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This shit is more for my reference than for yours ---- Cody - black-hat manager of computer repair shop - first person Matt - the last customer of the day James - In-house chemist employee ---- “How you doing bitch?” “Please - fuck - me.” I think is what Matt moans around my dick. The more he repeats it, the more desperate his garbled sounds. James opened the door. “Dude - I’m supposed to be here to administer it the first time. Experimental. Remember?” “Yeah - sure. James - I think you’re close with this batch.” “What do you mean close?” He asks as he starts stripping off his jeans, revealing a slender waistline and an 8.5” dick. The rest of his twink body and his tattoos come into view as he strips off his shirt. “This shit was perfect.” “Close James. The bitch is too needy for his own good. Hear how he sounds?” I yank him off my cock. As drool ran out of his mouth, you could hear him clearly. He was speaking rapidly. “I need it in my hole. I need it bad. I need it no-” I jam my cock back in his mouth, muffling his sounds. “Too needy.” “That’s the best fucking part of this formulation though!” James argued. “I want them so needy they can’t think of doing anything else except taking a cock deep in their newfound pussy.” James was jerking his cock, his rod forming up. “But what about blowjobs? He should get turned on with a dick in his mouth.” “Well I could up the K which would make him more compliant,” James put his dick at the edge of Matt’s still dripping fuck hole, “but he wouldn’t be nearly as active, which I think makes for a better fuck.” James shoved his cock in all the way to the base and signed. A look of contentment spreading across his face as he felt his juicy cock buried in a hot hole. Matt moaned, grateful to be stretched. He still kept trying to ask for more. I fucked his face harder to shut him up. “Hmmm,” I muttered. “Maybe there’s a time and a place for both… Fuck it - we’ll do two formulations. ‘Bitch needs it’, ‘Bitch gets it’. Sound good?” I was getting hard again from all this tongue action and the thought of the cash this was going to pull in. “Fuck yeah boss.” James began to fuck Matt’s hole hard. No gentle warm-up, just straight to the railing. “Bitch, you gonna take my charged up load like the little ho you know you are?” “Fuuuuck yeeeesss sirrrr.” “It’s been 4 fuckin’ days since I blew last. You’re gonna take my cum and love it bitch.” “Fuuuuuck meeee.” “Here it fucking cums bitch. Take this fucking load and forget it all now. Fuuu-” --- “Sorry that took so long mate. Here, take this home,” I say. “Make sure you regularly run virus scans. I scheduled them for every day. Your computer needs to be plugged in and open for them to run automatically. We also run hardware checks during the scan, so don’t worry if your camera light comes on, it’s just us running a standard lifecycle check against the device.” Snort. This all made sense to Matt, who looked disheveled and a little lost. “Here are a couple flash drives. You should always be backing up your work.” I hand him a few special drives. “And here is the link and QR code to download our virus software. If you like how it works, share it with your friends. It’s free.”

