Straight to Hell - Prologue & Chapter 1

'Yes you are, Mr. Carlyle! I'll get fired if I take that test and you are the only one who can help me. But you won't help me unless I take my shirt off and I won't do that! What choice do I have?'

Oh yes, the angels were singing! It was beginning to dawn on my hunky employee that he really didn't have a choice! I looked back at Debjeet with an exasperated stare.

'Look, DJ. I'm not the one who's been using pot! I'm not the one who got called in for a drug test! I'm not the one who said they'd do â€anything' to not take the drug test! You expect me to risk my job over delaying your test and you won't pay the price I set for the risk. Well, that's fine. So, you've made your choice, just like you have all the others, and now you have to live with the choices you've made.'

Debjeet just looked at me. I looked down at my paperwork and began to read, giving him time to think over what I said. After a minute or two of silence, I heard Debjeet sigh.

'If I take off my shirt, you'll get my test delayed?'

I slowly looked up at him.

'No, DJ. You don't understand. If you want me to get your test delayed . . . if you want me to call in a BIG favor . . . if you want me to take a risk that this will get out and possibly make me lose my job . . . then you'll do ANYTHING I ask you to do. Period. End of discussion.'

Debjeet and I looked at each other across the desk.

'Now . . . what's it gonna be?'

Debjeet kept looking at me with an angry, tortured look in his eyes. After a bit, his head lowered little by little until he was looking at the top of the desk. He was still breathing heavily and you could tell he was a beaten man. I walked over to my office door, locked it, and sat back down.

'Good. Now . . . take off your shirt, DJ.'

Debjeet kept looking at the desk. I sat back in my chair and waited. Finally, he lifted his head and his hands began unbuttoning his shirt. When he finished, he looked at me, sighed heavily, and began pulling his shirt out of his pants and up his body. Debjeet had to struggle to pull it over his huge chest and muscular shoulders but it finally came off. Then he stood there with the shirt in his hands, clenching it like he wasn't sure what to do with it.

'And your undershirt.'

Without looking at me, Debjeet sighed again, tossed his work shirt down, and started pulling off his tank top. Like his work shirt, Debjeet had to struggle to pull the cotton material over his muscular pecs and shoulders. As it started coming off, Debjeet's smooth, cocoa colored skin came into view. Finally, after a few moments, the tank top was off as well. Debjeet tossed it on the floor with his work shirt and stood bare chested before me, panting heavily, and looking totally miserable.

Fuck. I almost fainted at the sight. Debjeet's chest was totally hairless and his solid pecs moved up and down as he breathed. Pointy, large brown nipples about the size of half dollars stood out on the tips of his massive pecs. Drops of sweat trickled from the top and flowed down the deep one inch gulf on his hard chest. Ridges of taut abdominal muscle stuck out in four rows as my gaze descended down his body. His abs became more defined each time he breathed in and I longed to run my fingers slowly along each ridge. As my eyes followed his chiseled form down, I wondered what it would taste like to run my tongue along his flat stomach, licking and sucking, until it finally disappeared into his jeans. Still there wasn't a hair to be seen. Many men have at least a treasure trail that flows from their naval into their nether regions but so far, Debjeet had nothing but smooth, flawless skin above the waist of his pants.

Debjeet watched me as I glanced back up his chest, drinking in the view of one of the most perfect male bodies I'd ever seen. His shoulders were full and muscular as they rose to his neck.

Slowly, I got up and walked over to him. As I got in front of him, Debjeet looked away. The shame and embarrassment was obvious as he tried not to look at me. My right hand reached up to cup his left pec. As I touched him, he flinched and moved back slightly. As I reached out again, he started leaning back so that my hand wouldn't reach him.

'Sir, please don't touch me.'

'DJ, I'm not gonna tell you again. Either you FUCKING do what I want or get the hell out of my office right now!'

'BUT I'M NOT GAY! I DON'T LIKE YOU TOUCHING ME!'

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, rebellion. I told you he wasn't gonna give it up without a fight! But then neither was I! Like I told you . . . I was gonna take what I wanted from him whether he liked it or not. So I decided it was time to bring out the big guns. I went back to my desk and turned towards him.

'I don't give a shit what you like. In fact, just get you fuckin ass outta here right now. I'm not gonna fuck around with you anymore, you stupid bastard.'

Debjeet looked shocked and rushed towards me.

'Sir, PLEASE! PLEASE don't do this! I'll do anything else you want, but I'm straight and I don't wanna do this!'

'Motherfucker, I told you to get out! I'm not gonna debate this with you. Either you do what I say with no resistance, no begging, and no pleading, or get out! I am NOT gonna waste my time with this. Now, you STAND there and DEAL with this or get the FUCK OUT!'

