Restrictive intentions

And suddenly everything turned upside down; the company I was working for had been taken over by a multinational group and overnight a gang of ties in their custom-made dark suits, their typically Caucasian appearance with light skin, blue eyes and platinum hairline stormed the office demanding reports, data, statistics and more reports without respite; it was three months of sheer terror with each of us thinking about when the layoffs would happen and to what extent this would happen. When that period was over, we were called to a sector meeting where we were introduced to the new CEO, a Mexican with tan skin, shaggy body and enigmatic look. Shortly after a lecture he announced that there would be no layoffs at least as long as the staff evaluation he and his team would do on each of us lasted and we returned to work. I confess that I was on the verge of exhaustion unleashing with my wife the desire to ask for accounts and take care of life; she as always very balanced argued that the best would be to wait for what was still to come claiming that my flogging could cost expensive; I took his words and went on; one morning when I arrived at the gym that I do my daily training I was surprised to see that Arturo, the new <unk>CEO<unk> of the company also attended and that made me a little uneasy; freaking out with one of the owners I found out that he had made his registration very recently and that the address reported in his file was far away from there, something that left me wondering why the choice; I knew soon that this reason would be revealed. In the first days he did not approach me and I did the same always looking for the most isolated group of devices in the academy imposing a discreet distance; a few weeks later he called me in his room asking for some clarifications on a report that I had made by his direct request and in the course of our meeting he began to ask questions that ranged from information about my time in business and other related soon to go into the personal side; asked, I answered that I was married and that I had no children and yet that my parents had died as well as had no brothers; during our conversation he turned on the intercom asking his secretary to provide coffee and water for us; even with the weather becoming a little milder I remained defensive unable to relax. - You seem tense ..., relax, please <unk> he asked at one point with an accentless accent that was characteristic of him <unk> I have no intention of making you uncomfortable. We continued meeting with him always wanting to know something about me and I struggling to simulate a non-existent tranquility. From that day on Arturo began to request me more often in the same way that he sought an approach in the gym behaviors that only served to leave me stunned without knowing what his real intentions were. "Tell me something: do you know any bars frequented by the LGBTQIA+ population around here?" he asked with absolute naturalness as soon as we finished our training. On the way out I was defensive wanting to understand the reason for that question as well as what his real intentions were. -I know some, but it depends on what you're looking for <unk> I responded with a moderate tone hoping for more clarity in your question. -I'd actually like to meet a bar frequented by gays <unk> he answered with a sober tone and a witty look. I explained to him that I knew some and that I could provide him with the addresses to which Arturo thanked proposing to wait for my return with this information. Since I was not in the habit of frequenting environments like this I searched the Internet and then searched other data obtaining a list of three places of good location and with positive comments. The next day I presented myself in his room with the list of addresses contained in a sheet of paper handing it to him. Arturo thanked me already asking if I attended any of those places indicated; I replied that no without giving further explanations withdrawing me from the room. Two nights later I received a whatsapp from Arturo that I did not even know I had my personal number with a rather tricky question. <unk> I went to one of the places you indicated and found it feasible ..., by any chance do you know one of those places where there are booths to watch exhibitions?<unk>, the message said; I did not waste time answering in laconically that I did not know anything like that; he answered with a positive emoji and did not continue with the exchange of messages. I confess at that moment I suspected that he was testing me or on the other hand had excused intentions about me. With a huge willingness to play high, I weighed the words of my wife and handled the situation that required. The next morning I went to the gym and was soon greeted by Arturo who soon afterwards walked away and began his training. At the end of my circuit I went to the dressing room and took off my clothes heading to the place of the collective showers; I was surprised to see Arturo taking a bath, because he never did it escaping from his routine; I could not avoid a discreet look examining the body of the subject who rubbed the soap on the skin pretending not to notice my presence; Arturo had a lush body the fruit of a careful malleability and possibly a regulated diet; the chest was wide and muscular, as well as arms and legs besides a negative belly and an almost tanned belly, but as tanned as the rest of the body indicating that he liked to sunbathe. Already his tool possessed dimensions slightly above the normal highlighting the most sharp arrowhead-shaped gland, the caliber and the prominent veins. The Mexican had a masculine face without beard or mustache and square chin, in addition to a carefully shaved head; he still had an intimidating look of the kind that froze the blood in the veins of who was being observed by him; when he gave me back I discovered a huge tattoo closing his back with a wolf and a tiger in a fighting position and more down a well-turned proportional butt as the rest of his sculptural body; leaving the trance that had taken care of my mind I took care to take my shower returning to the dressing room wrapped in a towel. "What do you think of my body?" he asked as soon as he entered the dressing room naked. "I want to know your opinion". Once again the subject caught me by surprise making a quick answer impossible; I looked at that almost Greek god-like nudity and took a deep breath before verbalizing anything. "You have a very beautiful body..., women must drool with desire!" I