Real Estate Pleasures

The Builders

The agency had recently been given the task of selling a property that needed refurbishment before being listed. It had potential, but was lacking in presentation. It was a daunting responsibility; Gavin had to ensure the sale went smoothly, and also manage the renovation process. 
Gavin recalled two reliable builders who had worked for him previously – Tony, an experienced builder, and his apprentice, Mark. He had some doubts about their attitude, yet he knew reliable builders were not easy to find. Despite his apprehensions, Gavin decided to give them another chance.

As the days went on, Gavin observed their work closely, taking note of every detail. 

And so Tony and Mark found themselves immersed in the midst of their labor that morning. They were hard workers - not afraid of physical exertion or strains. However, by midday they found themselves taking a respite. As they paused, they looked around at the progress.

"Pretty good for a morning's work" said Tony. "That's a great job you've done over there" he remarked looking at a patch of fresh plaster.

Tony was somewhere in his mid forties. He stood at an impressive height, his physique was bulky and muscular, the sun had given him a deep tan. His hair, which once flowed freely, now showed signs of receding and was closely cropped to his skull. It's fair color matched his closely trimmed beard.

"Thanks, I'll do the other side later" replied Mark

He was considerably younger, barely into his twenties. His stature wasn't overwhelming; he was shorter than Tony. Despite his modest size, he possessed an impressive build, displaying a level of strength that was evident. His hair was a dark shade of blonde, neatly swept to one side, and his face clean shaven.  

As they continued talking, their eyes shifted towards the window, drawn by an unmistakable sound. It was the distinct humming of an approaching car.
They looked through the window to see Gavin clambering out of his new BMW and walking towards the stately residence that stood before him.  

He wore an impeccably tailored pin-striped suit that adhered snugly to his body, accentuating his muscular frame. The fabric was woven intricately, giving off a sense of sophistication and refinement. This was complemented by his jet-black hair and beard, meticulously groomed and trimmed, maintaining a sleek appearance.

“Fuck it! He's here again, coming to find something wrong,” growled Tony, his frustration obvious. 

“This guy really thinks we’re going to bow down to him? We don’t need his patronizing bullshit!” commented Mark.

Their grumbles intensified as they heard Gavin approach, his footsteps echoing through the empty hall where their equipment lay scattered. Their expressions betrayed annoyance mixed with determination to hold onto their resolve no matter how much trouble it caused.

"Good afternoon gentlemen," Gavin began, his voice carrying an undeniable confidence that seemed almost threatening. The atmosphere became charged with palpable tension.
Tony narrowed his eyes, attempting to hide his irritation beneath a veneer of indifference. He responded curtly, "Afternoon." Meanwhile, Mark maintained his silence, letting his boss handle the interaction.
Without missing a beat, Gavin reviewed the progress made since their last meeting. His tone remained professional, though he couldn't help but notice the subtle resistance simmering below the surface. 
"This needs some more work" Gavin requested, his fingers running against some new woodwork.

There was a brief pause filled with silence before Tony spoke up. "Sure thing, Mr. Radcliff," he answered with a forced politeness, masking his true feelings behind a facade of respect.
As the three men strolled across the premises, pointing out various aspects of the development, Tony became silent, observing Gavin intently. Though he tried to conceal it, Mark noticed the anger within his boss.  

There was something challenging about the way Gavin approached things, always demanding perfection without acknowledging the fact that the team was doing their best. And yet, despite his growing animosity, Tony realized that he needed to uphold his end of the deal if he wanted to protect his reputation. He took a moment to gather his composure before turning back to the discussion at hand.

Gavin moved closer to inspect Mark's most recent plaster work. His hands brushed lightly along the wall, gauging the texture and evenness of the finish. Mark's gaze flickered away briefly, knowing full well that any imperfections would likely receive further scrutiny.

"This doesn't feel right" complained Gavin, as his fingers lingered on one area of plaster.
Turning to face Mark directly, he stated firmly, "I want you to fix this before the end of today". He gestured dismissively toward the spot in question. Mark felt his cheeks redden slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance burning inside him. For a moment, he struggled to suppress the urge to argue. But instead, he lowered his head, nodding silently in agreement.

Tony approached the wall and grazed his coarse fingers over at the spot in question.  
"It feels fine to me" he objected.
Gavin shook his head disapprovingly, his expression conveying dissatisfaction.

"I know when something isn't right", he insisted. "This could ruin the whole effect." he explained, raising his eyebrows to make his point clearer.

