It’s been only a matter of days since Daniel wandered into what he thought was a bathhouse, only to discover a BDSM sex club. That moment forever changed his life, as he went from independent twink, to a new submissive of a powerful Master. But Daniel is new to the life of being a submissive and doesn’t seem to fully understand that he has one duty only — obey. When Master demands some risqué photos, Daniel initially resists. What Daniel doesn’t realize, though, is that before he gets his pleasure tonight, he must suffer his punishment.
Gay Sub Obeys picks up where Gay Sub Initiation left off.
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Excerpt
Like before, I took a quick glance around to ensure I wasn’t being watched or wouldn’t accidentally be caught. The coast was clear. I pulled out my phone and found another text from Master.
I want a cock pic — but you have to take it at your desk.
My blush of guilt and shame returned, burning hotter than before. I hoped no one would glance over my way as I was sure I was bright like a stop light.
I can’t do that at work! I replied.
The reply was almost instantaneous. You can and you will. You have five minutes.
Panic filled me. I couldn’t do this — I’d be fired! Worse, I could be arrested! Goodbye to my new job, goodbye to a successful life. Fuck, I’d be labeled as a pervert.
But Sir! I could get caught! I texted back, still protesting.
Again, the reply came quickly, almost like he was expecting me to react like this. Then do it discreetly. You have four minutes left.
I started typing out another frantic rebuttal, but froze my fingers halfway through. I knew that no matter what I said, Master would just tell me to do it anyway. So that meant I either had to disappoint him — and risk him rejecting me — or just scrounge up the courage to fucking do it. I was always a timid and by-the-book kind of guy — maybe this would even be a good thing for me. I didn’t quite believe it, but lying to myself like this was at least helping me build up that courage I so desperately needed. Besides, if I did it, Master would be happy, and he might reward me for it later.
Feigning the need for a stretch, I reached my hands high above my head and lengthened my neck, stealing a quick peak of my surroundings. Still, there was no one standing and no one approaching me. Besides, my cubicle was on the opposite end of the room from the coffeepot and water dispenser — it was a quiet area.
Rolling my chair close to my desk, I made sure my crotch was completely beneath the desk. Slowly, I unzipped my fly. To me, it sounded loud, like a blaring alarm that I was about to do something perverted and illegal. I got my zipper all the way to the bottom and no one had shouted at me and the police hadn’t arrested me. Maybe this would be okay.
I reached inside my pants and pulled my cock out. It felt strange to have the cool air of the office caressing it when I wasn’t in the bathroom. My dick was still tumescent, thick, but not quite hard. This experience was exciting me, turning me on, but the fear of being caught was what kept me from going fully solid.
Pausing, I listened for the slightest sound — footsteps, papers rustling, anything — but all I heard were the clicking of keyboards and the murmur of voices on phones. I pulled my phone out and activated the camera, then quickly rolled back from my desk, so that my cock was fully exposed. If someone were to come around the edge of my cubicle now, I could kiss this job goodbye. I snapped a quick pic.
“Daniel?”