Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 23:56:43 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 5 Colby held his head in his hands as Chairman Gruder fumbled with the play button on the projector remote. It seemed that time had come to a standstill; in Colby's mind, he would later compare it to that moment in sex right before he cums, dick pulsating, his white sticky cum only moments away from release. "Are you alright?" Arun asked, looking over at Colby. "You look like Captain Hook just gave you a handjob. Whatever I have, I don't think it's that contagious." "It's not that... it's just..." Colby shook his head. "I just want to die right now." "Prepare yourself, gentlemen," said Chairman Gruder, straightening his tie in an uncharacteristic demonstration of nerves. "This video is rather alarming and is not for the faint of heart." One of the boardmembers, Mr. Matsumoto, placed down the pad that he had been using to jot down notes and scooted his buttocks forward in his chair in anticipation. Mr. Matsumoto was known among the board for his eagerness. "What could it be?" asked one boardmember of another. "Please, God," Colby pleaded in a quiet whisper. "This can't be happening. Kill me, now!" "I can hardly contain my excitement!" said the handsome, but abrasive, Mr. Collier with a wide grin. "This is like Monday Night Football." The words "this is not for the faint of heart" echoed in Colby's mind. "Are you prepared, gentlemen?" asked Mr. Gruder, as something appeared on the previously black screen. Suddenly: "Oh... Oh yeah! My dick tastes good, right? All that sweat from doing squats at the gym. Lick it! Lick my balls, too!" "Oh my sweet Jesus," whispered Mr. Collier. "What are we hearing?!" shouted another boardmember. The video was blurry and all that the senses could detect, initially, were muffled sounds: sounds of a sensual nature. "Lick my hairy balls!" "What you are hearing," Mr. Gruder began, "is the audio for a video captured during a recent flight aboard a Kobe-McNamara jet. In a moment, some of you will recognize the face of one of the men involved in this tryst." "Lick those balls, bitch! Oh yeah!" Colby had already recognized Troy's voice, so he assumed that he must be the one giving the blow job at this point in the video. What on Earth was he going to do when the board members recognized his face? He contemplated sneaking out a backdoor of the boardroom, but something in him compelled him to remain. "Suck it! Suck it! SUCK IT! That's it. Yeah! I know you can taste my precum. I'm leaking like crazy. Swallow it, bitch! Swallow every last salty drop!" "God, Troy's kind of an asshole," thought Colby to himself. Afterward, Troy became quiet as t first shot of cum coarsed out of his dick and into Colby's mouth. The sound of someone struggling to swallow all of the cum was heard along with Troy's moans and grunts. Fortunately for Colby, his face had not yet become visible. All that could be seen on the projector was Troy's six-pack abs and the blond treasure trail that snaked down to his thick tangle of pubes. Colby could recognize that beautiful bush anywhere. Suddenly, movement was seen on the screen as the two men involved in the sex acts shifted places. In their motions, they shook the angle of the camera and suddenly a face was seen. The face was square and handsome, in an Abercrombie and Fitch fashion, with deep set eyes and full lips set in a permanent smirk. That sort of "I know I'm hot and you're dying to suck my dick" type of face. Seconds later, this handsome face opened its mouth wide and a veiny, pulsating cock was shoved in. "Sweet Mary, Jesus, and Joseph!" shouted Mr. Collier. "That's a big dick!" "Yes, yes it is," whispered Mr. Matsumoto, so low that only a couple of people heard it. "Wait a minute," said Mr. Collier, a look of recognition appearing on his face. "Holy crap, does he know I'm in the video?" wondered Colby. "I know who that is," Mr. Collier continued. "That's Troy McNamara!" "Troy McNamara of Kobe-McNamara? The son of the president?" asked one of the board members. "Yep, that's him," Mr. Collier affirmed. "I saw him at the preliminary merger talks a couple of months ago. I would recognize that face anywhere!" The boardmembers were so engrossed in the video that they did not notice Mr. Matsumoto turn white as a sheet and begin to slump in his chair. "Yeah, Troy," said the voice in the video. "Suck my fat dick. Your mouth feels so good around my dick. Better than any pussy I ever had." Colby did not notice that Arun shot a quick look over at him as those last words in the video were heard. "Who is the other man in the video?" asked Mr. Collier. "I cannot say," Chairman Gruder replied. "You cannot say or you don't want to?" "I don't know. I would tell you if I knew but the voices are so muffled and the face of the other man never becomes visible." Colby breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "I got lucky this time," he thought to himself. "Gruder doesn't realize it's me in the video!" Troy voice was heard again, moments later. "Your dick tastes so good," he said. "I love it. I fucking love it." And then a loud slurp was heard as Troy shoved Colby's cock back in his mouth. Later: "I'm gonna cum! Holy shit, I'm gonna cum! Ah! Ah! