1. This is a sequel series to another story I wrote and posted in the story forums called “Strip Club Tease Toy”. I recommend reading it first in order to get the full picture of how exactly Dan ended up in this situation. I’m certainly biased but I think it’s worth it.
2. This is the second of a six part series, and I’ll be publishing the rest of the installments weekly(ish), so if you like my stuff, keep an eye out for future installments (and please let me know in the comments: knowing that people actually are enjoying this makes working on it a lot more fun!)
3. If you HAVE already read “Strip Club Tease Toy”, you may notice a few small changes: I changed a few names and details for continuity reasons, but it’s nothing super complex. In fact, I imagine the only thing the average reader would notice is that I’ve changed Sarah’s name to Cindi. But that’s why, if you notice anything different.
4. This is A. a fantasy and B. heavily about female domination and tease and denial. If it's not your thing, don't read it and then leave mean comments on a free story. That's weird behavior! Just go find something you like and talk about that! I don't need the kink shaming!
That’s it! Please enjoy, and again, PLEASE let me know if you did! I have a lot of future plans for the hapless Dan Green, and I’m having a lot of fun doing this.
Tease Toy Orientation 2: A Day on the Job
About 5 minutes after Trixi had left, Dan felt the bands against his body slacken again, and he removed the Exoskeleton. He took it off slowly and carefully (he wanted to smash it against the wall and rip it to shreds while he screamed, but he wisely abstained), and left it on Trixi’s work table, trembling with frustration and sexual need as he did so, his cock still bouncing and dribbling. Then he dressed himself in a daze, pulling his clothes back on in relief and trying to ignore the snug fit of the Control Ring against his still aching scrotum. He breathed slowly and did his damnedest to think about anything in the world except beautiful women or the gnawing hunger in his balls. Once he was dressed, he exited the break room, heading out into the nude poster lined back hallway of The Tease Club, and then hurried out to the back alley before he could get cornered by another one of these insane women.
Dan walked back to the spot where his car had been parked for two days now, moving slowly and with a wide legged, almost limping gait as he tried to calm his erection. As he walked up to his unobtrusive Camry, he found a parking ticket sticking out from under his windshield wiper, a result of leaving the vehicle parked here for over 24 hours. He closed his eyes in frustration “Fuck.” he thought, “Just a perfect end to a perfect day.” It was about a 30 minute drive to get home, and he listened to music as he drove, slowly allowing his body to calm down enough for his desperate erection to begin to go down.
He tried to pay attention to the road, and not to think about the way that Lexi had smelled while she had been riding his cock, or the sounds that Trixi had made as she had diddled herself on the couch next to him while he watched. He pushed the thoughts away, forcefully. With this ring locked around him, any sexual thoughts or stimulation would mean nothing but more frustration, assuming he didn’t want Cindi’s damned pictures emailed to his entire office.
He was pulling around the corner and onto his street when he heard his phone ding loudly in his pocket, and after he pulled into his driveway and parked, he pulled it out to see what it was. A notification message had popped up on his screen that read “The Tease App successfully downloaded” and Dan stared at it dumbly, feeling his stomach began to sink as he sat in his parked car. He went to his phone’s homepage and saw that a new app icon, a hot pink rounded box with a red lipstick kiss at its center, sat on his home screen. He suddenly remembered that he had essentially given Trixi complete access to his phone before she left tonight, and sighed, reaching forward with a trembling fingertip to click on the icon. With a loud, aggressively sexual, female moan, the app expanded, filling his screen with pink.
Dan saw five icons appear, each a small circle containing one of the faces of the five women who had so elegantly taken over his life in the course of forty eight hours. Feeling suddenly very exposed while parked in his driveway, he looked around quickly before bringing his attention back to the screen. Then, as he watched, the image of Trixi’s face, her eyes sparkling beneath her glasses and her purple lips curled in a wry smile, lit up, enlarged, and a text message appeared below the icon.
