Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:56:26 +0200 From: mike strauss Subject: increasing sales part 5 INCREASING SALES -- PART 5 Thanks for waiting for this episode, guys. I had a good time in South Africa -- some very sexy guys there, and of course the sight of all those hot macho soccer players as well as some of their fans turned me on big time. But that's another story. Let's return to my business in London and the ways I keep the sales managers performing at their best. This episode may not be to everyone's taste, but there are lots of other devious devices that I have up my sleeve for future episodes. As before, tell me what you think -- and get some pics of the guys in return. Email me at suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk It was time for the next London sales meeting. The recession appeared to be lessening and the monthly turnover had been pretty good in all regions, doubtless helped by my original methods of getting the managers to keep their sales figures high. The threat of getting their arses tanned in front of all the others certainly kept them on their toes. The images of Theo getting a bare butt strapping and Karl's caning and subsequent forced strip were well engraved on their minds. So I decided to vary things this time. As my trip to Vilnius had showed, when Vlad and Ivan wrestled butt naked to shoot their cum, even the straightest amongst them were prepared to do some pretty hot stuff for me in return for sales. These young guys in their 20s and 30s were so ambitious -- and greedy -- that they would put up with my demands, even though they all had girl friends or wives (and often both at once). It amused me to see how far I could go with them. After all, I'd selected them not only for their abilities as salesmen but also for their masculine and muscular good looks. I found them especially hot in the tight fitting suits I made them wear. They all trooped in, joking and back slapping each other, but also looking a little nervous as might be expected after the butt whippings they'd seen at our last couple of meetings. They remained tense throughout the meeting, waiting for the sales figures. But when we got to this last item on the agenda, I relaxed them straight away. `You've all performed well this month, guys', I said `So who gets to have his arse whipped, Boss?', asked Kurt, the blond and muscular German manager. `Why, Kurt', I replied, `are you worried that those firm butt cheeks of yours are going to get another going over?'. Some of the other guys laughed, while Kurt blushed at the memory of being forced to drop his suit trousers and briefs in front of all the guys. `Yes, Boss', he said. `It took a week for those fucking cane whip marks to heal. I couldn't shower at the gym with those on me.' I saw Sven lick his lips at this, and knew just what he was thinking. How he would have loved to see Kurt's naked and wet body in a shower, or better still, given him more licks with his leather belt. `Don't worry', I said. `You've all done well this month. We'll have lunch, but I still need to discuss a special new strategy plan so we'll stay here in the board room.' A couple of in-house staff brought in plates of food and crates of juices and beers. `This is sensitive planning', I said, `so we don't want anyone barging in.' Then I locked the doors behind them and pocketed the key. I encouraged all the guys to eat and drink while we carried on discussing marketing strategies. After about thirty minutes the expected happened. Jean, the French sales manager got up. `I won't be long', he said, `I've got to go to the bathroom'. `I think not', I said. `Not until we're done with these discussions.' `But Boss', he said, `it's pretty desperate. I drunk a lot of coffee this morning and some beer at lunch.' `Too bad', I replied. You need to show you can exert some self-control. Cross your legs.' Jean looked furious, but sat down again. I made no secret of eyeing up the well-filled crotch in the fairly tight charcoal grey suit trousers he was wearing. He was tall, well-built and, like all my salesmen very sexy with smoldering good looks. Right now he was smoldering in other ways. It made my cock twitch at the sight of his discomfort and the thought of his very full bladder. Then Juan, the sexy and cocky Spanish manager, spoke up. `Boss, I think we all need a comfort break. I could do with a piss too right now.' Several of the others nodded in agreement. I smiled. `Time for some training, gentlemen', I said. `You all need some self-discipline. If you were in important sales negotiations right now with rival bidders in the room, you couldn't go off to the bathroom and leave the field to them. So hold it in guys.' `But, Sir', said Jean, `my bladder is aching really badly. I don't think I can. I'll piss myself soon. I might need to water your plants in a new way!' Some of the other guys laughed. But his words, coming out of his sexy mouth, made my cock harden. `You do as you're told', I said. `And I'll fire you if you dare to piss on my plants!' The idea of the guys bursting in their suits and unable to relieve the pressure turned me on. They were all now acutely aware of their cocks -- or rather their bladders, which was almost as arousing to me. As usual, I thought of how this could become fun. `Come on, Boss' said Juan, `give us a break.' `No', I replied, `you need discipline, all of you. But how about some creative team work as well?' The guys looked puzzled. Only Sven was grinning. He knew just how my mind works after I'd drilled his tight virgin butt in Vilnius. His cock was beginning to bulge in his pants. `I'll unlock the door, but only after one of you has pissed in his pants -- in front of all the rest. So it's up to you to decide when you can get out of here. The quicker someone pisses his nice smart suit, the sooner you can go. But not on my carpet. And, by the way, just to make it extra tough on the guy who bursts himself, I'll be filming it on my phone camera.' There were groans around the room. `Gee, Boss, you make us do some kinky stuff', said Ivan the muscle god from Russia who had spurted his cum all over Vlad's handsome face on my hotel bedroom floor in Vilnius. But I noticed that he was grinning as he spoke. The thought of one of them