CEO Exposed

CEO Exposed

by Victor

I have the best job in the world. The CEO of the company I work for is my mentor which is great because he's a piranha in the business world. Rick Mendiola is a complete Alpha male. He's in his early 40's, six-four; dark, brooding Italian handsomeness, amazing, jacked body. He has a supermodel wife and two handsome boys. He commands a room when he walks into it. It's easy to see how he became so successful and climbed the corporate ladder so quickly. He's a hard ass, domineering, driven, and tough but fair, and very, very easy on the eyes. People throw themselves at him.

I was fresh out of college and had just finished my internship in his firm. I learned a lot from Rick while interning. I watched him dominate his rivals, crush the competition, and, of course, I lusted after his body. I didn't work to closely with him, but I saw him on a daily basis at the corporate gym and in the office. He was always very nice to me and occasionally chatted me up about mundane things like my workouts, sports, teasing me from time to time about being so young and green. He liked me and I was hired on immediately after my internship. But then I was shocked when Rick asked me to work with him and be his executive assistant. I couldn't say no.

We worked well together mainly because I just did what he said because he was always right, and plus having me obey and follow him around like a lost puppy dog made him happy. It helped that I was damn good at my job and could almost anticipate his needs before he did. I worshipped the man. He was the best mentor a guy could have.

One day Rick told me he wanted me to be his workout partner which meant hitting the corporate gym before work in the mornings. Once again, I couldn't say no. It made sense since I was a gym-rat. I was a baseball jock in college and the only one in the office who keep up with him in the gym. We have similar builds, and although I am only 5'10, I could lift just as much as he could.

He was impressed with my gains I was making lately. We started to develop a friendship. After a few weeks, he started asking me to hang out after work even though he had a family. He didn't talk about them much and it seemed like he did everything he could to not spend time with them. He had box seats at all the sports venues and always asked me to join him. He even had box seats at the ballet, opera, and theaters. I wasn't a huge fan of ballet or opera, but I wasn't going to miss a chance to see the man dressed in a tux, and at least ballet had hot guys in tights.

Rick asked me one week to come out to his beach house for the weekend and I jumped at the chance. I was really starting to like him, first as a friend and second as an object of my affection. I could see myself falling in love with this man. We were so much alike and had the same goals and aspirations. We were spending so much time together, sometimes it felt like we were dating. I thought I was finally going to meet his family, but it was just the two of us that weekend. We had a great time doing things we both like to do, jogging on the beach before hitting a local gym, drinking beer, taking out the Jet-Ski, and just getting to know each other, getting more personal. We were shirtless most of the time which made the weekend even more interesting for me. The man was so fucking model-handsome. He was sculpted from granite. His whole body was smooth, either he waxed or shaved I wasn't sure but but his legs, chest, arms, everything were tan and smooth as glass. One thing that surprised me about him was that he wore an expensive looking speedos around the pool that overlooked the ocean. He didn't strike me as the type of uber-masculine, alpha male to wear a speedo. But I started to understand for him, it was a vanity issue, and he was an exhibitionist. I liked that he trusted me enough to ge himself around me since at work, he had to be more strict. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and he knew it. I suspected he knew I was into cock, but he never really said anything about it. After a while, I just gave up trying to hide my attraction for him.

We drank way too much that first night. By the second night we were flying high on booze and a little bit of weed, another thing that surprised me. He seemed so strait-laced. When I get drunk and high, I tend to lose my inhibitions. I was to the point where I was openly flirting with him. By late night, he was flirting back. There was an unspoken energy between us, but there was also that line that shouldn't be crossed between a boss and his employee. Besides, what if I hit on him and he's not into dudes and he fires me, I read him all wrong. That would suck.

All that changed when I woke up the next morning because my dick was hard as a rock and inside Rick's mouth. Dude was going to town on me. I was shocked but at the same time immensely turned on. He was bobbing and slobbering all over my cock.

"Rick?" I asked between two gasps.

He looked up at me with only his eyes which was the hottest thing, seeing his chocolate brown eyes staring at me at he sucked me off. It was very submissive to me, like his eyes were asking for permission to keep sucking. I thought about it, and I pushed his head down hard onto my cock. He looked up at me again but with what I thought was an angry look on his face. I quickly took my hands away from his head and I thought I pissed him off. He doesn't seem like the type to let a dude force him down on his cock but then he also didn't seem like the kind of guy that would even suck cock. But instead of him being pissed, he grabbed my hands and put them back on his head. I took that as a good sign, and I started to jam his head down onto my cock. He made sounds of enjoyment as I fucked his face with as much force as I could, and he seemed to love it the rougher I got. He was gagging and moaning but just kept going. The dynamic had changed suddenly, and it made my feel powerful.

The next thing I knew, he came up off my cock, jumped up and straddled my hard, wet cock and slowly lowered himself down on my bone. I couldn't believe it was happening. This gorgeous 210-pound muscle stud was sitting on my cock. He closed his eyes, moaned, both hands pressed down on my chest as he just started bouncing up and down on my cock.

"Oh my God, Rick. Holy fuck!" I called out as he posted himself. His smooth, slick quads flexed with every inch he lifted himself up.

He just kept staring down at me with such an intense stare like he wasn't going to stop until I was satisfied.