“Hi Dan!” it read, and Dan clicked on it to find that the app seemed to work exactly like the standard iPhone text and call screens…except everything was in bright shades of red and pink. The message read: “It’s me, Trixi! I figured this would be the easiest way for us to all talk to each other, so none of the girls have to actually give you their numbers…sorry, you little perv, no 3am begging drunk calls ;) Just make sure that if you get a text from one of the girls that you get someplace private and respond within 20 minutes, ok Dan? You don’t want to make us feel like you’re the kind of guy who doesn’t write ladies back the next day, after they let him play with them, right?”
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He gasped in surprise, dropping the phone between the seat cushions as he stiffened in reaction. Then he panicked for a moment, grabbing dumbly at the ring before realizing the real solution to the problem, and he scrambled for his phone, straining with his fingertips to reach it between the seats. He finally did…after about 20 seconds of fumbling, and he typed as quickly as possible, sending a hurried reply, the message filling with typos. “I’m here Im her pleeese stop Trxi please I’m sorry Im heer.”
Within seconds, the vibration against his sensitive cock stopped…but the damage had already been done, and the hunger he had been so carefully trying to douse between his legs had reawakened in full force.
Dan groaned in frustration, and then looked back at the screen as he heard the ding of another message. “Hehe, so I guess that means the long range remote equipment I set up works? ;) Lol, ya I know you’re there dummy, I can see your read receipts…Don’t worry, I didn’t set those up on your end, so you won’t have to worry about when we’ve seen your texts or not. Anyway, sorry Dan, I just couldn’t resist with the vibrator! It’s strong right? I just love showing off my toys for you…Ok, I promise I’ll leave you alone for the night as much as I can, I know you had a long one today. I have a diagnostic I need to run later tonight that might be a nuisance for about 30-45 minutes, but I promise that’ll be it! I’ll text you and let you know before I get started, so you aren’t surprised, ok?”
Dan wrote back as quickly as he could, trying to breath deeply and reverse the damage that her damned remote control buzzing had done to his hungry, frustrated cock, “Yes Trixi it was very strong. Very impressive. Thank you for understanding, and giving me some time to rest, that’s very sweet of you.”
She sent back a final kissing emoji, apparently signaling the end of the conversation, and Dan dropped his phone, falling back against his car seat, and almost screaming in frustration. He had no idea what she meant by “diagnostic” but he was almost positive it wasn’t going to be very fun. He sat there, trying to breathe slowly for several minutes, and then he grabbed his phone, got out, locked his car, and walked into his house. It was almost 9:45, which would have felt like bedtime for Dan even a week ago, but after the night he had had, he couldn’t believe how wired he felt. He did in fact, take the longest cold shower of his life, finally beating his raging libido into submission by about 10:30 or so.
Then he spent the rest of the night reading, watching television, and eating…doing anything he could, really, to keep his thoughts away from the delicious and frustrating memories of Cindi, Lexi, and Trixi that were trying to bubble to the surface of his hungry, frustrated mind. He absolutely savored these small freedoms after his ordeal, but even this quiet time held a twinge of constant dread to it. He kept his phone at his side constantly, worried he would miss another message from Trixi and suffer for it. He wondered again and again what this “diagnostic” could be and when it would happen…and the snug fit of the Control Ring against his scrotum never let him fully forget his circumstances.
He finally settled in to bed around midnight, and was just starting to drift off to sleep when the cellphone on his nightstand began ringing, a noise that ripped away the floating, fading sensation of slumber with sudden, jagged anxiety. His eyes opened wide in instant panic: no one Dan knew would ever call him this late: this had to be her. He flipped the light on, trying to move as quickly as possible, and scrabbled for the phone, pressing the answer button before he even looked at the screen, pulling it quickly to his ear. “H-hello?” he stammered. “Trixi?”
