The Bookshop Owner Chapter 6
THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 6
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"So how was it?" Dan asks me, while I carry two folding chairs that we used for the reading group to the back room. He's at the computer, going through a spreadsheet.
"It was excellent. Louis is a great facilitator! He had to rush off, but he told me to say bye..."
"Yes, I heard him shout his goodbyes." Dan shakes his head with a smile. "That boy will never change. Thanks for helping with the tidying up."
"Oh, no problem, he did most of it, I'm just bringing these chairs back." I tuck them in where they originally were, leaning against one of the big metal shelves, and go back to pick up two more. I hear Dan getting up and, immediately after that, the lights dim and then switch off throughout the shop. The only light now is coming from the back room, and from the fading sunset outside.
When I return to the room to put the rest of the chairs away, Dan is stacking sheets of paper and receipts on the side of the desk.
"All done," I announce, quietly wondering if he is up for any fun before I go. He turns to me.
"Is my boy waiting for his reward?"
He smiles, comes closer and pulls me in from my arm. I don't put up any resistance.
He falls back in his chair and, while I am still standing up, he unbuttons and unzips my trousers. Since I am wearing a jockstrap, my cheeks are immediately bare, as my trousers fall to my ankles. He squeezes my ass, looking at me from below, an unusual sight for me.
He finds the butt plug and smiles, pleased that I am still following the rule he set for me. He starts licking my dick through the jockstrap. It's already started growing, but the licking and sucking through the fabric made it a full, pulsing hard-on. Despite this, it's not big enough to push through the strong elastic band of the jockstrap.
Dan finally pulls down the jockstrap and envelops my dick into his mouth. Going from the warm wetness of the fabric to the cool air of the room and again into the hot, soft inside of his mouth immediately brings me over the edge.
"I--I'm..." I manage to blurt out before I start coming. His lips are still wrapped around my dick, catching every shot into his mouth. I feel my legs start to shake and I am sure there is visible redness on my face and neck from both excitement from the blowjob and embarrassment from coming so quickly.
Before I can even apologise (apologise for what?), Dan gets up, suddenly so much taller than me, and kisses me. He lets my own cum, which he hasn't swallowed, dribble into my mouth. Our tongues meet and play with the slippery fluids and I swallow eagerly until he's satisfied with my clean up. I notice one last white droplet of cum resting on the edge of his moustache and I lick it clean. He smiles and wipes his lips with his forearm. "Good boy," he praises me and tussles my hair.
He sits back down, as I come back from my orgasm. I want to return the favour and make sure he gets off as well, but before I can do anything, he's opened a drawer from his desk and taken out a black box.
"I've got a gift for you" he says, opening the box. Inside, resting on satin fabric, is a chastity cage. There are several pink plastic parts and a padlock, with tiny keys to go with it.
"Have you ever used one?" he asks me. I shake my head, cautious.
"I told you, it would be good to build some discipline around these erections." He flicks my now flaccid dick with his finger, and I instinctively cup my crotch. He laughs. "Do you want to try it on?"
I pause for a second. I've always wanted to try one, but I feel embarrassed to admit it.
"You can take it home if you wan--"
"No" I interject, "let's do it." His smirk comes back.
He rests the box on the desk and grabs the bigger, circular piece. It looks like a cock ring, but it's got an opening on the top. He grabs my balls and lifts them, placing the ring around them and leaving the opening at the top. He then grabs a smaller piece with three pegs attached to it. He attaches two of them at each end, closing the cock ring. He performs this operation with great care, making sure that my pubic hair, despite being already trimmed quite short, doesn't get pinched in the mechanism.
"You could think about shaving clean for next time, it makes things much smoother. How does this feel?"
It's snug, but comfortable and it stays on on its own.
"Good. Feels like the right size." I reach down and examine it. There is no pinching or pain.
"Okay, now for the grand finale. Good thing we emptied your tank already. Best to be soft at this stage."
"Is that why you were so eager to suck me off?" I ask.
"Maybe..." he replies, grabbing a pink cylindrical piece. This is the part that looks the most like a cage, with bars and holes, presumably to let one be able to pee while wearing it.
"Don't expect this treatment each time, you know? Take it as a one-time bonus" he continues.
The piece slides over my dick and connects to the pegs at the top of the ring. Finally, he slides a small padlock into the hole of the central peg and pushes it closed. He lets it go and it hits the top of the cage, sending unusual sensations to my dick and balls. The padlock almost feels like a little charm for my dick.
