I'm so close, fuck, if I just... Reaching down, my hand brushed across my pulsing hard-on, a whimper croaking free. Distracted, I didn't notice him until he ran a finger down my spine.
"Something wrong, Miles?"
Jumping, I spun so hard I slammed into the wall, eyes finding the smug face of Deane standing where I had just been. "You!" I shouted, and as I did, the anal plug swelled, shaking inside my ass deliciously. Rolling my eyes shut, head tilting back, I sobbed with shame and passion. "Aah, this..."
"So you like my gift, I take it." Moving, he stood over me, arm propping on the wall above my head. His shadow enveloped me, the scent of pine in my nose. His aftershave, probably, I thought in a daze. His hand slid to my chest, startling me, but I was trembling too much to push him away.
This is too much, I can't take it!
He scraped down my shirt, finally resting on my belt. "Answer me, Miles, do you like it?"
"N--no," I growled, mustering up enough anger to glare into his mocking face. That was when he lifted his other hand, showing me the small remote. His thumb, braced on a scrolling wheel, cranked it higher. Instantly, the object deep inside of me came to life even more fiercely, churning and flexing inside my ass with exuberance. "Ah! This--stop, no, I can't...!"
Corvac brushed his fingers down, sliding over the obvious bulge in my pants. "Can't what? Just say you like what I'm doing to you, it's such a simple task. Just speak, Miles."
I can't give in... I can't...
And then, he stroked my cock through my trousers, teasing over the underside of the head, spreading precum around the inside and on my belly. The toy pumped in me, my muscles clenching as the hot burst of pleasure grew in my core. That was all I could take, I couldn't hold back.
With a pathetic cry, my body shivered, the orgasm taking hold of me. I almost fell, legs weak, useless, but Corvac scooped an arm around me, holding me against him while I came. Sperm, warm and thick, filled my boxers. In my ears, over the pounding of my blood, I heard my panting, my shameful moans.
"Good boy," he crooned in my ear, words that lifted goosebumps. Strangely, they also sent a spark of delight to my cock.
No, pull yourself together, you shouldn't enjoy this!
Gritting my teeth, I pulled away from him, stumbling back, the wall bracing me. Through hazy eyes, I stared at him, aware that the pulsing of the toy in my ass hadn't slowed. "S--stop this, turn it off."
"What, after a show like that? How could I?" Laughing, he smoothed his hair. "No, I think I'll keep this up, especially since you refuse to do as I say."
"What? I put your fucking device on, what do you mean?"
Lifting an eyebrow, Deane bent close. It took everything in me not to wrench away, or to punch him. "I told you to admit you liked the feeling of that little treat filling your sweet asshole, Miles. And, even though you came quite obviously," his eyes fell to the wet patch on my pants. My cheeks were burning like fire. "You still seem to be set on resisting me. So," he shrugged, turning the knobs on the remote, the butt plug shrinking slightly but still vibrating at a lower level, "I'm not ready to stop playing with you."
"How kind of you," I muttered, trying to ignore how my spent cock was still pulsing in my boxers. "What am I supposed to do about this?" Waving a hand at the soaked crotch of my pants, I grimaced.
"You mean you don't want to play golf looking like that?"
"Stop it," I whispered. "I can't, that's too much."
"If I demanded it, you would have no choice." He was calm, it was hard to doubt his words. "Luckily, I have a spare set of pants in my locker here. Come with me, Miles." The emphasis he put on the word made me swallow.
Together we walked, Corvac with his infuriating grin, and me with the butt plug buzzing, if muted, in my rear tunnel. I felt exhausted and on edge at the same time, a combination I didn't like. The toy gave me no relief, forcing me to be reminded of how my boss had made me cum in front of him helplessly.
The semen squishing against my cock served as a reminder as well.
"Here we are," he said, rounding a corner to where the walls were covered in large lockers. Opening one, he handed me a fresh pair of khakis. "Change quickly, my business partners are no doubt waiting upstairs for us."
Blinking, I took the clothes, wrinkling my forehead. "Turn around at least."
"I won't," he scoffed, folding his arms. "Hurry up already."
Ugh, this guy... he's impossible. Frowning, I unzipped my pants, sliding them off quickly. If I was going to have to do this, I wanted it over with as fast as possible.
