Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2011 13:07:44 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, chapter 4 The Trap Chapter 4 Colby awoke at ten the next morning. The first thing he saw were the blue curtains blowing into the room through an open window. He could tell that this would be a nice day, at least in terms of the weather; then he remembered. "Fuck," Colby whispered, looking around the room. As far as he could tell, there was no sign of a 6'5 Scandinavian with the ass of a god anywhere in sight. Colby palmed his forehead with his hand. "What did I do?" he asked himself. "Did I... Did I really sleep with him?" Colby sat up in bed as the first step to heading into his private bathroom and getting ready for the day. As he sat up, he realised that he had a problem. Colby Junior was at full mast, making a tent in Colby's boxers, the bed sheets, and the thick wool bedspread. Colby shook his head. He had a private bathroom which opened off of his bedroom so the chances that one of the servants would see him at his "happiest" were low. If Helga, the maid, were to see him like this, it would certainly give her quite a shock, she might even die of the excitement, but the Fitzpatrick's were good employers: Helga had a large life insurance policy contributed to by the Fitzpatrick family so her heirs would be amply compensated if she had a heart attack, stroke, or ruptured aneurysm at the sight of Colby's dick. Colby got up and out of the bed. He grabbed his bath towel from the chair where it had been slung and walked toward the bathroom. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and Colby heard the sound of running water. As he approached more closely he noted the steam pushing impatiently out through the crack in the door. Colby, dressed only in a pair of tight-fitting black boxers, removed them; he pushed open the door and felt the heat even before he entered. The bathroom was as large as some people's apartments: there was a double sink to one's right as soon as one entered. Beyond this, there was a bathtub with golden fixtures in the center of the bathroom; even further beyond, there lie the shower surrounded by thick planes of shatterproof glass. The shower was large enough for three or four people, but presently, there stood only a single man within. Colby could not see him, but he could see the shape. Head and broud shoulders leaned forward, under the throbbing water from the shower head. This leaning position created a pronounced curve, leading from a wide back down to a narrower waist and, below, a large surprise: the thick, meaty ass of a powerlifter. The Scandinavian treasure that lay between strong, beefy thighs was shrouded in steam. Colby made his way toward the shower with strong, confident steps. There was no going back now. The room may have had a hidden camera, but after what they had done the night before, the feats of acrobatics that these two men had managed, did it really matter? Pulling open the glass door into the shower, Colby felt the heat and the sight within was revealed. The Norwegian turned to look at him, blue eyes full of hope, as he stepped into the shower. "You made it," he said. Colby stood behind the Norwegian and wrapped his arms around his powerful form. He rested his head on his shoulder. "Yup, I made it," he replied. "I thought you might sleep forever, like Sleeping Beauty." Colby did not reply. "Something bothers you," the Norwegian remarked. "You are very quiet. Do you regret last night?" "No," Colby replied. "No, of course not. It's just... I guess I am just not ready to deal with the consequences." "You mean having to see me the next morning?" the Norwegian laughed, and then he turned around. He put his hands on Colby's shoulder. "I'm not that bad." "I'm just not ready to walk into the conference room today and see the highlights of our fuck session last night." "Colby. Stop. Do you really think I taped it." Colby shrugged. "It doesn't matter," he said. The Norwegian felt something throb against his thigh. "You are still so excited, even after last night?" "Hey, I'm twenty," said Colby. "I'm always horny." The Norwegian reached forward and grabbed Colby's throbbing cock. He gripped it with the strong, calloused hands of the powerlifter. Colby tossed his head back in pleasure as Thor worked his simple dick squeeze into a regular jerking motion. Colby felt the first drop of precum ooze out of his dick. "Something that feels this good can't be wrong, can it?" "No," said Colby. "I don't care anymore. Fuck the stupid company." The Norwegian smiled and fell down to his knees. Colby ran his fingers through Thor's short blond hair. For Thor, that was all the encouragement he needed. He opened his mouth wide and with one simple motion took Colby's cock all the way down to the base, balls deep. "Oh my god," Colby whispered. He felt a shot of electricity as Thor sucked the precum out of his dick. Colby wobbled and had to steady himself by gripping the silver rods along the sides of the glass shower. Thor, still hungry, reached up and cupped Colby's meaty, rugger ass and pulled him forward. It was not possible for him to take Colby's cock any deeper, but he was evidently still hungry for more. Thor then pulled Colby's cock out of his mouth and slapped it several times against his face, to get it even harder. The sensation of the head of his dick rubbing against the short stubble on Thor's chin almost sent Colby over the edge. "God, where did you come from?" Colby asked. "Dude, you have to be a fucking spy. You're just too good." "You like that?" the Norwegian asked as he took Colby's cock back into his mouth. He hoovered Colby's dick like his life depended on it. Colby kept one hand on Thor's head and another on the shower rod to keep himself steady. For a moment, he seriously thought that he might injure himself. "Yeah, I love it," Colby replied to