replied emphatically with a wired smile. Arthur stared at me in silence and a few seconds later approached until he almost glued his body to mine. -But I want to know about you! Do you feel desire for me? <unk> he asked so close that I could feel his breath warm and slightly sweetened <unk> answer! Do you feel desire for me? Before I could answer, Arthur grabbed my face, gluing his lips to mine with his abused tongue invading my mouth; in the face of that situation I finally capitulated, giving myself over to the lascivious kiss of the male who was already groping my body with his big, warm hands. - Pay attention! From now on you are mine! ..., my servant! <unk> he announced emphatically interrupting the kiss, but keeping my face safe in his hand <unk> from the beginning I observed you and felt that you would serve my purposes ..., and I do not accept your denial! By my side you will have everything you want ..., otherwise ..., well I don't think I need to clarify that, do you? Say that you accept! Arthur's firm, intimidating gaze had crushed my timid resistance, and so I nodded my head in acceptance of my design. "I want you to answer!" he insisted, not content with just a nod from me. "Yes ..., yes, I accept!" I replied with a hesitant tone, staring at those eyes that seemed to consume me. -Very well! I'm happy <unk> he answered exultantly just before biting my lips <unk> Today I want you to go to work without underwear ..., that's my first order! Without waiting for a response Arturo let go of my face giving me his back and dressing calmly; with trembling hands I did the same obeying his first order and I kept my underwear in the backpack I used to take to the gym. Throughout the day Arturo showed himself impersonal and in the moments when he needed to talk to me he did this in public with a firm tone, but not aggressive, being that sometimes he called me in his room giving directions on new reports to be presented; almost at the end of the expedient I received a message from him on whatsapp that said: <unk>Don't go away! Stay and wait until I call you!<unk> It was after eight o'clock at night and the floor was empty leaving only me and he opened the door! Arturo called me. "Close the door and take off your clothes!" he said in an authoritative tone as he sat in his high-backed chair staring at me with that characteristic look. Without understanding what moved me at that moment I obeyed by standing naked before the Mexican who was examining me from top to bottom. "Now come here and get on your knees! Take off my member and try to savor it!" he ordered again with a firm tone and a hint of irony. I did as he asked and as soon as I opened his trousers the mast jumped out solid and pulsating; I confess that it was a beautiful specimen of speech that makes me salivate the example of Pavlovian's experiment; I seized the thumb by the base squeezing it and causing an increase in volume that made it pulsate even more and then I began to glitter with circular movements being again crushed my tongue, making the grunt of male teas loose. I began to suckle that thick pistol with effort and to have it as far as possible inside my mouth, a task that proved arduous given its thickness, but before which I did not tire with the intention of showing my diligence and dedication. Arthur groaned and growled as he writhed on the chair bringing his hand up to my head pushing it down so that I could accommodate a little more of his stiffened sword; I became anxious and almost choked, but the subject knew very well how to control the situation and we repeated this a few times until he pushed me to his feet. -Argh! Arrr! I'll..., I'll make fun of your face! <unk> he announced by initiating a frantic masturbation. I took a position with my face a little below the member and at one point I wrapped his hand around mine further intensifying the manipulation, which soon resulted in joy filled with jets of sperm projecting into the air and falling on my face and chest. Arthur continued to manipulate his instrument until he was sure that he had emptied his semen. <unk>Come here lick my stick! Try to leave it very clean, my servant!<unk>, he demanded shaking the half-softened member to rub it on my face; I licked carefully the member to suck the glans to extract the remaining semen. <unk>Stand up and lean on the table!<unk>, he ordered again as he gathered himself. Taken by a huge embarrassment I complied with his request and soon I could feel his hands palpating my buttocks and exploring my groin; Arthur descended to the balls squeezing them with some firmness and returning by the same way; soon after I experienced the feeling of his fingers rubbing a kind of ointment or gel well-frozen with the right finger to my brioche several times starting with one finger and then two more. The feeling that followed was strange with something bulky poking my seal several times until breaking its resistance invading my bowels. I could not believe what he was doing ..., putting a plug in my ass! "You can get dressed and go back to your house!" he ordered after smashing my buttocks vehemently until they were burning, "but you can't take the plug out, understand? Only I can handle it!" I obeyed, and as I got dressed, I experienced the sensations caused by the apparatus still taken by excessive embarrassment. I had to be careful that my wife didn't notice that object tucked up in my ass and I had some difficulty sleeping since besides a certain discomfort, there was also an excitement causing an enormous erection; in bed I ended up rubbing myself on my wife who felt the volume poking her buttocks and took her hand back until she was able to strap it by giving squeezes and pulls; in a matter of minutes she was riding me up and down on the hard member like a stone while asking me to hold her breasts giving pinches on her nipples fruiting an abundant pleasure that licked my belly; I let her enjoy the moment and at some point we reversed position on her receiving enthusiastic pelvic blows that led to a new organic delirium. And it all came to an end when I watered his cave with my abundant semen that ended up leaking through the edges of the vulva; we fell asleep in each other's arms and I celebrated the pleasure I had probably enjoyed thanks to the device I kept housed in my anal seal. The next day I met with Arturo at the gym and he soon asked how I was feeling keeping the plug inside my seal; without telling him the wonderful evening I had enjoyed with my wife I claimed that I was experiencing an unusual feeling of