Denver Returns

Max was struggling to pick an outfit for the day. Denver was back in the office and he wanted Max to be the first person he talked to. Max wanted to pick something that would please Denver but that didn’t invite him to touch. Something that would make him happy to just look at Max. He had laid out a bunny costume composed of black leggings, a leotard bunny piece, ankle and wrist furls, a choker, and a headband with ears. It also had a bunny tail butt plug which Max felt was a nice touch but was more than he was comfortable with, which meant Denver would like it. The other outfit was a short dress that furled outwards at the waist with black stockings, a collar, and a simple bit gag. The bunny costume felt like it was a more complete look and therefore maybe happier for eye candy, but the dress felt safer for some reason and a little bit more faux business. Max ultimately decided on the bunny outfit hoping that it seemed more like playboy than prostitute.

Max arrived to the office and rushed through his daily duties filling the coffee machine, the printers, washing the dishes and testing all the equipment. He brewed a cup of coffee and waited for Denver. It was 7:50am and there was nobody else there. Max heard the door from the coffee room and hurried out to find Denver. He looked tired.

“Good morning sir, I have your coffee.” Max held out the cup for him. Denver took it wordlessly, he was typing with one hand on his phone.

“Is this cold?” Denver looked at Max intensely.

“Uh no sir it shouldn’t be, I just brewed a fee minutes ago.” Max had never seen Denver like this.

“Get me another one. I need it hot. Bring it to me in my office.” He pushed past Max and closed his door with a mild slam. Max began brewing another pot and began to feel nervous about this meeting.

*knock knock* Max tapped his knuckles on Denver’s large wooden door.

“Come in.” Denver said impatiently. Max walked his coffee over to his desk. Denver had shed his coat and was removing his tie. His muscles showed through his shirt and Max watched him as he pulled his shirt out of his waistband.

“Sorry Max, it’s been a long week. My neck is killing me, last time I fly economy.” He massaged his neck.

“Do you want me to give you a massage?” Max asked nervously. “My mom used to ask me to work on her neck all the time.”

“That would be incredible.” Denver sat in his chair and Max walked around to help him. He unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt and Max began kneading his broad shoulders with his fingers. His hands looked tiny on Denver’s large back. Max worked and squeezed the tense muscles in Denver’s neck and back as Denver sipped on his coffee and booted up his computer. Max watched him start to open emails.

“Will you take off my shirt? I feel like it’s getting in the way.” Denver shifted his shoulders as if to emphasize the point. Max stepped to Denver’s side and began unbottoning the rest of his shirt. He had to lean over Denver to get both hands on the buttons. As he reached the last one Denver pushed back in his seat so that Max could help him remove his shirt. Max stared at his muscular chest for a moment and then placed the shirt on the coat rack. When he returned Denver was removing his shoes. Max hesitated.

“Go ahead, I won’t bite.” Denver said over his shoulder. Max returned to his task, massaging Denvers smooth skin and tense muscles. He worked his hands as hard as he could, he could feel how tense he was. Denver continued browsing his email. “These long trips are so exhausting. You fly out, you give a presentation so you can make enough money to pay your people back home, you fly out the next morning and do it again.” Denver leaned back and sighed. “No time for yourself, no one there to keep you company.” Max was still a little uneasy but Denver’s smooth voice and nice cologne were putting him at ease. His thick shoulders shifted as he shifted his weight around. Max could feel the power of his body. “I’d love to bring some company with me next time. Tanya used to go with me. She made it all so much easier.” Max felt like he knew what Denver wanted to hear.

“I could go with you sometime.” Max said hesitantly.

“It might be a little much for you right now. You’re still figuring it all out.” Max felt a little wounded by that comment.

“How else will I learn?” Max said with confidence.

“In due time.” Denver sighed. Max continued massaging him for another 15 minutes. His hands were getting tired and his wrists burned a bit with the effort. “Would it be horrible for me to ask you to do my feet too?”

“No sir.” Max thought of his poor hands but took the moment to stop. He went to kneel on the pad by Denver’s desk. Denver took off one sock and placed his big foot on Max’s knees. Max began rubbing the bottom with his thumbs, gripping the tops with his other fingers.

“Oh that feels good.” Denver moved his other foot onto Max’s lap, the weight was almost too much and Max shifted into a sitting position with his legs crossed. He continued working the left foot and Denver’s right foot stretched between Max’s legs and landed on his crotch. It wasn’t hard but his foot was now pressed against Max’s manhood through the thin tights of his bunny costume. Max became acutely aware of the butt plug being shoved deep by his new position.

