Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2010 11:28:45 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: increasing sales part 10

INCREASING SALES  Part 10

My sales agents are all based in Europe. But over the past few years I've
held a special showing for invited clients from elsewhere in the
world. Many of them have come over from the States, a couple from Latin
America and Australia.

I've got to know some of them well, very well. A few have shared my bed and
my sexual appetites. Matthew comes over regularly from Tomah in Wisconsin
in his smartly pressed suit and crisp white shirt, and we've enjoyed some
good rip `n strip sessions in my bedroom, with me sitting on his chest
while I tear open his shirt and twist his hard nips, before splitting his
suit pants down the seams, flipping him over and snapping his tight white
jock off him. It always ends with me giving him a good hard fuck as he
thrashes around in the remnants of his smart clothes.

Eric, who now lives in Grenoble, once spent a long weekend at my place when
I tied him up in a rubber suit and edged him for hours , finally letting
him cum when I tormented him while wearing a wet suit which he splashed
white with his copious cum. Then I carried on milking him for a while,
keeping him in delightful torment. Sometimes I also invite my mate Martin
up from Brighton who likes to watch us, and once Matthew and I spit roasted
and double fucked him. Fun times.

So this year my exploration of the lengths that my straight sales guys were
prepared to go made me think I should do something a little more special
for my autumn show. I carefully selected ten of my special clients who I
knew would appreciate their talents. I emailed them a set of the photos I'd
been taking over the past few months: Theo stripping off in front of Alexis
and me, with a fine view of him spreading his butt wide to expose his hairy
hole. Vlad and Ivan wrestling naked in my room in Vilinius, with Ivan
frotting himself on Vlad's armpit. Ivan with a sound down his piss slit and
his cock locked up in sharp metal rings. Paulo standing in front of my
office window, both before and after his forced shaving. And of course Kurt
with six bright red cane stripes on his fine young muscular butt in one
pic, and spread-eagled out on my desk in another while he was cock raped in
both mouth and arse. I also had a good shot of Juan and Jean soaking each
other`suit pants with their piss, as well as one of Matt clutching his
tortured crotch in agony.

So it was no surprise that all ten swiftly accepted. `OMG! That would SO
F'in HOT! Got hard just reading your email! YES! YES! YES!' wrote
Matthew. Equally keen were Chris from Texas, Buce from Seattle and Robert
from New York. Robert had been particularly interested to hear more details
of Theo and Kurt's public strappings in my office and thought that Matt
needed to be given further `attitude adjustment.' Andre, a client from
Brazil, responded enthusiastically, as did a couple of European customers
who I knew would be particularly interested. Steen from Copenhagen was
eager to meet Kurt who he thought was undergoing a change and discovering
the joys of his butt, and Martin from Paris confessed that he would relish
a chance to work over Theo. Bart from Alabama emailed me that he thought
Nick, the young security guard who had inspected us all last month, should
be invited and so I made sure that he and Pete would be the security
officers for our party. I asked Eric and Martin to come along as well.

I told the team at our next meeting that we would be having a special
showing at my home, and I wanted them all to be there. I announced that ten
special clients had been invited and that I expected them to be treated
well. Ivan groaned, `I guess they are all fags, eh? Suppose they'll want to
suck my cock.'

`No, Ivan', I barked. They may all be `fags' as you call them, but they
will not all want to suck your arrogant cock. Some of them may want to fuck
your arrogant butt.' `Yeah', laughed Juan `and maybe some of them will want
to soak you in their hot piss, like I did to Jean, remember?'.

Ivan looked furious. `No way is some fag going to rape my butt. We're not
all like Kurt here who seems to enjoy it. I'm an Alpha Male, not a butt
slave.'

`We'll see', I smiled. `I won't force you to do anything. But just remember
that these are my best clients, they will be spending big money on their
purchases with us, and I don't want to have to cut anyone out of the
commission because you have been uncooperative. And by the way, guys, the
commission on these sales will be higher than usual.'

`How much?' snapped Ivan. I knew it. There are many surprising things
straight studs will do when you talk money.

`50%', I replied. `But of course only for those who fully participate. So,
anybody want to back out?'

There was silence in the room. `Matt?', I asked. `We don't want a
repetition of your disloyalty. Are you in on this?'

Matt shrugged. `I guess so', he replied. An image came into my mind of him
tied to my desk chair at our previous meeting, his legs spread wide and his
full man crotch exposed for his ball busting punishment. I smiled.

