The Billionaire and His Friend: A Very Rough First Anal Sex Double Team Story with Bondage

If Anton Styles thought he could cancel his contract with my firm, he had another thing coming! There was no way I'd let that bastard get away with it, no matter how much money he had! I headed over to his estate only to find he was entertaining a friend. It didn't matter. I was there to teach him a lesson. I found out when he had me naked and manacled to his couch with a ring gag in my mouth that Mr. Styles gave lessons. He didn't take them. When his friend joined in and I had two of them to contend with, I had no idea what I would do.

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sex including bondage, double team sex, and very rough first anal sex so only mature adults who won't find that offensive should read this story.

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I was pissed now. "Mr. Styles, we hired a great many independent contractors to help with the research as well as the surveys. We will have to pay cancellation fees."
"There's no cancellation fee in my contract." He was infuriating!
"How about I call my friends at The Standard and at The Times and just tell them that Anton Styles is researching rough sex? How do you think that will go over given the sexual harassment claims at your Ampelco subsidiary in 2004?"
He laughed. "My uncle ran that subsidiary, and I hadn't taken over the company yet. I'm sorry, but there's not any consequence to that."
I saw red! I wanted to kill the bastard. "I can be very persuasive when I'm talking to reporters, Mr. Styles."
He laughed, and that really pissed me off. I opened my mouth to say something but he lifted up his hand. "I'll tell you what. If you want me to, I'll compromise. I'll pay your full fee, not just the performed work. I just want your help with some research."
It was unexpected. I'd expected a battle. "Deal."
"Wonderful," he said. He walked toward me and extended his hand.
I took it and asked, "So how can I help?"
He smiled. "Just try to give me an accurate idea of all the reactions and thoughts."
I said, "I'm not sure what you--" but then my breath was cut off because I felt hands on my wrists, pulling them harshly behind me. I turned my head and saw that Tim had grabbed them. It hurt, and I gasped. Styles turned my head back to face him, and before I even understood what was going on, he pushed something round and hard into my mouth. It opened my mouth very wide and muffled my protests. It had straps on it, and he pulled them back. Then I heard it snap into place on the back of my head. There was a hole in whatever was in my mouth and it felt strange.