Dan heard laughter from the other end of the line, and even from the laugh Dan recognized the voice of Dominique, the beautiful East Coast Latina woman who had first pulled him into the back hallway yesterday. “Oh maaaan! Did someone get a little crush on Trixi today, Danny boy? I mean…I know she’s fucking adorable and all, but you’re going to hurt my feelings! I figured you would be psyched to hear from me before our shift together tomorrow. Trix told me that she set up your phone with her little app. It’s cute right?”
Dan lifted the phone away from his face, saw the pink, Tease app facsimile of the call screen read simply “Dominique”, a beautiful picture of her smiling face beneath the name, and he held it back to his ear, answering in a stumbling, confused response, “H-Hi Dominique! No, I’m sorry, I…of course, I’m so excited to hear from you, you’re the best…It’s just, Trixi told me she was going to text me later about…” He trailed off, suddenly remembering Trixi’s request that he keep the fact that he was still wearing the Control Ring tonight a secret. Jesus, he was going to have to be more careful than this. “Nothing,” he finished weakly, “don’t worry about it, it’s not important. Anyway, why were you calling?”
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He tried to end his question as innocently as possible, and there were 2-3 seconds of deafening, terrifying silence while Dan waited to see if she would ignore this sudden, suspicious behavior…but suddenly she laughed again, and he heard her snap her bubblegum into the phone loudly. Then, she spoke in a low husky voice, purring into his ear through the phone as she talked, “Oh I just figured you had a long day, and wanted to see how you were doing Dan. I know Lexi can be a little rough with the new guys, sometimes. She doesn’t have a lot of appreciation for what the men in our line of work go through…You doing alright Danny? “Mistress” Lexi wasn’t too hard on you?”
Dan spoke as carefully as he could, not wanting to give her any ammunition that they could use against him. He was starting to feel insane and constantly paranoid, as he tried to determine how much of each interaction with these women was part of some cruel and creative new game. “No Dominique, not at all! Lexi was wonderful, she was so sweet to me. I had a great time.” She scoffed, and when she spoke, he could hear pity for him in her voice, which sounded oddly cute coming from her thick East Coast/Bronx-y accent.
“Oh WOW. Danny, baby, Lex really did fuck you up! You poor guy, you sound like a robot! Oh Dan I’m so sorry, see…THIS is why I was calling! We need to take care of you if we’re going to try to keep you around! Fucking Lexi, you can’t just be a terror ALL the time.” She trailed off for a second, and then her voice came back, soft and playful, purring again. “Hey Dan, maybe I could make it up to you, tell me something, have you jerked off yet tonight? You know, since you got home, I mean? I bet your cock was pretty hungry when you left The Tease Club tonight, wasn’t it? Did you come in and just go to town like an animal? …or were you waiting to make it special?”
Her gum squished juicily in the phone, filling the otherwise deafening silence. This felt like another trap of some kind, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how… after a moment or two of contemplating his options, Dan decided that, in this instance at least, the safest answer was probably the truth…but as little truth as possible. He would just try to simply talk around the Control Ring, and stay on everyone’s good side. “Uh…no, not yet. I was…like you said, trying to wait to, you know…to make it special.” The sound of her lips smacking against the gum into her phone was oddly erotic, and when she responded, he noticed again how attractive her “tough girl” accent was to him.
“Good! Oh man, I’m glad, I was worried…I figured you were gonna run straight home and jerk off six times after what Trixi and Lexi put you through today! But…I’m really glad you didn’t Dan,” and suddenly her voice got much softer, and much closer to the microphone, “I knew you would be exhausted after today, and super frustrated, so I figured before I started my shift tomorrow, I’d show you that we’re not all so bad, and give you little treat…I thought we could have a little phone sex? I could help you get off tonight, so there’s no hard feelings when we get started tomorrow…What do you think?”
After her purring, breathy pitch, Dominique grew silent, clearly expecting a response, and Dan closed his eyes again in desperate frustration. With the Control Ring locked around his scrotum, ready to send his blackmail pictures to his entire office the instant he shot his load, and with his coerced promise to Trixi that he wouldn’t tell anyone that she was “breaking the rules” by making him wear it home, he had been painted into a pretty uncomfortable corner. He was going to have to fake his way through this.
