by AJ Gray
He took hold of his cock and tried to push it forward, but it was just too stiff and sprang back slapping against his belly. The two young women were trying their best not to burst into more hysterics.
“Ah, Ah, Ah, Ms Davenport said no touching,” warned Lisa.
“I’ve got an idea,” Keeley said smiling naughtily.
Adam held himself up by his strong arms, and leaned his legs, ass and back against the wall for support, his entire body was upside down. Keeley took hold of his cock, which now pointed downwards, placing the glass from the water cooler under it.
“Go ahead,” she instructed.
Adam thought of monsoon rains, cascading waterfalls and felt a sensation of relief wash over him as a steady stream of urine filled the glass. The release felt good. Lisa watching on shook her head, laughing at the bizarre sight. It was like something out of a sordid carnival show. Adam couldn’t believe he’d now not only shot his load into a glass for Keeley, but also peed into one. Keeley dabbed at his cock, cleaning any excess fluid before Adam righted himself.
“As good as new,” said Keeley looking down at his still bone rigid dick.
“I’ll take those,” Lisa said taking the glass and tissue away to be discarded, leaving Keeley and Adam alone for a second. Adam sensed an opportunity to end this agonising feeling.
“Please finish me off Keeley,” Adam implored. “I’m desperate,” he begged, thrusting his stiff cock towards her.
He no longer cared about his dignity or any semblance of respect, but knew if he were to do it himself, without permission, there’d be severe consequences.
Keeley was enjoying feeling such power over this buck-naked hunk. She held a finger up to her mouth as if thinking about it. She knew Adam had his flaws, but when the layers were stripped back, he wasn’t all bad. He just had a huge ego that made him act inconsiderately, with a lack of empathy. This discipline was definitely doing him good she thought.
“I’m sorry Adam,” she said finally. “But I just can’t get Lisa into any trouble."
Adam’s shoulders slumped forward in despair the agony was to continue.
Keeley soon left, and on the hour, Adam was stood back at his spot by the desk when Ms Davenport returned. She was accompanied by a red-headed women in her forties, in a black trouser suit, who didn’t seem fazed in the slightest seeing a stark naked man, with a thick, stiff, seven inch cock standing in the office. He’d clearly been discussed over lunch.
“Any trouble Lisa?”
“No, good as gold.”
Lisa gave Adam a wink.
“Good,” Ms Davenport said nodding. “That’ll be all for now."
After Lisa had departed the two women began discussing legal matters. Adam soon gathered from the conversation that the red headed woman was a high-powered lawyer of some sort.
“So what would the usual course of action be, for an insubordinate employee caught red handed in the act of stealing?” asked Ms Davenport.
Adam was clearly intended to hear this.
“There’d certainly be strong grounds for outright dismissal, with no compensation for the employee. Of course, they’d have to re-compensate the company for the cost of any items stolen,” she replied, clearly enjoying the exchange, knowing exactly whom it was intended for.
Adam was becoming increasingly angry at being paraded naked in front of whomever Ms Davenport chose. He was growing tired of her games and in a pique of frustration, spoke out:
“Yeah and what’s the punishment for sexual harassment?”
He regretted the words as soon as they’d left his lips. Ms Davenport was on him in a flash.
“How dare you!” she roared, standing in his face, his stiff cock only millimetres from touching her cream skirt. “The door is there,” she said gesturing towards it. “You have my permission to leave at any time.”
She’d called his bluff, his feet remained firmly where they were.
“No, in that case keep your mouth firmly shut unless spoken to,” she said coolly looking him over, as if unbelieving of his temerity. “In fact get on your knees, you don’t deserve to look at me at eye level.”
Adam kneeled and felt the cool polished marble floor against his knees. With his arms clenched behind him he looked like a prisoner of war, obeying an enemies command. Ms Davenport returned to her seat.
“Can you believe the cheek of it,” she said to the smirking redhead, who’d enjoyed seeing the clearly frustrated and, tetchy male stud, put back in his place.
