All Good Dogs Are Trained

Don't Cum Yet~

Denji stood in front of her desk like he did almost every day. Being just past 17:00 the pink afternoon sun was just starting to set. It illuminated a sort of God-like light through the windows of the small office. "Denji~kun, you do know why I called you in here, right?" Makima asked him, tilting her head slightly to the right. The question - almost rhetorical, but not quite - gave him a sense of tension in his stomach. "No Miss Makima, I don't," a deep breath followed.

She stood up, walked over to where he was standing, and gave him a long, condescending stare. "Well, Denji~kun, I noticed you have been very distracted during the recent...assignments I've been giving you," the boy internally sighed. Unfortunately, no one ever told him to 'Never celebrate too early'. Which is nt a very good thing to be ignorant of, if I do say so myself.

Denji stood up straight once again, "I'm sorry Miss Makima, I'll try harder-" "Ahh...ahh...ahh, that's not what I'm saying," she cut the blonde off. "I was talking about...that," she looked down at Denji's very apparent bulge. Fuck! She noticed? He began to sweat. "Yes, I did notice," she had basically read his mind.

The next sigh came from Makima, "Denji~kun, I hope you understand. Chainsaw Man is not easily distracted. Chainsaw Man is disciplined." As his boss took a step closer, Denji whimpered. He actually whimpered. God, I just can't act normal with her around. She's so fucking hot! "Clearly discipline isn't something you have much of," for a moment she looked past Denji, at the door. Was she checking that it was closed? "So, while I could try and teach you some manners; I have a more...appealing idea," the red-head smirked.

"W-What's that Miss M-Makima?" he felt way too hot. And not in a good way. He was just uncomfortable. Another step, so that they were not more than a foot from each other. Denji couldn't help admiring her beautiful facial features. Every bit of her seemed more perfect than the last. What he would do to date her! "I think it would be better to help you with your issue," Makima said in an extremely suggestive tone. One which made Denji noticeably shiver. Pathetic. She thought.

"Denji~kun, how often would you say you touch yourself?" the question jumped at the boy like a monster in a horror movie. What?! Why would she be asking me that?! "W-W-W-What?! N-No, I don't...um-" which was obviously a lie. Of course he touched himself. To Makima even, more times than he had cells in his body.

"Don't lie!" her voice was as a distant thunder. The quiet authority was a marvel that only she could pull off. Denji hung his head low for a moment and when he came back up, the blush on his face was empirical. "A-A lot, I-" another sigh. Bingo. Makima smiled. This boy is truly unworthy of his power. "Good boy~," she suddenly grabbed Denji and spun him around pushing his ass against the desk. The small, brown woodwork rattled at his weight.

His boss took herself with him so that they were side-by-side. Her right leg across both of Denji's. Makima's corresponding hand reached down to softly paw at his clothed dick. "You do it so much, yet you can't keep focused," she giggled, "Chainsaw Man doesn't do such things. And he won't anymore." The blonde's breath instantly became labored the second he felt her hand on him. "M-Miss-" "Shhh, Denji~kun, I know you want this anyway. My hope is, that this will be the finality of your little sexual fiascos."

Why is she doing this?! And why am I complaining? Makima began to undo his belt, then his button, then his zipper. He kept quiet except for his breath, which was somehow still getting stronger. Let's see what we're working with here. She pulled his dick out from his underwear. He was big, no, very big for his age. "You better be satisfied after this, Denji~kun," her hand wrapped around him. "Ahh~!" Denji moaned as her cool hands caressed him.

"Hush doggy!" Makima's hand began to move up and down, slowly at first. "Chainsaw Man only speaks when told," her hand started to accumulate speed. "mmmpf~..." Denji bit his lip as he began to make even more noises. Jerking off could never compare to this. Not to her. Never to her. To say he was already close was an understatement. The boy's balls twitched under his bosses touch. Once, twice, and then a third time.

"Don't cum yet, Denji~kun," she ordered, "I want you to release all of your tension at once. For good." Denji's hips bucked. He was trying to force himself further into her hand. Yet there was no more distance to travel. "M-Miss Makima...p-p-please l-let me...c-cum!" She sped up again. "No! Be good, Chainsaw Man, and follow my orders," Makima commanded, "You don't want to be punished do you?" He didn't even bother shaking his head.

Pre-cum spilled out of his cock, only lubricating the surface that his boss had to work with. "20 more seconds, Denji~kun," she whispered. Her hand was now moving so fast the room was being filled with the noise of his wetness when no one was speaking. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," Makima moved her mouth to his ear. "Ahh~! Mmm~! M-Miss!" Denji cooed, unable to hold back anymore.

His boss kissed the inside of his ear as she abruptly stopped stroking, "Cum~," the blonde's dam burst. Rope after rope of cum shot out into Makima's extended hand. "Hahhh~! Ghahhh~!" he gasped as he experienced the best ejaculation of his life. Finally when Denji quieted down, she took her hand to mouth. Taking a small lick of the fluid on her index finger. "Delicious, Denji~kun" she said, much to his surprise. She wiped her hand on a nearby napkin from her lunch and put away Denji's limp dick, giving it a pat, "Good boy~."