Female Empowerment Management, or F.E.M., plans an exhibition. It plans to use its "assets," like Mac Zander, to attract more high quality female employees.
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"Most of you are going to the exhibition," Miriam, one of his many female bosses, said to Mac. Her dress was silky and long. Pearls adorned her neck. By "you," he knew she meant him and the other males employed at Female Empowerment Management, or F.E.M. "It will be at the convention center downtown. We advertised the exhibition far and wide, in an effort to grow our business and find more high quality females to hire."
Her eyes wandered up and down his naked body, finally resting on his long, dangling cock.
He had grown used to always being naked while at work at F.E.M., not that he had any choice. The general rule was that any male working there was required to be naked and available for the pleasure of any female employee. Of course, he could quit, but he badly needed the salary and benefits.
She smiled. "And it will be the job of you and the other wonderfully naked males to make the company irresistible to any woman. That way, we will have so many female applicants, we can pick from the very best."
She walked up to him and grabbed his cock, then with her other hand, began massaging his balls. "So, for the next week before the exhibition you and all the other males are to exercise especially hard, eat well, and, most important of all, you are not to masturbate. We want you filled to the brim for the attendees. Of course, failure to comply would result in a breach of your contract, and potential loss of your job and benefits. We have lie detector equipment available to ensure adherence to our rules. Is all of this understood?"
He shook his head.
"Good." Her hands kept working on him. He was at full mast now. If she kept going, he would be unable to stop a huge release.
She seemed to acknowledge that, as she winked and pulled away her hands. "Nice. Hard as a rock and unable to let it shoot. Sweet..."
She loved the control she had over him, how he was barred from satisfaction by just her commands.
"Now turn around!" she ordered. She slapped him in the ass. "Get back to work!" She watched his tight ass closely as he left her office. It was not the first time she gave thanks to the universe that she worked at F.E. M.
As he walked along the hallway he decided he would go straight to a good workout. His bosses at F.E.M. were expecting him and the other guys to be in tip top condition. But it wasn't just that. He really enjoyed working out. It made him feel so good: healthy, strong, virile.
Nonetheless, when Miriam's voice played in his mind, he reluctantly had to admit to himself that he felt a rush of excitement. He looked down. His cock was rigid, a stiff beam bouncing as he walked.
What was this place doing to him?
The gym was a huge space in a wing of the first floor. There were mats for stretching, weight machines, barbells and free weights, treadmills, and other various exercise equipment.
Around the perimeter of the room were padded chairs reserved for females. There were many today, sitting, dressed of course, most sipping on a drink, as they watched the males exercising. It was obvious that the word had gone out about the exhibition. The gym was packed with males. Of course, all of them were naked.
Inevitably, some of the females couldn't restrain themselves. They had got out of their chairs and grabbed some of the men. There were many women busy with their hands and mouths. A few of them had their hand on one cock, while sucking another cock.
A group of women were seated around a big mat. They were watching three guys doing jumping jacks. Their eyes moved up and down with the rhythm of the flailing cocks.
Mac tried to focus on what exercises he wanted to do. As he strode toward a weight machine designed for biceps, whistles sounded from a few seated women. "Whooo hooo! Nice hard on! "one of them yelled. "Come over here!"
He thought of the sensation of the weights strengthening his biceps, how good it made him feel. He peeked at the machine longingly.
But he had no choice. He went up to the woman who had called him.
She and her two friends sat and smiled at him. "Such a good, hard cock deserves notice, "the same one said. "But, first, turn around." He did and six hands grabbed, punched and slapped his bare ass.
"Sweet ass!" one of them said. "My boyfriend's ass is not nearly as nice.
And I would never be able to get him to get naked in front of other women. But here, all day I can see naked men forced be nude. I love it!"
Before the comments sunk into his brain, she gave his ass a hard whack. "0ww!" he exclaimed.
The women ignored his outburst.
"Turn back around!"
When he did one of the ladies grabbed the base of his cock and shoved his cock into her mouth. She moaned with satisfaction.
He was not sure if Miriam wanted him to come. She had said, "no masturbating" before the exhibition. Did that mean also no coming by way of a woman? Then he realized that even such basic decisions had been co-opted by F.E.M. They now had him trained to control his orgasms according to company policy.
It disturbed him. But he was distracted by the woman's wet, warm, soft mouth sucking greedily. He felt his balls stiffening. He was close to coming. What should he do? In moments, his body would decide for him.
Luckily, at almost the last second, the woman released him. He was both relieved and frustrated.
It was easy for the women to see his emotions. "Awww, so hard and ready, but unable to release it!"
The three women enjoyed a laugh. His cock was a pulsing, purple steel beam that begged for relief. But they would not allow it. Obviously, they knew about the masturbation rule and were determined to exploit it.
"Go back to your exercising," one of them ordered. "I will enjoy watching your ass as you go, with that poor member so stiff and frustrated. Poor guy," she said, giggling.
All he could do was silently huff and go to the biceps machine. He pumped the weights with wild energy. He was worried. Was he going to be relentlessly teased and aroused for the whole week, without the ability to be relieved, or to relieve himself? The prospect drove him to a furious pace in the machine.
That night he dressed and left the building still erect and frustrated. He walked to the underground subway station and waited for his train. He noticed a pretty woman on the same platform. She had long, curly, auburn hair. She was wearing a knee length skirt, low cut cotton blouse and high heels. He stared at her sexy legs. The pressure in his already strained groin increased.
Usually, he would take that kind of image home and use it as he jerked off. He exhaled sharply. But I can't tonight! he reminded himself.
But what if someone else did it for him. Technically that was not a breach of Miriam's order.
He inconspicuously shuffled closer to the woman. He had no idea what he was doing. He just needed to do something.
He shook his head. What a stupid idea, he told himself and was about to move far down the platform, when out of the corner of his eyes he noticed her shifting slightly. He looked over at her and caught her staring directly at the huge bulge in his pants. Her eyes were wide and her tongue licked her lips.
She raised her eyes and stared at him. He saw the fire of desire in her look. Perhaps it was his need. Perhaps it was recently being so used to waiting for female instruction. Whatever it was, he waited for her to decide...
Finally, she leaned closer and whispered: "I want you to let me help you with that."
Whoa. Aggressive type. It made him harder, if that was possible.
She watched him closely. Seeing that he didn't reject her request, she continued. "Get on the train. Make sure you wait for me to sit. Then stand in front of me, holding one of the metal rails. I want to see you the whole way to my stop. When I get up, follow me. "
He just nodded, lost in a fog of need and excitement.
She lived in a new townhouse condo close to a subway station. She opened her door and beckoned him to enter.
The dim interior that awaited awoke him from his stupor. What am I doing?
She grabbed his hand and yanked it. He resisted and didn't move. She glared at him. He stared back. Her glare softened.
