Richard sighed from his place on top of the covers, trying to enjoy the light breeze and focus on his book. The problem with that was he could still feel the plug in his ass. Sure, he knew that was sort of the point, but he just couldn't stop squirming. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel great either. It was just there. Lodged in his passage. Rubbing his walls. Stretching his rim. Teasing his perineum whenever he moved. His cock was only vaguely interested, giving the occasional half-hearted twitch. Part of him wanted to reach back and take it out just to be able to focus on his book, but the other part was curious to see how the day would go. So far, curiosity was winning.

Just when he was getting into his current page, his focus was broken by a gentle humming sensation, the sound buzzing in the quiet room. Are these things supposed to be this loud? It probably didn't matter with him being on his own, but wasn't the idea of these things to wear them in public? The thought of someone else hearing it made his cheeks flush. They'd probably politely stop him to tell him his phone was ringing or something. He could just imagine the look on Hank's face if something like that happened. He'd probably dial it up a notch just to make him blush more.

Hey, did it turn on? It was his phone. Setting his book aside, Richard picked it up to respond.

Yes. He wasn't sure what else to say besides that. Seconds later, the buzzing stopped. That was something of a relief. It was more distracting than just wearing the plug. Richard had barely set his phone aside and lifted his book than the plug went off again. His brow ticked as he lowered his book and grabbed his phone again.

How about now? Richard sighed as he typed out the same response, and the buzzing cut off. He waited a few moments, and just when he thought he was safe to start reading again, the plug buzzed to life. Now? Richard couldn't help wondering if he was doing this on purpose. He clearly is, but why? There was only one way to find out.

Yes. Why do you keep asking?

Testing the distance. I'm on my way to the sheep, so it'll probably cut out soon. Richard waited for the buzzing to stop and left his book to the side. If Hank was going to keep pressing the damned thing, he may as well wait for him to finish his testing. Now?

No, not this time. It seemed they'd found the limit, and since Hank was out in the field, that meant Richard would be free for a while. Returning to his book, Richard sighed and settled against the pillows. He almost dropped his book in surprise as the buzzing returned, and picked up his phone to find another message from Hank.

Good, I'll leave you like this for now. Have fun while I'm gone. Text me if you need anything. Richard gritted his teeth, tempted to tell him to shut the damned thing off, but this was all supposed to be part of the game. It wasn't so bad. As he set his book aside and closed his eyes, the buzzing was even sort of nice. Maybe even relaxing. He wasn't about to grab his cock or anything like that, but it was enough to send a few tingles across his skin. I'm getting a little hot...Unbuttoning his shirt, Richard shrugged it off his good shoulder, enjoying the breeze as it tickled his chest hair. He licked his lips, squirming as the buzzing continued. Maybe it did feel pretty good.

He wasn't sure how long it had been, but his cock had just started to take a proper interest when the buzzing stopped. His eyes snapped open, a sense of loss swirling in the pit of his stomach. It was just getting good! Richard sighed in frustration, reminding himself that it was all part of the game. The idea was for Hank to have control and tease him whenever he felt like it. It was his job to lie there and take it until he couldn't anymore. Fat chance! His cheeks flushed a little as his phone buzzed with another message.

How are you doing? Was that good?

It was alright. His insides twisted at the half-lie. It was a little better than alright, but he wasn't about to let Hank know so that he could leave him like that again. He outright gasped as the buzzing returned, only it was slightly stronger this time. The buzz was louder and deeper, and he swore he could actually sort of feel it rumbling in his passage this time. A small sound stuck in his throat as he pushed back into the pillows and bent his knees, rocking his ass on the sheets to grind the plug.

Maybe setting one is a little too soft. How's this? Richard was pretty sure Hank knew what he was doing, but how could he reply in a way that wouldn't give away how much it affected him? If you don't answer me, I'll turn it up more.

Don't you dare! A moan slipped out as Hank did just that. Setting three brought with it a new thrum that seemed to reach even deeper, just brushing the edge of something wonderful. Richard rocked his hips. He was so sure that if he nudged it just right, it would-He almost growled as the buzzing stopped completely.

Don't talk to me like that. Richard's cock twitched at the reproach in Hank's message. Fuck, that was actually sort of hot. Unsure what to do, Richard waited to see what Hank would say next. Are you alright? I just wanted to make sure it felt good. He warmed a little at that. Hank wanted it to be enjoyable. Tell me how you feel. How did he feel? Richard leaned back on the pillows with a sigh, looking out at the blue sky, following the path of the fluffy white clouds slowly drifting by.

