Smallest At Work (Gay SPH)
Last month, I took a job that, while not a promotion, was a salary increase. The first day on the job, my boss, who was a bit taller than I was but burlier and manlier, told me I had to join the gym right across from work. I told him that I am a member of the YMCA and go 2-3 times a week, but he told me that all the ‘real’ men in our team go every Monday through Thursday mornings and that I would be doing the same for now own.
“You can keep or cancel your subscription to the ‘Y,’ but this is what you are doing,” he told me.
I thought it was a bit weird that he was practically forcing me and mentioned ‘real’ men but didn’t want to make a big deal of it and wanted to fit it, so I said yes and joined the gym at lunch.
The next day when we were all at the gym, I tried to do some of my usual stuff plus a couple of exercises my boss ‘suggested.’ I was terrified about hitting the showers because I had seen earlier that morning that they were open style. In any case, I figured to get it over with quickly. I changed out of my workout clothes, took a deep breath, and headed for the shower. My boss was already there, and I couldn’t believe what I saw when I looked at his naked body. This bull of a man had a 5-inch flaccid cock. Bigger soft than I am hard, not only that, his cock was very thick, and he had huge balls. He had a thick but well-trimmed bush too.
My mouth was wide open, and my eyes were fixated on his cock. Before I could look away, he said: “You know, it’s rude to stare.”
I could not come up with a response, so I just stammered, “I’m sorry, it’s b…”
Before I could finish a sentence, he said, “It’s OK, now you know why I’m the boss.”
Oh shit, if he is fine talking about his penis like that, I can’t imagine what he’d say about mine. I tried to act natural, rinsing my body, and keeping my back to him. This didn’t help because the minute I started soaping my winky, the rest of my colleagues came in. The smallest of them was still much longer than I was.
I tried to reassure myself that nobody would look or say anything, but I then heard my boss say, “Hey, everyone, look at the new guy’s clit.”
They all burst out in laughter as if knowing what he meant. My colleague Rob then pinched my tiny nub between his fingers. I jumped up and shouted, “Hey!”
I was trying to act tough, but it just came out high-pitched and girly. No sooner had I covered my penis with my hands that I felt a hand slap my butt very hard. “He’s got a woman’s ass too,” said my colleague Jeff.
Another colleague tried sticking a finger up my ass. All I could say was, “No, please,” to everyone’s laughter.
After the laughter died down, my boss said, “Well, now we know who is going to give the office blowjobs.”
I chuckled at this, thinking it was another joke, but nobody laughed. I could see all the guys nodding in agreement as if they were serious! I turned off the shower and was ready to head to my locker before my boss said, “Wait for me.”
Huh? I was so confused that I didn’t even know what to say. I stood there covering my penis like a fool stammering, trying to ask why he wanted me to wait. He looked at me directly in the face and said, “I told you to wait for me, you don’t need to know why. And stop touching your little penis, we’ve already seen how small you are.”
I was in shock, another comment about my size. My colleagues all grinned or smiled. When my boss was done showering, he walked me to his locker and starts talking to me about what my second day on the job would look like. I asked him to let me go get dressed, but he told him to just dry up while he talked to me. We were both getting naked which was extremely embarrassing because being so close the difference between our dicks was impossible to ignore.
Once I was dry, he took my towel and threw it in the towel bin, leaving me naked. I was going to ask whether I could go get dressed, but he interrupted me, saying, “You can get ready when I tell you when I’m done.”
I tried covering my penis, but he slapped me in the face, though it was not very hard. He said that the only thing more embarrassing than being seen next to someone with such a small penis was being seen with a man touching himself. I was shocked that he’d talk like that, as other men were walking by and looking at us. He was almost fully dressed and was still giving me instructions about the day. I couldn’t even process what he was saying from the embarrassment.
Later in the day, I had to go into his office to ask him to repeat what he wanted me to do because I hadn’t registered it. He sighed and said, “Oh, come here, little buddy, sit here.”
And gestured for me to sit on his lap. He talked to me as if I was a kid and tussled my hair once he was done.
The next day in the locker room, the process was very much the same. I had to wait for him after the shower and then follow him to his locker. “It’s easier if you just shower for as long as I do,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I said meekly.
