LABOR DISPUTE 3 Simto led the tall, naked American stud out..

LABOR DISPUTE 3 Simto led the tall, naked American stud out of the elegant Library/study of the penthouse apartment. Gio felt so confused. He felt Mr. Hiroesho’s cum leaking out of his ruined hole, running down his huge thighs as he walked. It made him so hard that his cock was bouncing as he walked. At the same time he felt so empty. He found himself wanting a cock back in his hole. Gio watched the smaller Simto carrying his clothes over to the living area’s fireplace and threw the jeans, t-shirt and briefs into the fire. Gio merely lowered his head as his clothes began to burn. Simto then moved back in front of the taller man and boldly reached out and gripped Gio’s hard cock. Gio let out a deep moan. When the cocky, even arrogant muscle god showed up at the penthouse little under an hour ago, he would have crushed the little, gay japenese man for even thinking about touching him. Now however, there was nothing left of that self-center alpha male. Gio just stood there, his massive arms at his side while Simto moved his small hand up and down his thick, throbbing cock. “Please,” Gio moaned as his cock drool pre-cum. Simto merely smiled as he used his hands to gather up the large amounts of pre-cum and then rubbed it over Gio’s chisel 8 pack abs and huge heavy pecs. Gio moaned louder. Simto took both nipples between his fingers and rubbed and twisted them, causing the giant stud to whither in heat. “You like that, stud,” the normally meek assistant to Mr. Hiroesho laughed. “Yes, sir,” Gio moaned. His entire alpha personality had been rewritten. “Get on your knees,” Simto ordered as he let go of the large brown nipples. “Yes, sir,” Gio knelt before the smaller man. Simto loved the power he now had over the macho American. He opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Gio literally began to drool as he saw the cock being revealed. Smirking at the muscle stud, Simto grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head toward the waiting cock. Taking only the second cock in his life, with only half an hour between each other, Gio opened his mouth and began to worship it. The big straight stud’s mouth felt so good on Simto’s cock as he fucked it. Gio was groaning in heat over the cock as his head bobbed up and down on it. Over and over Hiroesho’s words echoed in Gio’s head, he is nothing but a dumb muscle tool to be used by smart men like Hiroesho and Simto. His beautiful muscles, sculpted by hard manual work, were for their pleasure and use. Gio was gagging on the cock in his mouth as the back of his throat was pounded but he kept on worshiping it. His own discomfort wasn’t important. The only thing that matters was pleasing the superior male. Simto pushed his cock deep down Gio’s throat and held the larger man’s head tight. “Take it, bitch,” Simto moaned as he shot his load deep into Gio’s mouth. Gio hungrily sucked and swallowed every drop. Simto finally triumphantly pulled out of the muscle stud’s mouth and slapped his now soft cock against the handsome, masculine face, smearing any remaining cum on Gio’s face. Simto had many duties as Mr. Hiroesho’s executive assistant, one was to manage his stable of men. The older Japanese billionaire had a taste for western men, especially Americans. As compensation for Simto’s loyalty and service, the billionaire allowed his assistant free reign over those muscular slaves. Simto knew Gio would be a great addition to the stable, and couldn’t wait to give him a try. But first, Gio had to be prepared. Simto pulled the bigger man onto his feet and led Gio into the large bathroom. “Get into the shower,” the smaller man ordered. Without question, Gio obeyed. He stood in the shower motionlessly as Simto started to lather up his body with a special cream. After covering every inch of the 6’4 muscle god from the neck down, Simto then wiped the cream off his body. As he removed the cream, he also permanently removed all of Gio’s body hair. Gio didn’t move or respond as a symbol of his manhood vanished. Simto stepped back and admired his work. Gio looked like a statue of a greek god, smooth and flawless, every deep chiseled muscle and vascular vein were visible. The smaller man ran his hands over the tight skin, causing Gio to moan. He ran his hands up the sculpted 8 pack, tracing every deep valley, and then up to the large, oversized pecs. Simto stood mouth level to Gio’s large brown, silver dollar size nipples. Taking both hands, he squeezed the big slabs of meat between his smaller hands. All the while, Gio’s cock was throbbing at the smaller man’s touch. Simto then squeezed the left pec tighter, pushing the pert man tit out. He leaned his head down and licked the hard nipple. Gio let out another deep grutter moan, as the tongue flicked over