Jack

Scenario 2: Jack

Jack stood confused at the front desk of his workplace. He was notified to come in today from his boss, only to remember that it was Saturday. The office was closed on the weekends, which made it all the odder to be asked to be here. Jack pressed on his dick through the pants uncomfortably, the claustrophobic feeling was the worst. “Glad to see you actually came.”

Jack jumped and spun around to see Mr. Normand smirking at him. “Of course sir.” Jack paused when he noticed something in his boss’s hands. “What did you want?” Mr Normand walked closer to Jack. The little duffle bag he was carrying clinked with each bounce.

“I want you to change roles.” Jack gasped, feeling Mr. Normand grip his dick through the pants. “I’ll give you a new job for higher pay. How does that sound?” Jack bit his lip trying to find words. His dick felt more sensitive than normal. He jacked off earlier this morning but the yearning for release hasn’t left. “Well?”

Jack moaned when Mr Normand rubbed. With growing need within him Jack spoke up, “What job?” His boss grinned before letting go of his dick, leaving Jack with only one sensation. Claustrophobia, it felt all encompassing with the tightened feeling in his pants. Jack’s skin buzzed as his chest constricted. He needed to let it out. Jack reached for his waistband as Mr. Normand held out the duffle bag to him. “Sorry sir.” With a quick tug Jack let his hefty balls and dick flop out into the air.

Jack let out a relaxed sigh, the constriction finally gone. Mr Normand didn’t seem to care at seeing his dick, his smirk turning into a full blown grin. “I think you will love my offer.” Jack took the duffle bag, a little confused. “I will pay you triple what you earn if you accept.” Jack opened the bag, peering into it. His dick throbbed as he looked at the contents inside.

Cowprint chaps, cow ear headband, cow tail butt plug, and a cowbell choker. Jack felt his heart pound in his chest as he stared at the items in the bag. He really enjoyed the way his head clouded yesterday. But it was scary to think about. He was reduced to a mere animal, completely at the will of his boss. “It is up to you.” Jack wanted to feel that way again.

“What would my duties be?” Mr Normand grabbed a sheet of paper from his pocket as well as a pen. “Sir?”

“You will be my personal little cow. You will be fired from your previous role and instead work directly for me. Anything I ask of you, you will do. If any legal repercussions come from it, I’ll handle them for you. As long as you sign the contract.” Jack stared at the paper in Mr. Normand’s hand, his dick throbbing. “Like I said, triple your earnings.”

Jack bit his lip and reached out to grab the paper. His dick throbbed reminding him how full his balls were. “As a cow I get milked right?” Mr Normand nodded at Jack. With a lust fueled decision Jack grabbed the pen and scrawled his name on the sheet. Mr Normand snatched the paper away quickly.

“Get dressed. I want all of your clothes to go in the bag.” Jack stood confused, the job started now? “I don’t wish to repeat myself. Get in uniform.” Jack nodded hastily, stripping and getting into the outfit, leaving the bell in the bag. He dick was already drooling but he couldn’t help but look around nervously.

He felt so exposed without anything really covering him. He wouldn’t be able to hide his dick, and that was forgetting to mention the obvious buttplug that was a surprisingly good feeling. He looked at his boss and laughed nervously. He kinda wished he read those papers now, “Do we have to do this out here?”

Mr Normand’s grin faded a little. “Yes.” Jack’s heart pounded as he gripped the cowbell choker to muffle the sound. He couldn’t turn into an animal yet.

“Is the bell necessary?”

Mr Normand was now frowning. “No complaining.”

“This may be a fantasy job for anyone but this is a bit too much even for me.” Jack feigned a smile at Mr. Normand and paused, realizing his card was about to activate. With a burst within his chest Jack’s eyes fell to his crotch. His mouth started to water as his thoughts filled with the memory of drinking down his boss’s cum. “I signed the contract- fuck it.”

Throwing the bell choker around his neck he dived down on his boss sending them both to the hard floor. The cowbell’s clank made his body burn up, his nipples burning hot. Jack let out a small moo as he stared at his boss’s face. Leaning down Jack met their lips, his body surging him to seek whatever pleasure he can. “That's the spirit boy. Get to work.”

Jack nodded with a dopey grin and a small whisper, “Yes sir.” The last bit of will power left Jack’s mind as he slid down and greeted his prize. His boss’s dick was happily standing proud as he fished it out. With a soft moan Jack wrapped his lips around the cock. The taste of precum sparked memories within Jack’s mind. Fertile, enjoys voyeurism. A new fetish was starting to peek through the taste causing Jack to work the shaft better.

His head bobbed up and down, only causing himself more pleasure. His dick throbbed, leaking its own precum from the situation. With a pop he got off the now wet dick, moaning in soft moos. “There's my big bull.” Mr Norman grinned, grabbing the base of his dick. “Get your protein, boy.”

Jack licked the tip, his body urging him to continue. Without a second thought he dove onto the hard member for the second time, ready to get the load. Mr. Norman tilted his head back, groaning from the pleasure. Jack’s hands gripped onto Mr Norman’s hips, forcing the two even closer. The dick in his mouth throbbed before spurting.

“Fuuuuck!” Jack gulped it down, his mind starting to clear from the haze of lust. His boss definitely had a new fetish for cow men. Jack pushed off the man, the reality of what just happened kicking in. “So rough Jack. Give me a second.”

Jack looked around at the empty parking lot. One lone car passed by on the road, causing a red tint to bloom across his face. “What did you say the work schedule for this was?” Jack looked back to his boss, who was already fixing up his nice suit.

“Anytime I ask.” Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he watched his boss stand and extend an arm out. “I hope that is no issue. It would be unfortunate if this got out to the public.” Jack paled, taking the hand offered.

“It’s no issue sir.” With a clank the bell rang out, a haze starting to cloud Jack’s thoughts again.

“Good.”