Q1

The new year started out very busy. Everyone seemed reinvigorated after the party and the holiday break and was heads down at their desk every morning until close. Max was also busy with actual work, being assigned to accounts for filing and setting up meetings and even joining some meetings over video call. He was instructed to keep his camera off for these unless told otherwise. Before work each morning Max would go to the gym and on Tuesdays and Thursdays he would go after work instead so that he could be on the same schedule as Tara. Max still started his mornings on his knees in front of Denver but Denver had gotten busy and rarely had time for Max to pleasure him. On the few days where he flopped his girthy meat in front of him Max was diligent in his effort to finish him quickly. His technique continued to improve and Denver appreciated his efficient work. On the days where Denver didn’t have enough time to use Max he would have Max bend over his desk so that he could spank him and mead his backside with his hands. Sometimes he would have Max undress and stand in various positions so that he would have something nice to look at while he scrolled through his emails. Max also began visiting Harry’s office on the days Denver didn’t need his services. He didn’t outright offer himself to Harry but he liked the way Harry looked at him and he wouldn’t be opposed to sucking his dick. Harry never took him up on it though. Sometimes he would grope Max a little but nothing more. Max became more **** for Harry’s attention.

Sometimes when Max would leave Harry’s office, Dylan would call him to his office. He would have Max turn a circle in front of him or lift his skirt and shake his ass. Max would do it, if only to move on with his day. One day Dylan had Max sit on his lap. Max felt his large bulge through his pants. Dylan stroked a finger over Max’s cage and groped at his tits. It was almost **** as his cock struggled against the unforgiving plastic prison.

“You can take that off while you’re in here.” Dylan whispered, flicking the little padlock. Max fought his discomfort but soon relented, removing the cage and allowing his erection to spring free. As soon as be did Dylan grabbed hold of him. Max squealed and Dylan covered his mouth. Dylan stroked him as he squeezed his body against his. Max stared at the ceiling, his head locked in place by Dylan’s grip as his body betrayed him. Dylan’s grip and motion were awkward but Max dribbled precum anyway. He squirmed but never too hard, his mind focusing in on the coming orgasm.

“You talk a big game but you’re just a little slut at the end of the day. You tell me no and say you would never but look at how easily you change your mind. I bet if I stopped stroking you right now you’d let me fuck your little hole just to cum wouldn’t you?” Max moaned into his hand in response, unable to think of a proper response and knowing he might be right. Mercifully Dylan did not stop and Max erupted in orgasm, sending droplets of white cum all over Dylan’s desk and his own clothing. Max shook in his grip and Dylan shifted his hand from Max’s mouth to his throat and continued to massage Max’s sensitive shaft. Max bucked and jerked as Dylan held him down. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure and raw touch flooded Max’s brain. Dylan released him and Max’s squirming sent him to the floor, his head between Dylan’s knees facing the desk.

“Clean this up please.” Dylan said with disgust. Max attempted to recover as he slowly lapped up his ejaculate from Dylan’s desk. “Classic little cum dumpster.” Dylan chuckled as Max drew his tongue past his keyboard. Max stumbled to his feet and walked out of Dylan’s office in a haze, cum spattered across his skirt.

Dylan didn’t make a move like that again but now he reminded Max everyday how he owed him one. Max would nod or laugh but he knew he was serious.

March rolled around and Max was seeing the results from the gym. His arms were were a little more toned and his back showed some musculature now, but his ass looked incredible. It was larger and more rounded but it would balloon out when he flexed. Some of his pants fit almost uncomfortably tight and it almost felt lude to wear yoga pants. Tara had noticed as well and couldn’t keep her hands off the mounds that her encouragement had helped build. She would slap and pinch him every chance she got and it felt like being back at work sometimes. Max didn’t mind it though since she was clearly just happy for him. Tara had also started seeing a guy at the gym. They flirted while Max was there and it was a little awkward. Tara didn’t work out with him but she would sometimes leave with him.

“It’s not like the best sex I’ve ever had, but he puts me to bed every time he comes over. I cum like 2 or 3 times every time.”