Customers come to CompuTIM pleading for help: - “FUCK! All my files are gone...” - “It just won’t FUCKING turn on...” - “I wanted to see what would happen if I poured a 2 liter of soda on the keyboard...” All these customers are potentially my victims (especially the last one) - completely at my mercy - and they have no fucking clue that the worst mistake they could make was walking into my shop. They just don’t realize all the personal data and goodies they leave lying around in their cookies and session files. Today, a panic-stricken adonis walked into my store. Usually, I find that most attractive men hold themselves together pretty well, but when this guy handed me his laptop, he had a look of desperation in his eyes. As he walked up the counter, I looked at his frat boy shorts, his bubble butt and boat shoes. My favorite. Bingo. Suddenly the gates burst and he started rambling “I got this virus thing and then a bunch of shit started popping up and then all my files disappeared and now the computer won’t boot anymore and I’m totally fucked if my midterm paper is gone. The professor won’t give me more time, it’s due tomorrow. You gotta help me fix this bro. I’ll do anything.” Yes. Yes you will. “Take a deep breath and chill”, I said. “It may not be as bad as it seems. Here, drink some gatorade - What’s your name name man?” Like it matters. “Matt.” “Alright Matt, let's take a look.” Matt nervously cranes his head around and looks at what I’m doing. I let him. Why not? What’s he gonna see? I kick off my special diagnostic suite (which works remarkably well, even if it does have my tiny malware add-on). Matt starts to see things happen on his computer he’s never seen. Different diagnostic programs and tools cycling through checks - all flashing status and warning messages. “Dude - uh - how much is it gonna cost?” A fuck load more than anything listed on our pricing boards… “It depends on how bad it is. If it’s just limited to something in the OS, or if something down in the hardware has been impacted.” He’s staring intently at the messages, and it’s obvious from his glazed expression - he doesn’t have a fucking clue what’s going on. While he stares vacantly at the screen, I take the time to check him out as I take a large drag on my T-Vape pen. I follow his broad shoulders down to his stomach that hinted of abs to where his shirt ended, just above his waistline. A clear V beckoned towards a massive bulge. It was truly impressive in size given that he was probably soft from his panic. Too bad he won’t be using it today. “Oh - cool - the scan is done.” I get a ping on my phone. I didn’t need to look at it now, I knew exactly what it said: ---------------------------------------------------------- Personal information acquired and stored securely. Auto-deletion of notification in 30(s). ----------------------------------------------------------- “Let’s check it out and see what the damage is, ok bud?” I pull up the log file and the issue is immediately apparent to me. I take another drag off my T-vape while I ponder my best route forward. At first, I thought that Cody’s panic was entirely from the paper that was due, but now, I smiled a little as I saw there might be something more than just that though. He had acquired a somewhat crude piece of malware called - DickIn@Box!.exe. I was already familiar with this malware (After all, I had written part of it back in high school) and I knew that most likely, he got it from 1 of 3 places: - The first is a real incest website. I did some research (see cyber spelunking) and based on the data, I actually think that most of them are fucking actual family. It seems like they do a lot of filming in South Texas and Arkansas. - The second is a site called toxic tube. It features PNP bottoms getting really fucked up and getting railed by equally fucked up tops and pozzing each other. One of my personal favorites actually. - And the last one… a My Little Pony knock-off game site. Hey man - whatever gets your junk off. This wasn’t just about losing the paper. He was worried that I would find out what he had been regularly jizzing to. “You’re lucky. This is not going to cost you a massive chunk of change.” “Huh? ..How? I don’t see it.” Matt looked both anxious and perplexed. All he saw on the screen was a jumble of unintelligible words. You wouldn’t know now would you cunt, you’re made to be bred, not think. “In a nutshell, you have a virus. Your files haven’t been wiped out, just hidden. I’ll get a copy of your midterm paper saved to a flash drive and you can leave your laptop with me while I get it tuned back up.” I grab one of my special flash drives, copy his paper over, eject the drive and hand him his paper (laced with my very special trojan). “Here you go man - your paper is on this drive.” He looked at me for just a moment and then I saw his whole body relax. I apparently didn’t see where he got it from, so not only did he think he was saved the embarrassment of his deep kink secret being exposed and I was his savior. “You...you have no idea bro - I’m failing and this paper is my last hope…” He said tiredly and yawned. