ApolloBiotech

Eli told me during my breakfast protein shake that Camille confided in her that she felt distance between us and was paranoid that I might have been cheating on her. Sorry Eli uses he/him pronouns so Camille confided this to him, not a her.

My best friend, Eli, my girlfriend, Camille and myself live in a co-living warehouse of creative and eclectic individuals in the seedy part of SOMA. 

Eli is a seamstress, um actually seamster since he’s a tranny, and owns a tattoo and piercing business on the ground floor of our apartment building. I haven’t taken her up, I mean, I haven’t yet taken him up on his offer for any tattoos. I like being able to feign anonymity should any number of my high count of DMs decide to leak my no-face-cropped nudes of my jock body. Eli and I get along so well because we have the same taste in women.

Camille is a French House DJ and body positivity influencer who I met at EDC. We make a great couple, probably one of the most envied Asian Male White Female couples to anyone who’s seen us. We can’t do better than each other. I’m a handsome stud, but my height limits me from scoring anyone hotter than Camille while Camille’s weight and age limit her from getting anyone taller than me. Yes, she's a cougar but my salt & peppering award me a vibe of maturity. She isn’t fat but she can probably get modeling sponsorships if she dropped some weight. On her end, she gets this rock hard man candy out of the deal. On my end, Camille’s full figure does have its perks. It’s so sexy when her jiggly thighs crush my skull when I’m eating her out or when she occasionally lets me titty-fuck her juicy breasts. 

People have a prejudice against a tech bro like me, thinking I'd live in Frat Mason or the Marina. I’d like to think that I belong in this co-living warehouse also since consider myself as a creative type too. I perform pro-wrestling in Oakland (the entertainment kind not the serious competition kind).

It really pissed me off that Camille bitched to someone outside of our relationship about our personal issues. She was being paranoid because I didn’t even have the stamina to cheat on her considering my balls were working double duty dumping cum into her while also being drained by my boss Doug. Truthfully, the latter part is a consequence having cheated on Camille in the past.

I thanked Eli for giving me the heads up and went to see if Camille was awake to apologize. I couldn’t mess things up with her because my Singapore commission alone, without a promotion, wasn’t enough to get me out of the financial hole I’m in with her dealer contacts. She was still asleep so I gave a kiss on the forehead and gave the cat in her arms a tickle before heading out of the apartment, through the alley homeless encampment, left on 7th St., down to HQ in Mission Bay.

The zoom call from my treadmill standing desk with healthcare mogul Perdana Saleh went really well. He didn’t seem to have any clue about my sexual misconduct with his daughter. He indicated he would likely sign the deal where ApolloBiotech had priority opportunity to stock his boutique luxury hospital in Dubai with lab equipment.

I knew the short fat VP of Sales, was watching my wide flared back under my dress shirt and my round protruding ass globes under my dress pants because he recognized when my meeting ended and called me into his office to debrief. After I gave him the positive news, he told me that while I was an asshole of a human being, I was also a suave and charming sales man. Doug triggered his office windows to frost. My stomach knotted up because I knew what was coming next, a posing and molesting session for his delight.

Doug held life-ruining dirt on me so the only position I was in was to let Doug do exactly what he wanted with my hard jock body. “I know your role models Andrew Tate and Elon Musk inspire your drive to work toward your goals,” Doug started sharing while I offered a pec dance to his greedy hot dog fingers. “I’ve achieved one of my own ever since seeing your application to intern here, to get my hands on your delicious hard body as my muscle boytoy,” Doug punctuated his victory by digging his thumb into my adonis belt. He discovered this erogenous zone on the last day of my free life and had been using it ever since as a hot wire to chub my dick. I couldn't fault him for coveting my jock body since I intentionally used it to tease him to hire me on from my internship. 

As an intern, I always offered my services to carry heavy equipment for him or to reach things he couldn't. I presented my hard muscles by the fake subconscious flexing of my protruding pecs and big biceps. I pretended not to notice Doug leering so he wasn't ashamed to linger for a long time.

“Last night I told my husband I remembered from your resume you were on the high school wrestling team. And we toyed with the idea you might like to role play as that wrestling hunk, John Cena.” Despite being disgusted that my bulging muscles were being caressed, and that my spanish stallion balls were being massaged, by this faggot, I was chuffed that Doug knew a wrestling reference. But Doug got this wrong. I respected John Cena as a business man but he’s no longer an alpha male stud since he’s so old and plays a gay superhero on TV. 

