Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2010 10:40:25 +0200 From: mike strauss Subject: Increasing Sales part 11 We continue where we left off, just as things are heating up at the special showing of cars -- and their salesmen -- to selected clients and guests at my luxury mansion in Richmond. See episode 10 for how we got to this stage... `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. But first I think all the managers deserve a drink for their efforts tonight. The company's cocktail, maybe? A few of my guests laughed at the double entendre, as did Sven and Kurt, but I noticed others looking embarrassed and Matt, standing there with his red butt exposed to, was positively hostile. I handed round a large tray of tumblers, each filled with a pretty lethal combination of spirits. Martin made to take one, but I stopped him. `This is special stuff', I said to him quietly, `just to get the guys in the right mood. You're very welcome to more brandy, but we don't want you legless when the fun starts, do we?' Martin grinned and stepped back. But Matt had heard me. When I offered him a glass he refused. `No ways, boss. First you humiliate me by making me strip and then let that guy tan my arse in front of everyone. Then you insist on keeping me naked while the rest of you are all dressed up in your smart dinner suits. I'm not taking any more of this.' I shot him an stern look. Then I called out to Pete and Nick, the security men who were standing by the cars. `Pete, come over here, we need you. Matt still needs more attitude adjustment, I think.' Nick grinned and Pete frowned. They both came up and grabbed Matt by the arms. Then Pete took the steel handcuffs from his leather belt, and swiftly locked them around one of Matt's wrists. They dragged a protesting Matt over to the Rolls Royce parked in the circle, and looped the cuff chains around the famous mascot on its bonnet., locking the other one on to his free wrist. Matt was locked to the car, slightly bent over with his tawsed arse displayed to all. `There, mate', grimaced Pete, `that will learn you.' My guests were laughing and cheering. `Gentlemen', I said, `feel free to inspect the Rolls any time -- and anyone attached to it.' Immediately five or six of them walked over and started fondling Matt, running their hands all over his handsome muscular body: his chest, tweaking his nipples, up his thighs, across his back, and of course his reddened butt. Bart put his arms around him and started fondling Matt's cock. Matt was hating it. Here was this totally straight man being goosed and fondled and even jerked by a group of horny gay men. It was his worst nightmare. Well, not quite. When Bart started probing Matt's arse crack, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his virginal manhole, Matt yelled out. `Fuck, boss, I can't take this. Not my arse. Let me out of here, commission or not commission, I'm quitting.' Clearly things had gone a bit too far. Poor Matt has been the butt -- literally -- of the evening so far. I didn't want to get accused of statutory rape on my premises, I took mercy on him. `OK, Matt', I said. `Enough's enough. Let's let you loose. You can leave if you want.' Matt looked relieved, as Nick (somewhat reluctantly I thought) unlocked the cuffs. Matt stood up, and turned around. To my surprise, and to whoops and cheers from the assembled crowd, his cock was growing hard. `A guy like me can't help getting boned up even when it's other men working over their dick', he grinned. I realized that he was enjoying himself as we lusted at the sight of him, now free and in command. Then he walked over to me. `Think you could do something about it for me, boss?' He looked at me straight in the eye and I saw his gleam. I confess the whole scene had made me hard. And I can never resist a straight guy, even if it does mean having to submit to him. So to the cheers of everyone, I knelt in front of him and swirled my tongue around his cock head. Matt started groaning and thrust his cock further into my mouth. It was now rock hard with a vein standing out on its shaft. He pushed further and I felt it hit my throat. At that point I felt something under my nose. I tried to turn, and saw Sven leaning over me, a bottle of poppers in his hand. I inhaled gratefully and my instincts kicked in as I took Matt's cock deep into my throat. Matt started pumping away, ramming deep into me, oblivious of the possible discomfort he was causing. The men around us, both my managers and the guests, were cheering us on. Soon I felt Matt's dick spasm, and saw his plump man balls rising. Before I could withdraw, he shot three times into my throat, then as I pulled out another two thick spurts landed on my face and mouth. I licked my lips, tasting the salty cream of his Swiss cum. Everyone clapped and cheered. I stood up and wiped my face. This had certainly not been planned. In one sense, Matt had got his own back on us all and me in particular, but in another it made me one of the lads, prepared