`Right', I said. `Now let's get down to some serious planning.'

The showing took place two weeks later. It was held at my luxury home down
by the river at Richmond in London. The guests all arrived in the course of
the day and after a good dinner I gathered everyone in the large circular
driveway of my mansion with a glass of best brandy. It was a beautiful warm
evening, thankfully. Nick and Pete, in their black security uniforms, were
in attendance. I didn't want anybody else just walking in on the event I
had planned.

On the dot of 9 p.m., the first car turned into the driveway, followed by
others each driven by one of my team. They parked the vehicles neatly in a
circle, then in unison (carefully rehearsed) each driver stepped out and
positioned himself against the bonnet of his car. There were gasps from
some of the guests. They were a magnificent sight – the cars, but also
the men. Each of them was wearing a smart dinner suit and tuxedo, specially
tailored to be particularly snug around the thighs and crotch. I had
instructed them to stand with one ankle crossed over the other,
accentuating their bulges. Accustomed I was to seeing them, I nonetheless
felt my cock hardening rapidly at the sight.

`Gentlemen', I announced. `Allow me to introduce you to my winning
team. You will recognise many of them from their photos, I am sure.'

My guests all laughed and nodded, some of them pointing out their
favourites to each other. I saw Robert looking at Matt and telling Bruce
that he thought the Swiss manager deserved `a good whipping for what he
did'. Bruce was nodding enthusiastically at the thought. Bart and Matthew
were eyeing up young Nick who was standing on duty by the front gate. I
hadn't thought of including him in the proceedings to come, but given his
enthusiasm in my office I realised he might not be altogether unwilling.

The salesmen were looking dismayed. Juan, needless to say, could not
restrain himself. `What photos, Boss? What are they talking about?

I laughed. `Nothing to worry about', I answered. `Just some promotion
pictures I sent them.' I was lying through my teeth, of course. They would
indeed have been very worried if they had any idea that all my guests had
seen full well what sexual lengths they had indulged in order to increase
their sales and commission cheques over the year.

`Gentlemen', I said, turning to my guests. `Please feel free to inspect the
models of your choice. And also the cars'!

Everyone laughed at my little joke, though some of the sales guys were
looking decidedly nervous. It excited me greatly to observe how
discomforted many of them were at being lusted over by other men. Matt was
shifting his feet awkwardly and Paulo was trying to look aloof. Many were
averting their eyes. Only Kurt and Juan, I noticed, were more forward,
almost teasing the guests. And Sven. Sven was grinning and outrightly
flirting with some of them. Somehow this hurt me. Hell, was I getting
jealous?

The guests walked around, making somewhat token looks at the vehicles, but
much closer inspection of the sales team. Andre was the first to make a
significant move. He walked up to Kurt and rubbed his hand down his shirt
front. Kurt smiled and putting his arm around Andre, kissed him full on the
mouth. Andre responded, like any red-blooded Brazilian would, and started
moulding Kurt's beautiful tight arse. Kurt froze, uncertain what to do
next. But Andre moved his hand around from his butt to the front of Kurt's
tight dress pants and started slowly rubbing the bulge which began to
visibly grow. Kurt groaned out loudly.

As Andre and Kurt started to make out, the other guests became
bolder. Chris hugged Paulo and kissed him tentatively and Paulo responded,
if not too keenly. But Chris soon had him pinioned against the car, and was
rubbing his crotch against Paulo's bulging suit pants. Slowly he lifted
Paulo's arms and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding his hands over his fur
covered chest and tweaking his hardening nipples. Juan was in a clincher
with Bruce, with his hand down the back of Bruce's jacket, rubbing his arse
and kissing him passionately. Martin was standing next to Theo and rubbing
his back, slipping his hand down to goose Theo's manly butt. I saw his hand
force its way into the back of his suit pants, and Theo gasp as he felt
Martin's fingers sliding into the hot crevice of his hairy Greek crack.

Kurt looked up and seeing the men around him called out, `Hey guys, come
over here and help me give Andre a real good time!'. Sven, Jean and Vlad
all moved across, and surrounded them. I saw Andre sink to his knees as
Kurt took out his thickening cock and Andre lapped at it hungrily. Then I
saw the others unzipping and pulling out their man meats, slapping Andre on
the face as he licked and slurped away at the four stiff rods surrounding
him. He looked as if he was in seventh heaven. Needless to say, the other
guests gathered around to watch – and then to participate. Soon a
mini-orgy was going on, with some of the other sales agents moving into the
circle and unzipping. But not all. Matt stayed where he was, and Ivan stood
at the back, trying not to get involved. My guests, by contrast, were bent
over, on their knees with their mouths full of manager cock, and fondling
the hunks as much as they could. All was going to plan.