“I’m happy for you!” Max was honest. He was glad his friend was happy.

“Thank you! I usually get bored of one dick but he knows how to just blow my fucking back out you know?”

“Yah.” Max didn’t really.

“I can tell you’re getting jealous so I’ll stop.”

“No sorry, I am a little jealous but just because I can’t get that guy to make a move.”

“Hmmm. Have you tried making a move?”

“I flirt constantly and even show skin, I’ve made it very obvious.”

“Maybe you just need the right opportunity. Catch him while he’s not busy.”

“Yah I guess.”

“Have you tried asking him out to to somewhere? Like where do you run into him usually?”

“I work with him.” Max said a little embarrassed.

“Ahhh.” Tara was quiet for a minute. “Yah I mean just ask him out for a drink or something. You’re young, you’re hot, why would he say no.”

“I think he has a wife or something, not sure what’s going on with that.” Max sighed.

“That would do it. It’s in his court. It sounds like he’s already crossed that boundary so I’d say its not on you. Get some dick and get out.” Tara smiled but she seemed a little less excited. Max felt like it was possible her divorce was caused by her ex being unfaithful.

“Have you ever experimented with girls?” Max changed the subject after a bit of silence.

“Of course. I like girls too, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but the person I was then wasn’t ready for a real relationship. It was timing that I married a guy. Why, you like what you see?” She gestured at her body and patted her ass.

Max flushed a little. “No sorry, I wasn’t trying to make a pass at you.”

“It’s okay, I was mostly kidding around with you.” Max felt conflicted. He really enjoyed his friendship with Tara but she was also one of the hottest women he’d ever met. Her personality was so sexual that he found it hard to think about anything else when he was with her.

“Not that I wouldn’t, I just really like being friends with you.” Max stumbled over his words.

“You’re fine. I like being friends with you too. It’s nice to have hot friends.”

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“Maxine!” Denver’s voice echoed in the office behind Max. He jumped up from his desk and hurried through the door to Denver’s office. The associates and analysts avoided eye contact as Max hustled past their desks.

“Sir?” Max said as he entered Denver’s office.

“Maxine, did you send out the invoice copies to the Harari file on Monday like I asked?”

“No sir, I sent it on Tuesday, the post office was closed by the time I got there.”

“Well they got it too late for their meeting. You should be shipping these express, we’ve talked about this.”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.” This was as mad as Max had ever seen his boss.

“That’s not good enough.” He pointed at his desk. Max went to close the door. “Leave it open.” Denver’s voice was cold. Max walked over to the desk and surmised that he was to bend over it. His short skirt left his ass almost completely visible by the time his face was near the fine wood. “This is unacceptable. This could have cost us the account.” Denver delivered a hard smack to Max’s waiting flesh. It echoed through the office and Max gasped quietly. “You have to meet the standard of work that we are paying you for.” He slammed his hand into Max’s backside again, leaving a red imprint as he pulled his hand back again. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” He smacked him again.

“Yes, yes sir.” Max said desperately as his ass buzzed with pain. Denver rained several more blows onto Max’s toned glutes, each one shaking Max’s whole body and causing him to yelp. He was hitting him pretty hard and Max felt tears well in his eyes.

“You can’t just be a dumb little cum dumpster. You’re here as a secretary too. If you were just here to suck dick, you’d be on your knees 8 hours a day do you understand?” Max cried out as Denver struck his already raw backside.

“Yes sir, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was an honest mistake.” Denver spanked him again. “I’m really sorry sir.” Max barely said without crying.

“Peralta!” Denver called into the other room. One of the analysts hurried in. “Take off your pants.” Peralta dropped his trousers to reveal his boxers underneath. “If you want to just be a dumb little slut, you can be that. Go over there and do the part of your job you’re good at.” Max stood, his ass throbbing from the ****. He walked over to Peralta and dropped to his knees. He fished his dick out of his pants and took it in his mouth. Peralta was flaccid and Max applied his usual techniques, trying to tempt his arousal. As Max massaged the shaft with Peralta’s balls in his mouth Denver watched him work.