He tried to summon as much eagerness and excitement to his voice as possible (He still wasn’t sure what was real and what was part of some fucked up head game, and he wanted to make sure he sold his performance as much as he possibly could in case this was real) with his response., “That…that sounds amazing Dominique! I can’t believe you would think to do that for me, that’s incredibly selfless and thoughtful of you. I would love that so much.”
She giggled into the phone, snorting indecorously, and purred back in a voice like silk, “Oh wow you are a CUTE little guy, aren’t you Danny boy? So polite. I bet Cindi and Lexi looooved that, didn’t they? But…you’re not totally right, it’s not THAT selfless of me…” she breathed, and then moaned a little, “I’m playing with myself too, after all.”
She gasped into the phone then, the distorted blasting of her breath against the mic coming through at a volume that was disorienting for Dan. Despite his attempts to keep his body calm, he could feel his (finally) slumbering penis begin to twitch and awaken slightly again. Then he heard a loud ping in his ear, and she gasped again, whispering breathily, “I sent you a little present, Danny. Why don’t you put me on speaker phone so you can look at my present.”
Dan pulled the phone from his ear and pressed the speaker icon, and then looked at his screen. A new notification (hot pink, as opposed to the standard green that his phone was supposed to be set to) let him know that Dominique had sent him a picture. He opened the message with a trembling forefinger, almost afraid: She was framed in the shot on what he assumed was her bed, completely nude, on her knees with her back arched and her upper body pressed against her pink sheets, naked and toying with her exposed slit with one hand sticking up between her thighs. She was facing away from the camera, so that her ass was in full prominence, and Dan’s mouth watered. He had wanted to see her ass yesterday as she had led him through that bizarre introduction to the staff, before his “shift” with Trixi and Lexi, but hadn’t had the opportunity. He wasn’t disappointed now.
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She was looking over the shoulder, back into the lens of the camera, her luscious brown curls splayed out against the pillow behind her. Her big, liquid chocolate eyes ran deep with pleasure, and when he looked at the image of her on his phone, he felt like she was looking directly into his soul somehow. Her voice giggled from the speaker again, and continued to coo at him, her accent making his head spin a little. “Well? Do you like what you see Danny? Am I turning you on? Are you touching yourself looking at that picture of me?” Dan’s cock was growing again rapidly now, in spite of itself, and he groaned as he felt his erection swell back to its previous, now familiar, snug tightness against the steel ring at its base.
Dan tried to verbally keep up as she continued to pant and moan into the phone at him, and he could hear the wet sounds of both her gum smacking and the wet glide of her fingers into herself now. Her voice was incredible, this picture was unbelievable, and he wanted nothing more than to grab his cock and start pumping in kind…but the thoughts of his destroyed life and legacy made him keep taking deep breaths, and kept his hand as far away from his dick as possible. Despite his herculean self control, the sounds that Dominique was making into the phone were having a noticeable effect on him, and he tried to think of baseball, desperately willing his cock to go back to sleep. He didn’t think he could handle any more blue balls tonight.
Suddenly, as Dominique spoke, another hot pink message popped up over the image of her naked body, this time from Trixi, which Dan saw with horror read, “Diagnostic starting any minute Dan! Sorry I’m starting so late, it was a loooong shift! Don’t worry though, this shouldn’t take too long…but make sure you’re somewhere private, ok? Hehe, some aspects of the diagnostic program are a little…distracting, I guess would be the word ;)” Then, as he tried to figure out what that meant, he gasped loudly, feeling the steel ring of his prison began to expand and contract, pulsing against the base of his cock every 3 to 4 seconds.