Corvac would not allow that.
As soon as I'd kicked off my shoes and revealed my boxers, the object in my asshole became erratic, swelling to the point of almost hurting. My entire sphincter felt stuffed, the surface of the rubber electric in its vibrations. Having my sensitive tunnel played with again, so soon, so intensely, I finally fell to my knees with a shout.
His hand came down on my hair, wrapping in steadily, holding me still as he forced my chin upwards. Those eyes were darker than they had been even in my recent, confusing dreams. "I love seeing you like this, Miles. Forgive me, I admit I got a bit caught up when I saw you in your damp boxers."
With the toy digging away inside of me, I only managed a weak, raspy moan.
"Yes," he inhaled deeply, chest expanding in his obvious joy. "Like that. Your expressions, your reactions, this is turning out better than I had even hoped." His fingers were a vice in my scalp, making my skin itch. "Unzip me," he commanded.
Looking forward, perfectly level with his waist, the shape of his engorged cock was blatant through his clothing. That's... I wonder what it would feel like if I... No, no! I can't do that! Squeezing my eyes shut, I hissed at another bulging flex inside my ass. "N--no, I won't... I won't do that!"
"No?" He asked, sounding unconvinced. "Your prick looks ready to burst again, you're clearly loving this, Miles. Just go on, give me a taste, I'm sure you'd love to feel me sliding between your lips." Again, he turned the remote up, the toy corresponding, rippling in me, making my shaft painful with its need.
Fuck, I want to cum, I need to cum again!
He pulled me forward, it was difficult to focus, to resist. My cheek was rubbed against the firm shape of his manhood through his pants; knowing what I was touching both thrilled and sickened me. "Go on, Miles, just unzip me and have a taste. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"No... I won't," I pleaded, feeling my resistance crumbling. Maybe just... maybe just one lick...
Abruptly, the buzzing in my asshole stopped, leaving phantom tingles echoing through my center. Confused, I felt him let me go, stepping back so he could scowl down at me. "Fine then. You won't listen, then I'll just have to get you begging for it. I warn you, Miles, I am not forgiving."
Unsure what was going on, I rubbed a hand over my hard cock, blushing at how I was kneeling on the floor. Standing gingerly, I slipped on the clean khakis, still watching Deane from the corner of my eye. My balls were aching with my desire to cum, and with the toy no longer bringing me pleasure, I felt... robbed. "Why did you stop?"
"I told you, I'm going to make you beg for the right to please me." Smiling, he tucked the remote away. "Finish dressing, we have a game to play."
I couldn't be sure if he was referring to the golf, or something far more sinister.
***
The men were waiting for us on the green, the day sunny and warm. My body was even hotter, strangely empty feeling from being brought so close to orgasm, then being denied.
"Corvac!" One of them cried, waving us over.
"Gentlemen," Deane said, smiling so wide his teeth glimmered. "This is my assistant, Miles, he'll be playing with us today." He glanced at me, so I took that as my cue to try and act polite, normal.
I didn't feel like either.
Clearing my throat, I nodded. "Uh, nice to meet you all. I have to admit, I've never played much golf."
"He's being modest," Deane laughed, offering me a wicked smirk. "He
's an expert with balls, aren't you?"
Flushing, I could only look away uncomfortably. I missed him sliding his hand into his pocket, but it was clear he had tweaked the remote, for the anal plug gave a small twitch inside of my ass. Jumping, I shot a surprised, irritated glare at him, yet he was already talking to the others.
Fuck you, Corvac, fuck you fuck you!
The game was difficult, made more so by Deane's constant teasing of my body. Whenever I wasn't expecting it, which he seemed far too good at gauging, he'd flick the toy on and let it churn inside of me, pulsing wildly. Each time, I'd gasp, covering my mouth, hiding my erection carefully behind the golf bags.
Once, he caught my eye. I tried to speak with him through my expression, pleading with him with wide eyes to stop this. All he did was smile, then turn the object up even higher. It stretched me, I knew I was leaking sticky precum inside of my boxers. After everything, the underwear felt tight, uncomfortable.
The hour lingered, each minute torture as Deane alternated between taking me close to cumming in my pants, then backing off, causing my lower belly to clench, my balls begging for release. I hated it, my body was betraying me; I wanted nothing more than to cum, but I knew Corvac wouldn't allow me.
