The Hostile Takeover
By Cicero
The meeting was set. As Hiro
sat at his desk and looked over the folder in front of him the middle-aged
Asian CEO prepared to confront his American rival Brett Taylor. Hiro needed to
accomplish more than the defeat the hostile takeover being attempted .He also
needed to have his small company somehow take over the American’s larger
financial empire to survive. The door opened as Brett confidently strode in.
Hiro gave him an evaluating glance. The description he had been provided with
was true. The American was young but that much was in the report, which listed
him at 28 years old, 6? with honey-blonde hair cut short and, green eyes. The
report failed to convey however the American’s classic Anglo-Saxon features
which resulted in his having an extremely handsome appearance and, judging from
the tight cut of his suit an amazingly muscular physique. Hiro subtlety glanced
at his rival's crotch. Nice bulge he thought, it will be interesting to see it
unveiled. Soon Hiro mused as a smile played out on his face. Brett looked at
him.
"I hope you will be
still smiling after our meeting," he stated arrogantly. " Now lets
discuss the terms of my takeover."
"If you would pull up a
chair from over there," he sighed in mock resignation as he pointed to a
chair at the back of the room," Brett shook he head and walked over to the
chair. He bent down to lift it up giving, as Hiro intended, the Asian an
opportunity to evaluate his rival's butt as well. Hiro breathed in softly as he
watched Brett's leg and ass muscles clench during the lift. Brett's butt was
very fuck-able he pondered.
Brett brought the chair over
& sat down. His suit pants rode up snugly setting off the outline of his
impressive manhood. Hiro lowered his eyes pretending to be deeply in thought
but in reality allowing himself to feast his vision on his rival's manhood.
Hiro pondered his next move.
After a minute or so of
silence Brett spoke up. "Lets not waste time old man," he said
arrogantly. "Your company is small and your financial resources are weak.
So far you have resisted my buy out but be assured of one thing. I intend to take
you down. No need to drag it out in some proxy fight. I never lose. I don't
intend to begin to with you."
Hiro nodded. He knew from
his research that Brett was sure of his prowess both in the boardroom and, from
other reports the bedroom. What Brett did not know, was that for Hiro it was
also personal. Brett had seduced Hiro's niece and after defiling her had left
her to go onto another female conquest. For Hiro such an act was a loss of face
for his family that had to be revenged. Hiro's honor demanded that the loss of
one virginity must be paid for with another. He smiled. The reports he had
commissioned had proven quite detailed. Hiro opened the file and read a line he
had underlined. It read as follows: Subject
had a sever father. Allegations of parental discipline beyond the norm. School
physiological records reveal that subject's actions are exaggerated attempts to
prove manhood to the father. Subject has deep underlying desire to please his
father and probably uncertain of his manhood hence his constant aggressive
conquests of companies and women.
"Yes, yes," Hiro
sighed." I know that I am powerless to defeat you. " He noticed
Brett's smug grin. " But in my culture these things must not be rushed. I
will sign the papers you have given me but in such situations it is customary
to share a drink of tea as a sign of mutual respect."
"That's the problem
with your culture," Brett stated in annoyance tinged with a touch of
superiority. "Too much deference, too much time wasted on irrelevant
niceties." Hiro stated silently at Brett. "Okay whatever," Brett
groaned, " just pour the tea".
Hiro reached over to a
button and buzzed. A young man entered with two cups and served each man. The
young man nodded to Hiro in silent acknowledgement. He withdrew. "I
believe you will find this tea to be most stimulating," Hiro said.
Brett grabbed his cup and
drank the tea in fast gulps while Hiro quietly sipped his. Brett put down his
empty cup and gazed at Hiro,"Now lets sign the," Brett paused as his
breathing quickened.
"Are you alright?"
Inquired Hiro in mock concern.
"I feel a bit
woozy," Brett replied haltingly. He looked at Hiro with unfocused eyes.
"Oh that is just the
mild sedative in it," Hiro stated in amusement.
"Se..da...tive,"
Brett slurred as his eyes lost focus. The young American CEO was losing his
mental grip.
"Quite harmless
really," Hiro continued. " It relaxes the minds defenses and leaves
the subject's mind open to suggestion and." Hiro paused as he watched
Brett's pupils dilate, " and even reorientation."
