A Strange Butt Plug Left On His Desk

James Gabriel sat at his desk, his head in his hands. The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long, accusing shadows across the room. He had barely slept, his mind replaying the night before in vivid, shameful detail. The way his body had betrayed him, the pleasure he had allowed himself to feel, it was sinful. Unforgivable. And yet, the memory of it lingered, taunting him, tempting him.

He reached for his coffee, his hand trembling as he brought the mug to his lips. The bitter taste did little to soothe his frayed nerves. He needed to focus, to push the thoughts aside and immerse himself in his work. But the temptation was there, lurking at the edges of his mind, whispering to him in a voice that was both seductive and damning.

As he set the mug down, his eyes fell on a small, unmarked package sitting on the corner of his desk. He frowned, reaching for it with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. The box was plain, wrapped in brown paper, with no return address. His fingers hesitated for a moment before he tore it open, revealing a sleek, black box inside. He lifted the lid, his breath catching in his throat as he saw what was inside.

A butt plug.

James stared at it, his heart pounding in his chest. It was smooth and glossy, with a tapered tip and a flared base. The sight of it sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin, and he felt himself growing hard despite his best efforts to suppress it. His first instinct was to throw it away, to cast it aside and pretend he had never seen it. But something stopped him. A voice inside his head, low and insistent, urging him to give in, to indulge.

His fingers traced the curve of the plug, his touch tentative, almost reverent. It felt cool against his skin, the smooth texture sending a shiver down his spine. His cock twitched, and he bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t do this. But the need was too strong, too overwhelming to ignore.

James glanced at the door, his heart racing. The office was empty, the hallway silent. He was alone. No one would know. No one would ever have to know. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, and before he could second-guess himself, he was on his feet, the plug clutched tightly in his hand.

He made his way to the restroom, his steps quick and purposeful. His pulse thrummed in his ears, a steady, frantic rhythm that drowned out all other sounds. The restroom was small, with a single stall and a flickering fluorescent light. He locked the door behind him, his hands trembling as he set the plug down on the edge of the sink.

James stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face flushed, his eyes dark with desire. He looked like a stranger, someone he didn’t recognize. Someone who was capable of doing things he would never have imagined. He turned away, unable to meet his own gaze, and focused instead on the task at hand.

He unbuckled his pants, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. The fabric slid down his legs, pooling at his feet, and he stepped out of them, leaving him standing in just his boxers. He pulled them down next, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking precum. The sight of it, thick and pulsing, sent a fresh wave of heat through him, and he groaned, his hand instinctively reaching to stroke himself.

But he stopped himself. This wasn’t about that. This was about something else, something deeper, more primal. He turned around, bracing himself against the sink, and reached for the plug. The cool, smooth surface sent a shiver down his spine as he pressed it against his asshole, the tip catching on the tight ring of muscle. His breath hitched, and he bit down on his lip, trying to steady himself.

He pushed, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His body resisted at first, the muscle clenching tightly against the intrusion, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The need was too strong, too overwhelming. He pushed harder, the plug slipping past the resistance and sinking into him, inch by excruciating inch. The sensation was intense, almost too much to bear, and he cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily.

The plug settled inside him, the flared base pressing snugly against his ass. He could feel the stretch, the fullness, and it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His cock throbbed, precum dripping onto the tile floor, and he reached down to stroke himself, his hand moving in time with the slow, rhythmic clenching of his ass around the plug.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, his head falling forward. The pleasure was all-consuming, dragging him under until he was gasping for air. He fucked himself with the plug, his hips rocking back and forth, the base pressing against his sensitive flesh with each movement. The sensation was electric, sending waves of heat coursing through his body.

His hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his cock. He was close, so close. The pressure built inside him, coiling tight in his gut, and he let out a strangled cry as he came, his release spilling over his hand and onto the floor. The pleasure was overwhelming, dragging him under until he was trembling, his legs barely able to support him.

He stayed like that for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body still pulsing with aftershocks. The plug was still inside him, the weight of it a constant reminder of what he had done. He should feel ashamed, guilty. But all he felt was relief, and a deep, unshakable satisfaction.

James pulled the plug out slowly, hissing at the sensation as it slid free. He cleaned it quickly, his movements hurried, almost frantic. He couldn’t let anyone see. No one could know. He wrapped it in a paper towel and stuffed it into his pocket, his heart still racing. He washed his hands, splashed some cold water on his face, and tried to steady his breathing.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, his face flushed, his eyes still dark with desire. He didn’t recognize the man staring back at him. But he knew he couldn’t stop. The temptation was too strong, too irresistible. And as he unlocked the restroom door and stepped back into the hallway, he knew he would do it again.