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you…” Get ready for me. “No worries man - viruses are my specialty. I’ve gotta clean this malware out, then I’ll install our complimentary virus and malware software.” I loaded virusDecimater.exe. This was written by yours truly - and it does work effectively against viruses...at least ones that aren’t designed by me. 😉 A stroke of the enter key and bam. Your kung fu was not strong. After a few more minutes and I was done. He was mine. I head to the far corner of the room and grab an unmarked aerosol can. This was a proprietary mix we were still testing in-house; equal parts Viagra, MDMA, coke, and K to 3 parts crystal. So far, it seemed to be a solid formula to light up a bottom’s hole in all the right ways. The high-pressure propellant and the dilution/micro-refinement technique James (our in-house chemist) had developed helped with near-instant absorption. By adding a dash of anesthesia to the mix, we had formulated a spray that turn any guy into a desperate bottom bitch without leaving even a trace of a memory. “I just need your signature here.” As he leaned over the table to initial, I covered my face with my sleeve and sprayed the can in his face. He jerked back, but as he started to exclaim, “Dude! The fu….oh. Oh fuck. Oh dude, you gotta help me, I need to get off man.” “Don’t worry about it, I’m here to help,” I smile. With some support, I help him stumble to an empty back room. “Please - help me. I need to get off.” He was more desperate than before pawing at his crotch, but having a hard time with the zipper. I could see his hips undulating, his hole starting to itch him. “This will help baby. Relax.” His hole was so fucking tight it hurt my cock as I pushed in. He just needed some more dick to help him loosen up. “Fuuuuck”, he moaned. “Yeah? You like that?” “Please, please. I’ve never done this. Fuck. It’s so big. So hot. Fuck. I need more - give me more. Now. Give it to me.” “Fuck yeah slut!” I jam my cock in to the root as he moans gratefully. I begin to blast his hole, pounding him harder.The more I wreck his cunt, the more he begs.” “Please go deeper - please - your cock in my hole. Oh fuck, that feels good.” “You know what will feel better?” “Fuck, what could be better? Fuck me.” “My hot poz load dripping out of your neg cunt as you drive home later.” As I finished saying it, I pounded him as hard as I could. “Fuuuuuuckkk mmeeeee!” he was screaming as I blasted my charged load deep into his guts. I slide my cock out and walk over to his face. “No - please - I need you to keep fucking me. Fuck. My hole is so hungry right now.” “You suck this”, I take my cock, now slick with poz cum and ass juice and walk over to his face. “I’ll get you more.” I grab my phone, snap a pic of his sloppy, cum-dripping hole, and send it to James, the master behind the aerosolized drug that had crippled this frat boy’s straight persona and made him a needy bitch in under 5 seconds flat. “Your spray works fucking great,” I text him. “You want your bonus?” I put my phone away. I don’t need to see the reply - he’d be here soon.

“I need...please...I need it so...pleeease….” Rick sobbed with need into his gag. He didn’t know how long he had been left this time, but it was surely over a week. RAMR had been teasing him since Cody had left. Taking him to the edge by hammering his prostate, then just completely stopping right at the brink. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He thought he took all he could, but still the torture continued. Alexa must have been measuring his vital signs and physiological indicators to ensure that he was not going to cum accidentally. The edging was done with machine precision. He felt broken, all he could think about was how much he needed to get off. How nice it would be to have his hole needed to be stretched with fat dick and cum. But it didn’t matter how loud he was or what he said, no one came. Maybe they had truly forgotten him this time...

Fuck - about halfway through I flipped Josh's name to Cody, but can't edit or delete. I'll leave it as an exercise to the reader to decide not to give a fuck.

