This story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of watersports and raunch. If you are underage or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you like the story, please send me an email: nastybottom_in_vegas@yahoo.com
Thanks to everyone who has written to me over the last couple of months. You have encouraged and inspired me to keep writing. This one's for you.
I just sat there, sort of half paying attention as Treavor went through the Powerpoint presentation he had been preparing on the plane. All I could think about was his ass and the farts he was releasing into my nose while he was working on it. This, of course, led me to thinking of the amazing fuck he had thrown me after I drove him to his corporate apartment. He wrapped up his presentation and answered a short round of questions. My boss thanked him and said that the meeting would adjourn for half an hour. Treavor asked my boss where the restroom was located.
"Alex," my boss said, tossing me a key, "could you show Treavor to the executive washroom?"
"Yes Sir." I replied and walked out the door with Treavor following me.
When we got to the door, I unlocked it and stood to the side. As Treavor walked past me and into the restroom, he softly but forcefully said, "inside." I glanced to see that nobody was watching me and then walked in behind him. He locked the door and walked over to the toilet. I dutifully fell to my knees and crawled over to between his legs. Like the scene in the apartment, he farted loudly and pushed my head between his thighs to sniff it up. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth onto his cock, just as his piss started to flow. I quickly started to drink it down as his turds started to splash into the bowl. He grunted and pushed out his shitload as the last dribbles of his hot piss landed on my tongue.
When he was done, he stood up and bent over. Like before the command was simply, "asswipe."
He reached back and spread his cheeks to allow me to get in and clean his shitter completely with my tongue. It was a little dirtier than it was earlier that morning, but it wasn't too bad. After I was done to his satisfaction, he stood up, pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. He looked himself over in the mirror and walked over to the door, unlocked it and left.
I just stayed there for a minute, amazed that this was happening to me and quickly realized where I was. I went over and re-locked the door, flushed Treavor's shitlogs and used some of the mouthwash that was on the counter. I couldn't imagine going back into the meeting with the smell of Treavors piss and shit on my breath.
After I was sure I was presentable again, I unlocked the door and left. As I walked out, there was a suit from another department about to unlock the door and go in. Thank god nature hadn't called him five minutes earlier.
I returned to the meeting and sat through the remainder of the presentation. I sat there just remembering and re-living the events of the last 24 hours. I was a mess. I couldn't focus or concentrate on what was going on. And to make it worse, I had a raging hardon that would not go away. Finally, the meetings were done and I could relax. I went into my office and replied to a few urgent emails and was packing up to go home when my boss walked in.
"Having trouble staying focused in there?" he smiled.
"Um... yes sir. Sorry about that." I apologized.
"I can understand that, you were on a plane all night. Must not have gotten more than a few hours of sleep." He said.
"Yes, that's exactly it." I said, thankful that he had thrown me a lifeline.
"I just hope that Treavor wasn't offended," he said looking behind him and closing the door, "I am going to tell you something, but it is strictly confidential. Can you keep a secret till tomorrow evening?"
I nodded.
"This will be announced officially tomorrow at the close of business, but I have been offered a promotion and will be moving to Dallas. Treavor Wilkinson will be moving here to take over my position. I hope you will do your best and show him the respect and fine work ethic that you have always given me."
"Thank you sir. We will certainly miss you here but I don't think working for Mr. Wilkinson will be a problem. I think he is someone I could easily respect."
"I think you'll do just fine," he said, walking out the door, "remember, just between us."
"Yes Sir," I said as my mind began to ponder the ramifications of this new situation.
A moment later, Treavor popped his head in my door.
"Going home?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," I replied.
"Good, I need a ride back to my apartment." He said.
I quickly gathered my things and walked out the door. He was waiting and fell in behind me as we walked to my car. As before, he waited till I opened the back door for him and he slid in. We rode in silence toward his apartment as I thought about what the future held for me.
After I parked and opened his door, he said, "Come inside Alex. I have something for you."
"Yes Mr. Wilkinson." I replied.
After we got into the apartment, he turned to me. " I want you to walk into the second bedroom, strip and place all your clothes beside the door. I want you to lie down on your back. the rest should be obvious to you. When I am ready, I will come in and use you when I am ready. Understood?"
"Yes Sir." I replied as he walked into the master bedroom.
