Gay Romance : Great Men of Power (MM Menage Gay Romance)
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Authors: Mathew Rodrick
Men of Great Power - Mathew Rodrick
Throughout time, there has always been men of great power, these men have had the money and the means to go where they want, do what they want, with whomever they want. The truth though was that men of great power needed nothing to be who they were. These are men that just know how powerful they are and they command respect.
I have always been adventurous and enjoyed the company of strangers, but none more than men of power. There is something so sexy about a man who is in control. My boss was one of those men, I tried to hate him, but all I could do was want him. I didn’t even know if he was gay.
One fateful day my Billionaire boss catches up with me and gives me the surprise of my life, but he is not alone and there is much work to do. Would I be able to handle that much man?
This book is a work of fiction and a second edition of Taken by my Billionaire Boss, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely coincidental. Any names, characters, places, businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.
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2015 by Mathew Rodrick
I guess you could say….Nothing could have prepared me for that day. But realistically, what was I expecting. I am just a boy with an insatiable desire for anything exciting, anything that gives you that rush, that feeling you cannot describe. I have tried drinking but that just ends with a hangover, I have tried drugs that just made me feel out of control. There is only one thing that really does it for me, one thing that gives me that true natural rush. That is of course, the feeling of another man on top of me and not just in a normal way. The sex I like is risky sex. I am not into normal vanilla sex, that got old pretty quickly, what I want is sex with multiple partners, rough sex, anything different really. I was up for anything! I have not yet had sex with one man that really did it for me and so now I am challenged to find a way to find what I am looking for.
For as long as I can remember most if not all of my thoughts are consumed with sex, starting when I was just a young boy discovering myself. I found an ever increasing need to touch myself, no matter where I was. Often times I would find myself coming home from school on the public bus, masturbating I could not wait until I got home. It started off just me doing it so no one could see and then progressed, not quite so people could see, but not so that they could not see either. I was often afraid of getting caught, but part of me wanted get caught. The fantasy would unfold from there, once they did catch me I wanted them to fuck me, every which way. I wanted to be manhandled, used and abused. I wanted someone who could take control but most of all I wanted it to be from a man a REAL man. Many times I fantasized about rich men, Alpha Males, who have made themselves. Secretly I hoped they hated being gay or were these guys that couldn’t admit it and I could show them they liked it.
Over the years when I was at school I developed “fans” who would always watch me on the bus. I let them watch because I wanted to, but no one would ever be bold enough….man enough to take me, and use me as I should be used. Even still, what a rush it gave me to know that they were watching. To know that what I was doing was turning them on. It always amazed me at the different cast of characters, what I mean to say is I am sure that some of these guys were also those that would not admit that they were gay or I had turned them to want to try it.
I always wanted to have quick access to my cock so I would never wear underwear, that way I was always able to grab a handful whenever the desire hit me, whether I was on a bench in a park, or on a bus I always had quick access. I felt a lot of times like a bit of a pervert, but I was not forcing anyone to look. If it anyone was a pervert it was the people who were watching me, besides what was wrong with a healthy sexual appetite.
Sadly I had to eventually leave school and was not sure what would happen, how would I continue my lude acts? It was not long when I started in the working world and realized I was back on the bus again going to work then I began to enjoy myself more and more. I became more and more bold as to where and when I would masturbate. There were a few close brushes with the law, thankfully I was never arrested, but I did get caught a few times in public but at this point I was unstoppable. I was addicted to it.
I still took a bus to my job partially because this had become such a part of my life and partially because I do not make enough money to afford a car. Don’t get me wrong, I was by no means broke, but living in a big city with big rent and big bills affords you many things and strips away others.
Again I developed a truly public audience and as the days went on I found myself becoming more adventurous. This is when people began looking for me to get on the bus or at the various stops looking to see if I was on the bus. I started to develop quite a following of older men. As mentioned before they were from all walks of life, lawyers, accountants, construction workers, teachers. Yet I could not help but think about the fact that though I did not make much money, these low brow idiots did not deserve me. I am sure they all did well enough, but I had big Billionaire dreams. Unrealistic, golden palace dreams, the kind you only read about it books. People buying you cars and houses.
At the same time however this “slumming it” was somehow part of the allure, I was “slumming it” with these “low brown” men. I did often dream though that one day a real man would step up and take me away from all of this. One day a man of culture, intrigue, experience and of course money would walk into my life and taste all the sexual virtues I could offer.
Arriving at work at my usual time I began the monotony of the day. My day consisted of answering calls, writing emails, speaking to annoying customers. We were a company that sold sales. What I mean by that is we sold conferences and coaching to organizations that sold a product or service to other companies. Much of my day was spent on the phone with people who had Anthony Robbins dreams but Redneck work ethics.
Like the rest of the population I work a usual 9-5 also like the rest of the population, my boss is a rich asshole, always had been. He was also someone who had that Billionaire kind of money. His favorite hobby besides throwing around money was to make inappropriate comments to the women and men. People walked around in fear of their jobs and most could easily file for sexual harassment. He did not care he just threw money at the problems and continued on. Most of my friends tell me I should sue him for some of the things he says/asks, but truly I cannot afford to be out of a job. Besides, sometimes it’s nice to be wanted. After spending a hard day at work, “The Asshole” comes to me for a conversation I was sure not going to enjoy. Most times he asks me to work weekends, or pick up his dry cleaning other offensive shit like that.
He was a little older than me, but obviously made better choices then I did. When he walked by you could almost see the money dripping off of him. The finest suits, a different watch every day, shoes to die for and never a hair out of place. Here I was with no car and he must have had more than 5 exotic cars. Not cheap cars either, I had seen him drive a Ferrari, Lamborghini, McLaren, Rolls and the Porsche which was obviously his slumming it car. I resented him for having all that money, yet I could not help but be drawn to him.
