Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
(© 2018 by the author)

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Chapter 23

Sunday morning, Greta outdid herself with a gourmet breakfast.  She had the warming tray on the buffet for soft scrambled eggs with hot sausage crumbles, and waffles.  Rio Red grapefruit halves were waiting for us on the table.  When we got to the waffles, she had made eggnog waffles topped with powdered sugar and sprinkled with nutmeg.  Our guys were signing to her that they were delicious.

The conversation got around to Scotty’s decision on the position with our company. 

“Anything else you would like to ask, or have you decided yet?” I asked. 

“There are a couple of things I would like to discuss in more detail.”

“Dil, Hass, why don’t you show Ethan around the area, or take him downstairs and get him to — relax some.” (Various reactions) “Give us an hour to go over some of the specifics?” Majid asked.  ‘Maybe get more from Ethan about Scotty’s work ethics and attitudes for us,’ he mentally passed to Armand and on to his cousin and best friend.

“Sure,” Dildar replied.

“Maybe after we get him – uh, relaxed downstairs, we could go over to the club and show him around their facilities,” Hassan added.

“Sounds great,” I commented.  “Scotty, closed conference in the office?”

“Yes, sir!”

For the next hour, we went into greater detail about our plans for the company, his salary and extra perks he could expect, like a personal sports car, as well as use of a company car, company charge card, office in the complex complete with administrative assistant, either a room in the castle or an apartment to himself, and access to any of the guys he wanted as a playmate.  I think what we were offering completely bowled him over.  I handed him the contract that spelled out most of the items.  It offered a generous starting salary, a signing bonus, and additional half-million bonuses paid annually to sign the five-year contract clause. He signed two copies on the so-called dotted line.  Maji and I both signed the contract; Scotty took one with him and we kept one with us.  Not only did we shake hands on the deal, but we had a strong group hug and Scotty did a couple of in-place back flips!  

When the other guys got back from their tour, Scotty asked, “How much notice should I give ‘Myrtle Bitch’ that I’m leaving?”

Ethan’s reply was very interesting.  “Give her a formal two-week notice, and don’t be surprised if she tells you to clean out your desk and pick up your severance by the end of the day.”

Dildar quietly said, “She is a bitch!”

“Thanks for the heads-up.  Let me give you a hug here, so that we can remain businesslike there.”

Ethan accepted the hug and replied.  “You, Donnie and I will have dinner together one evening soon, so we’ll stay in touch.”

It was about time to head to the airport, so we loaded everyone in the SUV and headed out.  We said our ‘good-byes’ at curbside, thanking Ethan for the referral and “see you soon” to Scotty. 

The next afternoon, we got the email, “Prediction spot on.  Expect new CFO in a fortnight. Ethan.”

* * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks, Maji and I closed on the property in Georgia, Goldberg and Tyner had gotten building permits, and arranged for nine – yes, nine construction teams lined up to work on the project.  Two crews working on the resort, two on the castle, two on the club, two on the apartments, and one on the landscaping.  The morning crew will start at 6:00 a.m. and finish at 2:00 p.m.; the afternoon crew will start at 2:00 p.m. and finish at 8:00 p.m.  This being during “daylight saving time” will allow for each crew to put in about six and a half hours with half-hour for meal break.  The landscaping crew will start on the garden area, constructing greenhouses for year-round production of veggies and flowers and cultivating the raised-beds, as well as laying out the streets.  We arranged for the architects to meet us in Atlanta and look over the landscape, so any modifications could be made to their plans. 

Kago Okafor, our South African architect who was responsible for the overall layout of the property, and I met with the surveyor who did our purchase survey.  We showed him the revised blueprint Kago had drawn for each section, where the buildings will go and the street plans.  He agreed to have it ready within a month.  After that, we can get the bulldozers in to start digging for the foundations.  We’re under way!

While we were there, we found a very nice brand-new apartment complex that had all the features we might need for homes away from home.  I leased eight three-bedroom units and two two-bedroom units for us to use while construction was going on.  That would provide a bedroom for each architect and use of the master bedroom as the shared office, with room for two desks with file drawers and two drawing tables, leaving the living room, dining room and kitchen for what they were intended.  The extra two-bedroom units, set up as bedroom and office, would be for any other people who might need to spend time there, like Maji and me or Dil and Hass.    I also arranged for our construction teams to be housed at the Hilton Garden Inn to keep them happy while working for us and not fuck-up the job any more than necessary.  This motel has a restaurant for breakfast and dinner, plus an indoor-outdoor swimming pool and an exercise room – if they don’t get enough exercise on the job!

While in Atlanta, Evan Tyner recommended an interior designer to set up the apartments as we wanted them.  I told him we wanted nice pieces, a step or two above Ikea and Sauder, but not as pricy as Ted Turner’s wallet allows.  These would be used for a year at most, then donated to the Salvation Army or Habitat for Humanity.  He showed us through his books of medium priced pieces which looked nice as well as serviceable and would tolerate moderate wear.  Queen beds fit nicely in all the bedrooms, with a dresser, a chest and a small, upholstered arm chair.  A two-seat sofa, two arm chairs and side tables fit the living rooms.  The dining area would have a round table with two leaves and six side chairs.  Living room, dining room and bedroom windows would have light-darkening pull drapes {a/k/a blackout drapes} of similar design but each apartment would feature a different color theme.  He would arrange for two sets of linens to start everyone out, making sure they were washed, the beds made, kitchen dishes and glasses, flatware, a couple of pots and skillets ready to be used.   The four of us were very satisfied with what the decorator suggested.

