“Floyd is dreading the punishment that he is going to receive from Wendy.”
Immediately after pushing confirm on the change the world began to spin for Richard, but only for a moment as he was quickly able to refocus on the scene in front of him. Wendy was no longer naked. She was dressed in tight black leather and wore a black leather police captains’ hat. When Wendy turned around Richard was able to read the fancy gold lettering on the front of it. It read ‘Chief Punishment Officer.’
I guess the acronym CPO has taken on a new meaning, Richard thought to himself.
He surveyed the rest of the office noting that while some of the women were still in a state of undress, some of the men had joined them in the nude. The rest of the workforce was in various stages of dress, some wearing full suits, while others were stuck wearing only a button up shirt leaving their legs bare and underwear on display. Others were dressed only in their underwear, usually accompanied by some sort of impairment. Handcuffs, binders, legs held together with belts, chastity cages and belts, shoes with spikes inside of them, mile high platform boots, clamps, you name it and it seemed to Richard that someone was probably using it.
Richard went to generate a new sentence but found that his phone was no longer in his hands. In fact, his hands had been taped into fight fists, the shiny black tape taunting him. He didn’t have long to think about it as there was movement in the scene in front of him, pulling his attention back to his most recent change.
“Alright Floyd, you know what comes next. You broke office rule number 6.01. There is to be no dick measuring between coworkers. And the punishment…” Wendy paused for dramatic effect. “…is to measure everyone’s dick through rectal means, then you can tell everyone who has the largest dick so that we don’t have to waste anymore time debating about this.”
Floyd’s head hung low as he was led into the stockade that had suddenly come into existence a minute ago in the elevator lobby space. To Floyd’s credit he didn’t try to resist as his arms and head were locked into the wooden bondage post. His legs were then spread and cuffed into place so that his ass was open and ready to accept punishment.
Wendy squirted a couple pumps of lube into her hand and began to work it into Floyd’s reluctant bottom.
“Well, don’t just stand there everyone. I need all of the owners of a dick to step forward and form a line,” Wendy said. Richard found his feet moving almost automatically along with the rest of the dick owning population of the office. They quickly formed a line in front of Floyd. Wendy now held a clipboard and pen in her hands.
“Now, a quick reminder of the rules everyone. If you are not being punished currently you have three minutes to blow your load inside of the punishee. If you fail to do so, you will be asked to report to nurse Nancy to be fitted for ‘sensitivity improvement device’, otherwise known as a chastity cage. And for those of you suffering from a time-waster punishment, like Richard who was caught playing on his phone on company time, you only have one minute. Now first person in line, your time, starts now!”
Wendy dramatically started the stopwatch in her hand as the first guy in line wasted no time running behind Floyd, undoing is belt and pulling his half erect dick out of his pants. He lined himself up and thrusted hard, eliciting a surprised moan and grunt from Floyd who bounced back and forth into his restraints. The man, who Richard couldn’t put a name to, only that he worked somewhere in accounting, pumped away furiously like his life depended on it.
Just as Wendy called out that there was a minute remaining the guy moaned and with one final thrust Richard could tell that he was pumping his seed deep into Floyds backside.
“Good. Next!” Wendy said as she called up the next person without wasting more than a moment. And so the next person went up to bat, as Richard then counted himself as the sixth person in line. The minutes passed quickly until Richard was finally up.
“Fail. Go see Nurse Nancy. Next!” Wendy shouted. Richard ran up to position himself behind the abused asshole of his least favourite co-worker. To make matters worse he struggled to take his pants off without the use of his hands so Wendy came over and yanked his pants and underwear straight down to his ankles and stepped back waving the timer in his face. 55 seconds, that’s all that he had to avoid getting his dick locked away.
Richard mounted Floyd and began to fuck him like his life depended on it. It had been a hot minute since the last time he had been in someone’s ass, but the familiarity of tightness brought to mind some more pleasant memories to distract himself with rather than staring down the next person in line. Richard was getting close to finishing when Wendy began to count down.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven six,…”