I walked into the bedroom to find a weight bench. I quickly followed his instructions and undressed, carefully folding my clothes and placing them neatly beside the door. The two posts of the bench where the weight bar normally would be had been padded with foam and duct tape and had been turned to resemble stirrups like at a gynecologists office. There were a couple of short pieces of rope hanging from the tops of the posts. On the bench were a ball gag and a blindfold. The room seemed to be empty otherwise.
I took the ball gag and placed it in my mouth. I securely locked it behind my head, first comfortably, then thinking again tightened it up another notch. Then I placed the blindfold over my forehead and laid down on my back. I couldn' think of a way to tie my ankles into the stirrups, so I left them undone. I laid back, covered my eyes with the blind fold and waited... and waited.... and waited. I'm not sure how long I laid there, because I drifted off to sleep, the redeye flight finally catching up to me. When I woke up, my ankles had been bound to the posts and my wrists had been tied together under the bench. I could hear a couple of muffled voices outside in the living room and I had no idea what time it was.
The door opened and someone came in. The ball gag was removed and I worked my jaws to relieve the soreness and stiffness. A hand went to my chin and hel my mouth open as something was placed in my mouth and strapped behind my head. At first I thought it was some other type of gag, but I realized it was hollow, like a tube of some sort. I knew I could breathe through it and it sounded like my breath was coming through a short hose or pipe.
After the decvice was attached to me, my head was laid back on the bench. I heard a zipper and soon felt piss splashing thrugh the tube and into my mouth. After the initial shock, I quickly began to drink it. The piss stream slowed and finally stopped. I heard the dick being put away and the zipper was closed. Then the person who had just pissed into my mouth walked to the end of the bench where my ass was open to his inspection. He ran his finger around the hole and pushed one inside with no lube. He drew it out, sniffed it and wiped it under my nose. Then he smeared something cool and greasy on my asshole and left the room.
I laid there, smelling my own assjuice, feeling the cool grease on my hole and tasting the piss that was leftover in my mouth. After a short while, I heard Treavor's voice coming toward the door. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but soon after that he opened the door.
"Here he is, gentlemen. Use him however you like." I heard him tell god knows who and how man others."I'm sorry that the toilet is broken, so you'll have to make do in here."
I felt the presence of others in the room, but had no idea how many there were. I just decided to relax and make the best of it. There wasn't much else I could have done other than maybe moan through the tube. One of the men walked near my head and released his zipper. Knowing what was coming next I prepared to drink down his piss. First I heard him hawk up a gob of spit and felt it hit my tongue as he spit it into the tube. I nearly gagged but swallowed it anyway. Then his piss began to flow down the tube and I drank it down to keep from drowning in it. After he was done, he turned around and farted right into my face. I sniffed it up as he and at least three others laughed at me. I was sure that I recognized at least one of the laughs, but I didn't know who it was.
After that, I felt someone prodding at my asshole with his fingers. "He's got a nice cunthole huh?" I heard Treavor ask. "You should fuck it, but I'm sure the little faggot isn't clean. He's good about cleaning up after himself though."
I felt a cock being lined up at my hole and then popping inside. After I had relaxed a bit after the initial intrusion, he slammed it in as hard and as fast as he could. I gasped through the hose in my mouth as he began to fuck my ass hard! While he did, another pisser stepped up to my mouth and let his pissload wash down into my waiting mouth.
The guy abusing my ass was pounding hard and fast, like a piston but he suddenly pulled out. The next thing I felt was a load of cum shooting down the hose into my mouth along with the familiar scent of shit around me. The fucker must have pulled out and jerked this load into my mouth with some shit coating his cock. I swallowed it down as another man took his place in my asshole, which must have been gaping open after that abuse. The second fucker started pounding my hole with authority while the first removed the tube from my mouth and replaced it with his dirty dick. I sucked and licked it clean.
The second fucker quickened his strokes and finally came in my hole. He pulled out with a slurping pop and came up to drop his dirty cock into my mouth. I licked and slurped at the crap and cum coating his cock. There was an especially large chunk under the head and I gagged as I licked it clean and swallowed it.
"You see gentlemen," Treavor said, "this little piggy was just made to serve real men. I'm surprised you didn't recognize it in him before now."
With that, I felt his now familiar cock slam into my gaping and dripping asshole. I grunted loudly as he made his forceful entry. But quickly adjusted to the ride. He was pounding me hard until I heard a whisper. He kinda stopped, buried in my ass.