to join in, to take what was coming my way. No bad thing. To my surprise, Ivan slapped me on the back, `Well done, boss, you took it like a man!' And he playfully grabbed my crotch, getting a good cop of my very hard cock which was somewhat painfully straining against the confines of my Calvins. Instinctively, I put my hand on his hard muscular butt, but he laughed and backed away. The others were nodding in agreement. I noticed that the managers were all becoming a bit more raucous now and reckoned that my potent cocktail was having the desired effects. Just what was needed for what I'd planned next. `OK, guys', I said, `you've had your fun. Now it's time for you to provide my guests with some entertainment.' Vlad groaned. `Haven't we done enough, boss? We're not sex toys you know' Everyone laughed. `I' m aware of that', I replied. `though you'd make a hot one if I may say so, Vlad.' The Czech muscle enthusiast blushed slightly at that. `No, you will give us a display of your strength -- and show us how manly you all are by resisting being turned into sex objects. Follow me' I led everyone around to the garden at the back of my house. By now it was getting dark, and I had planted torch flames in a circle around a large matted area in the centre of the lawn. The flames flickered and glowed, illuminating the circle. `Right', I announced. `As you know, my men are at the peak of their physical prowess.' There were a few whistles and sniggers at that. `So I'll give them the chance to prove that to us. And also let them demonstrate just how keen they are not to be sexually humiliated in front of the rest of us.' There were a few laughs, but also some puzzled looks. `What do you mean, boss', asked Paulo a little anxiously. `Here are the rules', I said. You can demonstrate your strength and your superiority by strip wrestling in this circle. No holds barred, of course.' `Except eyes or balls, I assume', said Ivan. `Well, eyes are out of bounds, certainly', I grinned. `Pete and Nick here will make sure everyone keeps that rule. Balls are free for all.' There were groans from some of the guys at this. But I had more for them. And if you lose your briefs, whoever gets them can sell them off to any bidder here. And throw you and your car in with them, of course. With extra high commission. But you might need to service the purchaser in whatever way he chooses. Of course you may or may not like that.' There were some frowns from the sales guys and some leers from my guests. Sven spoke up, `You mean it's both a straight wrestling contest, but also if we like the guy who is grappling us we might willingly let him win?' Then he blushed realizing what he had just said. `Indeed, Sven', I said. `Now jackets off, everyone, and may the best man win -- whichever way he wants it.' I had thought a lot about this. I realized that my men were competitive and some of them were eager to dominate their colleagues. Others were eager to be dominated, I sensed. Certainly Sven had just revealed his cards, though it pained me a bit to think of him enjoying sex with my guests or another manager. I was definitely getting a bit jealous, no doubt about it. Steve, my British manager, came up to me. `Sorry, boss', he said. `I can't do this. I just can't take this gay stuff. I want to leave. Cheque or no cheque.' `OK', I said. `As you know, nobody is getting forced into anything. I'll be sorry to lose you, but I respect your decision.' Actually Steve had not been a great manager. And I have to admit also that he was the least attractive of all of my staff, though not a bad looker. Steve smiled, and slapped me on the shoulder. `Thanks for understanding, boss', he said. And to my astonishment he awkwardly hugged me, in what a straight man thinks passes for a hug and then walked off down the drive. Oh well, one lost, but many more still around. I'd have to find a new British manager, I thought, but meanwhile more enjoyable activities beckoned. The rest of my managers all seemed to be game. By now some of them had been drinking quite heavily. The flickering torches and the warm night air also had an effect. Most of them were licking their lips, flexing their arms or playfully joshing their fellow competitors. `So', I said. `Who's going to start us off? `Sure', said Ivan. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist showing off his prowess as a wrestler, remembering the time he'd humiliated Vlad in Vilnius. Ivan removed his jacket and stepped into the ring. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and flexed his muscles. `OK, guys, who is prepared to risk getting their arse whipped?' There was some nervous laughter but nobody moved. `Come on Kurt', said Ivan. `We all know you're panting to get some more man sex. Come and get your clothes ripped off you by a real man.' Kurt flushed, while the others all laughed. He hesitated. Entering the ring would certainly mean a forced strip in front of everyone but he couldn't just accept the humiliation of Ivan's insults without retaliating. He shrugged, removed his jacket and stepped into the ring to cheers from the others. Ivan grinned and pounced on him, pushing him to the ground on his back. He straddled him and began tugging his shirt out of his pants, ripping the buttons and exposing Kurt's muscular chest. Kurt fought back and succeeded in getting free but Ivan was too strong for him and threw him to the ground again, this time sitting on his back. Playfully he slapped Kurt's firm rump, and then yanked his trousers, forcing them down to his thighs. Kurt kicked and struggled, but there was nothing he could do. With a cry of triumph, Ivan ripped his white briefs down, and then yanked his trousers ands briefs completely off him. Kurt's muscled butt gleamed in the torchlight. Ivan got up while Kurt lay panting on the ground, his shirt tugged up, his arse and lower body completely exposed. He held Kurt's briefs triumphantly above his head. There was applause and shouts from the guests and some of the other guys. `OK', I said. `Kurt's briefs are up for sale. And with comes Kurt's car and -- Kurt.' Immediately there were calls from the crowd. The bidding went high, but it was Steen, my Copenhagen client, who won out. With an impressive bid. He stepped forward to claim his prize. Kurt was standing half-naked, and Steen walked up to him and slapped him firmly on the rump. `OK, Kurt' he said. `I've seen the pics of you being drilled at both ends. Time to introduce you to some more pleasures.' And he pulled a pair of white plastic surgical gloves out of his pocket. There were gasps from a few of the guests who knew what was going on. Kurt just looked puzzled. Steen pulled Kurt with him around to the front of the house where the cars were parked. Needless to say the rest of us followed. He positioned Kurt on his back over the bonnet of a fine 1940s Bentley and lifted his legs, displaying Kurt's tight manhole. Then he walked over to where I'd left a can of engine oil, and slowly pulled a glove onto his right hand, slicked it in the oil. Kurt was looking nervous. `What are you going to do to me?' he asked. Steen smiled. `Relax, Kurt, you're about to enter the world of fisting and you'll never look back.' Kurt blanched. `You're not going to put your HAND up my butt! Fuck, no!' `Fuck, yes', smiled Steen. `Maybe Nick and Pete could oblige by holding you down for me' Nick stepped forward immediately, his young face eagerly looking at the scene in front of him. Pete grabbed Kurt's shoulders while Nick held Kurt's ankles above his head. Kurt's hole was wide and inviting. Steen bent down and licked and probed Kurt's hole with his tongue. Kurt began to moan and Steen ate him out. Then Steen he stood up and probed Kurt with one slicked finger, then two, then three. Kurt groaned and soon Steen had pushed his five fingers into his hole. As we all watched in fascination, he slowly started to push in. Kurt gasped then relaxed as he felt Steen probe deeper and deeper. I looked around. My guests were all suitably aroused, but I noticed a few of the other sales guys were also licking their lips. I also saw Juan positioning himself behind young Nick and gently squeezing his butt. Nick turned around and smiled. By now Steen was fully fisting Kurt. I was impressed at how well he was taking it. After some time of this, Steen withdrew his hand. But then he unzipped his pants, took out a long thick cock and without warning ploughed it into Kurt. Kurt yelled as he was piston-fucked by Steen, who pumped his cock energetically in and out of his ravaged hole. After a few minutes he yelled as he shot his load deep into Kurt and stood up, giving us all a glimpse of his large thick erect cock. Nick and Pete released Kurt, who groggily got up from the Bentley bonnet. But his ordeal was not yet over. `Lick it clean!' ordered Steen, forcing Kurt's head down to his rampant cock still dripping with thick Danish man cum. `And thank me for introducing you to the extensive pleasures of your man cunt.' Kurt grimaced, but did as he was told and took Steen's cock into his mouth, licking its shaft clean. Then he looked up at Steen. Steen smiled, `Good lad, Kurt. You'll sleep in my bed tonight.' There were cheers and applause from the crowd. Then Ivan, who had been drinking more of my strong cocktails shouted out, `OK, guys, who else wants to risk getting his arse worked over. Any more faggots want me to rip their clothes off? Come on, I can take on several of you at once, I'm so strong' He staggered slightly as he spoke. Clearly he was getting out of control. But his brashness and his boasting got to some of the others. `OK, Ivan', said Vlad, `get back into the circle and let's see just how strong you are. Theo will join me in humiliating you too'. Ivan looked surprised but he couldn't back down in front of everyone. I foresaw a repeat of Ivan and Vlad's naked wrestling in Villnius and my cock hardened at the thought. We all went back to the garden, and Vlad and Theo removed their jackets and entered the ring with Ivan. Ivan immediately lunged out at Vlad and hurled him to the floor, tearing his shirt open as did so. Vlad fought back, but Ivan was wild and punched him in the gut, winding him. Vlad fell back, and Ivan ripped his trousers open, yelling, `Fucker! you're going to get your balls whipped!'