Thor's query. "Knulle meg," said the Norwegian. "Fuck my face." Colby put both hands on the back of the Norwegian's head, watching as the Scandinavian powerlifter, now down on all fours, closed his eyes to prevent any distractions. The sight of this huge guy down on his knees combined with the sensation he felt were more than enough to push Colby to release. When Thor, with Colby's cock still ramming against the back of his throat, managed to lap at the underside of his dick, Colby tossed his head back again and said: "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He felt the first shot of cum shoot out of dick and said: "I'm cumming! Fuck! Ah! Ah! I'm cumming!" Thor did not need to be told twice and he did not remove his mouth from Colby's cock, catching all of the cum that shot out. Colby seemed to have an endless supply for Thor to swallow and some of it escaped from the Norwegian's lips and trickled down the side of his face. When Colby was done, Thor stood up. Colby chuckled to himself at the sight of a thick string of cum hanging off of his chin. "Don't you feel that?" he asked. The Norwegian shrugged and slapped Colby on the ass. Colby leaned forward and licked his own cum off of Thor's stubbled chin. Approximately three hours later, Colby tentatively stepped out of the elevator of the Fitzpatrick Chemical headquarters and tread with slow steps toward the conference room. Today was the day that Chairman Gruder was slated to update the Board of Directors on the state of the merger between Fitzpatrick Chemical and Kobe-McNamara. Colby had spent the last three hours frantically phoning Arun to warn him: "Dude, you're probably going to see my dick shoot fireworks at this morning's meeting!" but the intern did not answer his mobile and refused to reply to any of Colby's numerous messages and texts. Colby arrived just as the meeting was about to begin, drawing the interested stares of the board members. At the head of the table stood Chairman Gruder, nervously clearing his throat, an action which surprised Colby. He had never seen the man demonstrate signs of angst. "Fuck," Colby thought. "This video must really be bad. Holy crap, what did we do, Thor?" As Colby's thoughts traveled to strange places he saw Arun suddenly appear beside him. "Arun!" said Colby in a loud whsper. "I've been calling you all morning, my dude!" "I know," said Arun. "What happened?" "I'm sick," Arun replied. "I have a cold." "Um... ok. Are you alright?" "No," said Arun, shaking his head. "I feel like death." "You look like death," Colby remarked. "You look like death right after it's had back surgery." "What?" "Nevermind," said Colby. "I have something to tell you." "I figured you did since you left like fifteen messages on my phone." "Well, yeah... sorry about that." "What is it, spoiled yuppy? You need me to drop your Porsche off at the rich white boy car wash in San Jose?" "Shut up, Arun. This is serious." "Okay... what is it?" "My Mom winked at me this morning," Colby began, his mind so caught up in a flurry of fear, anxiety, and shame that he did not say what he was intending to. "Does your Mom... um... not usually wink at you in the morning?" asked Arun, visibly perplexed. "No, I think it's because she slept with Thor and she knows... wait," and Colby shook his head. "That wasn't what I wanted to tell you." "Shhhh," said Arun. "Chairman Gruder is about to say something. The meeting is about to begin." "Here it comes," whispered Colby. "Gentleman," began Chairman Gruder, straightening his read Gucci "power tie". "Gentleman, I have an important video to show you." Colby shifted in his seat and put his face in his hands. "...but before that," Gruder continued, "I have an important announcement to make." "Gruder knows that we found out about his man-stress, Miss Demeanor," Colby heard one of the board members whisper. Colby could not help but chuckle at that. "A very important announcement, in fact, and one that will not come as a surprise to many of you, unfortunately. I know that many of you expect to hear that we are merely days away from a completed union with what I have always regarded as a sister corporation: Kobe-McNamara." A hush of silence passed over the room. Had something gone wrong with the merger? "Alas, I must inform you that we have experienced an unfortunate snag in the negotiations. The SEC has decided to launch an investigation into the specifics of the holdings of both companies and the merger thus has been delayed." "Indefinitely?" asked one of the board members. "Not indefinitely," Gruder replied, "but for the time being. We are looking at, at least, a couple of weeks here." There were groans and protestations among the board. Several board members stood up and looked ready to walk out of the board room. "This is bad," said Arun. "The worst is yet to come," said Colby. "What do you mean?" "Just wait." At that very moment, Gruder, realizing that he was losing his audience, picked up the remote to the digital television behind him and turned it on. "Wait," said Gruder. "Wait!" he shouted. "It looks like you are all taking this more severely than I anticipated. There are always snags in a merger of this caliber: a union to create one of the largest international pharmaceutical companies in the world. But... but there is something else which I must show you. I have a video that you must see, which shall change everything. It shall alter the future of this corporation and its leadership." Chairman Gruder pressed "play" and Colby turned white as a sheet. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Usual disclaimers apply. Thanks John in Minnesota for the Norwegian! I shall try to post more frequently now that I have a little more time. Please, as usual, e-mail me with corrections (I know there will be a lot for this particular chapter), comments, and the like. Thanks for the support, dudes and dudettes!]