“What’s up?” I pop my head into the back room of the shop, hoping it’s not going to take long. “What did you need?”
Dan is sitting at his desk, working on the computer. I’m instantly taken aback.
“Are you wearing… glasses?” I ask, catching a glance of the quite sophisticated frames, with a thin silver rim.
“Shit” Dan mutters, taking them off to look at me, realising there is no chance to hide them anymore. I giggle, as Dan closes his eyes and massages the bridge of his nose where the glasses were resting, a frustrated expression on his face.
“I’m really turning you into the perfect academic!”
A huge sigh from Dan. “The doctor says I need to wear them when I work at the computer…”
“Well, I think they make you look very intellectual. They soften the rugged, rough exterior a bit.” And with that I go in and smooth out the collar of his mustard-coloured overshirt.
“Rugged? Did you come here looking for punishment?”
“Oh, you know I love rugged. And rough. Definitely love it rough.”
“I bet you do,” Dan says, placing his hand on my inner thigh as I sit on the edge of his desk, in front of his chair.
“So why did I come here? What do you need?”
Dan’s hand travels up between my legs until it hits the crotch of my trousers. The stimulation makes my dick stir in its cage.
“Are you still able to come help me with the delivery tonight? I really want to get those new arrivals sorted before tomorrow…”
“Yes, of course, I thought it wasn’t coming until 5pm though?”
“Yeah, no, that’s right.”
“Then why am I here? I don’t want to be late for my seminar.”
Dan’s other hand is unbuckling my belt now, giving me a hint as to why he’s asked me to pop by the shop on my way to work. I turn around, looking through the one-way mirror onto the shop floor. I saw at least one person browsing books in the mezzanine when I came in and there’s a good flow of people outside, a lot of them on their lunch break.
I keep trying to shoo away Dan’s head from my crotch, but the more flustered I get, the more half-hearted my resistance becomes.
“There are people here,” I say, lowering my voice – more seeking reassurance than asking him to stop. Dan gets up and kisses me.
“That guy comes in every week, sits upstairs for forty-five minutes and never buys anything,” he whispers.
He flips me over and lowers my trousers in one swift motion. He starts massaging my cheeks, spreading them apart, kneading them like dough. The view from the back room is still clear, but the open door to the back room and the knowledge that customers may be hidden from view or browsing books upstairs, makes this now ordinary sexual interaction with Dan extra risky. And it makes me extra horny.
Dan pulls out the butt plug, placing it on the desk pointing up. Normally, I would wear more reasonably-sized plugs to work – discreet ones with thin necks – but knowing I would have to spend some time at the shop today, I upgraded. It looks even bigger within the everyday context of the bookshop. How bad of a slut have I become?
Dan gets up and I hear him unbuckling his own belt. As he does, he leans closer.
“Sorry, we’ll need to keep the dirty talk to a minimum today…” he whispers in my ear. “And the moaning, please? We don’t want to alarm the customers.”
I don’t reply, but I feel a drop of precum leak from my caged dick, down to my balls, into my underwear. I can feel Dan’s cock resting between my ass cheeks, pointing up, ready to go.
Dan reaches down to my cage, scooping up some of the juices and brings them to my mouth. I suck on his two fingers, as he positions the tip of his cock against my hole. Then, he takes his fingers out of my mouth and uses his hand to cover it, at the same time as he slides his cock inside me. Even if I tried to moan, his strong hand would muffle any sound.
“Good boy,” he whispers.
He starts pumping and thrusting, as I realise this is probably the least amount of time we’ve ever spent on foreplay. It’s a proper quickie.
Dan’s rhythmic thrusts are stimulating my prostate and making my cage swing back and forth, but he’s quiet, methodical. The desk barely moves, not a sound in the room, except for the barely audible clinking of the lock on my cage.
Dan’s hands travel up under my shirt and reach my nipples. He starts rolling them between his fingers, breathing heavily on my neck. I try to keep my focus on the shop floor, making sure nobody suspects anything, but Dan is suddenly tensing up. There are none of the usual signs, no grunting, no deep strokes, but I know he’s coming inside me. I can only feel his cock pulsing, almost as if I can feel Dan’s heartbeat through his inflating and deflating shaft.