Debjeet stared at me with a mixture of anger and hatred in his eyes. I knew he was wrestling with the situation and the best thing for me was to keep him off balance. Shrugging my shoulders, I sat back down at my desk and ignored him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him standing there waiting for me to say something. I kept on working and saw him slowly reach down and pick up his shirts. He kept standing there in front of my desk and I finally looked up at him. Debjeet looked down and mumbled something.

'What?'

'I said okay. I'll do what you want.'

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Victory was mine! But, I knew I'd better crush all resistance before I went any further.

'Fine, DJ. But, let me make this perfectly clear. I'll do anything I want with you. If I wanna touch you, I will. If I wanna hit you, I will. Whatever I wanna do, I will. And the next time you resist, there'll be no more talk, no more discussions, no more pleading. You'll just be on your own and on your way to your drug test. Understand?'

I waited. And waited. And waited. Debjeet looked down, all the fight gone. Slowly, he nodded his head.

'What does that mean?'

'It means yes.'

'Yes, what?'

'Yes . . . sir.'

I got up and walked over to the front of my hunky straight boy, pulled the shirts out of his hand and tossed them to the side. Slowly, I reached towards his left pec again, looking him in the face as I did. He looked straight ahead as my hand touched the muscle. Other than a slight shiver, he stood still and didn't say a word as my hand closed around it.

Words can't begin to describe how fucking nice his chest felt! I ran my hand along the muscle, gently squeezing his full nipple with my fingers. I felt his quick intake of breath as I squeezed the tip and put my other hand on his right pec. God, this is how a man was meant to feel! Debjeet's pecs were hard, muscular, and firm. His nips were very sensitive as he shuddered whenever I ran my finger tips over them. I squeezed and stroked and fondled his chest for several minutes. Finally, I could hold it back no longer. I leaned down and took his right nipple in my mouth.

A hiss of air escaped from Debjeet as I sucked on his nip. Jesus, how sweet it tasted! I reached around to his back, pulling more of his beefy pec into my mouth, delighting in the feel of his well-developed back muscles. Debjeet was beginning to squirm, whether from revulsion or enjoyment I didn't know, as I licked and chewed from one nipple to the other.

I was too far gone with lust to know what I was doing now. I had dreamed about this straight stud for weeks, fantasizing how I would take him down, and now I was actually doing it! My hands were all over his body, feeling his smooth skin, squeezing his enormous muscles, licking and biting his full meaty nipples. I started grasping his cock and ass, feeling the firm muscle beneath the tight denim. Debjeet started losing his balance as I pawed harder over more and more of his powerfully built physique.

'Sir . . .'

I started grinding my hard cock into his crotch and tugging harder on his full ass. Fuck, I had to have more of him! Debjeet tried to stay still but it was obvious he was finding it harder to let me maul him.

'Sir . . . c'mon sir . . . it's hurting . . .'

Hurting? Like I fucking cared! I was biting so hard on his nips and pec muscles that I was leaving red marks on the skin.

'Stop!. . . you're hurting me . . .'

As I molested Debjeet's body, I slowly moved him towards my desk. I felt us bump into it, then pulled back and looked at him. He was panting hard and his chest was wet, covered with red marks from my biting and pinching. As I glanced down, my eyes fell on the bulge in his tight jeans. I reached down and started stroking and tugging on his cock through his jeans, pushing Debjeet's chest backwards on the desk. He pushed with his arms to keep from falling back but my hunger for body overpowered him. As I pushed him harder, his arms slipped and the upper half of his body fell backwards. I pulled him forward so that his ass was on the edge of the desk, his legs hanging over the side.

Debjeet's cock had gotten hard from my earlier stroking and tugging and the mound in his tight jeans was enormous! I mean fuck, it was about to burst through his jeans it was so huge! My left hand kept rubbing and pinching his muscular chest, while my right hand started squeezing and fondling his cock. Debjeet could tell what I was after and tried to stop me.

'Leave my dick alone! Stop it!'

Stop it? Shit, like one can just stop in mid-fuck! I started squeezing his cock harder and felt it growing. Debjeet was trying to sit up and push me away. I got tired of the struggle, placed both hands on his chest and pushed him back hard.

'Lie STILL, motherfucker! You move again and you're history.'

Debjeet stopped his struggling. As he lay on his back, he closed his eyes and he took a deep breath. I rubbed his nipples for a few moments and then slowly ran my fingertips down his hard, flat stomach, over the top of his jeans and down to the obscenely large lump in his crotch. Fuck, whatta lump! He might have been straight but his cock liked getting hard just like any other guy! I gently rubbed the mound of fuckmeat and then started undoing his belt. Debjeet just lay there with his eyes closed as I opened his belt, unfastened the button, and started pulling his zipper down. I swear one of the most beautiful sounds in the world is the grinding metallic teeth of a zipper moving! Suddenly, Debjeet put his hands up over his face and started whimpering quietly.