I couldn’t believe I was acting so submissive but seen that huge cock and how small I was by comparison, it felt like what I had to do. The next day we repeated the process, but this time, instead of him telling me what the day would look like, he asked me for a rundown of what I’d do while he got dressed. I looked like a little kid being scolded. Some of my colleagues took pics and were laughing and commenting on the situation. This day, before I had a chance to get dressed, my boss said, “Maybe let’s just walk across the street like this, and you get dressed at work.”
I could tell he was dead serious, so I said, “What? No, please, people will see my little…”
Before I could finish saying anything, he said, “See what? You’re covered by hair, I can’t see anything. It’s faster this way.”
I could tell that he was dead serious, so I just repeated, “Please don’t make me, sir, please, please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, I promise.”
He didn’t flinch. I didn’t want to go outside naked, so I did the only thing I could think to do, I got on my knees and kept begging, ultimately kissing his feet in the hope that he’d take pity.
“Fine, OK, but get dressed quickly.”
As he helped me up off the floor, I noticed more colleagues taking pictures and blowing kisses, mocking what I had just done. I rushed to get dressed, walking out of the locker room with my belt only half-on, shoelaces untied, and shirt untucked. As we were walking across the street and I kept trying to fix myself, my boss said, “Now, who’s good to you?”
“You are, sir,” was all I could reply.
At work, I couldn’t concentrate. All I could do was think about that long cock that’s turned me into a submissive girly man. Another thing I couldn’t keep off my mind was that comment about the office blowjobs. Was that going to happen? Why did I seem to want it? Come lunchtime, I hadn’t gotten any work done. My boss walked into my office and said, “We’re going out.”
I wasn’t planning on going out because I wanted the lunch hour to make up for the work I hadn’t done in the morning. “Actually, I’m staying in to…”
He didn’t let me finish and acted as if I hadn’t said anything. “Grab your coat, let’s go.”
I assumed we were going for lunch, but when I asked him in the car, he simply started talking about the importance of understanding power and hierarchy. It was obvious that he was talking about our hierarchy, but he made it even more explicit by saying, “From an evolutionary perspective, men with smaller penises need to be submissive to big-dick men. You agree right?”
I felt my cock shrivel up inside my body, and all I could say was, “Of course, sir.”
He rested his hand on my thigh and said, “Good girl, I’m glad we understand each other.” We parked at the mall, and to my surprise, he grabbed me by the hand and said: “Come on, let’s go.”
Even though we were almost the same size, his hand dwarfed mine. I did feel like a little girl compared to him. To my surprise, instead of going to the food court, he led me to a beauty parlor where he had a reservation under my name. The receptionist took us to a back room, and as she was closing the door, he said, “Strip.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but, for some reason, my hands went to my belt buckle as if I was ready to do it. I hesitated, which caused my boss to say, “You do as I tell you, OK? You remember what we talked about in the car.”
I realized I was defeated. This big dick man owned me, and he knew it. I was on the verge of tears when an older Chinese woman and a burly Chinese man walked in. They started tugging at my clothes and helped undress me. I was utterly humiliated. My wife was the only woman that had ever seen me naked. The Chinese man looked at my penis and got a big smile on his face. I could tell he had a big cock from his loose-fitting pants. I couldn’t understand what the man and woman were saying because it was in Chinese, but they were laughing and made the ‘small’ symbol with their fingers.
“All?” the Chinese woman asked my boss.
He simply replied, “Yes, all.”
“What’s going on? Someone tell me please,” I pleaded as I covered my penis.
My boss gave me an intense stare that made me realize that he did not want me touching my little penis, so I obediently rested my hands by my sides. Without saying anything, the Chinese man took a trimmer to my pubic hair.
“Hey!” I shouted again with a high-pitched voice.
The Chinese woman flicked my little balls and said, “Shh! You bad little boy.”
My boss let out a chuckle. I simply looked down and resigned myself to be defeated once more. Not only did they trim off my pubic hair, but also they trimmed off my armpit hair, my legs, everything. Little by little, I felt whatever masculinity I had shed away. I let out a couple of tears only to have the man pat my butt and say, “Shh, shh, be a good boy.”
