It’d only been twenty minutes and his nipples were starting to hurt. He was whimpering like a desperate little bitch, tugging on his tits like his life depended on it. His boydick was straining against its cage. Since he hadn’t ejaculated in over a month, he was spurting jets of precum into his tights every couple minutes. A few people had walked past the car and shot him dirty looks. He felt so embarrassed… so ashamed… but he was loving every second of it.
At the forty minute mark his pussy started to spasm, clenching and unclenching around the huge butt plug stuffed deep inside him. His whimpers turned into full-throated moans. He was gyrating on the car seat, barely able to control his body anymore. For a second he considered taking a break to give his poor nipples some relief. But he knew his master wouldn’t be happy about that. Last week he had to take master’s dogs for a walk barefoot, wearing only a speedo. The next punishment would be worse, much more humiliating.
After one whole hour had passed, his moans became lower and quieter. He was exhausted. His mind was starting to go numb. Obviously, he’d learnt to keep his brain pretty much blank most of the time, but this was something entirely different. He didn’t even feel fully conscious. He was dissociating from his surroundings, just staring dead-eyed at the dashboard. His mouth was slightly open, jaw slack, and he started drooling.
The next hour passed quickly. Well sort of, he wasn’t really aware of the passage of time. When his master opened the car door and sat down in the passenger seat, he turned to him slowly, still twisting his nipples. “Am I allowed to stop now daddy?” he asked with puppy dog eyes. His master smiled and nodded, reaching over to touch his boy’s wet crotch. “Wow baby, you did so well! Hmm… you really soaked the car seat though. Just sit in it for now, but when we get home you’ll have to lick up your mess.”
