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On the Board
By Emile, 2010
Usual caveats apply.
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Cam Cross-Miner got ready for the brutal fuck, gritting his teeth and trying to relax his tender arse hole, but there was no easy way to take it, and he still grunted loudly as the 12 inch thumper pierced his battered sphincter. Miguel was pressing his hands on Cam's thighs, forcing them wide as Miguel's latin cock buried itself another 2 inches into his hole. Miguel was thick, almost freakishly large, although Cam hadn't seen many cocks until recently, In fact, the six cocks around - and in - him were half the total number of pricks he'd set eyes on in whole 25 years of his sheltered life. And they were all so big! He'd though his 9 inch donger was impressive before. A spurt of precum spitted over his face, stinging his eyes. His boss, Will Miner, was a real leaker, and he was slopping dickleak all over the junior's face. He'd seen his stumpy log before, in the work washrooms, even in Will's own house, after dinner the night the young stud Cam Cross had asked for Mindy Miner's hand in marriage. In fact, this had all started that night.
Miguel couldn't force it any further, so he drew back, and rammed it in hard, forcing Cam to scream loudly. All the guys cheered at that, and hooted when Miguel slapped him across the face for making a noise. These guys, with their dorks poking out of their expensive suits, they'd been his equals, once. Fellow executives. But this was a game for them now, and they all dripped and spewed scum across him as they jerked, eyes glued to the action. More guys were outside his office, on tiptoes looking through the glass. Everyone could see him getting fucked on his desk. Of course, Miguel wasn't a colleague of his. From the look of him, as Will had escorted him into Cam's office this morning, he was a street sweeper or something. He'd just brought him in, his wrinkled grey hand resting on Miguel's tanned exposed shoulder, and introduced them. He was just wearing some ripped dungarees, his monster pushing at the flap, bare hairy forearms folded over his barrel chest and a smirk on his face. Will told him to assume the position, and while he neatly began stripping his three piece Brooks brothers suit, which Will insisted he wear to and from the office for Mindy's sake, Miguel just shucked the filthy denim, revealing the thickening prong that it poorly hid.
Moments later, Cam was in position, kneeling on all fours on his rosewood desk, muscular arms and thighs spread apart, butt facing the two men. The only clothing he retained was the dirty black jockstrap Logan made him wear. The jock was old, caked with Logan's loads and ripped strategically to expose flesh, while still trapping the fuckstick tightly in its elastic grip. But best of all, in this position, the jock strap not only cut two deep lines against his bubble butt, but it exposed his gaping red brutalised hole to the audience inside the room and beyond. Cam was an all American athlete, with square cut pecs and chiseled abs and a bubble butt that hugged his football pants all through college games, so there was something perversely satisfying for many of the guys to see him taken down a peg, his muscular arse spread and hole tender. Many of the crowded executives had played squash against him in the company tournament, and his ripped college tank top, blonde fuzz underarms and profuse sweat made the games feel like school contests, especially all the goading and catcalling Cam used to do "in the spirit of the game". Guys had really enjoyed going to battle with the Blonde Tank, that is until he started up with Mindy and the games became more serious. Now, like those thatches of blonde hair, his dignity was gone, and they could openly enjoy him grimacing and clenching as he took the degradation that was served up for him.
