(Finally was able to post the first part of Labor dispute) ..

(Finally was able to post the first part of Labor dispute) LABOR DISPUTE Mr. Hiroesho wasn’t happy that he was called to the states to deal with a labor problem at one of his factories. Usually such issues would not be worthy of his attention, however, when his factory manager sent him the photo of the worker who was trying to unionize his factory, he became intrigued. Hiroesho decided to personally nip the labor unrest in his American operations himself. Gio Lozano stepped out of the elevator in the penthouse suite of the most elegant hotel in Boston, and was immediately greeted by a small Japanese man. Gio smirked as the smaller man looked him over in both disgust and lust. “Hello, I’m Simto, the personal assistant to Mr. Hiroesho. You are Mr. Lozano?” Simto couldn’t believe the disrespect that the younger was showing coming to an appointment with a man as powerful as Mr. Hiroesho, in old jeans and t-shirt Gio was still in his work clothes of jeans, white t-shirt, and work boots. Simto couldn’t help but admire the large, powerful arms and huge pecs that stretched the cotton white t-shirt. The little, gay man couldn’t help but imagine the giant dark hair stud naked. Gio smirked, “I was at work when the foreman told me to get over here. So if Mr. Hiroesho wants to see me, he has to see me as is.” Gio spoke with a deep Bostonian accent. He had an air of arrogance about him as he looked down at the well dressed Japanese man. “He probably didn’t work a day in his life, all brains and no brawl,” Gio thought to himself. “And look at the little fag checking out a real man.” “Come this way,” Simto led Gio through the luxurious penthouse to a private library. Simto knocked on the large double doors and stuck his head into the library, “Mr. Hiroesho, Mr. Gio Lozano is here, sir.” “Yes, Yes, send him in,” the overweight billionaire stood up from the desk and walked toward the younger men. The Japanese businessman’s eyes traveled down the 6’4'' muscular American’s body. Gio walked around Simto and extended his right hand. Hiroesho in return took Gio’s hand in his smaller but fat hand. Gio’s grip was strong and his hand callused from hard work. “Would you like anything to drink while we discuss your issues,” the powerful billionaire was gracious and motioned toward two high back chairs standing by a large fireplace. “Water will be fine,” Gio sat in the chair with his back to the library’s door and instantly spread his legs as he sat down. Hiroesho nodded toward his assistant, who bowed in respect and left the office. “So, my managers informed me that you have several labor concerns,” Hiroesho sat across from the younger man. Hiroesho’s eyes went straight to Gio’s crotch. The jeans were tight fitting around the packed crotch as Gio sat with his legs spread. The stare wasn’t missed on the cocky stud and Gio smirked in disgust. “Those are not my concerns, but issues that the workers at your factories have. We are organizing to make our demands for better benefits and working conditions.” Simto brought in a tray with a pitcher of water and two glasses. He sat the tray down on the marble top table between the two men and poured water into both glasses. Simto then backed out of the room. “Thank you, Simto,” Hiroesho watched Gio pick up one of the glasses of water and drink it down. “I am assured that the working conditions are very up to US standards, Mr. Lorenzo. There is no reason for my workers to organize into a union,” Hiroesho smiled. “Mr. Hiroesho, your workers will not be fucked around with. We will unionize and if you don’t agree to negotiate with us then we will strike. …” Gio suddenly felt unfocused and confused. Gio leaned over and poured himself another glass of water. As Gio titted his head back to gulped down the water, Hiroesho smiled while admiring the thick neck muscles gulping and swallowing the drugged water. “Mr. Lozano, I’m afraid there will be no union vote,” Hiroesho smiled. Gio was sweating and started to protest, “but . . .” “Have another glass of water,” Hiroesho’s voice was firm and demanding as he interrupted the younger, confused man. Gio did as he was told and drink another glass of the refreshing liquid. “You are so disrespectful. Look at you coming here in your common work clothes. Showing me no respect. You mattered well be naked. In fact, take off your clothes,” Hiroesho ordered. A part of Gio was shocked and wanted to tell the old man to fuck off. However, Gio found himself standing up and pulling his shirt over his head. Hiroesho was impressed by the smooth muscular torso with the tattooed pecs and arms. Gio’s body was sculpted by years of hard manual