Young man looking for sex with older man gets much, much more than he thought he would.
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The company had sent me out for a three week consulting spot over at Megaherz Corporation, and there I was in my assigned cube working out what was wrong with their messed-up computer system. It was, I hoped, my last week there. On Friday my report would go in and maybe there'd be a meeting to discuss the results and then it was on to bigger and better things. One afternoon a tall, well-dressed guy walked over to my cube to strike up a conversation with me. He was cool and low-key. Introduced himself as "Mr. Conroy of Corporate Security." I explained that I was working on recommending a fix for their computer system. He explained that he had been with Megaherz since it started and was, as a friend of its president, assigned to handle special high-security projects. At first, I thought he might be checking out all the consultants to see what we were up to, but, as he kept trying to impress me with his background I realized he had other interests. He was typical corporate - streaks of gray hair, pin-stripe suit, white-on-white shirt, mirror-polished wing- tips, muted silk tie. But, unlike most older corporate types, he was in great shape. He was obviously solid muscle and he had the clear skin of a man who works out and eats well. He told me he was in town to supervise a corporate move. I kidded around with him a little, saying that corporations only move in circles. He laughed at that, then suggested we have a drink after work. Now, Dana Marie Klosky sits in the next cubicle, and I didn't want her getting any ideas, so I said, "Maybe some other time" while I was writing down "Name? Time? Hotel? Room No.?" on a post-it note. He said "O.K. - maybe some other time" and swept the note up with one hand, then walked away. Sure enough, after he left Dana Marie was around the corner in a shot. "Gee, Steve, you sure have a nice way of turning them down! How about you and I have a drink after work?" "Tonight's out - I have to teach a class on systems organization over at our offices. How about Friday is that a good day for you?" She said "O.K." and we arranged to meet at one of the nicer local watering holes at five-thirty on Friday. On the way out, the receptionist handed me a sealed envelope. I waited until I was out of the building and halfway to my office to open it. There it was: Jim Conroy, 7:30 p.m., Hampshire House, 1922. Brief and to the point. I walked the rest of the way to the office, dropped off my report at the desk for proofing and then took a leisurely walk that would get me to the hotel at 7:30. I walked past the desk clerk and went straight to room 1922. "Steve here," I said, knocking. Jim Conroy opened the door in his bathrobe, motioning me inside. "Glad to see you could make it, Steve." There were two beds, one turned down the other had a closed suitcase and briefcase on it. He smiled at me and opened his robe, revealing his trim, muscular body clad only in briefs. Returning his smile, I quickly stripped naked. From the way he was standing and looking at me, I could read his need to be the dominant. Fine with me. Whatever. I walked over to him, whistled at his body and got down on my knees in front of him. I pulled down his briefs, releasing his good-sized tool and gave it several hot kisses. He stepped out of his briefs and took charge, pulling my head firmly back. "I want to do you from behind. Get onto the bed facing the pillows, knees under and butt up towards me." While I was assuming the position, he pulled a ball gag out of his robe. "Put this in your mouth and bite down on it. I don't want any noise from you when I go in." Obediently, I put in the ball gag and he buckled the straps loosely behind my head. Next, he ran his strong hands over my butt and legs. "Looks nice from here." I felt his warm spit drip onto my butt-hole. He positioned the head of his prick up against it, then pulled my arms straight back, I figured he wanted to use them to pull me onto him. I tried to relax as much as I could, preparing for his entrance. With a quick motion, he cuffed my hands together, then my ankles and reached up and cinched the gag tight in my mouth. Next, he chained the handcuffs to the ankle restraints. Suddenly, I was completely helpless. "Kinky as hell," I thought. He grasped my nuts and felt them up. "A good sized pair," he commented. He walked around the bed and sat down across from me. By turning my head to the side, I could see him sitting there. "Steve," he said, "today was my last day with Megaherz Corporation. I'm officially retired. I came here to cash in my retirement plan and pick up the rest of my assets in cash. Tomorrow morning, I'm leaving for a foreign country. No need for you to know which