All-Hands Meeting

Erik sighed as he walked back toward his office from the kitchen, a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a blueberry scone in his left, wrapped in a soft cloth. His day was dragging on, and this next meeting was going to be the worst by far. It had been called by the CEO, it was an all-hands for management and project teams, which meant easily 60 attendees all trying to curry favor, guard their budgets, and generally justify their existence. His team was not likely on the chopping block, but he still needed to attend, still needed to represent, which meant he'd have to weigh in at least a few times, and couldn't just duck out and keep his camera off. Randy, the CEO, insisted that everyone on the meeting have their cameras on and be on screen for the whole meeting. It was insufferable. But, Erik had a plan to make this meeting much more interesting, and as he opened the door to his room a lovely and welcome sight greeted him.

His desk dominated the office, large and imposing, solid wood refinished a few times and dwarfing his company-issued laptop with its gigantic proportions. On it sat a small potted pothos, a little stuffed cow tucked out of sight from the laptop camera, a few coasters, and a framed portrait of him and his wife from a vacation a few years ago, both of them making silly faces with a wind-whipped sea behind them. And beneath the desk... well, that was where things got really interesting.

A padded mat took up the space below the desk, a good six feet wide and four feet deep, and atop the mat was a person, on all fours. This individual was stripped completely nude, their fair skin shimmering in the late morning light coming in through the windows, scattered with small freckles on the shoulders, forearms, and lower back. Their frame was slight, their body covered in a fine coat of short, soft, reddened hairs, and a curly sea of equally red hair fell gracefully from their head over one wide, but slender shoulder. Their chest was flat, muscles showing through the skin not those of one who builds their body, but of someone naturally slender and strong. Their ribs showed with each nervous breath, each inhale expanding their flat chest and stomach and accentuating each lovely curve and depression in their torso. Their face was covered, their eyes obscured by a black sleep mask tied tight to prevent slipping, their aquiline nose holding it in place as well, and their mouth and jaw were obscured by a blue scarf wrapped tightly around several times to keep the noise to a minimum. Their sweet little ass was only inches from the wall under the desk, its gentle curve swaying with each movement as they tried to keep upright. And finally, between the figure's legs swung a metal cage, holding a straining cock tight in its grip with the balls swinging and aching just beneath.

Erik looked to the figure and smiled, admiring his own handiwork as he stepped into the room. He chuckled gently to himself and walked over, placing his coffee on a coaster and his scone next to it before bending down slightly, grasping the figure's angular shin in his long fingers and drawing the face upward as if to look them in the eye. He reached with his other hand as the figure moaned gently behind the cloth and pulled the scarf down, exposing soft, round lips and a mouth gasping with desire, fear, and anticipation. Erik bent further and pressed his own lips to those, the figure desperately lurching into the kiss with an eagerness that nearly tumbled them both over, but Erik pushed the figure back and let his lips part. "Calm, Little One, be good for me and you'll be able to serve me all morning." The figure whimpered, whined, and pulled in a deep shuddering breath as they tried to control their desire. "Now no more sounds, Pet. I'm going to start my meeting, and I expect you to do a good job taking care of me without embarrassing me." Erik's words were slow, silky, seductive, and meant to test his Pet's loyalty, patience, and obedience.

The Pet did as they were instructed, taking a few deep breaths to compose themselves and then got back into position, all fours with face forward as Erik pulled back the rolling office chair and sat in it. Erik pushed himself into position in front of his laptop and the Pet's face rested firmly between his thighs, a few inches from his khaki's zipper as the hot breath from his Pet's shuddering breath slowly warmed him. He smiled and took a slow sip of his coffee, listening with delight to the struggling breath and restrained desire of his Pet as he slowly opened the link to his meeting. As the system loaded, he reached down with his left hand and pulled gently on the end of his belt, threading it through the metal clasp and opening it. He felt his Pet's breath catch in their throat, felt them hold that breath in anticipation as they heard the belt, the button, and then the slow, agonizing crawl of the zipper as it slid open.

Erik's large, half hard cock, thick and heavy fell from between the khaki folds as his zipper fully opened. His Pet gasped as the full weight of it fell against the Pet's cheek, sliding slowly and hotly over their cheekbones as the Pet whimpered ever so slightly, not yet released to do anything with the gorgeous prize so close to them. Erik smiled and his voice poured forward as the meeting connected, the Pet struggling hard between his legs as every thought begged Erik to hurry with the greeting and give instruction. But the pleasantries went on, Erik's smiling face, a grin with the left half of his lips just a quarter centimeter higher than the right, that charming asymmetry working its magic even across the digital divide. It seemed ages as the Pet waited, the hot, gently throbbing pulse of that magnificent cock pressed against the soft cheek.

Erik's voice trailed off as the introductions went into full swing and his attention and presence was less focal. He didn't look down as he took another sip of his coffee, a small bite of his scone, and didn't bother to mute his mic. The Pet knew this was part of it, that they had to be silent, careful, and not embarrass or expose Erik or their lovely game would quickly turn to a different type of game, one with more punishment, and as delightful as that may be, the Pet wanted this more. Erik reached down with his right hand, wrapped the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger and gently pushed it to the side, dragging the hot, throbbing head across the Pet's face and to their waiting, open mouth.

