A Note

James Gabriel walked into his office, his heart pounding in his chest. The note was still there, lying innocently on his desk, its words etched into his mind: “Wear the plug to Bible study. More rewards await.” He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he reached into his drawer and pulled out the small, smooth object. It glinted in the dim light of his office, its tapered shape both inviting and intimidating.

He locked the door, his breath quickening as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. The cool air brushed against his skin, making him shiver. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he applied a generous amount of lube to the plug. The sensation of the cold gel against his heated skin sent a jolt of anticipation through him. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he pressed the tip against his entrance.

The first inch slid in easily, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. He clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the edge of his desk as he pushed it deeper. The stretch was intense, the plug filling him in a way that made his cock throb with need. He moaned softly, his hips rocking forward as the plug settled into place. He stood up, his legs trembling as he pulled his trousers back up, the plug shifting slightly inside him.

The walk to the church was ****. Every step sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the plug rubbing against his sensitive walls. He clenched his muscles, savoring the feeling of being so full, so stretched. By the time he reached the church, his face was flushed, his cock straining against his pants. He took a deep breath, forcing a smile as he greeted the parishioners filing into the room.

The Bible study began, and James did his best to focus on the discussion. But the plug was relentless, its presence a constant reminder of the forbidden pleasure he was indulging in. Every movement, no matter how slight, sent waves of heat coursing through him. He shifted in his chair, his hips jerking forward as the plug pressed against his sweet spot. A low moan escaped his lips, and he quickly covered it with a cough, his face burning with shame.

“Are you alright, Pastor?” Mrs. Jenkins, a kind, middle-aged woman, asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

“I’m fine,” James replied, his voice tight. “Just a bit of a tickle in my throat.”

She nodded, seemingly satisfied, and returned to her Bible. James clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to keep himself under control. But it was no use. The plug was pressing insistently against his sweet spot, and he was on the verge of losing it. He shifted again, his hips rocking gently as he savored the intense pleasure coursing through him.

The discussion continued, but James could barely focus. His entire body was on fire, the plug driving him closer and closer to the edge. He clenched his muscles again, the sensation so intense it nearly made him cry out. His cock throbbed in his pants, **** for release, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the pleasure radiating from his ass.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Bible study came to an end. James stood up, his legs trembling as he said goodbye to the parishioners. He was just about to make his escape when he felt it, a sharp slap on his ass. The **** of the blow sent the plug pressing hard against his sweet spot, and before he could stop himself, he came. Waves of pleasure crashed over him, his vision going white as his cock twitched, spilling his seed into his pants.

He gasped, his knees buckling as he tried to keep himself upright. Heat flooded his cheeks as he quickly made his way to the bathroom, the parishioners none the wiser. He locked the door behind him, his heart racing as he leaned against the sink. He looked down at the wet spot on his pants, his cock still twitching with aftershocks.