OFFICE GYM (adult-friends, authoritarian, interracial)
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Part 4
I couldn't see, but I could hear and feel as the four associates led me through the underground parking garage of our building. I didn't hear many cars or people, so it must have been pretty empty. Made sense, since it was late on a Friday in the business district, so it was pretty dead. We stopped and I heard Randy say: "here's the car, hop in!"
There was a pause. Mike asked, "where do we put him? I don't think you want his bare ass messing up your precious leather seats?" All laughed. "I guess not," Ryan started. "But can we just put him in the cargo hold of my Escalade, all trussed up like that?"
"Wait," Peter responded. "I just dropped off my dog at my parents' last weekend. I think I still have the cage in the back. I was planning just to leave my car here until Monday since parking is free over the weekend. How about that?" The guys murmerred in agreement.
I felt a wave of humiliation as I heard them get the dog cage and herded me in the back. I heard the trunk door close and the car start. I had never felt so humiliated, so mistreated. And yet, my cock had never been harder. I could feel precum dribbling out, even though I couldn't see it. All of this, of course, was cabined by the cock cage keeping me from getting fully erect.
After about half an hour - although it felt like eternity - we arrived at a swanky apartment building. I heard the guys get out and Randy hand his key to the valet. "We've got some cargo in the back," I heard him say. "Could you bring it through the loading dock and have them bring it up to my room?"
"Sure thing, sir," I heard the valet respond. The car moved again, this time with me and just the valet. I heard him whistling as he drove into the parking garage.
The car stopped, and I heard the guy get out and open the trunk. I heard him chuckle. "What do we have here?" I heard the valet yell out, "hey guys, here's a delivery for 1007." Two guys came by and lifted my cage out. "Nice," I heard one of them say.
"You know the drill," I heard the other start. "Need to make sure they aren't hiding any contraband here." I felt the two men's hairy hands probe my asshole, jiggle my cage, and feel around my mouth through my gag. "Nothing here, but this asshole will probably be full by the night," the other said.
They opened the cage and yanked me out by the collar, and brought me to attention. Again talking like I wasn't there, I heard the first one say, "bring this to 1007 using the service elevator. Make sure to bring it to the back entrance, wouldn't want to scandalize the neighbors."
The other guy led me by the leash through the hall to a service elevator. As it started moving, I heard him say, "you're in for quite the time, kid." He laughed.
The elevator stopped and he tugged on my leash for me to move forward. I heard a door open and felt him latch my leash to a hook somewhere. "Wait here for them to pick you up," the man said. I heard him shut the door and walk away.
After five minutes, I heard a different door in front of me open. "Our delivery is here!" I heard Andy say. He unhooked my leash and tugged me forward. I felt Phil's hands unhook my blindfold and gag. The light of the apartment was blinding as I was finally able to see for the first time in about an hour.