by AE Lister
His eyes flew open as he realized I was going to spank him with the hook still imbedded inside him.
“Yes, Vincent. That is your punishment. I’m only going to use my hand, so it should be quite safe but hard not to move.”
He moaned then grunted as I slapped him on one buttock.
“Count, Vincent. There will be ten to start.”
“One,” he said, then “Two!” As I slapped his other cheek. After each one he whimpered and groaned. “Three! Four! Five!”
I took my time, making each one count. After the fifth slap, I grabbed the steel bar and rocked the ball inside him, back and forth, back and forth, as he moaned and struggled. His cock had hardened again.
“Six! Seven! Eight!”
I rocked the hook again and he stuttered. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Two more slaps. “Nine! Ten!”
My hand was throbbing by then, so I stopped and moved forward, bending to take his cock into my mouth. Vincent cried out as I rocked the hook while sucking him aggressively.
“Oh fuck, fuck, Fuck!” he yelled as he came down my throat, pinioned and unable to move. I’d made him curse and forget every polite thing he’d ever learned, and I loved it.
For kicks I let his spunk dribble out of my mouth as I pulled off, gazing up at his wild eyes that watched me with awe and gratitude—and maybe a little fear. I had just forced two violent orgasms from him and he seemed shook, not to mention exhausted.
Impulsively I climbed onto the spanking bench in front of him, sliding my hands around his back and pressing against him, thrilled when he opened his mouth to mine so I could push the remnants of his seed onto his searching tongue. He moaned and so did I.
It took me apart, this connection, our mouths wide open, tongues touching and teasing, while Vincent hung on his ropes and tried to recover from what I’d done. What we’d done.
When we pulled apart, I felt dazed and confused. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry,” Vincent said.
“But I’m supposed to be the Dom. I’m not supposed to love on you.”
He smiled then, so sweet and blissful in his post-orgasmic state that I had to return it. “Fuck being the Dom. Just be Nic. And I’ll just be Vincent. And we’ll just do what we do.”
“Because we do it so well.”
“Exactly.”
I sent him up to shower while I made a snack for us. When he was done, he came down in the Princess shorts and his T-shirt.
“How does your ass feel, Princess?” I asked, putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.
“Like you stuffed a stainless-steel ball and hook up it, Sir.”
“Oooh, you sweet talker. That was very enjoyable on my end.” I brought a plate for myself and sat down opposite him.
“My end too, Sir,” he said, glancing at his rear. “But I am a little sore.”
“Well, you’ve seen a lot of action. Luckily you will be out of my evil clutches for an entire week.” I lifted my fork and pointed it at him. “And yet, still under my control.”
His forehead creased. “How exactly does that work, anyway?”
“Well, you see, I put this metal contraption on your penis and you can’t come,” I said smugly.
“No, I mean, I get that, but when I’m at home and you’re here or at work. What happens if I need to take it off? I mean, am I supposed to sleep with it on?”
“Vincent, I get that you have a lot of questions. Let’s have our meal and I’ll go over everything, okay?”
“Okay.”
He held his fork loosely and watched me eat for a little bit.
“What?” I said finally.
“Umm-m. That time when you fed me. I really liked that.”
A slow smile spread over my face. “Would you like me to feed you when I’m done with mine?”
He smiled and it was the sweetest thing in the world. “Yes, please. Sir.”
I winked at him and continued to eat, taking my time while he waited patiently. When I was done, I put down my fork and knife and moved to the chair beside him.
“Fork, please.”
He handed it to me. I picked up the knife and proceeded to feed my sweet sub, trying not to get turned on watching his mouth in action, especially now that I knew what it could do to me directly. But our sexcapades were over for now, and we needed to seriously discuss the idea of his being in chastity all week, because I would make allowances for his inexperience. Enforced chastity was a very particular form of torture which wasn’t usually torture at all. Most men found it extremely enjoyable, since they were able to build up to a level of arousal normally beyond their self-control. At least, that was what Zane had told me.
I got a very pure form of enjoyment from feeding Vincent, making sure he was getting nutrition and knowing I was taking care of my boy. I was feeding him more than eggs at the moment. This was a form of aftercare too.
When we were done, I had him load the dishwasher and wipe up the kitchen. Then we went into the living room and talked about male chastity. My weekends had gone from fucking boring and useless to incredibly interesting and fun in a very short amount of time. I probably owed Daphne a phone call.
I sat on the sofa and directed Vincent to the comfy armchair across from it when he asked to sit beside me. I was trying to stay focused and he was a terrible distraction.
“So, my expectations for the week are the following,” I said.
He leaned in, his forehead creased in concentration. He was a good student. Maybe we should do some formal teacher-student role-play next weekend. That might be fun.
“I’ll put the cage on you before you leave today. There are two keys to the lock. I will have one and you will have one. Yours will be in a sealed envelope so I’ll know if you use it.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
“Do you have a question? Feel free to ask me anything. And I will be available for you by text or phone call, whenever you need to speak to me, at any time during the week.”
