Various Persuasions

by AE Lister

  “Say, ‘Don’t you dare come without my permission, Vincent.’”

  “Don’t you dare come without my permission, Vincent.”

  “See? You just made me hard with that one sentence. Say it again.”

  “Don’t you dare come without my permission, Vincent,” I repeated, even more sternly.

  “God, I want to come right now.”

  “Two words, Vincent. Cock. Cage.”

  Silence. Then, “Holy. Fuck. Really?”

  “Really. We have a little shopping to do.”

  “Tomorrow?” he asked breathily. My eager little sub.

  “If they’re open on Sundays.”

  “Can you check? Please?”

  “Hold on,” I said, looking up the sex shop I was familiar with. “They open at eleven. So, we’ll have time for some piano practice beforehand.”

  “Okay. I mean, yes, Sir.”

  “You realize if we buy one tomorrow, you’re going to be in it all week?”

  He moaned. “Oh no, Sir.”

  “Oh yes. Are you touching yourself right now, Vincent?”

  He cleared his throat. “Yes.”

  “Stop it. Hands off.”

  He sighed with regret. “Yes, Sir.”

  “See you tomorrow, Vincent.”

  “See you tomorrow, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Vincent arrived promptly at nine on Sunday and I put him to work at the piano with some simple pieces of music that would challenge him. I think he liked it better than the scales, which he’d mastered.

  At five minutes to eleven I walked over and kissed him on the neck, inhaling his scent and trying to keep my head straight. “Want to go shopping?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Get dressed and meet me at the front door.”

  Vincent put his clothes on and we headed out. I made him drive and directed him to the sex shop on Gilmour Street. It was called Stuff and No Nonsense.

  When we walked in, a woman with crazy red hair saw me and shrieked.

  “Nicky!!! I can’t believe you’re here!” she yelled and ran over, remembering to ask before she grabbed me up in a big bear hug.

  I assented to being manhandled, much to Vincent’s obvious astonishment. He stepped back and watched closely, almost protectively, as Shanice assaulted me.

  “Shanice! How you doin’, girl?” I said, delighted to see her working today. It had been a while and I knew she could help me with what we needed.

  “Great! Oh, I’m so happy to see you, Nicky!” She turned to gawk at Vincent, who now appeared out of his depth and apprehensive. He had probably expected this to be a covert mission. And, me being me, I decided to exploit his unease because…y’know, sadist.

  “Shanice, this is Vincent. We’re here for a cock cage.”

  Vincent’s mouth opened, then closed. His face went three different shades of pink in five seconds. He looked like he might bolt.

  But Shanice, bless her kinky heart, took this in stride.

  “Lucky, lucky boy,” she cooed, taking Vincent’s hand and leading him over to the items in question. He glanced back at me with a Help, save me! expression on his face, which I ignored. I followed them.

  They stopped in front of a glass display case, inside of which lay an array of variously sized and constructed chastity devices for men. Vincent’s eyes widened and he seemed even more panicked.

  Shanice turned to me. “How are you, darling? You look amazing!”

  “Thanks. I’m good.”

  She nodded at Vincent, who stood gaping at the display case. I could almost see his mind spinning and there was a telltale bulge in the boy’s jeans. Because…of course there was. He was a sucker for punishment.

  “Keeping busy?” she grinned.

  I grinned. “Yeah. Real busy. He’s basically in training with me, although he has quite a bit of experience already.”

  “You don’t say?” She eyed Vincent up and down like she wanted to eat him for brunch, which I totally understood.

  “Daphne recommended him.”

  Vincent’s head snapped to me and I knew he was wondering why I would reveal all this to Shanice. But he needed to trust me—trust that I wouldn’t reveal these things to anyone who would hurt him.

  “Daphne? Well, then. I’m sure he’s used to being taken in hand.” She smiled at Vincent, who seemed mollified and gave her a tentative smile back. “You are a lucky, lucky boy, to be with Nicky. He doesn’t do boys often.”