“Kiss ‘em would you?” Denver said with his eyes closed and his head laid back in his arms. Max looked up at him. Kissing another man’s feet felt wrong. He bent double and gave the top of one of his toes a little peck. Denver’s right foot pressed into Max’s loins, pushing his cock to the side and his sack up against his crotch. It was uncomfortable but it also felt like he was pushing the juices in his balls up into his cock, it was like electric pleasure. Max took his meaning and bent to kiss his feet again, this time placing kisses on all his toes and then moving to the top of his foot. He felt like an idiot.

“You ever had sex Max?” Denver asked nonchalantly.

“I have.” Max lied, he’d had a girlfriend in college while he was there that he had fooled around with but they never actually did the deed before she moved.

“Oh yah? Who with?”

“College girlfriend.” Max was nervous but weirdly felt like he could talk to Denver. He bent to kiss his other foot.

“I had sex for the first time in middle school. I’ve always been a horny bastard. I don’t like to go more than a week without at least putting my dick in someone’s mouth, ya know what i mean?”

“Yah, heh, I get it.” Max laughed nervously.

“Yah i get really grumpy if it’s been too long.”

“Totally.” Max agreed, worried about where this was going.

“Will you suck on my toes now?” Denver asked. He picked foot up and put it closer to Max’s face. Max felt like he didn’t have a choice. He took Denver’s foot in his hands and closed his lips around his big toe. It wad salty but not unpleasant. He sucked on it and let his lips go with a pop. He looked up at Denver and realized he was rock hard. His dick was jutting off to the side on his pants and the imprint was massive. Max took two of Denver’s other toes in his mouth but didn’t take his eyes off the snake in his pants. It was mesmerizing. Max drew his eyes back and forth across it’s length. He wondered what it smelled like. He even started to imagine the taste as he continued to suck on Denver’s toes.

“That’s really good. How are you feeling?”

Max continued to stare at Denver’s cock. He almost wished he had such a big cock so he could fuck all these women. He wanted a weekly blowjob. But he knew that wasn’t for him.

“You want to see it?” Denver asked, looking directly at Max now.

“Sorry sir.” Max resumed his lavishing of Denver’s feet.

“Dont apologize, I’m used to it.” Denver unzipped his slacks and released the button. Max could barely comprehend the way his cock flopped out of his pants. It plapped against his thigh and hung there like an arm. Max froze with Denver’s foot still in his mouth. He felt like he was watching himself from above, taking in this ridiculous situation. How did he end up with his boss’ foot in his mouth, his cock looming above him. He felt like his brain had shut off and the sight of Denver’s massive snake shook him back to reality.

Denver stretched his arms above his head, his member shifting around, propped up by his waistband, teasing it only a few feet from Max’s face.

“Sir, why are you taking off your pants?” Max asked dumbly.

“I’m just getting relaxed Max, it’s been a long week for me. Too many hours in a suit, too long since I’ve had a chance to release.” Denver reached down and started stroking his cock, slowly running his hand up and down the shaft. As his hand went down it lilted menacingly towards Max and as he ran his hand up towards the tip the base pulsed as if his skin could barely contain the pure essence within. Max watched with horror as his hand reached up Denver’s leg to rest on his inner thigh. He resumed his work on Denver’s feet, pressing his face against the bottom of his foot and licking from the heel to the toes. His mind was a fog of desire and fear. It almost felt to Max like his body was moving without direction, his mouth practicing for the real thing looming above him.

Denver continued to massage his shaft, but he shifted his weight and pulled his pants down to reveal the large leathery brown orbs beneath. They folded out of his pants, heavy and full. Max felt his cock twitch and realized that his dick was protruding out of his tights creating an obvious tent, the precum already creating a dark spot where the tip pressed against the fabric.

“I knew I chose well when we hired you. Have you done this before?”

Max shook his head, drawing his tongue across the ball of Denver’s foot. He never took his eyes off Denver’s crotch, afraid that if he looked away the snake might bite him or disappear.

“God I needed this.” Denver groaned with satisfaction, “You really are a natural.”

“Thank you sir.” Max began massaging Denver’s feet again, his mouth had gotten dry and he needed a moment before he went back to cleaning every inch of Denver’s feet with his tongue. Denver began stroking his cock faster, precum began to leak from the tip in a steady stream. It ran down the shaft and over his hand and began to drip on his chair. Max watched the sticky liquid as it slid and dribbled down to Denver’s chair.