Miguel kept shoving his pussystuffer in, jamming it against the slick suctioned hole, but he was too big and blunt to force his way further into Cam's unprepared arse. He pulled out with an audible pop, and shifted back into Cam's leather chair, his sweaty arse grinding into the seat. He pulled Cam back over the desk, forcing him from the doggie position he'd been fucked in, down into a sitting position right over Miguel's spic bruiser. Cam grunted and squealed as Miguel bounced him on the head of his cock, forcing him inches deeper each time, although he didn't get much chance before Will's leaky prong plugged his mouth, spewing slugs of baby batter over his tonsils. By now his own dork was leaking the thin stream of junk into the jock that it always produced, since the boys made sure he didn't come, ever, not a trace of semen in his watery loads, Will's wedding gift to him having been a vasectomy, to make sure he wouldn't knock up Mindy on her wedding night. They didn't have much sex anymore, Will made sure of that, and Will planned on making sure that if she ever fell pregnant, it was to a better stud than Cam, like Julio, their gardner, who fucked Mindy twice a week in their bed. Will had installed Julio and his 17 year old son in his daughter's new home to keep and eye on Cam, but the more time went on, the more Will secretly wanted to see his young daughter heavily pregnant with a mixed-race child, with the shame of the secret, and the dread of the revelation at birth. For now, he was working on getting Julio and his 17 year old son to fuck Cam instead. He could blackmail them too, if he had to, but he doubted that would be necessary. Perhaps Cam could even move out to the gardeners hut with them. The thought made Will leak little spurts of prefuck all over Cam's handsome face.
Miguel was getting excited, and began battering his horsecock against Cam's hole, squirting volleys of precum with each thrust. Miguel's hairy sweat slicked chest smacked against Cam's back with every deeper thrust, the sweat trickling down with his own to lubricate the brutal fuck. Cam began grunting from the extreme pain of Miguel's careless banging, but his mouth was quickly plugged by Logan's fat porker. Logan Hawser was a 33 year old junior partner, and had given him his jockstrap at the first 'special board meeting', after Will told them how he wore boxers to let his cock breathe, since he got embarassingly sweaty and uncomfortable in briefs. He'd told Mindy some personal stuff in their courtship, and Mindy told her daddy everything. At the time, Cam was in no position to argue, kneeling naked on the boardroom table, learning the now familiar position, while Logan tentatively fingering his then-virginal arse and the other well dressed men all circled him like vultures. Logan used his favourite expression - "Hey, got something for you, my-man-Cam", only now the boss' protege had become his plaything, it wasn't a key account or a client lunch, it was the sweaty jock right off his moist and salty sack. Now he was getting a first hand taste of Logan's funky banana, as Logan pushed the pulsing head against Cam's pouty jock lips, letting the prefuck soak in a little before thrusting slightly forward, splitting them slightly apart so the dickleak could coat his tongue. Cam had learnt to open wide, teeth back, tongue out, when Logan facefucked him, and Logan took pleasure in slowing down the pace, coating the mouthhole with tangy jizz while he warmed up, before slamming his throat raw at the climax. But with the hairy latino about to unload in Cam's worthless arse, Logan barely had time to get Cam to clean out his foreskin before Miguel shot, roaring, filling Cam with his spic juice.
Logan pulled out, his dick still drippy, leaving ropes of precum dangling down Cam's clippered chest. Logan liked the way the blonde fuzz trapped their spunk and spittle, but they all still couldn't wait to take him down another notch and shave him smooth as a baby. Since the guys could pretty much fuck Cam whenever they wanted, they didn't mind pulling off for a while, dicks still hard and juicing, to maximise Cam's steady humiliation. This time, as Cam tried to slide off the leather chair, arse still winking vainly, Will and Logan grabbed him under each arm, hauling him onto the rosewood desk so his wet back and sloppy arse soaked into the papers. As communications director, he had the ironic task of defending the company to the endless housewives that wrote in, and the guys enjoyed watching him repeat the same menial tasks over and over, as each batch of paperwork got ruined by their wanton fucking. It made for long, hard nights for Cam.