Setting two made me feel a little more. His stomach churned with embarrassment as he sent the message, mouth falling open seconds later as setting two returned.

Oh? Feel how? He wasn't sure how to describe it. It seemed he'd paused a little too long as his phone buzzed again. Did it make you hard? Richard bit his lip and looked at the far wall. Should he really admit something like that? It was only Hank. It wasn't the first time he'd made him hard. This was a little different from usual though.

A little. That seemed like a sort of compromise. A small admission of interest. He whined as the buzzing increased, actively squirming and trying to press the feeling deeper. He almost didn't notice the buzz of his phone this time.

How about setting three?

It's doing something. Richard wasn't sure what else to say about it, but his answer certainly piqued Hank's interest as he asked for more details. Richard wasn't sure he'd ever felt so embarrassed as he tried to work out how to answer that. It sort of hits deeper. I can feel it in there, like it's hitting the edge of something good. The feeling soon hit him with clarity as the buzzing increased. The vibrations were hitting right against a sensitive spot, somewhere deep inside. He'd never felt anything like it, but it felt really fucking good, like a growing bud of pleasure knotting deep in his ass, but also sort of in his pelvis. His hips bucked, trying to chase the feeling.

Can you feel it more now?

Yes. He could almost imagine how Hank was smirking out there as he read his messages. Richard outright whined as the setting dropped all the way down to one, leaving him twitching and squirming.

Are you touching yourself? That hadn't actually occurred to him, but he recalled that being part of the game, too.

No.

Good. I haven't given you permission yet. Richard bit his lip at that. Maybe this game wasn't so bad after all. Now the buzzing had trailed off to something softer, his cock relaxed. Time seemed to crawl as Richard paused, staring at his phone and waiting for something to happen. Maybe he should say something first, but what? He almost cringed at the thought of simpering for Hank's attention. I'm heading to the pigsty. Do you want me to leave you on setting one or two? Richard bit his lip. That was quite a choice. He knew he could handle setting one, but what would it be like to be left on setting two? How long would Hank be gone?

Two.

Attaboy. Richard whined at the praise and closed his eyes as the thrum increased. Remember, no touching. Richard nodded before remembering Hank had no way of seeing him.

Alright. Settling against the pillow, Richard set his phone aside and closed his eyes again. Fuck, that was nice. His whole body felt warm and sort of tingly. His injured arm remained across his chest, throbbing occasionally if he squirmed too much on that side. If anything, the ache seemed to add to the sensitivity. His cock was filling out, and the creeping sensitivity made it more than a little tempting to touch himself. Surely a little relief wouldn't be that bad? But asking Hank was part of the game. He wasn't sure he was ready to go that far yet. Whining, he looped his free arm behind his head, resisting temptation.

How are you feeling? Is it good yet? That was a question he could answer without too much of an admission.

Yes.

Getting a little hot, hm? How did he know? Though, maybe it wasn't surprising. It was the middle of summer. His heart picked up a little as he considered his answer. He decided to go with something simple. Hank could read into it what he would.

Yes.

Still dressed? How much of that should he answer? To say yes would be a bit of a lie, considering he'd slipped his shirt most of the way off. He didn't say I couldn't get comfortable though, I'm just not supposed to touch...

I pulled my shirt off earlier.

Great, now take your pants off. Richard's cock twitched at the order.

Ok. Maybe it was a lame response, but what else was he supposed to say?

Maybe you should say Yes Sir when you talk to me. Was that supposed to be part of the game? It did sort of go with the whole giving orders thing, but it was a little embarrassing. But how will Hank react? It was sort of tempting, but he could feel his cheeks heating already at the prospect. Hank's earlier words return to him. It's just us. No one else knew about these messages. It's not like Hank was going to go around showing them off.

Yes Sir. He gasped as the buzzing ramped up to four, squirming and whining as it hit that spot. Within a few seconds, it dropped back to two, leaving him frustrated and wanting.

That's good, honey. Richard squirmed at the praise, breathing into his palm to steady himself from the aftershocks. Send me a picture when you're done. That made him a little more nervous, but he was pretty sure at this point that Hank wouldn't go sharing it around. With that in mind, he did his best to shuffle his pants down. It took a little wriggling with only one good arm, and he soon left his bottoms and pants in a pile around the chain at his feet. It seemed he'd waited a little too long and made Hank worry. You don't have to if you don't want to.

Richard smiled at that as he relaxed against the pillows, bending his knees and parting his thighs as he got the camera ready. His cock was hard now, droplets barely beading at the tip as it twitched and swayed in the breeze. The air actually felt pretty good on his balls at this angle. Richard sent the picture, spine arching moments later as he got another buzz at level four. Gripping his cock had never been so tempting as he ground the mattress and gripped the pillow above his head. Would it be alright to touch a little? Maybe just his chest? That would break the rules of the game though.

