Need

Need

Disclaimer: They are still mine, so none for you. Nothing too scary this round.

You want to know what is scary? I suck at grammar and have no beta.


While normally a trip to House of Rapture loosened him up a bit, this time around, the following morning, Gareth felt as would up as ever. Perhaps this was the result of having been cooped up in the office without relief for so long, but as it was, Gareth felt like he was going to jump out of his skin with the pressure. Business meetings were Hell. They shouldn’t be considering Gareth owned the company, but they were, and the one that Gareth was heading to promised to be a nightmare of epic proportion if Gareth’s tightening gut had prophetic powers.

Gareth walked into the meeting room and sat down at the far end, no one else had arrived as of yet. He wasn’t making a presentation, but listening to it, and some how he still felt nervous. Somewhere in the back of his head a little voice whispered: “they’ve found out.”

Several men and women entered the room and sat down around the table. Gareth listened as they blabbered incessantly about nothing. There was no end to how much people could say, without saying anything.

“What do you think Mr. Howes?” Hillary Foster, one of Gareth’s management execs asked.
“It’s a crying shame,” Gareth replied. Despite he had been trying not to absorb the conversation, Gareth hadn’t been able to help but overhear the group’s discussion about a lower level management’s son’s dismissal from his job, thus forcing the boy to leave university, rather than finish his studies, he only has a couple of years left too.

“Absolutely sir,” affirmed Jamieson Lewis, Gareth’s mining engineers. “I hear the kid was studying to be a lawyer too, although he has good grades and scholarships apparently they aren’t enough to cover books, housing, etc.”

“Seems like a waste of a good mind,” Gareth commented absent mindedly. Lawyers were an important tool in business. In a couple of years that kid could have been working for him, considering his father already did.

“Hui, page the kid’s father and tell him that his son is being an offered a part time job in our receiving
department. The manager there will be happy to work around his school schedule.”

“Absolutely, sir,” Debby Hui, President of previously stated department agreed. The orders were thinly veiled with the threat on her head if her manager did not cooperate.

At last the group of lower level executives who organized this meeting came in together and began their presentation with use of a hologram display. Despite the look of focus on Gareth’s face he really wasn’t paying attention. His execs and engineers asked many questions that from what little Gareth absorbed were answered well.

“The best part of this shift is that if we follow the measures we should be able to eliminate all powder bi-products,” the executive speaking explained.
“Completely?” Gareth asked the presenters, now his attention suddenly peaked.
“Yes sir, by dampening the ore at this point with the liquid mixture, the powder is fully saturated,” the executive continued. “Once the powder dries out it is no longer a powder as much as it is clumps. The water destroys the hallucinogenic properties. By applying this process in the mine fifty km from here we were able to put an end to all the trades by the drug manufacturers. Once they discovered the powder was destroyed, they left the mine alone.”
“Sort this process at the rest of the mines owned by Howes Enterprises,” Gareth ordered.
“Yes sir,” the presenters agreed.
“And good job,” Gareth added the final words of praise as the meeting broke up and everyone departed to their other tasks.

Gareth felt pleasantly light as he went to his office. Now the press and the watch dog groups would never be able to accuse his company of manufacturing the powder, and no one else would be able to use it either. No one else had ordered this process at their mines; Gareth felt a swell of pride, then reality it him.
How could he have even for a moment that the cheap powder had originated at his company? Gareth sank into his chair and dropped his head onto his desk. His feeling of elation had been completely replaced by soul searing misery. Gareth felt heavy, anxious, his heart was pounding against his ribs, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

“That’s it,” Gareth stood up with a start, and pressed his finger on a button on a keypad on his desk. “Reema, call the driver to bring my car around.”

Within a half an hour Gareth was in the red light district for the second day in a row. He walked quickly down the block lined with every kind of sin imagined by humankind. Gareth always left his car in a parking lot outside of the district, despite where he might go for release; there was no need to advertise that he went there.

“Looking for some fun, hun?” A woman asked as she leaned in a doorway to one of the many brothels.

“No,” Gareth answered flatly, not even stopping to look at her. At the best of times women were not Gareth’s preference at the best of times, as it was now, a whore was definitely not what he wanted.

Gareth sighed when he arrived at the House, the outside was the same as the rest of the row, but it was the only one that had the Perfect Pleasure. Mr. Rapture greeted him with some surprise, but the usual enthusiasm.

“Mr. Gareth,” Mr. Rapture smiled as he exclaimed. “What an unexpected surprise. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow at the earliest.”
“Business was forgiving,” Gareth said nothing more.
“You are a lucky man,” Mr. Rapture informed him and took Gareth’s arm and led him off. “The room you used last night is free.
“Excellent,” Gareth replied with his usual enthusiasm, little or none.

Leandre observed Gareth enter his work space and smiled softly too himself. So the stoic fellow was back for more. Did the lean hunk actually think that he could feel fulfilled from an hour with this twisted mechanism? Leandre walked over to Gareth as the businessman was undressing. The slighter man took the pale hair man’s shirt off of his shoulders and tossed it onto a chair by the door. Gareth dropped his drawers and was then fully undressed. Leandre took his arm to lead him to the chair.