Dude was a natural bottom. I've fucked a lot of guys and I've been fucked by a lot of guys, but this was nothing like I've ever experienced before. He looked down at me, a look of determination on his face. He didn't say anything, just grunting and groaning. He became very docile. Every time I took control, he let me. He seemed to revel in it. This was not the man I spent almost every day with at work. He was acting like a slut. Those guys you see at gay clubs, they're gorgeous, wearing tight clothes or next-to-nothing, showing off their bodies. Those were the slutty guys who fucked everyone, and everyone knew it.

I came inside of him, and he continued to sit on my cock, slowly swiveling his ass around on it.

"Rick," I said simply and almost like a question fill with curiosity.

He didn't say anything. He just ran his hands all over my upper body. I could feel his hole clenching tight around my cock.

"Dude. What is all this?" I asked, hoping to get some kind of response.

He looked confused. "Don't you like this?"

I laughed. "Hell, yeah, I like it."

"Good. I want you to like it," he said with genuine caring.

"Rick, you're my boss and I just came in your ass."

"I know. Isn't it great?" he said, elated as he kept clenching my cock.

"I don't know, is it?" I said back sarcastically.

He stopped. "Are you mad at me, Mason?"

The expression on my face must have been one of disapproval. "God, no, Rick. Why the fuck would I be mad? You're fucking riding my cock like a bitch." I grinned and chuckled still in shock at what was happening.

"And do you like that?"

"You riding my cock? Yeah, I do."

"No, I mean me being a bitch."

I was laying there looking up at a Greek god sitting on my dick and he was asking me if I liked him being a bitch. I mean, who wouldn't? I was realizing that he had some serious issues with sex. He was one way at work, in public but, apparently, in bed, he was a fucking cock whore. It was as if he had a Clark Kent / Superman thing going on, except Clark Kent was a whore.

"Yeah, Rick." His face lit up. Ok, I was really catching on. I was going to milk this even if this was a one-time thing. "Who wouldn't want a bitch like you riding his cock. Big fucking muscle stud like you going down on me. You like being a dude's bitch, Rick?"

I swear I saw him shiver. "God, yes. Fuck yes!"

I recoiled at his extreme response. "Damn, dude. Is that why you asked me here this weekend? You want to be my bitch?"

He nodded his head. "I trust you."

"Did you know I was into dudes all this time?"

He nodded his head again. "Uh huh. Takes one to know one," he said cryptically.

"Yeah, guess you're right."

"I knew the first minute I saw you in the gym, you were the one. Something about the way you moved, your body is gorgeous, they way you stalk your prey."

"I stalk my prey?" I asked confused.

"You may not know you do it, but you have this intense way about you. You become more focused, your eyes stare, your body flexes, you give off a predatory aura."

I was perplexed. I didn't now I did that. "Wow. I guess I need to pay attention more to my body when I'm cruising," I said with a chuckle.

"You are the one I've been looking for."

I felt like I hit the lottery. My muscle hunk boss was gay for me.

"I wish you would have told me earlier," I said. "I could have been fucking you for the past year."

"I had to make sure you were up for it."

"Up for what?" I asked.

"Me."

"You? What do you mean?"

He smiled. "I require a certain kind of man sexually. It's the only thing I ask when getting involved sexually with another man. So far, you fit the bill."

"And that is?" I asked.

"In time, Mason. I want to work into this slowly. I want to make sure you know what you're getting into with me. This is who I am and who I am is a total bitch in the sack. Take that meaning how you want but taking it literally is a good direction."

My jaw dropped. My mentor, my fantasy man was divulging his inner most secrets to me and it sounded like he was into some kinky shit. I'm good with kinky. During our drunken conversations about sex, I hinted I liked kink. I just didn't specify which gender I liked to experiment with. "Ok, you are really serious about being another man's pussy, aren't you?"

"That's all I want," he whispered.

Who am I to question a Greek god sitting on my cock?

I fucked him in every position possible all day and into that night. He could not get enough of my cock. I couldn't believe how submissive he was during sex. He just wanted to be treated like shit and fucked like a whore. He begged me to breed him. I came so much inside his ass I'm surprised he didn't get pregnant. He was submissive and stayed that way all weekend. I just couldn't believe this was the same man I thought was straight, alpha and a total ladies man.

When we returned to work on Monday, there was a new energy in our office. He seemed almost giddy, and everyone noticed. Everyone thought he must have gotten laid, or something really good happened over the weekend. He was more open and loose. We gave each other little glances at the morning meeting. I chuckled to myself watching the hunk in his tailored suit, strut around the board room with swagger, knowing 24-hours ago, he was riding my cock and begging me to get him pregnant.

All that week we would meet up for lunch in his office and I would fuck the shit out of him in his private bathroom. He was always business and professional outside his office and no one knew he was getting railed every afternoon by me inside his office. He asked me again to come out to his beach house for the weekend.

"Hey, Mason. You want to come to the beach again this weekend?"

I grinned up at him. "Of course, I do. You kidding me?"

"Great. Listen," he said in a very low volume even though we were alone. "I'm getting the feeling you're open minded."

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Why?"

"I uh, it's time to show you what I want from you sexually," he said.

God, I hope he wasn't going to be into something fucking disgusting like scat or golden showers or some shit like that.

He smiled, reading my face. "It's nothing bad or disgusting. I just want to try some stuff and if you don't like it, we won't do it."

"Like what? Give me a hint. Role play?"