Having pivoted him onto his back, each man grabbed a muscular thigh and an ankle in each hand, pulling his legs up and against his upper body. Being a rugged jock, Cam wasn't very flexible, and the position was agonising for him, but it brought his arsehole up and over his face, allowing Miguel's hot dickspit, which his rosebud was slowly pumping back out, to drain steadily onto his face and into his open mouth. He hated the taste, the smell, everything, and regularly choked back puke when they did this, but Logan had taught him to keep his lips open and tongue flat against his perenium, or much worse would come. As he swallowed the goop, he could feel Logan's dick hardening, and knew it wouldn't be long before he got fucked again. Sure enough, Logan hurried the process along, moving his thigh hand up until he could dip his finger deep into Cam's trench and scoop out the cum and arseslime from Cam's pussylips, pushing them towards his waiting tongue. His finger drilled deeper, the start of a finger fuck, and soon he was groaning as Logan's truncheon rose to full mast. Getting the signal, Will handed Cam's other ankle to Logan, and he repositioned behind him, lowering his arse just enough to rub against his hard, waiting dick. As Will finished the paltry transaction with Miguel in the background, telling him to drop by someday if he felt horny, while the office began cheers and hoots as Logan lined up his second fuck for the day. And while Logan's pussystuffer was smaller than Miguel's, he made up for length in girth and sheer animal brutality.
All the men had animals on the mind. As Logan's wolverine python began prodding at the suckered arselips, forcing the tender flaps to suck his cockhead tight, Will grabbed Cam's green kit bag, and gave it to Miguel as a 'bonus'. Cam cried out, although as much from the pain of the arse-tearing as the knowledge that the bag, filled with $1000s of bucks of his best casual clothes by Mindy as she faithfully packed for his 'family hunting trip', had just been given away free to some spic hick. Cam had been losing a lot of his clothes that way - the guys giving his stuff away in the gym, the office - anywhere they stripped him down, an extra humiliation post-fuck that he went a little more naked, or filthy, on his way home. Truth was, since he didn't have any free time of his own anymore, he was running out of clothes, and excuses for Mindy too. She offered to buy him more, but her father had put a stop to that, telling her that a man's dress was his business, no matter what he wore. Now he watched, crushed, as the last of his casual clothes and underwear went out the door on the brawny arm of his sniggering rapist.
There were the tears of pain in Cam's eyes, partly from Logan pile-driving his fat rammer the first few inches into his trench, but more because his new baby brother-in-law, Trent Miner, had just stepped into the room, and was slack jawed at the site of his blonde hero and idol getting pistoned on his executive desk. Until then, Cam had been the older brother that Trent had never had, and the two had bonded throughout his courtship with Mindy - playing ball, shooting hoops, generally goading each other on with a friendly rivalry. Trent - always the wiry athlete at school, a natural runner and swimmer - always felt marginalised by the football jocks at school, who just 'tolerated' other athletes, and to be embraced by the older more rugged version of those jocks was the acceptance he craved. For Cam, it was the family he'd always wanted, Mindy was a sexy vixen when she wanted to be, Trent was his ideal future kid, and Will was, well, rich as Croceus. Of course, that was all before. Now, he was trapped.
Will put his sweaty hand around Trent's shoulder, loudly whispering in his ear. "Told you he was a douche, Trent m'boy, and here it is in the flesh... you wanted him to come on the huntin' trip anyway..." Cam was torn (literally, but also) with a desire to look away in shame, but also to silently plead with him with his eyes, get Trent to stop his father from his cruel degradation. When Will had began his little torments, he'd been too ashamed to stand up to him, and was desperate to marry Mindy, and now it had bolted past the point of no return. Cam racked his brain for how to tell Trent this was not his doing, to beg him to make it stop. But Logan saw Cam was distracted, and served him up a hard whack to the balls to get his attention. Cam cried out and gasped, and Logan just barked "I said push back fuckjob", and reluctantly, aware how this would look to Trent, Cam gritted his teeth and forced himself to brace against Logan's hard fucks. He quickly glanced back again at the corner of the room, to see Trent's attitude. If there was a chance, he'd just lost it forever by fucking himself against Logan's pumping prick - Trents eyes narrowed to steely slits, fierce with anger and mistrust. Cam wanted to do something, but his brain was clouded by the fat choads forcing their way into his arsepucker, and now another sloppy drooling dork slipping into his mouth from his left. As his vision was obscured by a long hairy porker poking through pinstripe slacks, he heard Will sheparding Trent out of the office with a cryptic "now I know your disappointed, boy, but Cam can be useful in other ways, yet. Let me tell you how the trip will *really* be..."
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