Cody - Blackhat manager of computer repair shop - watching the action between Rick and Josh unfold on camera Rick - The actual owner of the shop...for tax purposes mostly. Josh - Hottest employee. I [Cody] continue to slowly work my dick in and out, not quite ready to go back to work, I pull out my phone, and start casting Josh’s session to the screen. --- Fuck, Josh was hot. Josh is 27 and the hottest employee on my staff (which was saying a lot). He’s a jacked 6’2”, has baby blue eyes, blond surfer hair and oozes pheromones. He had gotten my attention because he’d built an adjustable weight set using electromagnets. When he was demoing his invention on his YouTube channel, he was barefoot, wearing just a loose fitting set of gym shorts. He had a biohazard tattoo that was partially concealed by his waistband. You could tell, even without hi-def, that this guy was hung. He was in his garage in front of a workbench. There was a haze of white smoke floating in the air. I could just barely make out what looked to be a Fort Troff sticker stuck to the wall where his tools hung. On the floor was a flat square of metal. He placed a medium-sized steel bar in the middle of the square, stepped back and flicked a switch. The bar began to rise into the air. His first words? “It’s not fucking magic, it’s not fucking fake, it’s just fucking science shitheads.” He stepped into the square, grabbed the bar and proceeded to get his pump on. After a set, he tweaked the side of the bar, “Turn up the resistance. Or turn it down like a pussy, whatever,” and proceeded to grunt with effort. He tweaked another dial and changed positions so that he was doing arm curls. He began dripping with sweat as his muscles started to bulge out. It looked ridiculous, but as he continued, it was apparent that he was getting in a grueling workout. He pulled the bar out of the square, dragged it across his sweaty crotch then held it in front of his massive bulge, “Want this? Buy it in the link in the description.” The video cut out. A fucking hot, intelligent man of few words. I contacted him and after trying out his invention in person (it could have been a decent scam), he was working for me and pounding p0wned bitches blackmailed holes by the following week. He was the one that took on Rick’s exercise and “betterment” programs. I pulled up Josh’s session and had to pause the screen for a moment to admire his ass. He’d been working for me for 2 years now and I never got tired of looking at it. It was cut and muscled and his tiny pink hole could be clearly seen from this angle. He took out his phone and upped Rick’s T-level, flooding the whore with crystal through the IV. He unbuttoned Rick’s gag after Rick stopped coughing, there was a stream of almost incoherent profanity streaming from Rick’s mouth. “Feed me that hot fucking cock, I fucking need it. Shit. I need it now. Give it to me. God damn it, please, please let me have it?” Rick was literally crying from need. Maybe we’d left him without dick for too long… Nice. I wonder if you can make a person go insane just from the need to be filled. More research is clearly indicated. Josh rubbed his massive 11” cock against Rick’s hole and stuck just his bulbous head into the hole and stopped. He reached over to a side table and grabbed a prepared point. He wrapped a black band around his bicep and tightened it with his teeth. He jabbed in, a flash of red, then as he held his arm above his head, I saw the darkness envelop him. “Fuck!” he cried as he shot a massive charged load into Rick’s hole. Josh started moving just the first two inches of his cock slowly in and out of the whore’s hole. Rick was babbling, “Please, give me more, I need it all, please shove the whole thing deep into my slave hole. Please. Now. Do it now. Just a little more. Please, god, please…” Josh smiled. He was obviously getting off less on the sensations on his cock and more on making Rick crazy. He wheeled back his hand, raised it into the air, then paused for a moment as he looked at the camera, winked, flipped me off, then smacked Rick’s ass as hard as he could. The room echoed with a thunderous *SMACK* as Rick howled in pain. The inertia from Josh’s slap transferred through to the sling and Rick was swung to the very edge of the swing’s limit’s. I watched as, seemingly in slow motion, Rick started to swing back from the apex of the arc and achingly fell onto Josh’s cock, taking the entire length in one stroke. He let out a cry of pain, whimpered, and then moaned deep. “Yeah bitch, you like that?” Josh asked. “Ohhhhh yessssss,“ he moaned out. He started working his dick back and forth “Tell me you want