Yes Sir

 A New Proposal

“Come to my office.” His deep voice commanded abruptly on the phone. “I need to give you something.”

Immediately my heart started pumping and my cock twitched. It was very rare for my boss Mr. Gibson to summon me like this. It had been a week since my last filling, with him dressed in his leather gear at his house, leaving me collared and spent. I knew he needed more just by the look on his face this morning.

I picked my 34 year old muscled ass up off my desk chair and strutted down the hall, suddenly feeling like my jock butt was on display for anyone who would notice in my tight gray pants. I had a crisp white collar shirt on with my sleeves rolled up, dressing more like the tailored man who was not only boss, but seemed to own me outright at this point. A sly smile came to my lips as his secretary simply nodded at me and told me to go on in as he was waiting for me.

I stopped short when I noticed he wasn’t alone.

Dennis Gibson rose from behind his desk with a grin at me, his muscular hairy body that I knew so well covered in a light purple dress shirt, sleeves up to his elbows showing off those strong forearms. He held up a folder to me and gazed into my eyes.

“Brian. Can you do me a favour and take a look at this report. Mr. Semenov here is looking to expand and is interested in some new clients.” I held Dennis’ gaze before my eyes flicked over to the clean shaven man sitting across from him.

The man rose, filling the room with his size. He was just as tall as Mr. Gibson, but wider than Mr. Gibson, looking like a wrestler sizing me up as his competition. He was clean shaven with a nose that fit his face proportionately even though it had a bump in the middle as if it had been broken. His face looked mean though, with very thick lips and furrowed brows, looking more like a meaty boxer than a businessman. His small eyes seemed to be set back in his skull as he took me in, but it was his body that was the feature. Matching my bosses height but with a few more muscular pounds by the look of him, Mr. Semenov stood up and I could see his pecs bulging underneath his shirt like two meaty man tits. His shoulders were broad, his stomach was slightly rounded but looked hard, solid as if it added to his beefiness. And he had a meaty looking rump that you could tell even from the side. Like two watermelons hidden behind him. Even his legs were thick, outlined by the material clinging to his thighs. I suddenly felt my breath catch as he held out a giant hand to me.

“It would be a pleasure for you to review.” He had an accent, and I filtered the name Semenov to be something eastern European, possibly Russian by the looks of this meaty man. I had a sudden image of Rocky facing off against Dolph Lundgren, given Mr. Semenov’s bruiser type face. “I must break you.” I heard the Russian accented Dolph saying to Rocky as he held my hand. It felt like his hand swallowed mine in a soft pillow, the warmth and strength of his mighty grip a sudden burst of electricity through my body.

“Brian here is the best. If there’s anything you need…” Dennis grinned over at me and paused slightly before continuing back to the giant Russian man, “…Brian will see to it. Isn’t that right?”

I almost expected a “boy” to be tacked on to the end of it, since Dennis put that collar on me it was all he could call me. “Yes Sir.” I responded automatically, stopping short of adding “Daddy” to the end of my own sentence.

“Good.” The big Russian said, still holding my hand. Then he covered my hand with his left, clasping my smaller hand in between his two soft pillows now as he looked down at me. “This pleases me greatly.” His lips looked almost pouty, so thick on his face giving him that dopey sort of look. But his eyes were staring as a smile crept through those wet lips.

“Excellent!” Dennis exclaimed, smacking his own hands together. “Brian can you have a look at that today then and then bring it with you when you come by my place after work?”

I slowly nodded, getting the hint from Mr. Gibson. It was time to be his again, and I was more than ready.

“Yes Sir.” I said with a little more enthusiasm. “Is 8 okay?” I did some quick math and knew this was the best time to escape my house, and seemed to be our usual hook up time over these past few months.

I noticed Dennis’ eyes flicker over to Mr. Semenov before he smiled at me. “That’s perfect. See you then.”

A heavy hand landed on my shoulder and the giant Russian was squeezing my trapezoid muscle. “Very good meeting you. I am glad you are helping out.” His smile was wider and his eyes were an icy grey colour which hypnotized me for a moment. They were piercing, like so many told me mine did, and I found myself smiling up at this man. He was certainly strong and I had a quick visual of what his bulky frame would look like underneath those clothes, and how those clothes seemed to fit so nicely. He had to have them tailor made.

