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2:43PM Zach new message

“Shit,” Carson swore under his breath as he swiped the phone to unlock it.

Z: How Goddamn long is your lunch? WTF, kid?

C: Sorry, daddy. I lost track of time talking with some coworkers in the cafeteria

Carson grinned, and then nearly broke the phone when his hand clenched around it.

Z: Bathroom. Now.

He groaned, nearly doubling over when Zach sent a long, high intensity pulse to the plug.

“You really sure you’re okay, man?” Sam asked.

“Uh, I had Thai last night. Mighta been too spicy. I’ll—I’ll see you back upstairs. Gotta go. Thanks, guys.” Carson gasped as he stood and the plug shifted again, rubbing against his prostate.

“Go, man. We’ve got your tray.”

Carson found a bathroom that was off to the side, a bit away from the others, and hurried to lock the door.

“Christ,” he moaned, pressing the heel of his hand to his hardening cock. His phone buzzed again, and this time Zach was calling him.

“Yes?” he breathed.

“Oh, sweetheart, listen to you. Where are you? Are you in a bathroom? Are you alone?”

“Yes. To both.”

Zach hummed his approval.

“Good boy. Do you need help with something?”

“Please … please,” he begged.

“I love hearing you beg me. But you haven’t told me what you need help with.”

Carson muffled a cry against the back of his hand as the pulses changed again to long, slow vibrations.

“Did you want me to stop? Are you calling it quits only halfway through your day?”

Carson whimpered and shook his head.

“I can’t hear you, baby. Be a good boy and use words, please.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, cock twitching, straining against the obnoxious tighty-whities that Zach had made him wear to “help keep the plug nice and snug,” as he’d said. He was pretty sure that it was all just for Zach’s amusement though.

“I can’t help you with that, sweetheart. I’m at work. Well, right now I’m in my private bathroom stroking myself, thinking about how much distress you must be in. Do your balls hurt, baby?”

Carson whimpered again, past the point of being ashamed, focused only on the need to come or lose the plug, he didn’t even care which anymore.

“My poor boy. Why don’t you go ahead and take your cock out, baby? Does that feel better?”

“A little,” he sighed, as he pushed his pants down his thighs.

“What else does my baby need? Hmm?”

“Please … please I need to come.”