The Chairman of the Cartel was flanked by his muscular bodyg..

The Chairman of the Cartel was flanked by his muscular bodyguards as he left the headquarters of the World United Bank in Geneva. The entourage was far from discreet, with the chairman’s expensive Italian suit and his three heavily armed muscular guards dressed in black and no shirts under their bulletproof utility vests. Their black cargo pants fitted them perfectly showing off their powerful buttocks as they moved, while the black vests proudly displayed their muscular arms. They showed no emotions as they focused on protecting the chairman. Not only was he their employer but he was also their master. They were totally devoted and submissive to the older man. The commander of the chairman’s detail, looked around the busy financial district as he opened the back passanger door of the black mercedes limousine. Although not the tallest, he was definitely the most muscular of the former special forces soldiers that made up the security detail. His arms were covered with tattoos that ran up to his thick neck. Dark aviator shades covered his eyes and an earplug in his ear allowed him to communicate with his team. The older man eased into the back seat of the limousine. As the head of the detail, the commander was allowed to sit with their employer in the comfortable, luxury back seat of the limousine. The commander spoke into his watch, “we are set. Proceeded.” The motorcade pulled away from the bank and drove through Geneva’s busy financial district. The car was a literally armored tank, with bulletproof and bomb proof exterior. It was a fitting vehicle for the most powerfulest and feared man in the world. The chairman heads the most secretive and powerful organization in the world. Mobs and such organized crime syndicates hide in its shadows. The Cartel had its hand in every government and industry in the world, and was untouchable. Inside the moving fortress, with his hunky special forces trained bodyguard, the chairman was able to let his guard down. He reached over and placed his left hand on the commander’s thick right thigh. The bodyguard didn’t pull away or respond. He just looked down through his aviator shades at the older man’s hand. The chairman freely moved his hand up the thigh, feeling the black material of the cargo pants stretching over the massive thigh. The commander obediently spread his legs, giving his master more access as the hand began to stroke his inner thigh. Finally the chairman’s hand reached the commander’s lap. He squeezed the hard steel cockcage through the uniform pants. The cockcages and the keys that the chairman kept, ensured the loyalty and devotion of the elite soldiers that made up his security detail. The security detail was the best of the cartel’s larger private army. They were former special forces and mercenaries from around the world. They were captured, declared missing in action, and sold to the cartel. Some by their own governments, to gain favor with the Cartel. After acquiring them, the cartel reprogrammed those soldiers to be completely loyal and devoted to its empire. The soldiers kept their fighting skills but had no memories of their private lives before being required. Under the Cartel they became the perfect soldiers, obedient and mindless. They live to serve the Cartel, and therefore the Chairman. Furthermore, the Chairman’s security detail were hand picked by the chairman for their beauty and combat skills. In fact they were the best of the best. In addition, the commander was chosen from its ranks for his extreme masculine beauty and his skills both in combat and in bed. The motorcade pulled up to the front of the luxury Four Seasons hotel. The bodyguards jumped into action and the door to the limousine was opened. The commander was the first to step out, followed by the chairman. The entourage then entered the elegant, five star hotel. The older man, flanked by three of his bodyguards, turned a lot of heads. He radiates power and influence. “Monsieur Stone welcome,” the hotel manager hurried across the luxurious lobby. “We are so honoured that you grace us again.” “Thank you,” Dr. Stone briefly acknowledged the manager, as he and his entourage continued to walk across the grand lobby. “Is my normal suite already,” he had no patience for men like the manager. “Yes, yes, sir. everything has been arranged to your exquisite taste. Bottles of your favorite wines, champagne, and cognac have been stocked,” the manager clasped his hands. “Very well,” the chairman continued toward the elevators. “My entourage will call upon you if we need anything else.” He dismissed the manager as he stepped into the elevator. The multi room suite was richly decorated with high ceilings and towering windows overlooking beautiful Lake Geneva. Three of his beautiful bodyguards quickly scanned the grand suite for any threats to their master’s person or privacy. They had access to the most advanced technology in distracting bombs and listening devices. The chairman stood back and admired the efficiency, and muscularity of his men. “All cleared, sir,” the commander and his two lieutenants stood at attention. The Chairman proceeded deeper into the luxury suite, “very good.” The chairman picked up a bottle of fine champagne that was chilling in a silver wine bucket. He examined the label for the vintage. “You two may go,” he addressed the two lieutenants. “Jackson, you will remain.” “Yes, sir,” the three guards saluted him. Jackson stood with his powerful legs