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The Interrogation

A chauffeur driven car careers though a landscape of chimneys and factories, far from his usual city dwellings. In the black of night they turn into an industrial estate and pull up to a warehouse. The heavy steel doors screech and lurch open slowly revealing one man, tied fast to a chair in the middle of the dark, empty void. Without hesitation the vehicle races up to him and stops dead, blinding him with the full beams. The doors close, sealing them in.

Drowsy, confused and terrified, helpless Issac doesn’t struggle, he knows he has no chance of escape. The engine stops and the headlights remain on, the rear door opens and out steps JP. Amidst the clip clop of expensive shoes, faint whirring and beeping of the car cooling down there is a startling silence.
He ominously details the reasons for them being there. Grabbing his chin and calmly turns his face towards his “Where is my money?” He slaps him hard, “ARE YOU LISTENING?!” JP proceeds to tell him he is there for a lesson and that he is his teacher, so he better pay attention. He grabs the ropes from around the reverse of the chair, constricting him a little further. Unzipping his fly he tells him he knows what he should do if he wants to survive this. Issac is inches close to JP’s fat bouncing cock, he tears the tape from around his mouth and forces him on.

Face fucking the helpless guy is spurring JP on but he wants to test his loyalty further. Unbinding him, he rips open Issacs white shirt revealing his buff, tattooed and tanned torso. He sets to work on his arse, bending him over the chair that kept him captive, fucking so hard you can feel his euphoric mix of pain and pleasure, making him endure every thrust. Moving over to the bonnet of the executive Audi he is fucked over then flipped over. Banged to within an inch of his life and furiously cums up his tight stomach and muscular chest, JP pulls his dick out and angrily spills his load. Issac will not cross him again, JP will make sure of it.

The Prologue

On a 21st century deserted city backdrop, Troy and Issac are impeccably dressed in sharp suits. Issac carries what appears to be a very important briefcase, they are on a job and there is tension in the air. Issac tells Troy to carry on without him, as he thinks they’ve been followed. Troy explains that ‘Boss told them not to split up’, Issac firmly interrupts him,“..And I said GO!”

They separate, Issac making his way to the tram platform. A mysterious, anonymous stranger steps out of a carriage carrying an identical case, stopping to tie his shoelace he places his case down. Swiftly, Issac swaps the cases and hurries onwards. Reconvening at the roadside, they take a look around suspiciously before hopping into a car sent for them. Speeding off into the distance, the job is done.

They arrive back at their hotel, safe and sound. Troy is new to this line of work and says he hopes it’s not like that every day. They flop down on to the couch in their suite. Issac tells him ‘it’s all part of the job’.

“Certainly gets the blood pumping!” Troy grabs his crotch, clearly the endorphins are still rushing through him. Issac likes where this is going. They kiss and begin to strip one another. They may as well get good use of the plush room the boss has laid on for them! Making their way to the bed, they get comfortable, then they get filthy. Maneuvering into a hot, slurpy sixty-nine, they go to town on each others dicks, sucking for all their worth. Troy moves into position to take Issacs massive meat, these guys have a hot chemistry, sexy tattoos and a ravenous sexual appetite. Troy bottoms like a pro, letting Issac hammer his fuck-hole for all he can take it. Both guys cream over Troy, Issac shooting a massively powerful load. All part of the job…

Harley’s BIG Bonus

It can be lonely at the top, sometimes you have to make your own fun whether forced, bribed or by other means. JP has called Harley and Troy up to his office, he knows there have been some dodgy goings on amongst his men. Claiming not to be interested he tells them he doesn’t care, so long as it doesn’t get in the way of business. He rudely dismisses them before calling back Harley to discuss another matter, his bonus. He takes out a wedge of £50’s, gently flexing it in the air, tapping it into his other hand. Before he takes it, he wants something else in return, beckoning him over until they are stood toe to toe. Harley towers over JP but he is not intimidated… rather the other way around. “Come on big guy, you know what I want.”

Grabbing his tie, he pulls him in to kiss him and throws the cash onto the black glass of his desk. His cold and clinical office heats up fast with hot, deep kissing. Ties and jackets hit the floor. Stripping each other further they take turns devouring each others cocks in a spit fuelled suck-fest, both guys are over 8” thick and uncut. Harley pushes JP over the edge of the desk, he’s not afraid to be rough with his boss, this is what he wants. Shoving his tongue and fingers into JP’s tight fuck hole, he begins to loosen him up, JP is loving every second. This moment is for lovers of arseplay. Spreading him further and further he works up to 4 fingers of those big shovel hands deep in his hole stretching his arse and his limits. Standing up he takes first position, rubbing his throbbing cock head against JP’s eager and warmed up hole. Plunging in, he gives him all he’s got, fucking him stupid JP grabbing the desk edge for support, Harley’s chest pumping with every thrust. Taking it down to the floor, Harley can really slam his butt now. It starts to get very sweaty, JP on his back and Harley working his hole from above him, sweat dripping down onto him. Pushing him up and over, Harley forces JP to shoot his load over his own face before climbing over him and giving him another face-full. NOW he’s earned that bonus.

Cards DOWN Arse UP

When the boss is away the boys will play. Taking a break from running errands and doing dirty work Troy and Harley and chilling out and playing a game of cards talking about work. Troy starts by slating JP, saying how money has corrupted him, though having not long fucked him Harley jumps to his defence, saying that he treats his guys OK. Troy tells him the story of Issac, how he double-crossed JP and where is he now? Harley can’t believe that JP would kill someone who worked for him, Troy says that that’s only half of the story, “You don’t know what he did before he killed him? He fucked him.”

Harley thinks it’s too twisted to be true, or how he would know that but doesn’t know how far JP would go. Shrugging off the conversation, they return their attention back to their card game. Troy wants to make it interesting, he proposes a bet, if he wins the next hand Harley has to suck him off but if he loses, he can fuck him. “Why the fuck not” Harley says intently.

Guess what, Troy folds and Harley grabs him from across the table into a steamy kiss. The cards litter the floor and the boys begin to strip. Getting down onto his knees, Troy takes out Harley’s dick. He licks around the bulbous head, teasing him before swallowing the lot. Harley forces Troy onto his fat knob, making him gag and slobber. He picks Troy up, throws him on the table and spreads his legs, spitting in his eager hole juicing it right up ready to be fucked. He slides in, writhing in muscle, tattoos and spit. He fucks him rough, choking and slamming him on the table, up against the wall and down on the floor amongst the mess of clothes and cards. Harley gets up to spunk on Troy’s exhausted, blushing but willing face. Then Troy cums up himself with excitement. Break time over.