. Theo had stood watching this, but then he leapt on top of the two of them, pulling Ivan off Vlad, who lay in his torn shirt and briefs clutching his shredded suit pants. Ivan turned on to Theo, and managed to straddle him, his crotch in his face. The handsome Greek grimaced as Ivan ground his crotch into Theo's nose and mouth yelling `Take that Greek faggot!' Then Ivan reached back and grabbed Theo full in the crotch, squeezing his balls hard. Theo yelled, and bucked, as Ivan continued to force his sweaty crotch into Theo's face. I noticed that it was bulging, and realized Ivan was getting turned on by this act of domination. Vlad then rose to his feet and leapt on top of Ivan pulling him off Theo. Ivan fell backwards, clutching at Vlad's briefs as he did so, yanking them down his strong thighs and exposing his manly cock and balls to us all. There were shouts from the crowd as Theo made a lunge at Ivan, falling on top of him, but Ivan was too strong for him and flipped him over, ending up sitting on his back. Slowly, and teasingly, he shredded Theo's trousers and tugged down his briefs, as Theo's meaty hairy mounds appeared. He had done it. Both Vlad and Theo were de-briefed and ready to be used by the highest bidder. Panting, the three men stood up. I led the auction first of Vlad's briefs, which went to Chris from Texas. Chris walked over to Vlad and forced his head down to his crotch, which tented with a huge hardon. `Get this out, man', he ordered, `with your teeth'. Vlad was forced to unzip Chris's fly with his mouth, then awkwardly extricate Chris's engorged cock. Chris forced his mouth down onto him, making the Czech muscle man head him in front of everyone until he shot his load right into Vlad's face. Vlad grimaced as the thick cum dripped into his mouth and eyes. Then Chris grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up, saying `Ok, stud man, you're mine for the night!' Meanwhile Theo was standing with his hands trying to protect his exposed cock, and his torn shirt revealing his meaty mounds. Several of the guests had been eyeing him up, and the bidding was fierce. It was won by Martin, my Parisian client. Martin walked up to Theo, pulled up his shirt to fully expose his arse, and slapped him firmly on the rump. Then he tugged out his cock, and kicked Theo's legs apart. `Please, no, please don't fuck me, I'm a Greek straight man, I don't get fucked', pleased Theo. Martin laughed. `That's not what I heard -- or saw', he said. `The boss was giving you a good fucking at the last board meeting if I remember rightly.' Theo blushed deep red. He had no idea that the pictures I'd taken while drilling his hairy beefy butt had been circulated to all my guests. Martin grabbed the oil can and lathered his sizeable cock with the grease. Then he thrust his fingers into Theo's butt hole, and Theo yelled as he did so. `This is just for starters' laughed Martin, as he bent Theo over and placed his cock in the right position to pop Theo's butt. Swiftly he slid in, as Theo yelled, and then Martin started to vigorously pump fuck him. The crowd cheered and clapped as Theo took it. Ivan had got himself yet another drink, glorying in his triumph. But he turned to me and said, `Boss, how do I get commissions? All the losers who forfeit their briefs get paid, but not me.' `True, Ivan' I replied. `Maybe you should auction yourself off for someone to body worship you, instead of giving yourself to them for sex?' `Hell, yeah', grimaced Ivan. `No fag gets to have sex with a stud male like me. But if they want to show their appreciation of my body with their cheque books, that's fine by me.' I smiled. Ivan had no idea how much pleasure that would give to Eric and my mate Martin from Brighton. Both were passive, and both loved muscular men. I had a quick word with them, and they willingly agreed to buy Ivan's car between them -- and his body to worship. Ivan preened himself, while Martin and Eric got to work feeling his muscles. Ivan got a bit anxious as they slid their hands down over his butt and Eric even copped a quick feel of his crotch. `Hey fag, leave off there. That's only for chicks not fags like you', muttered Ivan. `I think not', I said. `They have paid for your body and they can appreciate it as they like.' Ivan glowered at me, but I noticed his crotch mound was growing. `OK, fags', he said, `worship your god...' Martin and Eric set to, fondling Ivan's butt and crotch and licking his exposed chest. Soon Ivan was in a haze of alcohol and sensual pleasure. He unzipped his pants, and tugged out a thick veined cock. `Go on', he smiled, `get your fag mouths around that.' Martin and Eric gave him a good double tongue basting, up and down his shaft, and Eric licked around his shaven