When they were done, the man guided me to lay face up in a table. My little penis poked out of my body somewhat, which caused everyone to laugh. Suddenly I felt a warm substance on my legs. Oh no, they also want to wax me!
“I know I won’t get any lip from you, right? We are making you nice and pretty for the men in the office,” my boss said almost gently.
“But how am I going to explain this to my wife?” I asked.
The response shocked me to my core.
“We’ve already discussed it, there’s no need to go over it with you.”
Huh, discussed it with whom, my wife? I didn’t dare to ask, though.
The waxing wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. It was, however, extremely humiliating to have one-man grip my penis with two fingers while I was being waxed. The man struggled to grab on to it too. All in front of my boss. The back part was also extremely humiliating. I was made to get on all fours, which I had never done for anyone. When it was time to get dressed, and I went through my clothes to find my underwear, I didn’t find them. My boss said, are you looking for this and pulled frilly pink panties out of his pocket.
“No, my underwear…” He explained to me that from now on, I needed to wear underwear that reflected my size. Before I could say anything, he said, “Your wife agrees and is on board. She’ll come down to the office tomorrow. We’ll talk then.”
I was so defeated by then that I didn’t even say anything. I put on my panties and got dressed. On our way back to work, I couldn’t say anything. The whole time I just looked down and said, “Yes, sir,” to whatever my boss said.
He was saying something about being a team player and pleasing real men so they could work.
When we got to the office, I realized that it was a Thursday, which meant that tomorrow was Friday, and there would be no gym (and thus no locker room torture). My celebration was short-lived. Around three PM, I got an e-mail to go to my boss’s office. When I got there, he was working on his computer and, without taking his eyes off the monitor, said, “Close the door but don’t lock it, strip, and suck it.”
I froze. While still working, my boss started unbuckling his belt. He pulled out his long dick so I could tell he was serious. I quickly stripped off my clothes and headed towards him, almost flaunting my naked hairless body. The reason I was in such a hurry, is that for some reason, I was extremely aroused and needed to suck his penis.
“STOP! This isn’t a barn, have some manner and fold your clothes,” he barked at me in a way that I worried others in the office would hear.
As embarrassing as it was to be yelled at naked, it was even more embarrassing to fold my clothes and put the panties on top of the pile of clothes. I made my way to my boss, got on my knees and took his long cock in my mouth. In a second, it almost doubled in size and girth. I could barely fit it in, but it felt very right. I struggled a little because of the size, so my boss grabbed my hair, pushing me up and down. With my right hand, I fondled his big balls. They were warm and felt bigger than they looked. Oh, what it must be like to have those big balls. I can’t even imagine. He moaned loudly as if trying to get others to hear.
I sucked him for what felt like forever. All of a sudden, the door opened. It was my colleague, Rob. I stood up like a soldier. I thought about covering myself but remembered he doesn’t like that. All of a sudden, my boss pushed me against the desk and spread apart my butt cheeks.
“See how good she looks?” he asked Rob.
Rob felt me up and slapped my ass. Then, my boss pushed his hard cock against me and fucked me. To my surprise, it hurt for one second but then felt amazing.
“I will give you the whole thing when you’re ready. These five inches will do for now. It’s more than you have!”
He was right. Although I felt full, I could tell he wasn’t giving me his all.
Rob took out his phone and started recording. I buried my face in my hands and looked down to hide my shame.
“No, baby girl, daddy wants you to look at the camera.”
Without missing a beat, I said, “Yes, sir, whatever you want,” and looked at the camera.
Then, Rob pulled out his erect dick. It wasn’t as big as the boss’s but a lot bigger than mine is. My boss moved me to the edge of the desk so I could be closer to Rob. I knew what they wanted and took his cock in my mouth. I’d never felt pleasure like this. It dawned on me that I was being recorded, but nobody else’s face was going to show. Rob took his cock out of my mouth for a second and pointed at a monitor that had a video feed from the lobby. It was my wife. What was she doing here?
To be continued…
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot has remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.
I should have never told my g/f that my friends all had really fat peckers lol
I hope there will be a sequel soon, I can really put myself in his place with my hard 2.75 inch stump.
Great story thanks for that
Small cock among the small-tailed