Rupert shifted and panted, deep into a three hour heat. His cock was swollen in its cage, and there a trail of pre-cum around the house. James had edged him by ghosting his fingerpads over his sensitive cock and balls and worked his boy’s nipples until Rupert was a mewling, crazed mess, desperate and insane to cum… but then James got a call, something about a patient who put their hand through a meat grinder and required James’ skill. He left. Rubert had to fight every second to keep his fingers out of his body, away from the source of all his pleasure, the sweet gland responsible for his orgasms. Oh when will he be back? All of his nerves were running hot, even the carpet felt abrasive under his shins. Oh god James, isn’t this an emergency too? When will be home to fuck Rupert senseless? He hated that patient, hoping they’d just cut the hand off and be done with it. Rupert whimpered. All he could do was wait, wait and drip.