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THE CORPORATE CUMDUMP - PART 7
I was quite surprised to see that darkness had fallen, when I exited the library. I hadn't realized that so much time had passed while I sucked cocks. I hurried to my car, and drove to the office as fast as I could.
The building was empty. The last few stragglers were already leaving, and only the maintenance crew were there. As I entered my office I got a message from Daniel:
"I want to fuck you in my office. Get over here!"
I hurried to the fourteenth floor. Everything was dark, except for one office. I peeked in and saw Daniel, sitting on a fancy executive swivel chair, behind a large desk. His jacket was off, and he was wearing a white shirt and a tie. He looked as fresh as a daisy, as if he had just arrived at work in the morning. As I closed the door and moved towards him he pushed the chair away from the desk. His trousers were open, his legs were spread wide open. His semi erect cock hung out. At that moment he looked so sexy and commanding that I felt my knees buckle, and I knelt in front of him, taking his cock eagerly into my mouth. But Daniel pushed my head away.
"Stand up! Strip!" he barked the commands at me.
I complied, glancing around nervously to make sure that we were alone.
"Bend over the desk! Show me your arse! I want to make sure that you still have the plug inside you." Daniel commanded.
I bent over the desk, half turned to see his reaction.
"Not like that!" Daniel complained. "Put your face down on the table. Stretch your arms straight out in front of you."
I sprawled over the desk, pressing my cheek against the wood as I stretched out. Daniel grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward. There was a click, and something metallic closed on my wrist. I raised my head and saw that he had handcuffed me to the table.
"Hey. That's not funny," I protested. "Let me go."
Daniel ignored me, and grabbed my other wrist. I tried to pull away but I was too late. He was stronger than me, and easily pulled my arm forward and handcuffed it to the desk.
Now I was bent over the desk, barely able to raise my head a few centimetres. I pulled and struggled, but I was trapped.
"I don't like this! Let me go," I begged him.
But Daniel moved behind me and grabbed my leg. I kicked out and tried to get away, but he grabbed my balls and yanked on them hard, and I gasped in pain.
"Shut the fuck up!" he growled, and pulled my balls harder.
I shut the fuck up, gasping and squirming from the pain. Without releasing my balls, Daniel kicked my feet, making me spread my legs, and quickly tied them to the legs of the desk. In a very short time I found myself bent over the desk, my legs spread wide, my arse and balls exposed.
Daniel slapped my arse a few times, making me gasp and jerk with the sting.
"Please don't hurt me," I begged.
Daniel picked up my socks, and before I could react he pulled viciously on my balls. I gasped in pain, and as I opened my mouth he pushed the socks into it, gagging me. My scream of pain became a muffled groan.
Then he bent and opened one of the desk drawers. I turned my head, and craned my neck, fearful of what new torture he would inflict on me. Daniel took a glass bottle from the drawer. There was a string attached to the neck of the bottle, and he gripped the string, the bottle swaying back and forth. He positioned himself about a meter behind me, and swung the bottle. As it swung forward it hit my scrotum, which dangled enticingly between my legs. I gasped in pain, and the bottle swung back and then forward, hitting my dangling balls again. I moaned and writhed in pain, trying to wriggle out of range of the bottle.
"Oh yeah, wiggle your arse," Daniel said. "It's so much more fun when you do."
Daniel continued hitting me this way for a few minutes more, while I cried and struggled. Then he stepped up to me and wrapped the string around my balls . The bottle now swung from my scrotum, it's weight pulled quite painfully on my balls.
I tried to beg him to stop, but with the socks in my mouth only a few unintelligible grunts came out. I shook my head and tried to look as abjectly pleading as I could. But Daniel ignored my feeble attempts. He pulled the plug out of my arse, quite roughly. Before I could react he had shoved his cock into my arse hard, and he began fucking me as hard as he could. The force of his rough penetration made the bottle hanging from my balls sway and jiggle, and it pulled even more painfully on my balls. I lay there, crying, while Daniel took his time fucking me.
When he had orgasmed twice in my arse, he pushed the plug back into place, and untied my balls. I almost cried with the relief to my tortured balls.
I tried to plead, shaking my hands to ask him to release me. Daniel moved across the office. I heard the door open and shut, and the lights in the room went out. I lay there, sprawled across the desk, in the dark office, my scrotum throbbing with pain. My mouth was full of the taste of the sweaty socks that I had been wearing all day.
