Davids Limo

The filtered morning sunlight shone into David's bedroom through the gauzy floor to ceiling drapes of his large elegant penthouse apartment, waking David up.

David was the owner of a large successful limousine and chauffeur service catering to the very wealthy and executives alike. His clients were the type who did not care how much it cost for his services, as long as the transportation vehicles were top of the class in elegance and style, and the chauffeurs were trained in the proper aspects of being a chauffeur. David had learned the trade when he lived a number of years in the UK and other foreign countries.

The vehicles in his company ranged from the American style Lincoln Town Car limousine, to the top of the line Rolls Royce, and Bentley limousines, along with everything in between. He even had vintage limousines, bulletproof limousines, and others known for elegance or speed. Along with the vehicle, David provided the personally trained staff to drive, and cater to his clients.

On this morning when David awoke, he was feeling quite frisky, from a night filled with erotic dreams. Just thinking about the dreams put a smile on his face, and gave him an immediate erection.

David got out of his bed. He was naked as was now his sleeping custom. He no longer wore anything to bed. He found that wearing pajamas or even just his underwear to bed caused him to have a restless night's sleep. In the morning when he woke up, he would still be exhausted and he found whatever he had worn to bed the previous night was torn to shreds. He never remembered tearing them up during the night.

David loved to walk around his penthouse apartment naked, with his cock rock hard. He did it quite often day and night. He would stand in front of the floor to ceiling windows of any room in his apartment and stroke his cock for the world to see. David had nothing to be ashamed of, he was quite a good looking thirty-nine year old man at just over six feet tall (two meters), with classic continental features. He had short brown hair with sideburns, and was otherwise clean shaven. He was quite well built and muscular, from his many hours of working out. This gave him a large muscular bubble butt, along with his other well defined beefy muscular features. The part of his body that seemed to get the biggest workout though was his cock. Even when not erect, it was quite long and thick. His balls were a handful also. In college, his fraternity house brothers had nicknamed him 'Sausage'. David so enjoyed stroking his cock whenever he had the opportunity.

After walking around his apartment with his hard cock in one hand and coffee cup in the other, David thought it would be nice to take a long hot shower and take care of his throbbing erection before heading off to work. He had just stepped into the shower and was letting the warm water cascade over his taut body, when he heard the phone ring. Yes, David had a phone in the bathroom. Normally he would have ignored the call until he was finished in the shower, but he heard the caller id identify the call as coming from his company. He knew it could not be good news if they were calling him this early in the morning. He had plenty of people to take care of the everyday issues that came up. David stepped out of the shower soaking wet, still sporting his erection. He answered the phone. The company dispatcher was on the other end of the phone and explained the situation. One of the high-end limousines, a classic Bentley, was having some serious mechanical issues. The usual chauffeur driver of this vehicle had to use one of the other high-end limousines. This meant there was no one available who was qualified to drive the Bentley for servicing, and the Bentley was needed that evening, as were all David's limousines. David told the dispatcher he would take the Bentley in as soon as he got to work this morning. David informed the dispatcher to call the service company and make sure they were aware he was bringing the Bentley in and the service needed to be completed today. The dispatcher said he understood and they both ended the call.

David got back in the shower. He could no longer enjoy his shower time, so he quickly showered and shaved. Out of the shower, David dried off and completed his grooming. David took his navy blue suit out of the closet. This was the one he had planned on wearing today anyway. The first pair of underwear David grabbed and put on was a pair of red and blue striped Andrew Christian butt-less briefs. He normally did not wear Andrew Christian's to work, but today he was in a rush to get out of the house. As he pulled the briefs up over his hips, his large ample arse filled the butt-less section of the briefs. The edges of the briefs framed his arse and made it look even larger than it was. David quickly finished getting dressed, and looked at himself in the mirror. He pulled up his jacket to see how his slacks looked. He was surprised at how well the Andrew Christian briefs looked and felt under his suit slacks. The briefs actually gave his butt a bit of a lift. Not that he needed it, but David's butt filled out his slacks even better than if he had worn regular briefs. In the mirror, David also noticed that the design of the front of the Andrew Christian briefs showed his large cock off very nicely. Satisfied with how he looked, David left his apartment.

