The sun slowly warmed my body awake. Slight heat felt good on my cage. As my body came to, my eyes drifted to the clock. I was late for work! I hadn't set my alarm the night before...
All I could think about on the way to work was about how I had accidentally cum to gay porn. My identity was in crisis. Of course, I reassured myself, I was still straight, but how had this happened? My mind's eye lingered on the strong hands, the bottom's...bottom, the moans (Fuck! the moans...)--making me even more late for work.
***
Slinking past Jane, who gave me a wry smile, I, as slowly as I could, opened the broad door to his office. The door was hardly closed before he started talking to me.
"I can't have you arriving late like this Jamie. This simply won't do." He'd already approached me, his towering figure overshadowing my own.
"I think for a change, today, I'm going to undress
you
. Come here." Deft hands taking my outfit apart so readily and casually had my soft balls constricting, the chastity tightening around my arousal.
Aside from the panties and chastity, I was quickly naked in front of my fully clothed boss. "When you were late today, I suspected you might be being distracted at home now too. I see you still have on your panties. Very good. This means you pass that part of the inspection, at least. However--" his finger went to the tip of my caged cock "it seems like you made a mess recently. Someone's been a naughty girl." He held the cum from last night up to my eye.
I needed so badly to run away at that moment. But I was frozen with fear. His words were so similar to the porn. My cage began to feel the way it had last night. Then he cupped my balls. They looked so fragile in his rough hands.
"Mmff" I let out.
"Oh my god. You're leaking again," he said with a surprised laugh.
As surprised as him, my eyes darted down. A tiny thread of cum was leaking out of me and into his palm.
"I'm--I'm sorry, sir" I replied, confused.
"I put you in panties, and not even 16 hours later, you make them wet like a girl. How am I supposed to give these back to Jane?! I might just have to tell her what happened..." he trailed off.
If Jane found out, I didn't doubt that the whole office would know soon after. And I couldn't have her seeing me as anything but a man's man. Fuck.
"Imagine her gasping mouth as she finds out about how in touch with your girly side you are, how you can't even use your cock right now." His grip tightened around my pink caged cock. An accidental moan escaped my lips. It felt...good. "How it'd make her gasp and laugh. Those lip-glossed lips--" he started to tenderly apply the cum to my lips like makeup "--spreading in a mirror image of her face mid-coitus. Mmmm." I trembled under his taboo touch.
"Get on your knees." I wasn't sure I wanted this to continue but I couldn't stop. His hand returned to its motions on my face, but I weirdly missed the sensation of him holding me in my panties. I was beyond exposed: nearly naked with my ass resting on my feet.
"Jamie...with the cage, you've already given me your cock; with the panties, you've given me your masculinity; so what does it change..if you give me your mouth?" His thumb began to slide in and out of my lips, petting my wet tongue, curving through the folds of my lips.
I gulped.
"I think your mouth-pussy has been mine for a long time now, hmm? Wasn't it just a matter of my asking?" He switched to his two forefingers. I was soon nearly deepthroating them as he looked down at me ponderously.
"Wait" he coldy announced, "take off my belt." I wasn't sure I was ready for this either! I fumbled with his zipper, pants button, and belt clasp. Released from his pants, his massive cock unfurled like the mast of a ship. It was right in front of me, again.
The outline alone made me feel so insignificant. I thought about how Jane must respond to a cock this big; I thought about the sensation it had made on my lips before and the bitter cum I had accidentally tasted before.
I swear I could almost taste his cum again. Oh god. I realized: I had just licked my cum plastered lips. As I noticed what I had done, I made fleeting eye contact with my now wide grinning boss. More drool pooled into my panties. My body was betraying me while my brain wanted to scream.
"Take it all the way off. And hand it to me."
He was soon wrapping the belt around my neck and pulling it taut. Everything was warm. I felt dizzy.
My lips gave way to an "Ughh."
My knees wobbled as he pulled my face into his crotch with the belt. I was approaching the point of no return. "Nuzzle my cock with the side of your face, then take off my underwear with your teeth."
"Yes nghh--" he pulled on the leash "--sir."
"Almost perfect. But it's no longer 'sir' to you, Jamie. Jane can call me that as I pound away at her throat and pussy. But, in this case, I've made
you
into a pussy. My pretty, pantied pussy. You know what you need to call me."
I felt like the panties were going to rip against the cage, it was so tight. The outline of his thick cock was hardening against the side of my face. Images of that petite girly boy being spanked rushed to my mind as I said, "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl" he patted my head adoringly. My spine tingled. The tug on the makeshift leash made it clear it was time to take off his underwear. My mouth grazed his waist as my teeth braced around his waistband. Sweat, musk, man and all their tastes and associations flooded my weakening mind.
Pulling so far away that I had to strain myself, his cock finally sprung free--and lightly slapped against my cheek as I fell back to him. More leaking.
"Haha, don't be shy. Give it a kiss, baby. Right on the tip." I was low on air from the belt around my neck as he pulled me closer. My lips enfolded his soft flesh like a flower yielding to a bee.
It was softer than I imagined: the tip moved with my mouth, as his wet precum met my own cum-covered lips. A barrier went up behind my previous life. Now I was a person who had voluntarily kissed a cock (my older, more confident, more dominant boss's cock no less). Was I gay? Was I just confused? Was I too afraid to say no? Did I want to say no?
"Too bad we didn't get you some pretty lipstick before you two met," he taunted, interrupting my thoughts. I blushed. My cage felt warm. How my own tip looked in its cage compared to the one in front of me caused me terrible shame. I began to lean forward, allowing his cockhead to spread my lips.
"Whoa, whoa," he withdrew himself from me. "Did I say to do anything but kiss my cock?" Fuck. Why had I done more than he asked?! I was just trying to do what he wanted..."I can see you want some more," he continued. But, when my girly wants something from her Daddy, she has to ask.
It was just like every time I messed up on the job. Words escaped me, my heart sped up, and I nearly felt like crying.
He playfully patted my cheek with his hand. "Hey, hey," he soothed. "It's alright, just ask me. You already know how, sweetie, like when I locked up your tiny dick in its pink, pathetic cage. You asked for it."
His playful insults pierced me to my core. Everything I feared to be true about myself was being repeated back to me. What were the odds my same insecurities would be sounded out by a near-stranger, unless they happened to be true. This unprepared for self-knowledge made me feel like my soul was shaking. Yet, as he talked down to me, my panties were getting wetter and wetter. I needed to know what it was like to have such a big cock, to be a real man. And if my mouth was the only way....
"May I please suck your cock, Daddy?" I asked, defeated.
"Why do you want to suck my cock?" he countered.
"Because your cock is superior, Daddy?"
"Is that all?" My face was practically on fire.
The tension building in my body, especially my panties...I just let it out. "Daddy, I need to feel your massive cock filling my dirty mouth with your thick, sticky load."
