Episode 2 #6
Mr. Reevesworth gestured for Collin to go to his bedroom.
Collin went to the en suite bathroom in his room and on second thoughts, washed his hands.
One never knew what could be on elevators and public doors.
He came out of the bathroom to Mr. Reevesworth setting the chastity device, a small vibrator, lube, and a condom out on a towel on the bed.
Collin swallowed and made fists out of his hands. “Sir?”
“Yes, Collin.”
“May I use the bathroom?”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
“I washed my hands, sir. I didn’t eliminate.”
Mr. Reevesworth nodded, a pleased smile on his face. “Let’s do that, then. Good boy.”
Collin flushed.
Mr. Reevesworth followed Collin into the bathroom.
In a way, it was easier this time to lower his pants and grip himself, pointing his dick into the toilet bowl.
It was a wonder what could change after a session in the waxing salon.
Both men had not only seen his balls but also everything that could possibly be found in his crack. Elliot had left nothing.
Finished, they returned to the bedroom. Mr. Reevesworth held up the chastity device. “We will have to be strict on hygiene. To succeed in holding back urination, this plug will enter the end of your urethra. We will use lube to make that as comfortable as possible.”
Collin pressed a hand to his belly. He suddenly wished he hadn’t eaten so much. At least the walk and the leisure end of the meal had helped.
Mr. Reevesworth took the device apart and gestured Collin closer. “Widen your stance. The first part goes around your balls.”
Sparks flew up Collin’s back. He shuffled his feet apart and lifted his arms, not knowing where to put them.
“Eyes forward, Collin, and put your arms behind your back. Grab your elbows with your hands if you can.”
Collin obeyed. Strangely, putting his arms behind him was stabilizing. He dug his toes into the carpet and bit the inside of his cheek as Mr. Reevesworth wrapped his fingers around his balls.
Every nerve in his body seemed to turn their attention to that space between his legs.
The rings were partially warm from Mr. Reevesworth’s hands, but they were still alien.
Strange. And constricting. They were heavy.
Nothing had ever pulled his balls down away from his body like this before.
His hands were on his dick now. He lifted his chin and dug his fingers into the muscles of his arms. The rings slid over his dick, and then there was something wet and thick–lube–on his glans. He flinched.
“If you can’t stand on your own, put your hands on my shoulders. Some find this to be a shock.”
“I can do it, sir.”
“I know you can.”
Metal moved against the sensitive tip of his dick. Collin’s vision narrowed to next to nothing. Something was going where nothing had ever gone before.
“Breathe, Collin.”
He dragged in air through his nose, jaw too tight to move. How long was that thing? He was being skewered front to back. Surely it hadn’t been more than an inch. Why was it still moving?
“It’s in, Collin. I’m going to lock it now.”
His legs were shaking. It was inside him, and nothing else was relevant. His dick was a marshmallow at a campfire, a hotdog at a baseball stadium.
“Lay down, Collin.”
He found the bed with help and collapsed. On instinct, his knees curled up toward his chest.
“Well, I didn’t ask for that, but it works.”
“Sir?” Collin shivered.
“I’m going to give you a moment, and then we’ll start your punishment for the evening.”
Collin groaned. He turned his face into the surface of the comforter. “I’m an idiot.”
“I’ll let it pass this time, but in the future, refrain from disparaging yourself.”
Collin groaned again. “It feels like it’s all the way up inside me. How big is it?”
Mr, Reevesworth made a distance between his fingers, matching Collin’s memory. An inch at most.
“Feels like more.”
“It does at first. You will become accustomed to it.”
Collin rubbed his face with his hands. “Can we just get the rest of it over with, please, sir? Because if I lay here feeling like this, I’m going to chicken out and try to beg out of it.
And for the record, I’ve never had anything but a dick up there and not very often. Like, I think it’s been two years.”
Mr. Reevesworth said nothing, but he did reach across Collin and pluck the small dildo-shaped vibrator with a cord attached to one end up off the towel.
“It will be an hour, Collin. We will stay here, on this bed, for the duration.
The rule is that you stay on the mattress, but you can be in whatever positions are comfortable.
The cage will not come off your dick. You may cry and beg as you feel the need.
It will not bother me. If you have to safe word, we will take breaks, but we will reach an hour of stimulation before bed.