"I guess you could call it that. You'll see. It's just a little fun."

I drove out Friday night after work. He left before me and said he would be waiting. I racked my brain trying to think what it could be. Role play could be hot, I've done it before. Maybe he was into leather. Damn, I'd love to see him dressed head to toe in leather. Or rubber. Or latex. Rick dressed head to toe in black latex or a leather harness and black boots would make me cum in my pants. I was hard just thinking about it.

I texted him when I was fifteen minutes out. Finally, I arrived, and I was already shaking with horny anticipation. I parked and went inside.

The door was unlocked. "Rick? I'm here!" I called out.

"Upstairs in the master!"

Ok, he wanted to get straight to fucking. I'm game for that.

When I entered the bedroom, I was greeted with a site that was shocking beyond belief. Rick was standing next to the bed wearing an outfit I'd never seen a man wear before. His tall, muscular body was sleek and sexy in a pair of thigh-high black fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, black lace garter belt with lace straps attached to his stockings, a black lacy panty. On top he wore a black lace, skintight corset bustier that made his pecs look even bigger than they were. His thick, black hair was slicked back revealing every inch of his beautiful face. He had some how transformed himself into a real-life stud bitch. He is the only man I know who can wear heels and stockings and still make it look masculine. To have this fucking amazing, muscular, masculine man totally submitting to me, showing me how much he was willing to be used and owned was beyond anything I could have imagined. I thought he must feel completely degraded, embarrassed but his face didn't show it. He looked like he hoped I was pleased.

My eyes bulged. I was frozen to the spot. I just took in his beauty and energy.

"What... oh my... wow," I sputtered.

He had a sexy, sultry look on his chiseled face. "I couldn't wait until you got here, Mason."

I didn't know if I should be freaked out or turned off. I mean, he was a fucking alpha male, the definition of masculinity and he was standing here in front of me in lingerie and looking sexy as fucking fuck!

"Rick. Is this...," I nodded a gesture to his body. "...what you were referring to at the office? What you wanted to try with me?"

He ran his hand over his lace covered six-pack, his other hand tweaking his nipple through the lace too. "Uh huh. Do you like it?" His face was almost pleading with me that I do like it.

I swallowed hard. "Uh..."

He suddenly looked flustered. "If you don't like it, I'll change, and we can pretend this didn't happen."

"No, no, no! Rick, you're sexy as fuck." I stepped toward him. "Look at you. Fucking sexy stockings on those jacked quads." I felt up his legs. "You left early today. You went and workout out, didn't you? Your muscles are fucking pumped."

He nodded and then said, "I was hoping you would be ok with this," he said quietly.

I knew now what he wanted from me. I got it. I liked it. "Oh, baby," I said, laying it on thick, running my fingers through the curls on his forehead. "I'm so ok with this. Is this what you want? You really do want to be my bitch, huh?"

"Yes, Mason. I want to know what it feels like for a woman to be with a man."

"But you don't want to be a woman, right?" I asked, my nose moving along his stubbled cheek,

"No. But I want to be treated like one. Is that ok?"

"Yes, baby. Daddy will treat you like a good girl," I said with a devious grin. Is this really happening?

I could tell he was elated, happier than he'd ever been. I stepped closer to him; he towered above me in his four inch stilettoes. I had to stand on my toes to reach him, more than usual always. After a long make out session, I had him on his back and those smooth fishnet covered legs up over my shoulders so fast he didn't know what hit him. I fucked him for hours, never getting enough. I had a real man under my control, a powerful man who bent to my every whim. I could emasculate him, and he wanted it. I hadn't been with a woman in years but now I remember what it was like except now I had the best of both worlds, the soft lacy femininity mixed with rock hard muscular masculinity.

We fucked our way though three outfits that weekend. We would go out for a beer, watching some football at the bar and he would lean over and tell me he was wearing pink lace panties under his form fitting jeans. Here he was, yelling obscenities at the refs on tv, chugging beers and talking smack, throwing his 210-pounds of muscle around the room, and then, three hours later he was dressed in stockings, heels and a corset, a little eye liner, on his back, legs spread getting his pussy filled with my cock. It couldn't get any better than that.

A few months after our first weekend at the beach house, thanks to Rick, surprise, surprise, I got a promotion to partner. I got an office next to Ricks with adjoining doors. I can go into his office any time he wanted a good fuck in his luxurious executive bathroom, and no one ever knew.

Well, until someone did find out.

I hired a new intern in the office. His name was Brody and I only hired him because the kid was rock solid and gorgeous. I liked this part of the job, getting to hire who I wanted. Since I had a thing for cocky straight boys, he seemed the best choice. I also liked that Brody was on a baseball scholarship at college. Because I had been too, we bonded during the interview. I wasted no time and made him my assistant that day. The boy was 19 and had one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen on a kid his age. He worked out with me and Rick, occasionally, at the gym. I couldn't get enough of his testosterone filled rampages that he took out on the weights during the work out. He was definitely a man's man. He was loud, cocky and didn't take shit from anyone. He exuded confidence and he reminded me so much of Rick. Well, when Rick wasn't bent over in front of the mirror in stockings and crotchless panties getting my dick stuffed inside his muscular little pussy that is. Brody could tell I was into dudes, and he didn't have a problem with it at all. I wasn't closeted or anything. I just didn't give a shit who knew. In fact, it intrigued him because he said I didn't "look or act gay" whatever that meant. He said he would have never known. Honestly, he may not be the best assistant, but he gets to work on time, gets his shit done and does what I ask. He's a real go-getter, but a total opportunist and not qualified for this kind of company even if it was an internship. He was just too hot to turn down.