The sensation felt like someone had wrapped their hand against his cock and began to squeeze in short, firm bursts. Dominique heard his involuntary gasp, and giggled into the phone, “Oh I heard that Dan! Haha… are you touching yourself now? Are you stroking that big hard cock and thinking of me? Are you thinking about my ass Dan? Are you thinking about my pussy? It’s right here for you and it feels sooooo good. Fuck, I’m so wet. Tell me Dan…tell me what you’re doing to yourself thinking about me.”
Dan gulped at the torrent of sexual language and imagery coming though the phone, trying to ignore the pulsating gripping sensation against his cock, and opened his mouth to respond. Dan had obviously had very little experience with phone sex, and the fact that he was trying desperately to hide that he was wearing the Control Ring didn’t make the experience any easier, but he dove in, desperate to keep her from asking any difficult questions…he didn’t know exactly what his punishment would be if he revealed Trixi’s “secret”, but he didn’t want to find out.
“O-Oh, yes, Dominique…” He started, clumsily, “You-you’re making me so fucking hot right now. My cock is getting so hard for you, and this picture you sent me is absolutely stunning and…” He closed his eyes. Everything he had just said was true, and now he was trying to plan out his lie as effectively as possible.
He spoke again, “I…I’m stroking my cock at your picture, and …Ahh!” He suddenly trailed off with a startled yelp, as he felt the ring against his cock began to vibrate aggressively, just like it had in the garage. This was, to Dan’s horror, in addition to this new, pulsating, gripping sensation, and the two sensations in combination shattered any final efforts to stay the growth of his erection, bring his cock to hard, full attention in less than 30 seconds. Trixi’s “diagnostic” seemed to much more involved than he realized.
Dominique giggled into the phone again, breathing more loudly now, and responded, smacking her gum and continuing her onslaught of purring, moaning dirty talk, “Oooooh, it sounds like little frustrated Danny is having a lot of fun getting to touch himself! Are you happy to be out of that horrible little Control Ring and able to cum whenever you want? I bet you are, yes…Good boy Danny. Stroke it a little a faster for me and I’ll send you another picture ok? I’m playing with my toys now Dan…Don’t you want to see me play with my toys? Maybe I’ll send another present if you speed up for me…But not too fast! You can cum with me, ok? I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”
Dan closed his eyes in frustration, laying there with tears streaming down his face as Dominique sent him one picture after another, moaning and panting into the phone as she played with herself on the other end of the line. The relentless, mechanical stimulations of the Control Ring were impossible to ignore, and within minutes, he was dribbling precum, as maddeningly frustrated and trapped as he had been at the Tease hours earlier.
Every 5 minutes or so, she sent him another jaw dropping image, and in spite of his absolute frustration, his hungry eyes crawled over every inch of her that she was willing to show him. The second picture showed the gorgeous beauty kissing her full lips tenderly against the head of a large, anatomically correct, peach colored silicone cock, her eyes staring back at him innocently through the camera lens as her full juicy lips pursed around the mushroom head of it. The third was a selfie, her head thrown back, hair wild, her lips contracted into an O of pleasure, as she used one hand to slide the silicone toy in and out of herself between splayed thighs, taking the image with the other.
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After about 10 or 15 more minutes of gasping, moaning, and the smacking of gum, her breath quickened, and he heard her whisper, “I’m getting close now Dan. Speed up with me, ok Dan? Stroke that hungry cock for me while I fuck myself. Faster now Danny…” and she began to emit a deep, guttural moan that filled Dan with hunger. A tear rolled down his cheek in frustration as he listened to her earth shattering orgasm, his hands in clenched and shaking fists at his side as the contraption around his cock sent waves of dizzying and frustrating pleasure through his member.
He listened as her breathing slowed, returning to normal, and then her voice purred out from the phone sitting on his chest. “Mmmmmm…God that felt good. I loooove phone sex…How you doing over there, Dan? Are you feeling better now?” She giggled, “You make a big mess?” The sensations from the Control Ring hadn’t stopped or slowed in any way with Dominique’s orgasm…the “convenient” timing of Trixi’s “diagnostic” was not lost on Dan, and he had been half expecting this to happen, but now he was left to wonder.
