Office Submission Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Office Submission Ch. 06

... his nipples.

Having been spoiled by the confines of the chastity cage for the last year Bill blushed a deep red as his cock got hard while he walked and poked out from the jock strap. The college party cheered and whistled at him as he walked by but thankfully none of them stopped him. Finally at the house he knelt on the porch. The pressure from the hanging bags was relived but he still felt the tight grasp of the clamps as he knelt on the porch, knowing it would be hours before Ron got back.

Bill was strong and he was used to kneeling for long hours waiting on his master, even having his hands bound was not too unusual. What made this time different was the constant biting pain from the nipple clamps and the public nature of his submission. Normally if he got home first, he would wait just inside the door but now he waited on the porch in full view of the street.

The street was quiet at first but as evening approached a steady stream of producers, models, photographers, and other crew members walked by. Most just walked or drove by with a glance or sometimes a more obvious stare. Only a few came up and talked to him. Happily, no one came to scold or judge him but instead it was a mixture of curiosity or lust that led them to come up and chat. After learning his rules a few got handsy caressing his hard muscled body or playing with the nipple chain, but no one took it as far as the college kids earlier.

Bill was alone when the big SUV pulled up. Tired from his ...

... long day, watching his master emerge, shirtless in white linen pants, his body and face still in makeup from the photoshoot, was like watching an angel unfold its wings and descend from the clouds. Ron walked up, grabbed his collar tight and planted a long deep kiss that went on for minutes. When they finally came up for air, Bill noticed other models getting out of the SUV and heading toward the house.

"Come mine, we have gusts to entertain tonight no more lollygagging on the porch it's time to get to work." Ron said with a smirk. Once inside Ron unlocked his wrists and thankfully removed the clamps showing the deep red marks on his nipples from where they grabbed on. Ron sat with his guests all other models both men and women as Bill quickly prepared hors d'oeuvres and drinks for everyone. "Oh, one change, remove the jock strap, I want my guests to see the pretty cock I was telling them that I kept locked up all year." Ron instructed.

Ron must have coached his model friends in advance because none of them tried to engage Bill in conversation, they only spoke to him directly to make demands. Some wanted drinks or food, other told him to stand at attention, hand behind him, so they could play with his cock. The experience was humiliating and erotic at the same time, being totally ignored as a person, being used as no more than a delivery object or plaything by a loud cackle of exceptionally pretty people.

Later in the night Ron had Bill move the coffee table and stay ...