“Okay, good. What if I do have to unlock it? Will you be mad?”
“Jesus, Vincent, I’ll never be mad at you. I’m so pleased you want to do this with me. If you feel you have to take it off, call or text me first, unless it’s an emergency. I’ll most likely give you permission and that still leaves me in control, right? Which is mainly what we want from this experience. Although, I also want you to get used to denying yourself, which you did very well last week. The cage just makes it easier.”
“Okay.”
“That being said, sleeping with a cock cage on can be uncomfortable, because guys tend to get multiple erections during their sleep. So that’s going to wake you up. It’s going to be painful.”
“Oh. Yeah. I didn’t think about that.”
“Don’t just lie there waiting for your erection to go away because it probably won’t. You’ll have to get up and walk around, do some boring shit until it subsides and you can go back to bed. If it turns out to be a problem and you aren’t getting enough sleep to function during the day, we can reassess the situation. I may give you permission to leave it off at night.”
He frowned. “Okay. So…I don’t need to take it off to go the bathroom or anything?”
I shook my head. “Nope. The one we got can be worn long-term. It’s easy to wash when you’re having your shower. Just make sure you have a shower at least once a day. Twice a day might be better while you’re wearing it. Or just use soap and water and a cloth on it before you go to bed.”
He glanced at me shyly. “What if I’m losing my mind and I want to masturbate, like, desperately?”
“Then you call me and we figure it out. I’ll either talk you down from the ledge or I’ll take care of it somehow. But I don’t want you to do anything without talking to me first.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does that sound okay?”
“Yes, Sir. It sounds awesome. I’m excited to try it.”
“I’m excited for you to t
ry it, too. From the research I’ve done, most guys with inclinations like yours enjoy the feeling of being controlled this way, and the build-up of desire can be intoxicating.”
Vincent nodded. “Yeah, I can see that. I mean, last week was pretty awesome, even though it was difficult. I’m glad I held off.”
“I’m so proud of you. That’s why I’m rewarding you by putting you into enforced chastity this week. In a lot of ways, it will be easier, like I said.”
His forehead creased again. “Will it be visible under my clothes?”
“No. Do you normally wear snug briefs?” I asked. “I mean, when you don’t dress in the lingerie for me?”
He blushed in such a pretty way that I wanted to go over there and kiss his cheek. “Boxer briefs. Yeah.”
“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”
He looked worried about it. I stood up and walked over to stand in front of him.
“Vincent.”
He regarded me with a vulnerability that fueled my soul. “Yes, Sir?”
“Nobody is going to know you’re wearing a chastity cage except me and you. That’s another thing that’s amusing about this sort of thing. It’s a delicious kinky little secret between the two of us, like a joke we’re playing on the mostly vanilla world. Right?” I cupped his stubbled chin in my hand, stroking his lower lip with my thumb.
When he opened his mouth, I pushed my thumb inside, holding his brilliant blue gaze. His tongue swirled around it then he sucked, causing a jolt of desire deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He moaned softly and it was all I could do not to climb on his lap and kiss him. Instead, I withdrew my thumb and held out my hand.
“Come on.”
We went upstairs and I had him strip and sit on a plastic chair in my en suite bathroom. I had him hold his hands together behind it while I trimmed his pubic hairs shorter.
“You did a good job, but it’s best to get them as short as possible if you’re wearing a cage.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Of course, I should have anticipated this would give my responsive sub a boner, and it did. “How are we going to put that cage on you now, Vincent? You have to be flaccid.”
He gazed at me hopefully.
“Fuck that, Vincent. I am not sucking you off right now. You are pretty fucking lucky I’ve done that at all. That is a special treat. I’m the Dom, remember?” I was half-joking because I loved sucking him off, and my being the Dom wasn’t a valid reason to avoid it. I’d do what I wanted and I didn’t stand on ceremony.
He looked chastened and amused at once. “I can take care of it myself?”
“You can and you will, while I stand here and watch you.”
Because, hello, huge voyeur here. Obviously. And I loved stuff like this—punishment and reward at the same time. Because even though it was hot masturbating in front of someone you knew enjoyed it, it was also a little embarrassing.
Since Vincent was prone to embarrassment, he blushed and protested. “I, uh, I can just do it in here by myself.”
I grinned. “I’m sure you can, but I want to watch.”
He blinked. I noticed his dick was still hard, so it wasn’t upsetting him much.
“And I want to control it. So just do whatever I say, all right?” That would make it easier for him.
He nodded. “Okay. Okay.” I thought he liked that idea.
“There’s a bottle of lube in the drawer.” I pointed to it.
“You have lube stashed in a lot of places, Sir.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “You got a problem with that?”
He was right, though. You never knew when a little bit of lube would come in handy. I’d used it on door hinges.
He tried not to smile and shook his head. “Nope.”
“Then get it out and put it on your dick, Vincent. Now.” Ooooh, big Dom voice.
He took a shaky breath and his cock twitched. He did what I’d told him.
I leaned against the vanity and watched him slick up his cock, his eyes on the floor but glancing up at me now and then.