it. Then Simto took it into his mouth. “Oh, uh, fuck,” Gio moaned as Simto began to nibble and suck on the sensitive nipple. He could feel the smaller man’s teeth running over his nipple, biting and sucking it. Gio subconsciously pulled back but Simto reached around him and grabbed his tight, round buttocks in his hands, keeping the larger man from moving. Gio’s pecs were being treated the same way he had treated numerous women, and he was both humiliated and aroused by being manhandled. As Simto sucked on each tit, he was squeezing and slapping the firm muscular ass cheeks. He spread Gio’s cheeks and teased his hole with his finger. Simto had kept shaving Gio’s newly christened manpussy for last. His fingers could still feel Mr. Hiroesho’s cum inside the muscle stud’s hole. Simto pulled his mouth from the pecs, “turn around.” His voice was commanding and sent a chill through Gio’s body. Gio obediently turned his wide, v-shape back toward the Japanese man. Simto knelt in the shower behind the newest muscle slave and, gripping each granite like ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal Gio’s new manpussy. The once virgin hole was still bruised from the fucking that Hiroesho had given him. However, the anal entrance winked in apprehensions once again having a cock inside it. Simto then drove his face between the firm ass cheeks. Gio braced himself against the shower wall and groaned. His eyes rolled into his head as Simto tongue fucked him. Simto’s tongue was surprisingly long as it lapped at his employer’s dried cum deep inside Gio’s hole. Gio's mind was reeling as it processed the new pleasures and sensations. Simto continued to squeeze and slap the muscular ass cheeks as his tongue tried to push deeper, and lap and flick the sensitive manhole. Gio tried to reach for his own cock to jack off but Simto pulled his head from the muscle pussy and gave his hand a slap. “Slaves don’t touch their worthless cocks,” Simto scorned before driving back into between the ass cheeks. Gio was so desperate to cum that he begged, “please fuck me.” Finally Simto pulled his face from between Gio’s sexy ass, and smiled. He stood up and finished undressing. While Gio braced him against the shower wall and pushed out his large bubble ass, Simto rubbed the hair removal cream over Gio’s hole to remove the last traces of body hair from the muscle stud’s body. Once done, Simto reached for another bottle from the shelf by the shower. Simto squeezed a generous amount of the gel-like substance on his fingers, “this is a very special lube that Mr. Hiroesho had acquired. It was made from an aphrodisiac plant from the Amazon rainforest,” Simto explained as he rubbed the lube around Gio’s hungry hole and pushed two fingers into him. Gio groaned loud. “It's going to make you feel only pleasure.” Gio was whimpering and moaning as the gel was absorbed into his tight canal. Finally Simto pulled out his fingers to the larger man’s disappointment. However, Gio was soon awarded with pressure pressing against his hole. Gio then let out a deep groan as Simto’s cock pushed into him. “Oh, Fffuck, feel so good,” Gio cried out as he pushed his ass back for more. Simto smiled as the big macho American began to moan and groan like a whore in heat. The smaller man grabbed those huge shoulders for support as he began to thrust in and out of Gio harder and deeper. “Fuck me harder, please deeper,” Gio’s deep masculine voice moaned. Every nerve ending in Gio’s ass was fired up and in overdrive. His prostate felt like it was on fire as the cock rammed against it. His own cock was never so hard. He wanted to cum and was on the verge of exploding. However, Simto, feeling the incredible ass muscles tightening around his cock, and knowing the stud was close to coming, reached his hand around Gio’s sweaty, chisel torso and applied pressure on the American’s cock. “No, please. Let me cum,” Gio cried and pleaded, his cock was on the edge but with the pressure Simto was applying on just the right spot, he was unable to cum. Simto smirked behind the big muscle god and continued to fuck in and out of him. He took his time fucking the sexy American stood. He pulled all the way out of the hungry manpussy and slammed hard back in. Gio’s moans grew louder. He tightened his ass muscles to keep the thick cock deep inside him and flexed them to milk the smaller man. All thought and memories of his once straight alpha life was being fucked out of him. He couldn’t even remember a time when he wasn’t loving getting fucked and used by real men. Simto pushed all the way inside Gio’s hole and paused. He listened to Gio’s heavy breathing beneath him through the loud moans and groans. Smiling, Simto removed the pressure from Gio’s red flaring cock head. “Cum,” Simto ordered. “Ugh, ffucckk,” Gio cried out as his cock erupted.