As his zipper descended and the jeans parted, more smooth brown skin was revealed. At first I though Debjeet wasn't wearing any underwear. Finally, I saw a thin white strip appear, followed by more. I couldn't believe it. Fucking Debjeet was wearing white bikini briefs! They contrasted sharply with his smooth brown skin. Oh yeah baby, I thought. White is definitely your color!

I paused a moment to view the scrumptious sight before me. My muscular, straight stud was flat on his back, his hot chest naked, thin white bikini briefs showing and ready to be completely stripped. I quickly turned around, pulled off his tennis shoes and socks in one fell swoop, and then turned back to remove his tight ass jeans.

'Get up, DJ.'

Debjeet still had his hands in front of his face and the shaking of his body was more noticeable.

'Bitch, I told you to get up! NOW!'

Debjeet still didn't move. I reached over, grabbed his arms, and roughly pulled him up off the desk. His eyes were wet from where he'd been crying and he just stood there, his muscled arms dangling at his side, looking totally washed up. I squatted down in front of him and began pulling on his jeans. It was hard work pulling them down over his thick thighs but slowly his pants came down. When they got to his ankles I lifted his legs one at a time, pulled them over his feet, then tossed them to the side. Debjeet just stood there in nothing but his tight white briefs, head hanging down, crying quietly.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! I'd dreamed about Debjeet's body for weeks and here it was in all its glory! Like his chest, there was no hair on his thighs but a slight sprinkling of it below his knees on his lower legs. His arms were just as delectable as his chest, with corded masses of bicep and tricep muscles. His cock was fully hard and pointing upwards towards his left hip, the skimpy briefs barely able to hold it. I walked around him slowly and almost came right then and there when I saw his ass. That ass! The ass I'd lusted over all this time! It was so full and muscled that Debjeet's briefs were pulled up high on the beefy mounds. He had to have a deep crack between those firm moons and he definitely needed to be given a good hard fuck. Debjeet's ass flowed into his huge muscled legs which had given me such a hard time when I stripped his jeans off of him. All told, his powerful body was a work of art, produced by hours of hard labor at the gym. I'm sure he never thought it would be used this way though. Breeder boys don't think like that, which is what makes taking them so much the greater thrill.

I enjoyed the feel of his humpy body and continued running my hands over his muscled back, arms, and chest. Finally, I leaned forward and whispered in Debjeet's ear, 'Baby, you have a fantastic body.'

He stood there quietly. After a moment, I heard him mumble something.

'What didja say, baby?'

Debjeet sniffed, wiped his nose, and said 'Can I go now?'

I grinned. Go? He had no idea what he was in for.

'Oh no, baby. We're just getting started! You're doin real good though. Just a little more and you can be on your way, no worries, no drug test, no problem.'

Debjeet's body slumped and he started quivering lightly as if he was crying again.

As my hands continued to fondle his muscled physique, I slowly worked them down to his briefs. This was it. I knew that if I could get his skimpy full briefs off his hot athletic body, it was mine for the taking. Because once they came off, once there was no clothing protecting his heterosexual virility, that meant he was surrendering his thick cock, full straight boy balls, and virgin tight fuckable ass to me.

I moved my right hand around the front to the top of his briefs while my left hand massaged his tight butt. Carefully, I pushed my fingers down slightly to get under the waistband and was literally â€in his drawers'! I felt nothing but smooth skin as my fingers continued to probe downward. After a moment, I felt some wiry pubic hair and kept running my hand downward. Debjeet's bush got thicker and suddenly, I was at the root of his cock. Debjeet began to squirm some as I moved my hand around, feeling his lush bush and the root of his masculinity. At the same time, my left hand slipped inside his briefs and began gently squeezing his powerful ass. Debjeet started squirming half-heartedly and while it was obvious he hated it, he didn't say anything or try to push me away.

Savoring the moment, I slowly pulled my hands out of his briefs and ran them back over his muscled arms and pecs, lightly flicking his nipples. Surprisingly, I heard a quiet moan from Debjeet and his breathing became more rapid.

I reached back for a pair of scissors on my desk. Carefully, my hand slid down to his left hip and felt for the small strip of material that joined the front and back of his briefs together. Pulling the strip back slightly, I eased the scissors down until the strip was between the blades and snipped. The sharp blades cut through the skimpy material easily and I leaned over and cut the band on his right hip. The briefs came apart with no trouble as I pulled on the ruined fabric.

Debjeet just stood there with his head up as the last stitch of clothing left his body. I walked around to face him and found his eyes closed, his quick breathing light and shallow as if scared. As if he was waiting for something. Slowly, my eyes dropped to his crotch.