His hand stayed on my shoulder longer than it should have, squeezing my shoulder muscles repeatedly, but I didn’t seem to mind. When he let go I walked away in a daze, taking one look back behind me to see both men watching me leave, and feeling like Dennis’ stare was exactly what I needed tonight. A little bolt of lightning went through me as I anticipated my boss’ solid naked body smothering mine once again.

The report was standard, nothing too exciting. An impressive summation of Maxim Semenov’s company, founded by his father, reaching out overseas in the North American industry. The meathead had inherited it, which made perfect sense given the look of the brutish man. I didn’t see any issues with the company itself, more than impressed by its wealth and expansion success. There really wasn’t much to comment on, but it didn’t bother me too much as I wrote up a report of my own about the business to hand back to Dennis tonight. Seemed like there was a merger ahead, or some sort of acquisition. But it wasn’t clear who was interested in whom. Besides, all I could think about was taking Dennis’ big cock once again.

Things were going smoothly that night, and I had a little skip in my step as I left my house that evening, with family obligations done and settled, leaving me to escape without any blockage from my wife. By now, she knew I worked hard and was my boss’ right hand man at this point. She just didn’t know the true extent, and how much he owned me. How much he craved me. How much he needed me. Just as much as I needed him. The daddy I never had.

As I pulled up to his place showered fresh and ready for another injection of Gibson Cum, I felt the blood rushing to my crotch, anticipating my big Daddy opening the door as he did the last time, leathered up with his big black boots on ready to attack me. But this time, he answered the door still wearing the light purple dress shirt and black dress pants, shiny black shoes still on his big feet. The only difference was the absence of his tie, and a couple buttons undone, showing off the cleavage of his mighty chest and small bits of hair between his mountainous pecs that my tongue had licked clean the last time I shot my load on them.

“There’s my boy.” He said loudly, holding out a hand as he saw the folder I was carrying.

“As requested.” I said handing it over as he stood back to let me in. I went to him, but he held up a finger to his lips and nodded his head towards the large living room.

“Come on in.” He said very business-like with a wide grin and held out his arm to the side, indicating I head into the house towards the living area.

I frowned, unsure of this for a moment before I started walking, hearing him grunt as he took in my backside. I turned back to him to see his eyes coming back up to me and winking at me as if to say “everything’s fine.”

But sitting in the living room was the giant Russian, Mr. Semenov, along with a younger suited guy, smaller, blonde and much thinner. Next to Mr. Semenov, he looked like a small boy despite the business casual state of dress he was in and how he must have been around my own age.

Both men on the couch wore expensive looking collared dress shirts, also without ties. Mr. Semenov’s sleeves were rolled up revealing seemingly hairless forearms, covered in a web of veins that clearly showed just how powerful and strong he was as he held out that massive soft hand again for me to shake. The younger man’s sleeves were down, with a pair of black cufflinks with gold trim at the end of his wrists. They both stood up as I took Mr. Semenov’s hand. The younger guy had to be about my age as I took him in, maybe an inch taller than me but thinner by far, with narrow looking shoulders and a trimmer waist. He looked equally Eastern European, and I found his blue eyes rather cold as he squinted at me.

I felt that warmth again as Mr. Semenov gripped my hand, a whiskey glass in his other, his hand enveloping mine once again. I felt almost giddy as I looked up into his eyes as he glared down at me. “Brian!” His eyes roamed down my body in my long sleeve shirt and jeans, my sockless feet in a pair of running shoes. I was certainly out of my work attire and expecting to be naked pretty much at the front door, so clothes weren’t a second thought to me until now.

“I feel slightly underdressed.” I said with a nervous laugh.

“You look very good.” Mr. Semenov’s heavily accented deep voice said with a smile as he sort of bent around to check me out.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, or if he was in fact checking my out, nor did I have time to respond as he withdrew his hand and sat back down on the L-shaped sofa, smiling at me, his younger colleague sitting down again as well still staring an icy gaze at me. “This is Nico.” Mr. Semenov looked at him briefly and laid a large hand on Nico’s right knee beside him. “He is you, like you are to Dennis. Nico is to me.”  The large hand patted Nico’s leg lightly before he removed it, Nico’s eyes still staring at me oddly.