“Alright Peralta, get the fuck out of here. Limp dick pussy.” Denver spat. Peralta hurried out of the room as fast as he good, his pants still barely above his knees. Max knelt with tears in his eyes in partial view of the entire office. Denver grabbed Max by the hair and pulled him to stand next to him. Max saw so much anger behind his eyes and it scared him. Denver dragged Max through the office, out the door by his desk, out the door to the office and to the mens restroom. He pushed Max into one of the urinal stalls.

“On your knees, face me.” Max did as he was told. “Don’t move.” Denver stormed out. Max sat there stunned. What was he going to do to him now? The door opened and someone Max didn’t recognize walked in. He stopped and hesitated, seeing a woman kneeling on the floor in front of the urinal. He turned around and left the bathroom. Max was mortified. He almost got up to leave but thought better of it. After another minute, Denver walked in. He taped a piece of paper to the wall next to Max and then produced a pair of handcuffs. He put one on Max’s left wrist, wrapped it behind the urinal pipe, and the snapped it onto the right. Max looked at the sign to his left.

‘Urinal slut, please use me’ it read. Max looked up at Denver. Denver looked down at Max, his victim handcuffed on the bathroom floor dressed in a black tanktop, a short black skirt and fishnet leggings, his makeup smeared at the edges. He smiled.

“This should learn you your lesson. Let’s get the tip jar started.” Denver unzipped his pants and hung his meat in front of Max’s face. Even after all this the sight of his thick shaft dangling in front of him sent a thrill through him. Before he could lean in a hot splash of urine struck his face.

“Open your mouth.” Denver growled softly. Max did as he was told and a hot jet of liquid struck the back of his throat. He coughed as the stream continued to flow down into his stomach. He gulped and tried to catch the flow as it sputtered out of the tip of Denver’s cock. It dribbled down his chin and the smell filled his nostrils. He stuck out his tongue as the last drops fell and Denver shook his shaft, splattering Max’s face with his waste.

“I’ll see you at the end of the day.” Denver stowed his weapon and left the bathroom. Max’s day went about as expected. The employees loyal to Denver took one look at Max and took advantage of the new facilities. They emptied their bladders into his stomach by way of his mouth. Max gulped each stream dutifully and diligently, taking pride in his humiliating task. Some of them made Max hold the head in his mouth so that they could have a cleaner piss while others made sure to spray Max in the eye or to soak his clothes. Those that felt sorry for Max either apologized before proceeding to use him as a toilet anyway, or peed at the adjacent urinal, staring down at him as they did so.

Peralta came in and came straight over to Max. He unleashed a long stream on the young mans face, smiling as he did so. Max attempted to shift his head so that he could catch the stream but his eyes stung as they were assaulted by the warm acidic liquid.

“You made me look stupid in front of the boss.” Peralta said angrily. “You deserve this.” He shook his dick at Max to maximize the mess. Max was a wreck by this point, his clothes and face were soaked and his makeup smeared down from his eyes and cheeks. His stomach was uncomfortably full and warm and it was noticeably distended, poking out under his top where it normally was flat and toned. Peralta turned around and pulled his pants further down. Max’s heart stopped. No.

“Clean it.” Peralta commanded. Max hesitated, a little relieved he wasn’t about to shit in his mouth but also not wanting to do him any favors. “Clean it you dumb slut!” Peralta’s words echoed in the bathroom and Max leaned forward, his arms pulled uncomfortably backwards over his head. He stuck out his tongue and it was soon greeted by the hairy warmth of Peraltas ass. It tasted like sweat but had clearly been cleaned recently. Peralta groaned as Max dove his tongue into his hole and lashed it around.