The employee had never been the touchy with Gareth before. It gave the businessman the undesired opportunity to get a look at the employee. The man who assisted him was thin, not too skinny, but thinner than himself. His skin was light but his hair and eyes were dark, he had a full mouth and a thin nose. His eyes were larger with dark eye lash, his eyes were really too dark. This was a sign of genetic engineering from his past; no one had eyes that dark. Actually not Caucasian should have had hair that dark either.

Gareth had some knowledge about genetic engineering. His grand-father had taken a great liking to the Howe family coat of arms. As a result of the wealthy man’s obsession, he had had his genes spliced so he had the hair colouring of a timber wolf and the eye colour as well.

Leandre strapped Gareth into the chair, his hands gliding softly over Gareth’s skin. The larger man shivered slightly. Normally a person’s touch didn’t do anything for him, but Leandre as Gareth had read from the name tag, was making his pulse race. Gareth shook it off mentally, and passed it off as anticipation of the machine’s activation. Although he wasn’t certain, Gareth thought he saw a little smirk on the paler man’s face.

Not forgetting his duties, Leandre sauntered back to his station and turned on the machine. Gareth sighed as the tubing went to work. Leandre observed his quarry writhe lightly against the machine’s ministrations. Despite the sigh, despite the machine, this Gareth fellow did not smile, his brows were still knitted. Perhaps this was the horny teenager in him talking but Leandre felt an increasing urge to assist the “Perfect” Pleasure in its less than perfect performance.

By now, Gareth was moaning as the cylinder worked him over. The man’s eyes were shut and his lips just slightly parted. Ignore the machine that Leandre had come to hate, and it was a truly erotic spectacle.

“Down boy,” Leandre thought down at himself. “We are not a whore; we do not glomp the guests. Leandre could feel by the tightening in his pants what his body’s reaction must have been: “Screw you, I want too.”
“Ah!” Gareth cried as the machine’s tool entered him.

Leandre gave him a long look and considered his options. His gut clenched as he watched the machine tilted back. He hated the machine for having Gareth at its mercy.

“God, Gareth looks hot,” Leandre muttered quietly. “God I’m jealous of a machine. I really need help.”

Jealousy was certainly the word for it; Leandre wanted nothing more than to take that machine apart and take the blond all for him. Right now, it really didn’t seem like a bad idea. Though, it occurred to Leandre that that thought probably came from his groin. But man that he was, Leandre did not particularly feel like arguing with that part of him.

The employee tinkered with the controls the chair moved to the position where it had Gareth on his back with his leg bent and apart, and a few of the tubes began to slow and then stop. Leandre was kneeling in between Gareth’s legs in seconds. Leandre didn’t figure that Gareth would be impressed at having his time cut short, Leandre set to work fulfilling their purposes.

He pulled of the cylinder and stroked and squeezed the meat between Gareth’s legs. Gareth gasped, he was halfway back to Earth, almost aware that there was a man kneeling between his legs, but Leandre’s ministrations slowed his return. Leandre knew Gareth was close, thank you stupid machine, so he need not concentrate there too long. Instead Leandre took the overly mechanized dildo and turned it inside Gareth ever so slowing. Gareth groaned sighed.

“See that you stupid thing,” Leandre thought to the machine “I’m better at this than you.”

Leandre moved the toy slowly in, slowly out, twisting it and turning. Gareth was practically crying with pleasure, arched against the restraints completely lost. He was too lost to realize a man, not a machine was doing this to him.

“Yes!” Gareth cried, as he came with that last brilliant twisted of Leandre’s hand. Leandre withdrew the tool a little bit, attracting Gareth’s conscious attention.
“What the Hell are you doing?” Gareth asked.
“Helping the Perfect Pleasure,” Leandre replied softly into Gareth’s ear. “And from the look of you, that was far better that what this damn chair has been doing for you for the last few months.”

Gareth was silent. Leandre was right of course. The businessman hadn’t felt this happily boneless for some time. Leandre kissed him full on the mouth, taking advantage of Gareth’s parted lips, without thinking, Gareth returned the kiss. Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Leandre covered Gareth’s body with his own and kissed the hell out of Gareth.

By the time Leandre leaned back, Gareth’s lips were swollen, his eyes glazed, and he was completely breathless. Gareth really didn’t understand how this guy got these feelings out of him. He was usually so dead.

“I’m going to take you out for dinner, ok?” Leandre half asked, half ordered.
“Ok,” Gareth simply obeyed. As much of a control freak as he was with business now, he was putty to a dominant man. Or machine, but this guy seemed somehow more dominant that the machine Gareth was still strapped to.
“Perfect,” Leandre purred as he untied Gareth and helped the wobbly businessman first to his feet than to the shower. “I’ll help you clean up first.”

End chapt. 2

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