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This is part 5 of my story "Company Retreat". It's my first time writing for a site like this, so please be patient with me.
This is a work of fiction. Some of the situations and people are based on personal experience, or things I heard from friends. But by and large it is all my fantasies.
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How do I get myself into these situations? I wonder, not for the first time. There is an old saying about a wise man being able to avoid getting into a situation that a clever man knows how to get out of. Well, apparently in my life I?ve managed to accumulate neither wisdom nor cleverness.
It started out with a message on my phone, quite early one morning, just as I arrived at work.
?Slave! Be on the fifth floor in position ready for use in twenty minutes?.
Just reading it I can already feel my cock getting hard in my trousers. It?s been a month since we got back from the company retreat, and Alex has been using both my holes daily, sometimes more than once. I?ve never been fucked this much in my life, and I never seem to get tired of it. In fact, the more he fucks me, the more I come to crave it. The more humiliating and demeaning he treats me, the more I enjoy it, and want his approval. Sometimes a look from him is enough to get my cock hard.
The fifth floor is an unoccupied anomaly in the building. It was never completed, and still has the unfinished, rough concrete floor, and exposed pipes of the original construction. The entire floor consists of a huge open space, broken only by the few supporting columns, with a central pier containing the elevator shaft and stairwell, along with a couple of storerooms. The detritus of builders is strewn around: a trestle table, a couple of broken looking chairs, a huge coil of thick electrical wiring. Empty coffee cups stand on every surface, every windowsill and in every corner, mute witness to the only use the fifth floor ever had: an unofficial smokers corner. That was until the management closed it off. The lifts don?t stop there, and until recently I had thought that there was no way to get in. But Alex showed me a kind of back door.
Once I?m there, I go into one of the storerooms. I strip, blindfold myself, and get down on elbows and knees, arse up and facing the door, waiting for my master to make use of me. There is a draft blowing from an open window somewhere, and the air moving over my body and my exposed arse and balls makes me feel slutty and horny. I risk a couple of jerks on my rock hard cock, using my own precum as lube, but I?m careful not to go very far. Alex will be furious if I come without his permission.
I wonder if it will be single use, or if Alex will come with his anonymous friend. I?ve never seen his friend, and despite asking several times Alex has never told me who it is. He has dropped a few hints, and even promised to tell me if I agreed to an unspecified task. But so far the guy has retained his anonymity.
From outside I hear the sound of footsteps. So used am I to waiting like this that I don?t even turn my head as the door opens, until I hear an unfamiliar voice say ?What the-? and another voice, laughing. I jump up in shock, yanking the blindfold away, and follow my first instinct, which is to run and hide. There?s a kind of inner room that leads off the storeroom, and I run in there, locking the door behind me.
And now I find myself asking again. How did I get myself into a situation where even clever men would hesitate to go? And more to the point, what can I do to extricate myself from this predicament? My heart is pounding and I?m panting with fear. Being caught at work like this, I could lose my job. At the very least I?d be ostracized and become a laughing stock. I might even be forced to resign. But more than that, I?m afraid of getting beaten up by these guys.
It?s very dark in this little room, just a bit of light leaks in around the door. I hear two voices outside, and someone turns the handle of the room I?m in. The door rattles on its hinges, and now that my eyes have adjusted to the low light I can see that the door is quite flimsy, little more than a plywood partition on hinges. It won?t stop two guys for long, if they?re determined to get in.
Again I hear a murmur of voices from outside, but it is too low to make out what they?re saying. I move closer to the door, and suddenly one of the guys bangs hard on the door. The door shivers and rattles on its hinges, and I jump back, heart pounding.
?Hey, faggot!? one of them yells. ?You gonna hide in there all day??
I consider my very limited options.
?I-?my voice trembles, and I break off and clear my throat before trying again. ?I?ll leave, then. I won?t disturb you. You guys can get on with whatever you?re doing.? I say. My voice quavers, I still sound afraid to my ears.
?You?re welcome to leave anytime you feel like. We won?t stop you.? Comes the reply.
This sounds too good to be true.
?Well, then pass me my clothes, and I?ll be going.? I try.
?Yeah, not gonna happen.? Says the guy. ?We?ll hang onto them.?
?So what am I supposed to do??
?Walk home naked, for all I care.? I hear the other guy snickering at that.
?Be reasonable? I plead.
?Come out here then, and we?ll discuss it. Maybe you can buy your clothes back.?
So that?s the way this will go. For the first time I feel a bit of hope that I will manage to get out of this situation. It?s now a matter of price.
?Er, listen. I don?t have a lot of money-? I start.
?Oh, it doesn?t necessarily have to be cash. You can buy your clothes in other ways.?
?I- er w-what do you-?
?Come out here like an obedient little faggot, and we?ll discuss it.?
I hesitate, and almost as if he can hear the thoughts running through my mind he says
?It?s your call. We?re gonna leave now, and take your clothes. Oh, and your phone.?
His voice sounds more distant now, and I hear footsteps fading away. I realize that I have no choice
?Okay, Okay. I?m coming out.?
The footsteps stop. I unlock the door, and peek out. Nobody is in sight, so I step out, covering my crotch with my hands. The storeroom is empty. I peek out into the empty space of the fifth floor.
The two guys have set up a couple of chairs, near the window, and they?re sitting there next to each other, smoking. When they see me peeking out one of them waves me over.
?Come on out. No need to be shy? he adds as I hesitantly pick my way across the rabble strewn floor, covering my crotch with my hands. The one guy is older, bald, with a van dyke beard, and very blue eyes. He has quite a considerable beer belly. The second guy is younger and quite thin, olive skinned, with a few days stubble, and black hair.
I stand in front of them, naked,hunched over, with my hands over my crotch.