Tony glared at Gavin's arrogance, feeling enraged by the condescending mannerism. Mark, trying to mediate the situation, said calmly, "I can go over it again, no problem."  

Gavin crossed his arms over his chest, casting a critical eye on the newly formed surface. In response, Tony turned and walked away, clearly unhappy with Gavin's criticism. Mark watched as Tony retreated deeper into the room, leaving him standing alone with Gavin.

"You think you're so fucking special" muttered Tony under his breath.
His heart raced faster, pumping blood furiously throughout his veins. "You should try your luck somewhere else!"
Overhearing these words, Gavin hesitated briefly, taken aback by such open hostility. He attempted to regain his composure and respond calmly, "Listen, guys. Your work here matters. We can make this place special."
But Tony only scoffed derisively, shaking his head dismissively. 

"We already told you, mate," he retorted, his brow creased in a mixture of impatience and disbelief. "Our work speaks for itself."

Emboldened by Tony's support, Mark joined the conversation, adding fuel to the fire. "There's no need to micromanage us."

Frustrated by their apparent lack of understanding, Gavin's voice rose in volume. 
"I want to make sure we deliver the quality expected by our clients."
Tony rolled his eyes, his temper flaring higher.

"Don't worry, mate. Our skills are top-notch, and we won't let anyone down."

"Then why is this so bad?" asked Gavin, poking the offending plater work, genuine concern written all over his face.  

Anger surged through Tony, and fueled by frustration he approached Gavin.  

"We gotta prove ourselves time after time. Just leave us to do our jobs, alright?"
demanded Tony, baring his teeth. With trembling fingers, he reached out to grab Gavin's collar, drawing him nearer to his towering figure. His pupils dilated, fueled by rage and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

The room fell silent, as if time had come to a standstill. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air. Gavin found himself increasingly aroused as he witnessed the intensity of Tony's emotions. The anger that burned in Tony's eyes caused him to feel an unmistakable stirring down in his crotch. He swallowed nervously, unable to look away from the imposing figure looming over him. His heart thudded wildly. He didn't dare move – not even to take a step backward. He knew better than to provoke this aggressive man.

Mark stepped forward, sensing the rapidly escalating tension. Desperate to prevent a potential altercation, he grasped Tony's arm tightly, restraining him from advancing further. 

"Come on, break it off" pleaded Mark.
He desperately wanted to avoid a physical confrontation. Both of them were capable of causing serious harm. However, Tony refused to budge, still consumed by his mounting rage.  

"I know about you, Gavin. I know what you do with your little friends in the office" snarled Tony.

 His fingers delved into the fabric of Gavin's pants, grasping at his crotch.
  Gavin felt astonished as he stared deeply into those angry eyes.

"I've heard what you like, and what you like them to do" and then suddenly Tony's mouth crashed forward onto Gavin, and his tongue forced it's way deep inside him.

 Mark stood by, both astonished and amused. He'd never seen Tony act like this, but now that he did, the sight sent excitement rippling through him. Watching the dominant alpha male being subdued by his opponent brought a thrill that made his skin tingle. Their lips locked together, passionately wrestling, their bodies pressed hard against each other. It was clear that neither would give in easily.
While Tony continued to dominate Gavin forcefully, Mark allowed himself to admire the display.  
His hands began to drift downwards, his fingers reaching towards the area where his jeans met his underwear. There, nestled behind the fabric, lay his own cock. The sight before him caused it to grow in size and stiffness instantaneously. He squeezed and stroked his growing cock as he observed the unfolding events. His mind reeling, his body reacted involuntarily. His thoughts became jumbled, intertwining fantasies and reality.  

Gavin, still caught caught off-guard by Tony's moves, found himself abruptly forced down onto his knees as Tony's powerful grip on him tightened. Tony reached down and grabbed hold of the waistband of his worn-out jeans. With a sudden tug, he managed to pull them down, revealing what lay hidden beneath. His cock, as if yearning for freedom, sprang forward, thrusting itself into the open air.

 “Have this!” ordered Tony, his voice filled with a sense of authority. He gripped his cock tightly and with a firm grasp, he pushed it towards Gavin’s face, forcing him to open wide. Paying no attention to Gavin's discomfort, he continued relentlessly. His eyes were locked onto his own cock as it disappeared inside Gavin's mouth. He savored how much control he held over him. This thought made his heart race and his cock swell excitedly.