He pushed the concern aside for now, trying to steady his voice as much as possible as he responded, “Oh…Oh god, yes Dominique…Jesus. Thank you, that was amazing. You are so gorgeous. God that felt so good.” Despite his attempts to sound like a normal, post coital man, he was almost positive he was raising his voice slightly at each pulsing contraction of the ring against his twitching and oozing dick, but she didn’t seem to notice, and she purred, “Hehe good! Glad I could help, Danny boy. You better be real thankful when you see me tomorrow, ok?”
She smacked her gum juicily into the mic one final time, giggling a little, and then the line went dead.
He lay there on his bed, gasping for another 20 minutes as the maddening sensations continued against his frustrated, raging erection. The call with Dominique had been about 25 to 30 minutes long, all told, and Dan was trying to remind himself that Trixi had said the diagnostic would be 45 minutes at most. But when 20 more minutes had gone by and the device showed no signs of slowing, Dan began to panic. When the “diagnostic” began to reach for the hour mark, Dan finally gave in to his desperation, threw good sense to the wind, and grabbed his phone.
Dan opened The Tease App, and it filled his screen again with an explosion of pink, and another loud, aggressively sexual female moan blasted from the speaker (he was going to have to be very careful about using this at work, he realized…he didn’t see setting options for volume control anywhere, and silencing his phone didn’t seem to make a difference). He clicked on Trixi’s name, writing a carefully crafted message that he reread three times before finally sending: “Hi Trixi, I’m really sorry to bother you so late, please forgive me, but you had mentioned that the diagnostic was going to last for 30-45 minutes? It’s been almost an hour now, and I just wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong…”
He closed his eyes, waiting, petrified. The instant he pressed “send”, he suddenly became convinced that he had just made a terrible mistake, and the thought became almost more powerful and unnerving than the dull painful hunger spreading from his testicles. These women seemed to use any excuse they could to act offended at anything he said, and use it against him. Had he just given Trixi an excuse to torture him more, somehow?
After a few minutes in these sorts of thoughts, a loud ping rang throughout the room from his phone, and simultaneously, to Dan’s amazement, the Ring stopped vibrating and pulsating against him. This was certainly not the outcome he was expecting, and he pulled his phone to his face, confused and hopeful. Trixi’s response was so positive, that Dan actually thought he was being shown an act of mercy…until he read the whole message.
“Hi Dan, I’m so sorry!” It read, “I just saw your message and checked on the program…it looks like you experienced some kind of extreme episode of arousal during the first 20-30 minutes of the diagnostic, like WAY higher than your baseline should be, and it messed up the program…Did you try to jerk off while I was running my program or something, perv? Lol, the spike in the data threw EVERYTHING out of whack, and it looks like the whole thing’s going to take another…60-70 minutes still! Wow. Well…I guess Lexi and Cindi would say that’s what bad boys get for not being able to control themselves… BUT I know you have to work tomorrow, AND I know you’re doing me a big favor wearing the Ring for me all night. Plus, I kept you up late enough already…so I figured out a solution!”
Dan’s heart sank as he continued to read, “I set up the program to spread the rest of the diagnostic out in 10 minute spurts between 4am and when your 6pm shift starts tomorrow (I don’t know your exact schedule, so you may get hit with one or two while you’re still sleeping in the morning…sorry! I figured it was better to let you get some sleep now). Oh, and I set up a 15 second automatic warning text to let you know before each session starts, ok? Anyway, you can thank me later! Okay, I’m turning off my phone and going to sleep now, and I have coding class all day tomorrow, so don’t bother texting me before your shift, I won’t see it. Anyway, thanks for letting me know! Night Dan! ;)”
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He looked back through the app and saw, without much surprise, that the images which Dominique had sent him had vanished. In fact, it seemed that anytime he tried to take a screen shot of the Tease App in any way he was rewarded only with a blacked out image. Like always, his tormentors seemed to be ahead of him every step of the way.
