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The Organisation: The Intern
I wanted to take up an Internship as I prepared for college, straight after graduating from high-school.
I had always had been good at school, and besides being good at the academic level, I had also, quite frankly, aced several types of sports, from gymnastics to wrestling through to the types of track and field that required muscles and coordination, like shot put or throwing the javelin.
Since I reached my goals early I was just 18 when I had my high-school degree. Several colleges offered me fully paid scholarships on a silver platter.
However, I first wanted to have some kind of a break from learning, wanted to have some fun, but also wanted to make an impression in the world of the rich and successful.
In short, I wanted an internship in a high ranking organisation, a place with possibly an international reputation. I wanted to meet those powerful managers, those rich clients, the successful brokers, wealthy lawyers, visionary architects or maybe those politicians that are the backbone of our society, that shape our nations future.
I wrote a ton of E-mails, included my CV and even a list of my special classes and extracurricular endeavours, but all to no avail.
I received negative replies, letters of refusal, even some very positive reviews of my track record, but still rejection.
My sister, almost jokingly, suggested she would review my application, and even though I protested, Mom was on her side, and the women basically threw me out of my own bedroom, sat down in front of my computer, and even sent one version of my application to Mom’s computer, to ‘be able to work on it without being disturbed‘ they claimed.
I was worried, but I also trusted Mom not to have allowed my sister to send out prank letters that would ruin my chances forever.
Just a day later, my E-Mail inbox had the first answer.
A company called ‘HS Hospitality’ asked me to attend a meeting at one of their facilities.
They included an all expenses paid invitation, as the ‘facility‘ was a state away. I would have to drive 10 hours to reach the location I found out, but they sent me a ticket for a flight just the next day, and they even sent a limousine to pick me up and take me to the airport.
I was impressed, to say the least, my sister was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and Mom was on the phone bragging about this great possibility, and the fact that SHE had made this all possible, together with ‘a little’ help from my sister.
The E-Mail had stated that I should wear casual clothes, since the meeting would not very formal, and I decided on clean jeans and a short sleeve shirt plus a light jacket and almost new designer sneakers an Uncle had given me for Christmas.
I had not even realised the fact that my efforts in the gym had made me bulk out so much the shirt was almost too tight to close, but my sister told me not to panic, I would look hot.
The look she gave me was not at all appropriate for a younger sister to give her brother. She almost undressed me with her eyes, so I scolded her playfully before I made her leave my room.
“That’s no nice way to thank me for polishing your application, asshole!“She yelled through the closed door, but I heard her giggle and knew it was the usual banter between siblings.
I checked myself out in the mirror and, I had to admit, I looked good. Maybe the outfit would help me to find a girl on my next weekend night out with my friends. I was not the tallest, but by far the most muscled guy of our gang, and the jeans I wore showed my definition nicely.
The chauffeur smiled conspiratorially when he held the door open for me:
“Have a nice ride, Sir!“he said as I sank into the soft leather of the plush seat.
The car smelled good, a little like vanilla, and the leather of the seat felt softer than any leather I had ever touched before. The drivers eyes in the rear-view mirror met mine as he said:
“I‘m sorry Sir, the seats were cleaned just yesterday, but the lotion we use won’t stain anything you wear.“
I wasn’t worried at all. On the contrary, I felt great, relaxed, pampered, a little like royalty as the limousine sped to the airport.
The flight was uneventful, and the fact I flew business class didn’t alarm me at all. I was a successful young man on his way to an important meeting, I just knew they had seen my potential and wanted to impress me at all costs.
Another limousine picked me up, and again the plush seats smelled like vanilla and felt soft, almost moist. I didn’t mind, I even caressed the seat, not in the least bothered by the fact that the driver seemed to openly check me out.
When the car stopped, I realised we had reached some sort of resort, a hotel complex, actually a compound comprising of a huge main building and tons of smaller ‘huts‘ and cabanas. I somehow knew the ‘huts‘ were as luxurious as someone rich and powerful would ask for, and the golf-cart that stopped right in front of the car did not surprise me at all.
A young man hopped off to greet me, while the driver who picked me up was already loading my small board-case onto the back-rack of the cart.
The young man flashed me a winning smile and offered me his hand to shake, as he said “I am William, responsible in making your stay as pleasant and enjoyable as possible, David!“
I was used to seeing boys like me naked in locker-rooms and showers, but this boy really made me look twice at him.
He was sexy, his speedo displaying a huge bulge, and I realised I was turned on, even though I was not at all gay. I snapped out of my thoughts rapidly as he addressed me by my name.
