Corporate
Rivals: Part 3
by Theodore
Graham
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The Reckoning
The new year has begun.
Thoman's position at the top of the heap has been cast in stone.
My conquering of Morgan has given me 7 months of Ansaldi revenue.
I will now begin the process of methodically and completely routing
Simi Corp. They have other business lines and they can keep them.
But they will be forced out of the one in which I compete with them.
On the second Wednesday of the new year, I got a call from Jim.
I was surprised. He said he was back in town and had been asked
to apply for the Simi Sales Head position that had been vacated
by Morgan. I was further surprised to know that Simi had not replaced
Morgan yet.
At any rate, Jim and I agreed to see each other that Friday. I would
cook dinner and we could catch up. I got a stirring in my crotch
thinking about this sexy boy. He had been the source of more than
one of my jacking sessions over the months. I wondered if he looked
the same as he did last year.
He arrived at my place a bit early. I took that as a welcome sign
of eagerness.
He looked just as good as the day I had last seen him. His smile
had me at first sight and the rest of him reminded me of my fantasies
about him over the last few months. This time he was certainly casual
with great looking jeans, a nicely detailed black button down and
black Adidas trainers.
I cooked up a light but quite excellent meal (please pardon my boast)
and we lingered over it and a couple of very good bottles from my
cellar followed by some choice whiskeys. I told him in sharp detail
about my bout with Morgan. He had many questions and I answered
them thoroughly.
I was feeling good. I think he was too. Then, the conversation turned
and we got down to it. He wanted a rematch. He wanted it right then.
While I was actually hoping for and expecting that, what he did
next caught me off-guard.
He said he wanted to propose A Deal.
I was aghast.
He actually wanted to attach stakes to our pending match!? Did not
the last Deal he tried with me end up with him losing his client,
his job and then skipping town for more than half a year? Why do
some people just not learn? Nevertheless, the thought of being entwined
with him again got the best of me.
There was a catch with this deal unlike the last one, however. The
catch was that I had to agree to taking the Deal even before he
proposed it.
The tables had turned...Was I as cocky as I was about winning the
way I was the first time? He was testing me now. Even though he
knew I had bested both him and Morgan, he was testing me. What was
this about? Had he been "practicing"? I needed to know.
So, I said "Bring it."
The Deal: If he won, I would have to meet with Gregorio Simi, the
owner and CEO of Simi Corp to interview for the Head of Sales position
vacated by Morgan. That is all. It would be an interview over dinner
at the best restaurant in the City. That was Jim's entire proposal.
Since I knew I would never go to work for the new Biggest Loser
in our market, I relaxed and concentrated on how I would spend the
rest of the evening with Jim. I did ask why, if he himself was interviewing
for the same job, he would want me to interview as well? Surely,
he knew that I would get the job over him...I saw then his jaw tighten
as he grit his teeth. Too much, Tim, too much! I needed to be careful
to not be a real dick here. So, I stepped back a bit and said "Unless,
of course, he is looking for someone as talented as me but young
enough to do this for the next ten years without flagging."
He smiled and I felt better immediately. It did occur to me that
I was surprised to care so much about not offending Jim...I would
need to analyze that a bit more later...
I felt as though my whole body was vibrating in anticipation of
our rematch. I would dominate him, but this time I would draw it
out and make him beg for it.
"Oh and one more thing. The loser has to tell the winner that
he submits." He smiled that devastating smile as he said it.
So, there it was. The boy was playing me. He had learned by asking
questions about my battle with Morgan. He really thought he would
win. What did he have up his sleeve? Of course, I agreed. My record,
after all, was perfect.
We proceeded to the yoga mats at which point he said "I will
undress you and I plan to enjoy it. I will take my time. I hope
you will do the same." With that, he lifted my polo shirt over
my head and while my arms were still caught in the shirt over my
head, he put his arms around me as if to bearhug me. My eyes were
covered by my shirt still and he leaned in and said into my ear
"I could take advantage and squeeze you right now, but I won't...At
least not yet." He then completed pulling my shirt up and over
my head freeing my arms. I believe my knees were shaking.
Then he bent down on one knee. Looking down, I could see the top
of his head and one leg extended behind him capped with one of his
Adidas trainers with the hint of a no-show black ankle sock and
his pale ankle. I wanted so badly to be inside that trainer right
then...
Breaking my concentration, he untied both of my very comfortable
black Nike trainers and began to slip the right one off of my foot.
Setting the trainer aside, he then took my foot and placed it on
his bent knee and slipped my black no-show off of it. He then carressed
my foot, bent down to brush it with his lips and muttered "Nice
feet...Well-groomed and clean." I managed a nervous "Thank
you." He then repeated the same with the other foot.
Once done unshodding me, he stood up and grabbed the button on my
khakis, watching my face intently as he unbuttoned it and slid a
hand down my pants between the zipper and my boxer briefs. I shuddered.
He ventured, "This big boy got the best of me last time as
I recall. This time, I will be sure to grind him into a soft, limp
and compliant companion for my cock." At this point, I was
going to blow my load fully clothed. I began to doubt that my plan
to dominate him thoroughly would work out the way I had expected.
I needed to get him out of my head. Quickly.
He dropped my khakhis and I stepped out of them. He then pulled
me into him as he grabbed my ass roughly and rubbed his hard still
jeans-clad crotch on mine. "Would it be more humiliating if
I took you right here, standing and still clothed? Or will you feel
more beaten if I am looking down on you from above with my cock
astride yours? Hmmm..." The wicked smile again. I was mesmerized.
Jim stepped back, leaving my black boxer briefs on me and said "It's
getting hot in here. Can you help me out of these clothes, Tim?"
