A.J.  That's quite a financial blow for the company."

"No, it's your loss."

"I can put most of my commissions each month to cover but..."

"But it would take ten or twelve years."

Sean shifted in his chair, sweat broke out on his perfect forehead and his
Turnbull and Asser shirt grew damp at the aim pits.

"What is worse is that the trust feels you should be prosecuted.  I was
able to convince them otherwise, that we would take care of it in house.
But you must now realize that you are under my protection, that I own you."

"Of course I understand.  I will anything you wish to show my gratitude."

A.J. leaned forward, speaking softly.  "That's a nice suit you are wearing.
It shows off your physique to great advantage."

"Thanks.  I had it made at Hong Kong Tailors.  I have a problem with my
wide shoulders and very narrow waist, no off-the-peg fits.  Then I have
large calves and heavier upper legs.  They allow forgiveness in the cut
there."

Unexpectedly Cairo said in a firm voice.  "Take off your shoes and socks
and lift your pant leg.  I'd like to see those legs."

Sean moved back from the close position he had.  His face clouded over.  He
did not like being told what to do.  "Mr.Cairo, that seems a strange and
intimate request.  Must I really?"

"My boy, remember I own you.  You will do as I say.  You are facing poverty
and jail it you do not."

Sean signed in resignation.  He removed his shoes.  Cairo picked one up and
looked at the label.  "Lobel.  Very nice.  Do they stock your custom last?"
Then he took the shoe up to his face and inhaled deeply.  ""Ah, delicious.
It's making me hard.  Do you want to feel it?"

Sean ignored this and got to work removing his silk socks from Saks Fifth
Avenue, then rolled up his pants.  He looked for all the world like he was
going wading.

"Put one leg up here on the desk.  Yes, very hairy and sexy and the calf
muscle is everything you say."  He reached his hand higher and squeezed the
young man's thigh.  "Excellent.  This is sumptuousness are the flesh."

He began stroking the calf.  He sniffed it.  Sean pulled back slightly and
suddenly Cairo reached out his olive hand and slapped the boy on his cheek.
It stung, but Sean began to feel excited.  He knew he deserved this slap
for what he had done to the company.  But the powerful personality of the
swarthy man began to exit him.  A.J. had thick fleshy lips.  When he spoke
Sean could see his purple chow dog tongue flicking behind his blindingly
white teeth.  The hand that slapped him was smooth and tan, heavy black
hairs growing on the back of them.

Sean's eyes were tearing.  In a little voice he said, "I apologize.  I will
do whatever you wish.....Sir."

A.J. smiled in satisfaction.  "Good boy.  Now stand there and divest
yourself of your clothing.

With another word, Sean stood, unbuckling his fifty-dollar belt, dropping
his pants, exposing his heavy thighs.  A.J. stared at them, and then
caressed them slightly.  Next came the opening of his opal cuff links, the
expensive tie and then his shirt slipped off his shoulders.  He put each
item carefully on a nearby chair.  He was wearing an athletic type
undershirt.  His muscular arms were shown to perfection and as he lifted
his arms to shuck the underwear top, he exposed a luxuriant growth of now
damp underarm hair.  His lightly muscled chest was splayed with a growth of
fine hair, his nipples free of hair.  They were now erected out of fear or
something else.  A.J. sucked in his breath in admiration.

"The under shorts next.  Tailor made I believe."

He slipped the shorts down and off.  Now he was totally naked in front of
the Egyptian, his scrotal sack shrunk up tight against his body in fear and
his generous organ looking forlorn.

"Bend over my desk!"  he ordered.  Sean complied, beyond fear, almost on
auto drive. He lifted his head and discovered a large mirror on the wall
behind the desk.  He watched with horror as Cairo began undressing.  When
he finished he revealed and incredibly muscular wrestler type, think pads
of hair across his chest and on his stomach.  A short blunt, fat cock was
already rampant, his obscenely heavy ball sack swung between his thick
hairy legs.

At that moment another figure appeared in the mirror.  It was Brad, nude,
his sleek body shimmering with sex sweat.  The lean figure moved up behind
Sean, crooning in Brad's upper class insinuating tone, "That is undoubtedly
the handsomest ass in the Western Hemisphere."

Brad moved close to Sean, reached out his long index finger and touched the
boys ass ring.  "Location, location, location," he said breathlessly, in a
Groucho Marx voice, "A prettier hole as I have never seen.  I have just
discovered that my life's ambition is to enter that steamy universe with my
long pink prober."

Brad's prattle was ended abruptly as A.J. smartly slapped Brad's ass.  Brad
let out a pleased "Ooh." And said "You still love me dear."

