Employee of the Month, Pride Parade part 3: 4/NOV

[Broody]

On 9/5/2023 at 11:09 PM, FallenAway said:

I wouldn't mind seeing them "interact with the legal system" if you know what I mean. Imagine a dozen police officers trying to corral the rowdiest (and strongest!) group of grown-up drunken jock-bros ever gathered in one place!  It wouldn't be pretty, but it would be very fucking HOT.

Glad you are enjoying it, @FallenAway. I can't promise cops, but a certain HR lead with a very cop-like attitude might show up to try to police this Human Resources quagmire. Jeffy is out of his depth!

[Broody]

Employee of the Month, Pride Parade, part 2

[In which our hero, Jeffrey Miller, continues to search for the scattered hunks of TopSports, released into the wilds of the gay village drugged with ecstasy and Viagra ahead of a planned corporate float at the Pride Parade.]

[Author note: Finishing a story is hard! Damn plot getting in the way. Hope you like this update]

As I left the community centre I thumbed an update call to Brian, aka Sissi Fonda-Jox, our drag queen parade float host.

“Talk to me, New Meat.”

“Okay you should have a bunch of the Laboratory Boys headed back to the float. And maybe Kyle and Trevante? Mitch might need some of your concealer if he makes it that far.”

“This is going too slow, Jeffrey! Mr S. is here and he does not look happy!”

“I’m working on it, okay! It’s chaos here, there’s cum everywhere. The gays are blowing loads en masse everytime they catch sight of one of our men.”

“That’s what we want, but ON THE FLOAT! You’re not cutting it, I’m sending in Rich from HR.”

“Aw fuck no, Brian!”

“Sorry, honey, you obviously need some muscle.” He hung up.

“Not Rich!” Rich hated my guts and the feeling was mutual. Well maybe not quite mutual. I’m sure Rich had never hate-masturbated to shirtless pics of me humiliating the competition at the national CrossFit championship. The dude was an asshole, but he was built like a fucking truck and strong as a Brahma bull. As I rushed down the community center’s brick staircase my whole body suddenly went flying as I slipped on a cum-covered tread.

“Ooooooohhhhhh shhhhhhiiiiiiiittt!!!!!!” I cried as I flew through the air. Expecting my limbs to be dashed to pieces on the pavement, I was relieved to instead have them only bruised by clattering into the iron-like arms of Davey. 

“Careful there, Jeffy,” he drawled in his languid Southern accent, “s’gettin slippery out here!” 

“No thanks to you!” I huffed as I wriggled out of grip to stand on my own two feet. “Look at all the fuss you’ve caused!” Brian and I had both concluded that the most likely culprit in the spiking of the TopSports Pride Day water bottles with ecstasy and Viagra was Davey the office prankster.

“Aww, c’mon bro, where’s the harm?” Davey winked. “Don’tcha know, Pride is too orderly these days, too corporate.”

“Who are you all of a sudden, Larry Kramer?”

But then I felt the world slow down like a TikTok video as Davey crossed his arms in front of him and peeled off his shirt. I hallucinated a sexy R&B song as an astonishing Apollo’s Belt that was as thick as my forearm revealed itself followed by his diamond hard abs and defined obliques and serratus. He smirked as I gaped and he cheekily smacked my suddenly hard tentpole before readjusted his cap.

“This whole thing needs some sexy chaos, and now, it’s got it, courtesy yours truly.” 

“Aw shit, Davey” I mumbled as my mouth went slack and drool ran down my chin.

Davey was built like a gardener’s spade, with wiry legs and a narrow waist that flared out dramatically into paving slab lats, monstrously broad shoulders and traps like an ox. From the side, he looked merely athletic, from the front, he looked like he might not fit through a door.

“I gotta…” I mumbled, my speech thickened with lust. “I gotta bring you back the float.”

“The only thing you gotta do, sugar lips, is find love. Whaddya doin’ moonin’ over straight dudes when there’s all these sexy gay dudes around.”

My eyes didn’t budge from his Greek God abs. “What gay dudes?” I moaned.

“Stop, Mr. Horny. Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll head back to the parade if you head over to the parkette. I’m sure I saw your young lover going in there. The big Canucklehead.”

He clearly meant Alexandre, the 7’2” 360 lb Canadian intern I'd had a fling with after firing his nasty predecessor, the even more enormous Tommy. Davey did have a point, I could at least try to hang out with some actual gay men on the Gay National Holiday. 

I left Davey, taking him at his word, for what that was worth, and approached the parkette. The bushes here were notorious in the village for cruising and sex, so it didn’t surprise me to hear moans and cries from the foliage. What did surprise me was to see TopSports’ two behemoth interns full-on fucking.