After about fifteen minutes, I thought we should move on. `Everyone happy
so far?', I laughed.

There were grunts and nods and moans from the group. But then Robert spoke
up. `Except for Matt', he said. `That guy has a real problem. I think he
needs to be brought into the fun.'

Matt scowled. `Sorry, guys, but this gay shit just isn't for me.'

`Careful, Matt', smiled Juan `or your balls will be whipped again.' The
others all laughed.

Matt blushed. He had no idea that my guests had all seen the pics of him
tied to my chair or writhing on the floor clutching his tortured testicles.

You have a point, Robert', I said. `Matt, get your arse over here now.'

My mate Martin turned to me and said softly, `Get him to do a strip tease
for us. That'll put him in his place.'

`Good idea' I replied. I ordered Matt to stand in the middle of the
circle. Then I put a real stripper grinding track on the sound system. `Go
for it, Matt, show us what you've got.'

Matt blushed deep red. But he saw he had no alternative. Slowly he took off
his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. To cries of `More, more!', he revealed
his masculine hairy chest. Then he began to rotate his hips as he unzipped
his pants and dropped them to the ground. He had sturdy muscular thighs and
calves, and as he pulled off his shoes and socks and unloosened his
trousers from his feet he lifted each leg, showing his muscular butt, clad
in white briefs. He stood up and faced us, blushing furiously.

By this time the crowd were baying for more.  And not only the guests. Juan
and Kurt were yelling, `Strip, strip!' and Vlad and Paulo made moves to
grab his crotch in jest. Matt shrugged, then slipped his thumbs into the
waistband of his briefs and slowly tugged them down. His thick dark pubic
bush appeared, but then he stopped. `OK, fags, this is what you want', he
said and teasingly, he turned around and slid his briefs over his butt
mounds and down, revealing a muscled meaty arse. There were wolf whistles
and yells from the others.  Then Matt turned around and flicked his cock
up. It was large, but disappointingly soft.

`Get it up!' shouted Robert. Matt turned to him, his face hot with
perspiration and embarrassment. `Fuck off!' he yelled.

That did it. I pretended to be furious. `How dare you speak to a guest of
mine like that, Matt', I yelled. `Apologise to Robert immediately'.

But Robert just grinned broadly. `No need for an apology. He's just doing
what straight guys always do when they can't get it up. Blame someone
else. But I think he needs a punishment.' And he produced from his inside
jacket pocket a broad leather paddle.

I smiled back. `Indeed. Matt, get your arse over the bonnet of that
Bentley.'

Matt looked appalled and was about to refuse when he heard me add, `unless
you want to leave now, without your commission cheque?' He turned around
and walked over to the Bentley parked behind him. I called Nick and Pete,
the security officers, and ordered them to bend him over the bonnet, and
hold his shoulders down. I walked over and kicked his feet apart. His
sturdy butt was prominently displayed. `All yours, Robert', I said.

The others gathered around, as Robert stepped up and positioned himself
behind Matt. Then he swung his paddle and whistled through the evening air,
landing with a loud crack on the centre of the left butt cheek. Matt
yelled, and tried to stand up, but Pete and Nick held him firm. I noticed
Nick was licking his young lips at the sight.

`Stay where you are, Matt', I ordered, `and take your punishment like a
real man.'

Matt sunk his head again. Robert resumed, and lathered his butt with
another dozen heavy slaps of the paddle. Matt's arse started turning pink,
then deeper red. Several of the guests were by now rubbing their crotches
openly at the sight, and even more so when Matt began to yell out at the
later strokes.

When it was over, I nodded to Nick and Pete and they released Matt. He
stood up slowly, rubbing his butt and looking for his clothes. `Stay as you
are', I ordered, `buck naked. It will teach you a lesson to have your red
arse on display to us all for the night. And you will submit to its
inspection by anybody who chooses.

Mat was close to tears, but he obeyed. He was truly humiliated, standing
stark naked in the crowd of men, many of whom were lusting openly at the
display of his muscular body and whipped arse.

`Right', I said brightly. Time for some party games.'

`You mean we haven't been playing them already?' grinned Juan.

`Not what I mean by games', I said. `The fun is about to really begin.'

[to be continued – soon!]