I was not really surprised he knew my name, and I was not surprised that he also treated me like royalty, just like the driver and the flight attendant had, and I was not at all surprised by his outfit.
The fact that my ‘personal valet’ wore nothing more than a red Speedo, and a small and tight model to boot, did not make me wonder. I felt relaxed, calm, open to new experiences.
While we drove across the huge compound, I realised it seemed that only men and boys stayed on the estate, either as guests or personnel.
Most of those hanging around were good-looking, young, muscled, and showed off their bodies in a most lavish way. They were all displaying themselves like they were models in a fashion show for underwear or swimwear only.
The few men that were not ‘picture perfect’, not young and beautiful, seemed to be the typical rich old clientele someone expects in a place like this. Just the type you would find on an exclusive, private, island for ‘the chosen few’. The type you hear about, read about in infamous files. However, they were not the type of guests I expected at a business hotel to which I had been invited to attend an interview with a prospective new employer.
We passed a huge pool area,
and three boys openly checked me out. Two of them seemed to be aroused already, one even had his hand on his bulge, caressing it.
I did not know it back then, but I was already going through a thorough evaluation.
My driver, as well as those boys, would all be asked their opinions, would be judging my behaviour, my body, my overall sexiness as a part of the Organisation’s hiring process.
If those boys saw no red flags, I would be presented to the manager of the compound.
However, back then, I had no idea about all of this. The golf-cart stopped at one of the huts, and my driver grabbed my overnight bag and told me to follow him.
The hut was spacious and luxurious, and I held my breath seeing it from the inside.
“I bet you’d like a nice hot shower, right?“
He simply lead the way to the bathroom and started the water without even waiting for my answer.
I did not even think as I opened the first buttons of my shirt, but then he stepped behind me and reached around to open my shirt fully. I felt his warm hard muscles pressing into my back, and again I did not even think about it, I just went with the flow of things.
I felt my cock hard and oozing pre-cum, but I didn’t care. I was used to showering with team mates, and I was used to the horsing around that usually took place after a long hard training session or a good workout.
Today was no exception, I got naked without a second thought.
My valet dropped his Speedo, and he too was engorged, his cock as hard as a red-hot, pulsing piston of steel.
He looked me in the eyes as our dickheads met and touched, and he leaned in to kiss me on my lips.
“Welcome to the family, brother! We will have
so much fun!”
He did not say another word, but just knelt down and took my cockhead in his mouth.
We had not even stepped under the warm spray of water, I had no chance to wash up, he simply started to engulf my fat hard dick.
I soon learned that the boys of the Organisation don’t care much. The boys loved sex, loved to please, and loved to do all the guests needed to reach an ultimate state of pleasure.
The boy on his knees in front of me seemed to love the taste of my cock.
He took me all the way down his throat, and even though I had never even considered having sex with another boy, my knees felt weak and my head started to swim in ecstasy. No girl had ever given me such an expertly good blowjob. Only a boy knows what a boy likes, a fact I now learned first hand.
I moaned in lust as my hands found the boy’s hair, and I started to push my dick all the way down his hungry throat. He took me with ease, and every fibre of my body, every nerve ending in my cock screamed in a state of arousal like never before.
I felt I lost control, gave in to my urges, fucked his face like I had never even fucked a girl’s pussy.
I felt the urge to come, the urge to breed, and I knew I had no reason to be careful. He wouldn’t get pregnant, and he wouldn’t complain. He wanted to swallow my load just like I wanted him to taste my cum.
I had no idea we were being filmed, in high definition, with several cameras, from all angles.
I had no idea the Organisation had already ‘hired’ me, had me in their clutches, had drugged me into submission. The Vanilla scent in the cars had been a leather cleaner laced with drugs, powerful drugs, seductive, drugs able to lull the most strong-headed man into someone they could easily mold into a willing sex toy.
I had no idea I would soon not only like sex with boys and men, but I would forget girls, even feel sick at their smell and taste.
Back then I had no idea how drastically my life would change after this first night with another boy.
I, straight high-school heartthrob, would soon be the favourite sextoy of the Organisation’s rich and powerful clients.
The next morning I woke up alone. William was gone, not surprisingly since he was working there, not just visiting. I was sure he had a job to do.
I felt refreshed, relaxed, had slept better than I ever had.
My morning hard-on lead the way as I got up to relieve myself, and it felt good to hold my fat dick in my hand, rub it, bend it down to aim.
