Walk of Shame

Max wore his maid outfit on Monday with the ball gag. He decided any excuse not to talk was worth considering. His butt plug still hurt to slide in but he noticed that he was getting used to it’s size. Not surprising since he was filled with some phallus shaped thing practically 24/7.

Denver arrived early that day and Max joined him in his usual position. He placed his coffee on his desk and knelt at his feet as he did every weekday, waiting for his morning helping of seed. Denver did not disappoint, folding his monster out of his pants without even saying a word past good morning to Max. Max began his routine, cupping his balls and massaging the shaft as he placed his lips daintily on the tip. He hadn’t spoken to Denver since he left dinner to go fuck Michelle.

“How does it taste?” Denver spoke up after about a minute of Max washing his tongue around the head.

“Good sir.” Max loved Denver’s taste.

“You don’t mind that it was buried in Michelle’s pussy not 4 days ago?” Denver was goading Max or testing him.

“Not my place to judge.” Max said through the side of his mouth, the rest of it occupied .

“She was good Max, strong but skinny, feisty but broke after 30 minutes. How was Jerry? You two seemed to get along well.”

Max popped Denver’s head from his mouth and used both arms to stroke his member. “You know that already don’t you?” Max said with an undertone of annoyance.

“It’s my business to know what my employee does on the clock. I’m asking how you felt about it.” Denver was stern but his tone shifted a little as Max’s now expert hands massaged the first drop of precum from him.

“It was more than I expected.” Max said flatly.

“Did you like it?” Denver pressed as he shifted his hips forward.

“I liked it. I didn’t love it, but I liked it.” Max was honest after having spent the weekend mulling it over and over in his head.

“He liked it quite a bit. He was dissapointed you dipped out on him, I think he wanted another taste.”

“I don’t think I could have done another taste.” Max was honest again.

“We’ll have to work on that.” Denver said in a rather seductive tone. “Would you come to another client dinner if I asked?”

“If you asked I would go.” Was Max’s reply as he took Denver’s head in his mouth again, this time pressing him deeper into his throat. He choked and coughed a little and pulled back to spread the saliva across his shaft with his tongue.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Max couldn’t tell if it was his answer or his choked lavishing that Denver was referring to.

“The christmas party might be another test for you.” Max stopped for a second, his tongue mid way down the shaft. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to suck every dick in the office or anything like that.” Denver reassured him, he resumed dragging his tongue towards Denver’s warm crotch. “If you don’t want to.”

Max licked at Denver’s sack as he stroked, taking each ball in his mouth one by one, applying pressure with his tongue but not wanting to cause any discomfort. Denver groaned with satisfaction as Max resumed sucking, wanting to taste the fruits of his labor as it began to dribble out. He swirled his tongue to maximize the flavor and swallowed as much as he could to prompt more ejaculate from his boss.

“Max, I want you to know that I’m very happy with your performance since you got here. You’ve taken to each new task with enthusiasm and resolve and that doesn’t go unnoticed.” Max’s stomach felt warm and he smiled a little as he shoved his nose as close to Denver’s pelvis as it would go, topping out at around halfway down Denver’s shaft. He gagged and coughed but resisted the urge to give ground, instead he attempted to open his gullet further to accommodate even more of Denver’s thick member. “That being said, expectations are high here. You’ve been well compensated for your work. You have an exorbitant salary for your position, an apartment that we pay for, and use of the firm credit card to fund your expenses. If you want to continue to grow here, you’re going to have to open yourself up to the possibility of taking on more responsibilities.” Denver groaned and grabbed Max’s hair, pushing him further down. Max had reached about 3/4 and his throat felt like it was going to buckle. Denver’s meat crushed against all sides of his throat, it mangled his gag reflex and sealed his windpipe. Max’s face turned red as he suffocated under the harsh burden. Despite this ****, Max didn’t fight to breathe, he bobbed his head back and forth, grinding his vocal chords trying to add more pleasure for Denver as he used his throat. Denver smiled which Max could barely see as his vision went spotty but he maintained eye contact with his boss as he threw his head back in throes of pleasure. Max felt the raging river through Denver’s thick flesh as it passed over his tongue, through the back of his throat and down towards his stomach. He felt it burst somewhere in his chest, drenching his esophagus in his spunk as it flowed down into his belly. Max rubbed his tongue along the bottom of Denver’s shaft, his vision fading to almost complete blackness. He didn’t even have to swallow, Denver deposited his seed directly into Max’s gut and something felt right about this. He was there to be used by Denver, he enjoyed it, he was happy to take the discomfort in order to make him happy. Denver pulled on Max’s hair, unsheathing his cock from Max’s throat as Max was about to pass into unconsciousness. Max coughed as the remains of Denver’s load spattered onto the ground and Max collapsed back onto his hands as he gulped down air. Denver looked down at his plaything and smiled, satisfied by the performance. Snot ran from Max’s nose and a mixture of saliva and cum slid from his mouth. He choked and sputtered until his vision returned to normal.

“Thats the kind of attitude I want to keep seeing from you.” Denver said proudly. Max bent to slurp up what had spilled from his throat and Denver put his shoe on his head as he did so. Max felt like a conquest. “Good girl Maxine, don’t be rude and **** the cleaners to clean up semen stains.” Max lapped up the remains of Denver’s seed as Denver rested his foot on his head. He dragged his face along the ground from the carpet to the fake wood paneling beneath his desk, being sure not to miss a drop. His head felt like a mop on the end of a heavy handle. He felt like Denver’s bitch. Part of Max felt offended that he would **** him like this. His stiff erection felt differently. Max finished his cleaning but didn’t rise until Denver released his head from it’s place beneath his foot. Max bent back up to look at Denver, the right half of his face streaked with dirty cum. Denver took Max’s face in his hand. “Just because I like you doesn’t mean you can forget your place here.” Denver patted Max’s cheek with his massive hand and sat back in his chair. “You can go.” Max replaced the ball gag and hid his erection. “Don’t forget your cage again. I see you trying to make a mess over there.” Max nodded and left Denver’s office.

Max’s prediction had come true. Every associate and analyst in the office knew that the line had been crossed. They all looked at him like it was open season on his ass.

“Maxine! Look at you helping out with the clients. I heard you handled a big load.” One of them joked as he passed by. Max didn’t even bother to laugh, it wasn’t clever, just crude.

The associate who had joked about taking a vacation with him came by and leaned over his desk. “Looks like our vacay might be more than just sun tans on the beach now huh?” Max smiled. “Don’t be like that, you’re a celebrity around here. Be proud of yourself. Just not too proud when we get to tahiti.” He winked and walked off. Their jeers and passes were nothing particularly new but the knowledge that they had all seen Max’s asshole dripping with a clients semen made it feel much worse. He knew what they were picturing when they slapped his ass or stared at his slowly forming breasts. By the time Max was home he was a nervous wreck, every eye on the street felt like another man trying to have their way with him. The publicity of it was almost too much to bear.