"Yes it's all been arranged, we’ll be taking our guests to a spa and sauna just down the road."
Preston couldn’t believe his ears and blurted out, "A business meeting in a sauna?!"
He recoiled as Mr Cummings once again leveled a deadly stare at him. William answered.
"Where we are from it is very common tradition to comduct-"
"It's conduct brother." Victor interrupted.
"What did I say?"
"You said comduct."
"Ah yes, it is very common tradition to *conduct* business deals in sauna."
"Oh-ohhh yes." Preston said, passing off a groan of pain. He forced a smile despite his aching balls and his erect dicklet teetering on the edge of orgasm. "Sounds lovely."
After a few more pleasantries and a few more drinks they all made their way back down the to the ground floor and walked down the road. Mr Cummings would typically be driven anywhere he needed to go but Preston suspected he was pretending to be more eco-friendly to appease the foreign guests. All the way, Mr Cummings, Malcolm and the Jokumsen brothers continued discussing various business ventures. Preston stayed silent, focusing all his energy on suppressing the bouts of pain whenever they arose. He was denied no less than another dozen orgasms by the time they reached the sauna. By this point each time "cum" was spoken it felt like he was being smacked in the balls. His only consolation was that he had still not yet ejaculated into his boss’s expensive pants but there was no guarantee how long that would last.
When they reached the venue and were handed towels and locker keys Preston realized his stroke of luck. Once he was changed he wouldn’t have to worry about ejaculating in the expensive pants and hopefully he could pass off any dampness on the towel as sweat. His only issue would be withholding a reaction to the pain and eventual orgasm.
They all went to their various lockers in the change room. Preston walked renewed haste in his step. After finding his locker Preston removed his shoes and began undoing his belt but froze when he heard footsteps around the corner. He groaned as he saw Malcolm approaching.
"You seem awfully eager Prejac" Malcolm smirked as he opened the neighboring locker and began removing his clothes. "Ready to see what a complete package actually looks like?"
Preston groaned as he felt another punch in the testicles as Malcolm pulled his pants and underwear down in one confident motion. Preston couldn't help but glance. Even in it's flaccid state, Malcolm's penis was three times the size of Preston's pitiful erection.
Preston was about to take off his pants but remembered his dick was still throbbing at it's full persistent two inch erection. The last thing Preston wanted Malcolm to think was that he was somehow aroused by the situation.
Malcolm seemed to revel in Preston's hesitation.
"You had better get comfortable with having your comedically small microdick on display Prejac. It's an important part of their culture to be completely nude during these sauna business meetings. It signifies that you have nothing to hide. And of course our boss will insist that we accommodate our guests."
Malcolm gave out a sharp laugh as he wrapped a towel around his waist and finally left. Preston breathed a sigh of relief and reached down to remove his boss's pants. Suddenly the PA system pipped up.
"Will locker number 53 please come to the front desk?"
And that was it. Preston let out a loud undignified cry and fell to his knees as dozens of pent up cumshots came spilling out of his penis in the most intense orgasm he had ever had. He could feel his semen immediately soaking through his underwear and drenching the inside of the fancy trousers he was wearing.
"Is there a problem Jackson!?" the voice of Mr Cummings rang back in a tone that highly suggested he would be displeased if there was a problem. The slapping sound of feet on tiles followed letting Preston know he was approaching.
"Ahhhh! N-No sir, I just uggggghhhh banged my ankle on the bench." Preston pulled himself up, leaning against a bench. He looked in a nearby mirror and saw copious amounts of semen had noticeably soaked through the fabric. Still ejaculating and struggling to move he desperately pulled off the pants and quickly stuffed them into his locker. Then he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist while semen was still pumping from his puny manhood.
"Pull yourself together Jackson. You..." Mr Cummings rounded the corner stopped himself from his usual litany of insults as the clients approaching from the other side of the room. He continued with a sickeningly sweet voice "...ought to be more careful. I can't have one of our valued employees injured on the job!"
"Is something wrong?" asked William.
"No, everything is fine! Ahh-I'll just be a few more minutes, you lot go ahead." Preston panted shakily, body still thrumming with waves of pleasure as his dicklet continued to pulse and spurt under the towel thankfully the shrunken size meant it was not leaving a visible tent.