The Bookshop Owner Chapter 7
THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 7
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The sunlight coming from the windows wakes me from a restful sleep. I turn to the other side of the bed and notice that Dan must have already left. Everything is quiet and the weather unusually sunny.
Shifting under the sheets, I can feel the butt plug pushing inside me and the beginning of a morning erection. Fortunately, the chastity cage stayed on throughout the night, so I know I won't be able to get that hard without discomfort. I don't see the key anywhere, so I have to assume that he's still holding on to it.
I was hoping for some morning sex after yesterday's cosy evening, but Dan clearly decided to let me sleep in. I'm glad that I wore my plug before bed, I hope he noticed and appreciated my commitment to the house rules.
I have to pee now, so I get up and carefully go down the steep flight of stairs that leads to the main area of the loft, fully naked, except for my cage. As I'm heading to the bathroom, I spot a new message, propped up against the lamp on the side table. I quickly grab the small envelope with the intention of taking it with me to the toilet, but a second envelope hidden behind the first slides on the floor. I crouch down and grab it, an action that is equally demanding and pleasurable with a big plug up your ass.
I quickly go sit on the toilet and make sure that the tip of my dick is pointing down. Some of the foreskin protrudes from the cage. Within seconds a hot stream of piss starts coming out of it. As I relieve myself, I look at the two envelopes more closely. One says `Open now', the other one `Open at lunchtime'. That's an interesting twist. I open the first one.
Good morning, Sleepyhead!
Rest is very important for creativity, so I thought I would let you sleep in. Don't neglect your writing though! Same rules apply today, and I am sure you will be excited to know that I still have your keys with me.
I was very impressed to see you were still plugged this morning when I left. Is my cum from last night still inside you? My little sub is so good at following Daddy's rules. Keep it up!
You will have noticed there is a second envelope. Please open it during your lunch break, after your morning writing session. I can't wait to come back and fuck that pink hole of yours later.
Dan
I try not to linger too long on the memories of last night's kitchen session and instead wipe the tip of my dick with some toilet paper. I think I find peeing with my cage on almost more emasculating than wearing it in public or fucking with it. Since I am locked for the day, I decide the best course of action is probably to have a quick breakfast, then clean out and get ready to work. By the time I am showered, lubed and plugged again, it's around 10am. I opt for not wearing any clothes, except for a neon yellow thong that I brought with me. I sit in the same spot as yesterday, enjoying the sunlight, and get on with my writing.
At 12:30, I decide that it's time to get some lunch and, more importantly, open the second envelope. I haven't heard from Dan all day and I wonder if it's his way of making sure I don't get distracted. I go to the kitchen table where I left the note and open it.
I hope you had a good writing session. Time for a break!
I need you to do me a favour after you have lunch. Could you pick up a parcel for me? The shop isn't far, they are open till 4pm today.
Call me when you are ready to go, I'll send you all the info.
Dan
I'm a little disappointed by the pragmatic tone of this note, compared to the first one. Nonetheless, I make myself a quick sandwich and call Dan -- might as well get this done early. He picks up right away.
"Time for lunch?"
"Yup" I reply and take another bite of my sandwich.
"Come to the window" he says.
I pause, cautious about exposing myself to random passersby, but I decide that the windowsill is probably high enough to cover me from the waist down.
"No-one's around, they are all away enjoying the sunshine." I get closer and spot him at the entrance of the shop, leaning against the doorframe. "And it looks like you are, as well. Wouldn't have expected any less from you."
"Slow day, then?" I ask.
"A little. You know you can wear clothes in my house, right?"
"I prefer it this way." I jokingly rub my phone against my nipple, making my pec jiggle a little. I can see Dan once again shake his head at my display of horniness.
"Anyway," I continue, "this parcel. I can go get it, just send the details."
"Oh, perfect. I made the order under your name so it should be straightforward. Now go put some clothes on!"
I let out a sarcastic sigh and say goodbye. Shortly after, my phone pings with Dan's messages. The pick-up location is clearly a sex shop, which makes me realise there is in fact more to this errand. Rather excitedly now, I get dressed -- just loose jeans and a t-shirt -- and leave the apartment. I pop the keys in my pocket, hoping they will disguise any clinking sounds coming from my chastity cage.
Dan was right, the shop was only a 20-minute walk away, which is quite pleasant in this weather and not too far from the high street shops. I am greeted by a young woman at the till, who is busy sticking price tags on newly arrived merch. I head directly to the counter, not out of disinterest for the merchandise, just too excited to see what Dan is cooking up. After showing the delivery information and my ID, the woman at the till hands me a small, soft package wrapped in black plastic.
