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An Exquisite Downfall: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-01-18 12:54:20 +0000 UTC“So which one of you wants to take a turn with Ryan Masters first?”
“No fuckin’ way dude” Brett said, dumbfounded.
Aaron “You gotta be shitting me!”
“Is this a prank? Ryan, are you pranking us right now?” Brett walked over to Ryan, waving his hand in front of his face. Ryan could only stare blankly back, a stream of drool hanging from his mouth.
“This entrapment, right? We make an advance, and Ryan wakes up, and now he’s gonna accuse us of sexual harassment or some shit.” Aaron was visibly shaken, pacing across the room.
“This isn’t entrapment Aaron, it’s getting even. Watch.” Coop walked over to Ryan and Iike he had so many other times before pulled him in and aggressively made out with. Ryan seemed to come out of his trance to match the intensity, but the moment their lips were separated the fog returned to Ryan’s eyes.
“All the women you’ve heard Ryan brag about taking home, all the times you’ve seen him score at the Firm’s outings, you think a guy like would just let me do that?”
“That doesn’t prove anything! He could be bi! You two could secretly be lovers,” Aaron cried as Brett walked over to Ryan to take a better look.
“Well one of those things is true, but only one of us is aware of it,” Cooper said with a chuckle.
“I’ll go first!” Brett shouted, half expecting to scare Ryan out of his stupor.
“Well, alright!” Cooper said, his Cheshire Cat grin growing even wider.
“Wait why does he…” Aaron went to protest, but Cooper stopped him.
“Because Brett recognizes a real Opportunity when he sees it.”
“I just have one question. Can you make it so he acts like his normal self, but can’t help to obey my commands.”
“Ooh I certainly can. Hey, Ryan. When Brett snaps his fingers, I want you to pretend your awake, but you must do everything he says. All the things you do for me, you will do for him. Understood?”
Ryan nodded, another bit of drool falling from his mouth.
Cooper smirked and grabbed Aaron by the shoulder. “Come on bud, let’s give them some privacy.”
Brett decided to have a little fun before he woke Ryan up. He started with light smack across Ryan’s face, just to see if there was any chance left he was actually faking. Ryan simply took it, eliciting moan which sounded like it was more out of pleasure than of pain.
“What was that you said about making the most of your circumstances, Ryan?”
Brett thought back all the times Ryan made off hand comments about his upbringing. He was never overtly racist towards Brett, but the white suburban ignorance just oozed out of every word Ryan spoke. That combined with his smug smile, and the way the Partners of the firm ate up everything he said had made Brett come to resent Ryan.
And now it was to time to release some of that pent up resentment. Brett snapped and Ryan shook his head as if he had dozed off for a bit.
“Hey man! Uh where’d the other guys go?”
“Bend over the table.”
“Yea sure! Hey wha time is it? I feel like I blacked out a bit there.”
Ryan had unquestioningly bent over the table as he spoke and was looking back at Brett with an an innocent look on his face that was almost seductive.
“Don’t move from this position,” Brett ordered, “whatever happens don’t call for helpful and don’t try and leave.”
“Sure man, whatever you say. Are you gonna answer my question?”
“No.” And with that Brett smacked Ryan’s ass which was tightly encased in his suit pants.
“Ouch! Brett, man that really hurt!”
“Stop complaining, you love this.” SMACK!
Ryan let out a moan. “FUCK man. Do that again!” The front of his trousers was starting to tighten as his cock grew erect at the sensation.
“You like that, white boy?”
“Unh YES. White boy? Why did you… never mind, please just smack my ass again!”
SMACK!
“I will smack your ass when I wanna smack your ass and you will beg me if you want me to do again.”
“Unh yes please! SMACK MY ASS BRETT! I’m begging you!”
Smack! Ryan’s pants had been so tight that a tear started to form in the seam. Ryan got down for a closer inspection.
“Hey Ryan, your pants are starting to rip.”
“Aw damn, really? I just had these tailored. Could you maybe let me move so I can fix them. I have a mini sewing kit in my wallet.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
SMACK. The rip got bigger. Brett hooked his finger into the hole and started to pull at it. Stitch by stitch the seam started to pop and grow larger. Brett hooked a finger from his other hand and pulled the seam a part, ripping out the entire seat of Ryan’s pants, revealing a tight pair of white Calvin Klein Briefs.
“Jesus Christ Brett! Do you know how expensive thes pants are? Your gonna pay to to replace those!”
“I think You look better this way.”
“Gee ya think? I mean I guess I have always wanted to try more adventurous styles, but I haven’t been brave enough.”
SMACK!
“Awe fuck thank you Brett! That’s so fucking good.”
“How bout we open your tightie whiteys, too.”
Without waiting for an answer, Brett grasped at the tight fabric, and tore another hole, revealing Ryan’s pert, firm, and pale globes. Brett didn’t consider himself gay, but he had always been an ass man, and he had to admit. Ryan had a delicious looking ass.
Almost as if driven by animal instinct, Brett began to lick and gnaw upon Ryan’s ponderous cakes.
“Unff… Brett what are you… what are you doing back there.”
Without take his mouth off Ryan’s hole, Brett lifted his hand SMACKED Ryan’s ass again, causing the prone white man to see stars.
“FUUUUCK. Thank you.”
Brett was lost in ecstasy. Some how Ryan’s how didnt taste the least bit foul and was some how almost sweet and delicious. He figured Cooper had Ryan prepare himself this evening, knowing how much Brett talked about ass eating when it came to girls. He almost wondered if someone had added something extra, pheromones or something, because he felt himself becoming as enraptured by Ryan’s ass, as Ryan himself had been by Cooper’s words.
Eventually Brett’s own straining dick demanded his attention. He managed to pull his face away and stand up, unzipping his own pants in the process, revealing a hefty 7.5 incher.
“Ryan, I’m going to fuck you. Raw. No matter how bad it hurts, you fucking love it and you will beg me to keep going.”
“OkaAAAAHHHHH.”
Brett hadn’t awaited his response before plunging most of his length into Ryan’s rear unaided. At least he had soaked up the whole with his own saliva, but spit is a poor replacement for proper lubricant, especially with such an above average penis.
Ryan hissed but forced himself to smile.
“NNNG FUCK. Got damnit Brett your so big! Come on! Go deeper. I’m begging!”
“Good boy!” Brett said, before backing out then plunging even deeper. Ryan looked like he was making a noise, but was in such a mix of pain and bliss that no noise came out.
Brett took the silence as a cue to start pounding. Which he did, with wild abandon. Ryan’s hole was deliciously tight, fitting around Brett’s dick like a glove. The sensation was heavenly, and Brett was rapidly approaching climax. Brett thought about pulling out, which is what he normally did with woman, but thought of impregnating Ryan Masters, even just metaphorically, sent him over the edge and his seed blasting into Ryan’s hole.
He bent over Ryan, spent, and the two shared a strangely intimate moment, Panting in unison. With one last SMACK of Ryan’s rear, to which he moaned, Brett pulled his long flaccid dick out with a pop.
He went over to the door, through which Cooper and Aaron walked, knocked.
“NEXT!” He called, and the door opened and Aaron stepped out, eager for his turn.