“Here. Sit.” His deep Russian laced voice commanded, pointing across the large coffee table to the opposite couch where my boss had obviously been sitting.

I instinctively looked at Mr. Gibson who nodded with a grin at me. Somewhat reluctantly I obliged, moving slowly around the wooden coffee table in between the two couches to sit directly across from the big Russian. I noticed his smooth hand on top of his own knee now, both legs straight out in front of him as he turned to me when I sat down. Nico continued his quiet wordless stare as Dennis joined me on the couch.

“Everything looks good.” I said, motioning to the report in Dennis’ hand.

“That it does.” Mr. Semenov responded, not taking his eyes off me. Then the big hand came off his knee and patted Nico again. “That. It. Does.” When his hand stayed there, I looked over at Dennis.

“Good boy.” Was all he said, grinning at me, taking a drink from his own whiskey glass.

I felt my heart speed up a bit as the Russian leered at me, his hand still on Nico’s thigh. Nico was now smiling at me, holding my eyes, before his eyes slowly moved to my side to stare at my boss. In the silence, I felt my mouth go dry for a moment, before I licked my lips and turned to Dennis.

“Am I missing something?” I asked him quietly.

“Max and I go way back.” Dennis said quietly. “He and I have similar interests.” Dennis downed the whiskey in his glass and plopped it down beside him on the end table as he looked over at Nico who was outright staring at him. Max’s hand moved slightly, draping inward over Nico’s thigh and up a bit, but Nico didn’t move. I turned back to Dennis with a slight raise of my eyebrow, wondering what was going on. “And when we get together, we like to…” Dennis’ eyes flickered over from Nico to Mr. Semenov as they looked at each other. “…share things.”

Things? I thought in my head as Max Semenov looked directly at me as his hand moved slowly up and down Nico’s thigh. Then his hand moved to Nico’s arm, and he tugged at him, indicating to him to get up, which he did without a sideways glance. I watched Nico hold his gaze on my handsome boss as he stood and walked purposefully round the coffee table to the front of Mr. Gibson, who opened his legs a bit for him before Nico knelt down in front of him. My eyes were transfixed as I imagined the scene about to unfold, and a flash of green seared through me.

“Show Daddy you’ll do anything for him.” Dennis’ voice was now low and seductive and for a moment I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, me or Nico. He was after all, MY daddy, but he was looking at Nico as Nico lowered himself in between my boss’ muscular legs. I watched Nico’s hands move to Dennis’ knees and slide all the way up to his midsection, where they came together and went to unbuckle his belt. I was frozen as he undid his pants and then slid a hand into the sides of his legs as Dennis let out a small breath, staring down at this skinny creepy guy touching my man.

I heard Mr. Semenov beside me take in a deep breath as he rose and moved around the table to stand directly in front of me.

“Go on.” I heard Dennis say beside me, again not sure to whom. But as I watched Nico fish my boss’ cock out, I turned to see Max unzipping his fly.

“Let’s see how talented you are boy.” Mr. Semenov said above me as he pulled out his dick from the fly in his dress pants.

I looked up into the icy grey eyes of Mr. Max Semenov as he let his cock hang there in front of me, a thick piece that was definitely a show-er as it hadn’t yet rose to full erection just yet. But it was thick, and uncut, and veiny just like his forearms. I could smell his dick, and I automatically licked my lips as I caught out of the corner of my eye Nico lean over and take my boss’ thick cut cock down his throat. I watched Dennis’ hand move over the blonde hair of his new boy and push him down all the way as he turned to look at me. “Suck it.” He directed, again to both of us seemingly as he turned back to focus on the boy between his legs and my hand reached out to take hold of the thick meat in front of me.

