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Mr. Douglas Eiffel was never a very reliable employee. He'd been a pizza delivery boy during his teen years, that was until he was fired for sneaking a slice or two during his shifts. He'd been a store clerk another time though was fired for sleeping in the broom closet. He'd worked at a pharmacy another time, only to be kicked out for hiding behind the store to smoke with the janitor one too many times. There was a time he was a Communications Officer and was hightailed into the cosmos. The only way he could be fired then is if he was fired into the vacuum of space.
But Doug had a new job now. He had a job that actually involved gravity and suits that didn't itch. He could drink coffee and smoke and eat as much pizza as he wanted. And this job was written on his contract as an Executive P.A. A personal assistant who was at the will of his new owners. And with this job came many, many compromises.
It was compromise that led to Doug being the loyal servant of not one but two men, both of which being the respective owners of the new Kakos Goddard Enterprises.
One of these two men being a man by the name of Corin Deeth III. Despite being a few years younger and a few inches shorter than Doug, Corin was perched high in the corporate ladder due to inheritance and he wore that position with a sort of pride and stoicism he didn't drop often. But that wasn't the only reason the guy just rubbed Doug the wrong way.
Everything about Corin Deeth just seemed a little too clean and organized. His suits. His scent. That damn, deep voice that made every little insult and muttered swear all the more sultry yet infuriating. But this was clean in a way that seemed like a cover up. Like fixing something that should have been broken beyond repair with tape and glue, only pretending that it wouldn't leave your hands bloody when you touched it. Doug tried to keep that visual in mind when he found himself staring wistfully at Corin for just a little too long and still thinking about the CEO as he tended to his other work.
He would try to imagine the sound of breaking glass whenever Corin licked his lips while speaking. He would try to imagine the feeling of needles beneath his nails when Corin's manicured fingers lingered over his palm. He tried to imagine that Corin was fastening a noose around Doug's neck whenever his tie was fixed.
"We can't have the one and only personal assistant looking sloppy, Mr. Eiffel." Corin would normally say, accompanied by a smile that sent shivers down Doug's whole body.
No matter how attractive Doug personally found the man to be, he couldn't quite shake the feeling there was something very wrong with him. Something malicious and malevolent that seemed to follow Corin around in a dark shroud. This metaphorical shroud would drag and brush against anyone Corin encountered with, leaving murky trails of fear and respect in their wake. Doug has felt this shroud himself, brushing against him like a million little spiders crawling beneath his skin.
He could feel it when Corin would deliberately come in a little too close to whisper something against his ear. He could feel it when Corin would lightly trace his inner thigh, chuckling shortly afterwards as if it were an accident. He could feel it when Corin leaned against him as he did work on the computer, sneaking up for an "executive analysis" that apparently required a lot of neck kisses and hip holding. Soundman Steven, the leading engineer of the company, was apparently quite familiar with this analysis, though would start to blush and stutter so much through his explanation that Doug barely understood the answer. Also the sprouting erection between the engineer's thighs proved to be incredibly distracting.
But with a slogan like "Do Evil Better" on your reputation, it was bound to rustle some feathers. Doug really should have seen it coming.
The only person who seemed to accept Corin as the menace he was was no other than Mr. Cutter. If Corin was a the spider of the lot, Cutter was the slimy snake who always found a way around and inside of the worst of situations-most of which he devised himself.
Doug was fully aware of Mr. Cutter's utter lack of interest in anyone but himself, but the fellow executive seemed to have a personal preference for Corin. Some sort of fatherly instinct over the younger gentlemen who he treated with hand jobs the same way one would give out supportive pats on the shoulder.
Corin was an arrogant little shit, no doubt, but Doug had to admit the guy at least had some class to his character. He was an executive after all and carried a sort of respectable maturity to his presence, albeit a pretentious one. There was something at least vaguely human about Deeth simply covered up with enough foundation to put on a convincing facade.
But Cutter...Cutter had always been a fiend, a disgusting little rodent of a human being.
Mr. Cutter was just as bad at the personal space thing, always lurking and touching and sliding through every person he came in contact with. No one ever really felt the same after a single conversation with the guy. Doug had developed a sort of tolerance for Mr. Cutter's ways-a flimsy one, though tolerance nonetheless.
It was compromising that led to Minkowski and Lovelace being treated to similar positions. Both commanders were stripped of their previous roles, now playing by the rules that personal assistants were forced to abide to. Minkowski was the assistant of a slightly older woman, an Iele Solomanari who flaunted miniskirts and lip liner like no one's business.
