Elias continued to smirk. "Do you like doing such naughty things? Or is it that you like Master watching you do such things?" he teased. He could tell James was close and trying to hold it back.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, both, ahh," He cried out in pleasure, as he neared orgasm, a few strokes away.

"Listen," he said. "Slide all the way down, and stop. Also, grab yourself around the base." He could tell James was going to come soon, but he wasn't quite as close. He wanted to prolong the show. James was so cute, he wanted more of that desperate face.

James whimpered, but nodded his head, pushing down as he took the complete length into his now very full, hole. He bit his lip, as he squezed the base of his member, feeling denied.

Elias smirked. That was right, that was just how he wanted James. He was lazily jerking himself off by now. "Does my pretty little cockslut want to come?" He felt like being evil. "Beg me nicely, and I might consider it." There actually no way it was that easy, but he didn't have to tell James that.

James whimpered hearing this, wiggling on the thing buried deep in his hole saying, "Please, please, please let me cum. I feel so filled having this in me, pushing against my special spot, its driving me crazy."

Elias continued to lazily stroke himself, although his pace was picking up. "Ah, is that all it takes to make you cum? You're really unable to hold out, aren't you?" He wanted to see how far he could push James. "Really, you're getting off from just a plastic toy and your hand. I can see I didn't fuck you well enough yesterday."

James turned pale hearing this, and froze up, not moving. "I, I, I, I'm sorry master. I didn't mean to offend you by making you think that. Its just, argh," He growled, feeling frustrated. "I can't help how close my body feels," He said frowning.

Elias' lips curled up into a malicious smirk. He had liked that reaction more than he cared to admit. "Then think about your actions before hand. Being horny isn't an excuse, even for a little slut like you," he licked his lips, enticed by the situation. "You'll have to make it up to me. I'm sure you can think of something, can't you?" he leaned back, putting both hands behind his head. He was fully aroused now, the head of his cock an angry red. Not that you could see it under the table.

He blushed and then asked, "Am I allowed to get up from this plug to make it up to you? Or do I need to stay here and keep it in me?"