Personal Manager

Special 1 - My wife plays with sex toys.

 

Kel has been working at the company with his uncle for five months. At first, he was taught everything, making it seem easy. But lately, he's been learning on his own, his uncle saying that if he wants to be successful, he has to be diligent in acquiring knowledge. This makes Kel feel very pressured, because his real goal in coming here is to excel in the business world and prove himself worthy of his boyfriend, a top model in the entertainment industry.

 

Right now, I don't know what to worry about more: work or my boyfriend. Work is incredibly stressful, and our relationship is starting to fade. Gun and Kel haven't been intimate for almost two weeks, which is very unusual for a couple with such an insatiable libido. It might be because his boyfriend got an opportunity from a famous director to star in a big-budget film this year, and he also has a steady stream of TV drama filming commitments. He's been taking on fewer modelling jobs but has had a steady stream of acting work. And he still hasn't come home yet, even though it's almost 10 PM.

 

"But you said the photoshoot was only until 9 PM," the short person muttered to themselves, making a grumpy face, then set the documents down and left to take a shower.

 

He missed Kant so much. He wanted to hug him, kiss him, and cuddle with him like they used to. Loneliness crept in again when he felt the urge to have sex, but his boyfriend didn't have time for him at all. Especially when the cool water cascades down and caresses my body, I miss him even more. It would be so much better if his big hands could help relieve this burning ache. 

 

Kel tried to finish showering without masturbating, but when he came out, he was more frustrated than ever. The throbbing pain in his groin was unbearable. He lifted the back of his bathrobe and traced his fingers across his smooth buttocks. They almost reached his sensitive area, but he quickly pulled his hand back. He decided it would be better to call Gun.

 

("Yes.") The other end of the line answered after a while.

 

"Where are you? Are you finished with work?" Long legs walked towards the dressing table. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing only a pouty face, unable to find a smile. Rarely seen.

 

("Not yet. I should be back around midnight tonight.")

 

"Darling, I can't wait," Kel said, his eyebrows furrowed, as he spoke in a pleading tone ("Is something wrong?"). Kant must be worried.

 

"What are you doing right now?" Kel asked immediately, not wanting to tell his lover yet that he was in a sexually aroused mood. He desperately wanted to ask Doesn't Gun miss the passionate lovemaking between them?

 

("I'm in the restroom. It's my turn in fifteen minutes. There's a scene that's not quite right, so we need to reshoot it.") The person on the other end replied.

 

"We haven't been intimate for almost two weeks because you've been busy, right? It's not because you're bored with me, is it?" Kel decided to ask directly, feeling a little hurt.

I can't say.

 

("Why would you think that? How could I get bored with you? Ask yourself how busy you are. You bring work home almost every day. Who would dare bother you? You can wait until this period is over. I can always wait. I know you're stressed about the expectations your father has, but don't overwork yourself.") Gun’s answer made me feel a little better, at least not because I was bored.

 

"I'm lonely right now."

 

"What are you whining about?" Kantapong asked when he realised his little boyfriend was starting to get fussy.

 

"You're so quiet, P'Gun." A harsh remark was uttered uncontrollably. ("P'Kel, you're speaking impolitely now.") Kant scolded, making the listener feel guilty.

 

"I want to... I want to have sex," he said, repeating a similar sentence but with a softer tone, while bending down and looking for something. He kept it hidden, or rather, stored it away, without any intention of using it again. ("Then wait another two hours," a deep voice replied.)

 

"No, I'm already asleep."

("He’s being fussy now.")

 

"Can I have just fifteen minutes when you're free, Kant? Please?" the sweet voice asked again.

 

("You want me to drive back? That's impossible, you know.) It's only that much time; a round trip would take too long. But what other way is there for Kel to get some release?

"Just turn on the camera."

("What are you going to do?")

 

"Help myself, but you must also get to see your beloved's face." In his hand now was a large, black object that Kant had used to threaten him a long time ago. Back then, they vehemently denied it, but once desire took over, they suddenly became daring.

 

("Don't bump into me.") The tone was stern.

 

"Bring out the sex toys, that black dildo," Kel reported everything.

 

("Didn't you say you didn't like it?") Upon hearing the question, the listener immediately pursed his lips tightly. Indeed, Kel didn't like it, but it might help reduce his loneliness when Gun is not around.

 

"I want to try shoving it in. I'll be patient, okay?... Turn on the camera," the petite figure pleaded, giving it his all. Having come this far, there was no turning back. If it didn't fit, Kel would replace it with something else to stuff in instead. There are many original toys.

 

("I'm worried.")

"I will be as careful as possible."

