Matt had gone on a weeklong business trip, he wasn’t lying about that. He just didn’t plan to give all the details until you had seen the pictures or heard the story, partly because he wasn’t sure on everything himself but also because he thought it’d be a nice present instead of bringing home a cheesy souvenir.
It all started in the bathroom at work. His supervisor, Kyle, came up beside him at the urinals. He was a young guy, but thought to be on the way to the top quite. He was pretty slim, with shoulder length brown hair that was slightly curled and a handsome face that hadn’t quite fully grown up despite him being a few years beyond being old enough to drink. And when he unzipped his pants, he released a monster shaft. Matt couldn’t look away, and this twink knew it, so in a few minutes, Matt was choking on a thick eleven inches, his nose buried in the boy’s scraggly pubes, and his eyes level with a biohazard tattoo on the guy’s left hip.
After that, Matt spent more time under his supervisor’s desk than at his own. Blowing Kyle certainly did pay off, as he got away with hardly working and when Kyle got a chance at a trip to go schmooze the higher ups in other branches of the company, he decided to bring Matt along as an assistant, and offered a chance for a more permanent secretarial job if Kyle got his promotion.
Of course, once he had packed up and shipped out, Matt couldn’t keep his lips off of Kyle’s dick. The airplane bathroom was hit up during the first flight and again after their layover, and again he slurped on the cock when they got in the rental car and went out to find their hotel.
Once in their room, everything changed though. The young supervisor took a sudden turn as he opened up his suitcase and pulled out some leather pieces. Looking over at Matt, he narrowed his eyes and then barked out one word, “Strip.”
Matt didn’t waste any time. His suitcase was tossed against the wall before his current clothes were draped over top of it. He stood there naked, not ashamed even if it was the first time the twink had actually seen him without clothes on. Kyle laced a collar around Matt’s neck, grabbed a chastity device and stuffed Matt’s dick in it, and then pulled a leather jock strap up his hips and snapped it on. As he grabbed the pouch of the underwear to ensure that everything was secure, he leaned in and whispered darkly, “You have one last clean load left. I thought you’d want to save it. Before you’re allowed to shoot again, you’re going to be knocked up and be mine forever.”
With that, he suddenly grabbed Matt and shoved him down to the single bed in the hotel room. His face went between Matt’s ass cheeks and his tongue drove right in against the hole. He gave it a nice spit shine before he tested it out with a finger, seeing if it was enough saliva to do the job. It was still tight, and his nail scratched against Matt’s inner muscles, making a small tear. Pulling back he smirked and decided it was perfect. He did want his cock to tear Matt up, after all.
Kyle couldn’t wait, and so the twink climbed right up on the bed before he tugged his massive shaft out of his fly and aligned his dick with the hole. The hard shaft pushed forward as it forced its way against Matt’s rosebud. Kyle climbed over top of the boy below and leaned up to nibble at an ear before he whispered, “There’s no turning back. I’m going to seed you and you’re going to be my cock slut.”
“Oh fuck! Please fuck me!” Matt cried out, the teasing too much for him to bear. His hips jerked a bit, rubbing the front of the jock against the sheets to no avail. His dick couldn’t get pleasure inside the plastic that bound it. “Make me your’s! I need it! So bad...”
Kyle snorted derisively before he pressed Matt further down against the bed. With a bit of effort, he began to slide more of his hard length into the hole, spreading it wide apart. He bucked further forward, tearing up the insides as he hilted himself, his dick throbbing as he heard Matt scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
The twink shoved your boyfriend against the sheets as he began to rapidly plow into his ass, growling out in lust, “Fuck yeah! Gonna load up this hole! You’re gonna be my toxic fuck slave!”
“Fuck! Please! Poz me up! I need to... Fuck! Blow my last clean load.. Pleaaaaase!” Matt was whimpering in need, and not just from his burning desire to get his ass pounded harder and harder. The chastity was driving him wild, sending him eagerly shoving his ass back against the brutal cock wrecking his guts.
“Here it comes, you dirty fuck! Mmmgnh... Fuck.. You are MINE!” Kyle hilted himself inside the ass, driving his dick as far as he could. The tip began to fire out wad after wad of his radioactive fuck slop, filling Matt to the brim with the poisonous seed. Kyle kept himself buried far inside, even after he finished cumming, only jerking his hips a bit to stir up the toxic load inside of Matt’s body.
Then there were a few clicks, and Matt turned around to see that Kyle had pulled out his cell phone and was taking a few pictures before he tossed the phone up to the top of the bed. Only now did Kyle begin to pull off his clothing, now that he had a moment of self control. “Send them to your boyfriend. Tell him who I am. And get your ass ready for round two.”
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Throughout the night, several images and videos were texted to your phone. The first batch was a video of your boyfriend begging to be pozzed as he was fucked and filled as well as several shots of the aftermath, tagged with “My master wanted you to see me get his wonderful gift <3 tell you the full story when I get back.”
There were several more batches of pictures, each showing Matt getting fucked in different positions and plenty of cum (with hints of blood) oozing out of his hole. As the night went on, he had a ball gag strapped in his mouth and was handcuffed to the bed. The final shot was him pointing to the small of his back with the caption of, “Master says I’m getting my bio haz tat right here.”
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Matt slowly rose in the morning, feeling like utter crap. He wasn’t sick or anything yet, but he hadn’t slept well. They had been up late fucking and after that he had trouble sleeping as he couldn’t deal with his arousal. Kyle even said he couldn’t find the key and it might be back in his office. The huge buttplug he had to wear after the sex didn’t help either.
Kyle didn’t let him sleep in, though. They had meetings to go to. Matt was shoved into a few more pieces of bondage gear before his suit was tugged on over top and Kyle took him out to meet some of the managers he was trying to sway. And of course, not a half an hour into the meeting, Matt was stripped of his suit and was strapped into a sling, for all these business men that seemed to each have a tattoo that matched Kyle’s.
It was going to be a busy week...
