Not so lonely Break
James is a hard-working manager, but he needs a break
Kinktober Day 8: Webcam
Not so lonely Break
James is a hard-working manager, but he needs a break
Kinktober Day 8: Webcam
Far from the usual toxic open space where all analysts and call-takers worked, James had the comfort of a private office.
As much private as it could be in a space where he could extend both arms and practically tickle the walls. Walls that were almost thinner than the company’s budget dedicated to mental healthcare. But that was a detail for James.
The old and glassy-eyed Gecko still had his eyes locked on the long lines of Excel raw data he had to skim through: terrible feedback, KPI results, and returns from the annual reviews.
It was a mishmash of data that gave him a headache to think about and worse to look at. If he squinted enough, he was sure he could read ‘Consumerism will devour us all’ from the lines. Or perhaps it was his brain, lacking all the good vitamin D, that told him to get a rest.
But if that were the case, his brain was wrong, and — Ping! Or maybe not.
A single message appeared on the notification bar. It wasn’t on the company’s Slack, but rather the application he had open in his browser. The particular ping could only be heard through his headset, and it instantly made him perk up.
He did not outright smile, but he maintained his focus on the unfolding conversation.
“Are you at work, slut?” asked his interlocutor, Punishdem.
“Yes,” confirmed James.
“Take a pic”
James gulped at the request. But it wasn’t so surprising, nor unexpected, as his right foot bounced on the floor. Then, with a raspy breath, he stood up. The old Gecko pushed against the chair, his body language as tense as a plank. Even his little tail curled as he was up, his hands on the desk and breathing heavily.
Ping! “Do not make me wait”
The words were still on the screen when James reached for his phone. The battery was half-full, a dozen messages from his wife awaited him like the usual rambling she’d do over the day.
Then, with a sigh, he unlocked the screen and turned on the camera. Came forth the vision of the red carpet underneath his feet before he turned around and looked at his gray slacks and leather belt.
A moment later, he eyed the office door. Nobody would bother him at this hour; it was too early.
So… He undid the buckle, pushed his pants down, and… bent over the desk. His breathing became a wince as he felt the pressure shifting in his guts and the slight tap on his organs. Then, with another wince, the Gecko had his tail lifted… And his phone pointed at his exposed green posterior.
The fatty and saggy glutes were spread, though the Gecko tried to take a photo of the purple plug lodged between them, like a cylinder protruding from his asshole, and that kept buzzing or teasing him over the day.
He pressed on the phone screen, but nothing happened.
He took it back in hand, made sure his finger was right above the button, and… This time, there was the distinct sound of a photo being taken. A moment later, the Gecko glanced at his phone. His tail and ass partially obstructed the picture… Nevertheless, he sent the image through the app and saw it appear on his computer screen.
He hoped that was enough.
Ping! “That’s all?”
It wasn’t enough. James gulped, feeling his heart sink in his chest while he sat down after having put his pants back on. He saw the three little dots dancing on the chat, telling his master that he was writing another message.
“Call me.” “Now.” “Right now.” “Get it?”
The sudden barrage caught James by surprise. His heart, heavy before, was beating so much in his chest that he was feeling breathless. The pings were coming in so fast, he instinctively turned off the headset. Then, he bounced on Slack, searching for his master’s name with that same alias.
He had issues finding him; the application was slow today due to numerous messages from the various channels he was on. He typed the name in the search, found him… And called.
The options appeared, with James instinctively turning on the camera and off the mic.
A second later, he came back to the application and saw the barrage had continued. Then stopped.
“Good. Now. Remove your pants.”
His heart still drumming, James complied. His pants were already straining, tense from the sudden burst of hormones rushing through his blood and into his junk. He trembled while he pulled his half-done belt down and his slacks along, revealing his white briefs that were partially covered by his blue shirt.
“Even your underwear. And sit on the chair.”
James complied, though trembling. His glasses were foggy, and sweat dripped all over his face as he pulled his underwear down. His cock, practically at eight inches, dropped down at first. Then it throbbed with desire, the uncut tip red and glistening while the Gecko sat on the chair.
“Open your legs. I want to see your ass.”
Again, James nodded.
His cock throbbed even harder and began to stiffen. The limp and straight cock began to rise and then to arch, the lower side forming a curve with the cocktip pointing upward. The mushroom-shaped tip was… Glistening, and practically oversized compared to the shaft itself.
James’ testicles, on the other side, were not as impressive. But they were low-hanging in a leathery scrotum. Scrotum the Gecko pushed aside while he reclined… And finally lifted his legs to put them on the armrests.
His breathing was quick, his mouth opening and closing regularly while he watched and focused entirely on the three bouncing dots.
“Good boy. Get ready for your surprise.”
The Gecko trembled and smiled. His tail hit the soft carpet and rubbed against it as he lifted his arms underneath his knees. To make sure his legs were spread enough. Even his boots and socks appeared on the camera while the Gecko took a long breath. And grimaced.
Grimaced when the plug, oversized and firmly lodged within him, delivered a shock and vibrated. It vibrated slowly at first, but it picked up the pace until the buzz filled the office. A buzz that resonated within the Gecko, within that wobbly, swampy, and fat ass. A buzz that spread through the Gecko’s groin until James felt like his cock was buzzing, too. His cock was pointing up and already spraying precum all over the office chair and the whole length. It was also burning at the tip. Enough for James to be biting his lips while glancing at his erection… And extending one hand for it.
“Do not touch yourself, bitch. Or no cum for you.” “Now. Make me proud.”
James’ hands dropped, and so, the Gecko was left heaving, moaning, wincing, and grimacing while the camera above the screen recorded everything. The little red dot was practically captivating the Gecko’s attention as he drooled, had his eyes rolling, and then his tongue licked his dry lips.
“More? Thumbs up if you want more.”
The Gecko did not wait. He offered the camera a thumbs up… Aaaand the sex toy buzzed with a renewed intensity, practically bouncing within and brutalizing the Gecko’s posterior. It wasn’t a mere increase. James’ master had cranked up the whole sex toy to the max. The plugged toy was unleashed inside his asshole, rolling, buzzing, bouncing, pushing against the sphincter with such strength the Gecko’s huffs turned into moans.
His cock was spraying so much precum, and it was getting dense and whiter. But the Gecko, again, followed the order as he closed his eyes and cut himself off from the world.
He focused instead on the pleasure that was in his groin. In the fire that was increasing with each buzzing sensation. He focused on the tiny tap, on the rolls, on the squeeze against his prostate. And then… He felt it: the edge, the abyss, the limit.
For a second, James bit his lips and thought he could ride this out. It was so good. It felt so good, it was almost insulting not to enjoy this, that… limit he followed through sheer will.
And then… He accepted what his master wanted of him and let go. Of his restraints, of his limitations.
He dropped. Came. Felt his entire groin bursting. He could also sense that cum was shooting up and right through the air, only to land on his shirt and face. He could feel the pressure in his groin that was still there after the first shot.
He could feel the shock coursing through his back and making his tail twist again. And then… He felt a gust stroking his body?
James’ eyes opened instantly as he looked around him. He was still weakly shooting when he looked towards the door, watching one of his assistants looking back at him, in shock… The assistant pointed at the screen.
For a second, James’s primal brain rushed. He bent over, reached for his desk, and almost fell. He had to turn everything off, clean what was suspicious.
It was only then, as he closed the chat, that he saw, underneath, the call… He didn’t call his master. He called everyone in the conversation alongside his master.
His boss, his boss’s boss, his assistants… Everyone. “Fuck.”