Hostile Take-Over Story
Hostile Take-Over
By: Beefy the Bull
'Forcing the restructuring of a fortune 500 company.'
This is a short story written for the picture hostile takeover.
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Jacob Flint sat tensely in his $5000 imported leather Bodoci Executive chair, and leaning his elbows on the glossy $13,000 custom knot wood desk, He was looking like a mess, his face lined with sorrow and concern. Only last week he was the biggest hot-shot executive in the country, leading the fortune 500 company as its CEO to huge success, and had made quite the name for himself. His office was a symbol of his power, on the top floor of the mightiest sky-scraper in the city, with a huge corner office offering the most amazing view of the down town financial district. Visitors were impressed to speechlessness by his grand office and his impeccable style. But almost overnight the whole world turned upside down.
Two words:
Hostile takeover.
Last week he was buying yachts in the Mediterranean and houses in Florida, and now he was hunched over his desk in his white button down and gray slacks, looking at the half empty tumbler of brandy in his hand.
It came out of nowhere. It was discovered too late that someone had bought up a large share of stock, and the coup-de-grace: a few trusted company stock holders went turn-coat, giving a controlling shares to the third party. He heard about the guy who had 'acquired' his company, and that he was a cut-throat businessman, and it was quite clear that Jacob would be the first employee sacked. Hell, he had already gotten sympathy cards from a few people. What the hell was he to do? He had just weeks before took out huge personal loans for his houses, boats, that vacation, the $10,000 hooker...
Shit, he had to do something, bargain a position within the company... the guy who stole the company out from under him was a bully, he would have to fight fire with fire... He would have to demand and bully himself in to a good position. He sat in silence for a while longer, as the buzz and roar of a helicopter landing on the towers pad came and went. It wasn't long before the sound of some one approaching the glossy black wood doors of his office. The doors parted and in stepped...A bull?
The creamy white bull strode in confidently, like it was his office now. Dressed in a dark gray suit and a brilliant red tie, he looked sharp and wealthy, it looked right despite his toned and muscled body. This must be the bastard, Jacob thought as he downed the last of his brandy and leaned back trying to feel and act confident himself. The bull stepped over to the table where the decanter of brandy sat and poured himself a tumbler.
"Make yourself at home." Jacob said coolly and confidently with a wave of his hand.
"Oh, I already have..." the bull rumbled in his deep voice.
So I noticed... Arrogant bastard... Jacob thought to himself.
The bull walked past him to the window and sipped his brandy in silence.
"It's an amazing view, isn't it?" Jacob started.
"Not bad. The south west would give a better view though." the bull said quietly.
That was it for Jacob, he couldn't handle a second more of this jerk. To have the gall to come in here and criticize my office?
"Huh! You think you can walk in here and just take over, don't you, you smug bastard?" Jacob couldn't restrain himself.
Well you're in for a surprise! This company won't last a day without me! You have no choice but to keep me as the CEO!" he lectured to the silent unmoving bull. Jacob stood in silence and waited for the bulls response.
"Actually, I can run this company without you, and if I take over your position as the new CEO, the payroll and benefits cost will be less, and the stock value- of which I own the controlling majority personally- will be worth more." the bull said quietly as he continued to gaze out the window.
That son-of-a-bitch! He has the gall of telling me that the company is better off without me!?
"Now you-" Jacob started as he stood up and stepped towards that big bastard.
"NO. Now you listen here!" the Bull snapped as he turned around. "-I know about your bank loans, about your toy boats, and all your 'dirty pleasures'. I know you have over twenty-three million dollars in debt, I know because I own most of your bank."
Jacob was in shock, he just leaned back against the edge of the desk weakly.
"I know that you are set to start repaying those loans next week, and that you won't be able to get a job cleaning toilets after having a multibillion dollar international corporation be snatched out from under you so easily." the bull said in a low and aggressive tone.
Jacob leaned back some, and realized the bull figuratively had him by the balls. The bull knew about everything, and bluffing when someone's seen your cards already doesn't work.
"I have total power, and you have nothing but debt." the bull stepped closer and leaned towards Jacob.
"And I'm the boss-" the bull pushed picked up a small plaque on the desk labeled 'The Boss' for emphasis, before tossing it aside.
"And that makes me your Boss." the bull said coldly.
"You're not my boss if I don't work here." Jacob retorted weakly.
"So then you're going to resign?" the bull asked calmly and coldly.
"What do you mean? You're not going to take my job?" Jacob asked confused.
"I already did take your job, and as my first official task I am demoting you. Don't look so confused, I own your bank remember? I want you to repay your loans." The bull said amused at the man's attempts to understand the situation.
"But..." Jacob stammered.
"Yes, but..." the bull rumbled mirthfully as he stepped closer.
"I won't be bullied around!" Jacob shouted pushing the bull's rock hard chest, and finding not to budge an inch.
"Yes you will." Jacob found the bull's serious tone of voice disturbing. And now he found that the bull had him by the balls literally.
"What the hell!" Jacob shouted, as the bull pushed him back on to his back on the desk with the other hand.
"Keep quiet boy, and do what I say." the bull squeezed lightly on Jacobs balls, and Jacob relented fearfully.
"Not that it matters, this office is sound proofed." the bull gloated. Was there anything the bull didn't know about Jacob?
"Now unfasten your pants." the bull commanded, definatly not request. Slow action on Jacobs's part resulted in a tightening of the bulls grip on Jacob's balls.
