Page 16 of Taken Online

Perfect.

Now he’s naked, save for the collar and leash tethered to the bed.

I stroke my cock as I spot a small blue plug already nestled tight in his ass.

He pulls it out with a soft whimper. “Fuck,” he murmurs, setting it aside. Then he brings the camera closer to his face and licks the tip of the pink dildo that I asked for, slow and teasing.

I almost come just watching him. I could train him so well. Right now, he can barely take the head in. The girth stretches his lips wide.

He zooms the camera out, placing the dildo on the floor and kneeling down.

Kaleb:Ride the dildo and tell me about work.

Asher glances at the chat and pouts. His dark eyes go even darker.

He straddles the dildo, groaning at the first push of it inside.

“Fuck… it’s so big,” he moans, easing down further.

I stop jerking. Any more and I’ll blow.

He’s careful, slow. His breathing’s shallow as he lowers himself inch by inch.

It’s obscene. Naked and collared, his tie crooked around his neck, nipples flushed pink. He sinks onto the pink dildo with little whimpers like a perfect little slut.

Not yet, Blake.

Kaleb:Talk.

Ash lowers himself more, whimpering, moaning softly, trying to stay quiet for the neighbors.

“Erm... well, my job? I like... oh fuck—” He drops lower. The base nearly disappears inside him. His eyes flutter. “I talk to people online and—oh fuck, sir—I do customer service.”

My cock pulses hard in my hand.

Kaleb:Fuck yourself with the dildo. I’m not paying you to make love to it.

He glances at the screen, groans, and begins bouncing a bit faster.

“Oh fuck.” He speeds up, his moans more breathless. He starts to reach for his cock but pulls back, putting two fingers in his mouth instead and groaning around them.

“Mhh….God.” He moves a little faster now, clearly on edge. His hand hovers near his cock but pulls back. Instead, he sticks two fingers in his mouth, groaning around them.

I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw. I’m close. Too close.

Kaleb:Customer service, huh? Are they nice to you, baby?

He’s bouncing up and down on the dildo, biting his lip. His tie is slipping, hanging crooked across his chest.

“I—mhh, oh god…”

He’s about to come, I can see it. Hands-free.

Kaleb:Stop. Sit on it. Still.

He barely reads the message before halting. His body trembles from the restraint. He scrunches his brows, clearly struggling to obey.

“Yes, sir,” he breathes. The dildo is fully inside him now, buried to the base. “The people who call… they’re usually mean and rude,” he groans, shifting slightly, trying to grind against the base.

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