Brett tried to rise but fell
back in his chair. Hiro came up to the helpless young stud; he placed his
fingers under Brett's chin and lifted the handsome young American's face up to
meet his. Hiro laughed. "Now relax my fine young American. Ah Americans,
so confident, so arrogant, so self-assured and dominating. correct."
Hiro's finger traced along the sensual lips of his victim.
Brett sighed as he gazed
into Hiro's face. He felt himself drowning in the middle-aged Asian warm brown
orbs. "Dom...min...ate." he mumbled as his handsome features relaxed.
"Yes," Hiro
nodded, " Taking you down will be a true pleasure for me, and," he
chuckled as he leaned in the whisper into the zapped hunk's ear, " for you
too my son."
"Dad?" A confused
Brett gasped as his mind surrendered completely to the effects of the drug.
Hiro walked back to his desk
and pressed a button. The young tea server came in and looked over at the
drugged American and smiled. He then directed his attention sat Hiro.
"Prepare the video for
our guest," Hiro commanded. The young man went to the windows and closed
the shades. He then set up a screen in front of Brett in the darkened room and
adjusted Brett in the chair so that the now- powerless stud's vision was
concentrated on it.
Hiro walked up behind Brett
and ran his hands gently through the young man's hair. He began to massage
Brett's temple. The young CEO sighed contentedly causing Hiro to gaze at the
tea server and exchange nods of approval. The aid left the room and the screen
came alive with the reflections of certain programmed images. "Allow let
me show you a video of our latest efforts. Concentrate on it my son and later I
will give you all you deserve."
Brett weakly nodded as Hiro
played the tape. " Remember if you watch intently it will have a great
effect." Hiro softly said as he averted his eyes. " I believe your
father appears in many of the images." Brett gazed at the screen, as his
father's face filled his view. "Concentrate if you wish to please your
father Brett," Whispered Hiro as he walked out of the conference room.
"Please dad must.
co...cen..trate," mumbled Brett as his mind soaked in the flickering
images on the screen not realizing that the video was also sending a series of
underlying messages deep into his inner brain. Brett's reeducation had begun!
A week later..........
Hiro read the lead article
of the influential newspaper. It detailed how the financial community had been
shocked by the takeover of the huge Taylor corporate empire by an insignificant
Japanese firm. A curious press release from Brett Taylor stated that he had met
his superior in the person who headed said Asian firm and looked forward to
serving under him. "All I want to do is sit at his feet and be taught how
to contribute to his needs." Hiro chuckled as he lifted his glance from
the article to gaze down at his lap. There on his knees before him kneeled
Brett. The young formerly smug American was naked. His muscular body had been
shaved bare for, as Brett's new father had told him, "It's not fitting for
a young boy to try to grow the hair of manhood too soon."
Hiro reached over to the
nearby table and handed his young charge a thick long dildo. Meekly Brett took
the item and , like a shy young maiden, slowly slipped it up his previously
deflowered asshole. "Good boy ," laughed Hiro who watched as his son
fucked his hole for his father.
"Fucking myself for my
dad," groaned Brett as he drifted off into sexual heat. The handsome young
American's face was a study in sexual surrender. Hiro had re-programmed his son
well. Brett was now a confirmed bottom boy who got off on any act of sexual
degradation his dad asked of him. His old straight life as a conqueror of women
and male business rivals was over . He was now totally consumed with a burning
desire to please his dad.
Hiro patted Brett's head he
unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hard cock. "Open wide for your
father like a dutiful son," he commanded. Brett's eyes stared mesmerized
at his dad's engorged cock and quickly complied. Hiro gently pushed his rod
deep into Brett's now fully open mouth. As the room filled with the slurping
sounds of Brett's delerious sucking Hiro nodded content in his victory. "I
have been checking out your company's roster my son," Hiro sighed as Brett
continued his oral work. "I see you hired many young ,good-looking & ,
physically fit American men to work for you. I am told they too are quite smug
and arrogant about their superiority. I must meet each of them. What do you
think?"
But , Brett was to busy
slurping away in sheer bliss to reply to his dad's question. Hiro's laughter
filled the room.. " Yes," chuckled Hiro as he prepared to fill
Brett's throat with his cum.. "Perhaps for some tea !"
THE END