The Pet's mind exploded the moment that sweet head pressed against their lips, their restraint finally pulled as Erik gave permission. Their tongue leaped forward and slid along the bottom of Erik's shaft, their lips pressed a tight seal around the head, wet with saliva and pushed backward, desperately trying to reach the base, to contain the entirety of him in their mouth as he quickly hardened to fill the void in them. Their lips and tongue slid up and down, over and over, faster and faster with each thrust as their desire unmoored, their heart leaped at the chance to serve, and Erik let out a gentle, involuntary gasp, too quiet for the microphone to pick up.

He laughed at a terrible joke his boss made, following up with one of his own, his voice sounding only so slightly strained that only those closest to him would notice. The Pet noticed, and felt his thighs pressing in on their face as Erik signalled the Pet to slow down. The Pet complied, shifting their strategy from one of desperate grasping to a cherishing, worshipping slow stroke, their mouth moving slowly up and down the shaft, their tongue sliding slowly back and forth over the outlet of the urethra, driving Erik to greater pleasure and still following his directions.

Erik made another comment, took another bite of his scone, another sip of his coffee, and then used his left hand to take the mane of the Pet's hair in his hand. He pulled and the Pet followed, Erik using their throat as a stroker as he pulled them back and forth again and again, driving the head of his cock past their mouth, through their gag reflex and down their throat. Erik held it there, his hand strong, firm, and tightly gripping their long hair as he filled them from lips to throat. His cock throbbed, pulsing hard, stretching the Pet's throat and mouth, triggering theiri gag reflex again and again. Yet somehow, even as the Pet's mind screamed at them again and again to breathe, they managed not to choke too loudly, not to draw attention.

The seconds passed, somehow Erik managed to answer a question about his team's progress, and the Pet held still. Finally, as their lungs begged for mercy and their drool began to seep around the edges of their mouth and down their chin, neck, and over their chest, the grip on their hair stopped and their throat pushed the amazing invader back out. Erik's wet cock slapped against their face as the Pet forced a ragged breath, one after another, trying to keep their deep inhalations from making too much noise. They didn't wipe the saliva away from their face, knowing Erik liked it and would be upset if they did. Instead, they tilted their head up between his legs, though they couldn't see him, they waited patiently for their next instruction.

Erik muttered something under his breath as the CEO droned on, took another drink of his coffee, and used his left hand to pet the side of his Pet's face, feeling the slickness of their game on their cheek and jaw. Erik smiled again and pushed on the Pet's face, directing their head to the side, then gently coaxing their body to turn until their cute little ass sat just in front of him. He couldn't keep his eyes on the meeting, had to look down at that sweet little body just in front of him, the delightful curves of the cheeks, and the sweet little hole just begging for attention as it throbbed in front of him.

He put his eyes back to the meeting, and answered a brief question as his right hand grasped his shaft and his left held open the Pet's left cheek. He grunted through the last word of his statement as the head of his wet, dripping cock slid easily past the Pet's hole, diving surprisingly deep into the pleasurable depths. The Pet gasped, unable to contain themselves as they were suddenly filled, their ass clenching tight around the hard shaft and their body instantly hot with sweat, surprise, and desire. They took a second to accommodate as Erik slid a little further with each short thrust, his hands now resting on each of the Pet's cheeks, and his hard cock pulsing with each second, stretching the Pet's ass even further.

The Pet bit down, pressing their own bottom lip between their teeth hard as they resisted every fiber in their own being, each one begging to let loose a deep moan as Erik dove deeper, deeper, deeper... They felt Eric's balls slap against their own, swollen, painfully trapped balls with each new thrust, felt the head of him deeper and deeper in their body. They could feel him pressing against their prostate, pushing against their guts and making their stomach feel full, whole, nearly bursting with it.

They bit down harder, harder, until they tasted their own blood, felt their body shake and shiver, their legs threaten to collapse, and their arms lose all of their strength as their head fell down to the pad. They felt it wash over them, the orgasm, wracking their body, their muscles, their thoughts as the cum spurted once, twice, three times against the steel of the cage and then dripped down in long streams onto the pad, their thighs, and covered the space in their release. But Erik was still in them, pushing once more, twice more, three times... deeper, harder, than before, somehow still maintaining his composure on the call.

Then the Pet felt it, felt the final swelling, growing of the cock within them. Four long, hard pulses and ropes of cum filled their ass, painting the inside of them with Erik's longing, Erik's need. The Pet was held aloft only by Erik's strength, Erik's grip on their ass and hips, as all strength left them. And then Erik's own hands left them, the Pet collapsed to the ground, a mess of cum and saliva as their breath came in slowing gasps as their chest rose and heaved with each one. Erik's cock hung loose above them, dripping cum onto their exhausted body as his hands went back to his coffee, his scone, and he spend the next five minutes closing out the meeting with perfect composure, his feet gently pressing against his Pet's back, sliding slowly down the taut muscles as he provided care where he could.

The Pet knew that once the meeting was over, Erik would come to them. He would take their blindfold off, unbind their limbs, pull them into his lap on the floor and hold them in his strong arms. He would wipe the drool from their face, tell them they were beautiful, obedient, and loving, and kiss them deeply. And they would stay there, on the floor, for twenty to thirty minutes before Erik took them to the tub, washed them down, and changed them both before the next meeting.