Wait, what's wrong with me, I don't want to cum! I have to remember that... I don't want this!
My cock didn't seem to agree.
"Your turn, Miles," Corvac whispered, giving me a slap on the back, simultaneously turning the probe up to full, flexing speed. This made me wobble, my gasp embarrassing. Using his shove to mask it, I forced a laugh, wiping sweat from my brow. Fuck you, fuck you...
Taking the club, I bent over the golf ball, leaning in a way that I prayed hid my swollen prick. If the men saw, glimpsed my arousal... Blushing, I inhaled deeply, swinging at my target. It was then that he made the ring around my cock vibrate, squeezing hard enough to stop the oncoming rush of pleasure that promised release. It was a new sort of torture, one I hadn't known was possible.
Crying out, I missed entirely, falling to my hands and knees. Around me, I heard murmurs of concern, shadows blocking out the sun.
"Is he alright?" Someone asked, but I couldn't reply. The ripple of hard, rough delight made me weak, my ass fluttering around the toy as my shaft was engulfed at the root. I was so close, but the device was halting me from crashing over the brink, constricting like a prison.
"I think he isn't well, I'll take him back." Hands touched my shoulders, helping me stand. Corvac, he's got me, no. My boss was strong, I was in no shape to fight. Easily, he led me to the golf cart, getting me inside. "Sorry friends, we'll continue this another time."
Closing my eyes, I felt the cart start, the engine roaring. We drove off, my panting growing as we left the group behind. "You... bastard..." I breathed, hoarse and frustrated. In answer, I heard him chuckle.
"What, is there a problem? You seem... flustered."
Inside of me, the anal plug grew, causing me to whimper. The cool wind from the drive refreshed me some, enough that when Corvac reached over, touching my cock through my pants, I whipped my head towards him in angry disbelief. "That--don't..."
"Don't what?" He asked softly, steering, not once looking my way. "Help you out? I can tell how badly you want to cum, am I wrong?"
Biting my tongue, I refused to speak. Deane glanced at me, then easily stroked me through the material. He was masterful, he had me groaning pitifully in seconds, arching into him desperately. The cock-ring squeezed, keeping my climax locked away. "Fuck, I can't take this, please!"
"That's more like it," he chuckled, I noticed he was driving the cart across the grass into the hidden shadows of the trees. "Please what?"
"Please, I just..." I just need to cum, but I can't say that!
"Use your words," he said, and I could almost taste his smirk. The golf cart pulled to a halt behind a large bush, blocking us from any who might have come close to the area. I knew, though, that no one would have bothered. We were effectively alone.
Releasing the steering wheel, Deane slid the remote back into view, taunting me with it as he rubbed his thumb over the buttons, not pressing. "Go on, please what? Please let you cum, is that it?"
"Y--yes," I sobbed, crimson as a beet. I couldn't control my lust, or my shame, any longer. I didn't resist when he unbuttoned my pants, the zipper sliding, my boxers straining to contain my erection. Gently, he ran his finger tip down my length, enjoying how I squirmed.
"You're so close, I can feel it. Isn't this fun?"
"No!"
"No?" He blinked, tracing down between my thighs, then outlining the shape of my shaft. "You don't like this?"
"I don't... I don't want to be teased." The words surprised me, my head turning so I didn't have to see his amused face. Firmly, he gripped my chin, letting my cock go. Trapped by those onyx eyes of his, I watched as he lifted the remote into view by his temple.
He's going to press it, he's going to...!
Though I braced myself, I wasn't prepared, the sensations making me tremble when they coursed through me. I had no bones, no muscle, I was jelly. Drool slid from my mouth, my moans pathetic and helpless. Unable to fight, Corvac was able to casually slide my boxers and pants down, freeing my rigid dick into the air.
"Look how ready you are!" Laughing, he circled my hot flesh, pumping me with determination. "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes!" I cried, no longer finding the will to fight.
He took my hand, sliding it low, until it rested between his own legs. There, I felt the shape of his cock, sensed his own hungry need. Deane leaned close, whispering into my air, raising the hairs on my neck. "Touch me, and I'll let you."
"But I..."
