"Package for you, Harper" Ted stood up in his cubicle, but Brian just waved one muscular arm towards the reception area and walked off.
The salesmen weren't very pally with him or the other accountants--sales guys were all jock types, funny and charming, and they didn't have a lot of energy for the numbers-crunchers.
When they weren't selling insurance, they were playing grab-ass with the receptionists, who never seemed to squeal or giggle when Ted or Mort, the other accountant came by.
But that didn't matter. Tonight was a special night for him! Ted walked down the hall after thanking Brian, the sales rep, swaggering off in his rugby jacket.
Brian who had already forgotten poor Ted's existence.
Ted was still on cloud nine. Tonight was his night for release!
Ted passed Shauna, one of the secretaries and she was talking on a cell phone and playing with one of her amber curls abstractedly. Her chest heaved in the lacy blouse as she went on about an obnoxious shoe price at Hechts.
She brushed Ted and his cock swelled against the harsh steel. Ooh that hurt. Whenever Ted passed a cute young girl, his poor dick went through this, and Celeste had actually ordered him a smaller one after they'd wed.
"Teddy, I just have this jealous streak." she'd told the downcast Ted after having him view a "Dr. Fellatio" porn tape to see if his erection could swell successfully in the belt, and of course it couldn't.
But tonight he was going to take that belt off and get some needed relief.
Celeste was going to take Ted's chastity belt off, and let him jerk off.
Celeste was the one factor in Ted's life that did make the sales guys respect him a little--when she pulled up in Ted's little red convertible, and he jumped in, a lot of the guys were amazed at what Ted had going for him, that he'd snagged such a hot wife.
They apparently thought he was having a fabulous sex life, and Ted wouldn't let anyone think any differently, though the closest his dick had come to Celeste was rubbing against her shoe now and then when she was feeling affectionate on his release date.
She'd never even touched his bare dick with her hand, though she'd squeezed him occasionally through his pants---and it had been three years of living together, five months of them married.
Ted's dick was so constricted after a month--hours and hours and days and days---thirty days of the poor little worm trying to stretch out into a full erection in a tube much too small for it--and it was always painful.
Celeste even encouraged Ted to pursue some of his old habits of porn films and jerk-books...and all his tease/denial websites...but it was too much torture in the vicious little metal prison.
Ted had given all that stuff up, just so his penis wouldn't get nasty rashes from scraping the sides of the damn chastity tube.
The managing partner's seventeen year old daughter passed Ted in the hall, she was working there this summer, but didn't have to wear office stuff...so spoiled.
Look at her in her sloppy cut-offs and belly shirt how can she be so informal...oooh, it's happening again, Ted's dick was attempting futiley to ream through the Iron Maiden between his legs,but it was no use.
That was the one thing Ted couldn't avoid being stimulated by...the girls out in the world, and Celeste in his own house...oh the agony!
Ted nodded at the bike courier carelessly, and took the package and signed his name on the proffered manifest.
"Mr. Harper." the courier touched his arm," I am supposed to pick this item up again in thirty minutes...it has to be given back, sir."
Ted looked up irritatedly at the courier, who seemed to be smirking at him.
"Yeah...that's fine." These bike couriers are such a pain, Ted thought. His younger brother had dropped out of college for a year to skid around the streets with those stupid packages.
Ted's folks had jumped all over Sandy, asking him why he couldn't be more like Ted, who never let his hair grow beyond his ears, and had only had one B on a report card in his life.
Sandy had only had one B on his report card also, but for different, upsetting reasons.
Sandy had always been a D student, since kindergarten, but he'd had a ball with the girls--driving around in an old jalopy with two or three of them laughing.
This while Ted, a year ahead of his brother and debate captain and Senior Class President, smiled shyly at cheerleaders as they carefully walked around him and his trig books on their way to practice.