"Good sub" he says, admiring his work. I reach down and explore the cage. It's strange trying to feel for my crotch, but only being able to touch smooth plastic. My dick indirectly feels my hand on the plastic, like it's close to being completely numb. I'm glad I came before this, because I feel like the new sensation would make me strain against the cage.
"Here, take these" he says, and hands me the keys to the padlock. "Play around with it, see how you get on. I'll see you day after tomorrow? I think that new book you wanted should have arrived by then."
*
I appreciated that Dan let me keep the keys. I took it off before going to sleep that night, but as soon as I woke up the next morning, I wanted to wear it again. It's my second day being locked. It didn't get in the way, not even on the toilet, so I didn't see much of a reason to take it off. I haven't had a wank since, so occasionally things get tight, but the temporary discomfort makes erections go away quickly.
It's almost 3:30pm and I'm getting ready for my weekly reading session at the shop. I'm on my back on the bed, warming up my hole with my fingers and some lube before inserting my butt plug. I push it in and out a few times. I'm noticing I need less and less time to prep, despite Dan's request for a bigger plug. It slides in and I let out a moan, feeling full again. The cage is still on. I shaved this morning before putting it on and I'm still getting used to it. The padlock clinks against the cage as I lower my legs. The end of the cage is wet with precum. The pressure from the butt plug -- and from the sustained orgasm denial -- is building.
I get up and walk to the mirror in my bedroom. I open my phone camera and lean forward, ass facing the mirror. I snap a picture, making sure to get the butt plug covering my hole and my chastity cage, oozing a droplet of precum. I text Dan, attaching the photo.
"So does this mean the cage is part of the required equipment today?"
His reply doesn't take long to arrive: "Consider it a new rule, buddy."
I pick out another jockstrap from my wardrobe and my phone pings again. It's a video from Dan. It's a shot of his lap; he's sitting behind the counter at the shop. You can see the imprint of his cock, pulsing through his trousers. He moves his hand up and down the shaft, hidden behind the till. My cage suddenly feels tight and uncomfortable.
*
I was so immersed in my reading that the sound of the tray on the coffee table makes me jump. Dan's brought tea and biscuits with him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. How's it going?" he asks.
"Not too bad... Whoa! Chocolate Hobnobs? What are we celebrating?"
"Oh, shut up and eat your biscuit."
I put down the book and dunk one of the biscuits into my tea.
"So how are you finding the cage?" he asks, sitting down next to me on the windowsill.
"I think... I love it?" I say quietly, even though nobody else is here.
"'Couse you do, you little kinkster. You act all shy about it, but you love handing over control." With that, he casually slides his hand over my trousers, caressing the cage through the fabric. I shift in my seat, already feeling a little strain.
"What are you doing this Bank Holiday weekend?"
"I--I'm not sure. I was just going to stay home, get some writing done."
"University work or...?"
I pause, shifting again, trying not to think about his hand softly pressing on my cage. "More like... my own stuff."
"You are writing new stuff? That's brilliant! That's what I like to hear. Well, here's a proposition for you: spend the weekend at my place. I have to keep the shop open on Saturday and Sunday so the flat will be all yours. Take it as a free writing retreat, with complimentary Hobnobs."
"And what about Monday?"
"We'll plan something fun, the weather's supposed to be good."
"That's very kind of you... Can I at least cook dinner for when you get back?"
"Only if you the only thing you wear is an apron and your cock cage."
He leans in for a kiss, knowing that this will make my dick strain against the cage even more. He notices and laughs. "Sorry, I can't help but tease you in this... Do you want to know how it's like to get fucked in it?"
I nod and immediately start undressing. Before I can even take my trousers off, Dan is lifting me up and laying my back on the cushion. He takes my trousers off and whips out his cock. We both seem too excited for foreplay. I feel him grab the end of my butt plug and he is gentle but quick to take it out. He stops for a second, admiring my hole, slightly gaping, and my locked dick.
Dan bounces his cock between my legs a couple of times, hitting the chastity cage. He doesn't say anything, but I can see he's taking pleasure in the size difference. Every time he bounces his cock on my cage, the padlock clinks against it and shocks of pleasure briefly break the numbness.
To my surprise, despite feeling horny out of my mind, my dick is no longer hard. The lack of sensation that comes with the cage and the discomfort caused by our kissing have made my erection almost disappear.
"Ready, boy?" he asks looking down.
"Yes, please Daddy, give it to me."
He spits on his hand and strokes his cock a few times. My hole is still wet and lubed up from the butt plug. He starts penetrating me, his stare going from my hole, to the cage, to my face and back to my hole. I can feel him making his way inside me, brushing against my prostate. Some precum dribbles out of my soft dick. For some reason, not being able to touch myself almost frees me from a worry, it allows me to be completely focused on my hole expanding around his girth.