?So?what are you gonna do to earn your clothes back?? The older guy is the one who?s been doing the talking. He has a slight foreign accent. Maybe Eastern Europe.
?Er?well? what will it take??
?Stand up straight and move your fucking hands!? He snaps.
I straighten up and move my hands to my sides.
?Lets see?? He says. ?trousers, shirt, underpants, socks, shoes? that?s 7. The phone is worth at least five. Shall we say ten??
?Er, ten??
?Yeah. Sounds about right.?
My heart sinks, and I hesitate, afraid of the answer I?m going to get.
?ten? what??
?Guys? He says.
?Guys??
?Yeah. In your mouth.?
The younger guy looks away when he says this, and snickers, and this makes the older guy smirk.
?You expect me to suck the cocks of ten guys??
?Idon?t expect anything. As I said, you?re free to go any time. But your clothes stay until you?ve paid us.?
Despite myself, despite the fact that this is a pretty scary situation I feel my cock stiffen, and I blush. He notices, and says to the younger guy ?Damn. We should have set a higher price.?
?No! We agreed! ten, no more.? It?s clear that I won?t be able to bargain him down now, it?s just a matter of minimizing the damage.
He unbuckles his belt. ?Let?s call this one on the house.?
?No, let?s call this one a down payment.? I respond.
?Depends on how well you do.?
I kneel in front of him, and unzip his trousers. He is wearing what once was white boxers underneath, and the tip of his uncircumcised cock peeks out of the fly. I pull them down, he cooperates by raising his arse just enough for me to pull his trousers and his boxers down. He sits in front of me, trousers round his ankles, legs open wide. His body is sparsely hairy, his pubic hair a forest. His flaccid cock consists of the mushroom cockhead in his foreskin. I take it into my mouth, closing my lips around it. I tighten my lips as much as I can, making his foreskin retract as his cock goes into my mouth. It tastes vaguely of piss and unwashed sweat. As I suck it, it grows to a very respectable size, probing at the back of my throat as I take it as deep as I can. Out of the corner of my eye I see the younger guy opening his trousers, and playing with his erect cock.
?Of course you know that we mean full service.? the older guy says. ?Front and back. Understood??
I have half been expecting this, so I?m not terribly surprised. I nod, without removing his cock from my mouth. The younger guy, who up till now has just been sitting and watching, leans over and pinches my nipple hard. I wince in pain, and say
?Oww. Yes?
?Yes?.?? The younger guy pinches harder, and twists, and I flinch away.
?Ow! Ow! Sir. Yes Sir?
The older guy stand up, and turns around, leaning his hands on the armrests of the chair.
?Well, on with it, then.?
I part the cheeks of his arse. It smells bad, a mixture of unwashed sweat and something else. But I begin by licking up and down the crack of his arse, and his taint. Slowly I lick and kiss his arse crack, my tongue closing in on his puckered sphincter, then probing it as hard and as long as I can. The guy moans his appreciation, bends forward more, and reaches behind him, pulling my face into his arse.
?Ohhhhh. Clean it up good! You like that, don?t you?? He half says half growls.
?Yes Sir. I love cleaning men?s arseholes, Sir.? I respond.
He turns back, grabs my head and fucks my mouth. He?s not gentle, but I find that I can handle it. He keeps it up for a while, then releases my head and pushes me towards the younger guy. He grabs my head, and pulls it onto his cock, and also fucks my mouth for a while. His cock is cut, and a bit longer than the older guy?s cock, but not as thick.
?Let?s spit roast him on that table? the older guy says, pointing to the trestle table a few meters off.
They lead me over to the table, and make me lie on my back, with my head hanging over the edge. My head is exactly opposite the older guy?s crotch, and he rubs his cock over my lips until I open my mouth and his cock slips in. As he fucks my mouth, the younger guy lifts my legs and slides his cock into my arse. They fuck me together like this for a while, until the older guy pulls his cock out of my mouth and shoots his load into my open mouth. This is enough to put the younger guy over the edge, and he thrusts his cock into me, straining as he also shoots his load. He withdraws his cock, panting, and the older guy says
?Ok now clean his cock off.?
I scramble off the table, almost losing my balance in the process, and kneel in front of the younger guy, licking his cock all over, as it detumesces. After a few minutes he pushes my head away.
?Eight left? I say. ?
?No, we said ten.? The older guy responds.
?But I just sucked both your cocks? I protest.
?You said you?d do me on the house. Think of it as a proof of concept.? He replies.
?No, I never agreed to that. And anyway, what about him?? I point to the younger guy.
?He fucked your arse. We agreed on loads in your mouth.?
?That?s not fair.? I protest ?You?re changing the rules to suit yourself.?
He shrugs ?Nobody?s forcing you. You wanna leave? Go.?
?No, let?s get it over with. Not like I have a real choice, is it?, I say wearily.
?Here?s how we?ll do it? He says. ?You get dressed now, and come with us. We?ll take you to a quieter, more?? He looks around at the grey, unfinished floor with distaste. ?Let?s say more pleasant environment, where we can be a bit more relaxed. We?ll provide the cocks, you?ll repay your debt, just make sure you?re ready to take on ten guys. And don?t think you can get out of it. We know who you are, and where to find you. If you renege on the agreement we?ll make sure you pay. Understood??
?Yes, Sir? I say softly, feeling very dejected.
They give me my clothes, and I get dressed. My thoughts are racing. Is there a way to get out of this? Maybe I?ll see Alex. Maybe he will talk to them and get them to call it off.
But my hopes are dashed. They take me straight down to the parking, and load me into a van. We see nobody along the way, and they kept my phone, so I can?t call anyone. Effectively they are kidnapping me, and I feel scared.