“Will you clean that up?” Denver asked, watching Max the whole time. Max set one of Denver’s feet aside and shifted to his knees, moving between Denver’s thighs as he did so. He bent forward and placed his mouth over the small puddle of precum sitting on the edge of Denver’s chair. Max forehead pressed against Denver’s scrotum, he could feel it’s leathery warmth imprinting itself on his soft skin. He could almost feel the hot liquid boiling within waiting to escape. Max slurped the clear substance off the chair, making sure to apply his tongue to the leather to make sure nothing was left behind. He sat back on his knees and swallowed. The salty sticky precum had a distinct aftertaste but Max consumed it all the same. He liked the sensation on his tongue as he swirled it around in his mouth. He felt like he was in a trance. All of this would have horrified him a week ago but now it was something he couldn’t control. It wasn’t fun or painful of uncomfortable or exciting, it was pure instinct.

Max sat between Denver’s legs, the smell of his sweat and semen overpowering every other sense Max had. He watched Denver stroke his shaft vigorously, watching Max the whole time. The precum was coming in a steady flow now and Max bent to slurp it from the chair again, this time coming away with strands of the stuff coming off his lips. He licked them clean as he made eye contact with Denver.

“You want to taste the real thing?” Denver asked. Max nodded but didn’t move. Denver hadn’t invited him to touch him and Max chose not to offer it. Suddenly Denver’s hips bucked a little and his heavy orbs contracted. Denver grabbed Max by the back of the head and pushed his cock to his lips. At first a small spurt shot out, striking Max’s upper lip and splashing across his face. The next spurt was much larger and covered Max’s nose, filling his nostrils with the musky smell of Denver’s seed. Next came the torrent, a steady burst of semen flowing from Denver’s loins directly into Max’s open mouth. He drank from it like it was fresh water, gulping and swallowing and **** down more cum than Max could imagine ever producing on his own. It was hot and thick and stuck to his throat, be coughed and it sprayed across his chin and onto the floor by his knees. Denver stroked his cock some more to squeeze the final drops from his shaft and sat back, his balls drained for now. Max knelt between Denver’s thighs, his face covered in his ejaculate as he attempted to finish guiding the final flow into his gut. He felt the warm seed filling his stomach. It was a pleasant feeling and Denver’s pleased look made Max feel even better.

“Clean yourself up.” Denver said, opening a drawer and handing Max a packet of wet wipes. Max began wiping the pools of Denver’s seed from his face, the haze in his head as thick as ever. It still felt like a dream. Max could barely open his left eye due to the weight of the stuff covering his eyelashes. He wiped at his eye and grabbed another wipe for the rest of his face. He went through 4 wipes before his face felt clean, there were cum stains on his leotard and the whole world smelled like the inside of Denver’s balls. Max looked up at Denver as he coiled his cock back into his pants. A drip of cum squeezed out of the tip of his cock as he made the adjustment. Max lurched forward and placed his lips around the head of Denver’s cock. His mouth was pushed halfway open just to get a seal around the head. He worked his tongue around the tip to slurp up the droplets. He only realized what he had done as he tasted more of the musky substance on his tongue. He pulled head back, Denver’s heavy member slipped from his mouth with a pop. Max sat back on his knees and swallowed.

“Keep this up and I’m going to have a hard time resisting you.” Denver said, looking down at the man between his legs dressed in a slutty bunny suit and finishing gulping down his cum.

“Thank you sir.” Max said instinctively. “I’m glad I was able to please you.”

“You’re going to have to do more to please me. I’d say I’m content right now.” Denver was smug. Max’s barriers had broken down quicker than any of his secretary’s in the past. He’d barely had to do anything to break him down, he was almost disappointed. The game was too easy.

“I understand sir.” Max was starting to sober up and was beginning to feel the shame and horror creep in.

“Stand up.” Denver said sharply. Max complied without hesitation. He stood up straight, only just above Denver’s eye line despite him sitting down. Max’s cock strained against the skin tight leggings and leotard, the dark precum stain was painfully obvious and Max wished he could adjust it without calling more attention to himself. Denver’s eyes were already devouring him, Max imagined Denver thinking of ways he would use his body and his cock stirred.

“I need you to talk to Harry about a cage.” Denver was matter of fact. “This is inappropriate for the work place, I can’t have you soiling yourself in my office like this. You need to keep up at least the appearance of professionalism.”

“Yes sir.” Max didn’t know what he meant but he didn’t want to ask. Max jumped as he felt Denver’s large hand touch his erection.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Denver said smoothly. He rubbed against Max’s package, the warmth of his hand made Max feel like he was going to melt. “You’ve been very good. I don’t want to spoil you but I think you’ve earned a bonus.” Denver continued to rub against Max’s package. His hand was soft but firm and the nylon of his leggings was adding a warm friction. Max’s cock felt sensitive and he squirmed a little bit as Denver continued to cup and massage his package, precum coursed from his tip.