His movements grew increasingly fast. His hips pushed wildly against Gavin's face, sending the shaft of his cock through his mouth and towards his throat. A sheen of saliva formed along it's length and around Gavin's beard as he tried to keep up with the unrelenting rhythm. 

As Tony continued to take advantage of Gavin, his moans filling the confined space, Mark took up position beside them, engrossed in the spectacle. His gaze shifted between the couple and his own hand stroking his growing cock. The sight ignited feelings he hadn't known existed.  

Tony found himself unable to resist the urge to assert his dominance over Gavin even further. With an air of determination, he took hold of Gavin, lifting him off the ground until both men were standing face-to-face. Without uttering a word, he swiftly spun him around so that he faced the cold surface of the wall. He extended his arm, stretching around him. His fingers grazed the buckle of Gavin’s belt, loosening it bit by bit until it finally gave way under his persistent grip. With a sudden jerk, he yanked down his trousers and briefs below his knees.  

Gavin struggled for balance, trying to regain his footing amidst his confusion. Tony lifted up Gavin's shirt tails and held his spit soaked cock up against Gavin's ass.

“You better be ready for this” he demanded. His palm separated the two buttocks, revealing an intimate sight. Gavin submitted entirely. Mark, meanwhile, moved close enough to peer over Tony's shoulder and observe the spectacle firsthand. Feelings of envy mixed with fascination grew within him. Gavin shivered when Tony slapped his bare ass lightly, goading him into submission.  

"You ready?" asked Tony gruffly. He paused for a moment, taking stock of Gavin's response. The silence only seemed to fuel his own desire. Gavin found himself unable to resist. He wanted to be fucked by this bastard more than anything else. Glancing back at Tony's rock-hard cock, intense lust sparked inside him.
With little pretense or hesitation, he plunged his cock head into Gavin, meeting little resistance. The intensity of the connection left them both dazed and speechless. Steadily Tony pushed the length of his wide shaft further into Gavin, until his whole length was encased by Gavin's body.

After a moment he resumed, delving deeper into Gavin with small stabbing motions, each movement intensifying the pleasure they experienced. The gentle pokes quickly escalated into something more intense and deep. Tony's pelvis propelled him forward, his engorged cock glided smoothly within the confines of Gavin's body, creating sensations that reverberated through both of them. 
His movements quickly became frenzied, fueled by the desire to dominate him completely. Each time Tony pulled away, Gavin dragged him back harder, insatiably seeking satisfaction.
Their bodies slammed together again and again, echoing the violence of their earlier fight. Underneath it all, however, Gavin could feel a strange kinship forming between them. Perhaps this was why he sought out these encounters – because despite appearances, he craved this same raw power he witnessed in Tony.  
Gavin let out a low groan as Tony hammered into him faster and harder. He braced himself against the wall, welcoming the pain and surrendering fully to the primal energy flowing through his veins. Every push of flesh was counterbalanced by another, the walls reverberated with the sound of heavy breathing, moans, and grunts punctuating the otherwise silent building.  

Mark could hardly believe what he was seeing; he found himself captivated by the scene playing out before him. Although he tried not to think about his own desires, they remained undeniable. He worked his cock, pulling back the foreskin again and again.  

“Faster,” said Gavin hoarsely, losing himself in the heat of the moment. Feeling invigorated by the challenge, Tony surged deeper into him, claiming victory over his archenemy. 
As their pace picked up, sweat formed on their faces.  

Tony drove on, he felt his muscles tensing and his breath becoming ragged.  Gavin’s teeth clamped down onto his bottom lip as he fought to maintain composure during his final assault. Their movements became erratic, the atmosphere electrified.

Tony pushed deeper into Gavin, feeling the warmth and tightness of his body enveloping him. With one determined thrust he plowed his cum deep inside. He released a long pent-up cry as he finished, his orgasm hitting him fast and furiously. The force shook them both, the sensation washing over them. Tony pulled himself out, and Gavin collapsed against the wall, battered.

Tony didn't waste any time recovering. Instead, he immediately began cleaning himself up, grabbing a rag from his pocket and wiping the excess fluids from his skin.

Mark stepped forward, moving behind Gavin near the wall. Gavin glanced at Mark uncertainly, attempting to make out his intentions after everything that had happened.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Mark spoke up.

"Well," he said slowly, looking first at Gavin then Tony, "that was... interesting." His voice carried a mix of surprise and intrigue.
Gavin nodded solemnly, struggling to find the right words to respond. 

Finally, he mustered, "It certainly was."  

