Office B*tch 6 - The Tease

Alex slid off Caleb's lap, his body a live wire of confusion and unmet need. His ass cheeks glowed with heat from the spankings, each step sending fresh stings through him, but it was the persistent throb between his legs that muddled his thoughts the most. He didn't understand it—the way the pain twisted into something else, making him leak like that. He wanted it to stop, all of it, but his erection refused to wilt, standing proud and desperate in the face of his denial.

The bosses settled back into their chairs, but now with a new edge to their postures—ties further loosened, sleeves rolled higher, legs spread invitingly wide. Marcus was the first to pat his thigh again, but this time with a different intent. "Straddle me, Alex. Face me. No hands—keep them behind your back."

Alex's breath caught. "Straddle? Like... on your lap?"

"Exactly," Marcus replied, his grin sharp. "Grind against me. Show us how confused that cock of yours is."

Reluctance warred with the invisible pull of their commands. Alex approached, legs shaky, and swung one thigh over Marcus's, lowering himself until his naked form hovered just above the clothed lap. The heat from Marcus's body radiated through the trousers, brushing against Alex's sensitive skin. He shifted, his erection pressing against the bulge beneath the fabric, a soft gasp escaping as he began to rock his hips subtly.

The friction was immediate—rough wool against smooth skin, teasing his length without satisfaction. "This... I don't want to grind like this. It's making it worse."

Marcus's hands moved then, not to spank, but to tease. Fingers traced Alex's entrance, circling the tight ring without pushing in, just applying light pressure. "Worse how? Describe it."

Alex's hips stuttered. "It's... aching more. Leaking on your pants. But I hate the tease—why's my body pushing back against your finger?"

A fresh streak of precum smeared across the trousers, glistening. Marcus noticed, dipping a finger into it and holding it up. "Clean this up first. With your tongue."

Alex leaned forward, tongue extending hesitantly to lap at the offered finger, tasting himself again. "Gross... don't make me."

But he did, the act only heightening the confusion as his entrance clenched around nothing.

Next was Julian's turn. Alex moved laps, straddling the leaner frame, grinding anew against a different bulge. Julian's touch was precise—fingers slicked with something from a desk drawer (lube?), probing lightly, one digit slipping just inside to the first knuckle, then retreating.

"Deny it," Julian murmured. "Tell us you don't want more."

"I don't," Alex stammered, hips rocking despite himself. "It's invading... but my cock's throbbing harder. Stop edging me—it's confusing."

More leaks followed, staining Julian's trousers. "Lick," came the command, and Alex dropped his head, tongue working over the fabric, protests muffled.

Theo's lap brought rougher play—fingers teasing with a small office object, perhaps the cap of a pen, pressing against his hole while Alex ground. "Feels good, doesn't it? Even if you say no."

"No... it's not good. Tickling, making me drip everywhere." The denial rang hollow as his body betrayed him, precum pooling. Lick by lick, he cleaned it, face burning.

Caleb added twists—two fingers circling, dipping shallowly, while Alex's grinding grew frantic. "Admit the need, even if you fight it."

"There's no need—fuck, why's it feel empty now?" Stains appeared, and Alex's tongue followed, the repetition drilling the humiliation deeper.

Finally, Elliot—the leader, his tease the most controlled. Fingers probed deeper but stopped short of relief, edging Alex to the brink. "Beg to stop, but your body's begging for more."

"Please... stop. I can't take the tease. But it's... making me so hard." Precum flowed freely, and the cleaning became a prolonged act, Alex's tongue tracing every drop while his mind spun in denial.

The rotation left him panting, body on fire, confusion at its peak—no release, only endless, conflicting want.