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" The video clearly demonstrated Troy's adam's apple moving up and down repeatedly as he struggled to swallow all of the cum. There was so much cum that some of it coarsed down his face and hung in a glob from his chin. When the receiver was done cumming, he gave Troy a grateful pat on the head and tussled his hair. Troy smled up at the camera. Immediately after that, the screen turned black. Chairman Gruder turned off the projector and the board members all looked around at one another, to gauge the collective reaction to the scenes they had just witnessed videographically. Mr. Collier shook his head disapprovingly. "Mr. Matsumoto?" asked one of the boardmembers, suddenly noticing the businessman slumped in a heap, half hanging out of his chair. "There's something wrong with Mr. Matsumoto." The boardmembers gathered around. "I think Mr. Matsumoto might have ruptured another aneurysm!" said one of them. "The same thing happened last year when we showed him the part of the Christmas video where one of his daughter's boobs slipped out of her dress!" "It's alright!" yelled Colby, pushing the other board members out of the way. "I know what to do. Someone get me a straw!" "He doesn't need a tracheotomy, you idiot," said Arun. The intern crouched down to the floor, his face only inches above the stricken board member. "Mr. Matsumoto, do you know where you are?" The businessman had blinked a couple of times to the sound of Colby's boisterous voice. "Ye... Yes," whispered Mr. Matsumoto. "I am at the Honolulu Hilton, right? We just had lobster tail." "No, Mr. Matsumoto," Arun replied. "Think harder. You are wearing a suit and tie..." "I'm at work!" shouted Mr. Matsumoto, shaking himself awake. "I work at FitzPatrick Chemical. I'm a member of the board!" "That's right." "We are having a meeting." "Yes." "...and we just finished watching a very disturbing video. There were very large erect penises involved." Arun stifled a laugh and looked away for a moment, then he replied: "Yes, Mr. Matsumoto. Something like that. Can I get you a drink of water?" "Do you have scotch?" "We don't have scotch," Arun answered, "but we have Jack Daniels." Arun spoke into his headset to one of the secretaries: "Anita, bring a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks! Stat!" Soon afterward, Mr Matsumoto was able to rise to his feet and walk out of the boardroom, with assistance, where he was escorted to a waiting ambulance. He was taken to a nearby hospital for routine tests. As Mr. Matsumoto was being escorted out, Mr. Collier, the most vocal member of the board and Gruder's chief rival for preeminence among their peers, stood up and said: "You have some explaining to do, Mr. Chairman." "Do I?" the Chairman replied. "Gruder, was that really necessary?" asked Hank Collier. "Why would you play a video of an illicit nature for the board that does not directly relate to board business?" There were grunts and other demonstrations of affirmation throughout the board room. "What good could it possibly do," Collier continued, "to show a video that involves Troy McNamara, who is not even a stockholder in this company?" "If Kobe-McNamara merges with FitzPatrick Chemical," Gruder began, looking flustered, "then this is a tool we can use to leverage for more favorable stock options for our stockholders. This is data... this is material that is critical for our powerplay with Kobe-McNamara..." "But you said yourself," another board member cut in, "that the merger is shelved indefinitely. Is it worth risking the lives of boardmembers just for shock value or to gain more favorable terms for a merger that might never occur?" "Indeed," Gruder resumed, "with this evidence we might even leverage for members of our company to take all of the top executive positions in the merged corporation. Do you even realize..." "Perhaps Mr. Gruder wanted Mr. Matsumoto, or all of us, out of the way. He knows that a video... of this nature... would be shocking." Mr. Collier placed his briefcase over his crotch to hide the hard-on poking forward so firmly that it was actually forcing down the zipper of his trousers. "That's ridiculous," said Gruder. "I had no way of knowing that this sort of reaction would occur." "But you knew about Mr. Matsumoto's prior stroke?" "Well, yes, but..." "Then should not the Chairman of the Board of a major corporation like ours know to be more careful? To be honest with you Gruder, I believe all of those years you spent with your man-stress, Miss Demeanor, in Bangkok desensitized you to what ordinary fellows like ourselves would find shocking. I daresay nothing shocks you!" Gruder blanched and opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. "The tide has turned," Colby whispered to Arun. "Gruder's losing it. The board is losing faith in him." "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked Mr. Collier. "I... I would just like to say," and Gruder walked over to Arun and put an arm around him. "I would just like to note what wonderful interns we have on our staff. This intern here possibly