She’d been impressed by Ms Davenport’s strong decisive authority. The way she’d speedily got the strapping man completely under her control again.
Ms Davenport’s action ensured the remainder of the meeting passed without incident. Adam’s new kneeling position felt even more embarrassing, if that was possible. It also meant his hard cock was always in his eye line, wherever he’d look, he couldn’t but be reminded of his intense arousal. As soon as the redhead left, Ms Davenport loomed over him.
“If you ever disrespect me like that again, you’ll lose far more than just your job!”
Into the afternoon Ms Davenport worked away, writing and responding to emails, researching new business opportunities. On the floor Adam’s body was aching all over and when Ms Davenport pressed the intercom, he wondered who’d be next to see him desperate and frustrated, at the mercy of his boss.
“Lisa, could you please send Claire up from I.T. I’m having a spot of bother uploading some new software, thank you.”
“With pleasure Ms Davenport.”
When Lisa escorted Claire into the office she found Adam’s position amusing. She thought his legs must have been tired, and Ms Davenport had allowed him to rest them. Little did she know of the scolding he’d received.
Claire following was astounded to see hunky Adam naked, hard, and with Ms Davenport sitting calmly behind her desk, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She’d seen handsome Adam around the building, always wondered if he had a buff body. Now she new, not only was that true, but he also had a supersized prick.
Adam didn’t recognise her, she was plain with mousey hair and glasses, not the sort of woman he’d pay much attention to.
“Hello Claire. I’m having some trouble with some software, could you please take a look.”
“Of course, no problem Ms Davenport.”
Claire rounded the desk, trying to keep from staring at Adam.
“I’ve got to pop out for few moments Claire, I’ll leave that with you.”
As Claire got to work on the laptop, Ms Davenport left the office. Adam’s brain was swirling, panicked, wondering when she’d return, end his punishment. He turned to his left and saw Claire bending over the desk, busily working on the laptop. She had a nice ass, peachy and firm, it pushed at the thin nylon of her grey trousers. He imagined himself grinding his cock on it, climaxing up and over her entire back.
“What the hell do you think your doing!” came the unexpected voice of Ms Davenport.
She’d returned without Adam noticing, snapping him out of his reverie. She marched over to him and pulled him up by his extraordinarily sensitive cock, and led him to a spot in front of the desk. Claire puzzled couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Do you think it’s acceptable ogling a colleague in the working environment?”
Adam sheepishly shook his head.
“I thought not,” said a stern looking Ms Davenport. She was enjoying this. “Let’s see how you like it. I want you to spin, slowly for me.”
Ms Davenport twirled a finger in a loop, showing what she wanted from him.
“You’re going to find out how it feels, Claire take a good look.”
As Adam slowly spun on the spot like the needle on an old record player, he couldn’t believe the double standard. He’d been ogled by nearly a dozen women today at Ms Davenport’s behest. As he spun around for a second, third and then fourth time, he bit his tongue, preventing himself from speaking out.
Claire certainly
wasn’t complaining. She feasted her eyes on him, having never seen such a juicy, meaty cock, and firm muscular body in the flesh.
“That’s enough,” said Ms Davenport finally.
Adam, humiliated, walked back to his spot by the desk and kneeled down.
“Its good to see you’re finally learning,” Ms Davenport said, watching him with her arms crossed.
When Claire had left, Ms Davenport got back to her work, unperturbed. The same couldn’t be said of Adam. The sensation in his cock was becoming indescribable, every tick of the clock seemed like an age. Ms Davenport pressed her intercom, what now thought Adam.
“Lisa could you please bring in a tissue, Adam seems to be dribbling.”
“Huh.” I’m not dribbling he thought mystified.
Lisa thought the same when she walked towards him, her heels clicking on the marble floor, but the realisation dawned as she looked down at throbbing Big Ben. Adam followed her gaze and saw a length of pre-cum dangling from it, swinging crudely. A puddle of it had also formed on the floor.
Amused, Lisa crouched down in that sexy feminine way with both legs together, and delicately dabbed a tissue on his penis, removing the long length of pre-cum. She cleaned the floor and then flashed Adam a cheeky smile.