I am brought back to reality by the sounds of steps on the staircase. Someone is coming downstairs. I elbow Dan, as Mr. Comes-In-Every-Week-But-Never-Buys-Anything approaches the till with a magazine in hand that he certainly seems to be interested in purchasing.
Dan is zipping up his trousers, when I try to squat down with the intent of doing the same.
“Don’t. Move.”
I freeze. I remember the same scene from just a few months ago, when Dan whispered the same words in my ear while he was fingering me in a position not unlike the one I’m in now. Except this time there is no doubt, there is no question, there is no decision to make. I simply freeze. Ass out, hole clenched so his load doesn’t leak out and dick in a chastity cage that looks well beyond frustrated at this point.
Dan leaves the room, looking his usual collected self, and I watch him complete the transaction and do a little small talk. It’s at this point that I realise how much I trust him. That he cares about me enough to know that this is what I want: to be his.
Once the customer is gone, Dan comes back to find me.
“Hot, huh?” he says, letting out a sigh of relief. “I had to pretend I was moving boxes back here. Now where were we?”
He comes back behind me, squatting down, spreading my cheeks apart and examining my hole.
“Good job!” he praises me, “Not one drop came out. You’re a star!”
And with that, he grabs the butt plug that he placed on the desk and starts working it up my hole. Sperm really can be the perfect lubricant sometimes. The plug goes in with an almost cartoonish “Plop!” and Dan gets up.
“This way, you will have something to remember me by for the rest of the day,” he explains.
Dan gently grabs my hand that was trying to wipe off some of the precum that covered my cage and inner thighs, shaking his head. Instead, he grabs my underwear and trousers and pulls them up. Then he buttons and zips them.
“I think it’s better if you stay wet. I’m sure it won’t transfer to your trousers… I just want you to remember how much of a hopeless slut you’ve become,” he says, going in for a peck on my cheek.
“So, I’ll be back at around 5:30pm then?” I ask, still a little flustered.
Dan looks at me with a puzzled expression. He was expecting me to continue with our usual sexual banter. Instead, I smooth out my shirt, grab my rucksack, and kiss him.
“Love you,” I say, instead of my usual “Bye!”
I don’t turn back as I leave, but I have a good feeling Dan stood petrified where I left him, at least for a few seconds.
When I get to the shop, the door’s already locked, so I have to knock. I see Dan coming to get me.
“So punctual,” he says, looking around. He sounds slightly off. Almost… nervous? My exit line from earlier was meant to shut him up, but now I’m wondering if it shook me a little too much.
“Oh, are you still waiting for the delivery?” I ask, looking around to estimate how much heavy lifting we’ll have to endure.
“Nah, I already started, go upstairs, I’ll be up in a sec,” he says, disappearing into the back room. I drop my rucksack next to the counter and make my way up. However, once I get there, there are no boxes of books like I was expecting; instead, the benches where I usually came to read had been moved to the side, replaced by a big duvet, a throw blanket and two pillows. The coffee table is overflowing with food, from appetizers – crackers, cheese, salami – to more substantial sandwiches and salads.
Dan joins me upstairs. He’s holding a tray with drinks and ice.
“I thought we deserved a date night,” he says, putting down the tray next to the food.
“You… did this?”
“It’s just a little picnic. I thought it would be a little more romantic here, where we met, you know?”
“So I gather there is no delivery coming…? Who’s going to eat all this food!” I laugh, a little taken aback by the spread.
“I know… I might've got a bit carried away,” he says taking his shoes off, and sitting down on the duvet. He pats the spot next to him, inviting me to join him, so I take my jacket off and settle down, with a pillow behind my back.
“So, there’s a few things I wanted to discuss,” he announces, getting a glass from the tray he just carried upstairs and handing me a colourless fizzy drink, which I assume is a gin and tonic.
“Are you about to propose to me?” I joke, taking a sip of the drink. “Because I am still quite young and probably not ready for that sort of commitment. I’ve still got my whole life ahead of me, I hope you know that.”
“Oh, piss off,” he says, tutting and pushing me away with his shoulder.
“Sorry, sorry, you were saying…?”
