Long Day at Work: Chapter 1

This story contains sexual activity that could be unsafe in real life - be aware and use condoms/protection to play safe!

"Matt, please, no, don't do this!" I beg. It's 7.20 on Monday morning and I'm on my hands and knees on our bed, naked, trying to see what you have planned for me today.

"Enough talking, bitch," you say. "You haven't earned the right to ask me for mercy. You came too fast last night and scraped your teeth on my cock just now. Maybe this will break through some barriers, teach you to love being my slave, doing shameful things because I like it, huh?" You grab a thick black butt plug - must be a new toy you bought last week - and shove it into my hole, which is still wet and sticky from being used earlier this morning. I try to get up from being on all fours, but you push me back down. "I'm not done yet boi." You take a shiny metal belt, which looks like a chastity belt but without anything in the front, and lock it around my waist and legs, trapping the plug inside me. I strain, trying to push the plug out, but it barely budges, and the pressure on my prostate just makes me start to get hard again. I hear the click of a small padlock, and it makes me shiver with fear and excitement. Oh fuck.

"Better run off to work now boy, or you'll be late won't you?" you say as you move back and let me get ready to leave the house. You kiss me goodbye, still grinning evilly, and watch me leave from the window, fingering the device in your pocket...

The plug makes me walk a little awkwardly, each step driving it against my prostate and sending goosebumps down my arms, making me feel both horny and embarrassed at the same time. I feel like my cock is leaking constantly in my pants. I have to stand on the bus and the train, constantly looking around to see if anyone notices the well-dressed office boy, locked and plugged and sweating and breathing slightly heavily, squirming every time the train jolts slightly and he has to change position, moaning quietly when no-one notices.

At work I am totally distracted all morning, by the plug in my ass, unable to sit in my chair in a way that relieves the pressure on my prostate. By lunchtime, I'm desperate to try and get the thing out of me, and I'm so hard and horny that I just want to rub one out, fuck it if someone comes in and hears me... but when I get to the toilets and hide in a stall, I think about what you'll do to me if I cum now without your permission. There's no escape. Fuck. I take several deep breaths, wash my face with some cold water, and head back out to the office.

Around 3 pm, I get a text from you - you rarely text me while at work - and check my phone. 'Tom. Come to the window.' I wait a few minutes, trying to create an excuse to walk to the window, but that's a mistake because you send me another text. 'Come now or I'll really make you regret it.' I gulp and cross the office to the window, looking out onto the street. I see you standing at the bus stop outside, looking directly into my eyes - so it seems. I watch as you press something you're holding in your hand. And then my plug starts buzzing quietly and vibrating, and I have to bite my lip to avoid moaning loudly in forced pleasure. I look up again but you're gone. My boss watches me warily as I dash back to my desk and sit down. I have to clench hard and sit down firmly to quieten the buzzing, but that just makes the evil toy inside me stimulate my prostate even more, and within ten seconds I'm cumming hard, hidden underneath the desk, filling my trousers with hot cum. I pretend to have a coughing fit but it doesn't stop the feeling of total humiliation at being teased and vibrated to orgasm at my desk, being unable to do anything to stop it while everyone around me gets on with their work totally oblivious to your demented tortures.

But the evil plug doesn't stop its buzzing and vibrating, and it takes all my concentration to resist ripping off my clothes right there and finishing myself off again and again for the rest of the afternoon. Instead, I sit at my desk, twisting and squirming, and grit my teeth, and try to hide the spreading wet patch on my trousers.

I cum twice more before I get home: once on the train home from work, having been teased and stimulated constantly for the last three hours, and once more when I get off the bus, causing some passengers to stare at me in disgust. You are waiting for me when I get back home. I immediately open my mouth to ask you to take the plug out, but then I remember what you said earlier this morning, and instead let you push me to my knees and suck your throbbing, needy cock. Maybe I'm getting better at this, or maybe seeing me desperate to cum and being vibrated forcibly all day has you hornier than usual, because you cum quickly and messily, blasting a big thick load into my mouth, which I immediately swallow, before cleaning you off as best I can. "Not bad, boy," you say, "but I'm not done with you yet." What? What more do you want from me?

But I don't get a chance to ask as you pull me to my feet, stripping my clothes off. You spin me round and cuff my wrists together behind my back. You then take out the remote control for the plug from your pocket, and hang it on a chain around my neck. "I need to head out and pick up dinner," you say. "Won't be long. Cum as much as you like while I'm gone. Oh, and you can turn off the plug now if you want." You head out, knowing that the chain is too short for me to reach the remote, and that I'll probably cum another two times, maybe even dry ones, before you get back. You can practically hear the screams of frustration I'll make while you're out, as I desperately hump the carpet trying to get some short-lived relief from the vibrating plug, and the thought of it just makes you dizzy with excitement. Maybe next time, you'll start the vibrator before I even leave the house...