it.” “Pease sir! Please! Your cock...it fucking completes me. Don’t stop, sir. Please don’t fucking stop raw dawging my hole with your massive poz dick.” “Fuck yeah bitch,” Josh gave 3 more big pumps then yanked out his dick. “Unfortunately for you, I gotta debug some of my new software first.” Josh walked out of the room, his rod hard and swinging back and forth. When he came back in a few minutes later, he was holding his laptop and one of our modded (aka secured) Alexa devices, and set them down on the table. I leaned forward now - I was intrigued. He hadn’t told me anything about this project. He loaded up some code on his laptop and started reading something. He nodded to himself and pressed enter. The echo dot reset and came back online. “CompuTIM will use me how they see fit” Alexa said in a slightly more sadistic voice than I had heard before as she booted up. Josh was staring intently at his debugger as he said “Alexa, raise the slave’s T level by .05.” “Done, but that’s not nearly enough - pussy,” Alexa droned. He smiled. Nice! I thought to myself. He’s coded a port for SlaveApp...with some interesting custom responses. I was excited to see what else he had added. “Alexa, activate RAMR.” The robotic dildo rose out of the ground and lined itself up with Rick’s hole. It swayed back and forth, tracking the cummy asshole, following Rick’s slow swaying, looking less like a robot and more like a cobra about to strike. “Standing by to fuck up this whore,” Alexa droned. “Alexa...tease Rick.” RAMR came alive and the robotic dildo shrunk to a thin 4 inches. The arm slowly slid in and out, driving the undersized shaft to the base. It obviously wasn’t enough for Rick - he was thrashing back and forth. The shaft continued sliding in and out, expanding the width and depth, then as Rick grew accustomed to the depth, it would start shrinking again and Rick would start whimpering with need again. Josh was barely paying attention to Rick, paying attention instead to his IDE and running code while his cock stayed rock solid. He typed a few commands into his terminal and pressed enter. “Alexa, time for a big booty bump. Make it hurt.” Alexa called out, “Initializing booty bump. This will burn bitch.” RAMR grew to 12” in length and slid in deep. It began dispensing crystal shards and slowly pulled out, leaving meth lining the entire intestinal track. It stopped for a moment at the outer edge of Rick’s hole and then started fucking so fast the dildo blurred. The crystals worked into the intestinal lining as Rick’s hole began to leak frothy pink cum. The tina started dissolving and Rick began sweating and whining. At first, he jerked his body, trying to work away from the assault on his hole. The burning was becoming unbearable. Then RAMR made a micro-adjustment and started pummeling his prostate and everything shifted. Rather than trying to jerk away from the robotic demolition, he was now jerking to try and get more of that shaft back in him. “Alexa, PLEASE FUCK ME DEEP!” Rick burst out. “Your voice is not authorized, this incident will be reported,” Alexa said. She didn’t stop her torture. Josh’s phone dinged. He smiled as he saw the notification, satisfied to see his code working. He tapped on his 2FA notification on his phone. “Alexa, deactivate slave safety - authorization J276-Master. Unlock for slave usage for 1 minute.” “One-time use code accepted.” “Alright Rick - ask and ye shall receive. What do you want?” Rick cried out - “please, lots of cocks - all the fucking cocks.” Josh chuckled. “Activating gangbang mode,” Alexa droned. “Oh, you’re gonna love this,” Josh began. “I coded it up the other night while I was stoned off my ass. Every time RAMR pulls out, it will reshape itself and feel like a completely different cock on the next entry... Some will be big.” Rick groaned as the robot worked in and out. “Some will be small.” Rick whimpered as RAMR continued to do its job. “But your hole will be so confused that it won’t know which way is up.” Josh let RAMR continue to work for just another minute or so, then said, “Pause.” RAMR immediately came to a halt. The head of what looked like a decent sized 9” cock was at the edge of Rick’s sloppy cunt. Rick started to cry. Josh grabbed his leaking dick and started to jack off. “Alright Alexa, let’s check on the medical interface. Dispense G and K mixture, large dose...add some poz blood while you’re at it.” “Working…” Josh (and I) both watched the red-tinged chems flow down the clear IV tubes that were securely fastened to the side of the sling. They hit Rick hard. Rick was incoherent - slurring his words, babbling something over and over, what