"Can you feel me inside, boy? I told you, controlling those erections would make you feel a lot better." He's hit max depth now and he's starting to move in and out of me, squeezing more precum out of me with every push.
It really hasn't taken me long to feel totally at ease having sex in the shop. Maybe Dan is right, I am a real submissive slut.
His thrusts feel particularly strong today, perhaps intensified by the presence of the chastity cage. His moans get louder and his grip on my hips is rock solid. Suddenly, he's unloading inside me, not even asking me to beg for his cum. Droplets of sweat from his forehead trickle down to my bare stomach. His thrusts continue, slowing the tempo but maintaining their intensity, going inside me, pushing his load deeper.
There doesn't seem to be any impetus to make me cum and, to be honest, I don't feel the need to. He comes out of me while still slightly hard. Without saying a word, he reaches out to get my butt plug again and pushes it back inside me hole.
Then he leans down and kisses me again.
"Fuck, boy, that was glorious!" he says breaking the kiss and falling back against the wall. "Be a good boy and keep my load warm in there" he says, patting the end of my butt plug.
I get up as well and get closer to him, nestling my head between his legs, with his arm wrapped around my neck. I haven't even bothered to put my underwear back on. We just stay in this position, him sitting against the wall and me sitting against him, catching our breath.
After a long while, he breaks the silence: "So, Saturday, are you in?"
I nod, caressing his strong, hairy thigh.
*
"Dan?", I call out from the bookshop counter. It's Saturday, but probably still too early for customers. I drop my duffel bag on the floor. Dan comes out from the back room.
"Happy weekend" he announces. "Are you ready for your fun writing retreat?"
"Never been a fan of writing retreats to be honest, I'm just hoping there's going to be sex at some point. Even if I have to do some writing in between."
"Not the best mindset, but we can work with that" he says. "Listen, I don't want to leave the shop unattended, are you happy letting yourself in?"
"Oh... Yeah, sure, no worries."
"Everything is ready, feel free to set up on the dining table or whichever spot you prefer. There's snacks in the kitchen cabinets, just help yourself to whatever you like... Hobnobs included."
He hands out the keys to his flat, but when I reach out to grab them, he takes them away.
"Sorry, mate, need your keys first." I look at him, confused.
"What keys?"
He smiles. "Forgot to lock your dick away today, or...?"
I suddenly realise what he means and feel my face turning red in embarrassment. I reach down to my bag, open the side pocket and take out the tiny keys to the padlock of my chastity cage. I hand them over.
"Fabulous" he says, popping them into his pocket. "There you go! I'm here if you need me."
"Thanks..." I reply, wondering if he has more planned than I initially expected. "See you later then."
I head out, cross the road and head up to his apartment. Everything looks just like last time, except the morning light is coming in more intensely through the tall windows. I rest my duffel bag on the floor near the entrance and take off my shoes. I take the few ingredients I brought with me to make dinner out of the bag and head to the kitchen. I open the fridge, which looks very well stocked, and place them neatly on one of the middle shelves.
I look around and stretch, wondering whether I will be bored to no end for the entire day or if I am actually going to be productive. As I move closer to the couch where Dan fucked me last time, I notice an envelope with my name on the side table. I open it. It's a handwritten note.
Welcome to your writing retreat!
A few house rules to start. I would expect you to be wearing a butt plug and a chastity cage at all times this weekend, whether I am around or not. I presume you have already cleaned out and are wearing both, but if you haven't, please do this now.
I will be your keyholder for the weekend, as there will be no need for you to have access to your dick throughout your stay. I am sure that due to your insatiable desire for submission, you are already used to peeing with your cage on. If at any point over the weekend you feel the need to take it off to clean it, it will be under my supervision.
I want you to have a productive time, so while I know this is making you horny and hard (not ideal considering the circumstances) please try to focus on your work until I am back. The shop will close at 6pm, so please do not expect to me to fuck you before then. I appreciate your offer to make dinner for us! I am looking forward to it!
You can work wherever you like. If you need to turn off your notifications to avoid getting distracted, please do. Just make sure you have them turned on by 12:30pm. I'll call you during our lunch break.
Enjoy the rest of your day!
D
I can feel my chastity cage tightening around my balls. What have I got myself into? And yet, I feel totally giddy after reading the note. I leave it on the side table, deciding that the best course of action is to find a good spot for working and to forget about the wildly kinky context of the weekend.
I decide to go for the armchair in the corner. I'm somewhat curious to explore the flat while he's not here, but at the same time I'm afraid to accidentally ruin the game he seems to have set up for us. So I obey. I open my laptop and reluctantly start writing.