A couple of minutes went by. The door to the office opened, and the lights came on at the same time. I turned my head, and saw a black skinned guy standing in the doorway, looking at me. It was Sami. I jerked in shock, but tied up as I was I could barely move. I felt my face get hot as I blushed, and I turned my head away.
Sami said nothing. From the corner of my eye I saw him take the waste paper basket from underneath the desk, and empty it into a large bin.
I heard more steps, and an exclamation, as someone else came into the office. I risked turning my head, and saw a second black figure connecting a vacuum cleaner to an electric outlet in the office, and then heard the whine of the vacuum as he began to clean the carpet. I buried my face in my shoulder as much as I could, feeling ashamed to be tied up and naked in front of these men. But at the same time I couldn't help feel aroused by the public humiliation and the feeling of helplessness of my situation. I felt my cock twitch.
The two maintenance men cleaned the office, talking back and forth in a language that I could not understand, and laughing raucously. I was pretty sure that they were making lewd comments about me. This was confirmed when the guy using the vacuum cleaner turned the nozzle on me, and moved it up my legs, as if I was another piece of office furniture that needed cleaning. I tried to say something. I shook my head violently and screamed as loudly as I could. But all that came out was a loud series of grunts. The two men ignored me, talking and laughing as the vacuum nozzle moved over my body.
When I felt the vacuum cleaner prodding my cock and balls I could not prevent my body reacting. I began to get an erection. This caused more raucous laughter, and the vacuum nozzle moved to the cleft of my arse.
That was when they noticed the plug that was still in my arse.
The vacuum went silent, and I felt one of the men grip the plug by the base, and tugged on it. I felt the plug push against my sphincter, as the man pulled a bit harder, and the plug emerged from my arse. As the full width of it crowned and then emerged from my arse both men exclaimed. They seemed to like it. I felt the plug being reinserted and then pulled out again, harder and faster.
One of the men positioned himself behind me. I felt calloused hands probing at my arsehole, and then the man shoved his cock into me. I yelled and struggled, but he grabbed my head and banged it hard on the desk. Groggy and woozy I felt the man fuck me hard. After a few minutes he let out a loud yell and thrust his cock hard into my arse, as he came.
No sooner had he pulled his cock out, and the other guy took his place. As he shoved his cock into my arse I tried to yell, but the socks gagging me muffled my screams, and my pathetic attempt to squirm away also failed. He fucked me hard for a while, grunting with every thrust of his cock. Eventually I felt a second load of cum flooding my arse.
As the second big cock slipped out of my arse I felt a pressure on my sphincter, as the buttplug was reinserted in my arse. The two men then turned off the light and left, closing the door behind them. I was left alone, bent over the desk, in the dark.
At some point I must have fallen asleep. It was fully light when I was jolted to awareness as someone opened the office door and came in, closing the door behind him. As he moved into my field of vision I saw that it was Daniel. I moaned and thrashed around, and Daniel pulled the socks out of my mouth. I was so grateful I thanked him profusely.
"It looks like you had a fun night," Daniel smirked. "Want me to leave you here for another round?"
"No!" I almost yelled "Please. Let me go!" I was almost crying at the thought of having to endure any more.
Daniel unlocked the handcuffs, and untied my feet. I hurried over to the corner, where my clothes had been tossed like rags.
"Ah ah ah," Daniel admonished me, as I began to pull my trousers on. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
He opened his trousers . "I feel like fucking," he said
"My arse is so sore, can't we skip that?" I pleaded.
He pretended to consider this.
"I don't think so. I don't want you getting any ideas," he replied. "Now, bend over.
I gritted my teeth, and bent over the desk as he inserted his cock into my arse, and fucked me hard until he came.
"Ha! See how easy that was?" he laughed, as he removed his cock from my arse and reinserted the plug. "Practise makes perfect, when it comes to opening your arse."
He swatted my arse.
"Now clean my cock off and go to work. You don't want to be late."
I licked his cock clean, then hurried out and went to my office. My smart suit and smooth white shirt were creased and dirty. I needed a shave. I felt weak. There was still a feeling of tenderness in my bruised and abused scrotum.
I had barely sat down at my desk when my stomach cramped badly. I hurried to the toilet, and made it just in time, as a slimy mass of colourless liquid leaked out of my arsehole. It was the combined semen of all the guys who had fucked me. I thought of everything that I had done in the previous 24 hours, and the humiliation of it hit me. Servicing random guys, being used by maintenance workers in the building. Would Sami and his friend now expect me to let them fuck me every time they wanted? The thought made my cock stiffen, and I sat in the toilet at work, stroking my cock and thinking about what Daniel had made me into.