Tommy was crying hysterically while absolutely destroying Alexandre’s hole with his gargantuan cock. His brawny bulk flattened Alexandre’s folded-over frame into the ground, his feet thrown over Tommy’s boulder shoulders and traps. 

“I love you, Alex!!” Tommy bawled.

“Hrrrrr…” my former lover burbled incoherently, his jaw slack and his eyes rolled back as his Olympic bobsled ass was pulverized. Tommy’s uncanny physique rippled, rolled and flexed as he thrusted into Alexandre’s depths like he was a derrick drilling for oil. His enormous back muscles jumped and heaved like a dynamited rockslide.

“I thought I’d be alone forever! That I’d never be able to have sex!”

“More…” Alexandre seemed to be saying.

“I never thought I’d meet a boy as big as you, who could take all of me.” Tommy wept hot tears as he shish-kabobed his ultra-receptive bottom. “I’m so grateful.”

“So… Full…” Alexandre moaned.

“When I nearly died in that elevator, my life flashed before my eyes and I realized I was so mean to people because I was so lonely. And then I met you when Mr Rich hired me back.”

“So… Much… Cock…”

“I just knew I wanted you,” Tommy wailed. “When I saw that big beautiful ass it was love at first sight!”

“Love… Cock…” 

“I’m so lucky. I didn’t think you’d want me but Mr Rich said we would fit together just right!”

The pitch of Alexandre’s voice began to rise into the soprano range. “Gonna cum…?”

I couldn’t tell if he was announcing his impending release or begging for it to be over.

Tommy set his feet and raised his hips high, pulling up Alexandre’s fully plugged ass along with him til the Canadian was fully upside down, planted on his shoulders, chin to chest, his green eyes looking up wild with lust.  Tommy looked down on him from above as tears dripped from his flushed ugly-crying face.

“I love you so much, Alex! I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, I wanna be inside you forever!” 

I gasped as Tommy withdrew twelve inches of veiny shaft (how far in was that cockhead?), thick as a jar of Costco mayonnaise, and began piledriving Alexandre with the full force of his 450 lbs of freakazoid muscle. I felt the ground shake and saw soil erupt from the sides as Tommy cratered the parkette with his bottom backhoe.

“Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum!!” His prostate obliterated, Alexandre shrieked as he shot hand-free, blasting his own face with a pint of creamy jizz.

“Oh babe! Oh babe!” Tommy whimpered. “I’m cumming! Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”

Tommy’s whole body flexed into a relief map of muscles and veins as he shot his load deep inside my ex-lover’s guts, then collapsed on top of him, spent.

A moment later, Alexandre weakly tapped Tommy’s dome-like lat. “...n’t breathe….”

Tommy sat back on his Clydesdale haunches and wiped his sodden face with his forearm, his bicep flexing into a volleyball. His half-hard cock unspooled from Alexandre’s ruined hole. Sixteen inches of ICBM that made Alex’s cock look like a Tic Tac. Jesus Christ, I thought, that wasn’t a fucking, that was a colonoscopy.

“Was that good? Did I do good?” Tommy sniffled.

“Water…” Alexandre croaked.

“Anything you want, babe. I love you so much! I’ll go get some water and then we can do it again!”

Tommy sprang up and bounced away like a giant puppy. Alexandre lay on his back in the fuck-dug hole, coughing up a muddy mixture of his own cum and churned-up dirt. I walked up to him and looked down on his pathetic form: his formerly Olympian muscles fucked into slack jelly, his confident demeanor shattered.

“Bite off a little more than you could chew?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I wasn’t jealous, so much as disappointed. I’d had a good time with Alexandre before and now there was no chance of that again. It would truly be throwing a hotdog down a hallway.

“Help…” Alex begged incoherently. “Can’t… again… must… get… away…” he wriggled helplessly, too weak to even sit up.

“Well, I can’t help you there, pal. But here comes someone who knows how to move dead weight.”

Fuck, I gulped as Rich walked up to us clad only in TopSports branded Pride Day short-shorts. His god-like physique, 6’2” and 250 lbs of bulging CrossFit muscle, bristling with Herculean power, contrasted sharply with Alex’s pooched out 360 lbs of feeble ground beef.

“Well, well, well, Mr Gaspard. How the tables have turned.”

“You put Tommy up to this,” I accused.

“Hey, I was just following orders, to merge TopSports and SmashBets staff. I’m not to blame if Tommy took it literally.” He looked down on Alexandre with a sniff. “Though it’s hard to see what he sees in him.”