I felt manly, tough, sexy.
When I was done, I turned to the sink to splash some water onto my face, and realised I had a really big hickey, a lovemark, on my neck.
It fell on me like a ton of bricks.
I had sex last night, wild sex, hard sex, heavy sex. The blowjob William gave me had been just the beginning.
I had Sex with a guy, a breathtakingly hot and long fuck with a guy! William had not taken no for an answer. He had shown me the joys of gay sex, had introduced me to the feeling of a hot ass massaging and milking my cock. He had shown me what no girl before could give me: The feeling of mutual pleasure. I had fucked him, and I knew he loved what I did to him.
While I relived the events of the previous night, my hand slowly worked my cock.
My dick was already oozing pre again. I knew I had fucked, I knew I had done all the work until my semen spewed out in a stream of hot liquid, molten lava, a gusher of a strength I had never felt before.
Without thinking I rubbed my cock some more, slowly working it to it’s full size and rigidity.
I realised what I had done, done for the first time, done without thinking.
I had fucked a boy’s tight ass, and I liked it.
I now felt how the night before had changed me. I looked at my mirror image, admiring my muscles. I watched how my arm moved, how my biceps bulged under my silky skin.
I felt the heat, felt the energy, I wanted to go out, share my powers with the next boy I met. I did not even think as I jerked my cock faster, moaning out my lust. I knew I would be able to stay hard, I knew I was able to satisfy the next tight assed guy I met, I knew I would be able to fuck hard and fuck for a long time.
At the same time, elsewhere in the hotel-complex, a man sat in an office, watching a screen, while a sexy boy sat in the man’s lap, slowly gyrating his ass ,riding up and down on the man’s dick.
The man was evidently used to this kind of treatment. He clearly enjoyed the boy’s ministrations, but was still able to concentrate on the task he had to handle.
“Yes, boy, you did a great job, a really great job!” he complimented the sexy little bundle of joy in his lap. It was the truth. The boy had mastered his assignment to the letter.
William, the valet who had given David a warm welcome, reported in detail what had happened the night before, how the supposedly straight new intern had reacted, how the sexy athlete had used all his power, all his stamina, all his sporty abilities to satisfy William’s raw sexual needs. The valet had formerly been another straight boy, a strict top, a symbol of young masculinity.
He had started out just like David, the new boy, applying as an intern to learn new skills and polish his CV.
And now? He had changed into an insatiable bottom boy, ready, willing and able to take the biggest cocks, down his throat and up his always itching ass.
The manager fucking him was also a part of the team, also drugged, but he was one of the few men that had full control. The cocktail of substances he took on a daily basis were the same the paying members of the Organisation took.
He was virile, strong, always able to live his life to the fullest, but he could, unlike the interns, still think and decide for himself.
The boys, however, were nothing but sexy puppets on invisible strings. The drugs made them open to seduction, manipulation, even a special form of hypnosis.
David had been invited after a careful screening process that took a few weeks and which included presenting his files to a group of clients that were always looking for fresh meat.
The sexy young athlete had been gaining the attention of a man with the strong need for physical domination, for a hard young fucker, for a boy with a big cock who could throw a mean fuck that could last for hours.
The client would be arriving for the weekend, flying in on his own private Gulfstream G650.
The weekend would cost him 1 Million Dollars, with the option of taking David with him as his personal sextoy if the man wanted. Services like that were daily business for the Organisation.
The manager slowly approached his own orgasm while William rode his cock like the expert he was. The tight young ass would milk the manager dry, would give the man the pleasure he wanted, needed, craved.
“Hell yes boy, tighten that ass, ride me, faster, faster!” The manager grunted out his orders while they both watched the screen, watched David jerk his own cock, licked samples of his own precum off his fingers, and now started to finger his own ass.
The muscular athlete had never had anal sex before, David had admitted, but the supposedly straight student fucked ass like there was no tomorrow, and now evidently wanted to do his own research, gain his own experiences, feel how prying fingers might widen his assring, feel what it was like when they slid in.
It was a sight to behold.
As usual, each scene like this was filmed and saved for future use, but today the footage would be used immediately, used to make the Manager cum.
The man came like a faucet, his orgasm triggered by the ‘busy bunny’ William, hopping up and down on the fat cock inside of his tight ass, milking the Boss-man dry.
The manager was still young enough to be eye-candy, just like the boy he used for his own pleasure. He was insatiable, just like the boys he supervised.
The only difference: He was aware of what he was doing, and he was making quite a bit of money off the boys that the organisation hired, trained, used and abused and often sold into sexual slavery.
