Locked By My Boss - Chapter 2: Puppy Play and Plugged Promises

  The workday dragged on like torture for Richard, each tick of the clock a reminder of the keys now in Samuel’s possession. His chastity cage felt heavier than ever, the tight grip around his cock a constant tease, keeping him on edge. Every time he shifted in his chair, the cage rubbed against his jeans, sending sparks of frustration through him. Samuel’s words from that morning echoed in his head: “You’re mine now, Richard. Locked and under my control.” 

  The promise had him half-hard all day, his submissive side screaming for whatever Samuel had planned next. By the time 6 PM rolled around, Richard was a mess of nerves and need, his X account untouched since he’d handed over his freedom.

  As the office emptied out, Richard’s phone buzzed with a new message from Samuel: “My office. Now.” 

  His heart lurched, and he practically sprinted to the elevator, his palms sweaty, his cock straining uselessly against its prison. The top floor was deserted, the city lights twinkling through the massive windows of Samuel’s corner office. Richard knocked, his breath shallow, and Samuel’s deep voice rumbled through the door.   “Get in here.”

  Richard stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Samuel was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, his white beard and hair stark against the dark suit he wore.   The man looked like a fucking king, his broad frame radiating power. Those piercing blue eyes locked onto Richard, making his knees weak. “Lock the door,” Samuel ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

  Richard fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking. When he turned back, Samuel was watching him like a predator sizing up its prey. “You’ve been good today, haven’t you?” Samuel said, his voice low and dangerous. “Kept that cage on, didn’t try anything stupid?”

  “Yes, sir,” Richard replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His face flushed, the humiliation of being called out making his cock throb in its cage.

  “Good boy,” Samuel said, a smirk curling his lips. “But I need to see for myself. Strip. Everything off. Now.”

  Richard’s breath hitched, his eyes widening. “Here, sir?” he asked, glancing at the windows. The office was high up, but the idea of being exposed, even remotely, sent a shiver through him.

  Samuel’s grin turned wicked. “You questioning me, boy? Strip. I want to inspect what’s mine.”

  The word mine hit Richard like a punch, his submissive side melting under the command. He kicked off his shoes, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His blazer hit the floor, followed by his jeans, until he was standing in just his briefs, the outline of the chastity cage painfully obvious. Samuel raised an eyebrow, and Richard hooked his thumbs into the waistband, sliding the briefs down. The cage came into view, black and snug, locking his cock tight. He stood there, naked, his fit body tense, his beard framing a face flushed with equal parts shame and arousal.

  Samuel circled him like a wolf, his eyes raking over every inch of Richard’s body. “Fuck, you’re a sight,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “That cage looks good on you. Keeps you nice and desperate, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir,” Richard whispered, his cock twitching uselessly.

  Samuel stopped in front of him, his presence overwhelming. “Get on all fours,” he ordered. “Like a good little puppy. I wanna see how you move.”

Richard’s heart pounded, his submissive instincts kicking into overdrive. Puppy play? Fuck, Samuel was hitting all his buttons. He dropped to his hands and knees, the carpet soft under his palms, his cage dangling between his thighs. The humiliation was electric, making his skin prickle as he started crawling, circling the office as Samuel watched. The older man’s eyes were dark with lust, his grin pure dominance.

  “Look at you,” Samuel said, his voice dripping with amusement. “My own little pup, crawling for me. Come here, boy. Right to my feet.”

  Richard obeyed, crawling across the office, his face burning as he stopped in front of Samuel’s polished shoes. He looked up, his breath ragged, and Samuel’s grin widened. “Good dog,” he said, reaching down to ruffle Richard’s hair. “Now, pups don’t just sit there. They serve. Undo my pants.”

  Richard’s hands trembled as he reached up, his fingers brushing against Samuel’s thighs. The man was built, his legs thick with muscle, and Richard’s mouth watered as he unbuttoned the suit pants and slid them down. Samuel stepped out of them, leaving him in tight black briefs that did nothing to hide the massive bulge underneath. Richard’s eyes locked onto it, his cage tightening painfully as he realized just how big Samuel was.

  “Go on,” Samuel growled, his voice rough. “Take ‘em off. Let’s see how much you want to please your master.”

