Corporate Takeover Alexander had built a successful busines..

Corporate Takeover Alexander had built a successful business empire at an early age. At 35 he was on his way to being a billionaire. He succeeded by always being in control and in charge, always pushing himself and the people around him hard. Many considered him a cut throat having taken over a dozen businesses. Others consider him an envisionary. Nevertheless, he was the face of his business empire, AlexiCorp, with his chiseled good looks, and lean masculine body. He was viewed by the public more as a celebrity than a stuffy CEO. Alexander appeared in both the business and the social selection of news media. The media even speculated on which model or celebrity he was bedding at any given night. There was even talk about him running for public office. However, now he was in the fight of his life as he was now on the receiving end of a take over. GR Industries, an international conglomerate, was making his board of directors an offer to acquire Alexander’s business out from under him. He was determined not to let that happen. After a stormy board meeting, Alexander stormed out of the board room toward his office. “I don’t want to be disturbed,” he barked at his secretary as he slammed his office door closed behind him. He pulled off his Armani suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting at his desk. He had barely got the votes on the board to slay off the latest offer from GRI, but he knew that the massive conglomerate would not back down and would be back with a larger offer. As he sat at his desk going through emails, a new email notification popped up on his computer screen. The email title caught Alexander's attention, “urgent: truth about GR industries.” Intrigued, he opened the email and discovered an attachment. He knew he should be lurrely about opening attachments, but his company had developed some of the most advanced anti-virus programs in the world. The attachment started to play a video in which it claimed that GR Industries was a part of an international organization that calls themselves the Cartel. The Cartel ran a vast network of black markets, brothals, and sex trade of men. It seemed too unbelievable to Alexander as he watched the video play out on his laptop. Periodically the screen would freeze up and a bright color spiral appeared. He should have feared that his laptop and system was being exposed to a virus, however oddly Alexander found it relaxing. Among the bright patterns were fast moving words and images flashing on the screen before the video resumed. They were too fast for Alexander’s naked eyes to make out. However, his subconscious was being bombarded over and over. Alexander suddenly felt tired and his mind drifted off. He had been so stressed fighting to build and now keep control of his business empire. Was it really worth the stress? He has always been in charge and in control. Wasn't it worth it? Maybe he should give up control. He didn’t even realize that he was watching, fit muscular younger men getting fucked and used in various means by older men. Alexander was straight and according to the tabloids a notorious womanizer, however, he found himself getting hard in watching the video play out before him. His eyes were glued to the monitor as his hands moved on their own to undo his tie and slowly unbutton his expensive silk shirt. “The Cartel knows best,” flashed on the monitor. Alexander pulled his shirt open and revealed his tight chisel body. Despite his busy schedule he always made sure he took exceptional care of his body. The distinction of being the sexiest CEO in Corporate America was well earned. He began to run his hands over his sculpted torso, over his firm developed pecs and down his tight 6pack, as he watched men with bodies very much like his own getting fucked. Their moans were becoming intoxicating to him. “The Cartel must be obeyed,” flashed on the laptop screen. Alexander’s hands reached his suit pants and began to rub his bulging crotch. “It is pleasurable to serve the Cartel.” Alexander unzipped his tailed pants and eased them down his thighs. His designer white briefs were stretched over his raging hard on. He couldn’t believe he was so turned on. The video showed the power of the Cartel. It was all powerful. It showed entire units of elite soldiers being enslaved and used. Famous celebrities and athletes submitting to the Cartel and getting fucked. Alexander’s mind was spinning. He pulled his cock out of the tight briefs and wrapped his fist around his hard, throbbing cock. He was moving his foreskin up and down his staff as he continued to watch the video playing over and over. As he stroked his hard on with his right hand, he lifted his left hand to his chest and began to twist and pull his sensitive nipples. He was so turned on. He saw the unmistakable image of the masculine quarterback of the football team that Alexander had recently purchased. The blond adonis was in his uniform being suspended by a harness from the ceiling of the football team locker room. He was being swung around by a group of men, getting his ass and mouth fucked. Alexander beat his cock off quicker. “God, I need to get fucked sooo bad,” Alexander moaned. Alexander pulled his fingers from his sore nipples and pushed a finger between his legs. He began to tease and prove his own hole. Not taking his eyes off the monitor he pushed his index finger into his tight virgin hole. It felt so good as he started to stroke his insides. He pumped his cock harder until he couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing his head back he cried out and his cock shot out his load in a high arch. The cum spray landed over his abs, smooth pecs and even his face. He then collapsed back in his chair in exhaustion. He had no idea that while he was watching the video and jacking off the webcam on his laptop was activated and was live streaming in the boardroom. His board members watched in shock and dismay. Alexander was still sprung out on his chair, with his shirt open and pants down around his ankles, when his intercom beeped. “Sir, David Rutherford wishes to see you,” his secretary’s nervous sounding voice came through the speaker of his phone. His head still resting against the back of his chair, Alexander reached for the button, “send him in.” Alexander didn’t bother to put his clothes back on, as the head of GRI and the Cartel entered the office. David Rutherford smiled as he saw the normally impeccably dressed and groomed Alexander, half naked and covered in his own cum. Alexander started to stand up, but David placed his hand on his shoulders and gently pushed him back down. “Sshh, you had put on quite the show for the board,” the older man laughed as he stood behind Alexander and massaged his shoulders. “They were so impressed that they reversed their vote and voted unanimously for the merger.” Alexander didn’t protest or even care about the news. The Cartel was too powerful to fight. David Rutherford moved his hands down Alexander’s muscular chest, cupping and squeezing the well developed pecs. “You will remain on as President of the company, but in a fully figurehead status, you understand,” David scooped up a handful of Alexander’s cum from his smooth pecs and put his hand to Alexander’s mouth. “Yes, sir,” Alexander replied before he licked his own cum off David’s hand. “Good boy. Now I got some papers for you to sign,” David placed a folder on the desk before Alexander. The previously business savvy Alexander didn’t read any of the documents as he signed away all of his assets, property, shares, and even his freedom to David Rutherford and the Cartel. To officially inaugurate the new board of Directors of AlexiCorp, which was composed of members of the Cartel, Alexander was suspended nake by a harness over the conference table. His muscular arms and legs dangling as each board member then proceeded to use his ass and mouth. Alexander moaned with his mouth stuffed with cocks as he got pounded by one cock after another. His cock remained rock hard and throbbing while leaking pre-cum on to the great table. When one man came in his ass or mouth, he was swung around and another set of cocks was pushed into him. There were 12 board members, each one taking turns cumming in his ass and mouth. As for himself, he came three times on the table below him. After the merge, Alexander disappeared from public view. He no longer had any stress in his life. He went to spend his days by the poolside of huge mansions in tiny speedos or thongs, serving men he once considered his equal.