One of them drops to his knees.
Is it
Shirtless
Suited
I invite him and his team into the conference room. This is the fateful day. They hold all the cards for the hostile takeover, and they stride in purposefully, cockily.
I offer them water, and he takes a big sip. We start talking, and then I smile. It’s working. I can see him getting groggy, slurring his words.
“What the fuck?” His lieutenants are affected too. They sit by helplessly.
I slide my chair back, walk behind him. One of my men hands me the clippers. I start on his carefully coifed hair, tearing off big patches.
As I shave his head, I can see his muscles relaxing. It’s working. I’m removing the source of all his strength.
When I’ve shaved him clean, I order him to stand. He struggles to his feet like a seventy year old with arthritis. I unbutton his shirt. His hands twitch as though he’ll try to stop me. But his biceps are useless weight now. He can’t even raise his arms.
I pull the dress shirt out of his pants, tear it off him. I smile at the nipple rings. Twist them. He moans. I look down and see the big bulge in his pants. That’s one muscle that’s still working.
I reach down, undo his belt, unzip his fly. His pants fall to the ground. And then I pull down his briefs.
The biggest cock I’ve ever seen jumps free. I can’t help but stare. My own dick is hard in my pants, and I think, “His could eat mine up.” I groan out loud. Do I see a smile forming on his face?
“Take it out,” he mumbles, and for some reason his words seem like a command. I unzip, pull out my hard cock.
My cockhead is almost up against his, and again, I have the image of his eating mine. I moan aloud.
His cock jerks against mine. I feel its heat. I feel my knees going weak. Now, he smiles. I fall to the ground, kneeling in front of him. I can’t stop myself from kissing his cock, licking it, worshipping it. His men and mine look on as I abase myself.
“Suck it.” His voice sounds surer, more in control.
And I suck it. As I do, I feel myself getting weaker. It’s as though my strength is being drawn out of me by his cock. He thrusts deep into my throat, choking me. My throat accommodates him, and my chest muscles slacken. His cock is draining me.
I look up, see his eyes staring down at me, triumphant. He raises his arms, flexes his ceps. His pecs are magnificent.
He reaches down, tears my jacket, tie, and shirt off, exposing me. He slaps my pecs and they jiggle, having lost all definition.
He pulls his cock from my throat and mouth. I desperately try to get it back and he laughs.
“Patience, boy.” He hauls me to my feet, bends me over the conference table. My exposed cock is leaking all over the papers that are there. He pulls down my pants. I’m naked with everyone watching.
His cock finds its way into my crack. “How much do you want it?”
I grunt. His aide comes over with a contract and a pen.
“Do you want it enough to sign everything away?”
I grab the pen. I sign. I know I’ve lost everything.
And then he just pulls away from me. He addresses his men. “Nothing else we need here, boys.” They take the contract and leave.
My aides line up behind me. Each of them fucks me raw. I shoot four times.
When I’m recovering, drenched in my cum, filled with theirs, Security arrives. They haul me naked out of the conference room, throw me out on the street. One of them throws the pieces of my suit after me. As I struggle to cover myself, people stare, thinking, “Just another crazy homeless man.”