 

Once his request was granted, he quickly set up the camera on the table to capture the bed, then video-called his boyfriend, who answered immediately. 

 

Kantapong saw the petite figure lying sprawled out, waiting for him. He instructed him that if he couldn't handle it, he didn't have to continue; he could use his fingers, and he would come back later to finish it himself. Just hearing this made Kel shiver, wanting to run to the set right now. Kel wanted to be pounded hard in that bathroom. 

 

"I really want to come over. Is the bathroom small? Can we both stand in it?" Kel’s innocent face asked through the camera, his expression showing intense desire overflowing.

 

("It's cramped. If you come in, you'll have to sit on my lap." Gun wasn't lying.)

 

"If you want me to sit, Gun, you have to take off your pants too."

 

("You're being lewd again. What's your level of arousal? Gun is worried.")

 

"I really, really want it. I want Kant's hand. I want his tendon too. Hmmm..."

 

("Darling, can you wait? I have to work. There are only ten minutes left. Will you be able to finish?") The person on the other end of the line looked worried.

 

"Okay," he hurried.

 

The petite man sat with his knees bent and his legs spread wide, but not yet naked, thanks to the bathrobe. His slender fingers tugged at the knot and slowly parted the robe, letting it slide onto the bed. He then revealed his genitals to the camera. The sharp eyes of the person on the other end of the line stared intently, unblinking, while they bit their lip. That made Kel feel a tingling sensation in his rear. He always felt like this when he wanted to be taken.

 

"I can't do it," Kantapong said.

 

Kel didn't reply. Now he shifted into a semi-sitting, semi-lying position, propping himself up on his elbows on the bed so he could see his boyfriend's face, his legs still spread apart. He spread his legs wide open for everyone to see before moving one hand down to grasp the small penis gently. The toys were lying nearby.

 

("Just use your fingers, it won't fit in.") My lover said.

 

"Let's try them first," the stubborn one refused, picking up the large, familiar item and examining it closely, blinking and scrutinising it. His heart pounded uncontrollably.

 

("If you want to stuff it in, you have to apply gel.") It's like Kant will let me play now.

 

Kel turned around to get what the other person instructed. Once in that position, he immediately bent over in front of the camera, applied gel to his folds for everyone to see, then turned around to ask.

 

"Can you see clearly, darling?"

("Move down more.") Upon hearing that, he quickly crawled backwards, almost touching the camera.

 

"The gel is cold, darling. Can you see now?" he complained, but didn't forget to ask the same question again. His desire to show off was just too much.

 

("That's clear.")

Upon receiving the answer, he nodded, not intending to insert his fingers to prepare the way first. He planned to shove the sex toy in. He was very excited and wanted to do it himself, but deep down, he was afraid. If his soft cavity tore, he'd probably have to abstain from intimacy with his husband for several days. Therefore, he wouldn't force it if it wasn't really possible.

 

"Mmm," the beautiful face tilted upwards, his right hand gripping the large dildo, guiding it into the hole. "Mmm, darling, you're a child, I'm not. Ahh, ohh!" Moans echoed through the room as Kel writhed and thrashed about until he was exhausted, and the camera went off. Without a word of farewell, because just a moment ago he heard a loud banging sound, like someone was knocking on the door calling for Kantapong.

 

Kel pleasured himself a little more, and that concluded his exhilarating night. He felt a stinging sensation in his rear, but it was fun seeing his boyfriend's face during pleasure. The only downside was not being able to move around much. In short, skin-to-skin sex is nothing compared to that. Once satisfied, it was time to sleep.

 

Meanwhile, the young model had to film two more scenes; all he could think about was the image of the petite man writhing in pain because of that dildo. The fact that neither of them had had sex in a while, waiting too long, might make Kel end up with more toys than he actually has. Thinking about that, he needs to do his homework so he doesn't get stranded diligently.

 

When the work was done, Gun said goodbye to the crew, then rushed to get his car and headed straight back to his condo. He floored the accelerator, seemingly anxious. What is all this about? My boyfriend is probably asleep by now because it's past midnight.

 

Gun hurried upstairs. When he opened the door, he saw what he had expected: Kel was lying on the wide bed, the duvet covering him almost up to his chin. His pretty face was buried in the pillow. The tall man stood watching for a while before going to take a shower. When he returned, he quickly found some clothes to wear, turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and snuggled under the same duvet.

 

"Mmm," a moan escaped Kel’s lips. Kant pulled the smaller figure into a hug, burying him in his chest, and kissed his temple. But as his hand moved lower, he noticed something unusual—the other person...Naked from the waist down, wearing only a white t-shirt but no pyjama pants, Kant couldn't resist gently massaging Kel’s round buttocks. All of this happened under the blanket.

