Plugged In (Gay/authoritarian)
I straightened up, took a deep breath, and left the apartment, down the three flights of stairs to the busy street.
There was a bit of a bounce in my step. How could there not be? After all, nestled deep inside me was a brand new toy. A soft black plug, seven inches long and thick. It rubbed against my prostate with every step. Stairs were especially nice.
I stepped out onto the street and looked around. I had a few places on my list to go, just a few errands. But of course the real goal was just to see what sorts of attention I would attract.
Not from passersby, no. It would be rude to loop them into my fun if they didn't want it. Plenty of trips to the street nice and filled had gotten me to learn how to hide my excitement - I was pretty well tucked at the moment, and straining.
The attention I was hoping to get was a bit of an experiment. It was a new toy, after all, and a special one at that. It doubled as a vibrator, first of all, with a wide range of intensities. And it could be controlled by app.
The idea came to me the moment I read about the toy the first time. So here I was, on the street, toy in. And on my Grindr profile it said exactly what I was up to, and listed the password to control my toy. Anyone checking their phone would see me close by on Grinder. And if they felt like giving me a buzz they would be more than welcome. And there would be nothing I could do to stop them.
The thought thrilled me.
It was a disappointing walk at first. I made it all the way to the corner store and picked up a six pack with nothing. I had been walking slow, wanting to prolong the outing, but nothing doing.
I was getting frustrated when finally, as I was walking from the corner store towards the park when I finally felt a buzz. Despite all my preparations I still hadn't planned for it. I let out an audible gasp and my cock strained hard against its confines.
I grinned and looked up to the apartment building across the street just in time to see someone dart back inside. At least it wasn't a total wash.
I kept going about my day. I picked up a sandwich and began eating it in the park. Pausing every once in a while to lean my head back and try to keep my composure when someone else found the password and decided to play a bit.
The buzzes were infrequent. A random guy would log in, push the button a few times, and then leave me in my excited state. Probably five or six different guys. I felt like an absolute slut and my heart was pounding.
After about an hour and a half out on the town, my errands run, I began to head back home, already planning for exactly how I was going to jack off once I got there.
A few blocks from my house I gasped audibly and stopped in my tracks as the vibrator in my ass cranked up to full. I could barely move for a few moments and surely was getting some odd looks, although I managed to just about keep it together. It lasted a solid thirty seconds, and when it ended, I was breathing hard on the street, surprised I hadn't fallen over.
My heart was pounding. I couldn't help but smile. A wonderful sendoff to the day. I walked another block when I froze and it happened again. Just a little bit of gurgling in my throat. Same intensity, same length of time. A repeat customer!
I rushed home. I couldn't stand the wait and needed to release myself. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I started to undress, when it hit me once again. I dropped onto the couch and arched my back as it seemed to drill inside of me, vibrations emanating outwards from it, feeling like it was jacking me off from the inside out.
I didn't even need to touch myself. Another few minutes of this and I came, shooting between my legs, bucking my hips in the air and yelling. My ass clenched the plug hard, triggering its sensor to let whoever was on the app know what had just happened.
The vibrations stopped. I panted, hand to my chest. That had been amazing. Even better than I could have hoped for.
I came down from my high, head still spinning. I was finally about to get up and take the plug out when it came back to life, making me groan. The buzzes were evenly spaced and deliberate, and less intense. Seven of them, and then it stopped. Like a message. Nothing for a while after that. I flicked the switch on the plug to off, slid it out of me, and began to clean up, thrilled with the success of the day.
I checked my phone to see if any of my playmates had left messages. And a few had. "Enjoy, cutie" said one. "I see you down there hon. msg back we fuck sometime" another. Then a bunch that seemed to be complaining that the password didn't work. Nothing from anyone talking about the long and intense session they'd just given me.
I checked the toy's app and couldn't log in. The password had been changed. From when the messages started, it had been just before I started getting the most intense buzzes. I tried to change the password back but remembered I didn't have the recovery email on my phone, just my computer. A task for tomorrow.
The next day I came home from work, wondering where my outing for the evening should take me, thinking about who might buzz in. Or maybe I'd message that one guy back, get fucked for real.
I found the toy right where I'd left it and then cursed myself, remembering the changed password. Then it hit me. I looked at the clock. Almost seven. That's what it had meant!
I looked at the toy and back at my phone. Should I change the password back?
Oh, who was I kidding?
In moments I was out of my clothes, lubing up the plug, and sliding it back in. With a minute to spare I flipped the switch to on.
At 7pm exactly I yelled as the highest intensity vibration began once again, my cock spitting pre onto the floor. I doubled over. It lasted a full two minutes this time. I was gasping and grinning, naked on hands and knees on the floor.
Then, just as suddenly, it stopped again. I rolled onto my back and breathed hard.
A few moments passed, and then it began again, much softer. Rhythmic. Three short buzzes. Three longer ones, curling my toes, and then three short ones again. Some time passed, and the pattern repeated.
Wait a minute...
Was this guy trying to send morse code to my ass?
I scrambled for my phone to look up a key for morse code just in time for the message to start coming in. I paid close attention, pretty difficult as my insides hummed, and managed to read things out a letter at a time.
7 E..VRYNIGHT
I couldn't argue with that. My cock was bobbing between my legs, pre flowing down the shaft.
SIR 2 U
CNTRL YR ASS
I was breathing harder. I'd had fantasies about a big man wanting to control me - although who knows what kind of man this was exactly. Never had a chance to try it out.
U OBEY. CUM 2 AGREE
Cum to agree? I wasn't sure what that meant... and then suddenly I did as the intensity cranked to full once again and began its assault, buzzing continuously into my ass, pausing only to start again and highlight how heavily I was taking it.