I practically ripped the buttons off his shirt. I lightly bit his
left shoulder as I took it off of him. I was hoping to elicit a
lustful gasp. I settled for a sexy chuckle.
My hands shaking in anticipation, I bent down on one knee the same
way he had. I looked up to see his face telling me that he knew
he was in control. I grabbed his left trainer and just let my hand
feel the warmth of the foot inside it. My only thought at that point
was 'If I bend my body to kiss this beautiful foot right now, does
that imply he has gained superiority over me?' I mentally shook
myself right then. 'What's going on? Regain control, Tim.' I proceeded.
Once I had untied the trainer, he lifted his foot so I could slip
it off. I inhaled deeply the unmistakable, slightly buttery aroma
of a man's sweaty foot. It was perfect and what the smell of a hot
stud's foot should be. I could not resist lifting his moist, socked
foot to my face and reveling in it. He moaned slightly at this and
I was gratified. I could not resist quickly stripping him of his
sock so that I could kiss those beautiful toes while feeling his
perfect arch, all the while filling my lungs with his scent.
I copied my procedure with his other foot. By the time I stood up
to face him again, I was a bit dizzy with lust. He put his hands
on my shoulder blades and again drew me into him. This time, he
took care to alternate his shoulders moving back and forth while
rubbing his lightly hairy pecs on my smooth ones. Wow. "I worry
about leaving scratches all over you when I grind my pecs into yours.
Is my chest hair rough on you?" he asked, huskily. "Umm...No...Not
at all" I breathed into his neck.
He shifted his hands to the front of my shoulders and extended his
arms. He then looked down between us to indicate that he was still
wearing his jeans. I complied and reached inside the waist to find
the button. Doing so, I opened it and slid his jeans down his legs
as I bent down.
The bikini briefs he wore were aqua blue with white side stripes.
They were so skimpy that his erect cock, which was pressed up against
him and pointing to the right along his right hip, looked rather
larger than I remembered it. I could clearly see a wet spot where
the the head of his cock would be. I was glad that I was having
that effect on him.
We mutually pulled each other in and began grinding gently while
kissing deeply. The feeling of his body against mine, his cock grinding
on mine, his tongue in my mouth, the smell of his cologne and the
slight waft of the aroma from his gorgeous feet was nirvana for
me. I was slipping into a reverie that I knew was dangerous for
me. As I was sliding down the rabbit hole, he began peeling the
last of our clothing off. Both cocks sprung out of their respective
containers and slapped together as our briefs hit the floor. We
both gasped and stepped back. It was time for engagement, but I
was still clouded and, clearly, moving a bit slowly.
He, however, managed to move with lightning speed and executed a
terrific leg drop which brought me down without further ado. I was
dumbfounded and totally unprepared to defend myself. He rolled into
the leg drop rather expertly, grabbed my other leg and seemed about
to Boston Crab me but simply brought my legs together and used them
to roll me over. Then, my nightmare began.
All at once, my ribs were between his thighs and he began to squeeze.
"Go ahead and feel those thighs, Tim. See how I've locked my
ankles just so? There is no escape, but I think you know that already."
I moved my hands over his sharply cut, lightly furred quads and
watched his calves stretch each time he constricted his legs. I
felt pleasure and pain at the same time. He eased me over until
my shoulders were on the mats and then he began stroking my cock
slowly. I could see his cock leaking pre-cum. He was getting off
on this. "You see, Tim, because you are physically larger than
me in about every respect, I feel the need to dominate you. I have
planned this moment for so long that it was not possible for you
to have upset my plan. I told you once that I had an interest in
you, but you pushed me away. You played games with me. So, I am
here to take you by force. I want you to feel me overpower you and
for you to understand that you have had it coming for a long time.
I want you to know that you are being owned by a smaller, younger
stud. You are not the master of this universe."
With that, he squeezed for an extended period of time, making sure
I could feel my ribs being crushed while stroking me faster. I was
lost and my face must have showed it. A slow, sadistic smile played
over his face. "Now, it is time for me to take what is mine,
Tim. Time for you to surrender. Time for Tim to give in completely
to Jim."
He released me and slithered on top of me. I was immobile, dazed.
He effortlessly put me into his familiar grapevine. He then oh so
slowly and tantalizingly began his grind, pelvis coming down on
me with astonishing power. I could not do anything about my size
advantage this time. I was completely overcome and my cock began
twitching within moments. A moan escaped my lips and he covered
my mouth with his. He breathed into my mouth as if to mark me.
I sensed one of his arms extend and reach for something. Even had
I realized that he was going for the kill, I could not have stopped
him. Though he knew he had me, he added "insurance" by
introducing my very own Kryptonite into the mix.
Sensations exploded in my head and my cock as he brought one of
his socks up to my nose and dropped it there. He then took both
of my hands in his and brought my arms straight out to my sides
while bringing his face down onto mine which ensured the sock would
stay where he wanted it.
With every breath I took, I could only inhale the scent of his hot
feet. At the same time, every move I made was met by the thrusting
of his cock and the flexing of his pecs against mine. It was over
in less than 2 minutes.
I couldn't stop it. I was long past wanting to stop it. I exploded
with a rush and grunted through gritted teeth what was in my mind
and heart, "I submit, Jim. I...I...surrender." As soon
as I had I uttered the last syllable proclaiming my defeat, he shot
his load as well. As before, he was silent and staring into my eyes
while his body spasmed.
Though we had both shot copiously, we were still hard. He pulled
the sock off my nose and kissed me slowly and passionately. He then
smiled down at me, rolled off of me and pulled my head onto his
chest.
We fell asleep right there.
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