Marina leaned back in her chair, the cool leather pressing against her as she spread her legs beneath the desk, her lips curling in satisfaction. Below, Ethan knelt, his face pressed tightly between her perfect, rounded ass cheeks. His breath was hot, laboured, and desperate as his tongue worshipped her ass—his every motion was driven by the aching, unrelenting pulse in his caged cock. The metal of the chastity device was cold and unforgiving, a constant reminder that his pleasure was entirely in her hands.

Marina’s fingers lazily trailed through his hair, guiding him as she picked up the phone, her voice dripping with amusement as she spoke to HR. "Yes, I wanted to discuss Ethan’s performance review," she purred, the words flowing smoothly despite the waves of pleasure beginning to build deep inside her.

She could feel his tongue trembling, his need growing more frantic by the second. The steel cage tightly encasing his cock was straining, the pressure becoming unbearable as he worked feverishly between her cheeks, lapping and licking with desperate devotion. His whimpering only added to her pleasure, and she had to suppress a moan before continuing.

"He's been… quite eager to please," she said into the phone, her tone dripping with double meaning, the slightest hint of breathlessness in her voice as Ethan's tongue traced every inch of her asshole. She pressed her hips back, forcing him deeper into his task, his muffled groans vibrating against her skin.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him in as she continued her casual conversation as Ethan’s tongue worked its way several inches up her asshole. "Very detail-oriented. Never misses a spot, no matter how… deep the task.”

Ethan's whole body was shaking now, his face buried completely between her ass, his tongue working tirelessly to worship her. The pressure in his cock was maddening, a throbbing ache that wouldn't be relieved. His mind was hazy with arousal, his desperation leaking out in soft moans that were swallowed up by her skin.

"You know," Marina continued, her voice low and sultry, "I've had him working under me for a while now, and I must say, he’s become incredibly good with his technique."

Ethan's heart pounded in his chest at her words, a mixture of humiliation and desire coursing through him. His caged cock throbbed painfully, the metal pressing unforgivingly against his skin as his need for release became almost unbearable. Yet, he knew that his pleasure was irrelevant—he existed only to serve her, to satisfy her, to worship her in any way she desired.

Marina’s breath hitched slightly, betraying a flicker of the pleasure she was feeling as his tongue moved in perfect rhythm, licking and probing exactly where she wanted him. She ground her hips down harder, smothering his face between her cheeks, a soft, knowing smile spreading across her lips as she continued to speak into the phone.

"Yes, he’s shown remarkable dedication," she murmured, her voice a little more strained now, "Always willing to go deeper, no matter how demanding the task. Really excels at… getting into the tightest spots."

Ethan’s cock was straining painfully against the cage now, each of her words making him ache more for a release that would never come. His entire body quivered as he devoured her with his tongue, desperate for any sign of approval, any sign that he was pleasing her enough. His muffled groans were drowned out by the slick sounds of his tongue moving between her cheeks, his entire world reduced to the overwhelming need to worship her.

Marina let out a quiet, controlled moan, her free hand resting on the desk while the other tugged at Ethan's hair, forcing him to quicken his pace. "Oh, he's quite the hard worker," she teased into the phone, voice sultry, "Always head-first into his assignments."

Ethan whimpered, his cock swelling painfully in its metal prison as he kept licking, kept worshipping, the arousal coursing through him so intense it almost hurt. His hips involuntarily tried to grind against nothing, but the chastity device prevented even the slightest hint of friction. His need was unbearable, his mind clouded with lust, but he knew better than to beg. His only purpose was to please her, to make her feel good, even if it meant his own suffering.

"I think," Marina continued, her voice now breathy as her pleasure mounted, "with a bit more… training, he could really excel. But for now, I’m more than satisfied with his… effort."

Her words dripped with innuendo, and Ethan groaned into her, knowing exactly what she was doing. The power she had over him was absolute, and each passing second of denial only heightened the torture of his confinement. His cock twitched uselessly in its cage, and the ache became almost unbearable as he continued his tireless worship.

"I’ll provide a full, detailed review later," she promised, her tone playful as she adjusted herself, pressing down on him, forcing his tongue deeper with a satisfied sigh. "But overall, I think Ethan's future here looks quite promising. Especially when he’s working under me."

With that, she ended the call, tossing the phone aside and finally allowing herself a long, indulgent moan. Her fingers gripped Ethan’s hair tightly, holding him against her as her hips rolled slowly, using his tongue to bring herself closer to the edge. His desperate whimpers only fueled her desire, and she smiled, knowing that he was trapped in his aching, desperate state for her pleasure alone.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice husky as her fingers stroked his hair, rewarding him with the faintest hint of approval. "But you’re not done yet."