Fuck, you look hot. His cheeks burned at the outrageous lie, making him squirm as the buzz dialled down again. You look pretty hard. Do you feel like you need to touch yourself yet? Richard balked. Now he'd been asked, he wasn't sure what to say. Was agreeing an admission of weakness? He'd said he wouldn't beg! He whined as the buzz increased to level three. It was that annoying buzz that was just on the edge of being so good. Gripping his cock would probably get him there. Answer me, Richie. Do you want to touch yourself?

Yes Sir. Fuck, he couldn't take it! The buzz dialled up in reward before tapering off to level two again, leaving him whining in protest. It was almost like Hank knew. He could just imagine the deep rumbling chuckle he'd let out if he saw him.

You can touch your chest. Go ahead and stroke...Just circle your thumb over those little buds. Richard whined as he did as he was told, biting his lip at the little tingles that caused. It was frustrating, only having one hand. He could only touch one at a time, and if he wanted to reply to Hank, he had to stop altogether. Are you doing it? Fuck, stopping was annoying.

Yes Sir. The level stayed at two, but the addition of teasing his nipples was nice.

That's good honey. Now pinch and roll them. Richard cursed as he did as he was told, noting a definite increase in those little tingles. With the summer heat and increased blood flow, his back was starting to stick to the sheets. He was getting flushed and clammy, squirming and panting as the thrum in his ass continued. It was hard not to be impatient, being left alone, waiting for a response. He was tempted to message back and ask what was next, especially as his phone remained dark and silent. It occurred to him, as he looked down at his dripping cock, that this was what Hank wanted. He wanted him to squirm and be impatient. Determined not to let on how affected he was, Richard deepened his breaths and closed his eyes, focusing instead on the breeze from the open window as it caressed his naked skin. How are you doing?

Alright. A little hot. His house didn't have proper air conditioning, just freestanding fans downstairs. His bedroom was a little stuffy, even with the window open, but he was usually out and about during the day.

Getting frustrated? Yes. That would be the honest answer, but Richard was unwilling to admit something that would put him at Hank's mercy like that. Not that he wasn't at his mercy anyway, but admitting it like that was embarrassing.

Not really. That was less of a lie than denying altogether. It seemed Hank saw through it, too. Richard whined and tossed his head as the thrums dialled up to what felt like a five or six. A deep, rumbling hum that made his insides tremble, especially that little bud that had only been lightly teased before. His ass ground the sheets as he pinched his nipples, cock swaying in the breeze and tapping his pelvis with each squirm and thrust.

Oh, really? Maybe I should try harder. Richard felt his cheeks heat as he read the message, the buzzing now back to level two. A sense of mild dread settled in Richard's stomach as he stared at the phone, waiting for whatever was coming next.

Alright, maybe I'm a little frustrated. The level dialled up to three for a while before calming again, making Richard look at his cock with a sense of longing. He could just pump it a little. Hank wouldn't know. It wasn't like he was on camera. But that's not part of the game. Richard was many things, but he liked to think he didn't need to stoop to cheating.

See? That wasn't so hard. See what you get when you're honest? Richard clicked his tongue softly. He wasn't that dishonest! It was a half-lie at best! I'm going to be out of range for a while. Do you want it on level one or should I give you a break? He was going to leave him after all that? Are you fucking kidding me? Or if you think you can resist touching yourself, I could leave you on level two? He was really going to leave him like this?

Or you could finish playing with me first. He could almost hear Hank's chuckle in his response.

This is supposed to keep you distracted all day! Don't want to get carried away too quickly. We've barely been at it for two hours. Richard blinked at that.

Two hours? It felt ten times longer than that! It must have been at least five! But looking at the clock confirmed it. Hank hadn't left the house until after six, and it was barely eight-thirty now. Richard whined softly, thudding his head on the pillows.

I'll turn it off for a while. Wouldn't want to burn you out too quickly. Maybe that was for the best, but as the vibrations stopped, Richard's frustration increased. Now he was left with nothing but a hard, dripping cock and sweaty skin. That was worse, and he couldn't even shower without help. He'd definitely be asking Hank to help with that later. It was the least he could do, considering the sweaty mess was his fault. Maybe he'd have him change the sheets, too. Fuck, if he had his way at the end of the day, he'd need to! No touching, remember.

