My phone gave two short buzzes. I stopped typing. My eyes locked onto my phone, lying face down between my computer and coffee mug. I knew those two buzzes. For the past few weeks, I had been messaging a man I had met on a meetup app. We hadn't exchanged names, nor had we ever seen each other's faces. But since last week, he's been my virtual dom.
What I knew about him was limited. I knew he was married, like me, to a woman, like me. I knew he was older than me. I didn't know how old but I figured he was about mid-forties while I was thirty. I knew he was hispanic, tall, and husky. I also knew he had a thick seven inch cock. That was the part of him I was most familiar with. Often during our late-night chat sessions, he'd tell me to take my clothes off and only allowed me to touch myself to pictures of his cock.
I looked around. From inside my cubicle, I couldn't really see or be seen by many people. Hank, the guy in the cubicle across from mine, sat with his back to me. The opening of the cube was to my left, not behind me, so it was easy for me to be on my phone without passersby seeing the screen. Still, my fingers trembled with nervousness as I flipped my phone over. The screen turned on, showing a notification from the meetup app. My heart leapt into my throat, a mixture of nerves and excitement. He had never messaged me this early.
"Morning boy," the message read. He only called me boy.
"Good morning, sir," I responded. I only called him sir.
I replaced my phone on the desktop, my heart pounding. I wasn't sure what he was going to say. We usually messaged back and forth at night, after our wives went to bed. Our conversations consisted of mostly dirty talk and him telling me to pose for pictures for him. The phone buzzed twice again. I instantly picked it up and checked.
"What are you up to, boy?"
"Just at work, sir."
I glanced around again. Hank was still hunched over his computer, typing away. Someone passed by, carrying a steaming coffee cup. I smiled and nodded as we made eye contact, but they did not seem to care, returning my gesture with a meaningless smile and head nod. I tried to return to my work, but my heart and mind were both racing at a million miles an hour. My eyes kept sliding from my computer screen to my dark cellphone screen. Another two buzzes. The phone was in my hand almost instantly.
"What kind of work do you do?"
I stared at the message for a few moments. This was a very different type of message than what we usually sent back and forth. Our interactions had been solely limited to him bossing me around and me complying. Sometimes it was just plain dirty talk. He had never shown an interest in my life outside of our interactions, and I hadn't either. My brow furrowed. This was supposed to be a casual fling. I hoped he wasn't trying to take our relationship further.
"Just office work," I decided to reply. I nodded to myself. Truthful, but vague. Hopefully it was boring enough to where he didn't press the issue. The phone buzzed twice once more.
"You wearing slacks?" My heart skipped a beat. This seemed more inline with what we usually talked about.
"Yes, sir," I responded, "Business casual." I hadn't even put my phone down before I felt the two buzzes in my hand.
"Show me your bulge."
My heart beat faster and my cock felt a thrill of excitement. I loved it when he bossed me around. I loved the feeling of powerlessness it brought me. But to do it at work? He was expecting me to stop whatever I was doing and take a picture of my cock through my pants. I knew I should probably be annoyed, but for some reason this thrilled me even more.
I glanced around again. No one was nearby or looking my way. I slowly turned my swivel chair around to where my back was facing the entrance to my cube. I brought up my phone's camera and paused to think about how best to do this. I eventually decided to frame my package with my hand, pressing my slacks down to better show the curve of my cock. I snapped the picture and inspected it. You couldn't make out the shaft or anything, but it was definitely a picture of someone's cock and balls through their pants. My heart beating excitedly, I sent him the picture. After a moment, two more buzzes.
"Good boy."
At this, I felt a familiar feeling in my chest and my dick. I loved it when he called me a good boy. I would do almost anything to see him say it.
"Thank you, sir."
I replaced the phone on my desk and, heart still beating in my ears, attempted to return to my work. As I typed away, I thought about the picture. It wasn't much, but it was definitely the dirtiest thing I had probably ever done. I, a married man, had sent another married man a picture of my package after he commanded me too. I felt myself getting hard as I thought about how much control he had over me.The phone, to my surprise, buzzed twice.
"Whip it out and show me."
A few moments passed before I really gathered my senses. Whip it out? My cock? At work? He wants me to take my dick out right now? My fingers trembling, I typed a small reply.
"Right now, sir?" Almost immediately he responded.
"Don't make me ask twice, boy."
"Can I find somewhere private a little later, sir?"
"Now, boy."
I sat in silence, my phone in my shaking hands. I had never done anything like take my dick out at work before. I looked around my cube. I supposed I could, if I did it fast. When I sat, the walls blocked the view from all the sides. The entranceway was open, of course, but I could always turn my back to it like I had a moment ago. Oh fuck, but what if someone sees me? I could get fired. Oh fuck, but what if I do it? What if I let this dom command me to take my dick out in public? The final question was answered by another rush of pleasure from my cock. I wanted to do what he said. I wanted him to call me a good boy.
Once more, I slowly turned my back to the entrance to my cube. I checked to make sure Hank didn't look like he was going to turn around any time soon. I saw him pick up his office phone and start dialing. I looked back at my own crotch. My hands still shaking, I slowly unbuckled my belt.