work and working out in the gym. Gio then unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, revealing his packed white briefs. Gio’s cock was already rock hard. Gio started to remove his boots, but Hiroesho stopped him, “no, keep them on. Pull off your pants and underwear over them.” Gio peeled his jeans down the thick, well developed quads and struggled to pull them over the heavy work boots, even ripping his worn jeans in the process. Once freed of the jeans, Gio hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and peeled them down as well. His thick, Italian cock popped free and stood straight ahead. “Good boy, now come over here,” Hiroesho ordered. Gio’s mind was spinning. He wanted to fight but more and more it was becoming harder to think. His muscular legs were moving on their own as he moved to stand before the older Japanese man. Hiroesho reached his right hand out and gripped Gio’s impressive, hard cock and balls. “You blue collar workers show no gratitude,” Hiroesho squeezed Gio’s large balls in his hand, causing the stud to whimper. “You continued to demand and demand more without working for it. You are like spoiled brats. In my country, brats are disciplined,” Hiroesho’s grip tightened. “Please, no,” the arrogant stud pleaded. Tears were welling in his brown eyes. For the first time in his adult life his huge muscles were useless to him. “You need to be taught discipline and respect. Bend over my knees,” Hiroesho used his left hand to pull the larger man down over his lap. “Yes, sir,” Gio found himself obeying. Before he knew it he was bent over the older man’s lap, naked. With one hand on the back of Gio’s thick neck, Hiroesho raised his other hand in the air and brought it down hard on the smooth, firm ass cheek. “Ugh,” Gio cried out. His muscular legs were kicking out as the billionaire delivered one blow after another on the pale ass cheeks. Gio was crying, but all along he was rock hard. His thick cock was between Mr. Hiroesho’s thighs and the older man kept his legs tight together, trapping Gio’s cock between them. However, despite the stringing, he was so turned on. “Please, daddy,” Gio didn’t even realize he called the man daddy. “Will you be a good boy for your daddy,” Hiroesho stopped slapping the now red ass cheeks and then spread them to stroke Gio’s virgin hole. “Yes, daddy, I’ll be a good boy,” the once tough stud sniffing. “Ugh,” he felt Hiroesho pushed a fat finger into his tight hole. “As your superior and your employer, I can fuck you anyway I want. You and your hard worked muscles are for men like me to use and enjoy, understand,” Hiroesho’s moved his finger in and out of the helpless stud’s ass while he continued to work on the mind fucked stud’s ego. “Yes, sir,” Gio cried. “You are nothing but my employees and my property,” Hiroesho pushed in a second finger. “Yes, daddy,” Gio cried as he felt the man spreading the fingers in his tight ass, stretching it open. Hiroesho pulled out his fingers, “get your working class body down on your knees and worship your superior’s cock.” “Yes, master,” Gio slid off Hiroesho’s lap and onto his knees. Hiroesho’s then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was shorter than Gio’s monster cock but just as thick. It didn’t matter any longer to the once cocky Stud about how much bigger he was to the Japanese man. It was his superiors’ brains and intelligence that made them superior to his huge, hard worked muscles. He obediently opened his mouth and took Hiroesho’s cock into it. Tears ran down his chisel, masculine face as he looked up at the older man, seeking approval as he sucked on his first cock. Hiroesho smirked down at the once cocky stud as he held Gio by the ears and fucked his inexperienced mouth. Gio was gagging over the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat. When he Thought he couldn’t take any more the old man pulled his head off the cock. The muscle stud then fell on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. However, Hiroesho wasn’t done with the stud, “lay on the coffee table, with your legs in the air.” Gio then obediently laid on his back on the coffee table and lifted his thick legs toward his chest, leaving his tight virgin man hole exposed. He could only watch as Hiroesho approached him and pressed his drool and saliva covered cock against Gio’s hole. Gio let out a loud grunt as he was penetrated for the first time. Hiroesho made him keep his eyes locked on him as he slammed in and out of the tight ass. All along Gio’s cock remained rock hard while he continued to hold his knees up to his chest. “You are going to cum, for me, cum for your master,” Hiroesho laughed. “Fffuck, yes, please, let me cum.”