A.J. roughly grabbed Brad's shoulder.  "Assume the position without any
further delay."

Sean was bewildered by the events as Brad laid along side him, his ass in
the air, beginning to moan slightly in anticipation.  He turned to Sean,
pursing his lips slightly.  "Kiss me as he enters.  Don't worry you'll get
fucked too.  I know this is the first time for you but you will never
forget the Cairo fuck.  He is the best top the world has ever seen.  Maybe
it's his blunt tool but it hits the spot every time.  It'll drive you mad."

His talk was cut off as he howled, transported but the feeling of Cairo's
fat cock quickly entering him.  Sean could see Cairo's face in the mirror,
grimacing with lust as he repeatedly thrust forward, Brad's body rocking
with each push.

Then things stopped a moment.  Brad's face showed disappointment, but then
Sean stopped looking, stopped being in the room in the present as a thick
intruder knocked on the door of his ass hole.  Cairo talked in his ear.
"Don't be afraid sweetie, you will never be the same, you will ask me for a
fuck every day.  If you behave and enjoy this moment, I might just comply."

The cock slipped in like it was returning to a berth that had been prepared
for it.  Sean felt tremors from deep inside his body.  He was totally
transported into a new plane of feeling.  He was almost screaming with
lust, pushing his sweet ass back to feel more.  He opened one eye and saw
Brad grinning at him.  "Maybe I'll just kiss you when you cum and I think
it is soon."

Brad was right, Sean was huffing and puffing, his eyes closing
involuntarily as his balls began to buzz and his aching hard cock grew
stiffer.  Suddenly his whole body stiffened and he shouted out his orgasm
song.  He heard Cairo laughing in triumph and Brad put an arm on his
shoulder, pressed his lips against his and shot a wet slippery tongue into
his mouth.  This intensified the final cum as jets of white decorated the
shiny mahogany desk.

"Now Braddy boy.  You've been good.  Now you can finally get yours."  He
moved behind Brad and used a more violent action.  Banging his smooth white
aristocratic ass unmercifully.  Through it all Brad maintained an angelic
smile.  He seemed to love every minute.  But it was soon to end as Brad
opened his mouth and began huffing and puffing, his eyes wide, almost in
fear and a monster cum began to overtake him.  At the same time, Cairo felt
the vibration of the cum in Brad's anal ring.  He bellowed his cum, fell on
Brad's back, shaking like palsy.  Brad screamed and his elegant cock spew
thick lines of cum alongside Sean's.

Just as he was finishing the last of the throes of ecstasy Sean gave him a
hard kiss, his lips rotating over Brad's.

The three men were so overcome by the power of their orgasms and the vision
of such a powerful sex scene.  It took many minutes for them to come down.

Finally Brad, the urbane one lifted Sean from his still held position over
the desk and examined the cum shots spread in a pattern on the top of the
desk.  "Ah, I see you come in heavy stripes, me in a splatter
design.........interesting, no?  Well my hot friend, you have been well
fucked and double fucked."

Sean lifted himself to a sitting position.  "What are you talking about?"

Cairo laughed in his booming basso, Brad trilled his alto giggle.  "There
was no loss to the company.  I caught the error as soon as you left and
placed the sell order.  A.J. and I have been dying to get into your pants
since you arrived.  We wanted to bring you off your self-satisfied
smugness. You were getting too big for your britches, well, no one is too
big, ever. Was it worthwhile for you to suffer this experience?"

"Tell the truth it was mind shattering.  I never thought I would ever be
fucked.  Now I may become addicted."  Looking at Brad and putting his arms
around him he said, "I think I have a real friend in you.  I can be myself
around you."

Then he turned to Cairo, "This will not change my respect for you as my CEO
but I sure have new respect for you as a supreme top fucker."

Cairo lit a cigar and leaned back in his leather chair, still naked but
seemed to be able to be dignified.  Both of you must learn that being a
bottom doesn't mean that you are submissive.  You are the spider and the
fucker is the fly.  He lusts after your hot ass and you have the power to
grant it or not.  Your please may exceed his."

They all showered in the black marble bathroom adjoining the office suite.
After they were dressed, each kissed Cairo on the cheek and left together
in the tower elevator.

Brad said, "This is Friday.  End of week.  Whole weekend ahead.  How about
spending some time at my apartment.  Did you know that I live in the same
building as you?"

"Okay but no fooling around."  Then he laughed.  Let's see what dewvelops.


Part Two will allow the young guys to explore new territory as neither one
is boss.  My test for hotness in a story is if I get stiff while writing.
This one passes my test.  Enjoy it.  Regards.......Jay Roberts