Flirtations - Denver

Max was feeling a little bit confused about his relationship with Denver after his punishment the week before. Denver’s harsh treatment was not unprecedented, he had always had a one track mind when it came to using Max but Max had felt like there had been more brewing beneath the surface, that Denver had grown to feel as close to Max as Max did to him. Clearly Max had misread the situation. It seemed obvious that Denver had always seen Max as just a thing to squeeze sexual favors from but there was a way that he looked at him that felt genuine. The days where Denver kept Max kneeling in his office for the whole morning felt like Denver acknowledging that his presence was wanted. The possessiveness of Max’s body was also confusing. Was Max just a toy to be owned or was there something deeper to it? The biggest issue was that Max knew that he couldn’t handle Denver’s size. He couldn’t initiate an escalation because Max feared that the monster in Denver’s pants would leave him permanently damaged. Max continued to marinate on these thoughts day in and day out. He carried out his regular duties, attending to Denver in the mornings as he wished. It almost felt like worship, so much time spent on his knees laboring over Denver’s manhood. Max’s became more feminine with each passing month and his desire to submit himself completely to his boss also grew. Denver never seemed to reciprocate though. He would wave Max away, his cum still dripping from Max’s lips. He was polite but never intimate. He would compliment Max’s improving technique, comment on how much more flexible his throat had become after so many months of daily worship between his legs. Max had become so intimately familiar with Denver’s cock he had memorized the veins and wrinkles, the way that his sack hung lower on the left than the right, the way his entire package pulsed as he orgasmed. He had learned what Denver enjoyed the most, his preference for deep thrusts into Max’s tight throat, that a firm grip on his massive balls while massaging always got him going, that maintaining eye contact even as Max choked and coughed was tantamount. Max had become an expert, he could bring Denver to orgasm in less than 2 minutes, but Max preferred to draw it out. There were days he spent over an hour without removing Denver from his mouth, sipping his precum and savoring his grunts of pleasure. Max was dying to know more about his mysterious employer, he picture himself on a date with Denver and got butterflies in his stomach.

“Is this all Tanya ever did for you?” Max felt particularly bold one Thursday morning having just spent 45 minutes on his knees without taking an unimpeded breath.

“What do you mean?”

“Did Tanya only ever just do this.” Max gestured vaguely at his position on the floor.

“Ah I see. Why do you ask?” Denver avoided the question.

“I just was curious.” Max said shyly.

“No. Tanya didn’t do this exactly. Tanya was a little bit more friendly with the whole office. She came in here in the mornings most days but she was much more on call.”

“So this morning routine isn’t something you’ve always done?”

“Not exactly. I’ve always needed something like this, that’s why I hired Tanya and then you but you’re more of a personal assistant than Tanya was.”

Max liked the answer. “Okay, well if you ever need anything else I’m happy to be of service.” Max couldn’t hide his giddiness but tried.

“What do you have in mind?” Denver tested Max.

“Anything. I figure maybe you get tired of just blowjobs every morning.” Max felt a little embarrassed. He had hoped Denver would take the lead.

“I like blowjobs every morning just like I like coffee every morning. It gets the day started right.” Denver smiled a little, enjoying watching Max squirm. “Are you getting bored of our morning routine?”

“No not at all!” Max said quickly. “I just worried that I was boring you a little.”

Denver watched Max for a moment as if trying to guess what he was thinking. “You want more than this?” Denver asked flatly.

“I want to do whatever pleases you.” Max doubled down on trying to side step the conversation he started.

“You see me as something more than your boss?” Denver asked the question but it almost sounded like a statement of fact.

“No that’s not it! I just want to make sure I’m doing a good job.” Max was blushing and flustered at this point.

“You only see me as your boss?”

“No. I…I see you as my boss. And I see you as someone I have…that I’m intimate with.” Max fumbled to find the correct words and still felt like he didn’t arrive at them.

“I hired you because I saw something in you. I saw that perfect mix of insecurity, submissiveness, desperation, and honesty that creates a perfect little fuck pet. You didn’t know who you were and I showed you what you wanted. You didn’t know how to be yourself so I guided you to be good at something. I guess that would make you feel close to me. To me, you are an employee doing a good job. You take orders, you don’t question it, you improve. I am happy with your performance but you have duties to everyone else here as well. A relationship with me would put that at risk. I don’t share what’s mine. I share you. You’re not mine.” Denver spoke matter of factly but also gently. Max felt the truth of his words and had to hold back tears.

“Yes sir.” Was all he said. He left the room.