Coming back to the podium

The creepy man turned around and left the bathroom - but before taking out a small remote from his pocket and pressing a button. An electric shock zapped through Josh’s testicles, a mix of pain and pleasure rocking through his body. Even though he winced in pain, his cock stood up almost instantly, bulging obscenely through the tight red dress. Josh was stuck between a rock and a hard place - he can’t just wait out the ten minute cooldown, he will look too suspicious and will risk getting further sexual humiliation. But if he goes outside, he will expose himself to a crowd full of people and possibly humiliate himself in their eyes! He didn't want to ruin this famous woman’s day… so he had to go.

Josh walked back to the front of the store - very slowly, as he was wearing a pair of high heels. Oh, and a butt plug stuck in his ass! Even the smallest movements made the foreign object in his rectum make itself known, digging in that delicate place. No matter the speed or balance of his walk it was pushing on him, causing distress. To distract himself, Josh looked around in “his” purse, looking for some sort of identification and a phone so he could look up the details.

Abigail Sleeper - 33 years old, author of hardboiled crime books. She was currently doing a tour promoting her newest novel, “An Expected Beginning”, about a New York detective “Lexy Playne” investigating a series of brutal murders on sex workers. Josh sighed with relief - thank god, she writes books for adults! Glad I won't be seeing any kids in the audience…

Finally he made his way back to the stage, a giant large of eager fans welcoming him with cheers. The autograph was even longer now, fuck…our protagonist smiled and sat back on his seat…

instantly regretting it.

The rubber plug nudged deeper into his rectum, pushing right into his prostate. A shiver overtook his whole body, like if someone switched a setting of his body turning it into the horny mode. Sexual energy, starting at his ass, pushed up and up through his body, finally reaching his brain and manifesting as-

“Ooahh~!”

Low, nasty moan escaped his painted lips, right into the face of the next person in line for the signing.