The man thought about the boy’s future, about William, the boy he was still fucking, and David, the boy he would soon certainly fuck.
The Manager felt the tight assring rubbing over his cock, his cock feeling on fire as the boy worked him expertly. The man knew he would cum again without any chance of controlling the fuck, so he decided to stand up.
Although William already wanted to slide off the dick that had filled his ass, the man made him stand, bend over the desk, and simply resumed fucking.
Just like the boy, the man had super stamina thanks to the sex-drugs he took.
“Yes boy, just like that! I know you want it! I know you’re a slut, you’re greedy to be fucked, filled, bred! Tighten your ass, boy, make me feel you milking me!”
William worked his superior with all his expertise. He was a good boy, always did everything he was told, always aimed to please, aiming to reach perfection. The manager moaned out his lust as he approached his second orgasm. He needed to cum, wanted to cum, wanted to fill up the deep, tight boy-ass. He only thought about cumming, fucking, making William grunt and scream out his need to be used.
Both young men had no idea they had no choice in what they did.
Both men were hypnotised and drugged, just like every other good-looking member of staff and even some of the guests.
While the manager filled his assistant’s ass with a hot load, outside by the pool a group of guests sipped drinks and savoured the services of the pool-boys and several waiters.
However, one very wealthy guest had brought his own sexy boys with him. His son and two of the boy’s classmates, all three good-looking, sexy, athletic and well-hung, now stood on the side of the pool while the rich man and his friends compared notes.
“Your son befriended a pair of twins looking so sexy? What a lucky bastard!”
One of the men by the pool sipped a drink as he compared the twins. The man’s son was also well-built, but many men share the fantasy of having a three-way with two hot young twin boys, and this man was no exception.
“Are they here willingly, or did the resort have to hypnotise them?”
The question was not really necessary, as the man had bragged how the boys had dropped their girlfriends to ‘work’ for him, even his own son. The twin’s parents were glad their boys had been offered an internship with the prospect of a good job after the summer, and the man’s son simply had no free will left any longer. No one would question anything the man decided to do with them.
The boys had worked out in the shade by the pool, under the eyes of the rich guests. Each of the boys was evidently aroused, but they showed no obvious emotion. Not even their faces displayed more than concentration and dedication as the man called the three young, sexy, athletes over.
“Hey boys, come over and present yourselves!”
All three boys simply set down the weights they had been working with and walked over to the assembled group. They stood next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, both motionless and emotionless, their dicks evidently already at least half hard.
The twins showed very promising bulges, but the rich man’s son wasn’t small either. He slowly, and teasingly, worked his cock, and as he pushed in the middle between the twins, he made it grow to it’s full size. It was a sight to behold, and the men watching all realised their rich friend showed off his son’s endowment deliberately as the young man had been trained and enhanced right there in the resort.
The twins, however, even though they needed some of the magic the staff had in store, were already hot as hell and sexy as fuck.
Coincidentally David had just ended his morning routine and walked out of his cabana for some breakfast and some sun, so he watched in detail what the father had just ordered his son and the twins to do.
He felt his need to suck some dick.
He did not think twice, just walked over and knelt in front of the boy with the big hard cock.
He heard the wolf-whistles from the men, but he didn’t care.
Whether at home or at school, each of the boys were now performing a sexy show. They would rather have died than to show such a level of gay attraction, but here it felt normal, even necessary.
David deepthoated the 10 inch fuckstick with ease. Yesterday he had been a normal straight sporty schoolboy, but one night had changed him to present his slutty side, his sex-greed, his unbridled lust for cock and cum.
The hypnotic training combined with several sex-drugs had already started while he was still at home. He had watched certain files on his computer, and had gladly swallowed the pills the resort sent him up front, vitamins, they told him.
He had gladly ended the relation to Susie, his sexy blond girlfriend, a friendship that had been solely based on the mutual attraction of two very good looking teenagers, fucking like rabbits.
His and Susie’s parents had been glad David ended the affair before the horny pair might have ended with an unwanted baby. Neither Susie nor David ever learned that Susie’s dad had called some business partners and set up the internship David had just started.
Susie’s dad was not only interested in his daughter’s future. He also wanted a piece of sexy David’s ass, and it was no coincidence that he was now one of the men watching the show.
David, oblivious of his role in this charade, sucked dick like there was no tomorrow.
The men watched with greedy eyes and hard cocks, and the four boys would soon be busy servicing the older men.