saved Mr. Matsumoto's life. This Aaron... Aaron Acheson..." "It's Arun," the intern corrected. "Arun Agarwhal." "What? It's alright, young man. I know your name. No need to be humble. This Aaron Acheson is such a stellar intern and we are all just so glad to have him with us. You shall have to take us to a nice Indian restaurant one of these days, Aaron. I just love curry and I am sure you do, too." "Now I know why you have a problem with white people," Colby would tell Arun later than night. "Curry is just so yummy, one of the greatest inventions of the Indian people, I must say," Chairman Gruder continued. "Curry and the Taj Mahal. Two wonderful inventions. If we do, in fact, merge with Kobe-McNamara I suggest expanding the business intern program, doubling it, so that we can mentor more young men like Aaron here. We have a responsibility to uplift the people of the Third World, including such admirable brown people like Aaron. Everyone please join me in giving Aaron a round of applause." To Colby's surprise, the members of the board all rose to their feet and began to applaud Arun. Colby was not surprised because he felt that Arun did not deserve the recognition, but it was strange to see a bunch of stodgy, disgruntled old men honor a young intern like Arun in such a fashion. Colby would later realize that this honor likely had more to do with the board's affection for Mr. Matsumoto than it did any sort of true appreciation of Arun. Later that night, Colby was reclining on Arun's futon, wearing his usual sleep attire: a beat-up old rugby outfit. "Arun, do you know how incredible you are?" Colby asked. "I mean, do you really know?" "Actually, yes. Yes, I do. It's just you white people..." "Alright, alright, Arun. Don't go there. Not tonight." "Fine." "I'm actually in a really good mood." "Could it be because no one on the board realized that the mystery man with the long gullet was you?" asked Arun. "You mean: 'The mystery man with the humongous dick...' Wait a minute... You knew it was me." "I would recognize that yuppie snarl anywhere." "Snarl? I snarl, Arun." "Well, not really. I was just being a jerk." "As usual." Arun decided that now was the time to call attention to Colby's attire. "Dude, what are you wearing?" he asked. "Did you really change into your old rugby gear while I was in the bathroom?" "Yup," Colby replied. "My butt looks really good in this and I wanted you to see." Colby playfully flipped over on the futon and crouched on all fours so that his backside was sticking out toward Arun. Colby clearly was not wearing any underwear and the outline of his large, muscular butt was visible through the tight-fitting white shorts of the uniform. Below the shorts were Colby's strong, hairy legs leading down to firm, muscular calves. Try though he might, Arun could not help but picture Colby undressing and showering naked with his rugby mates in the locker room. A bunch of big, beefy sweaty jocks standing under the shower heads, their close-cropped hair sticking to their foreheads, the water coarsing down to their fat semi-hard cocks. And standing right in the middle of the evil Princeton jock rugby locker room was Colby, the hottest of all: hairy legs, beefy butt, pulsating cock. "I have to go," said Arun, and he ran back to the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later looking very calm and Colby laughed. "What did you think about?" Colby asked. "What do you mean 'what did you think about'?" "To get the hard-on to go down," Colby added. "Did you think about seeing your grandma naked or something." "You... you saw..." "Yeah, Arun, I saw that your dick was hard," Colby interrupted. "I have to say, bro, you're no slouch when it comes to the dick department. Damn, Arun. I guess those rumors about Asians and small..." "If you finish that sentence," Arun began, picking up one of the pillows off of the floor." "What? You're going to hit me in the face with a pillow. Oh! I'm so scared. I'm so scared I just might wet..." PLOP! Colby was slapped hard in the face with a pillow by Arun and fell off of the side of the futon. When he got back on the futon a few seconds later, his face was red and he had genuine tears in his eyes. "Arun, that really hurt! Why would you do that?" Arun laughed and gave Colby a hug. "I'm sorry, bro. That hug is my apology." "I want an apology that involves two naked people in this bed." "Don't push your luck, buddy." "Alright," said Colby, "but you at least have to let me spend the night. These are my "I'm a cute rugby player and I want to spend the night at your place' pajamas." "Ah, so that's what they are..." "Yup." And Colby and Arun had another night like they had had before. Arun, hesitant to let Colby spend the night, fell asleep in Colby's arms. He felt warm. He felt safe. What you saw was what you got with Colby. Arun knew Colby back and front, but what Colby did not know was that it was Arun that had all the secrets. [TO BE CONTINUED] [The usual disclaimers apply here. I apologize for the wait, but unfortunately life doesn't take a break just because you really want to write. Anyone want to invent a "Life Pause Button"? That would be so awesome. Thanks, guys.]