Yes Sir. Richard almost glared at his cock before picking up his book and putting it out of his mind. He wasn't going to cheat, and without further stimulation, it would deflate on its own. Eventually...Maybe he should have asked Hank to leave it on. Setting one probably wouldn't have been so bad. He'd been on setting two for quite a while already. What's the worst that could happen? Now he was just unsatisfied. It seemed to take a lot longer this time before the buzz returned, jolting him out of his book with a gasp and making his limp cock twitch.

I'm back. Did you miss me? Richard almost glared at his phone as he squirmed, thoroughly assaulted by the sudden barrage of level four. His skin tingled, cold prickles running up and down his arms. That deep spot was thoroughly abused as he squirmed, free hand automatically returning to his solid nipples. I'll leave you on level two while I clean out my coop. Fuck, it was almost cruel to leave him like this. Asking for more was always an option, but like hell he was about to go begging for attention.

That pleasant hum returned, settling over him in a pleasurable haze as he stared at the sky with lidded eyes. His cock was quick to revive this time, swaying eagerly as a teasing reminder of what he couldn't have. The thought crossed his mind, of course. A light stroke wouldn't hurt. A brief touch. However, Richard was stubborn as he buried his feet in the duvet. He wasn't going to break the rules, and he wasn't going to beg. What the-He whined softly, squirming and writhing as a new rhythm set in. It seemed Hank had changed the vibration setting. It started at a light hum that he could barely feel before rising to a crescendo that made his thighs quiver. O-oh fuck...It wasn't so bad to start with, but there was a definite buildup as time wore on, increasing the pleasure swirling in his gut.

How's the new setting? Richard glared at his phone. Hank damned well know how it was! Tell me.

It's like a wave of vibrations from low to high.

That's not what I meant. Do you like it? Richard whined as his whole stomach thrummed. If Hank wasn't careful, he was going to spill. But does he know that? How would he unless he was told? It wasn't like there were cameras.

It's more intense. That was about as much of an admission as he was willing to make.

How so?

I think I might come. The vibrations eased off to level one, leaving Richard whining and frustrated.

Now-now, Richie. I'm the one who says when you can come, remember? How could he forget? Why don't you stroke that little cock of yours? Just stroking mind. No gripping. Richard openly whined at the permission. Leaving his now sore nipples, he stroked lower, fingering through the soft hair on his chest and abs before lightly petting his twitching cock. He bit his lip, fighting the urge to close his hand. He wasn't supposed to grip. It was almost cruel when his phone buzzed and he had to stop. Does it feel good?

Yes Sir. Unsure what to do, Richard kept his phone ready for the next message. It seemed pointless to put it down just to stop what he was doing and pick it up moments later.

Good. Keep doing that.

Anything else? Richard was getting more than a little frustrated with this constant back and forth.

What do you mean? Now it seemed like Hank was worried. Sighing, Richard shuffled higher on the pillows to type back.

It's just a little hard to do stuff when I have to stop and type out replies every few seconds. It took barely more than five seconds for his phone to start buzzing with an incoming call. Really? He's calling now? He didn't feel ready for this. This was even more embarrassing than the texting. But it is easier than all the texting. Hitting answer, he set the phone to speaker and put it on the pillow by his head.

"If you wanted to hear my voice, you could have just said so," Hank teased on the other end. The clucking in the background was enough to tell Richard he was still in the coop, along with a lot of crunching and scraping as he worked on cleaning up the old bedding.

"T-that's not it! I only have one arm right now!" He bit his lip at the sound of Hank's deep chuckle on the other end.

"It's alright to admit it, Richie. I know you have a voice kink." I do not have a voice kink! He would have said it too, if Hank hadn't continued. "I bet you've been thinking about it all morning, haven't you? Getting me to say it out loud." Maybe he'd imagined how he might chuckle and grumble, but he hadn't planned on calling. "Now you have my attention, why don't you go ahead and pick up where you left off? Pet that pretty cock for me." There was something incredibly hot about the almost degrading why Hank described it. Richard cursed under his breath as he did as he was told, keeping his hand open and lightly petting his twitching cock. "Describe it to me...How does it feel?" Richard cringed inwardly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"U-uh-I-um..." Hank's deep chuckle rumbled by his ear, making him whine softly.

"Come on, Richie. It's just us here...Does it feel good?" Richard licked his lips as he thought it over.

"I-it's...It's not bad, but...I-I guess it's not enough?" His voice lifted at the end like it was a question, making Hank hum softly. "Petting doesn't do much." Except adding to his frustration. It seemed Hank picked up a little of the second part in his tone.

