Preston took out his phone to to call in sick when his phone dinged. He frowned at the notification of a text from his arrogant coworker Malcolm. The guy was an asshole who kept calling Preston by an unfortunate nickname that stuck when he saw his work account login username. It was made from the starting three letters of his first and last name. He had begged IT to change it but they said it was company policy. They thankfully gave him an email alias for external clients at least.
Preston opened the text.
[You better get here quick Prejac. The boss doesn’t look happy. 🤣]
He was sure Malcolm had sent the text more to taunt him than out of any actual concern. However Preston’s performance metrics had been slipping lately and he knew if he took a day off there was a good chance he could be fired.
Preston gulped and checked the time. Having jumped off the bus a stop early, he’d definitely be late for the third time this week. However he knew he had no choice and started jogging. Preston would have to get to work quickly and figure out how to remove the ring from there.
Luckily there weren’t too many people on the streets on the way and he didn’t overhear anyone say the cursed word near him. Fifteen minutes later and out of breath he made it to the front doors of Nobiscum Industries. He scanned his ID card and was greeted by the security guard.
“Morning Preston, running late again?”
“Ah yea sorry Gordon I’m in a bit of a hurry today.”
“No Problem. Did you spill some porridge on your pants or something?”
“What?” Preston looked down. The cum had finally started to soak through and there was a big wet spot on his crotch. In his panic he had forgotten to cover himself up.
“You better get that cleaned up, the boss said we’re welcoming some big foreign clients today and he wants everyone to-woah are you okay?”
Halfway through Gordon's sentence Preston’s knees buckled as another orgasm pulsed through him.
“Ahh yea, I just really gotta go to the bathroom.” Without waiting for a response Preston rushed into the men’s room. Thankfully it was empty. He entered a stall with an "Out of Order" sign, hoping no one would bother him, and dropped his pants. There was an absolute mess like someone had emptied a bottle of watery mayonnaise into his underwear. He used toilet paper to clean up as best he could and tried to pull the cock ring off but it wasn’t budging.
Realizing this couldn’t be done by force, Preston pulled the label for the cock ring out of his pocket and read through it again trying to figure out if there was something in there that could help.