Changes
I first met Mr. Simi at a running track. He was running around it doing his customary half-marathon as he later informed me. He was wearing blue Asics runners and a full
track suit in which he looked rather small and scrawny. I would say he was an inch shorter than me and had an extremely wiry, taut look about him. His eyes flashed
penetrating intelligence. He gave me a once over and suggested dinner the following evening. I accepted.
Dinner was fantastic. I was fascinated by the experiences he had had and how it was that he had started Simi Corp. His Rolodex was obviously the size of a full
Britannica set. I never tired of hearing his stories. I had many, many questions and he never seemed to hold back any answers. I was amazed at the depth of knowledge
from someone only about 10 years older than me.
All too quickly, we were the last ones in the restaurant. As we finally got up to leave, he invited me to another dinner a couple of days hence. I accepted.
During the second dinner, Mr. Simi made his pitch and put an offer on the table. He was not playing games. The offer was a good one.
Wanting him to understand that I already had a plan in place, I took the opportunity to explain to him my vision of where I was taking Thoman. I explained how taking
Ansaldi was an important step toward attaining that vision and why I was on a good track to building something that would stand the test of time.
He heard me and was polite enough to let me finish without interrupting. Then, he quickly dismissed the market in which Simi and Thoman competed as 'Hopelessly
niche...Profitable, yes, but far too niche for anyone with serious ambition.'
I listened intently.
"I have watched you, Tim. You do not need Thoman. You do not need the Ansaldi Account. Leave it all over there. Let them get their jollies with Ansaldi and play in their
little patch. We at Simi have much bigger fish to fry."
It was then that Mr. Simi also mentioned to me that I may have discovered a bit of a "fraternity" of sorts amongst the Simi guys. He said that he wanted me to be part of
this fraternity. I thought I understood what he was saying, given my recent experiences with Simi guys but he erased all doubt when he said that he and I could engage
each other the same way that Morgan and I had and that when he won, I would come and work for him. But, I had also had another option, he said as he looked me in the
eyes. Either I could "experience" him physically and certainly get the benefit of learning a very tough lesson or I could just accept his offer of employment right away and
maintain my dignity, which would come in handy later on for one-on-one meetings with him. He then stated that the latter might be the better option for my overall mental
and physical well-being.
Wow, this guy was older and smaller than me (albeit he must be in great shape running the way he does all the time) and was essentially saying that he was already
mentally dominant, so I should just give in right away before he has to prove cock dominance. That took an incredible amount of nerve, if you ask me. I am all for talking a
good game, but come on. That was a bit much.
Then, as sort of as an aside, he added "Incidentally, we will need to finalize your arrival before next Wednesday. I will take a 3-month trip to New Zealand and Tasmania on
Thursday. So, if you feel the need for a lesson before you agree to come over to Simi, we will need to do it on Tuesday evening."
I almost choked on my food. But I recovered quickly and explained, "Mr. Simi, I really think I will have a better negotiating position after you have, umm, "experienced" me.
So, Tuesday it is." He looked at me closely for a brief moment and closed the topic with a curt "Very well then. Tuesday it will be." For the rest of the meal it was as if
that part of the conversation had never even happened.
As it turns out, my battle with Mr. Simi would happen at the same place that Morgan and I had used. Mr. Simi owned it and Morgan had rented the padded room for
"sessions" with his Simi boys. Apparently, this is where Morgan maintained discipline. As far as Mr. Simi was concerned, the room was now mine. Rent-free this time.
Once I came over, of course.
We each undressed ourselves in opposite corners and, as he approached me, I took the opportunity to make a full physical assessment.
I quickly concluded that Mr. Simi was the tightest package I had ever seen. It was like his skin was vacuum-packed over his slight but very clearly defined musculature.
The vascularity was stunning. I could count the veins. He seriously could not have had a single ounce of fat on him anywhere. I must have outweighed him by 30 pounds.
Compared to Mr. Simi, Jim's lithe frame could be considered thick. I especially liked the veins on the top of his feet. This was one hard body...
But it was the size of his cock that stunned me even more. I think he had me by about an inch. His was as thick as mine, too. Also, he had the balls to match. That
sack was hanging really low...I had the amusing thought that when that cock was hard, he must tip forward (at least I thought that to be amusing at that moment).
Just as he got in front of me, he stunned me with an unexpected addition to our coming encounter. "Jim, we will go at it for two falls because a) I want YOU to understand
that losing to ME will not be a "fluke" and b) I have not had a good rub in a long time and I doubt very much I will have one during MY 3-month trip. I have heard that you
are worthy enough to keep my member hungry for more and I now see that to be true so I will use me to to get my fill. As long, that is, as you have the stamina to keep up
with me."
As he looked at me expectantly for a response, I kept thinking to myself at that point that he thought of me as a utility. Kind of like a cat with a scratching post. WTF?
His cockiness and lack of respect were not going to work out well for him.
I also thought about this new caveat and countered, "Whether I win both or we split the falls, I bring Jim Adelman back to Simi."
He smiled enigmatically. "Jim told me he would not only get his vengeance for the Ansaldi screw up, but that he would go so far as to dominate you completely. I guess
he was right. Was he right, Tim? Has that young man gotten under your skin? Has he made you submit to him?"
That pissed me off. Completely.
I was raging behind my outwardly calm exterior. I could not tell whom I was most mad at: Myself for crumbling (literally) under Jim, Mr. Simi for knowing about it and
taunting me with it or Jim for telling someone else about something between me and him. All three, I supposed, and that left no room for physical pleasure with this little
runt. I wanted to inflict pain and then dominate that big cock. I wanted to send this guy to New Zealand and Tasmania wondering what kind of monster he had invited into
his so-called "fraternity."
I refused to answer him verbally and advanced toward him. We squared up and by the time I quickly got my arms around him my intent was to crack his ribs. I squeezed
like I had never squeezed before. All I saw was red. He grunted and I picked him up bodily and shook him like he weighed nothing at all. Then I bent forward while bending
him backward with such force I thought that I would break his spine. He tried desperately to get his arms between us but I then simply fell forward on top of him, my
weight advantage working for me.