Max Semenov put his hands in his pocket and took a step closer to me as I grabbed the heavy object so close to my face. I leaned forward, hesitating momentarily at what was happening, feeling like I was 19 again and becoming the center of attention for a group of men. I felt Max’s hand on the top of my head guide me closer like he could no longer wait as the slurping sound of Nico on my boss’ dick echoed in the room. His other hand remained in his pocket as his voice boomed out “Suck it boy.” It was deep, and sudden, and commanding.

I looked up at the big Russian as I put his tool into my mouth. What wasn’t there to like? He was big, built, and had an enormous piece of flesh that was coming alive in my grip and between my lips. I turned my head slightly to Dennis and the sight of Nico on his knees in front of him sucking his cock like a hungry boy.

“I know you want another Daddy. A boy like you can’t get enough. And Daddy wants to see him please another man.” Dennis’ head had fallen back and his chin was in the air as he spoke. I was beginning to think he was speaking to both me and Nico as I felt the head of Max’s dick hit the back of my throat. It had grown bigger, longer and thicker. The skin had been pulled back and as I came off it to twist my fist around it, I noticed how long the head of it was, and how pink it seemed against my tanned skin. I licked it instinctively and I heard a moan of approval above me as he bent over and pulled at my shirt, lifting it up my back, up to my armpits forcing my arms up until it was ripped off my body over my head. He bent down again and ran his big hands over my back as he shoved his cock back into my mouth.

“Muscled.” Max simply said, letting his heavy hand run lightly up my body to my head, which he held between his hands and moved his hips into me, gyrating and face fucking me gently. “Very nice.”

“He’s perfect.” Dennis said loudly, but I wasn’t’ sure if he meant me, or the way Nico was sucking his cock.  

And then Semenov pulled me up and turned me around, feeling my entire body like I was a show pony, feeling my ass, grabbing at my pecs, spinning me around to run his hands down my abs. I shot a look over at Nico who was solely focused on Dennis’ meaty cock, still kneeling between his legs as I was turned again, to face the giant Russian. Then he bent down and squeezed my mouth open and spit into it, shoving two fingers into my throat before he pushed me downward, back to his waiting cock.

“Always good to try a new boy.” He snarled down at me, bending over me, letting his hand run down my bare back to the curve of my ass where he slapped it with one hand as his other held my head into his hip forcing his cock into my throat.

I heard Dennis’ voice from beside me as I shut my eyes and tried not to gag. “He’s all yours.”

I held onto Max’s big legs to steady myself as I submitted. They felt like two tree trunks, a pair of solid thighs under the thin veil of material. A mix of emotions was running through me as I sucked on the Russian cock. When I heard Dennis groan, I pulled off and shot him a look, but his eyes were closed, and he had a fistful of blonde hair as he let this new boy work his dick. Max took the break as an invitation to change up things and he pulled me upwards by my hair towards his bent over face, finding my mouth with his. Max’s plump lips were soft, and a fat tongue entered my mouth rather tenderly as our lips touched ever so slightly despite the forceful way his hand was on my head. I felt myself shake as he kissed me so gently compared to the roughness previously. My eyes opened and I noticed his were too. He smiled then, his big nose rubbing against mine softly.

“You’re a beautiful man.” He whispered so quietly I barely heard him. And then his mouth opened wide and he kissed me deep, his thick tongue snaking into my mouth, searching and tasting as his big hands cupped my entire face and held me to him.

I opened my mouth wider, taking Max’s tongue in deeper as he pressed his dick against my stomach. I heard the intake of air in his nose as he let himself enjoy our connection, kissing me harder and with more conviction. I felt myself relax and moved with him, sucking his tongue back, letting mine explore, feeling his nose rubbing against mine, his hands gripping me tighter, my body shaking in pleasure until he pulled back and away with a big smile.

“Very good.” He said, letting his hands roam over my naked upper body. His hands then quickly moved around to the front and undid my jeans, then slid back around and downward into my underwear, where a thick finger slid between the crack of my ass and found my hole. He pressed into it roughly, as if he was going to push it inside me but purposefully didn’t. He kept kissing me as his hands slid back out and around to the front of my jeans again and roughly pushed them down along with my underwear, my 8 inches flopping out and hitting my abs with a slap. Max’s eyes looked down as he broke our kiss and one soft mitt grabbed it. “Very good!” he said louder as my body jerked in response. My mouth opened in a gasp, and he came at me again, kissing me so deep that I moaned into his mouth. He grunted into me as he practically ate my face.