"Go on," he coaxed me, forcing my palm up his length.
Swallowing, I gripped his trousers, sliding them down. "Mr. Corvac, I told you, I'm not--"
"You keep claiming you're not gay, yes," he said in exasperation. "And yet, today you've cum in the arms of none other than me, and I am clearly a man. On top of that," he set the remote on the dashboard, reaching out to brush my pulsing length, making me wince, "you're raging to go because of me, and touching my own cock, so..."
Oh god, he's right, I thought in a confused panic. Gently, he cupped my neck, guiding me down across the seats. Easily, he had me bent low, my face inches from where our hands were both cupping his bulge. Urged on by him, and by my own uncertain passion, I tugged his boxers down, releasing his arching manhood into the light. The veins made a lattice across the surface, a map that begged me to followed it with my touch.
I didn't realize how close I was to him, not until Corvac gripped my neck, forcing my nose to bump against his fleshy head. The scent, musky and strong, filled my skull, making my eyes dopey. What am I doing, this is another man's dick in front of me... I can't...
"Taste it," he purred, holding me steady. He had linked his fingers with mine, wrapping them around the root of his prick. In my grip, I could feel him twitch, and my own cock gave a throb of sympathy.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, noting it wouldn't vanish, I felt myself hesitating. "I--I can't."
"Just try it." His whispers were dark promises, insistent as the fingers gripping my throat. He made me squeeze his shaft, pumping my hand within his own over the thickness. The touch on my neck vanished, I knew he had retrieved the remote when I felt the butt plug start flexing again in my ass.
I can't think... can't focus...
"Go on," he crooned, aiming his tip, shiny with his precum, at my gaping mouth. "Just a taste, Miles. Try it." The pulsing toy inside of me increased, driving my pleasure back to a dizzying height. Gasping, my mouth went slack, and Deane took advantage of my state.
Pushing me down, he forced my lips to connect with his pliant flesh, the salty taste of his juice on my tongue. I knew I had his cock in my mouth, but I had no way to escape. Patiently, yet firmly, Corvac guided me down by my hair, making his swollen member glide over my tongue.
Oh god oh god oh god, his d
ick is in my mouth, I'm actually doing this.
He was tangy, strong, it made my brain melt. Between the buzzing probe, and the new, erotic sensation of suckling at this man's dick, I was lost. "Good boy," he chuckled above me, then hissed in pleasure. I felt him swell in my mouth, my jaw aching from his girth.
The size of my erection was humiliating, especially when he released my hand, reaching under me to brush the bobbing, plump head. "You're so ready, Miles. Do you want to cum, is that it?"
Gagging, I choked on his length as he pushed me down, then pulled me free abruptly. Gasping, drool coating my lips, connecting in a string to the tip of his dick, I knew I was flushed red. Breathing heavy, eager for more, I didn't resist when he reached down to stroke my shaft.
"Tell me," he demanded, clenching the base by the cock-ring. "Tell me you need to cum, or I swear, I'll stop this now and walk away from this, leaving you tortured for hours."
The idea terrified me, but it also made my center hot, excited. Licking my lips, unable to meet his eyes, I whispered with obvious shame. "I--I need to cum, please, this has gone on too long. I can't take it, just..."
"Shh," he admonished me, reaching for the remote. I tensed, ready for another assault. The button he pressed turned the device off, the clasps holding it on me 'clicking' loudly. Confused, I realized the locks had released, that I was free.
Gingerly, Deane slid the harness off my hips, the ring causing intense pleasure as it stroked up my cock, catching on my head and requiring a harder tug. The butt plug had receded in size, I reached back to remove it, until Corvac snapped up my wrists. "No," he said with a sneer. "Let me."
To my surprise, he spun me in the cart, my arms and head hanging out over the door. Humiliated, my instinct was to struggle, to fight, but Deane reached between my legs, pumping my aching shaft. "Calm down," he instructed me. "I'll be gentle, you'll love what I've got for you."
How can I believe that?
I could feel him teasing the entrance of my ass, pulling at the base of the plug. He stirred it, beginning to slide it free, only to push it back in again. I was too worked up, in seconds I was writhing back, meeting his strokes as he fucked me with the rubber object. Between that and his hand on my cock, I felt my orgasm mounting.
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