“You like that?” Denver asked in a smooth almost teasing tone.

“Yes sir, it feels good.” Max was honest and his voice quivered. Denver’s hand continued it’s work, massaging his balls and drawing his hand up to the tip of his shaft, Max felt like he was being milked. “Are you happy here Max?” Denver asked as he stroked him.

“Yes sir.” Max trembled as waves of pleasure pulsed from his groin to his stomach.

“I think you’re ready to start taking on some more responsibility.” Denver reached his other hand around to Max’s ass. He caressed and pulled the soft flesh. His arm tightened around his waist and he pulled Max close. His hand was now able to reach around and he began pressing against the plug in Max’s ass. The pressure in his ass felt like it was pushing the cum up his shaft.

“Are you ready to start doing some more work around here?”

“What work sir?” Denver squeezed Max’s testicles and Max felt like be was going to burst. He tried not to focus on Denver’s deft hands manipulating his cock and toying with his sensitive asshole.

“This work, the real work.” Denver resumed rubbing Max’s cock against his stomach. He was careful to never actually grip Max’s shaft, rather he continued to push and rub and squeeze, Max’s brain was fuzzy with pleasure. “The work I hired you to do. It’s time for you to start taking some responsibility. You signed the contract, you’re not an intern anymore. You signed the NDA too, i bet you didn’t even read it. You were excited to become the little office plaything.” Denver’s hands continued to manipulate Max, be pulled and pressed on the plug and it was driving Max crazy, his hips bucked against him, eeking out as much depth and friction as he could. Suddenly Denver stopped. Max was so close to coming he groaned with frustration. Denver stuck his knee out between Max’s legs. “Finish yourself.” Denver commanded. Max wasn’t sure what to do, he brought his hands toward his cock and Denver slapped them away, he pointed at his knee. Max knelt down awkwardly, attempting to get into a position where he could finish. He didn’t care that he looked pathetic, he needed this release.

Max first sat on against his plug which got the juices flowing but he couldn’t get friction on his cock. He bent forward over Denver’s knee his face almost in Denver’s chest. He began to slide his pelvis across Denver’s knee and thigh. He looked like an animal in heat. He humped against Denver’s thick muscular thighs and used his knee to press against his sack. He grunted as he did so.

“Less like a bunny and more like a piggy.” Denver chuckled as he watched the young man grind against him. “Come on little piggy, oink for me.”

“Oink.” Max barely felt human anymore. His brain was full of the smell of Denver’s semen, his stomach warm with it. His cock was aching to burst and all he wanted was to relieve the pressure.

“Oink louder, you’re a dirty little pig, act like it.” Denver commanded.

“Oink, oink.” Max moaned through his humiliation. He continued to grind his cock and balls against Denver’s leg and finally he began to find the rhythm, his cock twitched and he felt a wave of warmth and pleasure. He continued to rub as his orgasm shook his hips and he bucked wildly. The thick sticky liquid splattered across the inside of his leggings and leotard, soaking the area with his shame. Denver removed his leg, not wanting to stain his slacks with his lackey’s cum. Max collapsed between Denver’s legs, his head resting in his crotch as his body finished its shaking. He looked up and Denver smiled down at the heap that was Max’s body. He backed his chair up and Max struggled to his knees.

“Good work today Max, I will have more work for you soon.” Denver woke his computer back up and began reading emails. Max stood awkwardly and began to leave.

“Sir I-“ max looked down at himself and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His crotch was stained with his own cum and there were dribbles of Denver’s all over the his chest.

“It’s fine Max, I’ll excuse the mess today, but next time let’s keep it professional.” Denver said dismissively. Max walked out of the room in his cum stained bunny costume to the busy bullpen as the associates were all just beginning their day. Max walked through the office, the evidence of his morning clear as day. The associstes and analysts gawked at him, they saw everything. Max felt like he might cry but held it back. He got back to his desk and sat with a squelch. The cum that pooled and covered his package was getting cold. He went to the bathroom to clean up as best as he could but there was no hiding it.

“Fun morning?” Max jumped out of his skin as Dylan came out of the stall.

“Hi.” Max stammered.

“Looks like you had a better one than me.” Dylan looked Max up and down, his eyes landing on his chest, “oh wow, so it’s like that now?” Dylan’s eyes were hungry. Max continued washing his hands with no comment, he didn’t know what to say. Dylan pulled out his phone.

“For posterity.” He said as he snapped a picture before Max could cover himself.