The employees didn't understand why the boss had suddenly hired a security guard. He was rude, obnoxious and he reeked of smoke. Beides this, they never had any use for a security guard. When they confronted their boss with it, he aimply said that it wasn't their concern.
They didn't know, what the security guard and their boss were doing after hours...
“Hey Wilson. Get over here…. I hear you are a faggot cocksucker. Are you?... Don’t bother answering. I heard from Rebecca that her husband, Deputy Akers, questioned you at the rest stop on the highway. When she told me that, I was going to talk to my father to get you fired. We don’t need your kind around here. I was telling Frank and Burt that I was going to do it, and you know they both told me not to. Frank said he would quit if I did that. It seems that you’ve been gobbing their knobs for some time….
“Frank and I go back a long time, to our days in the Corps. We used to go through whores together, hundreds of them. When he said you suck better than all of them, I thought no way. Burt totally agreed. Frank told me I should give your mouth a try, that your mouth knows how to take care of a big dick. But unlike the bitches we used back in the days, you can take a good skull fuck.
“That got me thinking. If my best bud from the Corps and my six-foot six foreman—two of the manliest men I know—can let a faggot swing on their dicks, when they can get any woman they want, you must be that good. You better be that good.
“I made sure everyone has left for the day. It’s just you and me. If you mention this to anyone, even Frank and Burt, I will personally shove my fist so far into your face that you will have to reach behind your head to pick your nose. That’s not just a promise, that’s a fucking threat. Now get on your knees.
“The fuck?... You want another bitch slap? Then don’t fucking look up at me…. Did you just say, ‘Sorry Sir?’ That’s right you know who’s fucking in charge. It’s big isn’t it? It gets thicker at the base. I know you fags like to know size, that’s eight and a half inches of grade A beef.
“To the root faggot. To the fucking root. Oh fuck. Oh man. Damn boy, Burt and Frank were right, you know how to take a cock. But this isn’t about you bobbin’ my knob. I’m in control of this fucking blow job. That’s it, gag on it faggot. Your throat pussy is sliming up my dick real good….
“No, this is no pussy; this is a cunt. Cunts are meant to be used and tossed aside. Treat them like shit. Make them feel that they are nothing. They are nothing. You know what? You are worse than that. Pull off. What do you have to say about that, faggot?
“…Jesus fuck. You want to be treated like a piece of shit?... Do Frank and Burt treat you like that?... They do? And faggot, you were addressing me as ‘Sir’ at the end of each sentence a few moments ago. I want that to continue.
“What does Frank do to you to treat you like shit?... Smacks you around? Across the face like this?... Oh yeah. I like doing that. Very few bitches know how to take a hand slap and know that it is a man’s right to assert his dominance…. The best part of cunt slapping you is that I don’t have to hold back my strength, and you thank me afterwards. I’m beginning to get the appeal of you faggot. What else does Frank do to you? He probably does your ass…. I knew it…. He also shoves his fist in there?... How the hell does that work?... Nevermind.
“What about Burt? What does he do to you?... Oh that’s nasty. You stick your tongue into his ass crack? Why?... What the fuck? What if there’s skid marks?... You really are disgusting. You want to eat his ass like that?... And drink his piss?... Of course you are a piss drinker.
“In the corps, there were a couple of bitches that Frank and I would fuck before pissing all over them. Do you drink his piss too?... What do you mean you drink from ‘all of them’? How many other guys on my payroll use you?... Just one? Who?...
“…No way! My dad’s best friend Clay Richardson? The man I have known since I was a boy? That one? Wow. And what does he do to you?... The entire weekend?... And when you are not tied up in his basement?... You are a party whore? Fuck, I haven’t been to a guy’s night out with a party whore in years, and you do it every weekend? What do you do there?... Yup, that’s a party whore’s duty, but you are a faggot. You probably do a lot more.
“As disgusting as you are, and you are quite disgusting, my dick is rock hard and leaking. I can see why Frank and Burt were so protective of you. You going to Clay’s tonight?... What time is he expecting you there?... That’s forty-five minutes from now. You show up like that?... OK. What if you are late?... He’ll whip you? Well, my cock stands between you arriving on time and you being whipped.
“Get that mouth open. I’m in control of this blowjob. I don’t care if you gag, puke, or pass out; I’m not going to stop. Breathe when you can.
“Fuck yeah. That face was made to be slammed into my crotch. Your throat is better than any cunt, bitch, or whore I have been with. The throat slime is so juicy. Oh man, I will be using this quite frequently. It’s not going to be long. Faggot. Oh fuck. I’m going to be fucking brutal to you. So brutal, that you are going to want to quit. But I ain’t going to let you quit. The guys won’t let you quit. You belong here to be on your faggot knees. I’m going to enjoy smacking you around.
“I’m getting close. You ready? Don’t give a shit if you ain’t. Here it comes. Here it comes. Faggot! Here it cuuuuuummmmms! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Goddamned!... Whew! I will be using that throat going forward.
“No. No. Don’t pull off. I need to piss…. Ahhhh! That feels so good. So fuckin’ natural.
“Fag, fag, fag. You really need to get going if you are not going to be late…. What are you doing? Get back on your fucking knees. I’m not done with you. I want to know what it’s like to have a tongue inside my shithole.
“Of course that will make you late for Clay’s party. In fact, I’m going to take you there directly from here. And I am going to ensure you are late. I want to watch him beat you. I want to see you servicing Frank and Burt. I’m fucking crashing that party.
Here’s my ass. I trust you know what to do…. Oh fuck. Oh Fuck. Goddamned. Man alive! I’m going to set my watch timer. You have thirty minutes back there. I expect your tongue to be active all that time.”
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