“All taken care of Ms Davenport,” said Lisa, still grinning at him.
“Thank you,” she replied busy typing.
Lisa exited, leaving Adam wondering how much more of this he’d have to take, it was nearing five, surely he’d be allowed to leave soon. The intercom buzzed.
“Ms Davenport your five o’clock is here.”
The gold handle of the door went down and in walked Lisa escorting, Laura, Adam’s colleague and chief tormentor of a week ago. She’d spent all day at a conference, but upon learning of Adam’s predicament from Keeley, had quickly booked an appointment with Ms Davenport. For Adam this was a new low.
Up until last week he’d viewed her as a goody two shoes never doing wrong. Someone he’d soon have senior command over, to order and carry out any tasks he disliked. After her humiliation of him, however, he realised her butter wouldn’t melt image was just a projection, she was as manipulative as they come.
This just couldn’t be any better thought Laura, as she spotted Adam kneeling beside the desk. He looked like a tamed animal, like a Great Dane, a fully trained pet under the whims and fancies of its owner. A rival until last week, Laura had well and truly stamped her authority over him.
She looked flawless as usual in her above the knee, pink sleeveless dress, her luxurious dark brown hair falling behind her. She was shapely and athletic, a boys wet dream. Adam had well and truly more than met his match. As Lisa left, Laura took a seat, she’d brought a box of goodies with her.
“Hello Laura, I hear you have some new products to show me.”
Ms Davenport liked Laura, she was reliable and efficient, the sort of woman who had high standards and met any goals she set herself.
“I have one or two things that might interest you,” she said, pulling from a leather purse, a thin, pink, cylindrical piece of rubber that looked like a children’s toy.
Adam didn’t trust her and was staring at her out of the corner of his eye, warily.
“Hmm…if only we had a volunteer,” she said fixing her gaze on Adam.
Ms Davenport caught her drift.
“Adam get up here,” she ordered.
He got to his feet and stood next to Laura, who wasting no time, nonchalantly grabbed his big cock and began to wind the flexible pink rubber around it. Ms Davenport had a feeling these products were going to be a little trite, but she was only too happy to indulge a good employee like Laura.
“This is the Fleximo and has several uses, but this is my favourite.”
Laura fully wrapped the device around Adam’s cock, like a vine encircling a tree, before pressing a button on the end. The whole thing started to vibrate slowly, for Adam, agonisingly slowly.
“Something of a party piece,” said Laura smiling, revelling in Adam’s discomfort.
“How does it feel Adam?” asked Ms Davenport.
Adam managed only a long, deep, pleasurable groan.
“Looks like he likes it,” Ms Davenport concluded.
“Oh and if he misbehaves,” Laura said almost forgetting.
She held up a small remote, looked at Adam with a devilish grin, and pressed another button. Adam grimaced as the device let out an unexpected short, sharp, shock.
“Hah, how very funny,” said Ms Davenport.
As Adam’s cock pulsed to the slow steady beat of the Fleximo, Laura pulled out her second item. It was a black rubber gag that looked like a horses muzzle. They had to try this out, of course.
“The rubber is coated in a special chemical that makes it self-cleaning,” said Laura, attaching it around Adam’s head.
“Interesting,” said Miss Davenport, raising an eyebrow.
“Open up.”
Adam was still coping with the sensation of the Fleximo and was putty in Laura’s hands. He bit down on the rubber tube.
“Very good. I wish I’d only had this earlier,” said Ms Davenport, breaking into a chuckle.
Even then, Laura wasn’t finished with him. The next two objects she extracted from her box of tricks were some pink handcuffs, and a metal hook connected to a plastic sucker. Adam’s eyes widened when he saw them.
“I think a wall would be best for this,” mused Laura.
The two women walked over to a space by the wall, Laura leading Adam by his cock, keeping up her pretence of seriousness, explaining how the hook with the sucker could be stuck to a variety of surfaces.