Despite his aching testicles and throbbing cock, the respite from the pulsing, vibrating Control Ring let him feel his exhaustion fully for the first time since he had first gone to bed, and the weight of the day seemed to press down on him. Every bone in his body ached, and he decided that he would have to wait until tomorrow to find a way to outsmart this cabal of cock teasing masterminds. Tomorrow. That’s when he would figure a way out of this. He lay back, feeling himself begin to sink away almost immediately, and let the sticky, spreading blackness of unconsciousness take him.
Tomorrow.
***
Dan slept like the dead for several much needed hours, not even dreaming, but was dragged back to the waking world at 5am by a ding on his phone and then, 15 seconds later, the sudden pulsing and vibrating of the Cock Ring against his dick. Half asleep still, he grabbed and pulled at the ring for a moment in blind panic before his situation began coming back to him in tiny waves. The insistent manipulations of the device were incredibly persuasive, and his hungry cock was standing to full attention in under a minute. Looking at his phone, he saw a pink notification bubble which read, “Diagnostic Warning!”
He lay in bed, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists for ten minutes, until the sensations stopped as abruptly as they had started, leaving him panting and oozing. Deciding that there was no use in trying to go back to sleep until 6am for his normal alarm, Dan got up and took another long, cold shower. It would not be his last.
He got dressed and ready for work, and as he was walking out to his car, he paused, thinking about what might happen if Trixi’s “diagnostic” started again while he was changing lanes on the freeway. After a minute or two of deliberation, he decided the risk wasn’t worth it, and grabbed his bus pass, walking to the nearest stop. He was thankful (sort of) that he had made his decision when, while standing in the middle of a rush hour, crowded commuter bus, his phone pinged in his pocket again, and the Control Ring began another 10 minute burst of mechanical teasing. He stifled a gasp, and tried to position himself as far away from everyone as he could.
The bus was so crowded that there was no where to go, really, and after 20 seconds of panicked struggling against the sea of bodies, he found himself sandwiched tightly between two large men, and directly behind a woman in a raised, black hoodie who stood facing away from him, and who was wearing the tightest yoga pants that Dan had ever seen, the clinging fabric of the patterned, pink and grey elastic sliding deeply into the curve of her full round ass cheeks.
At the next stop several more people boarded, and this women stepped back to make room, pressing her ass against Dan, and he bit his lip as hard as he could, stifling an obviously sexual moan in absolute humiliation. He could feel (hell, SEE, depending on the angle) his cock, now throbbing and quivering as the Control Ring teased him, slide lightly between this woman’s glorious, spandex covered ass cheeks as she pressed back against him. He didn’t understand how there could be any way that she didn’t feel his raging erection against her, but she didn’t seem to react, continuing to face forward, her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.
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At one point he weakly tried to grab her attention without alerting the rest of the crowd pressed against him, whispering through gritted teeth, “Excuse me…? Miss?….Ma’am…?” but she didn’t react, and he saw with dismay that the cords of earbuds were dangling down from her hoodie into the pocket at the front of it.
He closed his eyes, humiliated at this incredibly public torture, and tried to wait out the sensations of this strange woman’s ass as the Control Ring buzzed against him. It felt like it lasted for hours. This second “diagnostic” session ended about 2 stops from Dan’s office, and the woman whose ass he had been sliding against…shit, almost in and out of, got off at the next stop, her hands still in her jacket pocket as she slid through the crowd and stepped down to the sidewalk. Dan saw her passing by out the window as the bus took off again, and he thought he saw a bouncing curl of luscious brown hair peeking out of the front of the hoodie, but then she was gone.
By the time he had reached his stop, he had calmed down again (relatively speaking), but he noticed with horror that a large patch of pre-cum was VERY visible against the front of his khakis. He swore quietly, and took off his jacket, positioning it in front of his crotch as he got off the bus and walked in to work.