And with that, she guided his tongue even deeper, savouring every second of his worship, knowing he was trapped, caged, and utterly helpless to do anything but serve her.

Ethan couldn’t believe his scenario. Here he was a virgin who never got any action from women now eating out his boss's pussy and asshole nearly every day while his cock and balls were locked in chastity.

The blinds in Marina's office are drawn, casting soft stripes of light across the floor, creating an intimate and charged atmosphere. The scent of lavender hangs in the air, mingling with the tension. In the centre of the room stands Ethan, completely naked except for the chastity device snugly encasing him. His hands are cuffed behind his back, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed, a wave of humiliation washing over him as he shifts on his feet.

Marina sits behind her sleek desk, a smug smile playing on her lips as she observes Ethan. “You wanted to explore your limits, didn’t you?” she teases, her tone dripping with amusement. “How does it feel to be so… helpless?”

Ethan's face flushes with a mix of shame and arousal. Why did I agree to this? he thinks, glancing down at the chastity device that only emphasizes his state of vulnerability. He knows he’s leaking slightly, a humiliating betrayal of his body, and he desperately wishes he could hide his embarrassment. “It’s… overwhelming,” he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Mr. Hargrove steps inside, a tall, imposing figure clad in a perfectly tailored grey suit. He pauses, taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow as his gaze lands on Ethan, who kneels naked and exposed. Ethan feels his stomach drop as he realizes how ridiculous he must look, especially with his small cock barely noticeable against the chastity device.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Hargrove remarks, his voice smooth and deep. “I didn’t realize I was walking into such an interesting situation.”

Marina leans back in her chair, arms crossed, relishing Ethan’s discomfort. “Ethan is learning about control and submission,” she explains. “He’s having a hands-on experience.” Her words are laced with mockery, and Ethan can feel her eyes raking over him, a palpable wave of humiliation crashing over him.

Mr. Hargrove steps closer, his presence commanding. “And how does it feel, Ethan, to be so… restrained?” he asks, his voice dripping with authority.

Ethan swallows hard, a mix of shame and excitement swirling within him. “I feel… helpless Mr. Hargrove,” he admits, the words slipping out as his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Marina chuckles softly, a mocking edge in her voice. “You know, Ethan, with the way you’re built, it’s no wonder you’re so easily restrained,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with delight at his discomfort. “Look at how small you are. How do you expect to be taken seriously like this?”

His heart races as humiliation grips him. This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe she’s pointing this out. He feels a desperate need to hide, yet the chastity device only serves to remind him of his submission.

“Helplessness can be exhilarating,” Hargrove replies, a hint of challenge in his voice. As he shifts slightly, the bulge in his pants becomes more pronounced, drawing Ethan’s attention. The juxtaposition of Hargrove’s size against his own makes Ethan’s cheeks burn hotter, and he can’t help but leak more from his chastity device, desire and desperation flooding his senses.

“Look at what you’ve done,” Marina murmurs, her voice sultry, almost taunting. “You’re a mess, Ethan.”

With a sudden rush of instinct and longing, Ethan leans forward, drawn by the magnetic pull of Hargrove’s presence. He gazes up, seeking permission in Hargrove’s eyes, feeling the intoxicating mix of fear, humiliation, and thrill coursing through him. What am I doing? I shouldn’t want this.

Mr. Hargrove smirks, a knowing glint in his eye. “Go ahead,” he says softly, giving Ethan the unspoken command he craves.

Ethan’s heart pounds in his chest as he moves closer to Mr. Hargrove's crotch, the cool floor a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. Marina reaches for Hargrove’s belt, smirking as he undoes it, revealing the tantalizing outline of his arousal.

This is so degrading… but I can’t stop, Ethan thought to himself.

As Marina pulled down Hargrove’s pants, Ethan felt a rush of adrenaline surge through him, a heady mix of submission and excitement that both thrilled and terrified him. His heart raced as he locked eyes with Hargrove, seeking some affirmation as he leaned forward, ready to indulge his yearning despite the deep embarrassment threatening to swallow him whole.

“Good boy,” Hargrove whispered, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers of pleasure and humiliation coursing through Ethan. The praise ignited a fire within him, heightening his desire even more.

Ethan opened his mouth, taking the thick, eleven-inch cock in, feeling the weight and heat of it against his tongue. He started slowly, licking the tip and savouring the salty pre-cum that pooled there. The taste was intoxicating, a reminder of how much he craved this moment. With each flick of his tongue, he felt the chastity cage pressing painfully against his cock, making his desire even more acute. He was desperate for release, but that was a luxury he couldn’t afford right now.