humiliating himself by soaking his suit with piss clearly appealed to him. `So', said Kurt, `which of you two guys is it going to be? Jean or Juan? Hurry up, either way, or we'll all be wetting ourselves.' `No ways' said Jean. And Juan similarly shook his head. `You'll have to make us do that.' It was the wrong thing to say. Kurt leapt up and grabbed Juan's arms, pulling them behind his chair. He then pulled the chair back revealing Juan's legs spread wide, his crotch bulging. `Go on, damn you, spill your piss, then we can all get to the bathroom! Come on guys, help me encourage him!' Several of the others laughed and then Ivan and Vlad both moved in. They grabbed Juan's legs, so he couldn't move them. I was getting rock hard, seeing Juan's sturdy thighs pulled apart. But it got better. Vlad, straight, muscular, gorgeous Vlad, started moulding Juan's crotch with his hands. `That's it, Vlad', said Kurt, `press hard on his bladder. Squeeze the piss out of him!' Juan was groaning and struggling, but he could do nothing to prevent Vlad who was pressing hard on his crotch, just above the ample bulge of Juan's cock and balls. `Fuck ,no, man, don't make me do it!', Juan screamed. Jean was meanwhile looking mighty relieved that Juan and not he was the object of attention. So I thought I'd liven things up a bit more. `Why don't you submit Jean to the same treatment', I said, `let's see who has the most self control.' No sooner said than done. Theo grabbed Jean and pinioned him as he stood, and Steve started moulding Jean's crotch, squeezing him hard on his bladder. The sight of these straight guys working over Jean and Juan's hot suit-clad packages was one of the hottest I'd seen. Then Sven, who was clearly as aroused as I was by this, had an idea. `Hey, guys, maybe they won't wet themselves. But how about we get them to hose each other down?' There were guffaws of laughter. `But no mess on the boss's carpet', said Kurt. `How do we prevent that?' Sven grinned. `Get Juan up out of that chair', he said. `Now keep a tight hold of them both and make them stand facing each other.' The others quickly did as he said, despite Juan and Jean's struggles. `Closer, press them together', said Sven. Juan and Jean found themselves pinioned by the other guys, their chests and legs jammed together. And, sexily, their crotches. Then, grinning widely, Sven knelt down. He pushed his hands between the crotches of the captive guys, and tugged down their zippers. Both men struggled, but were held tightly by the others. Then Sven put his hands into their packages and drew out two beautiful long thick cocks. `How's that help, Sven?', said Kurt. `They'll piss all over the boss's carpet.' `Yeah', I said. `And if they do, Kurt, you're going to vacuuming it up -- with your tongue!' Sven laughed. Then he took Jean's cock and jammed it into the front of Juan's pants. Juan's cock twitched, and Sven pulled it down and into the front of Jean's tight blue briefs. Then he pulled the suit pants back up. `Hold them tight together' he said. `Now, lads, you can let go at last and drench each other. Unless of course you like the feel of your cocks rubbing into each other's crotches so much you want to stay that way for a while?' Jean blushed and Juan almost spat at Sven. But there was nothing they could do. `OK, Jean' said Juan. Sorry, but I can't hold it any longer.' And with that he let out a loud groan. There was silence, and then Jean yelled, ` Hey, stop him. He's pissing inside my pants, he's wetting my balls!' Sure enough a stain appeared inside Jean's tight suit bulge as Juan let out a hot stream of pent-up piss. It soon made its way down the leg, and since the two guys were held so tightly together, it spread around the top of both their thighs. `Fuck, I'm going to let go too', cried Jean and he yelled out as his cock spurted a stream of clear warm piss all over the front of Juan's suit pants. He jerked away and held his cock up, spraying the front of Juan's shirt so that the wet cotton became almost transparent and stuck to Juan's muscled chest. Kurt let go, and Jean continued spraying his load right into Juan's face. Clear streams of piss jetted over his dark hair and eyebrows, dripping onto his nose and into his mouth. The other guys were roaring with laughter at the sight. Juan's cock now hung out of his pants, dripping his last few drops onto -- yes, my carpet. I pretended to be furious. `Kurt', I barked, `what did I tell you? You've let Juan spill some of his piss juice onto my carpet. Get down there and lick it up!' What?' stammered Kurt, `you've got to be joking boss'. Sven smiled. `You now the boss means what he says, Kurt', he said. Kurt glared at him. But he knew I was in control. Slowly he knelt in front of the wet stain on the floor. Then as the other guys whooped, he bent over and lapped it up. `What's it taste like, Kurt?", laughed Vlad. `Schnapps?' Kurt got up, his task done. `No, like tequila' he grinned. I love these guys. They are straight as a die, but they will submit to whatever kinky games I devise for them. They know that if they do, I'll take care of them. Right now, there was only one thing they wanted. `Will you unlock the door now, please boss', said Ivan. `We are all bursting after that little exhibition. Except Juan and Jean of course!' I let them out and there was a rush down the corridor. Jean and Juan stayed behind, busy wiping the worst of each other's piss off their trousers, but a large wet stain covered their crotches and legs. I went to my desk and pulled out my cheque book. Then I wrote out a large cheque for each of them. `Go buy yourselves some new clothes' I said. `And see it as a kind of bonding'. Juan smiled, then slapped Jean on the back. `It was OK, boss', he said. `Maybe Jean and I will get to like it. And it was most amusing to see Kurt licking up my piss off the floor.' These guys are great. I put my arms around each of them. Their wet crotches rubbed against me. Then the unbelievable happened. Juan put his hand on my tented crotch and slowly started rubbing it. You like that, boss? Come on Jean let's show the boss there are no hard feelings.' So here I was, two hot suited young executives who had just given a forced piss display jerking me off. Needless to say, I obliged them...