  “How about at all?” I replied, splaying a hand on the glass of the case and eyeing its contents. Zane hadn’t been a boy.

  “Touché,” Shanice replied, then gestured me closer. “What is your pleasure, Sir? Will this be long-term chastity or just a fun afternoon?”

  I examined the items in the case. They ranged from simple stainless-steel cages to fancy polycarbonate devices.

  “I need something he can wear for a week…maybe longer.”

  Vincent gaped at me then closed his mouth. He’d gone a bit pale but the bulge seemed to thicken. Bingo.

  Soon his dick would be trapped. My mouth actually watered at the thought and I wondered how he would like it? Would he like it? Or would he hate every moment of it? Guess we’ll find out.

  “Do you have his measurements?” Shanice asked.

  “Shit. No,” I admitted. An oversight. I knew how big Vincent’s dick was when erect, but we’d never measured him flaccid.

  Shanice produced a tape measure from her pocket. “No worries. We have a change room where you can do the honors.”

  Vincent backed up a step, peering around him at the few customers who were browsing in the front of the store.

  “Vincent!” I said it in the loudest, most no-nonsense tone I could muster, as if he were a misbehaving child. And it worked. He turned toward me and seemed to immediately calm down now that I was making him do what I wanted.

  “Come with me.” Again, a firm tone. I turned and walked purposely after Shanice, who led us to the change rooms in the back of the store. She unlocked one and I brought Vincent inside, taking the tape measure from her. “This won’t take long,” I said and flashed her a smile.

  “It better not.” She giggled. “Just measure it. That’s all.”

  “Got it,” I said as Vincent stared at me with a lost look. “Drop ‘em.” I gestured at his jeans.

  “But…”

  I raised my eyes, like I couldn’t believe he would hesitate to follow my order. And that worked also. He immediately dropped trou. But we had a slight problem. I’d forgotten.

  “Shit,” I said.

  His forehead creased and he looked at his penis, which was not at all flaccid. It was decidedly half-hard and growing. He really did get off on humiliation and shame. Dirty little slut.

  “Vincent.”

  “What?”

  “You need to be soft for a correct measurement.”

  “Oh. Shit. Sorry?”

  I glanced at the door of the change room. We didn’t have time for a jerk-off, no matter how quick it might have been. Plus, it was messy. I gave him a half smile. “Okay. Sorry for having to do this,” I said, moving close and sliding my hand under his balls.

  He squeaked as I squeezed them in my fingers, enough to cause pain but not enough that he screamed or fainted.

  “Oh, fuck no,” he protested, trying to escape, but that only made me hold on tighter.

  “Stay still. This won’t take long if you work with me.”

  “Ow. Ow. Fuck, that hurts,” he protested, but he forced himself to stay still. His hand was on my forearm but he didn’t try to stop me.

  “Do you want to safeword?” I asked.

  “No. No, just…it hurts.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. But your cock is behaving now. Hold your hands above your head. I’ll be quick.”

  He did as I asked and I let go of his balls then quickly wrapped the tape measure behind them, got the reading and measured his cock before it started to fill again.

  “Got
it. Good boy.”

  Out of some grateful and misguided instinct I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.

  It was quick, perfunctory and chaste but neither of us could process it when I drew back. We stood there gaping at each other—Vincent with his hands in the air, me with the tape measure dangling from one hand.

  What the fuck?

  “I don’t know what that was,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry.”

  He licked his lips, looking stunned. He said, “I’m not,” as he lowered his arms and pulled his jeans back up. “Thank you, Sir.”

  My brain was exploding but Shanice was waiting and we were on a mission—an important one. I didn’t reply, but once he’d dressed, I pulled open the door and we exited.

  I handed Shanice the tape and gave her Vincent’s measurements as we walked back to the display case, which she unlocked.

  “What’s your pleasure, Nicky? Polycarbonate, stainless-steel? Rings or bars? Or do you want Vincent to choose?”

  I shook my head. The guy knew nothing about cock cages. Plus, he was probably too flustered to make a reasonable choice.

