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.
I moved slowly to keep my belt buckle from tinkling. I quietly unbuttoned my slacks and lowered the zipper. I paused, listening to my surroundings. I heard nothing but the chatter of my coworkers, the typing of keys, and the low hum of the fluorescent lights. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I reached into my boxer briefs and whipped my semi-erect cock out. It flopped out into my lap, met by the cool air conditioned air of the office.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, my cock was out in the office. The thrill of it all made it start growing even more. I lifted my phone, camera open, and snapped a picture of my growing erection. As I inspected my work, I heard a soft knock behind me. My heart fell into my stomach.
I whirled around and saw Veronica standing there, peeking into my cube. I could feel my eyes widen. Veronica was the hottest girl in the office by a wide margin. She was slender, pale skinned, and had wide hips. She wore her long, wavy blonde hair down. She wore a tight dress that left little to the imagination and had a neckline so low you could see quite a bit of her cleavage.
"Hey," she said, smiling, "Got a second?"
She wasn't running and screaming, so she hadn't noticed anything. Trembling, I turned my chair around, keeping my lap firmly under my desk. I felt my hard cock rub against the underside as a reminder of what was happening.
"Yeah, of course," I said, waving her over. She smiled again and walked over. She stood next to my chair, seemingly towering over me. I struggled to keep a straight face as my erection grew. Her tits really were amazing.
"I just had a question about the quarter-end reports?" she said. She looked at my computer screen and her eyes lit up. To my horror, she put one arm on the desk and bent low, leaning in close to me as she pointed to the screen.
"Yes, these!" she said, "I had a question about the first 23 rows, I was just noticing..."
As she went on, I tried my absolute best to try and focus on what she was saying. She leaned close, pushing her perfect tits inches from my face. I glanced at them, realizing I could see down her dress quite a bit. My erection throbbed against the underside of my desk. WIthout moving too much, I tried to explain the solution to her problem as quickly as I could.
"Oh, duh, of course!" she said, once I had finished, "So obvious! OK, I'll make those changes and then shoot you an email later? Thanks so much!" She straightened, her awesome tits at last leaving my peripheral vision. She reached out and squeezed my shoulder as she said thanks. I was surprised my cock didn't make a loud noise knocking against the desk when she did this. She turned and left my cube, my eyes glued to her swaying ass as she left.
As soon as she was gone, I spun back around and frantically stuffed my erection back into my pants. I fumbled to close my slacks and buckle my belt as quietly as I could. Once everything was put back together, I turned back around and sighed quietly. I grabbed my phone, which was facedown on the desktop.
The picture of my cock was still there. I had never locked the screen. Had I put my phone down the opposite direction, Veronica would have one hundred percent seen what was on it. My heart was beating so hard and so fast I thought it would burst from my chest. With my hands still shaking, I sent the picture.
A few minutes passed. I tried to focus on my work, but the lack of response bothered me. I supposed that since I had taken a long time to send my picture, he had moved onto other things. As soon as the thought entered my mind, the phone buzzed twice.
"Good boy."
My heart sang. My cock swelled even more. It was all worth it for that. I made a mental note to jerk off to this later. As I put my phone down, I was surprised again when the phone buzzed two more times.