As I leave the shop and start to head back, I take a photo of the package in my hand and send it to Dan. He replies within seconds: "Thanks! You can open it when you get back."
Before I have time to reply, a new message comes in. "I know you can't take off your cock cage, but are you still wearing your butt plug?"
"What do you think?" I reply.
"Show me then."
"I'll be home in 15!"
"Nah, show me now."
What does he mean "now"? I'm in the middle of town. I look around, weighing my options. This is... oddly arousing. I make a diversion and instead of going back to Dan's flat, I enter the big shopping centre on the high street. My phone pings. A one-word message: "So?"
Oh, he's pushing all the right buttons... and I need to match his energy. I make my way through the busy space and head to the toilets. Fortunately, I find the last empty stall available. I go inside, take my jeans down and open my phone camera.
Suddenly, I feel the stall door hit my elbow as someone tries to come in. Instinctively, I slam it shut and lock it. 'Sorry, occupied!' I yelp, maybe a little too loudly. I must have left it unlocked in the heat of the moment.
I take a deep breath.
My dick is hard and pulsing inside the cage. I bend down and snap a photo of my butt plug from below, making sure to include my caged dick. I send it and try to calm down, hoping this erection won't make my dick any harder.
I pull my jeans up and flush some imaginary pee away, trying to pull myself back together. I grab my parcel, wash my hands, and start making my way back once again. My phone pings as I exit the shopping centre. It's a photo of his hard cock, clearly taken in the back room of the shop, with his trousers still up.
"I can't wait to take it out and fill you up with this instead. Let me know if you like the gift when you get home."
I pop the phone back into my pocket, feeling increasingly warm. I'm glad to be outside in the fresh air. As I get closer to Dan's flat, I notice there's a few customers now visiting the shop. I decide against popping in for a visit and instead go back inside. I take most of my clothes off, aside from the thong. I head to the bathroom to wash my hands and splash my face with water. I adjust my chastity cage, now erection free and much more comfortable.
Curiosity is eating away at me at this point, so I return to the living room and tear open the package. Inside, wrapped in clear plastic, is a black satin blindfold. I pull it out and feel the smooth, fresh fabric against my fingers. I pop it on, like a headband at first, testing the elastic band. It feels comfortable around my head. I go back to the entrance, prop my phone on the floor against the door and set a 10-second timer on the camera. I kneel in front of the door, fists on the floor, arched back, chest out. I lower the blindfold and just a second later I hear the camera shutter sound.
I pull the blindfold over my head and pick up the phone. I immediately send it to Dan.
His reply is instant: "I knew you would like it. That's how I want to find you when I am back at 5pm. Until then, back to work -- break's over, buddy."
Going back to writing feels like an impossible task now, my creative juices are running low. Nonetheless, it feels like I shouldn't waste this precious time, so I spend the rest of the afternoon drafting a few dreaded emails. Some I will send to new and old colleagues, asking them to review samples for the new book. The most challenging one, however, will be the email to my editor. It takes me far too long to write, as I try to keep the tone cheerful rather than apologetic (what am I apologising for?), but by 4:30 p.m., it's done. I cowardly leave it in the drafts folder but promise myself I'll send it first thing on Tuesday.
I decide it's time to get ready for Dan's return, so I spend some time in the bathroom taking a shower and getting my ass ready for a deep fuck. By the time I'm lubed and plugged again, it's only a few minutes before 5pm. I head to the front door, assuming the same position I was in earlier. The silence around me is even more noticeable while I am wearing the blindfold. It feels good to relax after this quite eventful Sunday. I focus on my breathing, making an effort not to lose my pose as my thoughts drift in all sorts of directions. Then I hear steps. I wonder if it's Dan or one of his neighbours. I only get confirmation when I hear the door handle move and someone come in.
I don't say anything, facing forward with my vision completely obscured. I am waiting for him to say something, but nobody breaks the silence. He's taking off his shoes. Then I hear something metallic (a belt buckle?) hit the floor. He's taking his clothes off.
Suddenly the thought that this could be anyone, maybe a stranger than Dan sent over, crosses my mind. I hold steady for a few more seconds, until I hear him step towards me. I can feel the heat of his body near my face. Then a hand reaches out and grabs my chin gently.
"You're a well-behaved puppy, aren't you?" Dan says in his usual smug tone. I let out a sigh of relief hearing his voice.
"What?" he says "Were you expecting somebody else? I can always find one or two friends more than willing to get a taste..." and he grabs one of my butt cheeks, checking, I'm sure, that the plug is still there.
His hand travels back to my chin. His thumb pushes against my lips and enters my mouth. I suck on it with passion. It travels deeper, forcing me to relax my throat as much as possible to avoid gagging on it.
