New Paradigm

Max woke the next day to a throbbing headache and an even more throbbing asshole. His fever dream of an experiment the night before had left its mark and his ring ached as he inserted his butt plug for the day. He wore a simple skirt and button up shirt that cut off at his midriff, he didn’t have the energy to do anything more than that. He gathered the rest of his stuff, locked his cock in it’s cage, and left for work.

It was a short walk from his new apartment to the office in a relatively safe part of town. He still wore his trench coat to hide the outfits but he could tell some people stared at him still. Men often checked him out assuming he was a woman. They would sneak peaks at his ass if they could and they often stared down at him as he walked past. He’d always been short but it was a different feeling being short and looked at like a piece of meat. It was kind of fun. Max noticed that the plastic cage would clack as he walked, the small padlock knocking against the cock prison. A man heard him coming up behind him and looked confused as he searched for the source of the noise.

Max arrived at the office at 7:05 and began his day. When Denver came in Max grabbed his coffee and went to his office. He kneeled in front of Denver and waited to be dismissed of asked to do something. Denver looked tired, his eyes were heavy and sunken today and he slouched on his chair.

“Everything alright sir?” Max asked from his knees.

“Just feeling a little tired. We have a big client coming into town next week and we have to pitch him to keep the account.” Max watched Denver’s lips, remembering the way they felt on his own.

“Anything I can do to help?” Max asked. Denver looked down at his secretary, looking Max over as if just noticing he was even there.

“Hmm. You might be able to actually. We’re going to take the client to dinner the night before the pitch, he’s staying at a hotel nearby and we’ll probably eat there. It might be helpful for him to have something pretty to distract him, get him in a good mood. Why don’t you join us?” Max felt giddy but wasn’t sure why. He felt important.

“I can do that.” Max said cheerily. Denver was quiet for a moment, still staring at the young man on his knees in front of him.

“What would you wear?” Denver seemed to be asking himself.

“I have a nice dress.” Max offered.

“Your tits aren’t big enough for that yet.” Denver said offhandedly. Max felt hurt by this comment. Did Denver not think he was attractive enough. “Maybe a dress with a nice shawl or light jacket?” Denver continued.

“Okay.” Max said quietly. He looked at his chest and squeezed his shoulders in to see how big his chest looked. Why did he care?

“Don’t worry, it’s just that this guy is picky and he liked Tanya’s tits. You look good.” Denver reassured him.

“Do you think I should get a boob job?” Max regretted opening this up but he couldn’t resist himself around Denver.

“If you want you can, but we don’t have time for that for this.” Denver said. “Tanya used to do a lot for this guy, if he likes you he might ask you to come back to his room with him.” Denver was blunt.

“Go back to his room with him?” Max was nervous and didn’t like the implication.

“No pressure to do that, just keep it in mind.” Max nodded.

Denver unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He dug his package out of his pants and folded out between his legs, right in front of Max’s face. Max breathed deeply through his nose, savoring the familiar musky scent of his boss’ massive dick. Max leaned in and pressed his face against the shaft, his brain going on autopilot again. Denver sighed as if relieved and Max lifted the heavy organ up to his mouth. He licked the tip, swirling his tongue around the small hole. He could feel the snake growing in his hands, his arm muscles felt the growing weight of the monster in his hands. Denver’s hand stoked Max’s hair as he began the work of pleasuring him. This wasn’t the first secretary that he’d had kneeling between his legs with his cock in their mouth but Max was getting to be one of his favorites. His compliant nature and eagerness to please made him easy to manipulate and he was fond of the enthusiasm with which he tried new things. Denver let out a soft groan as Max took the tip of his cock in his mouth. This little toy was perfect. His small warm mouth felt incredible around the head of his dick and the slow strokes of his soft hands had him hard as a rock.