 

"Ah!" That cry definitely meant he was in pain, but he didn't wake up. He probably hadn't been asleep long enough to resist checking the private parts that he also owned. The young model got out of bed, turned the light on, and returned to pull the blanket off Kel, then sat down between his beautiful legs, spreading Kel’s knees wide open while he was still asleep. 

 

Kel’s love channel was visibly swollen and red, probably because this small opening wasn't suitable for such a large toy. He reached out to touch it.

 

"Mmm..." Kel twitched and tried to close his legs, but Kant wouldn't let him. He leaned his face closer, wanting to check if Kel's anus was torn. In truth, he disagreed with this method of cooling down and wanted to object strongly.

 

While Kel was thinking about playing with sex toys, a part of her felt sorry for him. The reason he'd been without intimacy for longer than usual was that his beloved wife was so dedicated to her work. Their schedules rarely aligned; if Gun came home late from filming, he'd already find Kel asleep, just like tonight.

 

"Oh, Kant, when did you get back?" The small figure was awake.

 

"I came back, finished showering, and hugged and kissed you."

 

"What are you doing?" Kel was probably wondering what was going on, seeing Kant between his legs.

 

"I want to see if it's torn. Why haven't you put any ointment on it?" He glared at him, but it was out of concern; he didn't want his wife's body to be further damaged. Not even a single point.

 

"It's not torn, I checked it."

 

"How do you see it? Can you tell?" I was just wondering how someone could bend down and see that part of themselves. It must be really difficult.

 

"I took a picture with the front camera. You don't believe me, Kant? Check it out." Kel looked at the phone. "Why would I want to look at a picture when the real thing is right in front of me?" He chuckled slightly.

 

"That's right, I forgot," Kantapong secretly admired his wife in his heart, wondering why he was so lovely. He was completely smitten. He turned his attention back to the channel. And it's narrow again.

 

"Not torn, but badly bruised," strong fingers touched.

"Mmm, Kant, gently."

 

"Do you want me to put some ointment on you? I'll do it for you," the handsome face asked, pulling up slightly.

 

"No, it's uncomfortable to sleep in," Kel shook his head. He didn't want to apply anything sticky to his body; if it wasn't Gun’s love juice, Kel didn't want anything anymore.

 

"Is the reason you're not wearing pants because they chafe?"

 

"yeah"

 

"Darling, you didn't have to go to such lengths," Kantapong felt deeply sorry for him. It would have been so much better if he could have left the film set and returned home. Then Kel wouldn't have to play alone. 

 

"So, will Gun repeat what he said?" The slender figure murmured before pursing his lips tightly.

 

"You remember?"

 

"can remember"

 

"If you do it, you'll get hurt." No matter how much you want to, you have to restrain yourself.

 

"Okay, then let's do it tomorrow. I miss our sex." He had such a pleading look on his face.

 

"Okay." This is the most whiny he's been since we started dating.

 

"Wait a minute"

 

Just as he was about to pull away, Kantapong stopped short, his dark eyebrows furrowed in questioning anger.

 

"Lick me, please," Kel asked shamelessly.

 

"Didn't you say you were in pain?" the tall man asked immediately.

 

"Hopefully, it will help alleviate the pain."

 

Gun’s hot tongue went to soothe the sore passageway. He hesitated to lick as forcefully as he used to. Sweet moans escaped Kel’s lips. Gun felt it was so wrong to bruise this spot. If you do this often, the skin will sag. Kel’s slender hand moved down to firmly hold his lover's head, tilting his face upwards to look at the ceiling. He gasped until Gun stopped.

 

"That's enough. You can rest now." (Because he was afraid things would go too far.)

 

"I want to kiss you," Kel asked for a lot today, and Kant indulged him in everything. "Okay," Gun said, and immediately climbed on top of Kel. Their lips met gently before they exchanged sweet kisses, their tongues intertwining.

 

After kissing, they cuddled, Kel’s slender arms wrapped tightly around Gun’s waist as if afraid he'd disappear. He kissed his forehead and his hair, then, just as he was about to close his eyes, he remembered his wife had taken a picture of that part of himself. What would it look like if it were taken right after he’d masturbated? 

 

Not wanting to wonder any longer, he sat up, picked up Kel’s smartphone, and opened the gallery. The latest picture showed his anus, swollen and red, a pathetic sight. But he'd checked just now, and it was back to its original tightness.

 

"I knew this would happen. Don't do it again," Kant guessed from the moment he saw Kel start shoving the big thing in.

 

"From now on, I'll only take what my husband has." A beautiful smile spread across Kel’s face.

 

"That was great, my wife," he said, and they kissed again before drifting off to sleep.