Everything changed one day a few months into his internship. Brody had become well known around the firm and Rick seemed to like him even if the kid was kind of a dick. It was common for him to come into my office unannounced since he needed access to it to do his job. That day Brody came into my office to get a signature from me on some important documents. However, I was not in my office. It was noon and I was in Rick's office, or more specifically, I was in Rick's ass.

Brody saw that the adjoining door to Rick's office was open a few inches. Obviously, in my haste to get over to Rick's office for our afternoon fuck, I left the door ajar. Well, naturally Brody thought I was in Rick's office and thought nothing about entering unannounced. The problem was that with all the loud grunting and moaning Rick was doing while I was pounding his pussy in his bathroom, we were too distracted to hear him enter the office. Brody heard the noise, slowly pushed the bathroom door all the way open and couldn't believe his eyes. There we were, my pants down, Rick laying on his back on top of the vanity, legs over my shoulders and I was plowing that pussy into oblivion. The kicker was, and I can only imagine what Brody was thinking, was that Rick was wearing only a dress shirt and a pair of red fishnet stockings with red stilettoes.

Brody stopped dead in his tracks. "Whoa. Oh shit. So, sorry."

Rick and I stopped because he scared the shit out of us. I pulled out and shuffled around trying to find my pants. Rick was so shocked he got down off the counter and grabbed a towel, holding it in front of his rock-hard dick.

"Brody!" I said. "Fuck. I uh... it's not what it... fuck!" I was beside myself. I had no idea what to say. I mean, I was ok with being caught with a dude but not ok being caught with the boss, especially one who was married with kids, and certainly not a married boss wearing fishnet stockings and heels while getting nailed.

Brody turned around, scurried out and then back in to apologize. "I'm so sorry Mr. Mendiola." He spun around, his back to us not quite knowing what to do before he turned to leave again.

"Brody!" I called out. We couldn't let this situation end like this. I had to do some damage control. "Stop. Come back." He hesitantly turned around. "Hey, it's ok. It's cool." I reassured him nervously. "You just can't say anything Brody. Please, you can't tell any body."

Rick was still standing against the wall, taller in his bright red heels, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling looking like he was about to be shot by a firing squad.

"No, Mr. Blake, I won't. I swear," Brody said to me.

"Good. Ok," I said, a sigh of relief. Maybe the kid wasn't so bad after all. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I know it must be quite a shock for you to see two guys fucking."

"Mr. Blake, Mason, I'm ok with seeing two dudes fucking," he said laughing. "I'm not naïve. I'm in a frat for God sake. I've seen more than my fair share of guys doing all kinds of shit to each other. Hell, sometimes I watch." He winked. "I'm just, well," Brody looked at Rick with a confused and somewhat curious look. "he's wearing lingerie. I just never would have guessed. I mean..." He trailed off but still not taking is eyes off Rick. Rick avoided eye contact with him. Obviously, embarrassed a subordinate other than me knew his secret.

I chuckled as I buttoned my shirt. "So, you're not freaked out to see your boss fucking the CEO, but you are freaked out because he's wearing stockings?"

"And heels," Brody added. "Well yeah. I guess I've never seen shit like that. It's weird that's all" Rick looked over at Brody with a scowl. Brody knew he offended the large man.

"Not a bad weird, Mr. Mendiola. It's a good weird." Brody said with a cocky smirk suddenly on his face, and he was down right staring at Rick. He thought Rick looked like he was carved out of marble. His skin was so smooth and tight that it made his muscles look like stone. Not bad for an old dude.

"I mean, it's not weird at all." Brody said to Rick. "Hell, if I were gay, I'd fuck you dressed like that too." He still smirked almost like he was planning something.

I tried not to laugh but I couldn't hold it in. Rick shot me a look that said, "What the fuck?"

"In fact, I'd almost fuck you anyway. Right now." Brody winked at him. "You look kind of hot now that I get a long look at you."

Rick raised an eyebrow while I stood there with my mouth open like an idiot.

"Well, Mr. Mendiola, you're into what you're into." Brody shrugged and stepped closer inside the bathroom. "I don't judge and it's none of my business. Besides, like I said, I live in a frat. You have no idea the kinky shit I've seen, and I watch porn, threesomes, orgies, guy on guy, girl on girl; guy, guy, girl. It's all good. I don't give a shit. You can trust me Mr. Mendiola. Your secret is safe with me."

Rick sighed a sound of relief. "Well, I think I'm going to take a shower and get Mason's load off my legs." Rick took off his shirt, was facing away from us. His beautiful, sculpted ass was now exposed for our viewing. The tight fishnets highlighted every curve and muscle in his hamstrings and glutes, not to mention his carved calves. I looked over at Brody to see his reaction and I was a little surprised. Brody was really staring hard at Rick's ass.

"Mr. Mendiola, wait." Brody said. "I do have a few questions. If you don't mind." Body turned, shut the bathroom door, and locked it, which made me concerned.

"You want to know why?" Rick rolled his eyes, anticipating the question.