Max began desperately thinking back to his practice the night before, suppressing his gag reflex and slowly bobbing lower and lower on Denver’s shaft, he was barely taking a third of it and the head of his cock was slamming against the back of his throat. Max could barely breathe but the salty taste of precum was enough to spur him onward. He was eager to drain Denver’s balls into his stomach. Max’s right hand continued to stroke the massive shaft that was buried tip first in his gullet but his left hand reached down to cup Denver’s testicles. The large leathery sacks were warm to the touch and Max could feel the raw poser emanating from them. He was eager to drink their contents and he began lightly squeezing and fondling his heavy orbs. Denver moaned quietly and Max took this as a sign that his balls needed more attention. He removed his lips from Denver’s tip with a pop and lifted the body of the snake with his right hand. He buried his face in the mass of dark flesh and began licking and sucking on half of Denver’s sack. He continued to stroke the shaft above his head as he lavished him. Denver loved this and pre cum dribbled out and into Max’s hair. He sighed and laid back, enjoying the expert care of Max’s mouth on his package. Max felt so small between his legs with his ballsack resting on his face. From here Denver’s shaft looked like a skyscraper and Max could do nothing but worship it’s might. He took one of Denver’s balls in his mouth and sucked, he could feel the tender orb between his lips. He continued to work Denver’s shaft but his arm was getting tired. He withdrew his mouth from Denver’s dangling power and returned the tip of his cock to his lips. He smeared it across his face and inhaled before diving forward to swallow as much of his length as he could. He choked and sputtered but stayed strong, his throat felt like it would tear and he could almost feel his vocal chords buckling under the pressure. He bobbed his head back and forth vigorously, he could feel Denver welling up, ready to release his seed. Max’s choked it down and noises he didn’t even know he could make came in unsteady bursts from his throat. Denver groaned and Max felt his balls contract. The first hot streak of Denver’s seed struck Max’s stomach directly, warming his insides and preparing him for the torrent to come. Max was familiar with Denver’s high production from last time but he still struggled to **** it down as he swallowed his load. It was thick and salty and Max relished the taste. He gulped as if from a fire hose, chugging Denver’s semen like it was life giving water. His stomach filled with the stuff and his gut felt warm. He sucked on the head, attempting to drain every drop of Denver’s essence from his pulsating loins. The orgasm ended and Mx sat there with Denver’s cock in his mouth, satisfied by his meal. He could feel precum dripping from his caged manhood.

“Thank you Max.” Denver sighed. “I think you’re ready to come to that dinner.”

Max smiled, Denver’s cock still in his mouth. Denver turned to his computer and began working, he nudged Max under the desk and Max sat there as an ornament for his cock for the next 20 minutes. The time passed quickly, Mx barely able to comprehend what he had become but not wanting it to end. He savored the smell and the flavor of his boss’ manhood, was comforted by his place as his cum receptacle. He was barely an object to Denver, Max thought, he has me under his desk holding his cock for him like a little bitch. And I’m doing it. He panicked internally as his dick strained against its prison, as his stomach glowed warm with Denver’s voluminous seed. He felt pregnant with his semen.

“I have to piss something fierce.” Denver said aloud. Max didn’t move a muscle. Denver looked between his legs and smiled. “You ready?” Max looked at him confused before a red hot stream entered his mouth. Max choked and fought back a cough as Denver relived himself into his stomach. Max’s mouth was hot and it tasted like battery acid. His brain short circuited and he sat there gulping down Denver’s cocktail of cum and urine. It filled Max’s belly and pressed against his stomach. Denver’s stream slowed to a trickle and Max swallowed obediently.

“Good girl Maxine.” Denver said. Max was stunned. “Did you like that?” Denver asked politely.

Max just nodded, not releasing the grip of his lips on Denver’s manhood.

Denver scooted back in his chair, his dick fell from Max’s lips for the first time in 30 minutes. Max’s mouth still tasted like his waste and his cum, his stomach was still cramping from swallowing both. Denver waved Max out from under the desk.

“Thank you Max, same thing tomorrow morning okay?” Denver said casually. Max nodded and left the room.