ecstasy. "I'm immensely glad to hear it!" he replied with an exultant tone. "Tonight we'll go to my apartment... call home and make whatever excuse you want!" "But are we going to spend the night together?" I asked with some hesitation already thinking about what I would say to my wife. I know you're looking forward to it, but today we're just going to do sensory exploration! It was a difficult day not only because of the workload, but mainly because of the beating that commanded my feelings and my desire imagining what was to come; it was a little after seven o'clock when Arturo sent a message saying to meet him in the garage; I came down from the elevator and saw him next to his imported utility. "Wait! As soon as you get in I want you to take off your clothes and be naked for me!" he ordered with an emphatic tone; I was so excited that I jumped into the vehicle and as soon as he closed the doors I obeyed his order getting caught by laughter; when I asked if the windows were filmed and he replied that I did not have to worry about it. As he parked his car in his vacant spot in the building where he lived, he looked at me with a cursory expression as he displayed a leather collar that he tried to put on my neck by attaching a guide such as those used for pets. "When we get out of the car, you follow me, always behind me, and when we enter the elevator I want you to get on your knees!" he said in an instructive tone. I was so excited that I didn't even care about the possibility of the environment having security cameras and complied with his determination; inside the elevator, Arturo put the limb out and used it to hit me in the face before ordering me to throw it away. On the short way inside the elevator I gave him a full blowjob of enthusiasm and held the base of the limb tightly preventing him from having fun out of time; we descended from the elevator and walked down the corridor with me tied to the guide like a pet and my master exposing his tool stiffened out of his pants. We entered the sumptuous apartment and once again Arthur ordered me to stay on my knees. He undressed slowly and then came towards me again holding the guide and pulling me towards the room. - No! Not like that! Come after me crawling! <unk> he warned with a furious tone pulling the handle. And there we went into the room where he let go of the guide ordering me to lie on my stomach on the bed bending my knees on the floor; as soon as I had carried out the order I felt two eloquent whips lashing my buttocks. Although the blows were not very painful, the impact on my body and mind erupted into an inexplicable ecstasy, raising the excitement to a level still unknown to me; Arthur repeated the gestures a few times and soon afterwards prepared to remove the plug from my anal seal; he did so with measured slowness and by removing it definitely provoked in me a succession of seizures and involuntary muscle contractions. Before long I felt the glans brush my groin and then the limb itself being used to hit my buttocks; this provocation lasted only as long as it took for Arthur to deliver the first vigorous blows until he managed to break through that swollen glans seal. Arthur struck with a voracity almost bordering on fury and as soon as he saw his mast introduced into my orifice he did not hesitate and began a sequence of blows endowed with the same unheard-of fury little caring what I was feeling; beating mercilessly he grunted and sometimes murmured expressions aimed at me like his obedient bitch or his slutty servant; and yet it all excited me to such an extent that I experienced a new leaping erection added to the mitigation of the pain suppressed by an incomprehensible stamina; only after a long time the Mexican rose like a wounded animal intensifying his blows until culminating in a joyous drenching of my bowels allowing that almost at the same time I too enjoyed a good time without any manipulation. Arthur pulled out his still stiff tool and ordered me to lick it by getting down on my knees in front of him; once again I obeyed and then he still used the member to punch against my face with a mixed expression of lust and a certain air of dominating superiority. The next moment he turned his back on me instructing me to follow him back down to the garage; inside the elevator I remained naked in my neck and licked with the male's enjoyment still flowing from my arched seal. When we got to the vehicle he opened the door and threw my clothes on the floor. <unk> Get dressed quickly! I'll take you to the office and from there you take your car and go home!<unk> He instructed me again with a beating and a threat. For endless nights I served the Mexican as his sex toy by getting his thick, stiff thorax through my orifice and then taking it into my mouth; on some occasions I was obliged to do this still inside the office very late at night and even feeling used and abused the pleasure that the situation gave me was simply indescribable. In the gym I had a huge fear that we could be caught, because even in that environment Arturo did not spare me from some humiliation going to the shower area or in the locker room, when I was not obliged to come home with a more bulky plug tucked into my seal. Suddenly there was an unexpected twist and Arturo left without a trace; he took on an interim director and soon after a new CEO of Panamanian origin man of very few words and sobriety above the normal; on my part if on the one hand I sighed relieved with the departure of Arturo, on the other I experienced a new existential void that was only filled by the affection of my wife to whom I told everything that was happening with the Mexican; she was surprised and at the same time excited, and a few days after my confession to us she proudly displayed a crystal plug leaving me stunned and also excited! Since then we have refined our sexual games by elevating our relationship to a new level both physically and affectively. 'I don't want you to feel repressed ..., when you feel like extravagating with another man, feel free to do it ..., but then I want all the details!', she whispered in my ear one night soon after we climbed like two inconsequential young people through all the rooms of our apartment. That's how we tuned in perfect harmony and whenever I asked why she acted that way the answer was always the same. 'You are my man! Nothing else in life matters besides that!', she said with an emphatic and very loving tone; experiencing something of this magnitude once removed my sadness and the ever-present feeling of emptiness.