We were back home when Scotty arrived.  We brought him out to the house and set him up in the room he had used previously.  He was obviously tired and rather stressed about all that had gone on the past couple of weeks.  After dinner, Scotty asked if he could use the machines in the basement, so we all adjourned to the workout room.  Dildar and Hassan seemed to be energetic and wanting to workout also.  Majid and I just wanted to relax.  The three young ones stripped and picked a machine to use.  After a few minutes, each of them was becoming aroused with so much hot young meat flopping around on equally sexy bodies. 

“Who wants to work out on the mats?” Scotty queried. 

“Hell, yes!” was the immediate reply from both, as they stopped their machines and went to the mats.

“I meant one at a time!” 

“Aw, the poor newbie is afraid to take us both on,” Hassan said, with a patronizing tone.

“We promise we won’t hurt you – much,” Dildar added, also with a pathetic tone.

“You won’t hurt me? Okay, maybe we could play around a little bit.”  Scottie sounded sarcastic.

He went for Dildar first, swinging him around for a “Father Nelson,” which is a Full Nelson with a hard cock up the butt.  Scotty’s speed in putting him in the hold shocked Dildar.  Hassan tried to get around to Scotty’s back, but Scotty kept swinging Dil around to face Hass.  Then Hassan shoulder-butted Dildar’s stomach, pushing Scotty backwards, forcing him to turn loose the hold.  Hassan moved around Dil and grabbed Scotty in a fireman’s carry, picking him up off the floor into a suplex over his shoulder.  Dildar had recovered from the gut buster and grabbed Scotty’s arm and a leg as he lay sprawled on the mat and stretched them to one side with both feet extended against his side.  Hassan immediately grabbed Scotty’s other arm and leg and proceeded to call for a submission.  Scotty resisted as long as he could, then submitted to the two Iraqi muscle studs. 

“Scotty, are you okay?” I asked.  “Anything hurt – beside your ego?”

“No.  I’m just pissed at myself for not seeing that coming,” he conceded.

“We’ll be generous, Scotty Baby, and let you choose which one of us fucks your rear and which fucks your face,” Hassan offered.

“You’re shittin’ me?  Take both of you at the same time?”

The two guys standing in front of him were slowly rubbing their already engorged member before his face.  Precum was evident on the tips of both huge appendages. 

“Either one in each hole or you’re welcome to try them this way,” Hassan said in a very sexy tone, as he and Dildar leaned forward rubbing their seepage across his mouth and face. 

Scotty licked his tongue out to taste both cockheads.  “Can I have some lube?” he asked. 

Majid got the lube, poured some on the waiting hole, and some on his fingers, first inserting one finger, then two and finally three thick fingers, stretching his hole as much as possible.  Dil got a condom, inserted his tool into the latex protection, and then lubed up well.  He took his place behind Scotty, rubbing his meat against the waiting ass.  Slowly he started to penetrate, nodding to Hass who slipped his cock in the waiting mouth, drawing their victim’s attention away from the simultaneous rear invasion. 

Scotty moaned as both very adequate anacondas slid inside him.  He started a rhythm of rocking forward and backward, double-fucking himself on two very hard rods.  Dil leaned forward, wrapping his arms around his victim’s magnificent chest to pinch his nipples erratically, alternating tempo and pressure.   After several minutes, no one realized how close Scotty was to shooting his own load on the mat.  Suddenly he froze, stopping the rocking motion and unloaded more cum than I thought possible.  He groaned and moaned, almost to screaming with erotic pleasure.  The drastic change in movement and the tightening of his sphincter triggered Dil’s own release, and Hass increased his pumping until he couldn’t hold back any longer, sending repeated volleys of cum down Scotty’s throat faster than he could swallow.  Scotty jerked his entire body, trying to swallow all the cum, which caused him to ejaculate even more.  The reaction on his whole body tightened and relaxed the ass muscle, forcing Dil to pump even more into the condom and causing it to leak out the base around his short-hairs.  Hass also convulsed with another volley of creamy cannon fuel all over Scotty’s face. 

All three muscle studs collapsed on the mat, unable to move for several minutes.  Hass turned himself around, wrapping his arm around Scotty, as Dil also embraced our incredibly smoking new ‘family member.’  Scotty was facing Dil, so their faces met for a deep, warm kiss after Dil licked some of the residue from his mouth.  Then he turned to Hass as they replayed the gesture, with the rest of the joy-juice getting rubbed on his face. 

“Worth the loss?” Hassan asked.

“More than worth it!” Scotty replied with a sheepish grin.

“Don’t make a habit of it,” Dildar said.  “I’m not sure I’m up for the results — for another week.”

Everyone chuckled, and a few minutes later, the combatants could stand, and clean themselves up from their exertion.  We all exchanged full lip kisses, then headed upstairs. 

To be continued... 

Posted: 12/07/18