Flirtations - Dylan

Dylan had been noticeably absent from Max’s punishment a few weeks ago. Max would have expected him to take full advantage of an opportunity to humiliate him in such a personal and degrading fashion. Not much to Max’s surprise, Dylan was disappointed. One night while Max was finishing his nightly routine Dylan texted him.

“I heard about your little urinal show the other day. You should text me next time.” Max rolled his eyes as he replaced his dildo on the shelf.

“I wasn’t in the texting mood.” Max responded.

“Is this a thing now? When do I get my chance to use the Maxine toilet?” Dylan texted bluntly.

“I don’t think I’ll be doing that again.” Max more hopes this was the case than he was sure.

“I want a video.”

“Of what?”

“Someone must have filmed it.”

“I don’t think so.” Max was thankful for this.

“Make me one.”

“How do you want me to make you one?”

“Don’t you have a friend that would piss in your mouth at home?”

“No…”. Dylan’s method of flirting was always so strange to Max.

As usual there was a long pause as Dylan’s typing bubbles sat for awhile, likely concocting some ultra specific fetish he wanted Max to carry out.

“Send me a video of you licking your toilet bowl.” There it was.

“Gross, I’m not gunna do that.”

“I guess I’ll have to start posting the videos you’ve sent me online.” **** was getting old.

“You don’t want me to get fired do you?”

“Just do it. You know you want to. And say my name when you do it.”

Max sat with his phone in his hand for a bit. On the one hand these little text flirtations were kind of fun but the large folder of progressively more incriminating **** was a concern.

Max set up his phone and knelt by the toilet. He had spent a few minutes cleaning it for the sake of his own health, but the bar for cleanliness had been thrown out the window when he spent the day gulping down piss for the entire office.

Max began the recording. He was dressed in a loose tshirt and wore no makeup. Dylan didn’t deserve a ton of effort for this.

“This is for you Dylan.” Max said flatly. He bent over the toilet seat and licked along the top for about 2 seconds, dragging his tongue across the hard plastic. He smiled into the camera and ended the recording. Max didn’t even watch the footage back, he just sent it along to Dylan to probably jack off to. Dyaln’s reply was faster than expected.

“What is this?”

“It’s what you asked for?” Max responded indignantly.

“I wanted something hot, this is weak.”

“I gave you what you asked for dude.”

“Watch this.” Dylan typed for a bit and then followed up with a link. Max was scared to open it but decided he may as well know. The link opened his browser on his phone and a video popped up on a porn website. It was a short video of a woman crouching in what looked like a public bathroom. She ran her tongue along the side of a urinal and then without removing her tongue, made her way towards the drain. She lapped at the urinal like a dog and then showed her tongue to the camera. The next 30 seconds were the woman thanking donators on her livestream personally. One of them asked her to spit into the toilet then lick it up and a donation bar popped up. She proceeded to spit on the back of the urinal and then aggressively ran her tongue all over the back of the urinal. She feigned embarrassment as someone came into the bathroom and the video ended.

“It seems like you have the video you want.” Max said. “Just jerk your shit to that.”

“It’s an example. I want a video of you doing that.”

“She’s getting paid for that.”

“If it’s a money thing I’ll pay you.”

“That’s not what I mean. That’s her job.”

“It’s basically your job too.” Max was offended by this and stopped texting back.

The next day Max had an actual work related question for Dylan. He pranced up to his office in his sheer black dress and heels and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Max entered and was met with the sound of moaning coming from Dylan.’s computer.

“Dylan, I need you to sign off on your bills for last month.” Max ignored the obvious pornographic bait.

“Yah, I’m working on it. Come look at this.” Dylan motioned Max over. Max strode around the desk to see what all the commotion was about. Dylan’s left monitor was displaying what looked like a twitch stream but was obviously not. A femboy was riding a dildo and moaning as his cock flopped around spraying precum everywhere.

“You’re much more attractive than him. You could be doing this.” Dylan said.

“Uhhh. “ max didn’t know what to say.

“He gets hundreds of dollars every time he streams and all he does is just fuck a dildo. It’s not even that creative.”

“Should you be watching this at work?”

“We had an orgy on christmas, this is nothing.” Max couldn’t argue with that.

“I have a job.”

“Look, I need this. I need you to make some actually high quality videos for me on a somewhat regular basis. I’ll pay for all thr equipment on top of paying for your time. I just need you to actually do what I ask. These entitled sluts online basically refuse to do anything except the most basic shit.”

“And give you endless **** on me? I don’t think so Dylan.”

“We can set up a private livestream. It can be completely impermanent.”

“Not that I’m asking for it, but wouldn’t you rather just fuck me in the ass at the office?” Max would probably prefer that at this point.

“This is what I want.” Dylan said. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Well the answer is no.”

“We’ll see.” Dylan said bitterly. Max was bewildered by this but left the bills on Dylan’s desk and walked out.