"Ok-Ok!"Jacob spouted fearfully as he quickly unfastened his belt and un-buttoned his fly. What the hell was going on?
The bull took a hold of the belt and pulled it out of the belt loops with a quick tug, and the released Jacobs balls and took hold of his wrists instead. The Bull tied Jacobs's wrists together with the belt, then ripped Jacob's pants to shreds and tossed the remains aside.
"What the hell are you doing? Stop it!" Jacob shouted fearfully.
The bull walked over to the liquor and pored himself a second glass of brandy, and sipped it as he walked back over to the desk smiling.
"You forget so quickly." he said with a chuckle. He shook his large horned head slowly as he un-buttoned his fly and dropped his dark gray slacks. The bull stepped up between Jacobs legs, and tore the man's boxer shorts off his body.
"This is a hostile takeover."
Jacob was frozen with fear and shock.
"And I'm offering you a job..."the bull dropped his red boxers to his hooves, reveling his hardening boner as it emerged slick and shiny form it's sheath. The bull picked up Jacobs legs, putting them around his hips as he stepped closer.
The Bull cock was huge, and Jacob had never had a man before, much less a bull, but it was a good thing the room was sound proofed. The bull grinned at him heartlessly as he forced himself in to Jacob over and over, and forced Jacob to call him 'The Big Boss', and beg 'The big Boss' even shout it. Eventually the Bull came with a mighty roar and drove the huge Cock deep putting his large load of seed deep inside. Jacob had become a bitch.
He passed out on the desk, and when he came to, he was untied, and the bull was smoking one of Jacob's Cuban cigars, and drinking more of his brandy.
"You may use the bathroom to freshen up." the bull said smugly.
Naked and in a daze Jacob went towards his 'master bathroom' that he had installed when he first got the office. It took up one whole corner of the building and was about as big as his huge office. He had spared no expense, and even the toilet offered a panorama of the city below.
"No, No. uses the other one, boy." the bull told him as Jacob reached for the door.
That bastard. Jacob thought. The other bathroom was the one he built for... hookers. Whores. Bitches. And now had to use it, which he found extremely degrading. After cleaning himself up he stumbled back in to the office still naked. The bull came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, and walked him over to the desk.
"Welcome aboard." the bull said smiling broadly "-And here is your new desk, you start now. You report to me and only me, the job is simple, but hard- pardon the pun- but then I think you will find your pay and benefits package are quite good."
"You're letting me have my old desk?" Jacob asked surprised.
"Not quite" the bull said mirthfully, and pushed down on Jacobs shoulders.
God damn it. Jacob thought. He cursed himself for having a 'secretary cubby' built in under the desk, he had it installed so he could keep a bitch under his desk while he worked, and now the literal table was figuratively turned.
He found a new mat under the desk it had outlines for his hands and knees, that if assumed, would position him to suck the bulls cock or take it, and had a few lines of text:
'Face this way if the boss is happy' with an arrow pointing towards the chair, 'And this way if he's pissed off' with an arrow pointing away from the chair.
He was already on his hands and knees to fit under the large and spacious desk, and he decided that this was too far, and too much. He turned around and tried to crawl out, but the bull had already sat down, and he couldn't get past the huge and powerful legs.
"Let me out! I won't take this job, I'll don't have to!" he said, felling to humiliated and defeated to be angry.
"Need I remind you of those cameras you installed to record meetings, and of course to record your sex with prostitutes?"
That bastard, he wouldn't dare black mail me with the video of him raping me would he? Jacob asked himself.
"Now I have a lot of work to do and so do you..." the bull said coolly. Jacob looked and saw the hardening bull cock and accepted his defeat, and took it in to his mouth. He cried as he willed himself to take the cock in his mouth, and started bobbing on it. He was the bitch now. The bull finished his paper work and leaned back in the chair, enjoying the blowjob. Jacob finished his work and the bull came again, this time in Jacobs's mouth and on his face. Ropes of sweet, hot bull seed covered his face and filled his mouth. The bull rolled the chair back with a satisfied sigh and stood, as Jacob crawled out and stood shakily.
"Not bad boy, clean yourself up and get dressed, I need to make an announcement." the bull said cool as ever.
After cleaning himself off and dressing in a spar button down and pair of slacks, he returned to the office.
"Hold this and follow me." the bull ordered, passing him a briefcase.
"Wait! I...I...never...what's your name?" Jacob said coming to his wits for the first time that day.
"You can call me master." the bull said with a grin before turning and walking out the door. Jacob followed, and they took the private express elevator in silence to the ground-lobby. As soon as they left the large crowded lobby there was an impromptu press conference outside on the buildings steps.
"Yes, I have signed the merger papers and fully acquired the company." the bull bellowed to one reporter.
"Further more Jacob here has agreed to stay with the company, but as my personal assistant." the bull said, and then grabbed Jacob and wrapped an arm around him, posing for the press with a large smile. Jacob was stunned by the barrage of questions and photo flashes.
An expensive black limo SUV roared up and a man hopped out and opened the back door.
"Get in." the bull ordered.
Jacob did, still in disbelief.
After the bull sat himself down, and the limo sped off.
"Bitches sit on the floor." the bull said accusingly with a firm finger pointing to the floor in front of him.
"O-ok..." Jacob stammered and sat himself on the floor, his head still swimming in shock.
"Ok what?" the bull demanded. The limo was silent for a moment as Jacob thought; he knew what the bull wanted.
"Ok...ok...M-master..." Jacob said sadly. He couldn't deny it now. He was truly a bitch now.
Fin.