"Yeah. I'm not sure how a dude like you, who looks like you, who is so alpha, likes to get dressed in lady's underwear and get fucked... like a bitch?" he added the last part as if he were making a statement.

Rick smiled and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders, a signal to him as if to say, "What the hell. Don't look at me. You tell him."

"Hmmm. Ok. Well, I guess..." Rick started to pull on a bathrobe that was hanging next to the shower when Brody stopped him.

"No," Brody blurted out. "Don't put the robe on."

Rick froze and looked at Brody with a puzzled look. "Why not?" Rick asked.

Brody looked at me and held the look for a few seconds. I knew that look. That was the look of a dude who had his interests piqued. He was intrigued by this new exposure of sexual awareness. The look told me that he wanted to know more about Rick's alter ego. The look also told me that he wasn't going to let this go. Because Brody was an opportunist, he was scheming because he had leverage over the CEO. His body language changed. He stood up straighter, his massive chest heaved, and his hands went to his hips giving him a stance of power. I nodded to him, which told him I knew what he was thinking and to go ahead. Suddenly, I wanted to see how far Brody could take this. And I wanted to see if I was going to get a chance to witness Brody with another guy.

"Because I like you like this." Brody stated with a superior air.

Rick looked at me quizzically. Once again, I shrugged my shoulders.

"Uh...ok, Brody." The look on Rick's face was one of careful consideration. He was wondering what was going on.

"Like I said, I think it's... sexy." Brody said with a sly smile.

"Oh?" Rick replied with a feeling of excitement. That statement made Rick excited that he made another attractive man pleased with his body. What was going on?

"Yeah. You've got a hot body, Ricky," Brody using a cute nickname made Rick flinch at the disrespect he felt from the kid.

Rick said, "Brody, I don't think it's appropriate to call me that."

Brody totally ignored the comment. "I meant it when I said I would do you right now. You're making me hot, Ricky. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought I was," he teased. "I bet you're every gay man's fucking wet dream. Tall, handsome, powerful, built like a fucking fitness model but secretly loves to get his pussy fucked by real men. It's all a front, isn't it?"

Rick stood perfectly still and very quietly replied. The forcefulness of Brody's speech made Rick weak in the knees. "Yes."

Brody moved a little closer. "I think I get it now. All day long you're the boss. You have to be an asshole in order to get shit done. And, Ricky, you are an asshole. You're in charge of a whole company and all the employees that work here. You have to be in control, and you need that control all day at work and at home with your family. BUT you also need to lose that control. You need to be the one controlled. You need to be emasculated and dominated in order to relieve yourself of all the stress and responsibility of being everything to everyone, your wife, kids, stockholders. You want to be taken care of like you do your for your wife. What's it like to be her?" Brody stepped even closer. "So, you hook up with a hot, masculine man who reminds you of yourself, what you pretend to be, because let's face it, look at you, you would fuck yourself if you could. You slide on some women's lingerie and that makes you feel feminine, vulnerable, you need protection, the only kind of protection that comes from being in the arms of a big, muscular, masculine man. All the stress and responsibility slide away. Am I right Ricky?"

Rick was still standing there frozen. His eyes were watering, and shame was showing in his posture and his eyes. I myself was standing there frozen as well with my mouth wide open and a raging fucking boner. This kid was a fucking mind reader or something. Or maybe he has just been alpha for so long that he recognized the look in Rick's eyes from time after time of fags wishing they could be with him.

Quietly again Rick answered, "Yes." He was impressed the kid knew him so well.

"Yes? Yes what?" Brody said in a deep sultry voice.

Rick stood up straight and you could see he was struggling with this kind of submissiveness. Brody was his kind of man. Rick was also his employer, and he didn't want to give into a snot nosed, frat boy intern. Brody folded his arms over his chest and flexed his biceps. Rick studied the boy, studied his demeanor, his power stance, his masculine features, square jaw, and his whole athletic vibe. Rick couldn't hold off. This was a real man, a man much younger than himself, a boy. This would be the ultimate release of control and it made him hard. It made him rock hard and it showed. His big cock was erect and trying to force it's way through the tight stockings.

"Yes...Sir."

Once again, my mouth fell open in disbelief. Holy shit. This was happening.

"Good girl," Brody said with a wink.

When Rick heard that he almost came in his stockings. Good girl.

Brody started to circle the taller man, looking him over like he was about to buy him.

"You know, I've got a lot of gay friends, most are frat brothers. We talk about gay shit all the time. Apparently, you guys give the best head AND your pussies are fucking TIGHT. Real tight I'd imagine. Now, I've had dudes blow me, I'm ok with that. It was pretty ok, but I bet a guy your age and experience has perfected it." He looked at me and asked, "Right Mason?"

I nodded yes and my heart was racing. I kind of felt like I was betraying Rick, letting this fuck wad kid take advantage of him. I'm the one who has been taking care of him in the bedroom, the one who he chose to be himself with. I had a hint of jealousy. But now, the situation was mind-blowingly hot.

"And Mason, I bet that hole is tight?"

I was starting to love this. I nodded with a cocky sneer. "Yeah man. Tightest I've ever had."

Brody smiled and stepped up to Rick toe to toe. He looked up at the towering man of muscle.

"I bet it is. A hot dude like you, as much as you workout, has to have a vice-tight ass."

Brody lifted his hand to Rick's shoulder and with his index finger, traced softly and slowly the muscles in Rick's arm.