I suddenly forgot about Dennis and the boy sucking his dick. I was turned on by this large man, and the way he kissed seemed to make me relax as his hands moved around my now naked body. I didn’t even realize I was the only one fully nude and found myself climbing up Max’s big fully clothed body and wrapped my legs around him as our mouths continued to munch away. He grabbed at me, letting sounds of pleasure out as he clutched me tightly against his big body. I felt myself turning as he sat down with me in his arms, beside my boss Mr. Gibson on the couch. My brain had shut down, and now my cock had all the blood to do the thinking as my hands went to the buttons of his shirt.

I spread the shirt wide, exposing a sight of fleshy solid pecs. They were meaty alright, and smooth. His chest was big, his nipples just as large, pointing downward over his rounded hard stomach as he made his pecs dance for me, flexing the muscles and giving me a full lipped grin. His stomach was solid, no line of abs but it was rock hard like the rest of him. My hands went to the sheen smoothness of his skin as he pulled me back into a kiss, both his hands on my head holding me as he grunted. I felt a third hand move along my back and opened my eyes slightly to see Dennis turned towards me, his hand lightly running down my back.

“Good boy.” He said, directly to me this time as I heard the slurping sounds of a hungry cocksucker still going at it.

I was pressing myself into Max’s body. He seemed so big suddenly, and I was suddenly so turned-on knowing Dennis was watching me. I was going to show him, prove to him what he was missing.

I slid down Max’s body, off his legs and back to his cock sticking out from his dress pants still, hard as a steel pole. I eyed Dennis as I swallowed that large Russian dick again, working it just as hard as Nico beside me. It was a plump cock, fat if not super huge in length. I was guessing 7 inches as I held it, but it had to be 7 inches around as well with a long pink head to it. Dennis was watching me, and my eyes stayed open even as Max’s hands ran over my hair and helped me bob up and down.

My instincts once again took over.

My hands went forward, touching Max’s chest and feeling the hardness of his nipples as he flexed the meaty flesh for me again.

“That’s my boy.” I heard both men say at the exact same time. Nico’s head came off Dennis lap, and Dennis looked directly at me as if surprised by Max’s similar statement.

I felt Max’s hands on my neck and the encouragement any boy loves to feel while working on a fat daddy dick. My head was being lifted up and down now by him, but I knew what to do. And I knew Dennis was watching me and enjoying the show. Max lifted his ass off the couch momentarily and shoved his pants and underwear lower to his thighs, pulling his entire nutsack out, displaying an impressive sight of cock and balls to me. I held on to his uncut cock, the skin pulled all the way down to show off the shiny head as I took in the sight of his smooth bull size nuts hanging perfectly between his legs. I wanted to see more, so I grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled them past his thick set of thighs and a well-developed pair of bulging calf muscles, all the way down to his thick ankles. My hands slid up the mighty sized legs, admiring the seemingly smooth set of manly legs as I grabbed his cock once again and dove down on it.

“You like that cock don’t you boy?” Dennis said but it was Nico who answered first.

“Yes daddy.”

My eyes turned in sheer jealousy as I stroked Max’s cock and watched him hungrily suck it. Mesmerized by the sight, I watched Nico’s cheeks sucking in as he gripped the base of my man’s cock and devoured it over and over again as Dennis lay back, eyes half closed, shrouded in pleasure.

Max took advantage of my mouth off his cock and stood up, kicking off his shoes and yanking his pants off as I remained on my knees on the floor in front of him, naked. I grabbed my own throbbing cock as I watched the big Russian strip off his shirt too, and then each sock as he finally stood towering over me completely naked, muscles hanging from his body. He looked to be about 50 if I had to take a guess, yet he had the look of a former bodybuilder or wrestler that still maintained his mass if not the tone.

“Fuck.” I whispered as I let my eyes troll down his entire body, right down to his veiny feet by my hand.