“Lick it up and down like youre a fucking toilet bitch.” Max began lapping from Peraltas taint to where his cheeks met his back. He used his face like toilet paper. “That’s right. You’re my little toilet bitch now. I’m gunna go back into the office and pound 6 bottles of water and come right back here. I’m gunna fill you up until you pop like a little bitch balloon.” Peralta gripped the back of Max’s head and crushed his face as deep into his ass as it would go. He mashed and shook Max’s head as Max desperately licked at any part of his asshole he could make out with all the jostling. His nose crunched against his pelvis and yet Max continued tongueing his sweaty hole like his life depended on it. Max was feeling acceptance set in. He was just their little bitch, he’s chosen to enjoy the other stuff, why not derive what little pleasure he could from this? Unable to breathe Max opted to lavish as much of Peralta’s salty hole as he could. His tongue poked in and out. As he entered Max made sure to waggle it and clean every inch he could reach. His own saliva began to well up around his nose as he scrubbed every inch of his crevice. Max couldn’t help but feel a mix of humiliation and a dark enjoyment. There was something satisfying about being used like an object and looked down upon. It was almsot freeing. He was a human bidet and he didn’t have to think or choose, he just had to plant himself at the exit to this mans bowels and get to work. The smell and taste mixed in his head and he barely attempted to find air as he pressed forward, his arms aching as he ignored them to pursue every wrinkle and smooth inner wall of his abuser’s hole. When the cold air of the bathroom wafted across the mess on his face, Max was almost dissappointed. Peralta stepped away and admired his work.

“I guess this makes up for you humiliating me.” He delivered a light kick to Max’s groin, his cage made a clacking noise and Max doubled over, still restrained by the cuffs. “Don’t ever fuck with me again.” Max struggled to draw breath as the pain in his testicles spread to his stomach. He cramped and his cage felt tight. Just another part of being an object of pleasure he thought as his cock fought against it’s prison. Peralta left Max to marinate in his waste.

Max spent the rest of the day enduring his punishment. Now that the lunch rush had faded Max spent most of the time trying to find a comfortable position. His arms ached and his clothes smelled. Every once in awhile someone would walk in and he would kneel at attention for his next drink. His stomach felt like it would burst and he had to pee something fierce. None of the other men were so harsh with their treatment as Peralta. They all made use of him like he wasn’t a person, just a receptacle for their waste and enjoyment, but they were not cruel. If not for the intense pressure in his stomach, Max could see himself even enjoying parts of this. He would never tell anyone this, but it made him useful and gave him purpose. He liked the way they looked at him as he gargles the yellow liquid, like he was an impressive tool. He liked making eye contact as the torrent of harsh waste struck the back of his throat. He yearned to remove his cage and show his gratitude as they used him.

Denver walked in around 4pm.

“Good work Max. I hate to punish you this way but lessons have to be learned correctly.” Peralta walked in behind Denver. “That said, I heard Peralta took advantage of you and kicked you without your or my consent. This is unacceptable behavior. Therefore he will be taking your place.” Denver uncuffed Max and Peralta sat in the puddle that had formed there. Denver cuffed him the same way. Max noticed Peralta got to keep wearing his suit.

“Max, once you’re done in here, wash up and head home. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Denver left. Max stood over Peralta and could not unlock his cage fast enough. His bladder felt like it would explode. As soon as the plastic came away his stream escaped from the tip and he directed it at Peraltas face. It frothed against his skin and into his nose and mouth.

“I’m recycling everyone’s waste at you, including yours. Who’s the little toilet bitch now.” Max laughed as he soaked his tormenter. Peralta barely tried to drink it and mostly attempted to avoid it but Max gripped his head and shoved his head into his mouth mid stream. Peralta chugged the vile liquid. As Max finished he left his dick in Peralta mouth, enjoying the warmth of it.

“Suck it clown.” Max commanded. Peralta looked up at him through his soaked hair and pleaded with Max’s cock still in his mouth. “Suck it or I’ll make sure Denver fires you.” Max wasn’t sure he had this power but he finally had someone lower on the totem pole than him and he intended to make use of it. Peralta began his awkward work of pleasuring Max. He wasn’t particularly skilled or careful but Max was drunk on the power that his **** had given him. He was also pent up. His acceptance of his fate had left his shaft uncomfortably confined, preventing him from truly enjoying being used the way he was now using Peralta. Soon enough Peraltas sorry excuse for a blowjob did it’s work and Max pulled out to finish on his face.

He washed up and went to grab his clothes and go home.