one. You and I are going to have a lot of fun tonight. When I leave tomorrow, I'm taking your balls with me." With that, he opened the briefcase. One by one he showed me the items in the briefcase, explaining what they were for. "Scalpel for opening your scrotum." "Povidine solution to prevent infection" "Stainless steel hook to pull out the cords" "Clamps for the cords." "Mini-propane torch for sterilizing, cauterizing and severing the cords" "Prepackaged Novocain injections to kill the pain" "Cyanoacrylate cement for sealing the cuts in your sac" "Plastic bag to carry your balls in" "Muscle relaxant and sedative to put you to sleep while I'm off to catch my plane." He had it all planned out. He was going to nut me and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I couldn't even plead for him not to - my mouth was sealed by the gag. "Now this will all be much easier if you submit without resistance. If you resist, I'll give you a full shot of the relaxant, so that you'll be unable to move for six to eight hours. You'll feel everything and believe me, I'll take my time and I won't use any painkiller. If you cooperate, I'll inject the Novocain and the procedure will be painless. Blink twice if you'll go along with me." I was in a hell of a fix. It looked a lot better for me to go along with him. At least that way, I would lose them painlessly. I blinked twice. "Good. A wise decision." He went behind me. I thought he was going to start removing my balls, but he wet my butt-hole with his spit again and slowly worked his tool into my ass. He was a real pro. It went in with hardly any discomfort as he pushed it slowly down. Once he was in, he began a slow and quite pleasurable pumping. I felt his warm dick massaging my insides, occasionally bumping my prostate. I wasn't helping him at all at first, but then I got into the spirit and began using the moves and tricks I had learned over the years. As he grew more excited, I tightened myself around his dick when he was all the way in, then rapidly rotated my butt so that his dick head, engorged and swollen with trapped blood, rubbed hard against my insides. I heard him gasp with pleasure, then cry out, "Steve, this is great. I love it, oh, I wish it could go on forever!" He came with a shout, then collapsed over me in exhaustion. For my part, I had discharged my load of semen onto the towel he had thoughtfully placed on the bed before starting. I had had a fantastic orgasm and relaxed gratefully under his weight. I had emptied my balls for the last time, I thought. Lying there under his weight, I waited for his next move. After a little while, I realized he wasn't breathing. I squirmed out from under him, and he rolled off onto the floor onto his back, his unseeing eyes directed toward the ceiling. Suddenly, I realized I had to get loose somehow. The key to the cuffs was on the table. I got off the bed and knee-walked slowly over. Using my chin, I pushed the key off onto the floor, then lowered my hands over it. It took a while of fumbling, but I finally managed to unlock the cuffs. Next, I freed my feet and unstrapped the gag. I put all the restraints on the table. It had taken almost half an hour to free myself. The corpse on the floor had a bluish face now. There was no chance of revival. Suddenly, I had an idea. He certainly didn't need his balls anymore, did he? I muscled him up and into the bathroom, draping him over the edge of the bathtub so that his balls were easy to get at. With his scalpel, I made two narrow slits in his scrotum and quickly squeezed his balls out through the cuts. I remembered seeing some candy in a dish. Sure enough, the pricey hotel had provided three Mozart Kugeln, foil wrapped chocolate balls, for their guest. I took two of them, foil and all and stuffed them into his scrotum as replacements. Last, I glued the skin together firmly with the cement. There was very little blood, since his heart wasn't pumping. No need for painkiller or muscle relaxant, either. "Well, Jim," I thought, "I might have been able to revive you if you hadn't trussed me up like that. Too bad for you." I cleaned him up, dressed him in his briefs and laid him on the bed. Not bad looking for a corpse. I went through the room carefully and found another suitcase hidden in the top of one of the closets behind the blankets stored there. One of his keys fit the lock, and I discovered that I had been paid nine hundred fifty thousand dollars for a single kinky homosexual act. I packed everything up the way it had been, wiped the room down and left, leaving the towel but taking the suitcase. As an afterthought, I hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. As if anyone could. On the way home, I picked up some spaghetti and a jar of marinara sauce with mushrooms. Dinner would be spaghetti and meatballs.