I was pulled up to my feet and Max guided me to the wooden table. “Get on your knees.” He simply said, pointing to the table as Max moved around beside me. Naked, I mounted the table, on my hands and knees, sticking my ass out and arching my back. I heard movement as I turned towards Dennis and Nico behind me, seeing Dennis standing up quickly, Nico sitting back on his legs letting go finally of my man’s cock.  

I heard Max move on my other side and then I could feel hands on me, moving around my ass, before his face went between my ass and that thick tongue began to lick my puckered hole. I turned, holding my breath as I could see the top of Max’s thick head as he began to rim me like a pro. He spit into it and rubbed a thick thumb along my crack before diving back into my ass again, shoving his tongue into me and tasting me. I moaned out loud, letting my head bob down as Dennis stepped in front of me.

“That’s it. Get him ready.” I heard Dennis’ voice above me and I raised my head in time for him to take my chin in his fingers and guide his cock towards my lips. I sucked him down, tasting Nico’s spit still glistening on it and swallowed the familiar shape easily, moaning as I did between the feeling of having it back in my mouth to the warm soft sensation of the big Russian’s tongue in my ass.

Hands were on my head and tracing my back as Dennis’ big bare legs came into view as he lowered his pants. My eyes looked up to see him stripping, getting himself naked as he stepped out of his shoes and I stared down at his black socked feet. One by one he peeled the socks off and the sight of his toes under me brought a groan to my throat.

And then there was a breeze on my ass as Max teased me with a hot breath, followed by more spit and the sudden pressure of something larger going in. I arched and looked back to see the mountainous pecs of Max Semenov flexed as he drove his hips forward and grabbed my ass, shoving his cock straight into me. I let out a loud roar as Dennis gripped my neck and pushed my face into his abdomen, holding me still as Max rammed forward, sliding in every thick of his meat into me. I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead as my eyes clamped shut and my ass tried to resist. I grunted and squirmed, but the Russian’s hands were on my waist and he wasn’t letting me move.

“Where you going boy? Just relax.”

Dennis’ voice was shushing me, his hand moving around to my lips as he bent down, squatting in front of me to face me. I opened my eyes as tears leaked out of one eye due to me shutting them so tightly. He was smiling, and he kissed my sweating forehead lightly.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay. Just breathe.” His lips found mine, and for a moment I was frozen, held still by the meaty bruiser behind me buried deep in my hole, and the tender lips of my lover helping me calm.

And then there was Nico, his lips suddenly mixed in with Dennis, kissing us both before he pulled Dennis away from my mouth and took his tongue into his own mouth, rising up with him, showing me he was now naked. Dennis’ hand was on his cock and he fed it to me as he made out with this new boy above me. I reluctantly opened my mouth and let the head of his perfect cock slip into me as Max began to slowly pull his cock backwards before he slid forward again. Slowly he started to fuck me and I groaned into Dennis’ cock in my mouth.

And then Nico was pushed down beside me, also on his hands and knees, his face turned to me as Dennis stepped up behind him. Nico smiled at me and lowered his head and closed his eyes as my eyes watched my boss line up his cock to the pale skinny ass of this guy beside me.

A sharp pain rocked me as Max thrust into me hard, reminding me I was his at the moment, forcing me to look back at the bubbled muscled tits bulging over my back. His grin was that of an assassin it seemed, proud of his accomplishment as he puffed out that massive chest.

“Yeah boy. You’re mine now.”

And he started to fuck me hard as Dennis slid into Nico and he whined like a bitch, arching to accept his new man.

I gripped the edge of the table to hang on as the assault began. I tried not to look up at Dennis but each time I glanced over, he was watching me, not Nico. I blocked the sounds of Nico’s feminine whimpers, knowing Dennis liked his boys to sound like men when he fucked,  and focused instead on the Russian bear grunting behind me, talking to me as he pounded my ass. And when I turned again to look at Max, he brought a big leg up beside me, planting a foot near my elbow and leaned over me. His hot breath went right into my ear as his deep voice spoke.

“My little muscle boy. You like Daddy’s cock inside you.” It was a statement, and his big hand went under my chin and turned me towards the side, away from Dennis to meet his lips. He kissed me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he rammed my body with his cock, relentless, holding my head to him so he could look at me. And I couldn’t look at Dennis.