As David exited his building his driver was waiting at the curb for him with the rear door open. The driver had one of the smaller limousines. David got in. His driver took the driver's seat. David informed the driver what had happened to the Bentley limousine and what David's plans were. He told the driver he would need to fill in with David's limo, as they were now short a limousine. The driver said he understood. David's limousine was usually not used for the business. It was David's private vehicle.

When David got to his limousine company, he and his driver got out of the vehicle. David informed the dispatcher that his limousine was available. The dispatcher told David that was great, as he already had use for it. With that David's driver took his limousine out for a client pickup.

David went to the offices to get information about the Bentley limousine. David was given a full report on the problems the Bentley limousine was having by Frank, one of his office managers. David requested the keys and said he was going to take the limo in for service. Frank hesitated before he gave David the keys. David asked him what the problem was. Reluctantly, Frank reminded David that it was company policy and procedure that anyone who drove one of the company limousines was required to wear the proper chauffeur's uniform for that vehicle. David smiled and told Frank that he was correct and asked Frank to get him a uniform.

Frank disappeared for a few moments and returned with chauffeur's uniform, complete with chauffeur's hat. David took the uniform and went into his office to change. As soon as David attempted to put the uniform on, he realized the uniform was too small for him. Frank put his suit back on. He called out to Frank and asked him for another uniform. Frank told him the uniform laundry service would not be returned until the afternoon, and the uniform he had was the only one available. Frank suggested that since he was only taking the limousine for service, he did not see any harm if David wore his street clothing. David said no, it would send the wrong message to his clientele and drivers if they were to see one of his limousines on the road being driven by someone not wearing a chauffeur's uniform. Frank said he understood. David said he would do the best he could with the available uniform.

David stripped down once again to his Andrew Christian butt-less briefs. The cool air hitting his bare arse gave him a rush. He knew his cock was getting hard, and the friskiness he felt earlier in the morning was returning. David put the white shirt on first. It was definitely too small on him. It was skintight. The shoulders were too small for his broad shoulders. His muscular arms completely filled the arms of shirt, and he could scarcely button the shirt up. He was unable to button the top button on the shirt, his neck was just too thick. As he pulled on the uniform slacks, he knew they would not fit him. Before the slacks were completely on, he sat down to put his black boots on and covered his boots with the legs of his uniform slacks. With his boots on, he pulled his slacks up and tucked his shirt into the slacks. The legs and thighs of the slacks were drawn tight against his legs. He struggled to pull the slacks up over his bubble butt. Once he finally managed to get the slacks over his butt he still had to zip and fasten up the slacks. David began by zipping up the slacks first. The distance in the fasteners was too far apart to fasten them first. As he began zipping up his slacks, he knew it was going to be an effort. The zipper went up about a third of the way and that was as far as he could get it up. He struggled and pulled at the zipper. He heard a few of the seams pop. He was not sure if it was the shirt or the slacks. With a lot of wriggling, he was finally able to get the zipper all the way up. Once the zipper was up, David sucked his stomach in. Since he did not have a gut, he did not have much to suck in. However, it was enough that with a little force, he was able to fasten his slacks. David had a small private bathroom off his office, and in the bathroom was a full length mirror. He looked in the mirror to see how he looked. He had to laugh. He looked like he was stuffed into the uniform. There was no room to spare. The outline of his large cock bulge was on display. Even the head of his cock could be identified. He turned to see how his butt looked. Every strap of his Andrew Christian briefs showed through under the slacks. It would be obvious to anyone seeing him that he was wearing butt-less briefs. He was already so uncomfortable in super tight slacks, he decided not to put on a belt. David knew the jacket of the uniform was going to be too tight. He hoped he could just wear the jacket to cover his butt, and hide the fact that he was not wearing a belt. David put the jacket on and to his relief, it was long enough to hide the tightness of his shirt and the waist of his slacks. Nothing was going to hide the fact that the slacks were skintight from the waist to his mid legs. David tied the tie around his neck leaving the top button of his shirt undone. He topped the chauffeur's uniform with the hat. It was the only piece of the uniform which fit.