apart, his huge arms behind his muscular back, as his lieutenants left the room. The commander didn’t move as his master approached him. He stared straight ahead as the chairman stroked his thick, tattooed right arm. Only a few years ago, Jackson was a US naval SEAL, one of the best of the best of special forces. He was a proud straight, married alpha stud. Cocky, arrogant, always in charge. He rose through the ranks fast, and proved himself as an elite warrior. However, his good looks, hard muscle packed body, and his abilities with the ladies, made him an object for jealousy from his own commanders. He was assigned to lead his unit on a raid on what they were told was an Isis camp in Syria. The overconfident elite SEALs had no idea they were being led into a trap. They fought valiantly but at the end they were outnumbered by the Cartel’s private army. Jackson and his men were easily captured. The mission and the fate of the elite force was deemed classified. The entire unit was transferred to a secret Cartel training facility. Never in their lives did those prime soldiers go through such intense mental and physical training and reprogramming. The cartel broke them and rebuilt them to their liking. It was able to keep certain elements of the elite warriors’ mentality while literally fucking out the soldiers’ unwanted elements of their previous lives. Sergeant Jackson had no memory of his previous straight life; his wife, kids, family, the hundreds of women he fucked. All gone. The chairman unfastened the sides of the bulletproof vest. Jackson lifted the vest over his head and placed it on a Louis XIV chair, by the tall window. The tattoos ran up his arms, across his massive pecs and up his muscular neck. At one time the detailed tattoo had meaning to the SEAL, now it is purely decorative. The chairman ran his fingernails over the younger men pert, hard nipples, causing Jackson to moan. The older man then moved his hands lower to trace the chisel, cobblestone 8 packs. The chairman stepped back, “ get on your knees and serve me.” “Yes, sir,” the elite warrior responded as he lowered himself on his knees. The Chairman undid his pants and pulled out his thick cock. Without any hesitation, the commander obediently took the cock into his mouth. Jackson expertly worked the older man’s cock with his tongue and mouth. He had no gag reflex. The gag relax had long been fucked out of him. He was trained to pleasure another man with his tight throat. Jackson was coating the cock with his drool and saliva. Finally the Chairman pulled Jackson off his cock by his black hair. Jackson merely looked up at the older man obediently. The chairman then pulled him up onto his combat boot clad feet and led him into the suite’s bedroom. Once by the large king-size, the older man pushed the muscular younger man face down on the bed. The chairman stepped back and admired the large muscular ass. The spandex-like material of the uniform pants was stretched over the perfectly shaped buttocks. Down the middle of the back of the black pants was a concealed zipper to give him unlimited access to his bodyguard’s magnificent ass. The older man lowered the zipper, revealing the smooth flawless ass cheeks. The ass cheeks were plumped and firm, perfectly sculpted. The chairman spread the muscular cheeks, and revealed the buttplug that was firmly lodged up the bodyguard’s manhole. The buttplug kept the elite warrior loose and ready to pleasure his master. With a smirk the chairman pulled the plug out with a pop and a moan from his bodyguard. He soon replaced the plug with his cock. The older man aimed his cock at the stretched hole. Gripping the lean muscular waist, the chairman then pushed into Jackson’s hole. The only sound from the tough soldier was a grunt as he was penetrated. The muscular ass felt so good to the chairman as he easily plowed deep and hard into the guard. Jackson was made and trained to be fucked, to take a pounding. The older man thrusted in and out of him. He grabbed the mountainous shoulders and then Jackson’s hair to ram deeper into him. Jackson was nothing but an object for him to use and enjoy. With the cockcage, Jackson was unable to get hard nor cum. Now his only pleasure he can experience was giving pleasure to other men. The chairman pushed all the way into his slave and paused. He laid on the younger man’s wide, muscle-layered back. The hard muscles felt so good beneath him, as he felt Jackson’s deep heavy breathing. He loves dominating his muscular bodyguards. Jackson was flexing his ass muscles around his cock like an expert, milking it. The chairman groaned as he filled his bodyguard with his seed. He remained on top of the younger man, making sure all of his cum was firmly loaded into the exquisite ass. Finally the older man pulled out. Jackson however, dared not move. The chairman picked up the buttplug that was discarded on the thick oriental rug and pushed it back into the commander’s hole. Jackson grunted again as the plug was firmly in place. The chairman then slapped the firm, plump ass cheeks, signaling that it was ok for the bodyguard to get off the bed. When Jackson stood, the chairman then zippered the rear entrance up. It was a struggle getting the tight spandex material to close over the large muscle packed ass. Finally the uniform pants was closed, sealing the master’s cum deep inside Jackson’s ass. The chairman gave Jackson’s ass another slap, “you may go.” “Yes, sir,” Jackson hurried to put his utility vest back on and hurried to the door.