Rich reached down and dug the strong fingers of his huge hands into Alexandre’s marshmallow pecs, his forearms rippled and his delts ballooned as he front-raised the intern to his feet with barely a grunt of effort.

“Show-off,” I snapped, though my cock shot painfully hard. Too weak to stand, Alex whimpered as RIch hoisted him off the ground with one arm around his waist, looking gleefully happy like a child who’d won an enormous stuffed animal at a carnival.

“You love it! C’mon, Miller, feel it.”

I couldn’t help myself, I put my hand on his craggy biceps as he flexed it hard into Alexandre’s putty-like abs. I almost shot in my pants but then the Heimlich-like pressure of Rich’s dominating arm expelled a quart of Tommy’s baby batter from Alex’s gaped out hole right onto my shoes.

“Gross.”

Rich smirked and tossed Alex into the air like he was a beachball. “How do you like me now, bro? American beef vs cheesy French-Canadian poutine.” Rich looked bigger and harder than he did two weeks ago when Alexandre had humiliated him in armwrestling. And with Alexandre a hollowed out wreck, there was no fucking comparison. Rich's shoulders pumped up like twin Death Stars. His triceps exploded out like supernovas. “This will be great. I was gonna miss a WOD because of this gig. Now I can improvise with Miss Puffy” Rich’s powerful hands twisted Alexandre above his head like he was wringing out a towel, and more cum ran down the poor intern’s legs. “See you back at the float, loser.”

I resisted (somehow) the urge to cum at the sight of Rich’s massive cinder block glutes as he turned and started a set of lunges out of the parkette with Alexandre’s dead weight pressed over his head. 

“Holy hell,” I said, shaking my head. What more could happen today?

To be continued.

[memorex414]

On 10/20/2023 at 6:33 PM, Broody said:

“Holy hell,” I said, shaking my head. What more could happen today?

Hopefully a lot more...that was awesome sir, can't wait for the next part.

[Pecslover21]

Damn Rich sounds mega-powerful now, he must look insane. If he was "one of" the most powerful men in the office before, man handling Alaxandre easily must make him *the* most powerful! Would love to see more of his amped up super-strength and dominance!

[Broody]

On 11/1/2023 at 5:33 PM, Pecslover21 said:

Damn Rich sounds mega-powerful now, he must look insane. If he was "one of" the most powerful men in the office before, man handling Alaxandre easily must make him *the* most powerful! Would love to see more of his amped up super-strength and dominance!

Gonna wrap things up with a bunch of head-to-head contests, so let me know who  y’all think could beat who!

[Pecslover21]

18 minutes ago, Broody said:

Gonna wrap things up with a bunch of head-to-head contests, so let me know who  y’all think could beat who!

If he’s throwing around the 360lb Olympian super Canuck like he’s a warmup weight now, and he was already stronger than all the others earlier in the story, then it’s got to be my vote for Rich! 

[Broody]

On 11/3/2023 at 12:19 AM, Pecslover21 said:

If he’s throwing around the 360lb Olympian super Canuck like he’s a warmup weight now, and he was already stronger than all the others earlier in the story, then it’s got to be my vote for Rich! 

Rich didn't take kindly to being humiliated in armwrestling by Alexandre during the interview. Now he's had his revenge. Should he rub it in some more or shall we see how Rich fares against  other guys?

[Pecslover21]

2 hours ago, Broody said:

Rich didn't take kindly to being humiliated in armwrestling by Alexandre during the interview. Now he's had his revenge. Should he rub it in some more or shall we see how Rich fares against  other guys?

Both somehow? I bet seeing Rich throw Alexandre around like an oversized bodybuilder stuffed toy would put the fear of god in all the others haha 

[Pumped]

Alexandre is no longer a worthy Opponent, Rich saw to that. He got even by sending Tommy to do his bidding. However love struck Tommy won’t take kindly to discover Rich carried off his new found conquest so I think the next competition is set whether Rich is willing or not. Up to this point these have only been challenges of strength but for Tommy this one is personal. Good luck Rich!!

[Pecslover21]

2 hours ago, Pumped said:

Alexandre is no longer a worthy Opponent, Rich saw to that. He got even by sending Tommy to do his bidding. However love struck Tommy won’t take kindly to discover Rich carried off his new found conquest so I think the next competition is set whether Rich is willing or not. Up to this point these have only been challenges of strength but for Tommy this one is personal. Good luck Rich!!

Good point. Tommy has been uppity for an intern though, maybe time for HR’s resident God to step in and put him in his place…