"Can you smell my cock after a long day at work, boy?" he asks and pushes my nose against his pubic hair and balls. I can feel the hard shaft of his cock against my cheek, and I wish I could put that in my mouth. I inhale loudly and he drags my face up and down some more.
"Do you want a taste?"
"Yes, Daddy, please let me taste your cock. Please, I've been waiting all day to get another taste."
I take my hands off the floor to grab his cock, but I'm immediately reprimanded: "Hands down. Arch your back. That's it, stay."
He grabs both sides of my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. Gently at first, giving me time to lick the tip, sucking on his foreskin. Then the strokes become more powerful, sounds muffled by his powerful grip. His movements are relentless and it's hard to remain still under the constant thrusts. I can't see anything, but I know my chin and his cocks are wet and sloppy. It feels like he's close to coming when he suddenly stops and lifts me under the arms.
"Nice, sloppy blowjob" he says. He puts his hand over the chastity cage but retracts it quickly. "Ugh--you're leaking everywhere" he grunts and pushes his fingers covered in precum into my mouth.
"Get down and clean this mess." I get down to the floor, unable to see where my precum might be, but trusting his strong hand to guide my mouth to it. I keep licking and licking the wooden floor until he lifts my head again.
"Time to go upstairs, buddy."
I excitedly reach up to take off my blindfold, so I can make my way up to the bedroom, but he stops me again.
"What are you doing? I didn't say you can take it off."
"But I can't see the stairs."
"That's okay, if you don't want to walk, you can always crawl."
In what is probably an even more embarrassing view from behind, I clumsily make my way to the stairs by touching the wall, then slowly make my way up to the bedroom in a quadruped position.
"You could have asked nicely, and I would have shown you my ass anyway" I say, halfway up.
"Hmm... Nah, I just really needed to see it from this angle."
Instead of standing up, or crawling up on the bed, I kneel again in the same position I was before and wait for him to come up. I can't see him, but I know he's got a big grin on his face as he comes up.
"You never cease to amaze me," he says, tussling my hair. "Come up to the bed, puppy boy."
He makes me lie on my back and finally takes the blindfold down, now hanging around my neck like a collar. The sun is setting but there is more than enough daylight to see Dan sitting on me, hairy chest and stomach covered with a sheen of sweat. His cock and balls are resting on my torso. He comes down for a long, passionate kiss. I love the feeling of his beard tickling my face and the purpose with which he invades my mouth with his tongue.
"I hope you are ready for some tongue work" he says. He turns around and spreads his cheeks, putting his hairy hole on full display for me. He lowers his hips down to my face and I latch on to his hole, grabbing his plump, fuzzy cheeks and moving my tongue up and down with increasing passion.
He seems to be completely taken by the activity, enjoying the sensation without any dirty talk or witty remarks. I push my tongue deeper, while I continue to massage his butt. He pushes down in response and the feeling of his weight on upper body makes me even hornier.
Only a few minutes later, he lets out a loud grunt. "Come `ere!"
He drags me towards him and flips me on my stomach. I arch my back and point my ass at him. He grabs the end of my butt plug.
"We need to get you a puppy tail next, I reckon."
The extra lube I added to the plug before he arrived makes it pop out in one smooth motion. He clearly must feel confident I am loose enough, or maybe he can't really contain himself today, since he immediately replaces the plug with his hard cock. I let out a big gasp as he leans over me, pushing it deep inside. He grabs the blindfold around my neck, pulling me up slightly.
"I'm thinking doggy style is most appropriate today."
He leans over me and wraps his arms around my torso. His strong thrusts and the weight of his body on my back almost make me collapse with each blow. My arms and legs start tingling as the pace quickens. My dick is soft in its cage and every time Dan hits my prostate, I feel like I'm about to piss myself.
He moans one last time, grunting something unintelligible that can only mean he's reached his climax. As he explodes inside me, my body feels warm and tingly. I see my dick twitching in its cage, white droplets of cum dripping on the sheets below us.
Sweaty and spent, we gently fold to one side. Dan is still inside me, his arms wrapped around my torso. I nestle my head just below his neck and listen to him breathe in and out, while the sunlight coming through the windows continues to dim.
-- END OF CHAPTER 7 --
I hope you enjoyed this new instalment of the story. I initially thought this chapter would cover the entire weekend, but I ended up splitting it, as I am still deciding what these two will get up to on their final day off.
I really appreciate all the feedback I've received so far, and I hope my writing continues to arouse you. As we get closer to the end of this story, I am starting to plan other shorter one-offs and the next multi-chapter story.
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