“Use that tongue,” Marina encouraged from above, her voice dripping with seduction. She gently stroked Ethan’s hair, guiding him further down Hargrove's length. “I want to see you take it all. You can do it, can’t you, Ethan?”

Ethan nodded, his cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. With renewed determination, he pushed his head forward, trying to take as much of Hargrove's cock as he could. He felt the girth stretch his mouth, the pressure building in his throat as he fought to suppress the urge to gag. The humiliation of being in chastity while performing this act only fueled his desire, making him more eager to please.

Marina leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “You love this, don’t you? You’re such a good little cocksucker. Just think about how much you want to please me… and Mr. Hargrove.” Her words were intoxicating, further igniting the heat pooling in his belly.

Ethan couldn’t respond verbally, but his body betrayed him. He moaned softly around the cock, vibrations sending shivers through Hargrove’s length. The taste of him filled Ethan’s senses, and he felt his balls pulse, the chastity device leaking with the steady stream of precum that threatened to overflow.

“Look at you,” Marina teased, her fingers curling tighter in his hair as she held him steady. “So devoted, so eager to please. And yet… so restricted.” She smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have the key, you know. If you keep being such a good boy, I might just consider letting you out one day.”

The thought sent a thrill through Ethan, but it was immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment. Here he was, naked and vulnerable, desperately sucking off another man while wearing a chastity belt. It felt surreal, yet it was exactly where he wanted to be, trapped between shame and pleasure.

As Ethan sank deeper into Hargrove’s cock, he felt the tip brush against the back of his throat, and he fought against the urge to gag. Marina held his head firmly, ensuring he couldn’t pull away. “That’s it,” she urged, her voice low and sultry. “You can take it. I know you can. Just a little more.”

With her encouragement echoing in his ears, Ethan pushed himself harder, breathing through the discomfort, his nose buried in Hargrove’s pubic hair. The overwhelming sensations of being so close, of being owned in this moment, pushed him to the edge of ecstasy and embarrassment. He was desperate to please, to show that he could take it all, even as he fought against his own limits.

“Now suck his balls,” Marina commanded, pulling him off Hargrove's cock, which glistened with saliva. Ethan felt a mix of relief and longing wash over him.

He immediately took Hargrove's large, salty orbs into his mouth, sucking on one at a time, doing his best to give them the attention they deserved. They were heavy and demanding, and he could feel the heat radiating from Hargrove’s body, amplifying his desire. Each lick and suck sent waves of humiliation coursing through him, and he could hear Marina’s approving words urging him on.

“Such a good boy, Ethan,” she cooed, her voice rich with approval. “You’re making him feel incredible. Just think about how much he enjoys this… and how much I enjoy watching you.”

At Hargrove’s direction, Ethan returned to deep-throating him, taking as much of the cock as he could. He could feel Hargrove’s hand tighten around the back of his head, holding him in place as he began to thrust shallowly into Ethan’s mouth.

Just then, Hargrove’s cock pulsed against Ethan’s tongue, and with a low groan, he released himself deep down Ethan’s throat.

“Swallow every drop,” Marina instructed, her voice filled with satisfaction as Ethan felt the warm liquid fill him, spilling into his mouth. He obeyed, swallowing greedily, desperate to please both of them.

As he pulled back, panting, Ethan looked up at Marina, who smiled down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and amusement. Ethan could only hope that one day he might earn the key to his freedom from the chastity cage, but for now, he was more than willing to remain her obedient boy.

“He is becoming quite the fine cuckold,” Mr. Hargrove complimented Marina.

“He still requires a lot of training, but he’s making leaps and bounds,” she replied. “He’ll be staying in the room across from mine at the company retreat next weekend so he can pleasure us both. I also have a few surprises for my cuck to keep him on his toes”

“Excellent,” Mr. Hargrove replied. “I like to unload my balls a few times a day, and your cuck will do a great job helping with that.”

Ethan felt his face flush bright red as he listened to his boss and another director talk about him as if he were just an intern assigned to help out with a project. Instead, they were discussing how he would be used to take loads of cum. He could feel the precum leaking from his chastity device, unable to hide the shame of how turned on he was by their words. He had always been submissive and had always enjoyed pleasuring others.

Here he was, completely naked and kneeling in chastity, while two directors stood above him, discussing him as their cuckold.

All Ethan could think about was what surprises Marina had in store for him at the company retreat.