He stayed like that, his big body covering mine, the feeling of his big chest on my back as he used his planted foot beside me on the table to drive his cock into me harder and faster. He held my face in his hand, his mouth at my cheek or in my ear. He was licking me, kissing my neck and breathing in my ear. His fat lips sent shivers down me with each connection, his tongue emerged every now and then for me to eat or suck back, and he kept speaking directly into my ear.

“I could fuck you all night.”

“You’re mine now.”

“My boy.”

I felt like an opponent of his, conquered in a wrestling ring, getting fucked good and hard by the winner as I was forced to submit. His thrusts were animalistic, but his kissing and the way he was holding me and looking at me was downright tender.

Then he smiled at me, and rubbed a fat finger along my cheek and whispered, “Daddy’s going to breed you now.”

The last sentence made me shake as I realized he was close. His breath was coming out louder, and his hips were moving faster. I tried to turn to Dennis, but Max’s hand went over my mouth as he changed his speed.

“Take Daddy’s cum.” His voice was louder in my ear and I knew he was going to explode. I moaned out into his hand and held on to the edge of the table as he bucked into me harder than ever. He pulled my head up with him as he rose up and announced to the room that he was cumming. The sound of Dennis’ body slapping into Nico’s got drowned out by the big brute’s guttural sounds as he noisily dumped his load into my tunnel. I gritted my teeth and took it, squinting at the roughness and trying to avoid all eye contact. There was a hint of excitement inside me as I felt his cock unleash in me, after all he was a big daddy type and I was certainly turned on by him. But when Dennis’ grunts grew louder and I heard him announce that he was going to cum, my eyes glared up at him and I watched him, forgetting about my own needs.

There was something different though, as he seemed to shove twice into Nico and grabbed his hips. He squeezed them and let out a loud groan, looking up to the sky before he moved forward with Nico’s body. Nico reached underneath himself and jerked his cock, looking back and telling him not to pull out as he shot out a creamy load onto the table underneath. Dennis didn’t wait and pulled back and I saw his cock, still fully erect, pointing up to the sky as his eyes flickered over to mine.

He spit into his hand and rubbed it into his cock and glanced down at me, sweat on his chest flattening the bits of hair surrounding his hard pecs. Max’s cock went soft but it was still a thick one as he backed out of me, giving my ass a slap which sent me forward. My cock betrayed me, hard as a rock and aching for attention. My glare to Dennis gave him everything he needed to know.

I stepped off the table and stumbled sideways away from Dennis, who suddenly moved to me. But I kept going, out of the living room and towards the back large kitchen. I heard his bare feet on the tile floor as I headed to the back room off the kitchen, turning to see him following me with his cock still hard in his one hand.

“Wait….” He started to say and gained ground on me.

I didn’t know where I was going, so I sort of continued to stumble sideways, bumping into the large island beside the wall length glassed sliding doors in his massive house. Dennis’ legs seemed to be working much better than mine as he was on me in a flash, and his hands grabbed me gently but firmly and pushed me into the glassed doorway, face first, my hands pressed up against the glass and fogging immediately as I breathed onto it.

His hand went to my mouth much like Max’s did. “Don’t move!” He whispered and I felt him kick my one leg sideways.  As I turned to look, his hand over my mouth, I felt his cock quickly find my gaping hole and he slid inside me. I breathed heavily out my nose as his face moved to mine, his body pressing up behind mine, and his other hand wrapped around me to grab my cock. “I didn’t cum yet. I needed to cum inside you.” He whispered into my ear and started to fuck me. “Please cum with me.” He kissed my neck as his fingers released their grip on my mouth. I let my lips part and two of his fingers slid into my mouth. I moaned quietly and sucked them in, hearing him groan as he jackhammered my used hole.

I pushed back into him, lowering myself for the best angle as he worked my cock. As much as Max had made me feel good, THIS was what I was after. I groaned a bit, but his mouth was in my ear, telling me to be quiet. My eyes flicked back and I could see him concentrating on cumming quickly. I moaned with him, and told him he was going to make me cum.