  “I’ll choose. What about that one?” I pointed to a simple stainless-steel device with metal rings along a curved metal spine.

  Shanice took it out and showed it to us. “A classic. And I have it in various sizes. I’ll just have to check my inventory.”

  I took it from her and handed it to Vincent, who fumbled it and dropped it to the carpeted floor. “Shit,” he muttered, looking around, but no one was watching except me and Shanice.

  “Pick it up, sweetheart,” I said. “I want you to touch it and see if you can imagine having that on your penis.”

  He frowned as he bent down and retrieved it. He moved so his body would block anyone’s view except for mine and Shanice’s. Then he gazed reverently at the device and glided his fingers softly over the steel rings. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly, “this one.”

  “We’ll take it if you have it in his size,” I said, holding out my hand. Vincent reluctantly gave it to me and I handed it to Shanice.

  “Back in a flash. Have a look around. See if there’s anything else you need while you’re here.” She took it with her as she ducked into the back room.

  I led Vincent past the array of colorful dildos and vibrators, over to the anal beads. They ranged in size from tiny ones for beginners to huge ones for the experienced player.

  “Which ones, Vincent?”

  “Those,” he said softly, nodding at the display.

  “Point to the ones you like,” I told him, knowing he didn’t want to. But I needed to make sure I bought the right ones and I couldn’t tell with his vague gesture, although I had a suspicion.

  He glanced to the side to make sure the other customers didn’t see then pointed to a set of dark purple anal balls on a string. They were definitely larger than the ones I’d put up there the day before but not as big as the hardcore, giant ones I couldn’t envision going in anyone’s rectum except maybe a really, really big guy.

  Anyway, I nodded and he dropped his arm, giving me a look that said, Can we get out of here now? I did feel a bit sorry for him. Not much, but a bit.

  Shanice brought a boxed version of the metal cage in the right size and I asked her for the anal balls as well.

  “Nice choice.” She said, bringing a box from under the counter. She leaned toward Vincent. “You’re going to love those.”

  Vincent blanched and stuttered. “I…sure…thanks.”

  “Oh my, he is adorable,” she said to me. “If you ever decide you want to share…”

  “Nope. No sharing,” I said with an icy smile, although I winked at her to lessen the blow.

  “Oh. Oh, I see. Well, that’s wonderful.”

  I paid her for the toys and she gave me a hug goodbye. “Hope to see you back soon, Nicky. We have some nice anal hooks in stock. They train up a boy real nice.”

  “Thanks, Shanice, but I have that covered.”

  Vincent made a small noise in his throat but followed me obediently out of the door. Once we were out on the street, he turned and folded into me, so that I instinctively wrapped my arms around him.

  “Can we go back to your place now?” he asked tremulously into my hair.

  “I was planning to take you to lunch.”

  “Oh.”

  “Can you make it for another hour? I know that was difficult, but you did great.”

  He thought for a moment, holding me tightly then releasing me and standing straight. “I can make it.”

  “Good boy. We can plan our afternoon.” I lifted the bag of goodies and shook it gently. “But let’s put these in the car for now.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Over lunch in the back corner of a little bistro, I told him in great detail what I was going to do to him before sending him home in chastity for the week. By the time I’d finished, he was squirming and sweating with anticipation and some fear. If Shanice hadn’t reminded me of the hook, I might not have thought of it. But now it seemed the perfect distraction and was something else Daphne had overlooked.

  Back in my basement, I made him strip out of his clothes and kneel up on the spanking bench. With a length of soft red rope I bound his wrists and fastened them to a grid in the ceiling, to put him into a praying position, although his arms were lifted high. He could twist his torso but I cuffed his calves to the bench so he would stay in position when I started to do things to him.

  I brought out the stainless-steel anal hook with the medium-sized ball on the end to show him.

  His lips parted as he sighed. “Oh, Sir.”

  “Yes, sweetheart, this is going inside you.”