Two minutes later, my ass contracted, and whoever it was had my confirmation.
The buzzing stopped. After about ten minutes, I turned it off, slid it out, and cleaned up. I didn't think I needed to go out again that night.
The next week was a blur. Get home from work, settle in for a bit, and watch the clock for 7. Then I'd be there, in my apartment, naked and completely stuffed, ready to go. At 7 he'd begin his work.
He, of course, set some ground rules. NO TOUCHING, he said. That became a pretty difficult rule to live by as he began to slow his work down. Bringing me to a touchless orgasm after five minutes became ten, then twenty. After a week he had me sweating and rolling around for an hour before he finally gave it full blast and had me cum. Not touching myself at that time was so extremely difficult, I'm not sure how I did it. But I managed to, proud of myself for following the order.
He began to train me to hear the messages more directly. He'd buzz a word to me before we really got started, so I'd know what it was, and then as we began he'd blast the word at full intensity until I knew what the letters were in code at the pit of my soul. BITCH he'd buzz repeatedly into me. Or SLUT. I couldn't hold out long as I OWN YOU was drilled into me over and over, and came in only ten minutes that night. GOOD BOY he'd said after that one was over.
After a week of this, I was shocked to hear a knock at the door right before I was about to cum. ANSWER NUDE he said. It took me a moment to parse, my code recognition wasn't quite there yet. My mind swimming, I peeked through the peephole. It was a delivery guy. I swallowed hard and opened the door. He smirked, not too surprised. I realized I didn't recognize the delivery company on his uniform. He handed over a large box.
Disappointed to not have cum yet, I took it inside and shut the door, then opened it. Inside were three webcams, apparently the kind set to stream directly off somewhere else. How did... how did he know my address? Could he see it in the app?
ALWAYS ON, he said as I took the webcams out of their packaging. I swallowed hard. I started to second guess myself when he buzzed me again and I got so fucking close... in moments I was hanging up a camera in each room of the apartment, my erection tapping against the wall if I wasn't careful.
The little red lights on the cameras all came on. He could see me, I was sure. I smiled at the camera, and was rewarded by the vibrator coming to life once more. It knocked me to the floor and in moments I was shooting cum across my chest and face. I panted hard. I laid there, still, a while, before reaching for the plug to remove it as normal.
NO, he said.
I paused.
STAYS IN
My hand wavered. He wants me to leave it in? Like, overnight? I shuddered and looked at the little red light on the camera. I got up and left the plug in, wandering off to bed.
I had wonderful dreams as the toy swum around inside me. In the best of them I had been tied up and blindfolded, and an enormous thick man pushed my knees to my chest and was ramming me hard. I woke up to the yells of my own orgasm, the vibrator at full intensity inside me. I just about drooled. I looked at the camera in the corner of the bedroom and bit my lip.
I got up, shaved, and removed the toy to clean myself. I looked at it. Was it supposed to stay in all day? I looked at the camera. The toy stayed still. He'd never told me to take it out...
I wanted guidance. I slipped the toy back in and it sprang to life again.
KEEP IN
I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through work plugged, but it felt good to have him connected to me during the day, whoever it was.
DOOR
Door? I wasn't sure what that meant.
I checked the front door again. Another package in the hall. I took it inside and opened it. A chastity device. A small one. Designed to keep my cock close to the body. He'd thought about how I'd get through the day I supposed...
I took a deep breath and felt the heft of the toy inside of me. I took the cage out of the packaging and looked down at my own cock, thankfully soft from the orgasm I'd just had. Before it had a chance to change that, I slipped the nub-shaped cage over my cock and nestled it close to my body, then fed my balls through the ring like I'd seen online. It latched into place. My cock squirmed and I winced. That would take a bit to get used to.
It was difficult to focus on work that day. A BITCH or SLUT would slip in every once in a while. Once in the afternoon he ordered me into the bathroom where he proceeded to turn the intensity to high for a solid five minutes before turning it off and sending me back out for a very shaken last couple hours of the day.
When I was finally home I stripped, bent over to give the camera a good view, and he made me cum without touching myself twice, cum shooting through the opening slit of the cage that kept me from even being fully erect.
I panted and slid to the floor. GOOD BOY he said. I looked to the camera. "Thank you Sir."
He knew then that he had me, and I wasn't about to change a thing. The messages became more frequent throughout the day, and as I became fluent in Morse they felt like they were coming from deep inside me, like he was really there saying them, pulling my levers.
The messages expanded. Not just sexual any more but starting to tell me other things, too. What to have for lunch, where to go on the weekends. And, invariably, I listened and obeyed. A little thrill went through my gut every time I did what he said.
The messages became a part of me. While I dreamed of whoever might be sending them, they just started to feel like they came to me fully formed, almost like they were my own ideas. He was that deep in my head. Sometimes I would find myself doing something and not remember making the choice to have done it, only to feel the tingle in my ass reminding me I had received a message.
His names for me shifted too. From SLUT and BITCH to PET.. TOY... to now, two years after this all started, SLAVE. I thought of myself as his property. Doing what he said without a second thought. Any decisions I had were his to make. The plug and cage were a part of me, removed only for cleaning and battery replacements, and dearly missed until they were put back on. Every once in a while I would remember how things had been before, putting in start contrast just how much he controlled my life, and it would send a wild smile across my face.
After all this time it seemed unlikely he would reveal anything about himself. I didn't know his name, his face, anything about him, other than that I was his completely and helplessly. And as I gazed up at the little red light, cum dribbling out of my cage driven only by the toy for what must have been the thousandth time, I never wanted any of it to change.