“Yeah baby. Cum for me.” He licked my ear lobe and I felt my body begin to shake uncontrollably. “Oh fuck boy I’m ready too!” He moaned into my ear just as my first spurt of cum shot from my dick and splattered against the glass doors. I was shaking so much my ass was working double time with his movements, bringing him to a quiet but finger gripping explosion of his own, as if he didn’t want his guests to hear. We moved together until we were spent, his fingers tracing up my chin and back into my mouth as his lips kissed any spot he could before he pulled out of me, letting his free hand slid around me again and run down my back gingerly.

When I turned to face him, he was panting, and looking over his shoulder towards the living room. I heard no movements, nor saw any movements. His eyes met mine and he gave me a quick, passionate kiss before he broke away. With a half-smile, he mouthed, “Go back” and nodded to the living room.

I straightened up and calmed my breathing down. I could feel cum dripping down my leg and I grabbed the towel on the counter and quickly wiped myself, tossing it to Dennis so he could do the same to his hand and his own cock before he followed me slowly and quietly back to the living room.

Nico was sitting on Max’s lap, kissing him. Max’s big hands were roaming up and down Nico’s slim back and bony ass as he gyrated on the giant man’s thighs, before they noticed we were back. I moved to the opposite couch and sat down, glad this event seemed to be over. Dennis sat beside me and I gave him a glare, still unconvinced by his attack in the kitchen as a forgivable scenario, but the sight of his muscular body, and the way his eyes looked at me made me relax for a bit. Then he grinned at me and put a hand on my leg as the idea that he faked an orgasm in Nico made me grin too.

“All good?” Dennis said loudly, snapping Nico out of his closed eyes kissing and sliding off Max’s naked lap. Max’s dick was hard again, and he groped it mindlessly as he found my face.  

Max’s eyes looked to me and he raised an eyebrow. “All very good. Now we can talk business.” Max pushed Nico off the couch beside him, pointing to his clothes as Dennis stood up and found his underwear to step into and then handed me mine. I gladly put mine on as I watched Nico gather up his things and ask for the bathroom.

“Dennis get my briefcase from the door.” Max commanded as he stood up, stretching out the giant muscled arms of his and making his stomach look almost long and lean before he flexed his arms together, bodybuilder style, in a double flex to pop out two giant boulders of biceps. His cock hung out, pointing downward as if the weight of it was too much to point upward.

Dennis followed Nico out of the room, pointing to the washroom as he padded off to grab this briefcase. As soon as they were gone, Max took a step to me and grabbed my underwear clad body and pulled me into his naked one. My feet actually left the floor as he picked me up and kissed me again. Then he grabbed my chin and held my face in front of his.

“You are beautiful. Dennis is very lucky man. But I could make you rich. Be my boy and I fuck you like that every day and night.” He waited, gaging my stare as he lowered me slowly, then kissed me again, feeding me his tongue. I didn’t resist, but found my hand on his bulging pec to hold myself still. He kept his hand on my chin as he bent down and grabbed his pants with his one hand. I suddenly felt small next to this huge man, the shape of his body outlined in the light of the room. My eyes darted to the wide doorway of the living room, listening for the sounds of Dennis’ footsteps. He pulled his wallet out of the back pocket and let go of me but I didn’t move. I watched his thick fingers pull out a business card and he held it out for me.

“Take this and consider.” He stared at me again with an evil sort of smile. “You could be all mine boy. You’d like that. Daddy would take good care of you.”

I palmed the card, not looking at it, just stared up into his beefy face. His pecs danced again for me, and he gave me another double bicep pop just to impress me.

“You’d take good care of Daddy too. I can tell.” He touched my face and gave me a small, gentle pat before his fingers went around my head and he pulled me towards him again and kissed me one more time. One long, tongue sucking, face eating time. When I opened my eyes again Dennis was standing in the entrance of the living room in his black trunk underwear, staring at me.

“Good boy.” Max said, patting my face again and stepping back to begin to put his clothes back on. I didn’t let Dennis see I was holding a business card as I bent down to grab my jeans as we all got dressed silently.