  He struggled, his eyes locked on the shiny ball. “Fuck.”

  “Mmm-hmm-m. You are going to be fucked by this steel ball on the end of this long hook, while I crop your backside and do other unmentionable things to you. If you move, the ball will move and the steel of the hook will stretch you open, so you’ll want to stay still as much as you can.” I took his chin in my fingers and turned his head so he focused on me instead of the toy. “I’m going to take my time. We have all afternoon.”

  He shuddered and moaned, his cock hard and bobbing in front of him.

  “It seems only fair to get you off one last time before you have to refrain from orgasming all week.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to make you come like gangbusters before I lock your pretty cock away in that cage.”

  He moaned, the organ in question twitching. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

  “So fucking polite,” I muttered, putting the nitrile gloves on and lubing up his rear. We’d need a lot of it.

  I used my fingers to loosen him up and turn him on so he wouldn’t care what I put in there. By the time I was ready to use the hook, he felt as supple as wet clay.

  “I’m going to press this ball against your hole, Vincent. I want you to relax and try to open for me.”

  I covered it with copious amounts of lube and pressed it against his wrinkled skin, pushing carefully and steadily. Vincent’s breaths quickened. He made a small squeak as the muscle stretched. The ball began to sink as I kept up a consistent pressure. With a stuttering moan Vincent accommodated it, his anus clamping tight around the steel bar.

  “Oh God…oh God…” he panted as his body got used to this intrusion.

  I used the bar to nudge the ball in farther, as Vincent gasped and sighed.

  “Oh, sweetheart, that looks so fucking good.”

  “Feels good, Sir. Feels so good.”

  “I’m glad you like it. It’s one of my favorite things.”

  “Oh…”

  I grabbed another length of rope and tied one end to the top of the hook and the other end to the leather collar Vincent was wearing. This meant he had to keep his head at a certain angle or the rope would pull on the bar and stretch him open, also shifting the big metal ball inside him.

  “Now just relax while I have some fun back h
ere, okay, sweetheart?”

  “Oh yes, Sir. Do whatever you want, Sir.”

  I chuckled, then slid my gloved finger along his anus where the steel penetrated him. I circled it with the lightest pressure, knowing it would drive him crazy.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Sir.”

  “Shh-h.”

  I teased him with my finger, circling the steel bar several times, sliding it down his taint and back, then pushed the very tip of my finger in him alongside the steel.

  Vincent twisted on the ropes, an action that jostled the steel ball and caused the bar to spread him so I was able to push my entire finger inside.

  “Oh, that is lovely,” I said, with admiration. “You are quite pinioned, my sweet fellow.” I pushed in as far as I could then withdrew and watched his anus close around the bar. There was nothing quite like that sight.

  Then I used two fingers and did the same thing. I played with Vincent this way for a long time, working up to three, then four fingers. His cock was ridiculously hard by the time I started using the black dildo. It was barely bigger than my three fingers, but when I slid it in alongside the steel bar, he cried out and stiffened, then jerked and gasped. For a moment I thought I’d hurt him and my heart stopped. Then I realized he was actually coming, his cock spurting into the air as his ass clenched hard around the steel and vinyl.

  Naughty, naughty boy.

  I was impressed and not really that disappointed. Sure, he’d come without my permission but holy hell. This was when my acting chops came into play.

  “Oh, Vincent. Really? You’ve come already? Just from that?” I made myself sound profoundly disappointed and displeased.

  “I’m sorry,” he gasped, wrung out and shaking. “I’m so sorry, Sir. It just… I just… I’m sorry.”

  He sounded as though he might cry, so I moved around and wrapped my hand around his spent cock, shiny with slick and still weeping for me. I stroked him roughly as he tried to get away, and saw the conflict on his face, because he was still pinioned by the hook. I knew his cock was sensitive at the moment. I rubbed my hand roughly over the head, causing Vincent to shudder and complain with a cry.

  “Well. I think this deserves a sound spanking. Since you can’t escape me right now, I’ll just take care of that for you.”