He headed straight for the bathrooms, locking the door the instant he was sure he was alone, and used a combination of tap water, paper towels, and electric hand dryers to undo the damage as best he could. Then, he lined the front of his boxers with several layers of paper towels. He felt silly, but he had no idea when and where this fucking cock ring from hell was going to go off again, and he had to be prepared. He WASN’T going to get caught, goddamit. He was going to find a way out of this. He stood up, took a deep breath, and buckled his pants again, tucking his shirt back in and heading out to face the day.
That Wednesday was one of the most harrowing work days of Dan’s life. Over the course of his day, the Ring started and stopped again a total of 6 more times, each time for another 10 minutes of excruciating pulsing and vibration, and as far as he could tell, there was absolutely no rhyme or reason to how much time passed between each “diagnostic session”. Nothing happened at all from 1-3pm for example, but two sessions early in the morning started within less than 30 minutes of each other.
Needless to say, Dan tried to stay alone inside his office as much as he could, and managed to sit through 4 of these random, automated sessions in safe, excruciating silence at his desk.
He wasn’t this lucky all day however: one of the sessions began at lunch in the break room, forcing him to hold his microwaved meal over his lap as he shook and spasmed slightly, struggling to hide what was happening from his coworkers, and another began as he sat through a presentation by a younger, very attractive female colleague in a room full of coworkers. No one questioned or seemed to notice his behavior, but he nonetheless was ragged with anxiety by the end of the day, and he felt like he had a constant, throbbing and dribbling erection. He found himself needing to change the paper towels lining his underwear several times that day.
He spent so much of his mental energy worrying about hiding the device locked around his dick that the day was over before he knew it, and he left his office, resigned to his fate (at least for tonight, he told himself) as he boarded the bus downtown. This bus was much more empty, and he grabbed a quiet seat in the back, wondering what he was in store for today. He couldn’t help but wonder if Dominique really HAD been just trying to throw him a bone last night…maybe today wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she was the nice one. There HAD to be a nice one, after all…didn’t there? She couldn’t be as scary as Lexi, after all.
Those incredible pictures she had sent him bubbled to the surface of his mind, and his cock twitched lightly. When he finally reached his stop, it was nearly 5:50, and he walked quickly as he headed towards the back alley of The Tease Club. He didn’t know if he could get in some kind of trouble for being late, and he didn’t want to find out.
He walked up to the door, knocking lightly and hesitantly, unsure of himself, and then trying the latch after a few moments when no one answered. The door was unlocked, and he stepped inside, the familiar nude posters, muffled pulsating music, and giggle of women’s laughter flooding back to him. He remembered Lexi’s instructions from yesterday and got undressed in the hallway, leaving his clothes, wallet, keys, and phone in a neat folded stack by the door before he hurried to the break room door. Getting undressed and walking around out in the open like this was unnerving, and he felt incredibly vulnerable and prey-like. When he got to the break room, he saw with trepidation that taped to the door at eye level was an electric blue envelope…just like the one that Cindi had left on his doorstep two nights earlier.
He opened the note, feeling (quite literally) exposed reading it in the empty hallway, and saw with relief that the message was short and sweet: “Hi Dan!” It read, “I talked to Trixi, and it sounds like you’re settling in real nicely! I’m going to check on you in person later in the week and see how you’re doing, but I left this note because Dominique wanted me to let you know she’s going to be about 10 minutes late today, and she wanted me to instruct you to go in the break room, strap yourself into the adjustable black chair on the far side of the room (you can leave your arms free, obviously…I’m sure she’ll take care of those for you when she shows up) and wait for her. She said not to worry about putting on the Exoskeleton, but if you see any of the other girls before she gets in, have them put your Control Ring back on, so she can get started right away, okay? Have a good shift Dan! I can’t wait to see you again soon!” Cindi had signed her first name in flowery script at the bottom of the page, and left a wet, red lipstick kiss over the signature.
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