“Well, there’s a couple of things,” he says, reaching into his shirt pocket. A set of keys jingle in his hand. He hands them to me.
“I made you a copy – keys to my flat. You spend a lot of time there now, and I’m always here. No need to keep sharing the same set.”
I’m a little speechless. I hesitantly hold out my hand.
“Th-thank you,” I say, tucking them into my own pocket.
“And now to my second gift: an engagement ring,” he says, trying to get a reaction out of me, and, frankly, almost managing to. He reaches into his shirt pocket again, taking out another set of keys, much smaller this time. I’m confused.
“You know I’m caged. You checked earlier.”
He shrugs. “It’s a special day, and I’m feeling generous,” he says, shifting over until he’s straddling me. He unbuckles my belt and lowers my trousers down to my knees. He inserts the key into the small lock and releases my dick from its restraints. The piece covering the shaft immediately comes off, strands of precum stretching from the inside. I put my drink down and help Dan take the ring part off.
For the first time in a long time, I get to see my dick out of its cage – not to shave, or to clean myself – but in front of Dan. I feel slightly ashamed by its size and instinctively cover it with my hands, looking at Dan for an explanation as to what his intentions are.
Instead, he grabs my wrists and pins them down the sides of my body, while he lowers himself down, until his face is on my crotch.
He takes my stiffening dick into his mouth all at once, making me gasp. My nervous system crashes, sensations heightened by the long period of sensory deprivation we’ve imposed on my dick. I want to cover my mouth, touch my nipples, grab Dan’s shoulders – anything to find relief from the sudden and unbearable attack on my senses, but Dan’s hands and body are not giving me a lot of room for movement. All I can do is shake my feet and wiggle my toes.
I shut my eyes, trying not to bust seconds after Dan has started blowing me, but then the feeling suddenly stops.
“I got in,” Dan says, smiling up at me. “They accepted my application. I am starting the course in October.”
“What? And you are just telling me now? How long hav—”
Dan starts blowing me again, with even more passion now, sucking on my foreskin, going down my shaft, and back to licking the tip. His grip is still as strong, and I can hear him chuckle as I squirm underneath him. Then he stops again.
“Got the news yesterday. Knew you’d make a massive fuss… Thought this might keep you in check.”
And before I can utter a word, he starts licking my balls. Eventually he moves downward, pressing his tongue on my taint. I let out a gasp of pleasure: I’m not even fully hard and I feel like I’m about to cum.
I want to grab Dan’s head and push my dick inside, shoot in his mouth. The thought of a real orgasm – not a denied or handsfree one – is sending jolts of electricity through my brain. When is the last time Dan let me cum like this? When was the last time I decided to cum like this? I can’t even remember.
And then. It stops. Dan releases me from his inescapable grip, lifts himself up and gives me a long kiss – passionate, but without the usual sexual rush that accompanies our make-out sessions.
He lies down again, spooning me as I curl up, still a little shaky, on the duvet. His arms envelop me from behind. I even forget I’m half-clothed half-naked, my trousers down to my ankles, as I melt in Dan’s chest.
“I guess I wanted to say thanks,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ve really pushed me to improve this year.”
I try to interrupt, but he doesn’t let me. “I know you’re going to be modest and say you didn’t do anything, and I did it all on my own… But you care about other people, buddy, and not everybody cares about other people.”
We both pause for a few seconds.
“Now… In a second, I’m going to stop with this cheesy shite, take your plug out and fuck you senseless, while I wank you off. How does that sound?”
I nod eagerly without saying a word.
“Thought so,” he says, reaching down and pulling out my butt plug, which puts up no resistance at all. As soon as it’s out, I can feel Dan’s warm load from earlier in the day leaking out.
“I’m glad we’ve already prepped your hole with that quickie,” Dan says, fiddling with his trousers for a second and sliding his already hard cock inside me. He shoves it in deep and fast, without even giving me the chance to catch my breath, making me moan with pleasure. In the same way that one applies pressure and rubs the skin to relieve the discomfort after ripping off a plaster, Dan hugs me tightly and nuzzles the side of my neck to calm me down. His beard tickles me and makes my hole clench down on his cock.
