Page 18 of Learning to Trust

David loudly groaned when I gave his dick another few strong tugs and a pearl of precum dripped from the slit. I held it firmly while I spoke.

“You are not to be ashamed of your cock—ever! Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

"Yes, what? And don't mumble when I ask a question."

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your cock is magnificent, and I look forward to watching it turn purple as it fights orgasm. And David—?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will fight to have an orgasm. You will not come until I permit you to do so— understood?”

His cock flinched in my hand, and I tightened my grip. The fucker was getting turned on by my aggressive stance. Good to know.

“Yes, Sir.”

"Good. Now get on the bed as I have asked." I shook my head. "You have earned several punishments already; I expect you to behave from this point."

David scrambled onto the bed and moved into position, his long, thick dick resting against his belly.

While he waited, I stripped down to my jeans, grabbed the lube, and crawled onto the bed, where I settled on my knees between his legs. "You will hold the bed railing, and neither your arms nor legs will move."

He latched onto the railing above his head, causing the muscles of his broad chest to ripple. The man had the body of a god.

Positioning my hands at his ankles, I massaged and rubbed my way to the tops of his thighs. His cock was leaking profusely. From my years of experience, there was no doubt in my mind that David would be unable to obey my instructions about not coming. I smiled at the thought of punishing my Sub and making his pleasure sharper.

My hands traced every dip and rise in his chest muscles, and he strained to remain still. I continued to his nipples, biting, and soothing first one, then the other, until they were pebble-hard peaks. Each arm was treated to licking, sucking, and kissing until my hands folded over his, and dropping my head, I crushed our lips together. He opened and my tongue delved inside his mouth. At the same time, I rubbed against his cock, using the coarse fabric of my jeans to arouse him further.

When I drew back, it was to find David's pupils blown, his eyes swimming in lust. Sitting back on my heels, I admired the purple flush of his cock and the thick veins that wound their way as they pulsed beneath the skin.

“Sir?”

“David.”

“Please, Sir. I don’t know if I can hold on longer.”

I pierced him with a glare. “You are questioning my instructions?”

"No, Sir." He backed down immediately, but I knew he was about to blow.

Snapping the lid open on the lube, I poured a generous amount into both hands and set it back on the table. One hand wrapped around his cock, and the other rimmed his hole. Tears welled in his eyes, and he shook with the strain of doing as I'd commanded.

I pushed one finger inside his hole while tightening my hold and slowly moving my hand up and down his cock. His legs trembled, and his arms shook.

Removing the finger, I tugged at his hard balls, drawn up tight to his body in readiness.

“Sir?”

I didn't give him an answer. Instead, I shoved two fingers deep and nailed his prostate; simultaneously, I increased the speed of my tugging. He burst like an orange thrown against the wall, screaming loudly as I'd expected. Cum spurted in long, thick streams, hitting his chest, face, arms, my chest, and face. It seemed to go on for a good two minutes before his cock stopped jerking and settled. Even soft, he was enormous.

I grabbed a small hand towel from a pile that had been placed on the table by staff and cleaned myself up.

“Sir, I’m—”

I held up a finger to silence David.