Drew, a laid off auto repair worker awoke this morning in his furnished, government subsidized apartment. Drew had the capacity to be quite a good looking man. However, he did not keep a daily routine of grooming and personal hygiene. Most of the time he had greasy hair and needed a shave. His clothes were dirty, ill fitting, and it looked like he had slept in them. Drew even wore the same pair of cheap briefs for days at a time. They were dingy, torn and baggy on him. His briefs were badly in need of a good bleaching. To be fair, on the few days Drew had showered, shaved, and put on clean clothing, everyone around him could not believe it was the same person. He was a very good looking man. Drew was not tall and perhaps could afford to lose a few pounds. He liked his junk food. He had thick dark brown curly hair, and deep set dark brown eyes, and an olive complexion. Overall, he had Italian looking features. Drew never realized his full potential. He always expected a handout, and felt the world owed him.

Drew spent hours looking through his telescope. He particularly enjoyed watching the man who would walk around his penthouse apartment naked, stroking is cock. When this happened, Drew would pull up a chair to his telescope, sit down and jerk off. When he finished shooting his load into his already cum stained yellowed briefs, Drew would get angry with the man. Drew felt the man forced him to jerk off and cum in his briefs. Drew firmly believed the man knew Drew was watching him, and was doing this just to make him jealous and horny. Drew wanted to knock the man in the penthouse down a few notches. Drew thought up different ways he could get the man into a situation where he could do what he wanted to the man.

David drove the Bentley around for a while, but the limousine did not act up as was reported. David knew he could not take the Bentley in for some perceived problem. He decided to take the limo out for a long drive and put it through its paces. David drove the limo on the highway, where he knew he could drive at high rates of speed. Nothing happened, the limo drove quite well. David decided to drive out in the country, where the road elevation changed and the roads twisted and turned. Once again, the limo drove without any hesitation. David took the limo further and further out into a remote uninhabited area. He knew that if something happened to the Bentley out there, it was a simple matter of getting on his cell phone and calling the service shop for a tow truck and flatbed.

As fate would have it, the Bentley finally started acting up. David pulled the limo over to the side of the road before it finally sputtered and stalled. David tried several times to restart the Bentley. It would not restart. The limo stalled on a secluded tree lined stretch of road with forest on both sides of the road. David kept track of the road names as he drove, so that he could let the tow truck driver know where he was if this should happen.

Carefully, David got out of the limo. He wanted to avoid any possibility of tearing his skin tight uniform. He reached into his breast jacket pocket to retrieve his phone. As he felt the jacket for the hard plastic case, his heart sank. Did he not take his cell phone out of his suit jacket pocket when he changed? Hoping he was mistaken, David searched every pocket of his uniform jacket to no avail. He looked around the seat and the floor, perhaps it fell out. As he searched, he inadvertently stretched his legs too far. He heard a small ripping sound in his slacks. He stood back up immediately. He put his hand on the area he thought the ripping noise came from, and was relieved to find that he had not torn the seat of his slacks. He looked over his slacks, and was relieved to see that there was only a small tear in his slacks near one of the front pockets of his slacks. David returned to a visual search for his cell phone. It was nowhere to be found. David realized there was no way for him to get in contact with anyone, and no one knew where he was. He had been parked on the side this road for a while now, and no one had driven by.