"How hard are you? Are you dripping, Richie?" A small gasp slipped out at the question as Richard continued petting, stroking back and forth along the underside of his cock. Fuck, it was so tempting to just close his hand around it and-

"I-I'm hard..." He wasn't ready to admit the second part. His cheeks felt so hot he swore they must be red.

"Alright, Richie. You've been a good boy, so I'm going to let you close your hand. No gripping mind. Just lightly hold it." Richard whined as he obeyed, teeth biting his lip as his cock throbbed. "That's it...Now run your thumb over the tip." Forgetting himself, Richard openly moaned as he did as he was told. "Is that good, honey?"

"Yes, Sir." The answer was almost natural as it slipped out. Hank chuckled softly on the other end; the sound of work stopped.

"You want more?" Richard whined softly, pressing his thumb harder and spreading the pearly droplets around his sensitive glans. Fuck, it felt so good. "Hmm?"

"Y-yes."

"Beg me." Richard moaned softly, glaring at the phone and thinning his lips. That was exactly what he'd said he wouldn't do! Why should he beg? He didn't even have to play this stupid game! "Still not there yet?" Richard outright moaned as the vibrations increased to level three, leaving that delicious sensation just out of reach. Fuck, it would be so good. "How about it? All you need to do is say one little word, Richie..." Fuck, it was tempting. Richard whined softly, cock throbbing at the thought of what might happen if he gave in.

"Fuck, please!" Hank chuckled softly, clearly pleased with himself.

"Attaboy, Richie...Now grip your cock and stroke it nice and slow." Richard cursed inwardly as he did as he was told, letting out a shuddering breath and squirming on the damp sheets. "Does it feel good? Come on, let me hear you." Richard moaned louder at that, closing his eyes and tightening his grip. Hank had said to keep it slow, so that's what he did. It was nowhere near enough. His breath shuddered as the buzz in his passage increased again, still following that rise and fall that was driving him crazy.

"I-it feels good." A little mewl slipped out as he heard Hank curse on the other end. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he swore he was panting. Fuck, he could just imagine him out there now. Unable to focus, he'd set his work aside and moved to a discreet spot where he could pull his cock out. Unlike Richard, who had to wait, Hank would give himself fast, firm pumps as he growled into his phone.

"Oh yeah? How good?" Richard whined. Couldn't he hear? Did he have to make him say it?

"R-really good...H-Henry!" Hank almost growled at the sound, which made Richard moan louder in response. Hank's breaths had picked up. He wasn't even bothering to hide it as he cursed and grumbled.

"You ready, honey? You want to come for me?" Richard shuddered at the questions. He'd gone too far to play coy now. Hank could hear each pant and whine that slipped out.

"Y-yes...P-please, I want to come, please!" He'd never felt more embarrassed than he did as Hank laughed.

"Not yet." That was cruel. Richard mewled in protest, biting his lip and easing his grip a little. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about the continuous buzzing in his passage, still rising and falling in an endless cycle, building him up more and more. He wouldn't have a choice about coming soon. "Pick up the speed. Work that cock good and hard for me." Richard moaned as he did as he was told, greedily rocking his hips. The added pressure on his shoulder made him wince, but at this point, the pain was just adding to the pleasure.

"H-Henry, I-I need-I don't think I can hold it!" That coil of pleasure was tightening in his pelvis, making his cock throb and drip even more. Thumbing the tip, he let out another helpless moan. "P-please!" His fist tightened, waiting for a signal from Hank. Holding back was painful. It would be even worse if Hank made him cut it off completely.

"Fuck, alright. Let me hear you come for me."

"H-Henry!" Richard worked his fist harder, rocking and squirming his ass on the mattress as that persistent buzzing continued. When he came, it was hard and fast. He made sure to spill on his thighs, unwilling to risk staining his sling, which was unpleasantly clammy across his chest. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The knot of pleasure thrumming in his passage was somehow disconnected from the release from his cock. It was almost like coming in two different places at around the same time. His whole body shuddered uncontrollably, drawing the pleasure out for what seemed like a full minute. Even after that the rolling buzz in his passage didn't let up, still teasing the sensitive bud buried deep inside. "O-off! Turn it off!" Now that he'd come, it was too much.

"Are you alright Richie?"

"Yeah, just...sensitive...And gross." He wanted a shower, but he wouldn't be able to do that alone. He'd need help so he didn't jostle his arm taking the sling off and cleaning. On the other end, Hank chuckled softly, though he still sounded a little breathless.

"Sit tight. I'll be back across for lunch soon." Richard's cheeks heated a little at that as he sat up and reached for some tissues. He certainly wasn't going to sit there covered in his own release until he came back.

"Sure, see you soon." Maybe he could actually get in a few pages of his book without interruption this time.