Tony looked down at Mark's groin, where his erect cock stood tall and proud.
The hint of a smirk played across his features as he acknowledged Mark's obvious interest.
"Go on .... It's your turn" he encouraged.

As Mark moved closer to Gavin, he carefully aligned himself so that his body was flush against his backside. Gavin's head turned and his eyes never left his face; he wanted to keep eye contact throughout the whole experience. 
Mark pushed his cock head through the lining of Tony's cum that coated Gavin's passage, some of the white goo escaping from his hole. It was unexpectedly hot, tickling his sensitive nerves. His face scrunched up a little, partly in anticipation, but mostly in embarrassment. But Mark ignored those emotions as he started to move.
Understanding what needed to happen now, Gavin focused solely on his reaction to yet another invasion of his body. Mark's hands wrapped around Gavin's waist, supporting his weight. 
Sensitive to every movement, Gavin winced slightly as Mark's cock penetrated him. But he pressed on, accepting this young man's dominance.

Mark had never fucked a man before now. As he found himself in this new situation, he experienced an unexpected sensation that caught him off-guard. The tightness surrounding his cock was new to him. Mark felt the pressure building within him, his desire growing exponentially.  

Gavin allowed himself to lose track of time. Emotions flitted through him rapidly, his body adjusting to another foreign object within it. Pleasure intermingled with anxiety, creating a complex mixture within him. 
Mark couldn't help but notice how different this experience was compared to his typical encounters. Every touch made him acutely aware of his surroundings, heightening his awareness.
Tony watched the changes in Mark's facial expressions — his lips parted, his cheeks rosy, his pupils dilated. This was a side of Mark he hadn't seen before, stripping away layers of self-control.
He observed the entire scenario unfolding before him. Observing Mark become increasingly consumed by the pleasures of Gavin's body, the power struggle between them escalating.  
There was a tangible difference in Mark's posture and demeanor now that he was no longer merely observing.  
At times, Gavin would glance over his shoulder to gauge the reactions of Tony, whose focus remained steadfast. Watching the interaction with keen curiosity, Tony absorbed the evolving sights and sounds. 
The rhythmic thudding grew more intense with each passing second, matching the mounting fervor in the room. Behind them, they heard a loud, metallic crash, as a pieces of equipment fell victim to vibrations caused by their impromptu coupling. Despite the chaos, none of them stopped their motion.  

Gavin gasped suddenly, his chest heaving violently as Mark reached his peak. 
Unable to hold back any longer, Mark's body trembled, his fingers digging into Gavin's shoulders as his seed erupted into Gavin's body. He growled, a primal noise that resonated with the intensity of his climax. His powerful frame seemed to collapse briefly upon Gavin's back, leaving a wet imprint on his jacket. Involuntarily, Gavin's legs wobbled beneath him.

He leaned heavily against the wall, trying to catch his breath amidst his own feelings of shock and exhaustion. The encounter had been more than he expected, testing his ability to submit to others without compromising his pride.

Tony took a step forward. He watched Gavin closely, curious about how he might react next. Though satisfied by the spectacle, there was still a lingering unease in him, stemming from his previous interactions. 
“Here, you need this.” He tossed the rag towards Mark, who caught it and began wiping himself down.  
 There was a brief pause in the action while everyone gathered themselves, coming to terms with what had just happened.
Without saying anything, Mark pulled up his jeans, then went ahead and started picking up the scattered tools, brushing dust and bits of concrete off of them.

Gavin tugged at his trousers, ensuring they sat comfortably on back on his waistline. 

Looking directly into Gavin's eyes, Tony asked bluntly, "So, what do we do now?" He waited patiently for an answer, his question indicating a genuine concern for their future interactions. 
Gavin paused for a moment, taking stock of his emotional state and considering how best to proceed.
“Alright, listen…” Gavin began, trying to regain control of the situation. “This isn't exactly how I planned things, but here we are.”
 Gavin offered a subtle smile as he contemplated the situation at hand.  
“To be honest, I don't know. Let's just take things as they come.”

"Sure" replied Tony. "You're the boss" he said with just a hint of sarcasm.

As Gavin reached the doorway to leave he turned around and looked at them both.  
"Make sure that gets done today" he ordered, pointing at the offending plasterwork. And with that, he disappeared into the hallway.
Tony let out a small laugh, "No problem Mr. Rich guy," mockingly referring to Gavin.

Mark smiled back, "Can't wait for his next visit."