A mother, from what Doug could recall, though also a widow with a flexible sexuality and a preference for shoving the normally sure-footed commander into heels and pantyhose during work hours. Iele was quite the stunner though also one with something off-putting about her presence, something inhuman that made her smiles a little too wide and her nails a little too sharp.
She'd spend her days treating Minkowski like a treasured pet, filling up great lengths of time with hair braiding, head petting, and free manicures. "Only the best for my assistant." Iele would always say, followed by a soft kiss to Minkowski's extended hand that always left a marking of red lipstick to the skin. Minkowski clearly had the best yet most patronizing of owners.
Lucky.
Lovelace was also victim to this compromise, working alongside a certain Grace Rule. A tall and stone eyed blonde who acted as contracts manager for the company and seemed to have a far less suggestive agenda in mind. Seemed.
With the new developments, Lovelace was a necessary asset to keep Grace Rule's nerves in check. The normally stoic woman would occasionally crack under the pressure of her heavier work load and needed someone to release her stress on to. Apparently these stress relief exercises had to take place openly inside of bathroom stalls, her private office, and once in an empty conference room.
As to what central purpose personal assistants served was a little too obvious this point. The mountains of paperwork and multiple conferences felt more like busy work. Hopes to keep up a guise of actual importance beyond being living stress toys for their corporate overlords.
This was the only thing Doug could keep thinking of as he lied on the floor of Corin Deeth's private lounge. The velvety reds and blacks of the room becoming mixed together as his eyes filled with tears.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" Mr. Cutter said, smile still in place as his fingers drove into Doug's windpipe, chuckling at the way the man would struggle beneath him. "Do you like when I tell you when you can and can't breathe?"
"Fu-Mrph!" Doug spat, his heels digging into the carpet in an attempt to get out from beneath Cutter's weight. He could feel the CEO growing harder against him, pressing forward to get a better feel of Doug's own erection.
Wait? Was he really getting turned on by this? Not being given a moment to debate, Cutter only squeezed harder, his lips close to Doug's ear as he whispered, "You should see your face, Mr. Eiffel. It really is something."
Cutter ran his tongue over Doug's ear, lightly biting the lobe as he continued to strangle the struggling man.
"You might leave a bruise at that rate, Mr. Cutter." Corin said.
"I'll leave the bruising to you," Cutter released Doug's throat, getting off of him to let the man cough and wheeze. "I know how much you like playing things rough, Mr. Deeth."
"I'm still aching from last night," Corin replied. "Do you have any idea how much foundation I needed to cover up that mark you left on my ass?"
"You insisted I used my bare hands," Cutter said. "Don't blame me because you can't handle a little spanking."
Doug crawled onto his hands and knees, trying to keep his uneven breaths quiet as he crawled towards the door. Cutter and Deeth were occupied with their conversation, leaving Doug enough time to make a run for it and maybe hide inside of a ditch for a couple days. Hoping to whatever deity was listening that they had simply grown bored with him and were going to settle for fucking each other, he inched closer and closer to the exit. Just a little more and he'd be-"Where do you think you're going?"
Doug was gripped by his shirt collar and hoisted up to his feet, gagging as Corin threw him back on to the floor and stepped on his chest. "Mr. Eiffel, how rude! Did you really think we were done with you?"
"Just some wishful thinking," Doug murmured, his attempts to stand up halted by Corin's loafer keeping him in place. "You guys are so gaga for each other, I'd thought you'd gotten bored with me. I'm not a fan of love triangles anyway."
"'Triangles'?" Corin said, amused. "I'm not fond of them myself, Mr. Eiffel. Me and Mr. Cutter are more than willing to share, right?"
"Certainly," Cutter replied, looking down at Doug's fallen form with a smirk. "And judging by that bulge in your pants, being shared by two powerful men sounds like a wonderful idea."
"If you're worked up from just a little roughhousing, then you'll love what else we have planned for you," Corin said and his smile spread wider across his face, revealing rows of pearly white teeth that seemed more like a warning than an attempt to make Mr. Deeth seem even the slightest bit remorseful. "Play along and maybe we won't have you limping out of here."
"I can't make any promises on that," Cutter replied, still eyeing Doug's crotch.
"You guys are fucking insane," Doug said. "I want no part in this."
"Well this part certainly does," Corin replied, moving his foot from Doug's chest to lightly nudge at the sensitive bulge. "Your body is being honest and yet you keep lying to us."
