Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he gripped the table, his hips shifting involuntarily.
Across the building, Damien was in a developers' meeting, discussing code updates, when his plug buzzed to life. The vibrations hit his prostate like electric shocks, and the nipple clamps dug in, making him whimper under his breath. He shifted in his seat, his face flushing as he tried to focus, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Everything okay, Damien?" a colleague asked, and he nodded curtly, his voice strained. "Yeah, just... a cramp."