balls as well. Soon Ivan began to groan and moan, and before long he shot at least eight thick spurts of cum into the air. Eric and Martin licked it up, rubbing their own crotches as they did so. `OK', I said. `Who's left? `Juan, Jean, Paulo, why aren't you making any sales? Juan laughed. `I think there' someone else you should include' he said. `No', I replied, `Steve has quit.' `No, boss, not Steve.' I think young Nick here is eager to give service to the Company.' I turned around. Nick was standing at the edge of the group, and blushed. `Is that so, Nick, do you want to try your hand at sales? Maybe you could take over Steve's car?' Nick grinned. `Sure, thanks, boss, that would be great.' Unlike most of my other sales team, I sensed that the thought of some steamy man sex was just as alluring to young Nick as the cash benefits. `OK', I said, `let's see you all in action. Get into the ring together, all four of you.' The crowd clapped as Juan, Jean, Paulo and Nick stepped forward. Bruce shouted out, `Come on Juan and Jean, give us another piss display, like you did at the board meeting.' Jean flushed red. Like the others, he had no idea that my guests had all seen the shots of him and Juan soaking each other's suits. `A good idea', I said. `I'm sure you all have some juice in your bladders. Go ahead, spray it at each other. Any clothes that get wet must then be removed.' Everyone laughed though Nick and Paulo looked a bit dismayed. But the atmosphere was charged and they obeyed. Each tugged out his cock, and stood waiting for their piss to flow. Juan was first, and he whooped as he hosed it over poor Nick and then directed some at Jean. Nick was unable to produce a drop in his embarrassment, and stood there as Paulo began to unload and jet his clear Italian piss onto him. Soon they were done. Nick was soaked. `OK', I said, `strip off, Nick, and let's see who gets your briefs.' There was a shove from behind me as Bart, Matthew and Bruce entered the ring, and stood by poor Nick who was stripping off his wet uniform. `Come on lad,' said Bart, `we''ll buy those briefs of yours. And your car. And you.' Nick has by now removed his uniform, slowly pulled down his tiny black briefs and handed them over. `OK', said Bart, `Let's inspect you. Hands behind your head.' Nick slowly obeyed, looking fearful. Bart, Matthew and Bruce slowly ran their hands all over his well primed fit young body. Bart reached his dick and lifted it slowly, letting it bounce in his hand. Nick winced as he realized it was swiftly lengthening and thickening. `You like that, huh?' asked Bart. Nick reddened as the others around laughed. Once Nick's cock was completely rigid, Bart pressed his shoulders down, forcing him to kneel in front of him. `OK, lad, time to pleasure me before we let you touch that hard cock of yours. Come on, show us what you can do.' He, Matthew and Bruce pulled out their cocks, and made Nick take each of them in his mouth, then licking the purple heads of several of their cocks pressed together. He moved his hands, but Bart ordered him to keep them behind his head. After a few minutes, Bart shot a wad of cum over Nick's nose and mouth, and Bruce and Matthew soon followed suit. Nick's face was dripping with hot American man cum. `OK, Nick, ` said Bart, `now you can... oh, I see it's too late. You've cum already you horny guy.' And indeed he had. Nick's cock was spewing gobs of thick white cum, without even being touched. The crowd around cheered and clapped, and Nick stood up, flushed with embarrassment. `Sorry, sir, sorry, I couldn't help it.' `OK, Nick, you're forgiven' laughed Bart. `But I think a horny young guy like you needs to learn some self control. You'll spend tonight with us all and we'll see if we can train you.' Everyone laughed. I turned around to see that Jean, Juan and Paulo were heavily petting and deep kissing, rubbing their wet suit crotches against each other. `OK, guys', I laughed. `Hot it up', let's see you get those wet clothes off.' As they tugged and pulled off their clothes, I playfully doused them in the oil that remained in the can. In the torchlight, their bodies glistened with sweat, piss and oil as they slicked and rubbed each other. The flames cast shadows of their engorged cocks as they jerked and sucked and licked. The crowd shouted them on and I watched with lust as they put on a magnificent show. Then I felt an arm on my shoulder. I turned around. Sven was behind me, smiling. My heart leapt a little. `Sven', I said `why didn't you participate in the games? I thought you would have been the first to enjoy them?' `Boss', said Sven softly, `I don't want any of the other guests. I want...' Then he tailed off. `Sven', I said, `I need a new manager for the UK. Would you like to relocate to London? There is more business here than in Scandinavia.' Sven grinned. `I sure would' `Just one condition', I said. `You live here. In my house. With me. In my bed.' Sven kissed me deeply, his tongue penetrating my mouth. I took that to be his answer.