sounded like “fuck me”, but with the amount of drugs he was on at this point, it could just as easily have been “duck tree”. “Alexa, tag me in.” The momentarily inanimate RAMR suddenly detracted from Rick’s sloppy hole and folded itself into the floor. Josh stepped up and rammed his cock into Rick’s hole. Rick moaned a deep guttural sound. You could tell from his face how much he needed this. He needed Josh's fucking cock. “You know, you’re technically still my boss’s boss on paper, whore. What do you think? Does my behavior exceed expectations?” Josh jammed in all the way to the root of his 11” cock as hard as he could, his balls smacking against Rick’s ass. “Does my cock merit a fucking raise?” He pulled all the way out and shoved in again to the root. “Do I get a 5 on my performance review for my viral loads that I dump mercifully into your needy hole?” Josh pulled back and then started railing Rick’s hole. Rick moaned from satisfaction, finally getting what he needed. Josh started speeding up, worked up from the thrill of his slave interface code performing perfectly. He jammed his cock into Rick’s hole faster and faster, Rick’s hole gaping as he pulled back and slammed in, railing Rick. The chains clinked, the sling rocked and Rick sloppily cried out, his tiny chemed-up cock spurting cum without him touching it. Josh felt the contractions of Rick’s ass muscles and was not far behind, shooting another massive load deep into Rick’s hole. As he continued to work his cock slowly in and out, basking in his orgasm, Josh spoke. “I have one more surprise for you, cunt. I have a buddy that works at Steamworks and about a 2 months ago, he put out a special bucket just for you. All the used condoms found or tossed were emptied into it. No load refused.” Josh slid his cock out of Rick’s worn hole and Rick moaned. He was clearly turned on by the idea but needed something back in his hole. Josh walked out of the room and came back carrying a full half-gallon bucket labeled “CUM” in sharpie all caps. Josh opened up a panel in the floor. “Now all I have to do is take the water reservoir connection for cleaning your hole,” he yanked a clear tube out of the floor and plopped it in the bucket, “and then we just say ‘Alexa, douche the slave`.” RAMR came back out of the ground, shoved in deep and then as the sound of the pump started, the cum started emptying out of the bucket. “You get a cum enema pumped into your hole.” Josh walked over and put Rick’s gag back on. “What do we say, slave?” Rick muffled out what sounded like “Thank you sir” through the gag. The cum continued to empty out of the bucket as Rick moaned, starting to cramp, getting too full of the white sticky liquid. The flow didn’t stop. Josh rubbed Rick’s stomach as it started to bloat out slightly from the sheer volume of it, then when the slurping sounds of an empty bucket started, “Alexa, cancel enema.” He walked over, reconnected the hose, and placed the floor panel back in place. “Activate ‘maximum effort’ routine.” Alexa dinged in acknowledgment as RAMR pulled back as far as the robotic arm would allow, then slammed in ruthlessly. It pulled out and did it again, hard. The motion sped up, the robot swinging him as far as he could go. Delivering the most brutal fuck I’ve ever seen RAMR do. “Alright, have fun bud. Alexa, lights off.” Josh walked out of the shot and as the camera switched to infrared, I shot my own load deep inside Rick’s cummy hole.

Author’s note: I find adding tech to sex and drugs hot - so fuck it if you don’t. This is my first attempt at a story. Cody - manager of computer repair shop Rick - the actual owner of the shop...for tax purposes mostly Josh - hottest employee All guys explore their dark side at some point. It calls to us. Some don’t go very far, just the occasional wank off to some perverted shit online when they get a serious case of blue balls. I have a secret. Well actually, I have a lot of secrets, just most of them aren’t mine. We’ll get to that. My name is Cody and I run an out of the way computer repair shop called CompuTIM...and I’m a blackhat hacker. Not really a good idea to reveal to people who you are, but I just can’t keep this sweet fucking deal to myself anymore. It’s the absolute fucking best. The owner of the shop (Rick) is my bitch/slave. Depends on the day, mostly on how much I care. He probably shouldn’t have hired me, but hey, that’s how life is sometimes. He is still the legal shop owner on paper - for tax purposes and just in case shit heads south. He’s in one of the soundproofed back rooms now, bound and gagged on a sling - being fed a very slow drip of Tina through an IV. I’ve got a