"Damn. You're so fucking smooth, babe. Rock hard muscle. Nice guns, girl."

He then traced his finger up and down Rick's lacy 8-pack abs.

"What are you, babe? 6%? 5% body fat?"

In a whisper Rick answered, "5% body fat"

Brody smiled, "Nice."

Brody ran his hand down one of Rick's muscular thighs and then back up and squeezed Rick's hard cock. Rick closed his eyes and gave a soft moan.

Brody smiled again. He was getting off on this so much. He felt a rush of power and a surge of blood going to his own cock. The power he was feeling was making him fucking hard. He was the kind of kid who got what he wanted and would do anything to get it. Even if it meant he had to gay it up for his boss.

Brody traced his finger up Rick's abs to his chest. He palmed Rick's right pec and squeezed, sending Rick into another bout of ecstasy. This was when I realized Brody's cock was hard, tenting his body-hugging dress pants. Brody leaned forward, raised to his toes, and pushed his cock against Rick's. He traced his finger up Rick's thick neck and around his jaw stopping at this cleft chin. He reached around and pulled Rick's head down to him. Brody's lips were centimeters from Rick's.

With a hoarse whisper he looked into Rick's eyes and said, "You want me baby? Huh? You want my cock in your pussy?'

Rick was shaking, "Yeah." He whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

Brody inched forward and slowly brushed his bottom lip against Rick's, teasing him.

"Be my girl?"

Rick swallowed. "Yes Sir."

Brody pressed his body to Rick, almost chest to chest. He reached around with both hands and grabbed onto Rick's hard ass and squeezed.

"Mine." Brody whispered and slowly kissed Rick's soft lips.

After the kiss, Brody leaned his head back and looked into Rick's eyes. He raised a hand up to the back of Rick's head and ran his fingers through his thick, wavy dark hair.

"Mine."

Brody pulled Rick's head towards him again and kissed Rick hard. Rick's hands went to Brody's back and they grabbed each other tighter. Rick swallowed Brody's tongue and they both began to moan and grunt as Brody slammed Rick up against the wall. Brody began thrusting his crotch into Rick's and making him squeal inside Brody's mouth.

I'm human and gay, I had pulled out my cock and was yanking like my life depended on it. I wasn't sure what happened, but I think I may have lost my fuck toy. Right now, I didn't care.

Brody pulled away from Rick and wiped his mouth off with his arm. He stared Rick down as he backed away. He turned to me and gave a slight grin. He saw the smirk on my face.

"What? I've kissed a dude before. No big deal."

I chuckled. "Brody, you're a fucking stud. You're a fucking dick but you're a beast."

Brody reached for me, grabbed my chin, and pulled me in for a kiss.

"I know boss man. I know." He kissed me again. "You know, boss, you're a hot guy too. You never know what might happen." He winked and then turned back around.

"So, Ricky. I think I need to dump a load. Know of anywhere I can do that?"

Rick looked at me, then to Brody with lust. "In my pussy, Sir"

"In your pussy," Brody repeated. "Good girl."

Brody turned to me. "You can stay and watch, or you can go, your choice. Either way this bitch is getting bred."

I smiled and went out to the outer office door and locked it. Then I took off my clothes, leaned on the counter and got ready to watch the show begin. Discreetly, I opened my phone and started to video. I sat the phone up on the counter, behind my shirt, facing the two studs and acted like it wasn't there.

Brody undid his suit dress pants, let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them, leaving him standing in his dress shirt, nylon socks and brown leather shoes. He slid his tight boxer briefs down his muscular legs and stepped out of them too. God, he looked so sexy in his shoes and dress shirt.

He turned to his CEO and looked the hunk of muscle up and down. Brody had messed around with dudes in the past but not anything like this. He couldn't believe he was about to dominate the fuck out of the CEO of the company. He had always admired the older man for his aggressive business tactics, his alpha presence, and, of course, the man's prime muscular body. Brody respected a superior man who took pride in his body like he did. He felt a surge of power run through him, a surge of aggression, a surge of ultimate dominance.

"Alright, you hot bitch," he growled to Rick. "So, fucking sexy in your sissy stockings, Ricky. Cute pumps by the way."

Rick's chest was heaving. By the look in his eyes, he was excited with anticipation for the fucking he was about to get from the muscular young intern. Rick had a thing for younger men. He loved nothing more than to be used by younger men.

Brody stepped up to him. "Come here, bitch. Give your boy-daddy a kiss." He pulled Rick down into a deep, rough kiss.

Rick moaned into Brody's mouth while he felt the boy's hard shoulders and ran his hands over his chest.

Suddenly, Brody spun him around and bent Rick over the vanity. Rick watched him lift up his shirt tale, holding it up under his chin while he aimed his hard cock at the tight smooth hole waiting in front of him.

Brody then looked into the mirror. "Look at me, cunt." Rick looked up at him in the reflection. Brody's face morphed into evil, and devious, with a sneer as he drove forward as hard as he could into the CEO's ass.

The force pushed Rick forward, his forehead bumping the mirror in front of him before being pulled back. Rich grunted heavily when he bumped the mirror and then swore. "FUCK!"

