Malcolm finally put his cum encrusted pants and underwear on and headed back to Nobiscum Industries. It was a hot day so every time Preston felt a trickle of sweat on his balls he brief moment of panic, wondering if it was in fact cum. However no more incidents occurred on his way back to the office and onto his floor.
As he made it back to his cubicle he saw Malcolm walk out of Mr Cummings' office looking very happy.
"Well good news for you Preston. I just got a promotion!" Malcolm smiled broadly. "And it comes with a new office."
"I don't see how that's good news for me." Preston mumbled.
"Well I've discussed it with the boss and we decided with the added responsibilities of my new position, I could use a new personal assistant," Malcolm smirked "And out of the goodness of my heart I said we should give you a second chance since you already know the system. Of course this will come with reduced salary and benefits."
Preston couldn't believe his ears. There was no way in hell he was going to be Malcolm's personal assistant. If he was losing his job either way it didn't really matter what Mr Cummings found out. Just as Preston was about to decline, Malcolm interrupted.
"Before you respond, I should mention I was having a little chat with Gordon this morning. When he stepped away from his desk to greet our foreign guests, you won't believe what I saw on his security monitors."
Malcolm pulled up his phone and showed Preston a recording of the surveillance monitors. On the screen Preston was in the elevator vigorously rubbing the erectile rune on his cock ring. Only the cock ring didn't show up on cameras and it looked like he was jerking off his tiny two inch erection. He watched himself blast a load of cum onto the elevator buttons before Malcolm paused the video.
"Now unless you want me to report your degenerate activities to the police I suggest you accept my very generous offer."
Preston felt utterly defeated as he stared at the incriminating still frame of himself ejaculating from his hard micropenis, face frozen in a contortion of shameful pleasure. He had no choice.
"Fine. I'll be your assistant" he mumbled.
"Great I expect you here bright and early." Malcolm smirked, "And have my coffee ready when I come in. You'll also need to get Mr Cummings' pants dry-cleaned before you return them."
"Yes..." Preston said pitifully.
"Yes what?" Malcolm pushed, barely able to contain his malicious glee.
"Yes sir." Preston gritted through his teeth.
"Very good" Malcolm replied, reveling in his power before heading to his new office.
As he walked away Preston felt like his entire world was crumbling around him.
"Oh and Prejac..." Malcolm paused and turned back to Preston before entering his new office, "You're welcome."
When the door shut, Preston felt erratic movement in his briefs. As a wet tear ran down his face so too did a slow, uncontrollable wetness run down his leg. Preston lost any will to resist and simply sat there dejected, as his tiny pathetic microdick oozed a sticky pleasureless, dribble of...cum.