As time went by, it was getting warmer outside, plus the humidity was on the rise. David could feel the sweat building up on is brow. He noticed that his shirt was becoming wet with perspiration. Odd he thought, because the heat and humidity normally did not cause him to perspire. He felt sweat droplets running down his back and onto his butt crack. Sweat beads running down his butt crack were a strange sensation to him. One he had never felt before. He assumed that because he was wearing butt-less briefs, there was nothing to absorb the perspiration, so his sweat was able to run down his butt crack unimpeded. David tried to ignore the feeling and return to the pressing matter of getting some roadside assistance.

David waited for what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality it was only about 10 minutes for a vehicle to come by. David got in the middle of the road, and took his chauffeurs hat off. He waved his hat at the vehicle as it approached. He wanted to be sure the driver of the approaching vehicle did not just drive by him. As luck would have it, the driver of the vehicle pulled over behind the broken down Bentley. David approached the driver and asked him if he had a cell phone. The driver replied he did not, but he was an auto mechanic, familiar with English automobiles. David chuckled to himself, but thought he had nothing to lose. He told the driver what had happened. The driver said he would have a look under the hood and see if there was anything obvious.

The driver exited his vehicle. David was a bit apprehensive about this guy. He was unkempt and disheveled. He was wearing a sweatshirt and khaki pants. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled. The driver went to the rear of his vehicle and opened the trunk. He retrieved something from the trunk and then slammed it closed. As he approached David, David could see that it was a metal mechanics tool box. When the driver was standing next to David, he saw that David's shirt was soaking wet and nearly transparent with sweat. He made a flip comment to David about the heat. David just grunted at the driver. The driver told David that his name was Drew.

Drew walked toward the front of the Bentley, put his tool box on the ground and told David to release the hood lock located inside the limo. David did so and also walked to the front of the limo. Drew propped open the hood and looked around the engine compartment. While David was still looking inside the engine compartment, Drew knelt down and opened his tool box. He pulled out a large rag and a long screwdriver. Drew stuck his head back under the hood and looked around for a few more seconds and pointed the screwdriver at something on the engine block. He told David to have a look at what he was pointing the screwdriver at. David stuck his head further inside the engine compartment. Once there, Drew put the large rag over David's nose and mouth. David immediately passed out.

David woke up to find himself sitting in the middle of the back seat of the Bentley. His wrists were tied behind his back and his legs were spread apart as wide as possible with his ankles tied to the floor mountings of the seats. Besides being unnerved at being tied up, David was also quite uncomfortable because his too small uniform was now being stretched to its extreme limits and beginning to press into his flesh. David's first instinct was to yell, but he quickly realized he was gagged. He began squirming around to try and free his tied hands. He was unable to loosen his restraints. He stopped his squirming when he heard the sound of fabric tearing. He looked down at his shirt and realized all he had succeeded in doing was tearing a seam and popping a button on his shirt. He then realized his tie was missing.

Drew opened the rear door on the Bentley limousine and got in. The cooler air from outside felt good to David. Being inside with the windows closed made the interior of the limo very warm for him. His shirt was completely soaked with sweat, so much that his shirt was now nearly transparent. Drew sat on the rear seat that faced the seat David was sitting in. He sat directly in front of David. Drew's knees were nearly touching David's inner thighs. Drew asked David if he knew him. David shook his head and managed to say no through his gag. Drew said he knew David and he had been waiting a long time for this. He said he had been planning this and all things finally came together when he was able to sabotage the Bentley. David gave him a puzzled look. Drew then told David that was all he needed to know.

Drew reached into his pocket and pulled something out of it. David was not sure what it was, until Drew held the object up in front of his face, and made a flicking motion with it. A knife blade popped out of the object. David jerked back as much as he could upon seeing the knife blade and the length of it. Drew waved the knife in front of David's face, telling him how much he wanted to mess him up. He also put the knife close to David's crotch. David was scared. He was in a vulnerable position, and could not defend himself. He tried to put his legs together, but Drew had tied them well enough that he was unable to move them, and also since Drew was sitting with his legs between David's, David was unable to protect himself.