"I've never tried, but I'm sure he will." I heard Treavor say. "He's a real pig. Just squat over his mouth and try."
Treavor resumed his fucking as I felt a man's thighs on each side of the bench. I smelled the familliar scent of a mans ass and balls over my face.
"Give him a few hits of poppers." Treavor said, "he's gonna need it."
I felt a small bottle being held up to my nose and I inhaled a little. The bottle contained some sort of acrid chemical. I hadn't sniffed anything like it before so I was a little cautious. The guy holding the bottle closed one nostril while holding the bottle to the other. I just laid there.
"Snort it fucker!" Treavor said as he slammed his cock into me hard for punctuation.
I sniffed deeply and felt a wave of warmth and tingling sensations wash over me. I sniffed again and suddenly all that mattered in the world was my mouth and asshole. Nothing else was even a thought as the rush of sexual energy took over and I wanted nothing more than to eat the ass of this stranger over me. I snaked out my tongue and took a deep lick up his asscrack.
"Give him more," Treavor said.
The hands forcing me to inhale the poppers placed the bottle at my nose again and held it there as I snorted it up. The feelings intensified and my tongue went nuts on his shithole. Treavor stopped fucking me and leaned forward as if to watch what was happening up top.
"Do it fucker." Treavor said as the hole above me began to bud out and a fart blasted into my face. I sniffed it up and started tonguing his hole again. I felt the tip of his turd making it's way out of his hole and into my mouth. I freaked! Treavor slammed his cock in my hole again and demanded, "open up fucker."
I opened my mouth and felt a cloth soaked with the poppers shoved under my nose. I inhaled deeply as the turd dropped into my mouth. I started to gag.
"Alex, you can do this," Treavor demanded and pounded my hole again. "Swallow it."
As the shit hit the back of my throat, I reflexively gagged and swallowed, allowing the turd to slide into my belly. My stomach was churning and I thought I would puke, but I couldn't imagine all that shit and piss gushing back out of my mouth, being tied up as I was so I surpressed the urge and forced myself to calm down.
As the man dropped another turd into my mouth and stepped off of me, Treavor said, "Good pig. Now hold it there."
I held the turd in my open mouth as Treavor pulled out of my ass and came to my head. He placed his cock into my mouth and pushed it into the turd already in there. The turd was pushed to the back of my throat and I gagged.
"Swallow." Treavor demanded.
I did, again fighting the urge to puke.
"Good Pig." He said again, "Suck"
I sucked his dirty cock into my mouth and began to give him the best blowjob I had ever given. He started pounding my face and finally let his cum jet into the back of my throat. I licked and slurped him clean and he pulled out.
"Anyone have any piss left? I think this toilet needs a flush." Treavor asked as a dick started to spray into my mouth. I let it pool up in my mouth and used it to swish away the taste of shit, then swallowed it.
Finally all the men left the room except Treavor who was untying my ankles and wrists. I rubbed them as I moved freely for the first time in hours.
"You did well Alex. My associates were impressed." Treavor said gently, "You will be happy with the results. Now, I am going to walk the gentlemen out. You will get dressed and walk to your car. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the office."
He walked out and I took the blindfold off. I saw the funnel gag device that had allowed the men to use me as a urinal. My mouth tasted like a public restroom smells. I wished I had some mouthwash or a toothbrush but I did as I was told and got dressed and stretched. I walked out to my car and drove home, wondering how my life would change with this man as my new boss.
The next day, the president of the company came down just before closing time. He gathered me and all my coworkers in the dining room and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have seen explosive growth within the corporation this year and the time has come to make some changes to better facilitate that growth. First, we are announcing that Marshall Waite will become our new Senior Vice President of New Projects and will move to our Dallas office." A round of applause and well-wishing filled the room. "To fill the immense void left in his absence, we are transferring and promoting Treavor Wilkinson from Dallas to be our Vice President of Operations." A small smattering of applause. "To assist Mr. Wilkinson in his transition and beyond, we are promoting someone from within your ranks to the position of Assistant Vice President of Operations. This young man has recently proven himself to me to be quite adept at dealing with difficult situations, and I feel that he will serve Treavor well as he leads this division into the new fiscal year and the years to follow. That young man is Alex Daniels." I was dumbfounded. "We wish the three of them all the best in their new endeavors."
I didn't know what to think. Wait a minute, I had proven myself to him? But he never knew I existed...I thought... until last night!