“We’ve loved you entertaining us at our home with your rock hard muscles the last few times but my husband is asking for a favor, so I’m commanding a requirement. When you come over to our house this evening bring your high school wrestling singlet.” I was thankful to be dismissed from this session before it devolved into me without a shirt and my pants stuffed with my sticky tie like it had been the previous sessions.

Doug and his husband, Douglas, are a San Francisco interracial power couple. While Doug was a short, fat, white, tech startup executive, Douglas was a tall (probably 6’, my app height), slender, and black president of an LGBT non-profit. They live in a Victorian (or maybe it’s an Edwardian, I’m no architecture-phile) on Douglass St. in the Castro/Upper Market/Noe Valley area. Their house was much nicer than mine and the neighborhood didn't have homeless fentanyl addicts strewn across the side walks.

While Douglas was a co-conspirator to my blackmail bondage as a shared muscle boytoy, he was always at least a little nicer than Doug about the situation. I also respected him more since he achieved the role as president of an organization. He offered me a protein shake, which we both knew was dosed with the secret ApolloBiotech drug that would make me hot, bothered and susceptible to persuasion. Doug had me change into musky workout attire which lived at their house and were never washed: my now not-so-white t-shirt, that Doug stole on the first day of my servitude; a jock strap; black soccer shorts, gray compression socks and red athletic shoes. 

They had me do a cycle of free weights, pushups, sit-ups, oblique twists and lunges in their heated athletic studio. When my large muscles were pumped and my shirt was marinated in sweat they brought me to their third floor balcony. They normally would chain my glistening sweaty jock body to tan while they take turns lubing my up jacked muscles with tanning oil. My skin easily picks up a gorgeous gold tone from my Gaelic Spanish and Chinese heritage. 

This time, they ordered me to change into my high school wrestling singlet. I haven’t worn it in years considering it was already was snug 35 lbs less of muscle ago. While giving an ordered flex show as a role played wrestler, they giggled in faggy joy over how low the neck scoop stretched. It barely covered my lower abs and and belly button and the faggots loved how my body hair spilled over the edges. I was furious at their humiliation and wanted to run, but couldn’t make a move to bolt from this house since I wasn’t given permission. Even without the drug blockage, Doug also lorded dirt that could tank my career, ruin my honor and send me to prison, to prevent me from knocking his teeth in for squeezing my balls hard.

I wondered how many other men they’ve owned in this predicament, considering the existing infrastructure that was an unwilling victim of. The balcony had an X frame which faces out to to the backyards of neighboring houses. The Dougs’ shrugged off my wrestling straps over my boulder shoulders and hand cuffed my wrists to the top of the X frame. They hand cuffed my ankles to the bottom of the X too. To restrain me further, leather straps were secured around my mounded biceps, my ham thighs, and under my pec shelf pushing out my areolas and nipples. There wasn’t any give anywhere. 

Douglas lit a joint and offered me a hit. My drugs are typically limited to molly, recreationally, and coke, professionally, because I worry about THC paranoia and munchies forcing me to eat over my macros. I accepted the hit to ease my mind from my bondage. My paranoia kicked into over drive when I heard whistling-of-approval coming from one of the neighbors. I begged the Dougs’ to humiliate me inside of their house instead of out in the open. Doug told me to relax and covered my head with a nylon hood for anonymity. 

They both undressed and proceeded to molest my jacked body with their hands and mouths while I could see more figures of neighbors moving through the hood. The Dougs whispered objectifying flatteries to me, how sexy they found each one of my hard body parts. “Cantaloupe biceps,” “Bible pecs,” “Beach ball ass,” “Beer keg thighs.” My flushed hot face soaked my hood in sweat and sweat rolled down my flushed hot chest and abs pooling at my adonis belt where my singlet is bunched. Each Doug drained a side of my sensitive sex gutters slurping the salty perspiration. The sensation made me ashamedly rock hard. 

Doug unrolled a yoga mat at my feet and laid down. Douglas pushed my singlet down to my strapped thighs and freed my hard cock from the jock strap. He lubed my cock with a piquant eucalyptus and mint lube and backed into me until my tip hit his pleasure button. He spit-roasted himself bending over to take Doug in his mouth. What a show these neighbors got. A short fat white beta male sucked off by his slender black husband who was self-impaled on an unwilling golden tanned alpha male. 

Doug shot his load up Douglas’ throat at the same time Douglas reached his own hands free orgasm from riding himself on my dick. His ass undulations squeezed my own load right out of me. My moans-of-pleasure carried to the cheering neighbors. I collapsed as much as my restraints would allow.