It takes me a while to get into the groove, but it's hard to get distracted while you are in an unfamiliar place with none of your usual interferences. I haven't written much by the time 12:30pm rolls around, but it's more than I have written in a long time.
My phone rings.
"When is the new book coming out then?" Dan asks without a greeting.
"Not any time soon... But we're one tiny step closer."
"Good. Had lunch yet?"
"Not yet."
"Do me a favour, go to the kitchen and open the drawer next to oven."
I follow his instructions. Inside is a soft package wrapped in brown paper.
"Found it?"
"Yeah... What is it?"
"Open it up."
I unwrap it and find a brand-new, blue apron inside. The fabric is thick and slightly coarse, almost like linen.
"Like I was saying when I invited you, no need to bother with clothes. If you need to, just wear that. I'll be back at 6pm!"
The call ends, apron still folded in my hand. Without much convincing needed, I start taking my clothes off -- I should act like a good guest after all.
*
It's a few minutes past 6pm, when I hear steps near the front door. Tomatoes are sizzling in the frying pan and the water for the pasta is almost boiling. The doorbell rings and I realise Dan gave me his keys, so I rush to let him in.
I open the door and his face immediately breaks into a smile.
"Look at you! All dressed up for me!"
He comes in and I swiftly move back to the hob to check on our dinner, while he takes off his shoes.
"Smells good! What's on the menu?"
"Pasta with a cherry tomato sauce... And some roasted chicken and veg."
"Sounds delicious." He heads to the bathroom. He doesn't bother closing the door and I can hear the sound of him pissing even over the cooking noises in front of me. He washes his hands and comes back to the kitchen. I have been naked the entire afternoon and I am now realising that he must have a very good view of my ass as he comes back to the kitchen, since the apron doesn't cover much.
He comes up right behind me, curiously examining the steaming pots and pans over my shoulder.
"So, you can cook. That's a great skill to have," he says into my ear. I feel his hands on my butt cheeks. "Please, don't let me stop you."
As I continue to stir the sauce, he squats down, spreads my ass and starts taking out my butt plug. As soon as it comes out, he buries his face deep into my ass and starts rimming me.
At this point, I stop stirring, lower the temperature on the hob and grab the kitchen counter, knowing that I won't be able to do much cooking like this. His tongue massages my hole, alternating wet licks with more powerful penetration. Not too long after that, he inserts a finger, then two. While he's still pushing two fingers inside me, he gets up and I feel his cock brush against the back of my thigh. He must have taken it out while he was eating me out. He positions it against my hole and replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock.
"I've been waiting for this all day," he whispers into my ear and pushes his cock inside me. Having his weight on me while fucks me against the kitchen counter leaves be breathless. He is already thrusting passionately, clearly caught up in his own desire to breed me. I reach back to his hips and encourage him to take it all, to go deeper.
"Breed me, Daddy, please" I beg, turning my head back to look at him. His grunts are getting louder. He leans down, grabs my neck and gives me a wet kiss, burying his tongue inside me, wanting to conquer every one of my holes. I can feel him start to come at that moment, his tongue inside my mouth, his short breaths hitting my face. His cum is flooding my insides as I am pinned against this kitchen counter, unable to get hard, but still feeling satisfied and useful to him.
His grip slowly loosens, and he rests his sweaty forehead head on my shoulder, as I regain control of the cooking. His cock slides out of me, suddenly making me feel empty. I expect to feel the butt plug back inside me at some point, but that never happens. He's getting dressed again.
"Do you like baking shows?" he asks from the other side of the room, while he turns on the TV.
I laugh at the sudden change of atmosphere. "Yeah, sure," I reply.
He starts bringing cutlery and cups to the coffee table. Soon after that, our dinner is ready and I plate it up for us. I bring everything to the coffee table, assuming we are going to eat on the couch. Upon seeing the food, Dan's eyes are filled with genuine delight.
"This looks incredible! I can't remember the last time somebody cooked for me!"
"If that's how you treat all your cooks, I don't understand why they would ever leave."
He smiles and grabs a plate. He's completely dressed, but there has been no suggestion that I should put clothes on. Still, I probably shouldn't sit down on the couch with my ass still wet from our quickie, so I take off my apron, fold it and place it over my seat to avoid any stains.
After we are done with our dinner, Dan pulls me closer to him, caressing my body, still watching the show. Slowly, his fingers reach down to my hole. He starts to gently play with it. I can feel the tip of his fingers going in and out, and his cum leaking onto the apron.
-- END OF CHAPTER 6 --
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