“Slowly. Slowly stroke yourself, Vincent. Enjoy it, sweetheart. We’re not going to rush.”
I watched as he fisted his erection and stroked it leisurely, as I’d instructed. His erection grew, the glans poking out of his foreskin on the downslide. Whenever he started to speed up, I reminded him to go slow. This happened again and again, until it was obvious it was killing him not to move his hand faster.
“Please, let me go faster, Sir,” he begged.
“No.”
He blinked and forced himself to slow down. I could see it was really difficult. Too bad. Yet again, he unconsciously sped up.
“Slow, Vincent. Go. Slow.”
He obeyed me with a huff but his ass shifted in the chair and he moaned desperately. He tried again. “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“No. You don’t. You need to do as you’re told.”
He whimpered and his hand stilled. It was probably easier for him to leave it alone at that point. But fuck easy.
“Keep going, but go slow, Vincent.”
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, lifting his chin defiantly but doing as I’d asked. His cock was getting bigger and his glans had completely emerged from the foreskin, shiny with moisture. It glistened in the fluorescent lighting.
“Oh…Sir,” he said, trying to obey but it was so difficult for him.
He might even come from this. It was turning him on—the control, the slow, languorous strokes.
“Keep it slow, Vincent. But you may come whenever you want.” I felt very magnanimous as I watched him keep up the torturous stroking, his cock leaking pre-cum, his arm muscles straining with the control.
He was unable to stop himself from speeding up, but each time I saw his hand go faster I said, “No,” in a loud voice, and he slowed it down.
I made a sound of disapproval in my throat. “Vincent, grab the legs of the chair with both hands. Now.”
He seemed surprised but did as I’d asked. His abandoned cock swayed and pulsed in front of him as his chest rose and fell with quick breaths.
“I’ll have to show you what I mean,” I said, moving in close and kneeling beside the chair. He gaped at me, his lips slack and wet with moisture from his tongue. “Don’t you dare move and you keep those hands together.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said breathily.
I poured some lube into my hand and wrapped it around him, giving his dick the long, slow strokes that he couldn’t seem to maintain. I kept the pressure light and gave him just enough to drive him mad but keep him from going over. I didn’t care how much he begged me. I was not going to move my hand any faster.
“Oh…oh, Sir…Sir…” he groaned, grimacing and starting to thrust into my grip.
“Stay the fuck still, Vincent.”
He struggled but complied. His sounds grew more and more desperate as I kept up my very steady and leisurely movements. He glared at my hand as if he could visually make me go faster. He gave me a pleading look, but I was merciless. I turned my head and stared at the wall as if I were bored by all of it.
But I could feel his dick swelling and straining and I knew he was close. I slowed my hand down even more but increased the strength of my grip. Vincent wriggled and whined, the strain of it causing sweat to break on his forehead and making his arms and thighs tremble.
Oh, fuck yes.
He moaned long and low, stamped his foot on the floor but forced himself to be still as I teased his cock, taking my time, on and on, like I could do it for hours.
“Sir…Sir…” he begged.
“Yes, Vincent?”
“Please go faster. I’m so close, Sir. I want to come. I need to come, please, please, please.”
“I’m not rushing this.”
He whined and gripped the chair so hard that it shifted against the floor.
I glanced at his cock. The glans was shiny and purple, his foreskin barely covering it on
the upstroke now. He panted and stared down at himself with wide eyes as a glob of pre-ejaculate gathered and spilled over.
“Fuuuuuck…” he groaned. “Oh fuck.”
“This is fun. I could do this all day.”
He whimpered.
“You know what, Vincent?”
He groaned and his eyes rolled back. “Wh-what, S-sir?”
“One of these days I’m going to strap on a cock and fuck your ass so hard you won’t even understand what’s happening.”
“F-fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck,” Vincent groaned. He stiffened, his knuckles white where he gripped the chair, and started to come as I kept up my lackadaisical rhythm. The jizz spat out of his cock as it jerked in my light grip and Vincent groaned and cried out and whimpered with relief as his dick kept spurting. I took my hand off him and we both watched him finish, the desperate quivering arch of his cock a testament to his pleasure.
Chapter Thirteen
These were our text and phone exchanges after I’d sent him on his merry way with his cock caged and locked.
Monday, seven-thirty a.m.
Wow. I barely slept. Like, at all. Never realized how many times I popped wood in my sleep.
Well, then. Is it still on, at least?
Yes, Sir. I just cleaned it in the shower.
Good boy.
This is alot harder than I thought it would be.
Do you want to stop?
No, Sir. I want to be good for you.
Twelve-thirty p.m.
I feel like I have a dirty little secret in my pants.
You do. But it’s only little at the moment. I’ve seen it get pretty big. *happy face*
*blushing face* Thank you. But I also feel like everyone knows it.
That’s because your face probably gives it away. You’re kind of easy to read.
Fuck.
But you’re so cute!
I feel a bit perverted.
In a good way?
Yeah. *Big teeth smiley face*
Five p.m.