Debjeet's cock was beautiful! It had lost some of its hardness but was impressive nevertheless. It was the same cocoa color as his skin, uncut, around 7 ½ inches long, and pretty thick. I reached out and pulled the foreskin back, exposing a large, smooth dark pink head. His balls were fairly large as well and his sack was hairless. As I slowly masturbated his cock, I held his velvety smooth sack in my hand, lightly rubbing his nuts. Debjeet kept his eyes closed and seemed to be hardly breathing.

'Relax, DJ. You're doin fine, baby. Just fine.'

As I continued to stroke his cock, it grew larger. He definitely was proof that the stereotype that all asian men had small cocks was a myth. After stroking the beautiful slab of beef for a few minutes, drops of pre-cum appeared. I kept stroking, rubbing the liquid all around and making his cock slick. Fuck, I was rock hard and horny as hell! I could feel my drawers getting damp from all the pre-cum I was leaking and decided it was time to see if Debjeet's cock was going to be as sweet as his ass looked.

Debjeet opened his eyes suddenly as I pushed him back on my desk, his legs hanging off the sides. As he started to get up, I pushed him back and said 'Just stay on your back, DJ.' He kept tryin to get up and I finally pushed him back hard, saying 'Muthafucka, stay DOWN! You get up again and its testing time.'

Debjeet froze, bit his bottom lip, and lay back down.

'Now spread your legs.'

Nothing. Not a thing moved.

'DJ . . . spread your fucking legs! Now!'

After a moment's hesitation, Debjeet's hard muscular thighs separated slightly.

'Farther.'

His legs moved a little more. I got tired of waiting and pushed his legs apart as far as they would go.

'Like THAT, bitch! And don't you fuckin moveâ€em.'

I got in between his legs, put my arms under his thighs, and pulled him forward until his ass was again on the edge of the desk. Fuck, his thighs felt really good! They were smooth and I stroked my fingertips lightly over them, making Debjeet shiver. Slowly, I bent over and sucked his soft brown cock into my mouth. I heard Debjeet's quick intake of breath as he murmured.

'No! . . . no, don't! . . . STOP it!'

I don't care what anybody says. Guys like to have their cocks sucked! Straight, gay, it don't matter. All guys like to have their cocks sucked. I always laughed at straight men who said they'd never let a fag suck their cocks. Trust me, if they're horny enough, it don't matter who it is. When the cock is needy, a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! In Debjeet's case, he wasn't horny but I figured a little tender loving care would cure his current state of affairs.

As I sucked on Debjeet's cock, I started running my tongue up inside his foreskin and teased his head with it. After a few moments of that, I pulled off of his cock and started licking his hairless nuts. Mmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Debjeet's nuts tasted sweet and, just like I said it would, his cock started growing a little as he tried to deny what was happening.

'Stop . . . no . . . nooooo . . .'

In fact, the more it grew, the quieter his protests got. As I felt it harden, I reached up and pulled his foreskin back, exposing his tasty head. Every guy knows that the head is the most sensitive part of his cock and if you work your tongue right, you can drive a guy insane! As I ran my tongue all over the velvety smooth head, Debjeet began to jerk. I licked the head over and over and then ran my tongue along the underside. Shit, the taste of a Debjeet's cockhead was indescribable! At one point his cock almost came out of my mouth because he was bouncing around so much! But I was in heaven as his cock got bigger and bigger. So much for the 'no guy can get my cock hard' theory of Breeder 101!

As I continued sucking on Debjeet's enormous cock, I ran my hands up his tight stomach and found those amazing pecs. I started twisting and pinching his nipples and squeezing his pecs. As I pinched his nipples, Debjeet became incoherent and was only grunting and making funny sounds. I sucked more and more of his hard brown fuck pole into my mouth, swirling my tongue all over the shaft and head. Debjeet was squirming like a mutherfucka and I figured he was only a moment away from pouring his hot Indian cum down my throat. All of a sudden, I felt Debjeet grab my head and start shoving his dick deeper in my throat! I couldn't believe it but it goes to show you a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! As he lay back, his powerful ass pumped his hard cock deep in my throat as if he was fucking a girl. I put my hands under his ass and squeezed those rock hard melons as they flexed. Fu-uckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, this straight boy was tryin to get off big time! I could feel his fat cock fill my mouth as if trying to conquer some lovely young girl's pussy.

I continued to let Debjeet fuck my mouth awhile longer. Now don't think for one minute that he was in control now. I can guar-an-damn-tee you that he wasn't! I let him keep fucking for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to tire him out. I wanted his muscle bound heterosexual physique to expend all its energy and spew out every last bit of cum in his large nuts so that when he finished, he would have no strength left. That is, no strength left to fight me when I raised those huge muscular thighs up over my shoulders and shoved my cock into his virgin boy pussy! Now THAT is control! I wasn't gonna lose site of what had always been my ultimate goal . . . sticking my cock up Debjeet's tight straight ass.