“There you go,” he whispers. “Good job, buddy… Now, I need you to listen to me here. I’m already a little worked up by the idea that you had this load inside you all day, so it won’t take me long to get off. As a gesture of gratitude, I’m going to let you have a glorious orgasm. No denial, no cage. However, you are absolutely not allowed to cum until I tell you to. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Good.”
He starts thrusting and his pace picks up almost immediately. He reaches down to my dick, wrapping two fingers around the now softer shaft.
“Did you like having my load inside you at work?” he grunts in my ear.
I have lost my ability to speak. All I can think of is the pleasure I’m getting both from Dan’s cock pressing knocking on my second hole, and from Dan’s large hand enveloping my dick, pulling my foreskin back and forth.
“Now that you’ve got keys to my flat, I’m always going to have you prepped and ready to be filled up at the end of the workday, I can’t wait.”
I shut my eyes and open my mouth to engage in the dirty talk, as I usually would, but instead all I can muster up is a loud and unusually high-pitched moan. I cover my mouth, repressing any subsequent ones and desperately trying not to cum.
“I’m getting close, buddy,” Dan mutters as he relentlessly fucks my hole. “Are you excited to finally have a real orgasm? Just like the ones Daddy has when he breeds you?”
Without opening my eyes, I just nod. My body writhing in ecstasy, my ears ringing, my limbs starting to go numb.
“Cum for Daddy, buddy! Cum for me now!”
Dan’s thrusts get more powerful, syncing with his orgasm, pumping hot spurts of cum inside me with each muscle contraction. His hand doesn’t stop, and my dick starts squirting and oozing copious amounts of juices on the duvet. I feel pins and needles all over my body: Dan is fulfilling the promise of fucking me senseless, with my body going into full sensory chaos. I’m not actually sure how long my orgasm lasts, I’m not even sure if Dan is… speaking? Moving? Kissing my neck?
I lie there, vision blurred and brain foggy, enjoying orgasm bliss, free of any restraints and safe in Dan’s presence. All these weeks and months of denial and discipline, of handsfree orgasms and wet dreams, seem to have had the desired effect. A spent and satisfied bottom, in the arms of his sweet and dominant top.
Coming back to reality feels like waking up from a dream. I first regain awareness of Dan behind me, who is still spooning me. His cock has slipped out of my hole and cum is dribbling out of it, down my right buttock and inner thigh, and onto the duvet.
Then I start to regain control of my limbs. I stir a little, then roll onto my back. Dan is still on his side, now looking down at me.
“So…” I start, a bit out of breath. “Congratulations are in order.”
“So it seems,” Dan says, with his signature smirk.
“Congratulations. Really. You are going to be great at it. And you are really going enjoy the process, too…” I pause. “I should also say… I finished my manuscript. So, thank you for all the help.”
Dan raises his eyebrows, surprised. He leans down and kisses me, as if unable to contain his joy. It’s a long, genuine kiss that betrays his usual wry attitude. This intimate moment fills me with new energy. I refocus my mind to our earlier conversation, to our growing relationship, and I feel optimistic.
“See? I can also get a reaction out of you when I want to. The kiss was a bit over the top, though. Rein it in, Daddy,” I say, jokingly patting Dan’s chest.
“You’re turning into a bratty one, you know?”
“I guess Daddy’s got his work cut out for him, then.”
I snuggle closer to him, wrapping my arm around his torso and closing my eyes, as he hugs me back.
– END OF CHAPTER 12 –
And that’s it, Book One of The Bookshop Owner concludes here. I started writing this story with a rough idea of where it was going, but without a clear plan. I have always been a fan of erotic fiction, so I wanted to have a go at writing my own. I didn’t expect these characters to interact and evolve in this way over 12 chapters, and I certainly didn’t expect to enjoy writing it as much as I did. I hope you’ve also enjoyed the story, despite the slow-ish publication pace and the limited time I can dedicate to writing erotica.
I have published a special epilogue for the Bookshop Owner, to promote the free e-book which you can download from my Bluesky page .
More stories are coming, of which some will probably be one-shots. I would like to continue the Bookshop Owner series, too, because I am intrigued by these characters, but I want to take some time to do more research and to flesh out the plot for the second arc. If there is anything you would like to see explored, in this series or as a standalone story, please get in touch.
