your penis

K-T can barely hear what the distinguished man in front of him has just said. He extends his hand expecting a handshake with the CEO. And instead, he looks at him a bit bewildered and then repeats, enunciating each syllable clearly.

-I asked if i can squeeze your penis.

K-T finally understood, and his response was to cross his legs and protect his family jewels. He would like to say something strong, maybe insult the guy, but the butlers intervene.

-K-T has not yet entered the role of a VIP and does not know that the powerful do not shake hands but rather their penises. In the gesture, there is the assertion of power. Not by chance, in ancient times, the male phallus represented the status of those who could do more than others. So now K-T will be more than happy to share his masculinity with her, and in doing so, he will make it clear who is really in charge.

K-T finds himself blocked by the butlers who open the robe by undoing the knot of the belt that kept it closed. The penis is still limp, and the embarrassment for K-T is now paradoxical, because even though he doesn't want that guy to grab it, he would prefer it to be erect and not so flaccid. If the situation surprises the CEO, he doesn't show it and grabs the penis, starting to shake it while squeezing it tightly. K-T feels that it has an effect on him. It is slowly swelling, and that more accustomed hand, used to signing contracts and checks, is skilled at touching it the right way.

With his finger, he teases the glans, while with the other hand, he caresses the testicles. The highlight, however, is how he is effectively masturbating him in public. K-T wouldn't be so surprised by these manual skills if he knew that in that room all the VIPs are gay and that the CEO (he really is) won an auction for that privilege.

Obviously, he expected to have to work less to make it hard. He is succeeding until he brings him to the brink of orgasm, and then, as if he had a countdown in his head, when it reaches 0, he stops. K-T doesn't know what to say, and it is the man who thanks him. He sees him bringing his fingers to his nose and then K-T realizes that there is a thread of white in the center of his glans. How disgusting, I imagine he's thinking, since the CEO actually smelling his sperm.

From my table, I think that if he had done the hand-kiss, it would have been even more humiliating for K-T. But now that I have his penis in the frame, i realize that he will never return to a passive state. He closes the robe and another round of applause erupts. The service is impeccable, and this reassures him. In the end, K-T thinks that the VIPs behave like him, offering their penis to the grip of those below them. Obviously, since Emily told me, i know it's all an invention; in fact, Emily took inspiration from erotic stories online about the theme of **** nudism.

I look at the clock and know that the evening is about to literally explode, and it will do so right in poor K-T's face. From behind him, the familiar voice of one of the butlers shouts.

Everyone stop!!