sensor setup that monitors his vitals and I’ve coded it so that when I’m not using him, he is kept teetering on the edge, feeling buzzed and craving more crystal. My team and I hooked the system up to an app so I can get him primed up whenever I need. I even took the time to hook in a massive nutrient reservoir to his IV, mostly so he doesn’t die when I forget about him. He’s 34 (ish - don’t really keep track) and a little gaunt from the years of my abuse, but he is kept muscled from his strict workout program and mostly Tina diet. He’s part of my benefits package and one of the primary reasons I’m able to hire such hot, fucking-twisted programmers and engineers. He’s there in case any of my guys get horny. Hell, when you’re willing to pay a high hourly rate and tack on an excellent ‘benefits’ package (sex/drugs/rock n’ roll), it’s easy to find the talent you need. Today has been a good day so far. I sit behind the counter and take a large hit off my T-vape. I look at it and smile to myself. One of my very first projects had been a vape pen mod that allowed for the convenient smoking of crystal anywhere vape pens went. All our customers thought my staff and I needed to go on nicotine patches, but we were all actually guilty of something much worse - keeping a nice Meth-charged buzz going. When one of us got a little too worked up, they would just take a break. Josh (one of my best employees) walks out of the back, adjusting his crotch, a look of relief apparent on his face. Good for him, he needed it. I was sad to have missed the action, but I knew I could watch it later. I’d spent some serious time and money on that particular backroom and the entire place was wired with high-def cameras. I decide to let the now relaxed and refreshed Josh take the frazzled, elderly woman that came in wailing “My cat photos are all gone…” while I head to the back. As the door is still closing behind me, I strip off my shirt to reveal a soft six pack. I walk into our locker room and head to my locker, taking off my belt and stripping off my jeans. I don’t wear underwear at work, so my thick 8” dick pops out and slaps against my stomach. I tense my muscles a little and look at myself in the massive mirror that spans the wall. I’m 5’10”. I have brown hair, green eyes, and I’ve got some decent muscle definition. My six pack is a little soft but I kind of like it better that way. I shove my clothes into the locker and it locks with a satisfying *CLICK*. I head into the hallway and over to the next room. I see Josh has left on RAMR. Earlier this year, my team helped me construct RAMR (Robotic Autonomous Mind-fucking Raper), a self-cleaning fuck/enema machine that can conceal itself when unused by lowering into the floor. Image recognition technology makes it pretty easy to automatically line up and remotely decimate the modern-day slave’s hole with just the tap of a button. All the employees have access to SlaveApp which allows control of things like speed, vibration, depth and width from any smartphone. There are some hardcore “fucker detection” safeguards in place that prevent one employee from unwantedly ramming another - one of my contributions to the project. Part of my HR work as a manager. RAMR is railing Rick. He’s being swung back far on his sling, tossed into the air, then gravity forces him down hard, all the way to the base of what looks to be a massive length. It is churning Josh’s poz cum and working it deep into the business owner’s hole. I can’t tell through the gag if he’s screaming or moaning. The display showed that Josh had left Rick’s T-level set at .4, so I was guessing moaning, but it didn’t really fucking matter. I open SlaveApp and deactivate RAMR. As it slides itself into the floor, Rick starts whimpering. Because he is still in pain or because he wants more? It doesn’t matter. I step up, and slam my entire 8” length into his sloppy hole. After constant abuse, Rick’s hole was destroyed. Hell, we’d all been hitting it for 2 or 3 years now. It was worthless to all but the thickest and longest cocks. With a 6” girth, I was gifted and his hole is perfect for me (and my staff) to drop a load in whenever we need to. Josh had left a huge charged load behind which acted as perfect lube for my own death stick. I slide my raw cock in and out of his used cunt and let out a moan. Fuck, it’s good to be me. I bury my dick over and over into his hot pussy, faster and faster and let out 1 - 2 - 3 shots in a huge load of charged-up cum deep in his hole. I continue to slowly work my dick in and out, not quite ready to go back to work, I pull out my phone, and start casting Josh’s session to the screen.