“James” he said.
“Yes” I replied.
“I am going to need your help this weekend, you are going to have to assist with the seminar for the Peoples Group”
“Mr. Farington, this is really not a good weekend for me. You see I have family coming in from out of town, we have a dinner planned, sightseeing etcetera. I cannot break these plans with them.
“No one is asking you to break plans, James. You are the account manager for this client, if you do not want to service the account I am happy to transfer this to another account manage you always have to be so flamboyant and dramatic.”
This was a shot at me being gay, I knew it, and he knew it. It was a well-known fact that he acted quite like he was a gay hater, but to paraphrase Shakespeare, I think he doth protest too much.
“Sir, truly this won’t work for me.”
“Aw come on James, you know I will pay you for it, in fact I will pay you time and a half. Your other option is to not come into work at all.”
He often said things that would shock you and this,
do as I say or else I would fire you
routine was pretty standard operation for this guy. However, what got me was the time and a half, I could use the money and I really had no one coming in on the weekend, I just preferred not to work.
“OK Sir, I will cancel my family and see you Saturday.”
“That’s a good boy, I like a boy that does as he is told.”
He reached over and grabbed my hand and gave it a very tight squeeze and looked me deep in the eyes. As I lowered my eyes avoiding his gaze could swear that he had a hard on, perhaps it was wishful thinking but that sort of thing is hard to not notice. What I mean to say is he had a big cock. I watched him walk away rubbing my cock through my pants thinking of that big rod deep in my mouth.
4:58, time to get the hell out of Dodge. I put my computer in my bag and made my way to the bus stop. All the while thinking of my boss Damon. He has striking blue eyes, and jet black hair. Thinking of how he looks more like a Bay street lawyer then a sales savvy owner. Thinking about what he must look like under all of those clothes and how I wanted him to be all over me. Yet he was however such and asshole, he treated me like shit, why do I want him? I felt very conflicted with regard to my emotions. But it was not my emotions that would rule what I did.
It was a nice sunny day, like most of the days seem to be lately so I was happy to be outside. I felt myself starting to get excited as I knew that I was about to begin, my favorite part of the day, masturbating in front of strangers. I now had something to think about, my rich asshole of a boss. Yet now I also felt like these random strangers were becoming less deserving, after all if I was correct, now my Billionaire boss wanted to fuck me, so why should these plebs get a free show. The moment truly did not last very long as my libido got the better of me.
The bus arrived and sheepishly I walked to the back of the bus pretending that I did not notice the men who watched me almost daily. The usual cast of characters were there, all looking at me with their gaping eyes, all wanting me. I could smell their musk as I walked by each of them and see the excited and rhythmic breathing pattern, they all seemed to be in unison. Much like they were all just in the same perverted marathon.
Even though this was not Mr. Farrington, I still had needs, wants and desires. I already felt like my hard cock was going to explode. However, this was a seduction, a process, part of the show, it needed to follow the correct path. I sometimes felt as if I was a performer and this was my audience. The tease then began, my legs lazily fell open I began to rub the bulge in my pants.
I was quite well endowed if I may say so not huge but at least 8 inches and very thick. I was not muscular by any stretch of the imagination, my build was more of a swimmers build. I was not overly tall, about average 5’ 9 and almost completely hairless. I never knew why I had such little hair on my body but as I got older I began to appreciate not having to shave as much as most, because the hair that I did have was constantly and religiously shaved. I was in perfect shape, I did work out 3 days a week and still kept the abs I had in high school. I was happy with the way I looked and so were my onlookers
Once my legs fell open I instantly started to feel the cum trying to escape, seems as though I had primed myself a little too much before getting on the bus. I could truly cum at the drop of a hat if I did not control myself so at the slightest occurrence of anything sexual I could feel juices trying to force their way out. I was always hard, most times I had to walk around with my cock in my waist band because it would just stand at 90 degrees if I didn’t. That almost made things worse because then I could rub the head of my already hard cock throughout the day. I had little choice though, I needed to avoid the embarrassment of having a rock hard cock all day.
As I looked over the few people who were watching, they looked away pretending they were not looking but we all knew they were, this charade was so confusing. I saw them every day, they were the same guys. The four of them were so spineless, all I wished for, desired for, longed for was for Damon to step onto the bus and use me like the fuck slut I am. But that would never happen, he would never be on the bus, he would never come close to public transit. I was often times frustrated by this but to consumed with my own self-gratification to care.
As we continued to drive I could see as we stopped, some of the regulars waiting at the bus stops to ensure that I was on the bus. This ended up causing a lot of problems for the bus driver who had to wait for people who pretended to be running to the bus, but really were just wanting to see if I was in the back.
At the next stop two more of the regulars stepped onto the bus. Now there were six men that was more then had ever been in front of me before. It scared me which simply excited me more. I was so horny knowing that all eyes were on me that I almost accidentally shot my load all over the place. I was almost at the point of no return and I had to bring myself back from the brink.
I began to slowly unzip my fly, wiggled my pants down a little bit and slowly pulled out my rock hard cock. It was perfectly straight, the head of my cock was engorged in blood and more pre cum than I thought so the end of my cock was wet and shiny. No one was looking at my face at this point, all eyes were on my cock. It was at times like these that I could get a good look at their faces and imagine what it would be like to be fucked by them. As I did, I felt cheapened by it not being Damon. I paused for a second but regained my composure and began stroking my cock, slowly up and down in a rhythmic fashion letting my fingers caress the top of my cock pulling the shiny precum down.