Brody just snickered and went into a full-on onslaught of the older man's ass. I sat and watched, stroking my aching hard cock. The sight of the tall, mountainous muscle man, his waxed smooth thighs encased in red fishnet stockings, balancing on five-inch stiletto heels making his beautiful bubble ass stick out while a hot, young, muscular jock drilled him from behind. Brody was now holding onto Rick's developed traps as he pulled back as he also pushed forward with his cock. Rick's head thrown back, howling his pleasure, holding himself up on massive arms with triceps bulging.

Rick's head flopped up and down. "Fuck, Brody, fuck me. Fuck ME!"

Brody bit his bottom lip, gleeful as he heard his CEO begging him to fuck him. "Fuck, yeah, Ricky. Sweet fucking cunt. Big muscle ass taking intern cock like a fucking office whore."

Rick looked at me through the reflection. I was stroking and smirking at him, showing him right now he had no control, that he was for our use only. He had no power, and his subordinates were abusing his pussy. I nodded my head once, kind of a "I see you, sissy". His teeth clenched, his body was being jerked back and forth.

"Fuck, Brody," I said from the sidelines, watching Brody's muscle ass flex and dimple. "Take him, dude. Own his pussy."

"Fuck, Boss," he said to me. "This faggot pussy is unbelievable. So tight, boss."

"Don't I know it," I agreed.

Brady reached down and lifted one of Rick's legs up and place his Rick's knee on the vanity. I could now see Brody's cock plundering my boss's hole. His ripped, perfect leg flexing under the stockings. Rick wrapped himself around his knee, hugging it tight as he took the cock from a different position.

Brody slapped the man on the ass, a smack emanating from the solid, hard muscle, making Rick clench his teeth and hiss. Then the kid grabbed a handful of Rick's ultra thick, wavy, dark hair and pulled back. Rick's handsome face pointed toward the ceiling. Brody pulled his hair as he pushed in. He leaned forward and turned Rick's head to meet in a kiss. They kissed and made out, and then Brody licked the man's ear.

I watched and was in awe of just how much abuse the older man could take from some guy half his age. It seemed a lot but then, but he was built for it.

Brody let go of Rick's head, grabbed his forearms, and pulled his arms behind his back and held on as he fucked. Brody looked over at me. "Hey, boss. Get over here and feed the man. We'll get him from both ends."

I rushed over to the rutting men and jammed my cock into my employer's mouth which he swallowed happily. Rick was not only a tight fuck but a phenomenal cocksucker. I looked over to Brody who was staring at me, watching me feed my cock to our bitch. His eyes were intense, the eye contact laser focused. He reached over and stroked my chest and shoulder with his hand. He licked his lips.

"Fuck, boss. Your body is fucking sexy," he said in almost a whisper. I smirked at him while I reveled in the mouth on my cock. I reached over and took Brody's face and brought it towards me. For some reason he was a little reluctant but then thought different of it and crashed his lips to mine. We made out as the muscle man under us sucked, moaned, grunted, and squealed.

We released our kiss; I grabbed Rick's head and fucked his face while Brody long-dicked his man-pussy. "Fuck, boss!" Brody said will panting. "Ricky is a fucking slut, bro."

I grinned. "Yeah, who knew?"

"Now that I know, Ricky's cunt is ground zero from now on for my cock. You hear that, Ricky? Your fucking sissy muscle cunt is going to get a lot of play from my cock."

Rick spit out my cock and looked behind at Brody. "I'll be your cunt, Brody. Fuck my sissy bitch ass when ever you want. I want to have your fucking baby, fucker!"

Rich closed his eyes and sighed with a huge smile. "Fuuuuck yes."

My jaw had dropped. Hearing the big man tell a kid half his age that he wants him to make Rick pregnant was hot as shit. I could tell that comment was what Brody wanted to hear and I could tell on his face that he was going to cum.

"Brody, cum with me, dude. Spit-roast breed this bitch!" I called out.

He nodded, grunted, and slammed in hard. At the same time, I did the same in Rick's throat and we bred the masculine sissy at once from both ends. Rick made mumbling sounds from his throat, he sucked harder trying to get as much cum in his gut as he could. Brody's body was in a state of frozen flex, slight convulsing as he flexed his ass that was pumping all his sperm into his new bitch.

I pulled out of Rick's mouth and a long strand of drool and cum connected my cock to his lips. His eyes were red and watery. He started coughing hard. I stepped back against the wall, bent forward, resting my hands on my knees, my breathing labored from the exhaustive breathing.

Brody slid out of the smooth, tan ass and stepped back. Rick's face clenched up as he felt the cock vacate his cunt. He then stumbled over to the vanity and leaned against it, resting his head against the mirror, panting hard. He looked like he was in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh god," he murmured with a gravelly, hoarse voice. "Oh, God," he repeated.

Brody chuckled and gave Rick a smack on the ass making Rick flinch again. "Damn, Mendiola," he said, using the man's last name disrespectfully, and like a gym buddy might say to his bro. "Your vag is my new favorite cum dump."

Rick just looked at him in the mirror with a straight face, his chest heaving, still catching his breath. A look of shame came over his face as he looked himself straight in the eyes before looking down into the sink. He was sniffling, his eyes still wet.

I watched Rick in the mirror. I wasn't sure what was going through his head, but it looked like he was embarrassed or ashamed or disgusted with himself. He glanced at me for a few seconds and then to Brody in the mirror then he shook his head. He turned on the water and splashed water on his face. He rested his hands on the vanity again, looking at himself in the mirror. He fixed a lock of hair that was out of place, primping his handsome face. He was standing up straight, his body worked over, the muscle pumped. He adjusted the top of his stockings making them straight as Brody and I watched the man who was our alpha leader clean himself up after being used by two guys half his age.