“Very handy,” said Laura, reaching up on her tippy toes, suckering the hook high on the wall.
She told Adam to place his hands in front of him, he could tell she was loving this, but submissively followed her orders, being way, way, beyond resisting. She cuffed his hands and asked him to lift his arms. As he did so she hooked the chain of the handcuffs around the hook.
It left Adam stood, hard, helpless and with no voice to object. The clothed ladies surveyed the site of him, like a captive warrior at the mercy of two female tribe leaders. His big dick was leaking pre-cum again, the Fleximo still remorselessly stimulating him. It was then that the buzzer on Ms Davenport’s desk went off.
“There’s a Mr Scott for you,” came the voice of Lisa.
“I’ll take this one outside,” said Ms Davenport, elegantly walking out.
Elegant was not a word to describe Adam. Naked and trussed up in the objects Laura had brought, he looked ridiculous. It was just, him, and her in the office now. The second time in under two weeks, she’d had complete control over him. She looked at him and smiling began untangling the Fleximo from his penis.
“You know, Adam, I’m beginning to think you enjoy being a naughty boy just to get punished.”
She flicked her hair in his face as she finally freed the last of the pink Fleximo from him. She ran a hand over his light chest hair, feeling his firm chest, gently tweaking a nipple.
“I’ve had a talk with Ms Davenport and there’ll be some changes over the coming weeks. You’ll be doing be a lot more work and monitored a lot more closely. If your performance is substandard you’ll be disciplined accordingly.”
She slapped his ass making his penis jut forward and bob up and down obscenely, dancing for her amusement. Crouching down directly in front of his stricken cock, he thought she was going to take him in her mouth, but she puckered her rosy lips and blew warm air onto his helpless manhood. Adam raised his head to the heavens. The feeling was phenomenal, but equally torturous.
When she stopped she returned to her box of tricks, retrieving something. Adam wondered what she was up to.
“You know, Adam, you really don’t know when you’re beat.”
He soon learnt what the object was she’d retrieved. It was the jar of gel she’d used on him a week ago. Adam’s head dropped, she raised it with a single finger on h
is chin.
“I want you to see all of this,” she said dipping two fingers in the jar, smiling at his predicament.
She slowly began massaging the gel into his now purple glands.
“You really need to learn to be a good boy from now on Adam,” she said, watching his twitching and pulsating cock, amused that the gel would not only further intensify his sensitivity, but also delay his release.
For the next gruelling ten minutes, Adam, had to endure Laura’s teasing, as she very lightly ran the tip of one finger around Adam’s bulbous head. The feeling was excruciating.
When Ms Davenport returned the two women unhooked him from the wall and removed the gag. Adam was too immersed in his private battle between pleasure and pain to speak. Laura proceeded to stick the sucker to the desk, front and centre. As the two women chatted by the door he looked over at Laura, at her smooth toned legs and imagined her soft pink pussy, imagined how good it would feel to stick his cock into it. Laura glanced over at Adam, his cock looked like it was about to explode of its own accord. She had one last gift before leaving.
She took from her wrist the cock-ring from last week and placed it again over Adam’s hard cock, under his aching balls. On leaving she told him not to stay up to late and was off. Adam could only respond by mouthing the word bye. His cock felt like it was on fire, had been drenched in oil and left out in the sun all day, before being flogged mercilessly. Ms Davenport tutted at him and went back to her work.
“You’re going to find out what its like to work a full day, not all of us get to rush home at five."
As the tapping of Ms Davenport’s typing continued, Adam s mind was in another dimension. The cock-ring and extra gel, Laura had applied, had taken things to another realm of torture. He was so out of it, he did a double take when he looked up to the clock and saw another hour had passed. Ms Davenport’s typing stopped and she towered over him.
“When I shortly release you from these handcuffs, you will be allowed to leave, but take this as your final warning. I’ve told Laura to keep a close eye on you.”
Adam nodded, thrusting his cock at Ms Davenport, trying with all his will not to rub it against her silky legs. His senses had been reduced from five to one all he craved was touch.