For every break you take, I will add ten minutes to the stimulation.
Collin shuddered. “Please, sir, just get started. I’m much better at doing things than hearing about them.”
He kept his eyes fixed on the comforter as Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers found his hole. If this had happened earlier, he was sure it would have been more surprising, but now, it felt right. He lay on his side, passive, as the first finger entered him.
Emotions he did not expect crept up his chest. Tears started in his eyes.
He blinked them away. The finger moved, stretched him a little, spreading around the slick lube.
He felt small and helpless. One finger became two, along with a bit of a burn.
But he knew this; he could handle it. Condom-covered silicone pressed against his hole and he bore down, letting it inside.
For the moment, it felt almost good. Something solid to clench around.
Fingers pressed it deeper inside until it hit that spot.
Collin whimpered and pressed his head into his arm.
“That, I believe, is your prostate.”
“Yes, yes, it is. Sir. You’re vicious, sir.”
“It’s punishment, Collin.”
A button clicked behind him, and the device nestled inside Collin’s passage buzzed to life. Right on his fucking prostrate.
He rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face into the mattress. He wanted to hump the bed, but as soon as the thought arrived, he was reminded of the metal bars encircling his dick and balls.
He smothered another groan with his fist in his mouth.
It’s not that bad. Actually, it kind of feels good.
A darker voice muttered, in the recesses of his brain, For now.
“Are you going to sit here for the hour?”
Mr. Reevesworth moved a pillow behind his back and settled against the headboard. “Yes.”
“Aren’t you going to get bored?”
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. He was doing a lot of that today. “In about ten minutes, you are going to be all the entertainment I need.”
Collin bit the inside of his cheek. There was something in Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes, something that looked like anticipation. “You’re looking forward to this.”
“Indeed.”
“What’s going to happen to me?”
Mr. Reevesworth reached out and brushed the hair back from Collin’s forehead. “Would you like to lay between my legs like before?”
“I thought this was a punishment?”
“The tool inside of you and the device on you are the punishment. As your dom, it is my duty and my pleasure to see you through it.”
The vibrator delivered a particularly high buzz. Collin moaned, head falling forward. When he could speak, he looked up. “I’d like that, then, the between-your-legs thing.”
Mr. Reevesworth made room and patted his upper thigh. Collin crawled into place, his back to one leg, his cheek resting against the other.
The stiff cock in Mr. Reevesworth’s pants pressed against the back of Collin’s head.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent around him, slightly thicker from a long day of activity.
For a moment, he relaxed into the sensations, even the buzzing in his ass.
His cock was slowly growing larger, just starting to hint at hitting the limits of the cage.
He was naked and warm and surrounded by a strong, steady body.
The desperation crept in slowly. Just good pressure and a desire to grab his cock. Not that it would do him any good.
His eyes closed, and his breathing tightened. One of his hands slid down and grabbed at the cage.
“Collin.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’m going to make this a request, not an order.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Don’t touch the cage.”
“May I ask why, sir?”
“It’s more visually pleasing to watch you struggle without you clutching at yourself.” Mr. Reevesworth ran his hands down Collin’s back.
Collin whimpered. He pulled his hand back.
A minute later, the urge was back, twice as strong. He could feel the edges of the cage now. The need to move his hips and thrust against something was starting to consume his thoughts.
“Beautiful boy.”
Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were sliding over his skin. He pushed into them. They traced patterns over his shoulders, down to his hips, and up his ribs.
Small whimpers fell from his lips. He rolled over onto his back. His hand moved down to grab the ache between his legs.
No. He wanted to be perfect. This was the first thing Mr. Reevesworth had asked of him.
A growl left his throat. He thrust both of his hands behind his head.
What he couldn’t stop was the way his knees were coming up, how his heels dug into the mattress, or how his hips were making infinity circles on the sheets.
What had once felt satisfyingly large sliding inside him now was annoyingly small and lodged, just right, on top that pile of nerves, driving him to distraction.
The vibrator paused for a moment. Collin slumped, his breathing ragged. His heartbeat thumped in his ears. He half opened one eye. Mr. Reevesworth was staring down into his face, a look of dark calculation and intense focus in his eyes. Collin shuddered.
“Sir?”
“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth drew hair out of Collin’s eye. “Beautiful.”