Brody snorted. "What's wrong, Ricky? You put out like a good girl today. You should feel proud of yourself."

"Proud?" Rick asked him with disgust on his face.

"Yeah, bro. You're the hottest dude I know, and you just got spit roasted by two guys half your age, and you loved it. You're tough bro. You took it hard."

Rick shook his head.

"Rick," I said. He looked at me. "You, ok?"

He thought for a second. "I just got cunted by two subordinates. How do you think I feel?"

"Does it make a difference? You were ok with me doing it. Brody is the only other one who knows," I said. "I thought you'd like it."

"You don't get it. You two will never look at me the same way again. I don't know if I like that."

"Look, Ricky. It's all good. We won't say anything, I promise to act like nothing happened," Brody said with a fake smile.

Rick looked at him, deciding whether or not to believe the cocky opportunist. "On one condition," Brody added.

Rick rolled his eyes. "There it is." He shook his head. He's been in business long enough to know this shit could happen. Nothing is free. Everything has its price. "What do you want, shit head."

Brody smirked. "I'm not going to tell anyone or use your secret pussy against you. But I would like some concessions to make it worth my while."

I looked at Rich who looked at me with anger on his face. I was actually shocked Brody was this much of a cock-bite.

"After my internship is over, I want a permanent position, full bennies right away, stock options, my own office and access to you anytime I want."

Rick looked at him with a crazed look. "You what? I can get you a job but I'm NOT giving you anything else."

Brody shrugged his big shoulders and then he pulled on his briefs and then his pants. "All or nothing, cum breath. Don't test me. I would hate for your wife to find out about your little faggot fetish."

Rick looked at me again. I shrugged and looked unsure. "I think he'll do it, Rick." I looked at Brody and said, "He seems like a total fucking asshole."

"Thanks, boss," he said to me with a cocky smile.

"Fuck you, Brody," I said giving him the finger. "I only hired you because you're hot. You're not qualified for this job."

Brody looked at me with anger. "Fuck you, Mason. You dick."

Rick chuckled.

"What are you laughing at, grown man, dressed in bitch stockings and heels getting fucked like a whore?" Brody spat out.

Rick observed the cocky frat boy. He thought the kid was beyond sexy and hot. He enjoyed the way he fucked, and he liked the verbal fuck talk. He thought about it and said to himself having two hot boys who didn't mind he likes to wear sexy lingerie while getting fucked wouldn't be too bad. In fact, if he could handle the duality of the whole situation, this may be a good thing.

Rick crossed his arms over his massive chest and looked down on Brody. "Fine. It's a deal."

I looked at him shocked. "What?"

Rick stared down the hot intern. "I said, fine. In public, you show me respect, don't abuse my authority and in private you can do whatever you want to me."

Brody stuck his hand out to shake. "It's a deal, princess."

Rick smiled and shook the kid's hand. "You know, I'd really like to smack that cocky shit grin of your face."

I laughed. "Me too."

Rick said, "But your pretty face is the only thing you have going for you. I wouldn't want to mar up your best attribute," Rick said with a sneer. "I like a guy with a hot face fucking me."

Brody primped in the mirror before heading to the door. "Laugh it up, cunt. I mean, Mr. Mendiola, Sir." Then as if a light switch was flipped, Brody's demeanor changed. "Mr. Mendiola, I have those stats you wanted, and I bound them like you asked. I'll leave them on your desk. Is they anything else you need, Sir?"

I looked at Rick while Rick stood silently, studying the boy. "No, Brody. That will be all. Thank you."

Brody gave us a charming smile and left the room.

Rick grabbed his pants that were hanging on the wall. He kicked off his heels and stepped into the pants and slid them up.

"Are you really going to give him what he wants?" I asked with genuine concern.

He zipped up and buckled his belt. "Yes. If that's what he wants."

"Why? He's such a dick."

"Mason, I have a specific need that needs to be filled. You've been filling that need very nicely."

"But?"

"But having two of you... one of you being "straight" ...willing to allow me to dress up and get fucked like a bitch, that outweighs any chance of not having that need filled and possibly being exposed and not being able to do what we just did again. I can't afford a divorce, and I have my kids to think about."

"Ok. I'm good with it if you are." I said, patting him on the shoulder.

"I thought you would be. You and Brody, not matter how much you hate him, you two have a connection. I felt it during that fuck. He got off on watching you and vice versa."

"He's hot as fuck but he's not the kind of guy I want as a friend. Fuckbuddy is fine."

Rick smiled showing his dazzling white teeth. "Are we still on for this weekend?"

"Hell, yeah. I'd never pass up a weekend screwing your tight ass," I laughed.

"Good," he said. "I did a little online shopping. I bought some great pieces I think you'll like."

"Yeah?"

"Shiny white satin stockings, white heels and a shiny white satin corset."

My dick tingled. "You had me at shiny white satin stockings."

"Thought so." He buttoned up his shirt and I followed him out the door into his office. He turned and said, "And invite Brody to the beach house, too."

As much as I wanted Rick to myself all weekend, another go with Brody, watching him own Rick, would be fucking hot as hell.

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Mendiola."