  Richard’s fingers shook as he pulled the briefs down, and holy fuck, Samuel’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy, easily the biggest Richard had ever seen. It was long, veined, and already half-hard, the head glistening with a bead of precum. Richard’s mouth went dry, his own cock straining uselessly in its cage, his body screaming with need. Samuel was a fucking god, and Richard was desperate to worship him.

  “Like what you see, pup?” Samuel asked, his voice smug as he stroked himself slowly, making Richard’s eyes follow every movement. “Worship it. Show me what a good dog you are.”

  Richard didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned forward, still on all fours, and pressed his lips to the base of Samuel’s cock, kissing it reverently. The musky scent hit him hard, driving him wild as he dragged his tongue along the thick shaft, tasting the salt of Samuel’s skin. Samuel groaned, his hand tangling in Richard’s hair, guiding him. “That’s it, pup. Lick it like you mean it.”

  Richard moaned, his tongue working eagerly, lapping at Samuel’s cock like it was the only thing that mattered. He sucked at the head, his lips stretching around the girth, his beard brushing against Samuel’s thighs. The older man’s groans were like music, each one making Richard’s cage feel tighter, his desperation growing. He was Samuel’s puppy, his toy, and he fucking loved it.

  “Fuck, you’re a natural,” Samuel growled, his hips rocking slightly, pushing his cock deeper into Richard’s mouth. “Such a good boy. But I wanna see more of you. Turn around, pup. Show me that hole.”

  Richard’s face burned, but he obeyed, turning on all fours and lowering his chest to the floor, his ass in the air. The exposure was humiliating, exhilarating, his cage dangling as he presented himself to Samuel. He heard the older man move behind him, felt the weight of those eyes on his most vulnerable spot.

  “Goddamn,” Samuel murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Look at that tight little hole. So fucking perfect.” He ran a finger over Richard’s entrance, making him gasp and shudder. “This hole’s mine now, pup. And we’re gonna work on it. I love stretching my boys, filling them up. You ever been fisted?”

  Richard’s breath caught, his mind spinning. “N-no, sir,” he stammered, his voice muffled against the carpet. “Just... just toys. Small ones.”

  Samuel chuckled, dark and promising. “Oh, we’re gonna change that. I’m gonna open you up, make this hole take whatever I give it. Toys, my fist, anything I want. You ready for that, pup?”

  “Yes, sir,” Richard whimpered, his body trembling with need. The idea of Samuel stretching him, owning him like that, was almost too much. His cock throbbed in its cage, leaking despite the confinement.

  He heard Samuel move, the sound of a drawer opening, and then the older man was back, kneeling behind him. “Let’s start small,” Samuel said, his voice teasing. “Got a little plug here for my pup. Gonna feel so good.”

  Richard tensed as he felt the cold tip of a silicone plug press against his hole, slick with lube Samuel must’ve grabbed. “Relax,” Samuel ordered, his hand stroking Richard’s lower back. “Let me in.”

  Richard took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as Samuel pushed the plug forward. It was small but thick enough to stretch, the pressure making him moan as it slid inside, inch by inch. Samuel was slow, deliberate, letting Richard feel every moment of the intrusion until the plug settled in place, the base snug against his hole.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Samuel said, giving Richard’s ass a light slap that made him yelp. “Look at you, plugged and caged for me. My perfect little pup.”

  Richard’s head was spinning, his body alive with sensation—the cage, the plug, Samuel’s voice. He was completely at the older man’s mercy, and it was everything he’d ever craved.

  Samuel stood, zipping up his pants, his cock still hard and straining against the fabric. “Get dressed,” he ordered. “You’re going home like that. Plugged and locked. From now on, we’re working on that hole every day. I want it ready for me. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” Richard said, his voice shaky as he crawled to his clothes, the plug shifting inside him with every move. Dressing was torture, every step making the plug press deeper, the cage keeping him on edge. Samuel watched, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

  “Good boy,” Samuel said as Richard stood, fully dressed but feeling more exposed than ever. “Tomorrow, same time. Bring that needy little hole back to me.”

  Richard nodded, his face flushed, his body screaming for release that wouldn’t come. He left the office, the plug a constant reminder of Samuel’s control, his cage a promise of more to come. As he rode the elevator down, his mind was already racing, imagining what Samuel would do to him next, how far this game would go. He was Samuel’s pup now, locked, plugged, and utterly owned—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.