"Just admit it," Cutter said. "You're excited to have this opportunity handed over to you. You're getting so worked up about being used and fucked like a cheap toy that you can't help yourself. You'll likely end up masturbating to the thought anyway, so we may as well appease your fantasies right now."
"But, uh-"
"As long as we have your consent," Corin said, his voice softer. "We could have a lot of fun together. Do know it's completely beneath me to take advantage of my employees, I just want you to know that you're missing out."
"And if I do...miss out?"
"Well, you are still a pawn to us, Doug," Corin said simply. "You do what we say and in exchange you get money and the best fuck of your life. Do you have any idea how many people would kill for this?"
"I'm sure you guys would know a lot about killing."
"Guilty as charged," Mr. Cutter said. "So, do we have a deal or not?"
Doug tried to think of what Minkowski would do right now. She'd probably pull out her gun or karate chop the two men in the throat before bolting for the door. Lovelace would probably do the same though would have no intention of keeping them alive. But Doug wasn't being forced, just being told to do his job. And even with the foot on his chest and pressing air of the two men making his throat strain, he had admire the sincerity and patience being presented to him. Well, maybe Corin's patience, Cutter didn't seem to care when or where he got his fill.
Right now he was just disobeying orders. Being a bad employee. And being a complete dick to his own dick. Shit.
Sighing, Doug shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do your worst, fellas."
The two executives wasted no time with hesitation, stripping off Doug's clothing-his shirt, blazer, and pants being roughly pulled off. His underwear was taken care of by Mr. Cutter who gripped him by the hips and held him in place. Mr. Cutter undid the front of his pants, his erect cock brushing against Doug's exposed ass.
"I'll be handling you from the front, if you don't mind." Corin said, unzipping himself and pulling out his dick that hovered inches from Doug's slowly parting lips.
Soon Doug was being penetrated by both ends-his mouth taking in Corin's twitching dick while Cutter took him from behind. Corin gripped a handful of Doug's hair and seemed to signal Mr. Cutter with a nod to begin thrashing into his ass. Doug's moans were silenced by Corin's cock and the younger CEO only gripped his hair tighter.
"Get to work, Mr. Eiffel."
Doug exhaled through his nose and try to focus on sucking Corin off while Mr. Cutter pounded him faster and more aggressively. He was being rocked back and forth, getting a full taste of Corin's cock from the rhythm alone. They were both so big and filling him up so nicely. Doug's dick twitched and he shut his eyes to get a better feel of the warmth encompassing his body."Mmm..."
"Is our little assistant enjoying himself?" Mr. Cutter said, slapping Doug on the ass.
"I had a feeling you'd come to your senses." Corin added, a hand stroking Doug's cheek for motivation. He was leaking precome onto Doug's tongue and Doug began to suck him off faster until Corin was trembling. "Oh, shit-"
"Come now, Corin! Can't you hold out a little longer?" Mr. Cutter teased.
"Our a-assistant is just very good at his job," Doug got a tug to his hair and he took it as a sign to pick it up a notch. He leaned in, letting Corin's cock go deeper into his eager mouth. Doug made sure to keep eye contact as the executive panted, throwing his head back when he finished. Doug released Corin's dick with a wet pop, letting Mr. Cutter finish promptly after. Soon come was dripping from both his mouth, dick, and anus and he stood up slowly to his let his owners get a good visual of his wet, naked body.
He swallowed, wiping the remainder with the back of his hand and gave a proud smirk to the executives still catching their breath.
"You know, this whole looking down on people thing isn't that bad," Doug said. "Kind of a power high."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mr. Eiffel," Corin said, standing up and gesturing towards the door. "Now get your clothes on and leave. You're starting to stink up the place."
Mr. Cutter laughed, "No need to be so harsh, Corin. I'm sure we all had a fun time."
"And we'll have more fun once Mr. Eiffel gives us some privacy..." The conversation continued as a backtrack for Doug collecting his clothing off the floor and getting dressed. Though he certainly wasn't trying to listen that closely, the plans the two had for when he left were way out of left field. Doug thought his session was pretty intense, but clearly they were going easy on him.
"See you soon, Mr. Eiffel." Mr. Cutter winked before shutting the doors, leaving Doug to stare blankly at the polished dark mahogany reflecting his guilt back at him. Doug adjusted his tie and turned on his heel, departing out of the hallway and to the nearest elevator. For once, he was actually looking forward to work tomorrow.